#asking because im writing 1940s bucky

[forever-rogue]

I absolutely love your writing, especially your recent Bucky x reader ones! they’re so good and make me so happy :,)

could you maybe do a second part to the recent one you wrote about Bucky realizing he wants a family? Maybe him voicing his wanting of a baby to the reader?

A/N: mhmm, mhmm, enjoy a lil spice and a nervous, fumbling Bucky! No spoilers!

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: slight language, very suggestive themes😏

PART 1 HERE

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"Buck?" you called to him as you moved about the kitchen, pulling out another tray of fresh cookies from the oven. He was in the adjacent living room, watching the baseball game, although you weren't sure how much he was actually watching. He hadn't made a single comment or sound as he normally would. He'd been awfully quiet most of the afternoon.

You stole a glance into the living room and found him staring at the television with a concentrated expression on his face. You chuckled softly as you shook your head, "James? Honey?"

“Mhmm?” something about the sweet moniker caused him to snap back into reality as he looked over at you and offered a gentle smile, “do you need a hand?”

“Unless you want to taste-test then no,” you laughed as he immediately stood up and waltzed into the kitchen, “I had a feeling that would get your attention. I made your favorites, Bucky.”

“Have I ever told you how wonderful you are?” he reached for one of the freshly baked cookies with his vibranium hand, but you were faster and slapped him out of the way. His mouth opened and closed as he pouted in surprise, “no fair!”

“They’re fresh out of the oven!”

“It’s the vibranium hand!” 

“Your mouth isn’t made of vibranium! Try one of the ones that’s been cooled!” you raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms over your chest as he huffed in defeat and grabbed a cookie off the other tray, “besides, my love, you haven’t told me what’s been on your mind all day…”

“What do you mean? Nothing’s been on my mind-” he grumbled through a mouth full of cookie.

‘Don’t you dare lie to me, James Buchanan Barnes,” you raised an eyebrow as he feigned innocence for a moment longer, “I know better than you think apparently. I could practically hear the gears turning in your head! Besides, you’re watching the game and you’ve been silent the entire. It’s a dead giveaway.”

“You’re smarter than I give you credit for, you know that?” he joked as you rolled your eyes dramatically before both of you broke into a fit of giggles.

“You’re lucky I love you so much,” you walked over to him, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He sighed lightly at your gentle touch before snaking his arms around your waist as he pulled you into his body and kissed you deeply. You leaned into his touch as you practically felt your body belt into a puddle of mush, “now out with it, Bucky. What’s on your mind?”

“I want a baby.”

The declaration was loud and clear as you immediately pulled back from his touch and gave him a curious expression. A warm, red flush crept into his cheeks as his blue eyes widened in surprise. He quickly opened and closed his mouth a few times as you enjoyed watching him struggle. 

“Okay.”

“W-what?” he asked as you laughed at him lightly, putting a hand on his chest before you stole a few more kisses from him, “sweetheart...I…”

“I know what you meant, Bucky,” you answered softly, “well, literally and metaphorically. I had a feeling this had been on your mind lately...frankly, if I’m being quite honest, it’s been on my mind too.”

“Really?” he asked incredulously as you nodded slowly, “ever since...we went to your sister’s and saw Aurora. I just can’t help but think that maybe one day...we could have that too. A family of our own. A baby or two…”

"Hmm," you mused softly as he shifted on his feet and gave you a nervous look, “you’ve quickly gone from one to two…”

“I was just-”

“I know, James,” placing a hand on his cheek, you swiped your thumb gently over his soft skin, “I’m just giving you a hard time. How about we just get through one to start with and see how it goes?”

“You want this too?” his voice shook as you wiggled your eyebrows at him, “I don’t want you to feel like we have to do this…”

“I want this too, James,” you whispered, inadvertently biting your bottom lip in a way that drove him crazy, “of course I want a family with you, my love. I’m not going to lie - seeing you with the baby and Sam’s nephews kind of drives me insane.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” you leaned in closely,  almost whispering in his ear, “because I want you to put a baby in me. I want to see you holding and playing with our babies. I kept thinking about how good I’d look all round and cute and pregnant with your baby. I can let everyone I’m yours and you’re mine.”

“Oh.”

“What do you say, Bucky?’ you nipped at the delicate skin of his neck and jaw before trailing kisses up to his lips, “I want you to get me pregnant. I want to start our family.”

“I want to marry you,” his hands, one warm and gentle and one firm and cool, found purchase on your waist as he pulled you close and kissed with a fervent hunger, “fuck - want to make you my wife.”

“Mrs. Barnes has a nice ring to it,” you agreed, fighting back a gasp as he worked on giving you some hickies of your own, “marry me then, Bucky. I want to be your wife.”

“Gonna marry you and start our family,” his voice was low and thick as you carded a hand through his dark hair. 

“Why wait on the family?” you asked, causing him to look at you with inquisitive eyes, “let’s start today. We can try and try and try until it happens. Practice makes perfect, right?”

“You don’t want to get married first?”

“It’s not the 1940s Buck, we can do whatever we want,” you reminded him, grabbing his jaw gently as you slowly ground against him and gave him a few lingering kisses, “I know we’ll be together forever, fancy piece of paper or not. Now what do you say? Put a baby in me already.”

“Fuck yes.”

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[please-buckme]

The View From The Fire Escape. (3/3)

Bucky Barnes x gn!reader

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: angst, fluff

A/n: WOW, keeping this gn!reader was so hard, especially when he talks to his therapist! :/ I hope you guys enjoyed it and I’d love your feed back on it! I also wrote this with a headache, so if it sucks im so sorry. Love you guys <3 thank you for the support.

Part 1 // Part 2

The days dragged on, your body aching from head to toe. Mostly from your job, you’d been working doubles to avoid any sort of interaction with Bucky. Only your lower back was sore from the ‘incident’, physically. Mentally you were hurt and confused.

Hurt because you didn’t understand. Why would he do such a thing? If there was something wrong, why didn’t he tell you before it got too far? And if he didn’t want you in that way, why lead you on like a fool? Some many questions ran through your mind that you wanted answers to. The problem was, you were sort of scared of Bucky now.

And you were confused because he never really made an effort to apologize. He said it on his way out of your apartment, but since then.. nothing. No call or a text, even though a text would’ve set you off; how cowardly. You find yourself daydreaming of him coming to your door, getting on his knees and begging for forgiveness. He hadn’t though. He smiles at you through his window kind of like he’s asking you to come to the fire escape, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

You liked Bucky, you really did. After it happened, though, you realized you knew nothing about him. Sure, you know little things like his favorite beer and how self conscious he is sometimes, or how he changes the subject when you two start reminiscing on old times. The only thing you knew about his past is, he was a momma's boy, outgoing and he loved his best friend; he talked about him all the time.

That was it though. You felt like an open book to him and got nothing in return. You still didn’t know what happened to his arm; he wasn’t just born with a freaking metal arm. And you still had no idea why he lashed out at you.

The more you thought about it, though, the less you wanted to speak or even seen him again. You just wanted to become strangers to each other again, as if you aren’t already.

//

“Tell me what happened.” Bucky’s therapist was calm, even with all the tension coming from Bucky.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Then why are you here?” She raised an eyebrow in question.

“Because I have to be.” He answered bluntly.

“Is it the nightmares?” She asked with a sigh, getting tired of the game they play every time he has a session; it’s like pulling teeth trying to get him to talk.

“Not really. I mean, they’re part of it but no.”

His therapist leans in slowly, worry spreading across her face, “Tell me what’s going on, Bucky.”

Bucky groans, “I think- I think I’m falling for someone.” He readjusts, now feeling exposed and a little vulnerable.

“That’s good, isn't it?”

“It was.. until I fucked it all up.” He runs both hands through his hair. “That’s all I’m good at, fucking up every good thing that comes my way.”

“Breathe and tell me what happened.” She clicks her pen and settles into her chair as she waits for Bucky to speak.

“The notebook? Come on, I’m cooperating.”

“I’m just going to write down their name and anything that may come off alarming. It’s your first relationship since the 1940’s and since being the Winter Soldier. I’m hoping what you’re going to tell me isn’t as bad as I think it is.” She sighs again, flipping open the notebook now. “Did you hurt them?”

“No.. well-“

“Well?” She asks. Bucky hears her breath hitch and he hates it. She knows he’s a killer. She knows he can kill someone with his bare hands and not even flinch, because he has. He isn’t that guy anymore, though and he wants to prove it. Has to prove it. If not to her or y/n then to himself.

“We were.. ya know, well not exactly. I mean we were about to and I might have, accidentally, lashed out. It’s all a blur now. All I know is, one minute they were there on top of me and then on the floor. I guess I have a trigger when someone holds me down.”

“So you had a panic attack?” She’s now writing.

“Yeah..”

“And then what happened?”

“Could you stop writing, please. I can hear the scribbling as if you’re etching something into my skull. It’s very annoying.”

“Stay on topic. What’d you do after saying them on the floor?”

“I left, okay? I apologized and I left.” He stands from his seated position and paces the floors of her office.

“When did all this happen?”

“Two weeks ago today.” He runs his hands over his face in frustration and exhaustion. Since that day the nightmares were on overdrive. As if his mind stores special, horrible memories just to torcher him.

He sees y/n time to time through their windows but that’s it. No more friendly chats to help him through his darkest nights. No more y/n and that heavenly smile even on a long day's night.

Everything is just as it was before. Just Bucky and his thoughts, a dangerous combination. His eyes well up with tears, the feeling of loneliness taking over his entire body.

“Earth to Bucky?” The therapist shouts, snapping her fingers.

“Huh?”

“I asked if you’d seen this person since that day.” She reiterated.

“Oh.. uh, no. I mean, yes. I see them but we haven’t spoken.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

“I’m scared. I don’t want them to look at me like I’m a monster. I’m not who I used to be I- I’m good now. I just want them to see that.” A tear threatens to fall before he wipes it away on the back of his gloved hand. “I want to be a good person.”

The woman sighs and stands from her chair. She walks over to Bucky, tapping him on the shoulder until he turns around.

“If you really like this person, talk to them. It’s the only way to get through this. If they really like you, they’ll be patient and understanding. You’ll never know how they truly feel until you talk to them face-to-face. Our times up. Go.”

