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lovelybarnes · 9 months

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The Blanket in The Box- B. Barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, sam wilson warnings: I FORGOT TO INCLUDE THE TEAM I'M SO SORRY I'LL WRITE A SECOND PART, silly about: request! "What if fem reader got a blanket of bucky. how would he react? how would the team react? i just felt like if u write this promt u would give it the best justification." (THANK YOU SO MUCH for thinking of me so nicely thank you i hope you liked it!!). a/n: this fic won!! i hope you're ready. i hope i did the idea justice!! also i could not for the life of me think of a clever little title so i made it like a bones episode name. yay!

“Something came for you.” Sam is standing at your open door, fingers tucked underneath a large box that has his arms brawnier than usual and his brows up to his forehead, a false innocence in his eye that makes you think he knows exactly what he’s carrying.

You stare at the box for a second and try to think, recalling each order placed and its corresponding package received. You gasp. Sam’s lips prune up like he can read your mind, his fingers curving a little protectively.

You leap from your bed and snatch it away from him, its weight surprising enough to slip straight out of your hands. You heave a foot over the sealed flaps and stare at Sam’s smile. “Go,” you say.

“What?” He exclaims indignantly, grin dropping. “That’s not fair! This whole thing is thanks to me—I should reap some rewards.”

“How?” you demand, bewildered. “They were my targeted ads. Mine.” You push your finger into your chest for emphasis.

"Sure. But would you have paid attention to those targeted ads without my mindful encouragement?" Hard shoving, more like.

"Yes!" you insist, eyes narrowed.

He drops his indignance and instead adopts pleading. “Please just let me see his reaction, you won’t even be able to tell I’m there—”

“No!” you push him out of your room and close the door, leaving him importunate on the other side.

He raps gently at the door with the base of his palm. “Just let me see it! I just want to see it in real life once.”

You press your lips together and crack the door open a sliver. He jumps back and stands ramrod straight, chin dipped hopefully. “Tomorrow,” you say. “You’ll be the first I show."

He looks at you dubiously. "You swear?"

You press your palm to your chest. "From the bottom of my heart."

He seems to accept your offer, glancing back up at you inquisitvely. You back up preemptively, gripping the doorknob tighter. He steps closer. "Will you please take a video, I'll do whatev—"

You shut and lock the door, turning back to The Box.

Apprehensively, you pace around the box, offhandedly snagging an intricate knife from the hidden curve of your closet. It's almost nerve-wracking when you push the blade against the tape, sucking in a giddy breath as you part the flaps open, tossing the weapon onto your carpet and tugging out the contents with great effort. It's doughier than you would have thought, covered with preservative tissue paper. You toss that aside as well, unfolding the blanket you wobble to your feet.

You gasp when you see it wholly, a hand grasping one end of the blanket, the other going to your mouth in order to stop the spiral into laughter.

It's amazing.

It’s greater than you could possibly imagine. Plastic-scented, sure, but you believe in sacrifice.

You hobble over to your bed, draping the blanket over the mattress. "Wow," you whisper, a little overwhelmed as you take in the details.

The Bucky at the top right corner is barely glancing at the camera, an obviously deeply zoomed-in paparazzi picture of him walking outside. Bottom Left Bucky is another papparazzi photo, this one of him holding your bag in a park. Bottom Right Bucky's hand is cut off, along with yours attached to it, but you can see your fingers peeking out behind another Bucky's head.

Top Left Bucky is side-profiled in a suit you remember from a gala, and another Bucky from the same night is in the middle, a little bigger. You recognize the image as one of the mandatory ones Tony ordered for the night, and it's clear why that one is meant to be the center of attention. It's clearer, the surly details of Bucky's face easier to make out; notably the closest thing to a smile a strange camera is going to get from him—the slightest, most sardonic painstaking curl of the corners of his lips.

Still. He's so handsome it makes your chest hurt.

His hair is neat and done in a way that accentuates his cheekbones, and the lovely splendour of his eyes translates even into blanket.

You lean in closer. "Huh," you say. "Did he always have such long eyelashes?"

One of your hands splays atop a grumpy picture of Bucky, fingers curling and uncurling on the fuzzy surface. Not bad.

For the real test, you pull an edge up and crawl underneath, pulling your chin to your chest to stare at the blanket from above.

"Warm," you mutter appreciatively, fisting your hands into a Bucky's face. You pinch it to your field of view, dragging a chunk off your ankle so you can observe this Bucky up close. You recognize his clothing as his mission gear. How someone got the picture is beyond you.

You're too busy picking at the blanket to notice the subject walk into your room, shutting the door very carefully once he's on the other side of it. "Hey."

You startle, meeting his eyes abashedly. You stretch out your fingers as far as they'll go over what you were looking at, but it's futile when there are twin faces on every other inch. Bucky hasn't seemed to notice your unease, and you try to get your limbs to relax so he won't.

"Hi," you force out, cringing when you sound doubtful. You clear your throat. "Heeey."

He frowns at you. "Do you know Sam is outside your room?"

"Is he?" you say. "How... strange."

Bucky gets to your bedside and stares down at you, dubious. "Are you feeling—" The back of his hand is grazing your forehead when he pauses, breath catching for what must be the first time. You don't stop looking at him, catching the contemplative inhale and subsequent eyebrow furrow when he realizes he isn't even sure what to ask.

