imagine dark!bucky using his heightened sense of smell against you.
when he catches you staring at steve and smells your slick running down your thighs, he shames you until you're a little ball of submission, “you're a fucking whore, wanting someone else to fuck you after I had my way with you. are you that desperate to be filled up? want all your holes stuffed with cum, don't ya? am I not enough? no, you're just a greedy lil bitch.”
Exhaustion was seeping from every pore on your body as you drug your feet through the quiet and pristine lobby, a series of black zipped and enclosed bags held in your left hand and some pink and white bags in the other. Balanced in your right hand along with the pink and white bags was your cellphone which had been buzzing from the moment you stepped out of the car and into Stark Tower.
The itching under your skin to check on the phone call was only outdone and outweighed by Natasha Romanoff’s quick strides as she moved throughout the lobby toward the elevator. You struggled to keep up with her while lugging your haul and the dresses in the closed bags that she made you buy with the bonus she gave you.
You took as large of strides as you could, and when you stepped into the elevator you huffed and leaned against the cool metal wall, hooking the hangers built into the closed dress bags on the metal railing. Without the bags in your hand, you were able to grip your phone with both hands and finally answer the buzzing that had caused the itching anxiousness.
As you leaned against the cool metal wall of the elevator and answered emails and arranged the next week’s schedule, a rough outline anyway. You were quickly made aware of the elevator doors opening, by the sound of the doors parting like the Red Sea. The approach of two more people onto the elevator had not been enough to pull your attention away from your phone and your task of fixing and skeleton scheduling Natasha’s ‘life’ but the greeting she had tossed out was enough to steal your attention and cast it on the two men who were as wide as they were tall and built like solid mountains.
“Hello boys,” the message of Natasha’s greeting was friendly and neutral yet there was something about the tone of voice that made it seem like a jest at their behalf, “are you excited for Stark’s charity auction? A few days away. Do you have your eyes on anyone?”
You busied yourself with your phone, tapping away at whatever mindless game you could find, trying to make yourself appear ignorant to the conversation they were having. Despite your ears burning and their blue and blue-green eyes, respectively, on you, you kept your head down and your feigned naivety about what they were speaking about.
“You’re not in the auction this year?” The rumble of their voice, Steve’s you figured, had stirred the conversation and kept it alive, while you were trying not to be seen.
You found yourself shifting your weight from foot to foot with anxiousness. It was a tick of sorts, being so self-conscious when you were around people like Natasha and Steve and Bucky. When you were around beautiful and fit people that were ethereal in their nature and the picture-perfect vision of health and fitness and you…weren’t.
Given the mean-spirited nickname of ‘thunder thighs’ in your youth had stuck with you, mentally at least. You always felt as if you were hyper-aware of your soft stomach snd your heavy breasts that went along with your plus-sized figure. Your ass was neither tight nor small, and that made it difficult to feel confident in yourself, let alone your physicality’s when you had to meet with others under the guise of being Natasha Romanoff’s PA.
“Not me,” Natasha smirked, “but Y/N is.”
Though it didn’t necessarily show, you felt your cheeks burning from the near-constant and penetrating gaze that was cast on you. Your cheeks burned beneath your skin while the familiar souring of your stomach settled in as you prepared yourself mentally and emotionally for some sharp and snide comments about what a waste that would be.
You were preparing yourself for the jabs and the jests made at your expense. The little jokes and statements made that would bring laughter to space while you wallowed in your inability to ‘take a joke’ or the blatant offence you felt.
“Not entirely willingly…” You mumbled the lie, hoping that it would make you feel better about whatever they would say next.
“Is that what the bags are for?” Bucky asked, his blue-eyed gaze landing on the bags hanging on the metal pole attached to the wall of the elevator.
You turned your attention back to your phone, waiting for that eventual shoe to drop. You didn’t want them to see your weakness, though you were sure enough that they could sense it. You were sure they could sense your knees knocking and your stomach churning with anticipation of the inevitable.
“A few options for Y/N, ” Natasha had also cast her gaze upon your, though it was short-lived, “and a few surprises.”
Surprises being killed heels that made your legs good great and a pair of jeans that somehow seemed to flatter your body as it was without some hideous flower pattern on the ass cheeks to accentuate or some hideous cut that drew attention to yourself while simultaneously making you look as if you were by a jean covered blob.
Because that’s a lot of what fashion for plus size women was, a covering or a pattern or fabric that was meant to simply be on your body instead of embracing it.
“A dress for the auction, ” Natasha added.
“Since Natasha’s not allowed to be a part of it, ” you licked your bottom lip and prayed that the elevator would hurry its incontinence self up, “I was voluntold.”
“It’s for a good cause.”
“That’s why I said ultimately said yes.”
“A woman like yourself up on that stage, ” Steve cracked a half-smile, “I’m sure you’ll get bid up real high.”
“Who wouldn’t want to spend a weekend with a dame like you?” Bucky added, pointedly looking you up and down.
The doors finally opened to your floor and you couldn’t have gotten out fast enough. You had all but ripped the dress bags from the railing and threw them over your shoulder, with the other bags beating against your leg as you power-stalked away from the doors and the three perfect people in the metal box.
You didn’t stop your power stalking until you were at your room door and had the door halfway open. You had unceremoniously thrown the bags away from you, not caring where they landed or how.
You kicked your shoes off next and with the same lack of haphazard care, you strode throughout your small apartment to your room, throwing the door open.
You threw yourself onto the bed and sighed, feeling a day’s worth of anxiety slowly seeping from your shoulders. Shopping with Natasha was pleasant enough if you ignored every single scrutinizing look. If you could ignore every comment under shop attendants breaths or the way their eyes followed you with thinly-veiled disgust at how a person like Natasha Romanoff could be seen with a person like you.
A person like you – a woman who was plus sized and not worth the attention of any man who had eyes.
A woman like you who was the brunt of every joke and who could only land a man if that man lost a bet.
The day of shopping produced high-end and beautiful clothes that made you feel like a million bucks, but all that confidence cracked when you saw the look in the shop attendant's eyes.
It was the silent judgement and looks of odium and the snide remarks about how one could let themselves feel good in that body.
And now, because you felt as though you were a pushover, you were going to be on stage in front of rich men and women who were among the most beautiful and elite.
“It won’t be bad, ” you sighed and rubbed your hands down your face, “it’ll be fine. It’ll be fun.”
You could choose to wallow in your displeasure, or you could choose to keep your head high.
“Fuck it,” you mumbled, “it’s for charity. Natasha promised it would be fine.”
You sat up quickly, enough to make yourself dizzy. You shift yourself to the end of the bed and pressed your palms flush against the bed. You placed your feet on the floor before standing and moving with purpose toward the dresses that you had haphazardly thrown.
“Im going to look good.” You snatched one of the bags from the floor and draped it on your couch. You reached out and pulled the zipper down, revealing the dress within that was a favourite of Nat’s.
“I may hate the whole evening but damn, ” you looked at the dress with fondness remembering how it looked on you, “I’ll look good.”
a whole lot of fluff, clueless bucky and some cuddling, bucky is a sucker for cuddling! this is the last part of the losing you series 🥺 i’ve loved writing this - thank you for the continuous amount of love and support on it.
just a short little piece to finish it off!
losing you masterlist! happy reading!
Waking up early is something bucky does everyday. He doesn’t set an alarm or leave the curtains open before he goes to bed, he just wakes up at 6 in the morning naturally. You absolutely loathe it. Not only does the warmth and your beefy boyfriend leave the bed, bucky barnes does not know how to be quiet. You have to give it to him, he’s been working on a lot of things. His emotions, communication etc. But understanding that you don’t want to wake up at 6am isn’t one of the things he just can’t get over. Every night before bed for the last two weeks he’s asked you to wake up early with him for a coffee and a run, every night you say no. You need your beauty sleep, and you’re working from home at the moment so you’re taking every chance of lie in you can.
“Baby, please” Bucky pleaded, kissing behind your ear as you lay in bed. You were reading a report you wrote up today, and bucky just got back from a mission. You would’ve thought he’d be exhausted after fighting all of those bad guys, but if anything - bucky has more energy. You were kind of hoping he would drop the 6 am thing and just sleep in with you. But no, he’s just as adamant as two weeks ago. Maybe if you weren’t absolutely exhausted from the last couple of months at work you would do this coffee and run with him, you love spending time with bucky.
After the fight, bucky has been better. He hasn’t changed, he’s still the same stubborn and blunt man you met a year ago. But he’s learning every day, going to his therapy sessions, hanging out with friends. Bucky is doing a lot better. He tells you when you’ve hurt his feelings and encourages you to do the same, you communicate and talk through your problems no matter how loud it gets.
Bucky is dropping you to the bar, massaging you whenever you want, getting you cakes and buying you dinner.
And even the simple things where he kisses your temple, or tucks you into his side. Bucky barnes is everything you could ever want and more.