//

It was Thursday and it just so happens to be your first day off in two weeks. You’d plan to do nothing but sleep and watch awful rom coms in between the sleeping portion of the day. It was around 5pm. The sun was setting and you were on rom com number three; ‘Definitely, maybe’. You were close to tears when the doorbell rang. “Who is it?” You holler from the couch.

“It’s.. uh, it’s me, Bucky.” He could hear your heart pounding in your chest. This was a mistake. You were already frightened and you hadn’t even opened the door yet.

“Oh, I don’t think-“

“You don’t have to let me in,” he assured you. “Just.. listen or don’t. It’s totally up to you.” He waited for a response, but when you said nothing he took that as a ‘I’m listening’ and continued, “I fucked up, y/n. I know I fucked up and I’m sorry. I can’t take back what I did, but I swear to god if I could I would. I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me for the rest of your life, but you gotta know something. I really like you. I’m over the moon for you. I can’t stop thinking about you and your beautiful smile or how gentle and patient you are with people and not just me.

“You’ve never asked me about my past or where I come from. You’ve always liked me for me, who I am right now. I’ll never find anyone who sees me for me the way you do and I’ll do anything. Anything. To get your trust back. Just give me another chance, please.”

You stared at the door, speechless. The desperation in his voice is tearing you apart. He hadn’t explained what actually happened, but you know in time he will. There were many things you needed to talk about, but for right now all you wanted was him.

He stood at your door leaning his forehead against it in defeat. He knows you're still there but couldn’t be sure if you were actually listening or if you were still nervous with his presents in your doorway. He bit his lip as he waited for any sort of movement or noise, other than your heart beat.

He sighs in defeat, “okay, I’ll go.”

“Bucky wait..” you say, seeing him halfway down the hall. “I hear what you’re saying and you’re right, I do like you for who you are. But I need to know about your past and why in the world you have a metal arm.” You huff out a laugh, “You can’t hide who you were just because you’re ashamed. I want to be your rock, I want to be the person you come to after every nightmare. I want all of you, including your past.”

“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.” Bucky’s inches away from you now, taking your right hand into his metal one. “I want you to be my future and if that means showing you my past, so be it.”

You smile up at him and let out a sigh of relief, “god, I missed you.”

Bucky kisses you gently, running his flesh hand through your hair. “I missed you too.” He said, never leaving your lips. “I was also the Winter Soldier.”

“WHAT?”

Fin

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Bucky Barnes’ adoptive child

Bucky Barnes x child!reader

warnings: knife

a/n:

prompt: @multifandomlover121: “i adored your natasha romanoff’s child headcanons! could you do one with bucky barnes and him adopting a child? thank you!!”

bucky saw someone in need and wanted to help them

that someone was you

he would have wanted someone to do the same for him

“are you okay, kid?”

“i’m fine...”

“are you sure?”

“...no”

you kinda started crying and ran off

but that wasnt the last time he had seen you

the more he’d run into you, the more he’d check on you, offer you food/water/shelter

“i really don’t mind, it’s the least i could do”

“are you sure?”

“i am”

you began to trust bucky more as time went on, he really was helpinh you out of the kindness of his heart

and buck became more protective of you, of course

soon enough he saw you as his child and you saw him as your father, neither of you had had a bond like that before

“i’m going to the market, do you want anything?”

“uh, peaches?”

“got it, be back in a while, don’t answer the door for anyone”

“got it, pa”

that was the first time you called him “pa” and he shut the door behind him and stood there in SHOCK he was so ???!!!!

you asked him about his life, and at first he didn’t want to tell you much

“pleaseee? it all seems so interesting”

“well, i don’t remember it much. and everything i do remember isn’t very great”

“is that why you’re lying low?”

“yeah...that’s one of them”

“can you tell my how you got your metal arm?”

you tried not to pry but you were disappointed that he wouldn’t open up to you

he knew just about everything about the short past you had, all the highs and lows of your messy childhood before he met you

bucky lived in a one bedroom apartment, so he gave you the bedroom and slept on the couch

honestly you guys led your lives mainly inside the apartment just to stay safe

and filling the day was a bit difficult, but you managed

“can i watch tv?”

“after the news”

“you said that twenty minutes ago”

“well, it’s not over yet. just watch it with me”

“can i pleaaaase watch tv?”

that “pleaaaase” always makes him cave

you two also baked together! it calms his nerves

especially when he can smell cookies/brownies/cake/etc baking in the oven, it’s his favorite

“are you sure we’re making these right, y/n?”

“no, i am not.”

helping him clean his arm sometimes

he couldn’t get in the crevices

one day you were watching tv and it said that bucky was wanted for a bombing, which couldnt be true because that was in vienna and you were far from there

“so that’s what you didn’t want to tell me? you’re a...”

“a terrorist? an assassin? an 100 year old man? i...i wish i wasn’t, but i had no choice. i can’t remember everything that happened to me, but i don’t want to. this new life is good for me and you. and i promise i would never do anything to hurt you”

“i know, pa, i trust you more than anyone else on earth. but...what does this mean for us now? the whole world is looking for you”

“nothing, they wont find us here. i’m going to the market for plums, though. keep the door and windows locked”

“yes sir”

“love you, kid”

“love you, pa”

and the next thing you know the door has been opened and you do not know what to do so you hide because that’s the plan you and bucky came up with just in case and next thing you know there’s sounds of fighting, things breaking, yelling

it’s time to come out

“pa? pa, where are you?”

“y/n, get down!”

“bucky, who is that?” -cap

“my kid”

steve immediately: ????¿???

ur WHAT

anywhooo you ended up running with them and not able to keep up bc they were kinda enhanced 100 year old men and you were baby

so the falcon, the REAL DEAL MAN RIGHT THERE had to give you a helping hand

“you doing alright, kid?”

“to be honest, i’ve never flown before”

✨getting arrested with pa and the crew✨

you sat next to steve rogers

“so, you’re bucky’s...child?”

“he took me in a while ago, we were both in a dark place”

“has he told you about his past?”

“i ask but he cant remember most of it, and what he does remember, he’s too ashamed to say. he just recently told me he used to be an assassin...and he’s and eldery man”

“hey, whatever happens to buck—your dad, i just want to let you know that i’ll be here for you, okay? he was my best friend growing up, i owe it to him”

it’s a feat to be a minor caught by the CIA but look at you go

you had to explain how you and bucky became family, which they were not buying even though every word was true

releasing you to steve bc he had some pull

oh yeah bucky kinda sorta went feral and you insisted you’d be able to calm him down but it doesn’t exactly work that way

“pa! i’m right here, it’s me! please, stop it!”

“y/n, you need to get out of here, it’s not safe!”

“i can’t leave him like this!”

escaping the CIA and waiting for your dad to wake up, this is where he regained his full memory

once he was free of the debris, he gave you a big hug and apologized with tears in his eyes (why the fuck am i rhyming)

“i’m sorry if i scared you, dragă”

“i couldn’t ever be scared of you”

steve was so happy that bucky was happy dhshshshhshs

being pushed in the backseat with pa

sharing your granola bar

since bucky remembered some good thinsg about his past, he thought it may be time to share!

“yeah, so me and steve were best friends, right? steve always picked fights with every bully he met, despite being less than half the weight he is now. i always had to swoop in and save the day”

“i can’t believe you were born in 1917. my father is a world war two veteran”

“how impressive” -sam, also a war vet

honestly they didn’t expect THAT much resistance at the airport but everyone knew you were off limits

excellent spiderman who webbed your hand to a car

luckily, your dad had taught you a thing or two and you got to hacking through these webs with your pocket knife

it took forever

but you finally escaped with your dad and who you’d soon call ‘uncle steve’

black widow nearly stopped you, you were very afraid :)

bucky made u stay in the jet “for your own safety”

“we don’t know what to expect in there, y/n. the last thing i want for you is to get hurt. i should have never dragged you into this”

steve casually talking to bucky about you being unofficially adopted by him

“so, you’re a dad?”

“that i am”

“what’s it like?”

“it’s like...finding a reason to get up every day. and a decent amount of compromise”

“sounds exciting”

“you have no idea”

finally being retrieved from the jet to see your dad with one arm

trippin out

but he told you it was alright

t’challa, new king of wakanda who was trying to end bucky’s life just a few hours ago had apologized and offered you sanctuary in his country

he SPECIFICALLY apologized to you, saying that it was unfair to you by trying to hurt your father because the pain of losing one is unbearable in his eyes

getting some much needed peace (not really bc you wanted to train with wakandan warriors)

and it paid off since you all had to fight off a hoard of aliens

“you think you can handle this, y/n?”

“oh yeah”

you definitely could not handle your dad turning to dust :)

:))))))

“y/n? steve?”

no nope no

steve had to take care of you on bucky’s five year hiatus from life (oh my god im sorry)

not a day went by that you didn’t think of him

it kinda sucked bc you didn’t have any pictures together or anything, only pictures from the 1940’s that steve pulled out every once in a while

“doing okay, y/n?”

“not really”

“do you want to come and watch a movie with me or something? im still not completely caught up on everything i missed”

after five years, there was a breakthrough and it was finally time to get your dad back

but he probably wouldn’t recognize you...you’ll find out soon enough

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[xsarcasticwriterx]

Starry night

Summary: Its bucky's last night before he goes off to war.

Pairing: 1940′s bucky x reader

warnings: fluffy fluff but minor angst towards the end

Notes: Ok so for some reason bucky is giving me a lot of inspo right now bUt tomorrow i'll write for someone else :)

Bucky asking you out was the best thing that could happen. He was the most beautiful man you could imagine. He was wearing a button up that was tucked into his black dress pants. He saw you from across the park as you sat under a tree softly playing the guitar. He walked up to you and stood in front of you. you looked up the sun glaring in your eyes. “hi” he said smiling. “hello” you replied also smiling. “you mind?” he asked nodding towards the floor. you nodded and smiled. 

“so you are the most beautiful women I have ever seen and your music is almost as beautiful as you but not quite and I would love to take you to dance” he said with a small nervous laugh after. “I don't even know your name” you reply. “James barnes but most people call me bucky.” he said putting his hand out. You moved your guitar to the side. “y/n l/n” you said shaking his hand. “so?” he asked with an eyebrow up. you tilt your head. “wanna dance?” he ask. “yea I do” you say with a smile. 