You stare at each other for a few moments until his lips part again, index finger tapping on your blanket. "Is that me?"

"No," you lie immediately. "No, it's not."

"I'm pretty sure... I'm pretty sure that's my face."

"No."

"I know it pretty well."

"Me too."

"Why do—where did th—" He sighs, deeply and deflatedly.

"It's Sam's fault," you blurt. "Mainly. Or, actually, it's because of how shitty our privacy is nowadays. You're right. Things were better back in the old days."

"Where did you get this?"

"Etsy," you admit ashsamedly. "It was actually pretty expensive. I got an ad for it and it started off as a joke, and then..."

His head shakes confusedly, pupils flickering between each face on top of you. "Why... why do you have this?"

"I got an ad," you repeat.

"Sure. But... why?"

"I don't know. I generally try to avoid the Bucky Barnes edits."

"That's not what I... I mean why would you listen to it?

"I personally like it."

"How would someone make this?"

"A collage? I don't know, the internet is getting hard for me to understand."

"Why? Why would this exist?"

"Why not?" you counter.

He steps back, tongue sweeping over his bottom lip. His pupils erratic before they settle on a specific part. You try and follow his gaze, arriving at a shirtless image of him from a couple metres away, a towel draped around his neck.

“How did they get that picture?” He looks it over critically, a grimace on his face. He grows a little more horrified as he discovers more stills of him in different situations.

"You know there are these things of all of us? I found one for Steve. Mine's pretty creepy." You slip out from underneath it, standing guiltily next to Bucky. He's barely noticed you, a frantic finger drumming on Bottom Right Bucky's shoulder. "Tony has one of himself. I'm pretty sure he had it commissioned."

Bucky doesn't respond and you tug at his shirt. "Will you stop glaring at it?"

"I just... every time I think I get this century, aliens or Asgard or.... this happens."

You rub a soothing palm up and down his arm. "Okay, I'll give you that. That's fair enough."

"What are you going to do with it?" he asks, turning to you.

You cock your head. "What do you mean? What do you usually do with blankets?"

"Really?" He looks a little horrified.

"Yes, of course. Why else?" You grab his arm. "Touch it," you encourage, urging his hand to smooth over it. "It's soft."

"I guess."

"That's not something you can argue, Buck," you admonish.

"Wanna see?"

"No," you mutter, glaring at him. "It's gonna grow on you," you say menacingly.

"It won't."

"We'll see." You pat Middle Bucky on the head. "We'll see."

You like challenging yourself in harmless situations. Setting a ginormous plate on your non-dominant hand seems innocuous enough when the only thing threatening it is your impeccable balance, and after a particularly short mission, it serves to burn what's left of your adrenaline.

You step too confidently and your tray of cookies balances precariously on your palm.

You concentrate on each wobble, careful to not let anything slide too far. When you finally turn to your room, you let your shoulders slump from their place by their ears, only to regret it immediately when you tense again, sensing another presence the moment you step inside.

It's a relief for just a moment when you realize it's only Bucky splayed across your bed, because you realize he's sleeping very peacefully beneath the Bucky Blanket and your phone is in the pocket opposite to your free hand.

You gasp and subsequently snap your mouth shut, stilling in your doorway.

"My phone. My phone, nonono," you hiss in despair, needing to shut your eyes to concentrate but not wanting to look away. You suck in a beep breath, focusing on keeping the plate steady as you switch hands and pull your phone out.

"Ohh, I knew it. I told him," you whisper, taking a picture.

A shimmery glow takes on most of the weight, allowing you more freedom with angles. You're taking a slow step toward the bed when you're interrupted. You should've closed your door.

"No way," Sam chortles loudly. Your tray clatters to the floor, Bucky shoots up in the bed. "Nice nap, narcissist?"

it seems like every picture of him groans with Bucky.

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Оружие ~ 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞) 𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Оружие = 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 // 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 *𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴* 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜!

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟺.𝟽𝚔

AFTER YOU AND BUCKY FALL ASLEEP WATCHING A MOVIE, YOU BEGIN TO SPEND A LOT MORE TIME TOGETHER. And you’re pleasantly surprised when he begins looking for you during his free time.

The morning before Steve leaves on a mission with Clint and Tony, he comes to your floor and asks if you’ll be around for the next week or so. He knows you’re not being sent on any missions, so he has a favor to ask. You’re confused, but you let him know that you have no plans whatsoever.

“I— I know you and Buck have gotten pretty close so I was just wondering if you could maybe… keep an eye on him? Check on him every once in a while, make sure he’s alright, that sort of thing.”

Now you’re a little worried. “Has something happened??”

“No, no he’s fine. It’s just this is the first mission that I’ll be going on without him. I don’t know if you, or anyone else really, has noticed but previously he and I have either been partnered on missions, or at least going on the same ones. Other than you and I, he doesn’t really hang out with anyone else. I’m just worried that with me gone, he’ll withdraw and keep to himself whenever he’s nervous or anxious.”

Aaand now your heart is slowly breaking for Bucky. “Oh of course! I was planning on asking him to hang out tomorrow anyway,” you hope the smile on your face doesn’t give away that you’re touched that Steve trusts you enough to check up on his best friend.