“Why do you want to go out at 6 am?” You giggled turning over to face him, bucky was now on his side his head leaning on his hand, so he was looking down at you. You wanted to know why he was adamant on getting you out at an ungodly hour.
“Just want to spend time with my girl, is that too much to ask for?” He said and you smiled softly, pecking his lips. Your hand goes to his shoulder as you shake your head.
“No it’s not” You said and then nodded to yourself. “Ok, we’ll go for a coffee and a run tomorrow morning” You said, giving in to his pleads. Buckys eyes widened and he immediately buried his head into your neck, his arm going across you waist. You laughed loudly as he kissed down your neck.
“Need to get some sleep then, you’re not going to like me at 6 am”
Bucky tutted at you placing the report that was resting on your stomach on your bedside table. “I like you all the time, no matter how early it is” He said and you smiled placing your lips on his.
“Even when i’m grumpy?” You asked in between kisses.
“Even when you’re grumpy”
With that, you both got out of the bed to do your night time routine. You had been staying over at buckys place for the last couple of days and before that bucky was staying at yours. You like to be around each other, you’re not dependent on each other but you do like to be together. Bucky is so comforted by your energy, always ready to listen, help and offer the best advice you possibly can.
You get out your tooth brush as place it under the tap, and then put the toothpaste on it. Bucky is beside you doing the same to his, you hit your hip of his sending him a little smile to comfort him. You know how he gets before bed. Before this, sex with you was distracting him from all the nightmares and ugly things of the night. Now that you’re together and not doing anything to distract himself from his own harming thoughts, he gets nervous.
Nervous that he might hurt you or injure himself. You know he would never intentionally hurt you, no matter how mean bucky can get he’d never lay a hand on. You’re very sure of that.
You spit the toothpaste out, running your tooth brush under the water.
“You doing ok?” You asked and bucky nodded, cleaning his own tooth brush. You raised an eyebrow leaning against the sink. “I’m just, a little anxious. Nothing new, baby” He said putting his tooth brush away. You pouted and brought him into a hug.
“How about some face masks?” You asked with a grin, before bucky could even blink you had two face masks in your hand and was pulling him over the toilet. You practically pushed you boyfriend onto the toilet seat, he wasn’t wearing a shirt (requested by you) so it made it easier to do the face mask.
You put yours on quickly, and then rushed back to a bored looking bucky.
“You’ll love it” You reassured opening up the packet. Bucky sighed “The things i do for you” He mumbled closing his eyes and placing his hands on either side of you waist.
You place the face mask on your boyfriends face, carefully spreading it over his cheeks and forehead. He had perfect skin, you would be forever jealous of it.
“Feels nice, doesn’t it?”
He nodded leaning into your hand a little bit, you could see he was a little sleepy. “Can we watch an episode of new girl before bed?” You asked and of course bucky nodded. He secretly really liked the show, but he would never tell you that. You already knew, that’s why you asked.
“We’ll wash these off after this episode and then head to bed. Sound good, buck?” You asked and bucky nodded placing a hand on your shoulder guiding you back into the bedroom and grabbing the remote off your dresser. He was really quiet, which was something you’d have to get used to. It was just before bed when he got super quiet and you had to do all the talking. You didn’t mind one bit, bucky is a very good listener. He could listen to you talk for hours on end.
During the episode, bucky lay his head in your lap. You massaged his scalp, sometimes bucky reminds you of a little golden retriever.
“This part is funny” You said and bucky nodded agreeing rubbing at his eyes. You could tell he was tired.
“Why don’t we go wash these off and finish the episode after we get back from our run?”
Bucky sighed and stretched standing up, and then holding out his hands to help you up. You walked in front of him, bucky slapped your ass. He just couldn’t help it, your ass looks amazing in those shorts. You giggled and hit his shoulder.
You washed both of your faces and squished buckys cheeks together, he had a nice glow about him recently.
Bucky would definitely say it’s because of you.
You would say it’s because bucky is actually taking his mental health seriously.
“I love you” Bucky said and you stopped drying his face. You’ve said it before, but bucky had never really understood it until now. You doing all of this for him made him feel so happy, so warm and loved inside. The fact that you would stop watching your favourite show for him, give up your time and good face masks for him and constantly reassure and care for him.
Bucky barnes loves you so fucking much and he just can’t comprehend it, but he’s working on it.
“I love that you’re willing to wake up early for me, and to sit up and cuddle me when you’re obviously tired. I love that you’re always around, ready with advice, i love that you give the best hugs and know the right thing to say all the time” He said you blushed placing a hand on his cheek.
“I love you, Y/N. And i hate that i treated you so badly. I love you, and i’ll never love anyone the way i love you” He said and you bit your lip to try and stop the tears.
“I love you more, james”
And with that you both settled down and went to bed, you turned the tv off and looked over at bucky. “Shirt off or on?” You teased and bucky smirked.
“Hey, doll.” Bucky entered your room, after knocking to check if you were decent. He’d done this routine every Saturday, waking you up early to ask if you wanted to train. Everyone had a partner to train with, and considering the pair of you were handy with knives, you were training buddies. Some Saturday’s you’d say yes, throwing a few knives with him, but most Saturday’s resulted in a sad Bucky leaving your room.
“I probably know the answer,” Bucky mentioned, folding his arms and leaning on the wooden door frame, “but do you wanna train?” You sat up from the bed you’d not left since 6pm yesterday. Steve would often come up with food, practically forcing you to eat.
Shaking your head, you smiled disappointingly at him before tucking yourself back in. He couldn’t be mad at you wanting to close yourself off, he would do it if he’d been through what you have. He’d been in a similar situation, but not quite. He just wished he could talk to you, get you out of bed for a few hours, at least.
“Nothing?” Steve questioned his friend, Bucky shaking his head in defeat. Sitting beside him on the couch, Bucky sighed heavily. Steve placed a reassuring hand on Bucky’s shoulder, feeling quite empathetic for him.
Steve was aware of Bucky’s years-long crush on you. Since you’d joined 3 years ago, he’d had heart eyes for you. But you were unavailable. You’d joined as a duo — with your boyfriend. The pair of you were the saviours of your hometown of Ohio, and the Avengers had scouted you to join them. The both of you were well-trained in combat, having met at a boxing gym. You were more knife savvy and stealthy, whereas, your boyfriend couldn’t miss a shot. So you were able to be both long range and short range.
Bucky’s growing crush had increased more as the months passed, seeing you being flirty, no matter who surrounded you or what you were doing. It sickened him. You were so sweet, truly carrying for Bucky, and he couldn’t have you. He tried giving up on his unrequited love, but he just couldn’t. You were too kind to him, it made him fall over and over again. Steve had helped him to at least cope with his feelings, and be able to work around you. You’d formed a pretty good friendship through training and in battle.
You remembered it like it was just a moment ago. One minute you were holding off a small group of soldiers, swiftly slicing them with your knife, your boyfriend trailing closely behind you with an P90. Next minute, he was a bloody mess in your arms, an inch within his death. You didn’t let him go for 24 minutes, Bucky finally prying you off of him. You’d lost everyone in your life — and now him. Love didn’t seem possible at this point, so you’d focused on your career, keeping your lover in your heart.
Bucky knew you’d become completely off limits the second you introduced your boyfriend to him, but even more so now, now that you were mourning your love. He chose to be there for you more than he was before, providing distractions for you, inviting you to training sessions, taking you out for lunch. And it worked, sometimes, but other days weren’t so great. You’d become bed bound from this heartache, and even after a year without him, it still hurt now and then. There would be nights when Bucky would hear your cries of pain, and come to comfort you, eventually the both of you would fall asleep together. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about Bucky romantically this past year, but you threw it off as grief for your boyfriend. It would always lead to the inevitable question — were you ready for a relationship?
“I know it’s harsh to think about, but it’s been a year now,” Steve mentioned, “you need to make some sort of move.” Bucky sighed heavily, for the millionth time today. He knew Steve was right, but how? How could he make a move on a girl still grieving her boyfriend?
It was as if Steve read his mind, “ask her out to dinner, clearly training isn’t working.” It was a good idea, and a good suggestion, too. He’d taken a walk back to your room, preparing the cocky side of himself to appear. You were still tucked into bed, this time with your phone in your hands. You weren’t always this down, it was just one of your bad days.
“Seeing as you won’t train with me,” he began, sitting on the side of your bed, “will you come to dinner?” You rolled over to face him, your head on your hand and your messy hair covering your face. He caught sight of your weak smile, and a nod following shortly after.
The shower felt good, running your finger through your, now smooth, hair felt better. You’d found a casual yet nice outfit to wear, meeting Bucky in the lobby of the compound. Being out of the comfort of your own bed felt weird, you felt cold and out of place. Guilt and grief were weighing down on you, already exhausted from just showering.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, doll.” Bucky called out as he approached you, jacket in hand and RayBans perched upon his nose. He gave you a small squeeze, leading you to his car. You sat in the passenger seat, taking in the fresh smell. For an old man, he sure had a modern taste in cars.