That was 2 years ago. You an buck had been together ever since that night. It was the night before bucky was leaving for the army you, and your friend bonnie were going on a double date with bucky and steve going to the world's fair.You and bonnie were waiting by the side for the duo. you saw bucky's soldier uniform from a distance. You smiled and ran towards bucky. you jumped into his arms as he hugged you. 

Steve smiled at you two. He was so happy his friend had someone who made him so happy. someone who cared for him no matter what. Even when he told you he was leaving for the army eben after the huge argument yall had about it everything worked out. He held you close as you two kept walking towards bonnie.

Bonnie smiled as bucky put you down. you stood and grabbed bucky's hand. steve met bonnie and you two walked around for a bit. It was nice and fun just to be with bucky before he had to go. “I think they’re doing good” bucky whispered into your ear as you two saw steve and bonnie laughing and talking. you smiled “good he deserves someone” you say all too soon because steve starts to trail back to you two. “what are you doing?” you say confused. “go go go” you say nudging him forward. “but....I don't.....mmmm” he says grumbly. “gooooo” you say still nudging him. bucky was laughing “you should do as she says if not you'll never live it down” he says. steve sighed “fiiiine” he says walking back up to bonnie.

You two go to an exhibit about a flying car but steve seemed to have wandered off. bucky nudges you and nods towards the building talking of the war. “go” you say softly to him. He smiles and kisses your temple. “Ill be back really fast” he says and goes after steve.

“hey just saying from what i know steve may have just kind of left so if you wanna take off” you say to bonnie. she nods “Think i'll just go walk around” she says walking away. you go back to watching the show. soon you feel two hands on your shoulder. you turn and see bucky. “come on” he whispers into your ear. “steve?” you ask “took off” he says. you nod “figured so” you say grabbing his hand. you two walk off towards a field where a band is playing live. 

“wanna dance?” he ask with his hand out. “yea i do” you say softly grabbing his hand. He pulls you close as you two sway. his hands rest on your hips as you move in rhythm. “don't go” you say holding onto his shoulder.

“i have to sweetheart i'm sorry” he says pulling you closer. “I know figured id try” you say laying your head onto his shoulder closing your eyes. “I love you james” you say holding onto him like your life depends on it. “I love you too y/n” he says holding onto you. you two were no longer swaying or moving you just held onto each other desperate to stay in this moment.

He sighs “come on darling lets dance” he says. you two dance the night away. He spun and tossed you around. People started to watch but neither of you cared. after he took you home you two layed in bed as he held you close. you two love and cared for each other more than anything or anyone in the world.

That morning you felt the bed move. your eyes opened. “mmmm” you grumble. bucky puts on his jacket and turns. “hey hey go to back to sleep” he says grabbing his tie. “no no i wanted to see you before you go anyways.” you say sitting up. 

“do you have to go” you say feeling tears coming to your eyes. “hey hey hey its ok ill be back before you know it” he says sitting on the edge of the bed. he pulls you close as you cry into his chest. “no it'll be forever please don't go” you say sobbing into his shoulder. “im sorry dear.” he says holding you. “i love you y/n l/n” he says kissing the top of your head. you pull yourself together and sigh. “I love you too james barnes”

“here” he says and hands you his pocket watch. “so its like i never left.” he says. you nod. you walk him to the door and he turns around. you pull his tie and kiss him, Its soft and full of love and care. “goodbye bucky” you say holding his hands. “goodbye y/n” he says.

Little did you know that goodbye was the final goodbye before he was gone forever. 

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The Winter Ghost - Part 5

Info: A Devastating car crash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn't and because of that, everything you knew was about to change.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/n

Warning: language, PTSD, anxiety, violence, fluff.

W/c: 3.5K ish

A/n : oooh getting serious. Im having so much fun writing this you guys! Shout out to @cutie1365​ for all her support! Go read her fic A Kid From Queens, but dont say I didnt warn you. Its addicting! 

Everything happened really fast after that day in the common room with Wanda. Shuri worked tirelessly in the lab trying to develop a softer approach to bringing back your memories. She believed if she could restore them fully, we would have the last piece of the puzzle.

Becoming the perfect war machine seemed like the most obvious use for the serum, but Steve reminded you Hydra always had something up their sleeve.

You really enjoyed living in Wakanda. Most days were spent in the gym training. Trying to harness the team's abilities was not so enjoyable. You worked with Wanda most. It helped that you were only 4 years older than her. She was younger than most of the team and had a dark past that seemed to mirror yours.

Most of your nights consisted of you, Wanda and Nat settling into the couch and cheesy eighties movies on the plasma TV. Bucky would often come out of his room and sit with you.

You really enjoyed Bucky's energy. Something about him just drew you to him. Maybe it was his smile, or the way he smelled like mint and nicotine, or that he read the newspaper and drank black coffee in the mornings. You weren't sure. One thing was for certain, the more time you spent together, the harder it became to leave him. Bucky would tell you about his past and how he used to have to bail little 'Stevie' out of bar fights and ally brawls every other day. He made you laugh like no one really did. When he told you about his time with Hydra and how they would control his mind you would rake your fingers through his hair and whisper to him he wasn't alone anymore.

As the days melted into weeks, the horrific nightmares began to grow legs. It was one of the many side effects from Shuri’s digging. Some days it felt like Hydra knew you would try to remember and this was their fail-safe. Every time you began to drift off you'd see Tommys pale face, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. You swear, right before he stumbled off the edge of the bridge you saw him say something. You could never remember when you woke, nor could you recall any other detail other than Tommy. It felt wrong. You felt wrong. Like he wasn't yours to grieve.

One particular bad night, you remember waking up screaming. Your whole body felt like it was on fire as your tears seared down your cheeks. The only thing that grounded you after that was the small knock that echoed from the other side of your door.

“Hey, doll. Let me in?” His voice was soft and smooth and the only thing that seemed to bring you back to the dimly lit bedroom. You stared at the ceiling for a solid minute before slowly rising and crossing the room. Gently, you opened the door just a crack and looked up. There stood a sleepy-eyed Bucky. He sported a baggy pair of grey sweats and an old beat up tank, his arms on full display. In normal circumstances, you believed that that was enough to knock you out of any state. You wondered if Bucky knew the effect he had on people. Or worse, if he knew the effect he had on you.

“Can't sleep, keep me company?” He spoke, huskily. You could tell he had just woken up. Sleep still clouded his eyes, and the yawn he tried to stifle gave him away. You appreciate what he was trying to do, so instead of calling the man out, you opened the door, and welcomed the Super Soldier in.

You talked for hours that night. He didn't ask about your nightmare, which you appreciated. You had recited the images to Shuri about thirty times in the past week. It was the only memory that seemed to come back. It replayed over and over on a continuous loop through your mind. This moment with Bucky was a welcomed break.

“Can I ask you somethin’?” You finally spoke. Bucky and you had found your way onto your bed at some point. His right arm draped around your shoulder, as you leaned on his chest. He cracked his neck to look down at you.

“Of course.” He offered, shifting onto his side so he could really look at you.

“Does it ever stop? I’m so exhausted, all I want to do is sleep but I- I'm so scared. I don’t want to see it again… What if it never-” Your voice broke off, shutting your eyes tight to stop a tear from escaping.

“Hey, hey. You're not alone anymore. Remember? I went through it and came out the other side. And look how well adjusted I am.” Bucky smirked, sarcasm laced his last remark. You couldn't help but smile at that. You didn't know if anyone but you and Steve really knew how funny he was. Maybe he liked it that way. Maybe he was only that way with you? You knew it had been awhile since Bucky had really been this way around others. It warmed your heart how quickly the two of you got along.

“Listen to me, doll.” He started, seriously, lowering his stare to meet yours.

“I’ll be here. Whenever you need me. I know what it's like, to feel out of control. To feel like a prisoner in your own body. To answer your question, yeah I think it gets better. I mean,” He paused then, looking you up and down in a way that made you blush. He started again, words laced with that old Brooklyn charm the ladies used to love. Granted, that worked back in 1940 - something and he had been out of the game for quite a while.

“I’m in bed with a smart, complicated, frankly beautiful dame. I’d say it gets better, wouldn't you?” He gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. His touch sent shivers down your spine. Bucky's stormy eyes bore into yours making your breath hitch in your throat. There was a moment, so brief that when you recanted the memory you weren't sure it really happened. But you thought maybe for just a second he wanted to-  

“Up and at it, Y/n! Training starts at 0700!” Caps voice droned through your bedroom door suddenly, knocking you out of your thoughts and back to the bed you resided on. Your hand reached out for Bucky, who since that night spent most beside you. He would stay with you until you fell asleep and more often than not, when you woke, he’d be beside you, fast asleep. His side of the bed was cold, however. He had been up for a while.

You looked at your phone on the nightstand. 6:15 am it read. You groaned, rubbing your hands over your face and slinking out of bed. Pain screamed from your muscles as you opened the bathroom door. Carefully, you started the shower, steam quickly filled the room and calmed your aching bones. You stepped in and autobly signed.

Fifteen minutes later you met the rest of the team in the kitchen. You couldn't help but notice Bucky wasn't in attendance. Everyone looked like they had been awake for hours while your wet hair was pulled up in a messy knot on top of your head. Nat was pouring herself a cup of coffee when she noticed you come in. She smirked, instantly grabbing another mug and gesturing to the pot in her hands. You nodded quickly. ‘Coffee fixed most everything’. That's what Your Dad used to tell you before he left for work and you lived by that.

“Look who's finally up…” Cap announced. You had no idea how he was so chipper in the mornings. Even the sound of his booming voice made you cringe. The man must have coffee running through his veins. Maybe that should be Hydra’s next serum idea…

“I have risen. Just for you, Rogers.” You muttered sarcastically, taking the mug of coffee from Nat. You smiled and mouthed thank you, taking a big swig. Ugh, you grimaced, swallowing the brown substance much to your dismay. You didn't know what this brown water was but it definitely wasn't coffee.