As a special treat for the boys leaving on the mission, the team has a feast, with you and Wanda having spent the better part of the afternoon in the kitchen. Dinner ends up being a 2 hour affair, and for the millionth time since Nat and Yelena saved you, you’re grateful for the family they’ve given you.

There’s nothing but trading stories, laughing so hard there are tears, and before you know it, Steve, Clint, and Tony are getting ready to head to the quinjet. After they leave, almost everyone heads off to their separate floors. The exception being you and Loki, who go up to your rooftop garden to water all of your plants.

There are so many, and you both love taking care of them, so it ends up being an activity that takes nearly half an hour. Once you’re in the elevators Loki turns to you just before he steps off on his floor.

“Tell the metal armed man that if he hurts you, I won’t hesitate to crush him like a bug.” Before you can even think of a reply, he exits and turns to you, grinning as the doors shut.

Back on your floor after showering and getting settled on the couch, you attempt to find something to watch. But after scrolling through every possible show and movie on almost all streaming platforms, nothing seems good.

You decide maybe reading will keep you occupied, so you go to your ‘office / library’ room and grab the book that you’ve been meaning to read. You’re only able to make it through a couple of chapters before setting the book down.

It occurs to you that since Steve is gone, Bucky will be on their floor by himself. Before you can think about it so much that your mind tells you it’s a horrible idea, you take the elevator to their floor.

It’s only once you’re stepping off of the elevator, that you check your phone and see the time is nearly 10:30pm. When you walk in to the kitchen and don’t hear anything, you figure Bucky must already be asleep.

Glancing at their fridge, you notice a magnetic notepad amongst the various photos and magnets. Grabbing a. pen from a nearby drawer, you leave a note for Bucky asking if he’d like to hang out tomorrow, and you let him know that if he wants to, he can come find you at any point. You sign your name and a smiley face at the bottom, and stick the notepad back on the fridge.

Right before you’re about to get back in to the elevators, you hear a loud noise. Freezing, you wait to see if you hear it again so that you can work out what it was. About 10 seconds later, you hear it again and quickly realize that it’s Bucky.

Quickly making your way to his room, you pause and put your ear against the door. It’s clear he’s… in pain? You slowly twist the door handle and push it open, and your heart breaks when you hear him mumbling in his sleep.

“No, please… I’ll be good please don’t make me forget… no… no!”

You don’t have much experience with other peoples nightmares, and you briefly wonder how you should go about waking him up. A direct approach might be best, to lessen the risk of you frightening him.

“Buck—” you reach out and put your hand on his head, slowly running your hand through his hair. After a few seconds, he stills and the whimpering stops. You do this for a couple of minutes, then slowly stand up and take a few steps back, not wanting to disturb him.

Without warning, he sits up, panicking.

You rush back to him and pull him close, his head against your chest since you’re standing up and he’s just sitting in bed.

When you first got to the compound and dealt with a lot of anxiety, Nat introduced you to something called deep pressure therapy. You haven’t needed it in a long time, and you have a feeling that Bucky hasn’t dealt with his internal problems about his past, but you figure at this point it can’t hurt.

Slowly, you wrap your arms around him, one hand rubbing his back and the other once again gently playing with his hair as you hold him tight against you.

“It’s okay, you’re okay Bucky,” you whisper over and over. Continuing to hold him, you loosen your grip a little so that he doesn’t feel trapped in your embrace.

He’s no longer breathing hard and looking around in a panic, but he’s still shaking so you continue to whisper soft reassurances in his ear. “You’re okay Bucky, they can’t hurt you anymore. You’re safe in the compound, I promise.”

After doing this for 5 minutes, you begin to pull away, thinking he’s alright now that the shaking has stopped too. But Bucky swings his legs off of the bed and pulls you close. He says something, but it’s so soft that you almost don’t hear it.

“Please don’t go,” he whispers.

You’re both silent as you walk around to the other side of the bed and climb in, sitting up leaning against the headboard. It’s quiet for a moment before Bucky speaks up again.

“Can you— can you keep—”

You realize what he’s asking, and nod, moving closer to him. You pat your lap and he moves to lay his head on it. When you begin playing with his hair, his right hand comes to rest on your thighs. He doesn’t say it out loud, but it’s because he feels like he has to reassure himself that you’re real. That you’re there wit him, and this isn’t a dream.

“You’re safe Bucky. They won’t hurt you anymore. You’re surrounded by people who love and care about you.”

The next time you look down at him, he’s asleep, and you can’t help but notice how peaceful he looks. Just to make sure he’s in a deeper sleep, and because you just want to stay up and make sure he’s alright, you play with his hair for another 20 minutes.

When you finally start feeling sleepy, you carefully remove yourself rom under him and lay down next to him.

Before you’re fully asleep, he stirs next to you. When you reach out and take his left hand in yours, whispering that you’re right there, he instantly calms down.

Waking up the next morning, your first thought is that you can’t remember the last time you woke up feeling so well rested. You’re confused for a second, before remembering exactly what happened last night.

Bucky is still fast asleep next to you, his arm draped over you and holding you close. You don’t want to risk waking him before he has a chance to get as much sleep as possible. You know he needs the rest, so you close your eyes and go back to sleep.

The next time you wake up, Bucky’s the one already awake. You sigh with content, loving the way his hand feels when he runs his fingers through your hair. “How long have you been awake?” You ask sleepily.