He’d driven to a diner, one you’d been to many times with him. And you liked that he kept going here, you were obsessed with their onion rings. Bucky’s hand held yours the entire night, making sure you were safe and okay. It felt... nice. But you got the occasional feeling that you were cheating. That your boyfriend would be watching over you in tears that you’d moved on from him.
You pushed any negative thought you had to the back of your mind, and decided to enjoy the evening. You’d eaten more tonight than you’d eaten the past few days. Bucky always knew how to make you laughed, and make you feel comfortable. It definitely beat being alone in bed. However, when you’d gotten home, you began to freak out. You didn’t think you could move on from your boyfriend, you didn’t think you’d love the same way again after him. In a frenzy, you’d texted Bucky.
Tonight was nice, but I can’t do this.
He was expecting it, to be frank. He knew you’d panic over just being in a date setting. And as much as his heart was broken, he respected you more than anything. The next few nights were filled with awkward interactions for the both of you, Steve asking you both about the date. To which you’d both responded, “yeah, great.”
Tonight, you’d found yourself in bed, per usual, needing to feel someone’s touch. Just a hug, or something. Wrapping your arms around yourself wasn’t doing it. It was 3.39am, would Bucky be awake? The answer was yes. He was throwing punches at a punching bag in one of the training rooms. Nights were he couldn’t sleep, this is where you’d find him.
Hey, could you come up here?
That was the scariest thing you’d done, and you fought bad guys for a living. Nonetheless, Bucky trailed upstairs with his phone in his hand and met you in your room. Just for you to say, “I needed a hug.”
He’d fallen into your arms with ease, who in their right mind would turn this down? He held you, feeling you shift until your were comfortable. His arms felt tighter than your boyfriend’s, you felt safer. It was harsh to admit, but it’s true. In a moment of pure peace, you couldn’t get your mouth or brain to shut up.
“I’m sorry for that text the other day,” you whispered, your lips a centimetre from his neck, “I didn’t think I should be moving this fast, I was scared to think I had feelings for you. But I do. I’m just terrified to get into another relationship.” You were painfully honest, and he loved it.
“I’ve got you. I’m never going to ask you to forget him, or get over him, but I want you to give this a try. I promise you, till the day I die, I will love you endlessly. If you let me.” He spoke his mind, holding you closer as he said so. A tear fell, not thinking you’d hear those words ever again.
“It’ll be hard to let someone else in.” You confessed, looking up at him. His thumb swiped over your tear, ridding it from your face.
“I’ll wait for you, I swear.” He repeated. You knew he meant it. Bucky was always truthful with you, he respected you. It would be a shame to let him down. So you’d didn’t. As promised, you took it slowly.
There would still be nights where he held you, hoping to let you cry out your pain on his shoulder. You still had days where you were stuck in bed, but it was nothing a little breakfast and kisses couldn’t fix.
we all know bucky would for sure be kinda scared- but as soon as you look up at him with those god forsaken doe eyes, he loses all control
he starts off slow, easing you into it. youre already choking when he pushes all the way in, his length easing its way into your throat. by the time hes actually fucking your face- youre already crying, tears streaming down your face as he grips your hair.
“god, taken my cock so fuckin’ good, doll”
“you know just how to take me, fuckin’ trained for my dick, huh? trained you so well”
he's a moaning mess when he looks down, tears rolling down your face and your gagging on him. all he does is smirk, continuing his assaults on your throat.
your moaning too, trying to create any sort of friction between your thighs as you relinquish all control over to him.
you bring him closer and closer to his release with every soft moan, vibrating his cock. his thrusts become rigid and sluggish as he finally releases, his length halfway down your throat.
some of his cum seeps out the sides of your mouth as he finally pulls out. you lick your lips, still on your knees, looking up at him with tear stained cheeks and he cant help but think of you as a master piece
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↳ Bucky Barnes x European!Reader / undercover as married
Chill and creepy beats for international espionage, lonely nights, pining, jealousy, and forced elopement. 10 songs for Bucky, 10 for the reader, 5 for Hamelin.
⸻ [MASTERLIST] [AO3]
Summary: You’d finally decided to practice again, but need a lot of support from Bucky, who’s more than welcome to give it to you.
Warnings: I AM SO SORRY IF THIS ISN’T WHAT YOU EXPECTED, I AM WRITING THIS BETWEEN COD GAMES 🥲
It had been a few days since you’d used your powers in front of Bucky and Sam, Bucky beaming with pride. The offer of speaking with Wanda, someone who shared your struggles completely, still loomed in your head. You’d agreed, who wouldn’t? You were meeting someone you’ve looked up to since you realised your abilities, and you were nervous to say the least.
And today was the day. Bucky had gotten in touch with her, through other Avenger associates, and she’d accepted the offer quite quickly. You and Bucky spent the morning making sure your home was in tip-top shape. You worked on mopping, folding laundry, keeping Dolly off of the furniture. Whilst Bucky spent time in the barn, sweeping spilled hay, feeding the horses, and watching as they chased each other in the field.
It had gotten to late afternoon, and Bucky watched a burgundy car pull up to the entrance of the long driveway. It must be Wanda, he was sure of it. His feet jogged rather quickly up to the house, seeing you feeding Dolly.
“She’s here, doll.” He mentioned, following you to the door of your house and taking down the concealer. He was forever in awe of your gifts. Wanda stepped out of her car, a bright smile on her face as she stared at the witch before her. She was relieved there was another, just like her.
“Y/N,” you introduced yourself, holding a hand out, “nice to meet you.” Wanda brought you into a hug instead, sighing deeply at the connection. It felt like you’d known each other for years. You looked at Bucky, who shoved his thumb up, and smiled confidently.
“I’ll leave you two to it,” Bucky commented awkwardly, pointing to the barn, “I’ll be with the horses.” As he disappeared, the both of you giggled and entered your home.
“You have such a lovely home,” Wanda complimented, sitting on your couch and looking around, “it must be wonderful to have a large flower garden.” You chuckled, sitting beside her with Dolly at your feet. “And this little puppy, she is just adorable.”
You didn’t know exactly how Wanda would help you, but you trusted her, and trusted she’d do a good job. As she continued to pet Dolly, you felt your nerves increase. What if you hurt her? What if you hurt somebody?
“First of all,” Wanda mentioned, “you need to be calm. All of this will be for nothing if you’re panicking.” You forgot she could read minds, something you had yet to figure out. All in due time. She turned to face you, no longer giving her attention to Dolly. She grabbed your hands lightly, as so not to hurt you.
“What do you know you’re capable of?” Wanda prodded, focusing on you entirely. “What are you in control of now?” You thought about it. Pretty much nothing, you thought. You barely knew what you were capable of. All you knew was that you could contain a bomb, killing a bunch of civilians in the process, and also throwing people into a wall.
“That’s what I’m here for, love.” Wanda encouraged. Her voice was dangerously soothing, it was impossible to be nervous around her. You had confidence in Wanda’s teaching. “How did you get your powers? How did you discover them?”
If you were honest, you could barely remember. “I was taken from my home at 14, along with my younger sister,” you began, recalling what little memories you had, “a bunch of guys experimented on girls, we were the only ones to survive. Once I’d found a safe enough place for us, I made sure she went somewhere safe. With a family.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, do you still talk to her?” She asked, grabbing one of your hands and holding it tightly. You nodded, looking down at your hands together. You wished you’d speak more to her, but you wanted her to get on with her own life. “She’s doing okay now, she’s in college, working hard.”
Hours had passed, Bucky had completely cleaned the barn. All the animals had their daily feed, the stray bits of hay were swept back into their separate areas. And he’d watched them run around the field for a while. Tired and needing both food and a nap, he’d entered the house. You were lifting random objects in the living room up, with your mind. Wanda was helping you immensely.
“Sweetheart, look at what I can do!” You called out like a child for their parent, excited at your new discoveries. You lifted the coffee table, placing it gently back down with the contortion of your fingers. Bucky stood impressed at the door to the living room, folding his arms and smirking.
“You’re definitely getting better, doll.” He mentioned, blowing you a quick kiss and heading upstairs for a shower. You’d done a few more exercises with Wanda, Bucky overseeing a few after his shower. Until Wanda had to leave. You were busy lifting random things up, too excited to notice Bucky walking Wanda out to her car.
“Thanks for the help,” Bucky commented, “she really needed it.” Wanda nodded, glad she could be of service. As she turned her car around, the window had rolled down to see Bucky’s face once more.
“Just be patient with her. Encourage her. She’s been through a lot, and time is the best way to help.” Bucky nodded at her wise words and let her drive off, turning back to his beautiful home and beautiful wife.