Wanda laughed at your disgusted face, "It's decaf, Y/n '' she rolled her eyes, "Cap thinks decaf is better for the team. That coffee will mess with our 'performance' or whatever." She shrugged. What's even the point? You thought.

“Excuse me young lady.” Cap began, scolding Wanda like she was his teenager. Wanda smirked, turning towards his voice.

“Young lady?” Nat mocked her friend, nudging him out of the way as she reached for the piece of toast she had put in the toaster. She took a bite and over chews laughed, “You're really aging yourself, Cap.” She finished, hoisting herself up onto the kitchen island beside you.

You really liked Natasha. You thought she must have been the most beautiful person you'd ever met. Her red hair always curled around her soft features perfectly. You honestly didn't know how a human could look that perfect and be so deadly. Over the past few weeks, Nat had taught you a lot. You mostly trained with Captain Rogers and Wanda, but occasionally Nat would step in. She was small in stature, but she helped you learn how to use that to your advantage.

“What’cha say we go get some real coffee, babe?” Nat nudged you with a small smile. You looked up at her with a wide eye gaze. She truly was a hero.

“God, yes please.” You beamed as she jumped off the island.

“If you're skipping out on training then count me in! I” Wanda chimed.  Rogers looked frustrated as the three of you started towards the door.

“Nat, you heard what Shuri said. Y/n cannot leave the premises until we know what she's fully capable of. She’s dangerous.” Cap stated firmly, but unmoved from the kitchen. You looked at the floor uncomfortably. He was right. You were a ticking time bomb. You all knew it. Shuri explained with the presence of the nightmares it was only a matter of time before something snapped. And no one really knew how that would look when it happened. For the most part, everyone treated you like a normal person. An honorary member of the team. But Rogers often reminded you that you were anything but. Just an experiment and a means to an end.

"Comeon' y/n. I know a place we can get some real coffee."  Nat spoke, louder than Cap. Venom seeped from her words as she glared at the Captain. She shook her head disapprovingly. Wanda took your hand, pulling you gently out of the kitchen. When you touched you felt your skin sizzle, absorbing the power that surged through her body. You made a conscious effort to steady your breathing and push her power to the back of your mind. As you left you heard Natasha’s booming voice coming from behind you but decided to ignore it, as the two of you headed for the garage.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Steve?” Nat snapped at him. Steve opened his mouth and closed it trying to find the right words. “She’s a person, you ass! You can't keep treating her like some unhinged science experiment. She’s just a person. Just like me. Just like Bucky.”

“She’s nothing like Bucky!” He thundered. Nat took a step back, snaking her head disapprovingly. “I can’t keep thinking, what if we had it wrong. I mean, she can’t remember anything. What if her memories come back and she's not really on our side. I don't think we thought this through, Nat.” He huffed, running his hands over his face in frustration.

“I trust her, Steve. Bucky trusts her.” She started, taking a few steps closer to him. He shook his head in annoyance and scoffed.

“Bucky thinks the girl’s a doll. He’s totally smitten, that doesn't count. I think the guy would trust anything she said at this point-”

“Do you trust me?” Nat snapped, a brow arched, hands on her hips. Stever huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You know I do, but-” He began.

“Then it's settled. You gotta’ let the girl out. She's been locked up here for weeks. I promise, I’ll keep her safe. Besides, I’m getting pretty tired of her stealing my clothes. Coffee, and shopping and then we’ll be back, yeah?” Nat offered, voice dripping with sweetness. She knew she had won this battle. She always did.

“Two hours, Romanoff. That's all you get.” Steve grumbled. Nat smirked, rolling her eyes and spinning on her heel to meet you and Wanda in the garage.

“See ya later, Grandpa. Don't wait up.” She offered over her shoulder. Steve only shook his head and chuckled, hoping desperately he hadn't made a huge mistake.

Nat strutted victoriously out of the kitchen, and almost ran right into Bucky's large frame. She stumbled back, regaining her balance quickly. Bucky raised one brow curiously.

“Where ya’ going in such a hurry?” He asked, watching her carefully.

“I’m taking your girl out for a much needed shopping trip. Anything particular you'd like to see her in?” She quipped, sarcastically, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Bucky choked on a cough, clearing his throat and trying to turn it into a laugh. He failed, of course.

“I- ah, I don't know what- uh, what?” He finally got out. Nat smirkled, and patted him on his stiff chest. It was literally too easy. The man was such a ball of stress. Nat thought it was honestly cute. She’s never seen Bucky like this before. Nervous and blushing. She thought you were really good for him. Maybe you’ll finally take that stick out of his ass. She thought with a smirk.

“Have a nice day, Sergeant.” She cooed, pushing past his rigid body leaving Bucky in shock.

“You ready, babies?” Nat grinned, putting the key in the Jeep’s ignition. You sat in the back seat while Wanda sat in the passenger, both nodding vigorously.

“For the love of coffee!” You shouted, pointing forward. Both women laughed and with that you took off.

……………………...

You practically skipped through the Wakanda market. Beautiful earthy colours melted into the scenery practically taking your breath away. Wanda and Nat had stopped at a small coffee shop, but you wandered around, looking at the beautiful handmade clothing. The smoky smell of something cooking from a nearby street grill filled your senses. It was complex, sweet and spicy and sour all at once. It made your mouth water. Foreign and delicious. You followed the smell to a small hutch where people gathered around, eating and laughing.

“Beautiful isn't it? How food brings us all together.” A man spoke beside you. You recognized him as T’Challa, Shuri’s older brother and also the man who is letting you and your new friends stay in Wakanda. You had only really met him in passing, but never really spoke. Bucky always describes him as a kind, gracious friend. You smiled up at him.

“It is… Really beautiful.” You repeated.

“How are you liking Wakanda, Y/n?” He asked. His voice was deep and rich. Almost melodic. Just by speaking he had commanded the attention of the people around you. The new eyes on the two of you made you feel uneasy and small, but you took a deep breath and relaxed yourself.

“It's so gorgeous here. Thank you for having me, T’Challa.” You spoke his name and it made him smile. You froze unsure if that was the right thinking to call him. He was the King, sort of, but Bucky had always referred to him by his given name.

“Breath, my friend. You have nothing to fear here. You are with good people. Your friend Bucky speaks very highly of you. And any friend of the Sergeants is a friend of mine.” He voiced, placing a warm hand on your shoulder as you relaxed. From behind him you could see Nat and Wanda walking towards you. Wanda waved chaotically making you smile.

An old beat-up SUV made a loud popping noise as it pulled up somewhere behind you. The noise made you shudder. The familiar sound of gunshots rang through your ears as you grabbed your head, trying to make the noise stop. You looked to T’Challa who seemed only concerned, reaching out a hand to steady you.

“Is everything okay, Y/n?” He spoke, trying to gage what was wrong by your actions. The loud deady blows echoed through your head, unrelenting as a scream erupted through the crowd. You weren't sure if you had made the noise of if it was someone else. Everything seemed to fade away and your vision became blurry.

“Y/n, Y/n! Can you hear me?!” You heard a woman yell over the crowd. You tried to focus on her voice, but it was too late. Everything suddenly went black and you felt your body go numb.

You woke up in the dark cement room that plagued your nightmares. A man's eerie voice echoed off the walls.

“Еще раз!” Again! He shouted. Usually when you relieved these memories you didn't know what the man was saying.  But for some reason, this time your brain was translating for you. You didn’t question it as you looked around the room. You felt your body scream as an excruciating electric shock ripped through you. Tears burned down your face as you begged incoherently for it to stop. As fast as it came on, the shock stopped, and you could breathe again.

“Ты сама во всем виновата, дитя мое.” You brought this on yourself, my child. The man cooed, wiping a bead of sweat that ran down your forehead. You winced at his touch, the feeling of him on you making you nauseous.

“Если бы ты только сделал то, о чем тебя просили. Если бы вы только слушали. Может быть, все было бы по-другому, хотя я сомневаюсь в этом.” If only you had done what you were asked. If only you have listened. Maybe things would be different, though, I doubt it. He spat, chuckling as he motioned for the other outside of view to start again.

“Please, don’t do this, Zemo. Обещаю. Возьми мою память. Заставь меня забыть, только не делай этого.” I promise. Take my memory. Make me forget, just don't do this. You begged. You tried to move your arms but they were secured down. The man only laughed at your feeble attempt, building a rage inside of you.

“Oh, don't you worry, мой ребенок. All in due time. When I’m done with you, you won't remember your own name.” He grinned a crooked smile as the machine you laid in whirled on again, sending a volt of electricity through your body. You clenched your teeth and stifled another scream.

Your eyes burst open, scolded by the sun and the tears that now streamed down your face. Gasping for air you tried to sit up, but your body shrieked with pain. On your left Nat sat beside you, Wanda was on your right holding a phone to her ear yelling something you couldn't quite make out.  Your breath slowly began to return and the sunspots in your vision cleared. You looked around, the market was now almost empty but the small street grill was now billowing with smoke and flame. Nat helped you up, body still aching. You looked around, horrified by the mess that was once the lively market.

“Are you okay, Y/n” Nat started, her hands on either side of your arms. You blinked at her, terrified.

“What happened?” You asked, horrified to actually know the answer. She gave you a nervous look and tucked a loose hair behind her ear.

“It wasn't your fault, Y/n. No one was hurt, everyone got out. It’s going to be okay.”

“It most certainly is not going to be okay!” Captain Rogers' voice boomed from behind the three of you. Wanda spun around startled, while you just hung your head low. Whatever lashing he was going to give you, you deserved. It couldn't be any worse than what Zemo had done…  You paused, eyes a gape.

“Oh my God.” You gasped, alerting the others. Steve looked at her angrily, impatient for your next words.

“I remember something… I think- I think I remember who did this to me.” You choked out, eyes glassy as you remembered for the first time the man who made you a monster.

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All Men Dream

Bucky x Reader

Summary:

Reader is enhanced with the powers to enter dreams. She originally entered Captain America's dreams just to see if she could, but kept returning to them because she loved spending time in the 1940s ease of life in his idyllic versions of the time. But what happens when the good Captain figures out something is amiss?