“Not long.” That’s a lie. The truth is that Bucky has been awake for nearly 20 minutes. But he didn’t know that you’d already woken up and gone back to sleep for him, so he decided to lay there until you woke up.

You don’t want to pressure him into talking about the nightmares, you know firsthand how uncomfortable it can be to have those discussions. So when you sit up, you settle for asking him how he slept.

A frown quickly forms on his face, but it’s replaced by a smile a few seconds later. “Better than I have in a long time. I’m sorry you had to see me like that, but thank you doll. No one has ever… Steve’s the only one who really knows about the nightmares.”

Reaching over to take his left hand in yours, you run your fingers along the cool metal. “You don’t ever have to apologize. You’ve been through a lot, and I’m just sorry you’re still dealing with the aftermath from… all of that. No matter the time, or even if we’re on a mission and sleeping in tents or motels, or wherever, if this happens again you come wake me up okay? Or call if we’re not in the same place.”

Bucky swears that if he died right now, he’d die the happiest man in the world. He appreciates you in this moment more than you know. Still, he feels guilty. “I don’t want to be a burden—”

“James,” you laugh at his expression from you using his actual first name, “I promise that you could never be a burden to me. You’re one of the bravest people I know. You’re now helping to take care of the world, so let me help take care of you.”

Something shifted after that night.

The next day, when you were alone on your floor you asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to alert you of any distress on Bucky’s floor.

When you’re back the second night in a row, Bucky seems ashamed. It took a while for you to convince him that you really meant it when you said he wasn’t a burden.

The next morning, you ask him if it would be alright if you stayed with him until Steve returned. You admitted that you sometimes got lonely on your floor since you were one of the few that had a floor all to themselves, and when you mentioned that you slept better with him there, it made him feel a lot better about accepting.

By the time Steve came back, nearly a week had gone by. It was the middle of the night when he arrived back at the compound, and he peeked in Bucky’s room just to make sure he was alright. He couldn’t help the grin on his face when he saw you and Bucky fast asleep in each other’s arms.

He also noticed a difference in his best friend the next day, and when the 2 of you were alone for a moment he thanked you for being there for him.

One night you, Steve, Bucky, Wanda, and Peter had a movie night on Steve and Bucky’s floor. After the film finished, Wanda and Peter went back to their floors. Bucky headed off to go take a shower while you and Steve remained on the couch, unable to move after all the popcorn that you’d both consumed.

One other way you and Steve bonded, was with music. Every so often you sat with him and told him all the new music you loved. He had Spotify too and you showed him how to add songs to his library, but he still liked to write titles and artists down in a small notebook. That night, you spent half an hour playing short clips of songs, and if it sounded like something he’d enjoy, he wrote it down.

You half-joked about making him a mixtape, but when his eyes lit up you knew right away what you were getting him for Christmas.

Just as you’d finished, and had moved on to cleaning up the living room, you hear a loud noise coming from Bucky’s bathroom.

You and Steve quickly rush over and see him standing in front of the mirror. It’s now broken, and he’s looking down at his right hand that has a few cuts and quite a bit of blood.

“Come on,” you whisper, gently taking his other hand and leading him out of the room. As you pass Steve, he says he’ll get the shards cleaned up.

You continue holding Bucky’s hand even once you’re back in the kitchen. After a minute, you give his left hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go and quickly heading to the bathroom, telling him you’ll be right back.

Despite the pain he’s experiencing and the humiliation he feels, he finds himself wishing you hadn’t let go. But you’re back a moment later, telling him that Steve already has the counter and floor cleaned up and that he’s going to ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. to order a new mirror.

First-aid kit in one hand and a few warm washcloths in the other, you set everything down and begin gently wiping the blood from his hand.

“I— I can do it, you don’t have to look at… at th-this,” Bucky stutters his way through an attempted explanation. You step forward and kiss his forehead, asking if he’ll let you take care of him.

Once you’ve wiped off all the blood, applied medicine, and wrapped his hand in gauze, you ask if he’d like to go see Dr. Cho to make sure his hand isn’t actually more injured than it seems, but he insists that he’ll be fine.

After a few minutes of silence, it’s clear that Bucky isn’t going to speak first. “Wh—what happened?”

“I’m doing better, I promise. But I just… I don’t know. I saw myself in the mirror and I j-just, freaked out. I know I shouldn’t have punched the mirror, I just—” He’s caught off guard when you step back, pulling him to his feet and into a hug.

“You don’t have to hide your feelings with me, Buck, it’s okay.”

When Steve comes back into the room, Bucky makes his way over to him and apologizes. They hug, Steve assuring Bucky that he doesn’t have to apologize.

The 3 of you spend the rest of the night in their living room, Bucky and Steve trading stories about the 2 of them when they were younger. By the end of the night, the bathroom mirror incident was already a thing of the past.

You could tell Bucky was still just a little upset at his actions, and when you reached for his hand just as he was going to excuse himself to go to his room where he’d probably lay in bed sulking, he was once again grateful that you were now part of his life.

A few weeks later on a Wednesday, you and Pietro are up on the roof for your weekly pizza night. You’re discussing possibly going with him to visit Sokovia someday. Memories are still too painful for Wanda, but he confessed to you that he has been wanting to go back for a visit. Once you offered to go with him, his face lit up with excitement as he began telling you all of the places that he’d have to show you.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. interrupts Pietro by calling your name.