You were laying on the couch, lazily, smiling at Bucky as he entered in. He lifted your legs and sat under them, letting them fall into his lap. You were exhausted, to say the least, after your busy day. You’d learnt so many things and used so much energy to practice.
“Okay,” Bucky stated, “what takeaway am I thinking of for dinner tonight?” He was testing your skills, watching your brain turn.
“Chinese.” He smiled cheekily and nodded, grabbing his phone and the order menu that sat beside the couch. Bucky was proud of you, it had taken a lot of strength to get through today alone. And although he doesn’t know how you got your powers or what you went through to get them, you’d tell him eventually. He was more than ready to be patient with you. He’d learnt patience from you — when you said you weren’t yet ready to have kids, he was okay with that. He’d continue to wait for you, no matter how long it takes.
soulmate au where when you touch your soulmate you see glimpses of your future with them; the winter soldier touches you and realizes there’s so much more out there
series masterlist // previous // epilogue
word count: 6k (v worth it me thinks)
a/n: the final official part has arrived bffs </3 i will be doing an epilogue of just pure fluff do not fret <333 i hope u all enjoy this one !! made it xtra long for y’all <3 let me know what you guys think pls !! , i cried writing jt and the ending is my favorite thing ever eeek !!!
You were sitting on the couch next to Natasha, it was quiet as the news played on the tv in front of the two of you, news reporters talking about the aftermath of Thanos’ doing.
23 days since you had lost half the team, since you had lost half the universe. Since you had lost bucky.
Life was dull, you cried for hours on end at night, longing filling your chest. Sometimes you would dream of him, a smile on your face as you slept. Then you would wake up, reaching out next to you in hopes of your fingers being met with the cold vibranium of his arm. You were met with cold sheets, emptiness.
Steve missed him too, sometimes he would sit next to you when you were in tears, placing an arm around you and comforting you as best he could. Natasha and him took turns watching over you, making sure you stayed healthy.
The sound of low rumbling brought you out of the trance you were in, you furrowed your brows and looked at nat, she looked back at you equally as confused. As you went to get up things around you started shaking, steve came of the restroom concerned.
“what the hell is that?” You questioned, Rhodey and banner walking into the room together. The five of you ran out into the yard, looking up your eyes went wide. You recognized carol carrying the giant ship, you had met briefly when she came to earth after receiving Fury’s signal.
Your mouth flew open and tears filled your eyes as you saw tony, a smile on your face as Steve ran to tony, steadying him as the woman next to him handed him off.
The rest of you watched from afar as pepper ran up to tony, the two hugging. You felt your heart tug in your chest as the two soulmates embraced.
You were sat next to thor as while the others explained what happened, though you figured from the pain in their eyes they had suffered the consequences of thanos’ actions themselves.
“whats wrong with them?” Tony asked, looking at you and thor.
“oh he’s pissed, he thinks he failed, which he did-” the raccoon continued to talk but you zoned out.
“did barnes..?” Tony asked softly and steve nodded, his eyes softened, if he had the energy he would’ve gotten up and hugged you.
As they continued to talk you could see tony getting angrier at the captain, you hated it. You hated knowing that things would most likely never be the same between the two friends. You watched teary eyed as the two argued, the lump growing in your throat.
Thor placed his hand on you arm gently, reassuring you everything would be okay. You looked up and saw tony take out his arc reactor, shoving it into Steve’s hand.
“here, take this. You find him, and you put that on, you hide” tony spat, immediately falling to the ground. Steve was quick to catch him, holding him up.
Before you knew it he was passed out, steve carrying him quickly to a bed with steve and Rhodey hot on his heels.
You sat back down next to thor, he handed you some of whatever he was snacking on and you smiled at him softly. The two of you watching the rest of the team bicker and talk about where thanos was.
“-unfortunately they didn’t have you guys” carol replied to Rhodey, you looked at thor, nudging him and he nodded, getting up while he still chewed.
Thor walked up to carol, holding his hand out as Stormbreaker came to him, barely missing carol. The two stared at each other before thor nodded.
“I like this one” he turned to you and you gave him a tight lipped smile.
“Let’s go get this son of a bitch” steve spoke, a determined look on his face as everyone moved to get ready.
“y/n are you not coming?” Steve spoke and you hesisted, looking around before shaking your head.
“I’m gonna stay here with tony and pepper, in case they need something” you replied, fiddling with the dog tags you still wore around your neck.
Steve knew that wasn’t the reason, but he didn’t push you, simply nodding his head, giving you a hug and then walking away.
You sat back on the couch after letting pepper know you would be there if they needed anything. You let your mind wander back to the flash on you and bucky at a picnic, the sun seemed so bright and you caught yourself smiling as you thought of bucky. Your eyes were closed as you seemingly looped the flash of your futures in your head.
“isn’t the sunset so beautiful james” you sighed contently, a small smile on your face as you looked at the pinks and reds. You turned to look at bucky, but he was gone. “Bucky?” Your heart raced, tears in your eyes as you looked around.
“y/n?” You whipped around quickly, mouth falling open as you saw bucky fading into dust.
“no!” You cried out, running to catch him.
Your eyes shot open and your heart raced in your chest. That can’t be right, that can’t happen. Bucky was your soulmate. Those visions were set in stone they had to happen, those were the rules, they can’t just change all of a sudden. Right?
You peeked into the room, checking in on tony and pepper.
“can i get some water actually?” Pepper asked and you nodded, quickly coming back with water and some snacks for her. “Thanks” you whispered and you smiled at her.
“they’ll bring him back, i know they will” pepper reassured you. You gaveher the best smile you could manage and replied, “i know.”
You held out hope for the time the others were out. Shaking away the thought of the flashes of your future changing. It’s just because I’m on edge, that’s it. You reasoned, your leg bouncing as you waited for them to return.
Everyone walked in, you ran up to them hopeful for good news, you looked at steve with a smile, hugging him and holding your hand in his. He felt his heart crush in his chest, this was the happiest you’d been since the decimation and it was going to be torn from you immediately.
“so? did you get the stones? when are we getting everyone back? Does someone need to snap or clap or what? did you guys kill him?” You rushed out, eyes shining in hope as you looked at everyone. Your stomach fell as you saw the look on their faces.
“he destroyed them” Natasha spoke cautiously, “there’s no more stones, we- there’s nothing we can do.”
“oh,” was all you managed to say, your hand going limp in Steve’s, you felt a new wave of pain coming up and you didn’t want to have another meltdown infront of them.
“y/n, please we’re here for you” steve spoke, trying to grasp your hand again after you pulled it out of his.
“I’m fine” you smiled, walking away quickly to your room. Steve sighed, going to follow you but Natasha stopped him, knowing you would want some space.
You laid on your bed, at first nothing happened, you just looked up at your ceiling, an emptiness in your chest. Then it all hit you.
Bucky was gone, there was nothing that could bring him back. The one person you were destined to was gone and you couldn’t do a single thing about it. The little time you had together wasn’t nearly enough to you. The two day trips to wakanda left you wanting more, but you could never get more time. You were always out of time.
For years you had been praying to finally touch your soulmate, to meet them and live a long happy life together. You knew you would never get that the moment you reached out to bucky and saw your future with him. You knew the road would be bumpy but you held out hope, both of you did. You tried to keep him within your grasp, you tried to hold him close to your heart for as long as you could despite knowing you were out of time. You thought of how he would embrace you, how he would keep you safe in his arms while you slept.
Now you slept in an empty bed, knowing there wouldn’t be a next visit to wakanda. Knowing your soulmate was gone and you didn’t get to say goodbye. Knowing you were back to where you started- Alone.
It had been five years since the Decimation happened, everyone else called it the blip.
Gently, you set down the bag of groceries, finally closing your apartment door after your third trip up. You arranged everything quietly, 40s music softly playing from your speaker and the jingle of Buckys dog tags filling the apartment.
You never took them off. They were all you had of him, they were the only thing to keep you going. You would fiddle with them and hold them close to your chest. They brought you comfort. The same comfort bucky would give you, the comfort he had given you during your time in wakanda. The same you should’ve had right in this moment.
One more fight
The words rang in your ears, taunting you. Rage, sadness and pain all filled your chest, your heart aching as you finished putting everything away, shutting the music off and turning on the tv. You looked down at the dog tags that rested on your chest, tears welling in your eyes as you read over them.
The hot tears fell down your face and you held the dog tags tightly in your hands, mind going blank as you let yourself wallow in the pain for a moment.
Your phone rang and you wiped your tears away, sniffling as you saw Steve’s contact picture. You hesisted before answering.
“hi steve!” You spoke brightly, putting on your best act.
“hey y/n how are you?” Steve spoke smoothly and you wiped at your tears before replying.
“I’m doing good! Just got back from the grocery store” you wanted to hang up, to just watch reruns of your favorite show and forget about everything
“are you sure?” Steve spoke cautiously and you replied quicker than you intended, “course I’m sure!”
Then there was a knock on your door.