Author’s Notes:

When I originally wrote this chapter I had just had dental surgery and I guess the meds I was on (which probably helped with writing this) made me think I posted it. No joke, I just spent a half hour searching through tumblr and almost messaged @searchingforbucky​ to find my own damn fic. Turns out I just never posted it to begin with (insert shrugging emoji here)

I’m currently in the process of writing the next chapter and I greatly appreciate everyone’s patience during my long absence from this story!

If you would like to be tagged in this story (I’m so excited that people actually want to read this) please send me a message!

Also let me know what you think of this chapter! I always love getting comments, questions, and theories!

Chapter 5

Bucky’s POV

               I tried opening my eyes, but it felt like someone had poured cement over them. They were heavy and it took every little bit of focus to get them cracked open. As light filtered in and shapes began to form, I began to hear snippets of the voices around me.

               “Clint! Clint! Wake-“

               “Med bay!”

               “Blood coming from-“

               Turning my head slowly, I tried to see what the commotion was about. Why was I so tired? I saw Clint laying on a medical bed next to me with Natasha essentially on top of him as she shook his face violently. Had we gone on a mission and he’s been injured? Lifting my heavy head, I looked down at my body, inspecting it for wounds, but there was nothing out of the ordinary.

               As I looked past my feet, I saw her. Y/N was slumped over in her chair. Electrodes were still attached to her forehead and chest, but she seemed almost lifeless. Adrenaline shot through me as my eyes opened completely and the memories of her in my dreams appeared again.

               Scrambling off the bed was as ungraceful as it could be with the sedatives still burning from my system, but I stood up and started making my way to her as fast as I possibly could. I was stopped by a large body blocking me.

               “Buck! What did she do to you?” Steve questioned firmly while taking in my sedated state.

               “She didn’t. It’s those damn drugs Banner gave me to knock me out,” I explained without taking my eyes off of Y/N. Now that I was closer, I could see blood running out of her ears and nose.

               “Steve, we have to help her,” I said as I pushed around him. Steve grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

               “Clint’s not awake Bucky. We don’t know if she did something to him and it backfired and that’s why she’s bleeding.”

               “That’s bullshit and you know it,” I yelled. “He’s just sedated. She needs help. She purposely did this to herself so Clint and I would get out of there safely.” I wrenched my arm free and ran to her, dropping to my knees in front of the chair. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Banner running to grab the hospital bed I had been lying on.

               I placed my hands on each side of her face, tilting her head up to face me. With each thumb I gently pulled open her eyelids to check for pupillary response. When light hit them, her pupils both contracted which meant her brain had hopefully not suffered too much damage from what had happened, if any. Steve spoke as I manually checked her pulse, not trusting the low reading on the electrodes were showing.

               “What happened in there?”

               “She looked uncomfortable the minute she brought Clint into there,” I explained clinically while still checking her vitals. “She was still sarcastic and seemed outwardly upbeat, but she started getting really pale and I could see her wincing like something was hurting her. By the end, she looked like she was going to keel over and that’s exactly what happened. But instead of waking up and helping herself, she made sure Clint got out. I don’t know how she did it, but she made sure He and I were safe before breaking the connection. She saved our asses, Steve.”

               By the time I finished explaining, Bruce had arrived with the rolling hospital bed. Carefully, and without removing any of the attached electrodes, I picked her up and placed her on the bed. Tony unlocked the breaks on the machines reading her vital signs and brain activity so he could roll them alongside her as they rapidly moved towards the rooms exit.

               Steve, Wanda and I followed the two men and they began asking questions and trying to get explanations.

               “Wanda, was there anything malicious happening in her head?” Steve asked.

               “No,” Wanda replied with a shake of her head. “She showed them a field and an ice cream shop from one of your dreams. She was just trying to explain everything as best she could but there was a lot of pain there. It felt like she was being ripped in two. Her consciousness was almost splitting in half while trying to keep hold of Bucky and Clint’s minds.”

               Wanda’s answer explained why Y/N had seemed like something was hurting her. An edge of guilt started to fill me as I realized I had made her do this task she’d never tried before.

               “Bucky and Clint’s vitals were perfect until the very end of it except for that one little spike Bucky had in the middle,” Bruce explained when they reached the elevator that would take them to the med bay.

               “You see a stripper from the 40s while you were there, Manchurian Candidate?” Tony asked, sarcastic even while they were rushing someone to emergency care.

               “She brought us to an ice cream shop Steve and I went to all the time. It must have spiked my heart rate,” I answered absent mindedly as I watched the floor numbers tick down.

               When the door opened, doctors were waiting and ready for us. They grabbed the gurney and rushed Y/N into an exam room. I tried to follow, but Steve’s arm blocked me.

               “We need to finish debriefing and the doctors need space to work,” he commanded, but I could see there was a bit of guilt in his eyes too. I watched through the glass and the doctors begin doing diagnostic exams as Y/N just laid there, unmoving.

               Wanda and Steve were still going over what Wanda had found in her mind while Tony scrolled through a tablet someone had brought him.

               “I went deeper into her mind while I was in there and I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. She lives a very normal life and unless she has some higher power to hide memories, there is nothing nefarious about her.” Steve nodded at Wanda’s explanation and was about to respond before Tony interjected.

               “I had Friday run a background check on her and she’s literally so normal she could be an extra in a movie. Both parents still alive, one brother, a cat at home in her Brooklyn apartment. She works, well worked, for a marketing agency. Her boss fired her for not coming in yesterday so he seems like a genuine asshole. Her work is actually pretty good. Seems like she does the design work and marketing plans on her own. Oh, and she creates slogans and jingles too-“

               Tony!” Steve interjected as Tony began rambling about Y/N’s job. “Are there any red flags at all?”

               “No. Not a single one. Her file is completely clean. Not so clean that it’s suspicious, but clean enough where her worst offense is a parking ticket.”

               The room fell quiet as everyone considered the information they learned within the last ten minutes. Not only did Y/N not work for one of our enemies like Hydra, but she lived a normal life with a normal family and probably normal friends. We had swooped in and interrupted that to the point of her being fired and who knows what else.  Steve spoke first.

               “Sam went and searched her apartment. There was nothing suspicious there, but he did grab the cat and bring it back here. Even if there was something going on with Y/N, there was no reason for the cat to starve.”

               We all nodded, remaining quiet again. Each of us alone with our own thoughts.

               “So, what we’ve all just established here is that we abducted, somewhat tortured, and potentially seriously harmed an innocent woman.” Tony said.

               “Yes,” Steve whispered with a small nod.

               “Then what do we do now?” Tony questioned.

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the american dream (is a woman)

anyway ive had this au idea for a while but im never going to be able to write it so im gonna flesh out the entire thing here and someone pls write it 

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Captain America: The First Avenger

Stephanie Rogers is born frail and sickly and it terrifies her mother because sickly children don’t have a place in 1940s Brooklyn

she meets Bucky at the age of 8 and he relentlessly pursues her until she’s about 15. its good natured and just a bit of fun, and she loves his endlessly for always making her feel pretty; but never like that

when she’s 23; she watching a film and the man next to her gets frisky. she lashes out, and he pulls her out into the alley to “teach her a lesson”. Bucky intervenes before anything happens, but the sight of Bucky in a soldier’s uniform sends her to some new fresh hell

she’s pinned up her hair in 5 different styles and tried to sneak past registration with 5 separate names (she can’t let Bucky fight alone)

She finally runs in Erskine, who tells her about his super-soldier serum. She says yes (she’s desperate)

She meets Peggy Carter, and furiously tamps down on all the inappropriate feelings between her legs at the sight of Ms Carter punching someone. Instead, she focuses on the fact that Peggy is a respected woman in the military, and she prays that things go the same for her after the procedure

the procedure is a success, but Erskine still dies. When she turns to Col. Philips he says, “come back to earth girly. You were a guinea pig. I was promised an army of american soldiers, not the american pin up doll”

she joins the USO, as America’s darling. Every night, (and some days) a gruff man dresses up as Captain America and saves her from Hitler. She spends her time off acclimatising herself to her new body, testing its strength and endurance when nobody is looking

Ms Carter comes to visit her, and when she says “107th regiment”, Stephanie feels incredibly guilty that her first thought is her father, before she makes the connection that its Bucky’s regiment

It isn’t even a thought, she slips into the first set of male clothing she can find (it had to be that nonsense they wore on stage) and hopes beyond hope that Howard doesn’t look too closely and notice that he’s dropping an untrained woman into an active warzone

the mission is a success, and col.philips grudgingly admits that she might be an asset

“But nobody,” and he stresses nobody, “nobody can know you’re a lass. Mark my words girly, nobody’s going to follow you if they find out what’s really between your legs. Not for the reasons you want anyway”

Bucky and Steph spend many times binding her chest and cutting her hair so she can pass as a guy. She insists on bunking with him, because he’s the only one of the Commando’s who knows his secret

“They think we’re involved,” he says conversationally, but there’s this edge to his voice that makes Steph sit up.  “But, they think I’m a guy,” she says confused; and he nods slowly and it clicks “You okay with that?” he asks, and she shrugs and replies “I mean it ruins your chances with Falsworth so really I should be asking you that” He shoves her, cackling when she falls off the bed and thats how she knows they’re going to be okay

Peggy Carter pulls her aside after one of their briefings, pushes her against a wall and kisses her (Steph thinks she might still be in love)

Bucky still falls, and Steph is so distraught that she forgets to not take her cowl off in front of the Commandos. Thats how they all find out. They’re surprisingly good natured about it, even if Falsworth is particularly interested in whether she and Bucky were in fact involved. There’s a look of relief on his face when she assures them there wasn’t. 

A week later, Stephanie Rogers puts the Valkyrie into the ocean, peaceful and content with her decision

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Royals (5/8)

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Pairing: Bucky/Reader

Universe: Mobsters!1940′s!AU

Word Count: 4000 approx.

Summary: The dinner in the Barnes’ household goes on, and secrets are exchanged, old pains and old joys are remembered and brought back.

Warnings: Nope, maybe some threats of bodily harm but nothing triggering, hopefully. As always, let me know if you would like something added here because I put your comfort above all else. Ty

A/N: kay, hey im back. I still love this story, but I haven’t had much motivation to write lately. I’m trying to come back to the MCU slowly but surely, and I promise I will finish this story, even if it takes me a long time.