Director Fury has requested to see you, Agent Romanoff, and Agent Belova.

It doesn’t escape you that the only people he wants to see, are the 3 former Black Widow’s.

10 minutes later, you, Nat, and Yelena are in a conference room. While you wait for Fury, the 3 of you look at each other, silently agreeing that this must be something bad since no one else is allowed in the room.

Your suspicions are confirmed when Fury finally enters the room, immediately asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. to soundproof the room and to not record the conversation. Usually all meetings were recorded for future reference if you needed to look back on something that was said. What could possibly be the reason for not recording?

That question is soon answered when Fury begins telling you about the mission you’ll be sent on. After the first couple of sentences, you already have a bad feeling.

You’re informed that a few former members of HYDRA (“they escaped and went into hiding before they were taken down”) and some people that used to work with Dreykov have joined together and were working on what was now known to very few, as Project Winter Widow.

The project turned out to be exactly what it sounded like. Where Black Widows and Winter Soldiers had basically failed as 2 separate projects, resources were being pooled together to create the ultimate super soldier assassin.

Fury assured you that none of you would be going into the field and engaging in combat, and in fact if that was asked, he wouldn’t allow that. But the people who were working on taking them down needed insight on those who had been successfully turned into Black Widows. When asked why, he said it was because there was little known information about the Red Room, whereas a lot of blanks had already been filled in about the Winter Soldier program.

Nat picked up on another red flag when Fury stressed that this was a classified mission and not a single bit of information could be shared with anyone else on the team. You’d be getting on a plane they were sending for you to go to Russia tomorrow morning, and you’d immediately head into a meeting to give basically everything you knew / remembered about the Black Widow program.

“Why the hell does it have to be a secret from the team, if we’re not being sent into the field?” Nat leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms and making it clear she was already uncomfortable with this.

“We need calm and collected on this,” Fury sighed, “as I’ve said, you won’t be involved in any fighting and you’re just being asked to provide information that can only be accessed by those who were forced through the program. Until everything is over and done with, it’s to be discussed only with those working on the takedown. Once it’s finished and we’ve successfully taken down Project Winter Widow, the remaining Avengers may be told about what you’ve all been doing.” Fury says he’ll give you all some time to discuss, though you all know it’s an empty gesture. He knows that the 3 of you would do anything to stop more assassins from being created.

Discussion begins the moment he steps out of the room. After thinking about it for a little bit, Nat now agrees that it should be kept a secret for now. She points out that the entire team is all understandably protective, and while you all love that about them, knowing they’d be dealing with the people who basically kidnapped you 3 and Bucky, you all know damn well they’d just want to insert themselves into the takedown.

Yelena thinks it could only help to have them involved, or at the very least just involve Bucky.

You, on the other hand, see both sides. Fury was right, they already know basically everything about the Winter Soldier program. Bringing Bucky into this might only further trigger him and erase a lot of the progress that he has made.

In the end, you agree with Nat, and that’s enough to get Yelena to change her opinion.

When Fury re-enters the room, you sign contracts stating that you won’t discuss the mission with the rest of the team until it’s finished. You’re given a cover mission, and when the team asks, you’re to say that the 3 of you are helping take down a fast growing crime organization, and that it’s an all female group which is why no one else is being sent to help too.

Nat reminds you and Yelena that you can’t discuss it at all even in Russian, because Bucky will be able to understand what you’re all saying.

Once you exit the meeting room, you’re greeted by Tony and Steve. Yelena summarizes the mission, then says that Fury didn’t want any one else sitting in since they can’t come along anyway.

After they seem satisfied and head back to their floors, you all decide to head to the gym. When you point out that there’s really no need because Fury said you won’t be fighting, Nat counters your argument, saying it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Once you’re all in the ring taking turns ‘fighting’ each other, Sam and Steve end up joining you in the gym. Neither of them says anything, but they both notice that you’re only practicing fighting moves that you’ve learned in the Red Room. They know that because it’s definitely not moves that you’ve picked up from anyone on the team.

Bucky comes in to the gym towards the end, and notices that you seem to be a little more shaken up than usual. You don’t say it, but it’s because that bad feeling still hasn’t gone away.

Yelena and Nat head back to their floors after an hour of training, but you remain in the gym with the boys. It’s raining out, so instead of an evening run, Sam and Steve are just on the treadmills.

Hoping to distract yourself from that bad feeling, you ask Bucky if he’ll spar with you. He’s hesitant at first, but eventually says yes. After you land him on his back twice, you work out that he’s going easy on you.

“James,” you put your hands on your hips, shaking your head, “going easy on me will do no good if someone pulls these moves on me whenever I’m on a mission. Come on.”

He lands you on your back after a minute, but is quick to pull you up, asking if you’re alright multiple times. You nod, a big smile on your face as you ask him to go again.

Surprising him with a few widow moves, you end up beating him on your own next time. Sam stops the treadmill and begins clapping obnoxiously, encouraging you to kick his ass again.

At dinner that evening, you notice Bucky seems a little more… clingy? Than usual. You’re hesitant to use that word because you enjoy his company, but you can’t help but notice that Bucky seems to be keeping an eye on you a lot more than he normally does.