“great because I’m outside” steve replied happily, hanging up and waiting outside. Your stomach fell, you looked in the mirror, your eyes and nose were redándolo your cheeks flushed.
Quickly you ran to splash water on your face, taking in a shaky breath as you dried your face and moved to open the door, putting a smile on your face and greeting steve.
“if it isn’t my favorite captain” you smiled, steve looked at you warily, taking you into a hug after you let him in.
“you forget i have enhanced hearing y/n, i know you were sniffling right before opening the door” steve spoke bluntly and your shoulders fell. “y/n, you can’t keep shutting me out, Natasha is worried about you too” he spoke softly, taking your hand and leading you to your couch.
“i just miss him” you whispered and steve sighed, pulling you into him so your head rested on his chest, he wrapped his arms around you as you cried quietly.
“i know, i do too, we just have to learn to live without him, he would want you to start a life y/n, you don’t have to be alone” steve spoke. His presence was calming.
You and steve had been friends for so long, there was a reason he knew he could call you when SHIELD fell. You were the one to help him adjust to modern society, you were his first friend out of the ice.
“how about you go shower and change, and I’ll make some food for us okay? We can watch your show while we eat” steve smiled, he knew you hadn’t showered in three days from the way your hair was tangled and messily thrown into a ponytail.
“okay” you nodded, smiling softly as he helped you up, handing you some tissues before the two of you headed to do your own things.
You were grateful for steve, he had always been there to check up on you, constantly making sure you were okay. You had basically shut everyone else out, Natasha didn’t really reach out. You didn’t blame her.
You walked out of your room, the smell of pasta hitting your nose and your stomach growled, steve smiled as he set out the two plates.
“tried my best” he mumbled and you shook your head.
“thank you steve” you hugged him tightly and he returned it, letting go after a couple moments so the two of you could eat.
“i saw some whales the other day” you spoke up, “when i was coming up the bridge” steve smiled, glad to know you were leaving the apartment.
“fewer ships, cleaner water” he nodded, “might tell Nat, I’m sure she could use some good news” you nodded.
The two of you ate in silence, watching your favorite show as you did. Steve stayed for a bit longer before heading back to the compound. He hugged you tightly and you held onto him.
“promise you’ll reach out” steve pleaded and you nodded, “I’ll try” he smiled at your words, it was a start.
It hadn’t even been an hour when steve was calling you again, you rolled your eyes as you answered the phone.
“steve im not crying i swear” you joked, a small smile on your face.
“you have to get to the compound” he spoke in a serious tone and your stomach dropped, “scott Lang is here” you felt your heart race.
“wasn’t he- i thought he-” you cut yourself off, moving to get a jacket and your car keys, “I’m on my way.”
When you arrived you rushed towards the living room watching as Scott paced infront of steve and Natasha
As you set next to steve, scott began to ramble, talking about quantum physics and his time i. The quantum realm.
“wait, are you talking about a time machine?” You asked him, and he shook his head.
“no, of course not, it’s like a- yeah a time machine i know it’s crazy but there’s gotta be a way” scott mumbled.
“Scott, i get emails from a raccoon, nothing sounds crazy anymore” you smiled at natashas comment.
“so who do we talk about this?” Scott asked nervously, you and steve looked at each other for a second.
The four of you approached the cabin, your heart heavy as your eyes land on tony. You knew how much he wanted to just stay out of everything, he was happy for once, he was with his soulmate, he had a family.
“we know what it sounds like” Scott spoke as he finished explaining his plan.
You were quiet as tony and steve talked, Scott joining in when he mentioned his plan of a time heist.
“we can bring everyone back” Natasha reasoned and tony scoffed a little. “Or we could make things worse” he stated and you shifted. The four bickered for a while longer before you spoke up.
“Tony, we have to take a stand” his eyes landed on you and his gaze softened a bit.
“we did stand, and yet here we are” he spoke sharply.
“i know you got a lot on the line, a wife, a daughter, but i lost someone very importantly me, a lot of people did-” you zoned out as Scott spoke, your eyes resting on the lake and watching as the water moved slowly.
“Mommy told me to come and save you!” Morgan smiled as Tony picked her up. You smiled at the pair.
“good job, I’m saved” tony smiled at her, he turned to you guys before sighing, “i wish you’d come to ask for something else, i missed you guys” his eyes were soft and he spoke sincerely.
“I’m happy for you, i really am. But this is a second chance” steve pleaded and tony replied quickly, “i got my second chance right here.”
“Aunt y/n!” Morgan smiled as her eyes landed on you, wiggling out of her dads grasp as she ran to hug you.
“hi little stark” you smiled, picking her up with ease and carrying her on your hip.
Tony smiled at you as the steve and Natasha looked at you in confusion.
“i visit, I’m not a horrible person” you mumbled, you knew steve would have some choice words for you later.
“If you don’t talk shop, you can stay for lunch” tony spoke up, the others sighed, walking towards the car.
You set Morgan down, telling her to head inside. You gave Tony a hug, “I’ll visit soon, just haven’t been feeling the best” you mumbled and he rubbed your back.
“you always have a room here y/n” he smiled softly and you nodded, waving goodbye before going the other three in the car.
“we’re gonna need a big brain” steve spoke, Scott looked at him in disbelief.
“bigger than his?” Scott questioned and you rolled your eyes, knowing you would be seeing Bruce soon.
“can you drop me off at home actually?” you spoke up, steve looking at you for a moment before nodding, driving to your apartment building. You got out quickly and said goodbye, “let me know what you guys find” steve, Natasha and Scott nodded, wishing you goodnight.
The cold New York air nipped at your skin as you rushed up your stairs, holding your jacket tightly as you fumbled with your key and let yourself in, sighing when you closed the door.
You changed into your pajamas quickly, brushing your teeth before grabbing the notebook and your pen on your nightstand and sliding into bed. You flipped to the next empty page as you began to write.
today was okay, steve came over and found me crying. he stayed and made dinner, he’s been taking care of me for a while now, i feel kinda guilty.
You continued to write into the journal, letting all your feelings pour out into the page. As you finished for the night you clicked you pen and set them on your nightstand. You had finished all the pages in the notebook already. With a sigh you got up from your bed, grabbing the small notebook and placing it on the floor as you reached for a container under your bed.
You reached for the lid and opened it, there were numerous other notes book, you placed the one you had just written in next to your last one, closing the lid and sliding it back under your bed.
For the past five years you’ve been writing to bucky, it helped you stay somewhat sane. If he ever came back you didn’t want him to feel left out, you wanted to make sure he felt like he didn’t miss those five years of your life. You wanted him to be there. Your hands fiddled with the dog tags as you laid on your side.
You needed him to be here with you.
The next morning you woke up to a call from steve, with fuzzy vision your answered the phone, bringing it to your ear.
“hello?” You mumbled and steve spoke quickly, your eyes widened as he spoke.
“tony found a way” was all you needed to hear to have you scrambling to get ready.
“be there in 30” you rushed out, a smile on your face. You felt hope blossoming in your chest, thoughts of the picnic with bucky flooded your mind as you got ready.
You were going to get him back. You were going to be together.
You ran into the compound as smiled at those around you, rocket looked at you in shock when you smiled at him.
“didn’t know she did that” he remarked and Scott looked at him equally as shocked.
“Steve! Tony!” You beamed, crashing into them and taking them into a group hug. You let out a sigh of happiness.
“Is it true? Can we actually get them back?” Your eyes shined and tony found his heart growing, it had been so long since you had been happy.
“we have a shot kid” he nodded, “Clint just tried it out and it worked,” your smile grew, throwing your arms around him as everyone gathered into the room
“well what are we waiting for? Let’s plan this heist!” You smiled, looking at everyone and steve nodded.
You listened as everyone spoke, sharing their knowledge on the stones. You sat next to Natasha who was taking notes, glancing over at them your gears turned, speaking up as they talked about Stephen Strange.
“he lived in New York?” You questioned and they nodded, Tony rolling his eyes at you, “are you paying attention?”
“if you pick the right year there’s three stones in New York” you replied quickly, everyone looking at you in surprise.
Not long after your realization there was finally a formulated plan. You were nervous, excited and hopeful. You were going to get everyone back, you were going to get bucky back.
“Six stones, three teams, one shot” you mumbled, everyone nodding as you looked at the plan you had come up with steve and tony.
“I’ll stay behind just in case, you all know what you’re doing and ive been out of the loop so” you trailed off and they nodded.
“you already did enough, i mean you came up with the whole plan” tony scoffed and you smiled at him.
“you guys got this” you encouraged them, natasha smiling at you. Without hesitating you pulled the three in for a hug, squeezing tightly before letting go.
“okay, go kick some ass” you smiled.
The team filed onto the time machine and you waited by the buttons, looking for steve signal.
“see you in a minute” natasha called out to you and you waved goodbye, pressing the buttons and holding your breath and they all shrunk and disappeared from your sight.