There’s some projects I’m extremely excited about in the works rn, and I hope I can make an announcement about them soon.

Thank you so much for giving my work a chance, as always. And I hope you enjoy!

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After a few beats of silence, Bucky turns to you, and leaning his back on the railing he asks, “Why are ya’ here?”

“We already covered that, love.” You reply quickly, a small smile on your lips as you look pointedly at him.

Shaking his head, Bucky sighs and explains, “In Brooklyn, doll. Takin’ Manhattan back will not be so easy from so far away.”

Taking a deep breath and mulling over your answer, you watch as Bucky straightens up where he sits, locks his shoulders, sets his jaw. You notice too much of the Captain sitting in front of you reflected in the man you invited to your bed a few weeks ago.

A part of you wants to feel wronged, remembers arguments and conversations and pleas and promises -take your mask off when you talk to me-; but you cannot be certain if it was truly you or the Siren that tasted his lips and his skin that night, so that part of you that feels the sting of pain, of nostalgia, is quickly quietened.

So, you lift your chin and ask, “Are you planning on moving for Manhattan, Bucky?”

His eyebrows draw up, “Ya’ expect me to trust ya’ with that?” The laugh that leaves his lips is as much surprised as it is mocking, “I’m not that stupid, doll.”

You shake your head, and press on, leaning towards him, “Manhattan is aware of Brooklyn’s power now, and Brock is as well. And he grows dangerous when he gets cornered.”

“Especially now that we have ya’ here slummin’ it with us, right?” He smiles, and a small smile lifts your lips on a side-smile of your own.

“He lost an asset when I left, yes, but he also lost the certainty that I wouldn’t betray him.”

This time it is Bucky that leans closer to you, narrowing his eyes a little your way, even as his posture relaxes, as his body gets close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of him in this chilly Brooklyn night.

“And would ya’? Betray him, I mean.” His grey-blue eyes move restlessly between your own, searching for an answer.

You can only look back at his inquisitive gaze for a few moments too long, fully aware what he is asking if you is whether you would let go of the Siren, of the official backing of Manhattan. It is more than Brock, more than the two of you, has always been.

“I…” You start, but the door to the backyard opens, and you both turn to watch as a smug Peggy approaches you.

“Delighted you haven’t killed each other yet. Dinner is served, you don’t want to keep Winnie waiting.”

Bucky grunts his agreement, suddenly refusing to meet your eyes as he stalks inside the house. You try ignoring Peggy’s piercing brown eyes on you as you walk towards the door, but she doesn’t make it that easy.

The snottiest and most annoying smile you have ever seen starts slowly curving Peggy’s lips upwards.

“What.” You bark back, stopping in your tracks but not turning to look at her.

“Nothing. Just would have figured sleeping together the night you called me would have gotten all that tension out of your bodies.”

“Wh-…I-…” You stop your sputtering by closing your eyes and your mouth for a few seconds. You could swear Peggy lets out a breathy laugh. Finally, you turn to her, “How?”

The British woman shrugs, but there’s a certain warmth in her eyes, one that wasn’t there before.

“Steve talks,” She brings back the know-it-all smile, “Nothing happens in New York that I don’t know about, Printsessa.”

There’s a hidden meaning behind her tease that you are just shy of asking about, when Rebecca’s head appears through one of the windows to the back porch where you are.

“My Ma says you better come eat, and that if you would be so kind, could you stay a little late, ‘cause she wants ya’ to make the Sunshine Cake.”

“Winifred Barnes asked that nicely.” Peggy asks, and a light laugh escapes your lips.

“Ya’ get the point. Will ya, though? ‘s been so long since we’ve had it.”

“You’re distracting me.” You mutter, straightening from where you were checking the oven -for the tenth time-, and pointing an accusatory finger at Bucky.

He chuckles, lifting both hands from the counter to express innocence.

“I’m not doin’ nothin’, doll.” He promises, but the smile is anything but innocent.

“You’re so full of shit, Barnes.” You sigh, turning back to check on the cake, without opening the oven.

“The cake’s fine, doll. Not going anywhere,” He says, the smile still present in his voice. You turn back to face him, and he opens his arms, inviting you to his lap as he sits on a chair near you, “C’mere.”

Rolling your eyes, you walk to him and straddle him, watching his smiling face with a dopey smile of your own as you run your fingers through his hair.

“Something you needed, Barnes?”

His hands on your back press you a little bit closer, his lips a breath’s distance from your own.

“You.”

You swift uncomfortably in your seat, begging silently for the timer to go off so you can run into the kitchen and hide.

Sitting in the dinner table with two of the youngest and most dangerous Bratva Captains, the direct heir of the British Firms, and a teenage girl whose overprotective brother probably taught her how to kill…and you are scared of the tiny woman twice your age.

Winnifred Barnes was always that kind of person.

“So, Y/N.” She starts, putting her elbows on the table and setting silver eyes on you.

“Shit,” You bite out under your breath, before lifting your head, “Yes, Mrs.-…Winnie?”

Peggy hides her laugh behind a poorly acted cough, and you kick her in the shin in retaliation.

“How’s your mother doing?” She asks finally, after a few seconds of tense silence. Something within you sighs in relief when her stance softens, her eyes lose some of the cutting edge in their glare.

“Haven’t talked to her in a while.” You answer truthfully.

“You’re leaving?” You ask, biting the inside of your cheek when you catch a glimpse of your mother’s assistant being witness to your conversation as he carries her luggage out of the room.

“For a while, do not fret,” She assures you, but you see behind her eyes the weight of the whole Family on her shoulders, the shadow of your father’s death clouding her thoughts. She turns to you when she adds, “You are the Head of the Family now, sweetheart. You do not need me.”

“I will be alone, though. Father had you, he had Uncle Jim, and the others.” You argue.

“You have-…”

You interrupt her swiftly, standing from the settee and walking to the big windows in her former apartment. Your voice is a hiss when you bite out, “If you say Brock Rumlow, mom, I-…”

“You have yourself. The only piece you cannot afford to lose is the ground under your feet, the rest are pawns.”

You swallow back your disagreement, the taste bitter as you force your mind to forget images of grey eyes and whispers of unending promises.

“Sharon told me she has been spending a lot of time with my family. She seems to be doing well.” Peggy offers, but you shrug as you reach for a sip of water.

“To be expected, considering my father and her never loved each other.”

Rebecca lets out a nervous giggle, “What?”

“Political marriage. Quite common apparently, when a Bratva woman holds too much power on her own. They send a man to put a ring on her finger and a muzzle on her mouth.” The words are mixed with poison, an angry song from a woman buried at sea, demanding retribution; as they leave your lips.

The Barnes matriarch leans back on her chair, looking at you with a new softness in her gaze, but the same distrusting edge.

You stand your ground though, not willing to back down on your choice to your mother, nor her.

“Take the deal, Y/N, don’t be foolish.” Your mother insists, and even if you can see the tension in her body, the wear of concern in her expression, you clench your jaw and shake your head.

“No.” The words are as final as they have been since Brock proposed the…arrangement. But she refuses to accept it.

“The Bratva will not let you rule alone! That is not the ways of the Game.”

Your father’s trusting eyes, his supporting words and encouraging smiles, they remind you of what your family wanted to make out of the Bratva once, of what you were taught to want, to protect, to achieve.

Even with the same confidence, your voice still falters when you state, “Then…then I’ll overthrow it.”

But your mother only sighs in response, dragging a hand over her face and speaking as if she were chastising a misbehaving child, and not a Bratva Captain, “Let go of childish fantasies, little dove. Brooklyn was never ours, and the blood of those who stayed behind will too stain those streets.”

A cold shiver runs down your spine, and you are force to bite back promises of it never happening, not while you still have breath in your lungs.

Instead, you move another piece in the Game, “Is that a threat, mom?”

“Not from me.”

For a second too long you are stunned, taken aback. But you quickly compose yourself, like she taught you. Because she taught you, maybe.

Steeling your gaze, you settle your answer, turning to Natasha and giving her the message she is expecting.

“Tell Brock I said no. And that if he wants me to stay at his side, he will desist on such foolish ideas.” Your eyes remain on your mother’s as you declare your final answer.

She presses her lips together in a sign of disappointment, but you could swear a hint of pride shines in her eyes, even as she says,

“You are making a mistake, babygirl.”

“I’m…I’m playing like my father taught me,” You promise, you remember; and you turn fully to Natasha, fixing her gaze with your own. “Tell Barton to move into Brooklyn, send the aid we talked about.”

She nods once before walking out, and you could swear the same hunger, the same anger and pain and resentment that swim in your blood since you left your home shines through the mask of the Widow before she finally walks away.

Winnie’s eyes travel to your left hand, and you spread your fingers proudly so she can see. No ring. Her silver eyes go back to your face, and something alike respect shines back in them.

“When did ya’-…” Bucky cuts himself off as every pair of eyes in the table turns to him. His grey eyes go from you to Steve, and then back to yours. This is the first time he has spoken since Winnie called you to dinner. This is also the first time he has looked you in the eye since Peggy interrupted you on that porch.

You watch his fingers drum anxiously on the table, before he clears his throat and starts again, “When did ya’…learn about that?”

“About my parents?” You confirm, and he nods. You do not want to answer with the truth, not really. But… “When Brock proposed to me, eight years ago.”

The way he leans back on his chair, straightens his back, shouldn’t remind you so much of someone regaining balance after being struck.

The regret curls at your stomach like a snake, heavy and instantaneous in the moment you see Bucky close off again, shedding the tentative truce and putting the mask of the Captain back on.

A cold smirk curves up his lips.

“Didn’t offer ya’ enough territory?”

You think you hear a quick reprimand from Winnie, and a sigh from Steve, but you are focused on the man in front of you.

He doesn’t take his eyes off yours, the grey depths challenging you to back down or play your next move in the Game, hurt back.

But you don’t.

For some reason, being in this house, being so close to the memories of who you once were, who you all were once; it keeps you more flesh and bone than cold marble.

“Didn’t offer me your safety.” You bark back, even though your voice is as low and soft as you have heard it.

Although the part of you that was taught to distrust her own shadow instinctively regrets showing your hand, and the same part of you that was trained to change masks and silence crowds fears the silence that takes over the room; the girl with loose hair from the wind and sore feet form dancing feels nothing but tranquility.