With Loki being away on Asgard, you head up to the roof to water all the plants by yourself. You’re surprised when Bucky joins you after just a minute, asking if he can help.

“Doll, are you alright? Is it because of the mission you guys are going on tomorrow?”

You want to tell him, but you know that you can’t. “Sort of. I’m not sure how long we’ll be gone and Loki’s not here either so I’m just worried about having to ask someone to take care of all our plants while we’re both gone.”

“I have a pretty good memory now,” Bucky smiles, “show me what to do”.

You spend nearly an hour wandering around the garden, pointing out various plants and flowers, telling him which ones need daily watering, and which ones can go 2-3 days. Bucky even pulls out his phone, taking videos of you as you explain.

That night, Nat and Yelena end up sleeping on your floor. To take your minds off of the worry that’s still lingering in the air, you all fall asleep in the living room watching funny movies.

Around 1am, you’re woken up to the sound of a few soft beeps, then F.R.I.D.A.Y. speaking up.

There appears to be distress coming from Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes’ floor.

“Tell Steve I’m on my way,” you say, slipping off the couch and heading straight for the elevators.

“You need me to come get you when I wake up?” You turn back around to see Nat sitting up, rubbing her eyes.

“I’ll set an alarm and come back earlier before we have to go,” you thank her for the offer, and then head to Steve and Bucky’s floor.

Steve greets you when you get off of the elevator, saying that Bucky woke himself up from his nightmare but his door is still locked, and he won’t let Steve in.

“I’ll make sure he’s okay, and I’ll come get you if I need help,” you reassure Steve, who hugs you and thanks you for being there for Bucky again.

Gently knocking on the door, you know that Bucky heard you because the room becomes silent. “Buck, can you let me in please? We don’t even have to talk about it if you don’t want to. We can just go right to sleep, I promise.”

After a minute, you’re sure he won’t let you in. As you turn to go tell Steve, you hear the click of the door unlocking. When you step into his room, Bucky pulls you into his arms, holding you tight.

You grab his hand and lead him to bed. When he finally gets under the covers, you walk around to the other side and climb in.

When he pulls you close, with your head now on his chest, you begin to slowly trace shapes on his arm. Just a few minutes later, his breathing returns to normal.

“I’m sorry doll. I just… you were there this time.”

“I was…?”

“M-my nightmare. They had you and it… it felt real.”

“Who had me?”

He’s quiet for a moment, holding you even tighter when he finally answers. “Hydra.”

You continue laying in Bucky’s arms, whispering soft reassurance that you’re with him and that you’re okay. It takes a while, but eventually he manages to fall back asleep. As you lay there, you still can’t shake the bad feeling that seems to be getting worse.

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: ??? // 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄: ??? // 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄: ???

As you move in and out of consciousness, the only thing on your mind is that you just have to hold on long enough for the team to find you.

At least Nat and Yelena got out safe, you think to yourself.

But then your thoughts turn to Bucky. You’ve been here, what, a month? Maybe more? And you’re beginning to lose hope. Actually, you don’t know if it’s been a month. Time really isn’t a thing for you here.

If you don’t make it, you’ll never get to tell Bucky how you feel. You won’t get to tell him what you came to realize the morning you left, and again on the ride over when Nat just straight up asked if you and Bucky had confessed your feelings to each other yet.

Forcing you from your thoughts, the metal door opens, slamming against the wall and causing you to jump. You try to maintain composure, not wanting to give the men the satisfaction of seeing you so afraid.

One of them bends down so that they’re eye level with you, but the cuffs around your ankles and the ropes around your hands keep you seated and tied to the chair. He looks at you for a moment, and when he speaks, it sends chills down your spine.

“Привет, солдат.” ((( hello, soldier. )))

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 2 years

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Ranch Hand: Chapter 14

Farmer!Veteran!Bucky Barnes X Teen!Reader (Small town and Farmer AU)

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Series summary: You ran away from your nightmare of a family, you found a small town, population 200. In this town you meet a retired army veteran turned farmer who hires you as farm hand. Only mystery will you two be able overcome your pasts together.

Chapter Summary: It's the day of the home evaluation.

Series Warnings: Mentions nightmares, Child abuse, mental abuse, physical abuse, war, swearing, mentions death by cancer, mentions of alcohol and illegal substance abuse. please tell me if you see anymore!!! But do so politely please.

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Divider: @skylightlantern

Bucky pulls up on the gator to the front of the house. He sees a woman waiting on his porch looking a little annoyed. He gets out of the gator opening the back of it to let the dogs out. They run to the porch to their water bowls as he follows.

"Hello ma'am, is there something I could help you with?" Bucky asks.

"I'm Ms. Grant from social services, im here to check over your house! Where have you been?"

"I've been working on the farm. I can give a tour of it after I show you the house." Bucky smiles he opens the door of the house welcoming her inside.

"Okay give me a minute to look around." Ms. Grant says, "which room will Ms. L/n be in?"

"Last door on the left. Mine is right across the hall." Bucky explains. "I'll make some coffee while you look around."

"That would be great thank you." She smiles before she goes into the living room.