It was only a minute later when they all appeared, you smiled as you ran up to them, quickly doing a headcount. Your stomach fell when you saw Natasha was missing.
“Clint wheres nat” you asked quietly, voice shaking. He didn’t reply. You stumbled back, teary eyed as you walked out.
You looked at the lake, steve, Tony, thor, Clint and Bruce gathered around you.
“do we know if she had any family?” Tony asked and you scoffed.
“us” steve spoke up and Thor looked at them confused.
“you’re acting like she’s dead, why are we acting like she’s dead?” Thor spoke up, his voice growing louder and you winced as he continued, Clint soon jumping in and arguing with him. The two men shouted and you let your tears fall silently, steve noticed and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his chest.
“she’s not coming back” Bruce mumbled quietly.
“we have to make it worth it” you spoke up, wiping your tears and standing up.
“we will” steve spoke, getting up after you did.
“the what are we waiting for” you looked at them with a small smile, squeezing Clint’s arm before walking past him and into the lab.
You waited anxiously for them to finish the gauntlet, jumping up when rocket walked in with it in hand.
“no Thor, wait a second” you stopped him, everyone else protesting his actions.
“what we’re just waiting for the right opportunity?” He huffed and Scott spoke up.
“we should at least discuss it”
Thor nodded his head, speaking up again, “I’m the strongest avenger this is my responsibility, it’s my duty” you were quick to stop him.
“it’s not about that” you spoke gently. He furrowed his brows and turned to look at you angrily.
“stop it! Just let me!” You could see the tears in his eyes, “let me do something good, something right”
Tony explained to him the power the stones had, trying to reason for him to not do it. Thor argued right back before Bruce cut him off, explaining how it almost killed thanos when he snapped and how no one else could survive it.
“how do you know you will?” Steve asked cautiously.
“it’s mainly gamma, it’s like i was made for this” he whispered as everyone moved back you noticed Nebula was missing.
Bruce’s grunts of pain made you focus back onto him, “are you okay? talk to me!” You screamed, frantic as he yelled in pain.
“I’m okay!” He spoke fighting against the pain and snapping his fingers, you held your breath as he did so, your heartbeat thumping in your ears.
You looked out the window and saw two birds, a smile on your face as you realized it had worked. Clint had a smile on his face as he answered a call, “honey, honey!” He spoke.
You turned to tell the team it had worked, but before you could you were blasted away by missiles, the compound crumbling underground.
You groaned as you heard rocket calling out for her, you and Rhodey doing your best to free him. Finally he wiggled free, the three of you sighing before your eyes went wide. A flood of water washing over the three of you as you panicked.
Rhodey called for help and you heard Scott on the other end. You kept your head up high, trying to not drown, rocket clung onto you as Bruce tried to hold the structure up.
“see you on the other side” Rhodey spoke and you geared up shaking your head.
“Hang on! I’m coming!” Scott yelled and you tried your best to stay above water, Rhodey struggling next to you as rocket clung onto your back.
Before you knew it you were clinging onto Scott as he turned into giant man, Rocket continued to Clint onto you and Rhodey held on for fear life.
Scott placed you and rocket down, you spotted the wakandans next to you and ran towards them, smiling as you saw t’challa and shuri amongst them.
“shuri!” You cried out, hugging her tightly. She handed you a gun and some knives and you quickly strapped them to you. “How’d you know” you smiled and she shrugged.
“you people never seem prepared for battle” she teased and you smiled, standing next to her as you prepared to face thanos’ army.
Your eyes scanned the crowd for bucky, heart beating louder and louder and you couldn’t find him. You ran onto the battlefield with everyone, immediately shooting and fighting the aliens off.
You shot them as fast as you could, but they were quickly surrounding you, grunting as one of them tackled you,
Before you could even think of grabbing a knife it’s body fell limp and you pushed it off you, looking at the bullet wounds.
“hope you haven’t been fighting like that this whole time doll”
You felt your heart drop and your stomach flutter. Bucky.
You turned around quickly, a smile on your face as your eyes met his baby blue one. Your smile grew as you ran towards him, dropping your gun and throwing yourself onto him. He picking you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist, holding you tightly.
“you’re here, you’re back, you’re here” you spoke over and over, tears streaming down your cheeks as you buried your face into the crook of his neck.
“I’m here doll” he reassured you, holding onto you tightly and closing his eyes for a moment. The sound of an alien screaming made you snap out of your bubble.
You groaned as you picked up your gun, shooting it in the head before turning back to bucky, you smiled at him before crashing your lips onto his. He smiled into the kiss, leaning in for a second before the two of you pulled away.
“been waiting five years to do that” you spoke breathless and bucky smiled at you.
“after this you can kiss me all you want sweets” he spoke and you giggled, moving to press your backs against one another, shooting at the aliens.
You thought back to wakanda, how familiar it all was. But this time you would win. This time it was your last fight, you would win and you could go home with bucky. You could be with your soulmate.
You watched as the other tossed the gauntlet around, trying to keep it away from thanos.
“Bucky we have to go help them!” You called out and he nodded, the two of you running towards where steve, Thor and tony were, helping fend off the aliens attacking them.
You saw thanos get the gauntlet and you felt you blood run cold, you froze in your spot. Please, not again. You turned to bucky, dropping your weapon as you clung onto him tightly.
“not letting you go again” you mumbled, kissing him before letting go and grabbing a knife from your suit and running towards the titan.
You threw the knife at thanos with all you had, lodging it in his shoulder. He cried out in pain as it stabbed him, giving Tony the chance to attack him once more, pulling the gauntlet before Thanos punches him away.
“I am inevitable” thanos spoke, your blood ran cold as he snapped, flinching away when he did. When nothing happened you looked at him once more, a smile on your face as you saw the glove had no stones.
“And i” tony spoke, “am Iron man” he snapped his fingers, the white light blinding you before bucky pulled you into him, shielding you from the light.
As the two of you looked again you saw the aliens fading into dust. You held Buckys hand tightly, your knuckles white. You looked at him in excitement, wrapping your arms around his neck when you realized you had won.
You had won.
Turning quickly you ran to look for tony and steve, the smile falling from your face when you saw peter over Tony’s body.
You ran towards him, falling to your knees next to him.
“tony? no you can’t” you shook your head, tears welling in your eyes and he turned to look at you.
“hey kid, take care of my girls yeah?” He smiled and you shook your head, “you can take care of em you have to hold on a bit longer” you protested.
“always told you that you had one hell of a throw” he chuckled dryly, “‘ts what helped me get the stones” he smiled gently and you broke down into tears, “you have him now, you’ll be okay” he whispered.
Bucky pulled you aside, letting pepper speak to tony. You cried into Buckys chest, not knowing what would happen to you if you looked back.
It happened so fast.
You were in a black dress outside the cottage you had visited countless time. You didn’t imagine the next time you visited would be for Tony’s funeral.
Bucky held your hand, his thumb making small circles on the back of your hand to calm you down. You could help but lean into him, his presence relaxing you immediately.
You smiled fondly as you thought back to the time tony tried to talk you into breaking up with bucky one time after you came back from wakanda. You knew he was joking but he still felt a little bad, buying you dinner as compensation
As the service ended you followed bucky, steve and Sam to the time machine where Bruce waited.
You stood next to bucky as steve said goodbye to Sam, walking up to you guys next.
“Don’t do anything stupid ‘til i get back” steve spoke and bucky smiled.
“how can i? you’re taking all the stupid with you” the hugged tightly for a bit before pulling apart.
“gonna miss you buddy” bucky sighed and steve looked at him softly.
“it’s gonna be okay buck” he turned to you.
“bye steve” you let out softly, bottom lip quivering. He hugged you tightly, kissing your temple softly.
“you’re still gonna be my favorite best friend” he spoke softly and you smiled, letting out a soft chuckle before sniffling.
“you finally have him back y/n, you’re gonna be happy, i promise” you nodded and hugged him one more time, knowing it would be the last time.
As he stepped into the time machine you melted into Buckys side, he put an arm around you and kissed the top of your head.
Steve vanished as he went to return the stones, seconds later Bruce signaled to bring him back, but he didn’t appear.
“where is he?” Sam spoke, worry lacing his voice.
“I don’t know he blew right past his time stamp, he should be here” Bruce panicked and you and bucky looked around your eyes landing Onondaga older version of him sitting on a log.
You nudged bucky as you heard sam and Bruce arguing.
“sam” you called out, looking at him before back at steve. Sam walked towards you cautiously as you pointed at steve.
“go ahead” bucky spoke to the man, the two of you smiled at sam as he approached steve.
You and bucky smiled as steve handed sam the shield. A grin on your face as he put the shield on his arm.
“he’s gonna be a great captain america” bucky smiled fondly and you nodded. “Steve made the right choice” you added.