“What?” Peggy whispers, the words a dumbfounded exhale, and you finally take your eyes off Bucky’s shocked expression to focus on the girl at your side.

You hate the part of you that soars at the guarded hope in her brown eyes.

“Every deal I make is to ensure the safety of my family. Inconveniently for me, that included…includes…I-uhm…” Your confidence falters, your words die in your throat when you realize what you have revealed. You shrug and, feeling uncharacteristically uneasy with so many eyes on you, reach for your glass of water. Finding it empty, you clear your throat, and stand up from your chair, and the compulsion of being brought up as a good girl from society makes you mumble an excuse as you do so, “I need some ice, and the…uh, the cake is probably done.”

Of course, the cake is not done yet. Of course, you are going to have to go back to the dining room and be polite and stay.

And God, you don’t think your pride can take it.

Tendrils of a conversation starting again in the dining room makes the knot of embarrassment and nervousness dissipate a little, and you allow yourself a few minutes in the kitchen before you have to walk back.

You wonder if the reason Brock was so quick to drop Brooklyn as soon as an inconvenience arose has anything to do with how easily you see yourself dropping the pretense, the mask, the shield of the Siren when it comes to these streets. To these people.

As you move through the motions, seemingly remembering where every utensil is as you ready the needed ones to take out and serve the Sunshine cake; a part of you ponders how long it will be until pretending to be free comes back and bites you in the ass.

But, surprisingly enough, you don’t care.

And that thought alone gives you more freedom than a thousand titles within the Bratva could.

Turning your attention back to the kitchen around you, you notice the subtle change between the affordable utensils and sparse decorations of before, and the quality instruments, the expensive gifts littering the space. No doubt work of her son, you ponder with a small smile, reaching for a cake server.

Your fingers stop shy of reaching for it though, your eyes glued to a small portrait among a few others, hanging innocently from the wooden rail under the cupboard.

You tug on his hand, unable to contain the smile on your lips.

“C’mon, Buck, four for a quarter!” You squeal, almost bouncing on the tips of your feet as you wait for the couple inside to finish their turn.

You feel Bucky’s chest rumble in a low laugh as he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Ya’ know the kinda money your old man has lets ya’ splurge on a few studio pictures, right doll?”

You roll your eyes at his tease, “It’s not the same.” You insist, but the conversation is cut short as the couple walks out.

The first picture in the row of four, your excited smile and messy hair as you look at the camera, Bucky’s exasperated smile as he presses a kiss on your exposed neck, but his act is betrayed when it is clear as day his eyes are as soft and fond as ever, always on you.

You are giddy with excitement as Bucky gently moves you to his lap, your legs across his as your arm instinctively wraps itself around his shoulders. You are taking in the interior of the box with a smile so big you can feel the strain in your cheeks, when you feel Bucky’s soft lips on your skin.

The flash goes off, but you blink past it, and look back at his grey-blue eyes. You breathe a small laugh as you take in his equally smug and flustered smile.

The second picture, your hand on his cheek as you seal your smiling lips with his own, your free hand messing up his hair.

The smile that turns your lips upwards now is as much pained as it is nostalgic.

The first picture was faster than you expected, but you are ready for the second one. With a gentle hand on his jaw you bring his face close to yours, and before he can say anything, you press a chaste kiss on his lips.

He breathes a laugh through his nose, but his hands still wrap around your waist, bringing you closer. As if you would ever move away.

Shaky fingers take the portrait from the wall, and the third picture mocks you with a whisper, as clear as day, of the words exchanged for the first time on that lonely booth.

“What was that for?” The brunet teases as you break apart, and for a second you cannot take your eyes away from the blurry mark of your lipstick on his own skin.

You smile, fingers moving nervously on the back of his neck, and turn your eyes to his.

“I love you, Bucky.”

You have to force your eyes to take in the last picture out of the four, fully aware of what it will show, even if it breaks what is left of your heart.

Because if you close your eyes, you can still feel the urgent press of his lips on yours, the quickened beat of his heart beneath your hand, the comfort of his arms wrapped even more tightly around you.

A throat clearing behind you brings you out of the memories so fast you feel dizzy as you turn around.

Bucky stands a few feet away, hands in the pockets of his pants as he points to the portrait in your hand with his chin.

“My…uh, my ma’ kept ‘em.” He explains, and you bring your gaze back to the pictures, although you are not really looking at them.

“Of course she did.” You mutter fondly to yourself, before putting the portrait back in its place, albeit reluctantly.

A few seconds of uncomfortable silence stretch between you when you return your eyes to his, but finally Bucky breaks the silence, reaching up and rubbing a hand on the back of his neck as he offers,

“If…if what you said back there is true, then…I owe you an apology.”

That, you weren’t expecting.

“You don’t,” You say, “I mean, it is true, but…I shouldn’t have come here.” You finish quickly, as if just realizing it.

But he is quick to correct you, almost taking a step towards you before stopping himself, “No. I…my family is glad to see you,” A small smile curves up his lips, “Becca really missed you.”

You allow yourself to relax, “She’s grown so much, I…I think I expected her to remain an eight-year-old girl forever.” You finish with a chuckle, a small smile still curving your lips upwards.

“So did I.” Bucky deadpans, and when you catch a small, almost nonexistent smile on his lips as he looks at you, you cannot help the surge of pride and giddiness in your chest even if you tried. Which you don’t.

The chirp of the timer interrupts anything you may have said next, and you rush to the oven to check the cake. It has been years since you have smelled the heavy vanilla and hints of citrus of the Sunshine Cake, too busy with the Game and, you guess, too reluctant to remember a life before becoming a chess piece in it, to make time to eat some.

Your father taught you to make it, and as you put the hot pan on a mat, you have vivid memories of a too-eager child rushing to grab it before a gentle hand stops her, presses a kiss to her hair, and lifts her on his arms to explain her about waiting.

The memory brings a nostalgic feeling to your chest, the good kind, but it also reminds you of something.

You turn to Bucky, resting your back on the counter as you take him in.

“You knew about my parents’…arrangement?” You ask, thinking for a second you will catch him off-guard, but Bucky nods, lips pressed into a line.

He answers your unspoken question quickly though, walking to you and resting next to you on the counter, arms crossed.

“Your father told me.”

Dad died before I even left Brooklyn, so…he told him when Bucky and I were still together?

Even if you fear the answer to your question, you must ask, even as your voice cracks, even as dread spreads through your body, “Why?”

His grey eyes study you for a few seconds, his gaze jumping back and forth between your own eyes. You hold your ground, even if there’s a mix of dread and apprehension running through your veins.

There’s still a part of you that is still the young girl that adored her father with all she had, that once she became a Captain vowed to be every bit the Captain he had been.

And Bucky sees right through you, because he knew that girl, he loved her.

So, he shakes his head, “Does it matter, doll?”

“I guess not,” You focus back on the pan and the cake, taking a deep breath after you take it out and put it on a plate. “I should…get this to the rest. Excuse me, Bucky.”

Before you can cross the door to the dining room, Bucky’s hand softly catches your arm, stopping you.

“Wait, Y/N. You-…I am trying to trust you, please know that.” He says, beseechingly, grey eyes the same hypnotizing shade you fell for so many years ago.

“I know,” You smile, reaching up on your tiptoes to press the softest of kisses against his stubble-covered jaw. “I know, Bucky.”

When you get back on your feet, looking up at him, you could swear there’s a hint of color on his cheeks. Some things never do change, huh?

“Meet me tonight,” He blurts out, eyes comically widening once he realizes what he said. He quickly amends it though, not giving your foolish heart a chance at thinking twice about it, “Us. Us. Steve, Peg, and…and Sam. We…things with the Triad have been dangerous lately, and if we can make sure this has nothing to do with Manhattan or anyone else in the Bratva…it will give my men more moving space.”

Cocking your head to the side, you inquire further, “My reports said Brock had nothing to do with the attack, if that’s what you are going at.”

“But your reports don’t match with mine, doll. Meet with us later tonight, at…” He clears his throat, “at my bar. We’ll go through everything, share intel.”

Pursing your lips to hide a smug smile, you nod.

“I’ll be there. Printsessa, is it?”

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[evanstanwrites]

The Notebook - Part 4

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warning: fluff, angst, smut (chapters marked with *)

In 1940, Brooklyn, Bucky Barnes meets 17-year-old y/n at a carnival. 

A/N: I’m back at writing :D but I’m still doing fysio therapy so the rest of this series will be slow updates until i’m back at my 100%

cowriter: @pawfect-melody

cover by: @im-finallly-clean

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“I forbid you to see that boy.” her father yelled at her while she lets out one of the most heartbreaking cries. This couldn't be true he couldn't do that to her.  After her father's outbreak the room was filled with silence and softly in the distance she could hear footsteps walking on the front porch and suddenly she knew that Bucky probably had heard the whole conversation. She shot up from her seat and ran out the door not listening to the shouts of her parents.  Bucky was walking to his truck with his head bowed to the ground. 

“Bucky wait!”

She yelled out to make sure he heard her making him stop in his tracks still looking at his feet waiting for her to catch up with him.

“Buck please don't leave like this, I'm sorry for what my parents said . Please Bucky don't go. I love you.” she cried when she stood in front of him.

“Well that's the problem here, you love me and I love you. But it's wrong, we can't be together. I can't offer you what you need y/n, I'm just a poor boy who works at the docks. I'm nobody.” Bucky almost yelled out with tears in his eyes. 

“All I need is you, we'll live in that house by the lake and we'll be happy. Please Bucky don't go, don't leave me, I need you.”

Y/n cried while trying to hold Bucky but he pushes her away. 

“no we can't and we won't. It's better for you to hate me. This hurts me more than you think doll. You need to move on from me, I'm not good for you.”

“no don't do this to us, to me. You coward!” she yelled 

She didn't understand where her anger suddenly came from, but it filled her and before she even knew it she had slapped Bucky right on his left cheek. Bucky knew he deserved it but it still hurt like hell being slapped by the woman he loves. He didn't get angry, he only looked at her with sad eyes and mumbled “I’m sorry” walked past her and got in his car.