"Oh and on the desk in there I have a binder of all the papers that I was told I needed." He peaks in the. She looks at the binder and nods. He goes back to the kitchen beginning to make a pot of coffee. He grabs his phone looking at the time. It's almost noon. He knows you started school last week and are having a terrible time. He wants to let you know but he doesn't want to bother you during school. He texts you telling you to call him after school. He nervously sits at the table waiting for the woman to come back.

It's takes her a few minutes before she comes in checking the kitchen over. Bucky tries to control his knee from bouncing but he can't. This was the only thing stopping him from gaining custody of you.

"I think it's time for the tour of the property."

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You had gotten the text during lunch. You've nervously been waiting. You got on the bus and texted him. You tell him you'll be able to call in a few minutes. You haven't really talked to anyone at your new school. You doubted you'd be here for long so you were just waiting and counting down the days until you could be in marvelfalls again.

"Hey weirdo." You don't look up choosing to just stare at you phone instead. "Oh don't ignore me." Someone pushes you head but you ignore them and look out the window.

"Come on L/n we just want to talk." A new voice says.

"Leave me alone Colton." You say as the bus stops. You stand grabbing you bag and hurry off of it. You look around noticing you have zero clue where you are. You are lost now. You sigh pulling out your phone and calling bucky. Not to help you get home since obviously he doesn't know where to go. You just wanted to know what he wanted to tell you.

"Hey doll! How was school?"

"Fine I guess." You begin walking down the road. You put him on speaker and pull up a map on your phone.

"Well the house just evaluated and I should find out if I'm getting my foster license by Friday!"

"Really? So if you get your license how long till I get to go back to the farm?"

"Probably by next Monday."

"That's amazing! I hate this school. I miss the dogs.."

"Only the dogs?" He asks.

"I guess I miss the horses too." You tease.

"Wow rude." He laughs.

"Okay I have to go... Bye Buck."

"Bye doll."

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thewintersoldier111 · 2 months

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I can't. I love making memes of these two 😭

#bucky barnes #mcu #mcu bucky barnes #winter soldier #sebastian stan #steve rogers #stucky #stucky fanfiction #meme #funny #funny post #marvel fanart

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honestlydarkprincess · 11 months

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i lead a simple life. i see a traumatized fictional man and i want to call him babygirl

#keep him in my pocket #jess rambles #textpost #jamie tartt #bucky barnes #eddie diaz #evan buckley #eddie munson #kaz brekker #will graham #the list could go on #fandom #funny

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faithfulomens · 2 months

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I think about this daily 😂

#marvel #tumblr memes #memes #funny memes #meme #fyppage #tumblr fyp #fypツ #fypシ゚viral #fypシ #fypage #fyp #bucky barnes

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biboomerangboi · 4 days

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Stucky fic writers were truly on something else because earlier this week I remembered the line “they can bury us in one coffin to save on lumber” and thought it was a lyric from like a fucking hoizer song or something along those lines only to go get a drink at 2am in my kitchen and be hit over the head with the reminder it’s actually from a Stucky Fic I read in 2017.

#best part it’s a really funny fic they just have PTSD #stucky #steve rogers #captain america #winter soldier #bucky barnes #Steve Rodger’s x Bucky Barnes #stucky fic #anyway it was ain’t not grave (can hold me down) by spitandvinger #link in the comments #zee rambles #zees 2am text posts

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tomcruisingthroughlife · 1 month

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Avengers changing their heights

A saga

#funny #funny content #memes #comedy #meme #lol #lol memes #funny memes #rofl #tumblr #the avengers #avengers #tony stark #rdj #chris hemsworth #chris evans #steve rogers #thor #bucky barnes

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dc-marvel-crossovers · 4 months

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DC/Marvel parallels + Ao3 tags, pt. 2:

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ragingemini · 28 days

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Bucky: Will Steve and I be gay lovers in this undercover mission?

Fury: No, as I said this is not neccessary.

Bucky:

#marvel #mcu #avengers #captain america #steve rogers #stucky #funny #meme #bucky #winter soldier #barnes #nick fury #incorrect stucky #incoorect quotes #incorrect quote

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lovelybarnes · 2 years

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sad- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, sam wilson, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, tony stark, wanda maximoff, kate bishop, scott lang warnings: flustered!bucky, maybe a little ooc but i had so much fun with this about: bucky with a crush a/n: so i have a request asking for bucky who wasn’t a ladies man in the 40s and gets really flustered, and i wrote this wayyy before but it kind of fits?? posting this for now but i did get another idea for this bucky, so. expect it. anyways got this prompt and so happy with it ha

“this is getting sad,” sam mumbles to steve, craning his neck to side-eye the avengers at the table. natasha is next to sam, not even needing to turn to know what sam was talking about, just nodding resignedly.

“it was sad a month ago,” she argues quietly, flipping through a magazine. “it was also sad a week ago when bucky fell down the stairs because she smiled at him. this is not new.”

steve snorts without meaning to, pathetically covering it up with a laugh when you look up from your game to squint at him. “i hope captain america isn’t talking shit. ‘would look very bad for america.”

steve clears his throat.

“but accurate,” you continue with a small shake of your head, organizing the cards you have in your hands while wanda seeps in her turn. meanwhile, scott, tony, and kate stare at her with wide eyes, eyes flickering from her hands to the pile on the table. you’re distracted by the group on the couch, and bucky is distracted by the cute way your eyebrows furrow, your lips forming an unintentional pout.