The two of you walked away hand in hand, getting into your car and heading back to your apartment. Bucky settled in quickly, sitting on your couch and pulling you down with him, a small squeal leaving your lips as your back crashed onto his chest.
“missed you so much buck” you mumbled, wiggling so that you could cuddle into him, leaving open mouthed kisses on his neck and onto his jawline.
“i missed you too doll” he whispered, kissing you softly, his hand moving to the back of your neck. He pulled away when he pinky felt the familiar chain of his dog tags, hooking it onto his pinky and pulling them out from under your shirt.
“you kept them?” He looked at you teary eyed and you nodded, heart racing.
“they were the only thing left of you, course i did” you smiled, taking them off and placing them onto him, fixing them so that they laid on his chest.
“that reminds me!” You smiled, getting off of him and running to your room, pulling the bin from under your bed and carrying it towards bucky.
“i- uh- when you were gone i wrote in these journals almost everyday, to kinda keep you up to date for when you got back” you smiled sheepishly and bucky felt his heart grow in his chest.
“you never lost faith?” He questioned, he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. You shook your head.
“sometimes i wanted to” you mumbled, holding his hand in yours, “but you never took me on a picnic so i wasnt letting you go so easily” you pouted and he smiled, kissing you.
The two of you smiled into the kiss, giggling and he peppered kisses all over your face.
“I’m your forever y/n y/l/n” bucky whispered, his forehead resting against yours. You felt your heart rate speed up, your stomach full of butterflies. Closing your eyes as you relished the moment.
“and I’m yours forever bucky barnes” you kissed him softly before opening your eyes, the two of you pulling away a bit.
You reached out and caressed his cheek, you smiled at each other. You finally had your soulmate, and you had forever together.
summary: in which steve has been distant since the final battle and you finally figure out why
warnings: swearing, angst— like a hurtful amount, slight fluff if you squint, mentions of death
notes: i dont why but this physically hurt me to write. i turned into a mess— also wrote this in three hours instead of going to bed bc ✨fuck sleep✨ but i hope you enjoy it!
Being with him was like a fairytale.
He treated you like you were the only girl in the world. Took you on the best dates you’ve ever been on. Bought you flowers and chocolate when you were feeling sad. He sometimes made you some of your favorite foods even though he didn’t necessarily like cooking. He held you tightly at night as if he was afraid you were gonna turn into dust like half the population. He would always kiss you gently on the lips before he left to go for a run, go run the support group he formed after the blip, or meet with Nat. But alas all fairytales must come to an end.
He’s been acting weird— acting distance since the final battle against Thanos and Tony’s funeral. You had tried to speak with him but he would give some excuse as to why he didn’t have the time. He would either say he needed to train, he had paperwork to finish, Bucky needed him, Banner needed to go over the plan to return the stones, or he just wouldn’t say anything and walk away. You felt your heart break a little every time he ignored or ditched you.
You just wanted to know what was going on but he didn’t give you the time of day anymore and you didn’t understand why. Everything had been fine— actually more than fine, it had been great so when he started acting this way it stunned you.
In the beginning, you chalked it up to him grieving over the loss of Tony and Natasha during the battle but as more time passed you knew that wasn’t the case. You began to think you had done something and you went through every memory in your head trying to figure it out but nothing stood out. The two of you haven’t fought and you certainly hadn’t mumbled something that would make him act like this.
“Hey, Buck.” You greeted, falling into step with the super-soldier.
“Hey, doll. What can I do for you?” He threw an arm over your shoulder whilst the two of you walked towards the kitchen at the compound.
“Well, Steve has been acting distant… and I figured that if anybody knew why it would be you.”
He eyed you for a moment, seeming to think about his answer carefully. “Sorry, doll, wouldn’t know.”
He was lying. His stance had changed, the tone of his voice changed, he withdrew his arm from around you.
“Sergeant Barnes, Captain Rogers requests your presence in the gym.” Friday’s voice echoed through the hall cutting you off from scolding the veteran.
“Tell him I’ll be a few minutes.”
The two of you came to a stop and he looked at you with a look behind his eyes that you couldn’t decipher. Was it sadness? Guilt? Or a look that was something completely unrelated?
“Bucky, please, if you know something tell me. I can’t talk to him because he won’t even look at me for longer than two seconds. He won’t talk to me. He moved back into his old room and I can’t… I can’t handle this. Please.” You begged, tears blurring your vision.
“Doll… I can’t tell you.”
“So you do know something?”
“I do but I can’t tell you.” He places his hands on his hips and looks down at the floor for a second. “Look, I- I will talk to him and tell him to speak with you, okay?”
You only nodded scared that if you opened your mouth you would break down right there. Bucky turned his whole body to face you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him. “I miss him.” You cried.
“I know… I know. It’ll be okay, doll.” He whispers and places a kiss on the top of your head, letting you cry in his arms for a few minutes before he slowly lets go of you and backs away. “I gotta go meet Steve now.”
Wiping your face, you nodded and pushed past him without another word.
It has been a few days since your talk with Bucky and Steve has only been avoiding you more. You caught a glimpse of him once in the last four days and you could feel the end coming. You cried yourself to sleep because it seemed to be the only thing you could do.
He wasn’t there to hold you. He wasn’t there to kiss your forehead and reassure you everything was okay. He wasn’t there to tell you that you were just being paranoid. He just wasn’t there and it killed you.
Your heart ached for him and your body ached to feel his touch. It ached to hear his voice, his laugh. It ached to see his piercing blue eyes and run your fingers through his soft blond hair. You ached to feel his lips on yours again.
He was slowly disappearing from your life and it hurt like hell.
“Yes, Ms. L/N?” Her voice came through as soft as it always is sending a wave of comfort through your body.
“Could you try him again?” You asked, your voice cracking towards the end of the sentence.
You picked at your nails letting tears fall freely down your cheek.
“Ms. L/N, Captain Rogers appears to not be here.”
Your heart dropped into your stomach. “Where… where is he?”
“Captain Rogers is with Doctor Banner, Sergeant Barnes, and Mr. Wilson by the lake. He is returning the stones today.”
Upon hearing those words, you quickly left your room and ran towards the lake. It was a five-minute run to where Steve would leave to go back to all the years that they took the stones from. It was a mission you were eager to see and had volunteered for but they thought Steve would be better which you didn’t argue with but they had promised to tell you when it was. And they didn’t.
Getting closer to the location you slowed to a walk and arrived a second before Steve left.
“Wait!” You quickly covered the switches before Bruce could touch them. All four men looked at you with surprise in their eyes, the blue-eyed super soldier had more surprise written on his face than the others. “Nice try, boys. Steve, we are going to talk now.”
“Y/N, can this wait?” You nearly let out a sigh in relief at the sound of his voice but you held it in.
“Why? It’s not like anybody’s in a rush. Are they in a rush to get these stones back, Bruce?”
“W-well, no.” He answered nervously looking between you and America’s golden boy.
“Great! Can you boys leave us for a few?” Bucky nodded motioning Sam and Bruce to follow him. Once they were far enough out of earshot you walked up to Steve, tears already brimming in your eyes.
Some say he was hard to read but to you, he was an open book. You could look at him and just know what was going on in his head, which is why looking at him now you knew what was happening. Looking at him, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth trapping it there as your mind swirled with the realization of what was happening.
To anyone else, he was looking at you the way he always has but to you it was different—it held so many unspoken words that he’s never said aloud and couldn’t find the right words to even say it. It held his plan and how he wasn’t going to tell you.
“You aren’t coming back.”
It wasn’t even a question, you could see it in his eyes that he wasn’t coming back. He was choosing to return the stones but stay in the 40s. He was choosing her. He was choosing a woman he knew years ago. He was going to leave you behind to be with her. Peggy fucking Carter.
You heard stories of her—growing up you looked up to her. She was the reason you went onto be a SHIELD agent and soon join the Avengers. But now she was the reason you were losing the love of your life. The one person who could bring you out of the dark place that you sometimes found yourself slipping into.
“You’re sorry? That’s… that’s all you have to say? You son of a bitch! You’ve been planning to leave and not even tell me! You were just gonna leave me with nothing, Steve. No… no goodbye, no explanation, nothing, and all you have to is your sorry?”
“What’s there to understand, Steve? You are choosing a woman you haven’t truly known in years! You were going to leave and not tell me!”
“Because you would’ve talked me out of it!”
“Of course I would have! I love you and I’m your fucking fiancé! You proposed, Steven! You— God! You asked me to marry you and now… now you’re choosing another woman.” You couldn’t stop the crack in your voice or the tears from falling down your face. “You weren’t even gonna tell me goodbye.”
“Bucky would’ve… he would’ve told you and given you a letter.”