“ you asshole, I hate you, get out of here you asshole “ she screamed while the tears streamed over her cheeks. She regretted saying what she had said the moment it left her lips. She loved him not hated him, she hated her father for forbidding them to see each other. The moment she heard Bucky’s truck come to life all her anger left her body and made place for despair and sadness. He was really leaving her, setting a point behind their relationship. She ran as fast as she could to the drivers side of the truck. 

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I love you. Please Bucky don't go I love you.” 

But he didn't even look at her, he ignored her and just drove away taking her broken heart with him.

“no Bucky!” she cried out falling on her knees onto the gravel of her driveway. It may be unlady like the way she sat there crying, wrapping her arms around her waist folding into a ball. She didn't want to believe what just happened.

“It's not over.” she kept telling herself because for her it wasn't, the next day they would talk it all out just like they always did when they had arguments. She didn't know how long she sat there, but she eventually felt two warm hands lifting her head and stroking her tears away. When she looked up at who the hands belonged to she saw the brown eyes of her mother looking worried at her.

“come inside my child, you'll freeze out here.” her mother said pulling her up and walked her inside the house. 

Once inside her mother ordered a maid to draw y/n a warm bath and to bring her dinner to her room. Her mother left her in the care of the maid and was out the door without another word. The maid guided her to the bathroom and then she left too. 

The rest of the evening past in a blur like she wasn't a part of it. She kept reliving the events of that night, first she had the perfect first time with Bucky filled with love and passion, then the terrible argument with her parents, then the one with Bucky. It broke her over and over again making her lay awake in bed all night. She promised herself she would talk to Bucky in the morning and everything would be alright again, if she needed to she would run away with him if it meant that they could be together she would do it without thinking twice.

It was already 9am when she got out of bed and headed downstairs where her parents sat at the breakfast table surrounded by boxes. 

“good morning dear, did you sleep well?” her mother spoke from her spot at the table on the left side of her father who was busy reading his newspaper. He didn’t even look up, she went to her spot on his right side and sat down. When she asked what all the boxes where doing there she wasn’t prepared for the answer of her mother. 

“we’re going back home.” 

“but summer isn’t over yet.”

“your father needs to get back to work, they need him.”

no this couldn’t be true, they couldn’t pull her away from Bucky.

“we could stay mama.” she softly suggested knowing she wouldn’t get to hear what she wanted to.

“no y/n we’re all going back home, you start studying for your final year at school so you can work at your father's office. now get dressed, we leave in an hour.”

she knew she couldn’t change their mind, but she couldn’t leave like this, not in the middle of an argument with Bucky. She got up from the table without eating and left the room. Once she was in the hallway she ran upstairs and got dressed in no time, she needed to get to the docks and talk to Bucky before she left, maybe there was a way to still run off with him. He needed to know she didn’t hate him but loved him. running as fast as she could to the docks where Bucky was supposed to be working. When she arrived out of breath she couldn't see him anywhere.

"Bucky!" She yelled as loud as she could but he didn't come, she only drew the attention of the other men working there. She felt desperate, she needed Bucky, she couldn't leave like this. Just when a tear rolled down her cheek she heard someone call out her name from behind her,when she turned around she saw Steve standing there. But if he was working then Bucky should be here too. Maybe he didn't want to see her and Steve came to tell her she thought.

"What are you doing here?" Steve asked while walking closer.

"Where is Bucky? I need to talk to him"

"He's getting a delivery done in town. Why do you want to talk to him, it's over." 

"It's not over Steve, we'll get through this just like always."

"I don't know y/n, I was with him last night and it looked and sounded like it was. Just let him be, I've never seen him so broken like this before.  It's over." He said with regret in his voice.

"No it isn't Steve, I'm going away and I need Bucky to know I'm really sorry and that I love him. Please tell him that, can you please tell him?" She pleaded.

"It's over y/n, move on." Steve said just when a car arrived at the docks and her mother stepped out of the car.

With a face full of tears she just nods and starts to walk to where her mother is waiting for her. 

A few feet further a man stood hidden behind large crates listening to the conversation between his best friend and now ex girlfriend. He couldn't handle it, he couldn't face her right now. Not while knowing he was the reason for her tears and broken heart. He knew she didn’t mean what she had said yesterday. But hearing her saying she loved him and that she was leaving in the same sentence broke him, he needed to hold her one last time.

"Y/N!"

She froze, there where Steve had just stood Bucky appeared with sad eyes .

"I'm so sorry doll." 

Y/n looked from her mother to Bucky and then ran into his open arms crashing her lips onto his kissing him passionately for the last time.

"I love you doll."

"I love you Bucky, I'll be back. I'm sorry for what I said, I didn't mean it. I love you."

Bucky stroked a wayward hair out of her face looking at her with tears in his eyes but filled with love.

"I know doll, I said a lot too that I didn't meant. I do love you but I won't be mad if you find someone else back home. It was just too good to be true."

"I'll be back, I don't know when but I'll be back and maybe then, maybe then we can be together."

With tears in his eyes Bucky shook his head.

"Maybe doll, but I think it'll be better for you if you move on. You're leaving, we don't know if you're even coming back next holiday. So this is me protecting your heart." He said wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"Y/n! Come here,we need to leave." She heard her mother calling for her from the car.

"I love you Bucky, I'll never forget you." She said wrapping her arms around his waist hugging him close for the last time.

"I love you too y/n, I'll try and write you as much as I can." 

He kissed the top of her head before letting go of her and let her walk to the car while his own tears rolled over his cheek until the car was out of sight.

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[crewhonk]

how bucky shows you he loves you pre-relationship

so so so sorry for not being active lately! i want to write every night but i get home and im ah la pooped

requested: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I hope 20 is treating you well so far. Bucky headcanon of all the little things he does for the reader to show he cares pre-relationship? (@basicwafflescc)

Bucky Barnes had no idea how to tell you how much he absolutely adored you

He would try to smile at you, but you always smiled at everyone so it felt like just the bare minimum

Maybe less

He didn’t know how to communicate with anyone anymore, HYDRA, while taking his memory and will to get out of bed on most days,

They had also taken his sociability

The Bucky of 1940 was less than a ghost of a thought compared to his brooding persona now, and it’s not that he minded it but

He didn’t want you to think he was brooding and angry at everyone anymore 

So, when you had picked the movie “Enchanted” on Netflix, and when he saw that you knew all of the words to “That’s How You Know” he knew exactly what to do

(He tried to call to stuttering of his heart when he looked over and saw you mouthing the words and smiling)

(It was just real fuckin cute)

He listened to the song on repeat that night, writing down all the things he could do and planning them in a way that could be done in the real world 

When he left for a mission later that week, he left a note on your favourite mug

“Thinkin’ of you, Doll” -bb x

You, not being the stupid human being you knew you were, immediately worked up because holy shit

Bucky Barnes, the snacc of a man you had lived with for the past year was thinking about you??

Nice

 When he came back, he showed up with yellow tulips from Holland and placed them in a vase, leaving them beside your door for when you went to shower after your workout 

You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs when you found them because they were once again from Bucky, and you genuinely hated the cold snap New York was having

So these were little drops of sunshine that made you feel warm in a different way

Every day when you woke up he would have a pot of coffee on, and a cup in your hands within a minute

He asked almost everyone in the building if they knew your coffee order

Tony did, but wouldn’t tell him— same with Sam

Only Wanda was willing to tell him because she could see how much he wanted to impress you 

It was a month after he had given you the flowers, and because he had begun making you your coffee every morning, you both had fallen into a routine

Until you woke up from a rather nasty nightmare about the time you had spent in Africa hunting poachers

And you busier yourself by baking bread for the rest of the team

Even making a few extra loaves to bring down to HR

you had your headphones in, and as you begun to dance, Barnes walked in

He had also had a nightmare and felt the need to just wander and ground himself 

But then he sees you swaying your hips in the kitchen and he is so far from grounded

He’s in cloud fucking nine

BITCH IM GONNA WRITE A FIC ABOUT THIS LOL I HAD TO DELETE HALF THE POINTS ABOUT DANCING BECAUSE I GOT INSPIRED

anyways, long story short, you catch him watching and before you know it you’re in his arms, dancing and laughing and singing songs he used to know

That’s the first time you really realize how fucking into him you are

Because he’s to close and he smells so good, and he’s laughing and singing in your ear and you’re dancing to no music at four in the morning 

He wears something maroon every day (shirts, pants, sweats, hoodies, sneakers, socks) because it’s your favourite colour 

He loves when you play with his metal hand

When you’re anxious, or bored or on your way to or from a mission, you’ll always play with his fingers

Drawing patterns on the metal and tracing the gold lines of his arm

“Pretty”

“It is isnt it” 

U KNOW HES LOOKING AT YOU BICH BECAUSE HES A LIL CHEESEBALL

He takes you out one hot night, there’s candles on the rooftop and there’s a fort set up and there’s your favourite wine and oh my god he’s wearing maroon

after eating yourselves full and laughing all night you find yourself laying back on the pillows and he’s half laying down leaning on his elbow

And his flesh hand brushed your hair behind your ear and all of a sudden his lips are on yours and god he’s so warm

“You really want this?” You ask

“You’re kidding, right? You’re actually kidding?”

“Yeah, actually. Kiss me again please.”

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[beardandbooty]

Okay y’all, I’m on a road trip for the next week-ish (like four days) but that means that I’ll have a fair amount of like dead time hanging out in the back of a mini van to write sin so if you’ve got some sinful thoughts and feelings then hit this bitch up

I’m working on the Peter Parker and Bucky Barnes asks that we’ve gotten already but KEEP SENDING THEM in especially 1940s Bucky and Steve like fuck my ass up, im in such a mood

Also also y’all are horny AF for our soft boy Peter and I AM LIVING FOR IT

One more thing: for the multiple requests I’ve gotten for a full drabble/one-shot of Peter webbing you up during sex? IM FUCKING ON IT AND IM PSYCHED but it might take a few days because I need to get back home and watch Homecoming again for ... research purposes

- Mod Shelby

#anyway im going to eat a lot of junk food and write sin #mod shelby #god we talk too much #to be deleted #probably idk who knows #peter parker headcanons #steve rogers headcanons #bucky barnes headcanons