“you know what else is sad?” natasha starts. “a group of grown people so fuckin’ into a card game. stop staring holes into wanda’s head.”

you hum, not quite believing natasha’s distraction. “what do you think they’re talking about?” you ask bucky, meeting the eyes that were busy scanning you. the surprised blue makes a deep warmth start bubbling in your stomach, static all the way until it reaches your cheeks.

“uh—yeah,” bucky replies dumbly, forcing his eyes off of you to look down at the floor, coughing lightly, a hand scratching at the nape of his neck. “um, what?”

“nat, sam, and steve. they’ve been whispering the entire time we’ve been playing. but they got louder when you came. i think it’s us.”

“us? us what?” bucky gulps, feeling embarrassed that you’ve reduced him to a bumbling idiot that chokes on air at the word us referring to bucky and you slipping from your lips.

“i think they’re talking about us. what do you think is so interesting?” you wonder, cocking your head slightly and capturing bucky’s eyes again.

“i don’t—i don’t know,” bucky responds, observing the color of your irises in the light. wanda finally decides on a card, and scott and tony groan while kate yelps in excitement when they see it.

“i heard them say you fell down the stairs. is that true? are you okay?” you’re looking at him again, genuine concern for him in your eyes that makes him feel like he’s going to fall off his chair. isn’t he supposed to be a spy?

bucky chuckles awkwardly. “yeah… last week, j’st missed a step, i’m fine.”

you laugh. “you missed a step? you don’t even miss steps in dancing. i’d know, i was the one stepping on your toes the entire night of the gala.” tony is muttering to himself about the game, collecting cards over and over again because kate cheated and arranged the cards expertly. tony is groaning continually, whining about his growing situation.

steve snaps suddenly, pausing when he realizes what he did and shrinking back into the couch. “that’s sad, too,” he whispers to sam and natasha, wanting to be included. “he wouldn’t stop dancing with her the whole night even if she stepped on his feet half the night. y’know he hadn’t danced since the forties?”

“that’s sweet,” natasha rebuts, followed by sam nodding.

sighing, steve crosses his arms. “fine, when he walked into a wall yesterday because she was laughing.”

sam nods, pointing at steve. “yes. that’s sad.”

“there is something wrong with this pile,” tony insists, exclaiming when he finally gets a card he can use. “got it! suck it, idiots, i’m winning this thing.”

“you have like eight-hundred cards,” kate points out while scott collects cards.

“i’m sorry, did i ask?” tony replies, and kate reels back in offended surprise, scoffing.

“i’m gonna ask you somethi-”

“we need to mix up this pile. i’m not getting anything,” scott whines.

sam snickers. “i saw him following her around like a lost puppy the other day. funniest thing i’ve ever seen, bucky trailing after her.”

bucky is still watching you, not paying attention even when scott slams a card on the pile. “your turn, kate.”

“thank you, scott.”

“i hate these people,” tony sighs.

kate begins to overanalyze her cards, individually scanning each card and taking as long as possible to spite tony and scott.

thinning your eyes at the group of people on the couch, you watch their conversation for a few seconds more, catching the movements of their lips as they mouth your name. sighing softly, you decide to give up on them, moving your attention back to the man already looking back at you, chin on his palm and glossy reflections of hearts in his irises.

a soft smile lightens your face, the rise of your cheeks urging bucky to wear a goofy smile that sam laughs at.

“how far are you on your list, buck?” you wonder.

“which one?” bucky replies distractedly, vaguely remembering the list you’re referring to.

“you have more than one?” you query, surprised, then you grin, cocking your head at him. “that’s so smart. is it, like, one for shows, and another for movies, and another for music, another for recipes, blah, blah, blah?” you look so excited as you ask, getting riled up at his false organization and it is simply too cute for bucky to break, so he nods along to your words inattentively.

“uh huh. all of that,” he affirms, even though he has one lousy list in scrawled handwriting listing random things tucked inside his battered journal. he supposes he’ll just go onto google later to search up popular media and choose things that seem believable he heard so he can make the lists he just told you he had. smooth, isn’t he?

you exhale. “you’re so clever. how far are you on the movie or show one? actually, tell me about all of them.”

bucky blinks. “not… not very far. ‘still have lots of… movies and shows to get through.”

nodding, you think, eyes brightening when you get an idea. your shoulders rise and bucky mimics your movements without realizing.

“let’s have a night to ourselves today, then. i’ll help you get through your list—lists! we’ll do as much as we can, and if we don’t finish, we’ll just take another night! what do you think?”

bucky thinks he needs to google now and write as much crap in his lists as he can.

“finally! your turn, edward cullen,” tony urges, attention going from sending kate annoyed looks to impatiently waiting on bucky.

bucky is caught up in the near future where you’ll be cuddled up beside him underneath warm covers, watching movies of all genres as you inch closer, eating cookies you baked together, your fingers threaded through his hair as he tries not to fall asleep on your lap.

“hm?” bucky says disorientedly, not even turning to tony, his eyes glued on you until he catches himself and blinks fast. “uh, go fish,” he manages.

you furrow your brows, peering down at the deck in your hands, neatly organized into groups of colors and then into numerical order, your plus four and plus twos at the beginning. you raise an eyebrow and cock your head at bucky. “we’re playing uno.”

“sad,” sam whispers to the group by the couch.

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