“A letter? A fucking letter?” Not only was your heart falling apart in your chest but your blood was boiling with so much anger towards the man in front of you. “You fucking bastard! I have been by your side for years. I was branded a criminal to help you and never left your side! I loved you and gave you every piece of me and you’re just… no, don’t touch me!” Unbeknownst to you in all your yelling, he had gotten closer to you so he could wrap his arms around your trembling body. You struggled against his grip, trying to push him off you but he was significantly stronger than you and wouldn’t budge. You continued to push at his chest until you finally gave in and melted into him. “I hate you… I fucking hate you!” You sobbed into his chest.
“I know.” He whispered in your ear, not releasing his grip in the slightest.
“You can’t… I need you.”
“Princess, I can’t stay here. I love you so much but I need to see if I can live a life where I was supposed to. I’m a man out of time, I’m not supposed to be here.” He tried to explain through his own tears.
“Then why did you let me love you? Why the hell did you let me get so close?”
“I didn’t know this would happen.” He ran his fingers through your hair sending shivers down your spine. “I’m so sorry, my love, I’m sorry.”
“Please, stay. Please, Stevie.” You whimpered, wrapping your own arms around his waist.
“I can’t, princess, I just can’t.”
“But you can! You can and you're choosing not to! You’re choosing to leave me! You asked me to marry you and to be with you forever because you were sure about us and here you are.”
“I know I did. Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
“Stevie,” You whimpered his name, gripping the collar of his suit so tight your knuckles began to hurt. “I’m begging you not to stay there.”
“Okay… okay, I won’t. I won’t even do the mission, I’m sorry.” You buried your head in the crook of his neck, sobs escaping past your lips. “Come on, let’s go home.” He left the case full of the stones next to the machine and adjusted his hold on you so he could pick you up bridal style.
You kept your head buried in the crook of his neck, hands still gripping the collar of his suit scared that he would just disappear. He dipped his head down and placed a gentle kiss on your exposed collar bone.
“Banner, have somebody else do it.” He told the scientist as he walked past the three men— one of whom tried and failed to talk him out of his stupid plan.
“I love you.” You murmured when he sat you down in the truck he had taken from the garage at the compound earlier that morning when he had gone out for what he thought would be his last look at modern-day New York while he still looked young.
He hooked his pointer finger under your chin and lifted your head to look at him. Your eyes were swollen and red and tears still fell down your cheek. His heart swelled with love and so much guilt. He pulled his hand back from under your chin and cupped your cheeks, using his thumb to wipe the salty tears away. “I love you, my beautiful princess.”
His thumbs ran gentle lines across your cheek and he dipped his head down to slot his lips together with yours. You melted at the contact, closing your eyes, and brought a hand up to hold onto one of his wrists. Your lips moved against each other perfectly in sync.
You pulled away first when a wave of exhaustion ran through your body and you felt your eyes begin to grow heavy. “Try that again and I’ll kill you.” You tiredly threatened.
request: Hii! I hope everything is going well! For better than Revenge I love it! For a part 2 maybe the life for the two of them after the first part? Maybe reader is pregnant and rubbing in the face of Connor and the sister? And Connor want her back but she's done with him... Maybe bucky left Connor outside the family inheritance ( I suppose that they have money) and she's so happy with bucky because she really love her and treat her good!. thanks love! ❤️ - @star-gazing-game
summary: you’re happily married to bucky and are expecting his kid, but connor just can’t let things be. (sequel to better than revenge, though it’s not necessary to read it first)
word count: 2,072
warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, mention of cheating, incest (but not between the reader and bucky), the sister-slash-lover of connor’s is named (so sorry if that’s your name), pregnancy, slut shaming, age difference but the reader is 18+, fingering, oral (f receiving), daddy kink, possessiveness
Mrs. Barnes. Mrs. Barnes. Mrs. Barnes. Oh, you could never tire of hearing that. And, better yet, you could never tire of your husband. As awful as your relationship with Connor had been, and as awful as it had happened, it had pushed you straight into the arms of the most amazing man you’d ever met. And, for that, you couldn’t be more grateful.
The ceremony had been absolutely wonderful. You’d had a small, intimate ceremony with only your closest friends and family invited. And, included in that guest list, was Connor and his lover-slash-sister, Brianna. Admittedly, you hadn’t exactly wanted them there. But Bucky had made a valid point that they were still family and that the two of you should at least try to extend the olive branch to them. You didn’t have to like them, after all. The four of you just had to be civil.
But you’d quickly come to regret inviting them to the wedding. Brianna had taken advantage of the open bar, getting wasted just as the reception began. And she quickly began to wreak havoc, even going as far as trying to flirt with your new husband. Bucky was quick to shut it down, though, kindly having her escorted her out and getting her a car to take her home.
That, unfortunately, left Connor still at the wedding. And boy did he try to get on your every last nerve. Any moment that he could spot you alone, he was coming up beside you, saying something about how he could show you a better time than his old man ever could. At first, you turned down his advances but, when they kept coming, you took to ignoring him outright. That seemed to have the opposite effect of what you wanted, though, and seemed to only spur him on more.
It wasn’t until things escalated to him grabbing you by the arm and trying to tug you away from the crowd that things fully got shut down. Thankfully, Bucky had seen what his son was trying to do and was quick to intervene, pushing Connor away from you and taking him outside of the venue. You don’t know what Bucky said or did, but when they came back, Connor looked almost like a kicked puppy as he mumbled an apology and said he would be leaving.
Bucky was well-rewarded that night (and every night of your honeymoon) for his superhero act.
After the wedding, you didn’t see much of Connor or Brianna again. You and Bucky enjoyed your wedded bliss, quickly adjusting to your new lives together. Time flew by and, before you knew it, you’d missed one of your periods by several weeks. When you realized, Bucky went out and got some pregnancy tests for you, and the two of you eagerly waited for the results.
When they all came back positive? Oh, you swore you’d never seen Bucky light up that much before.
“Gonna make you a momma,” he mumbled against your lips as he kissed you, spinning you around. “Gonna be a momma to my baby. Gonna treat you so fuckin’ well.”
“Yeah?” you giggled, holding onto him real tight.
“Mhm, gonna make sure you have everything you need. Gonna give you everything you and our little baby want,” he said, kissing you breathless. “No baby momma of mine will be left wanting. No baby of mine will go without.”
And, just as you would’ve expected, Bucky was with you every step of the way throughout your pregnancy. Went to every doctor’s appointment. Held your hair back every time you were hunched over the toilet cause of morning sickness. Went out and got you anything you needed when you were having weird cravings, even if it was the dead of night and nearly everything was closed. Oh, he was so good to you.
You waited, though, until you entered your second trimester before you announced your pregnancy to your friends and family. It was then that the two of you tried one more time to extend the olive branch to Connor and Brianna, inviting them along with all your loved ones to a small barbecue to make the announcement. But you almost wished you hadn’t. Connor hadn’t shown up at all, but Brianna sure did.
And from the moment you and Bucky announced that you were expecting a child, she made it her mission to ruin the day. Went around shouting about how you were some whore who cheated on Connor with his dad (everyone at the barbecue already knew that to be false). Said that it probably wasn’t even Bucky’s baby. Said that you probably got knocked up by some strange man who’s name you probably didn’t even remember. She went on for far too long before you’d had enough and asked her to leave. But even then, she refused going on and on and on until she realized she wasn’t getting any reaction from you or Bucky and she finally left.
Bucky, who’d had the original idea of trying to make sure the four of you got on well, made sure to make up for his idea that night.
And that was the last you’d seen or heard from Connor or Brianna. You were so sure that you’d never see them again, but life had a funny way of twisting things on their head.
You were near the end of your last trimester, and you’d basically been confined to the house as you took maternity leave from your work and made your final preparations for the baby’s arrival. One particular day, you were in the kitchen with Bucky, finishing eating the breakfast he’d made you, when you thought you heard someone in the driveway. You didn’t think much of it, though, when no one came to knock on the door, thinking that maybe it was someone at your neighbor’s house or something.
But then the front door flew open, and before either you or Bucky could react, your least favorite stepson came storming in. “YOU WROTE ME OUT OF THE WILL?!” Connor shouted, quickly finding the pair of you in the kitchen. “HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU DO THAT?!”
Bucky moved in front of you, shielding your body with his. “I thought I told you to never come ‘round here again, Connor.”
“You’re my dad!” Connor snapped. “I can’t believe you chose this whore over your flesh and blood! You know, I always thought you were fuckin’ stupid, but I never took you to be so dumb to get that bitch knocked up. Now you gotta a slut for a wife who can’t keep her legs shut and her troll of a kid to drain you of every last penny you got—”
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!”
Both men’s heads snapped towards you. You had a near murderous glint in your eyes as you stepped around Bucky, slowly waddling up to Connor. In most circumstances, the sight would’ve been comical. But not today. Not when he insulted you, insulted your husband, insulted your baby. You stopped in front of him, the man almost cowering as you looked him dead in the eye. “I could slap the fire out of you for what you said, but I won’t. You’re not even fuckin’ worth it. You really think you can come into my home and speak to my family like that? You’re a bigger idiot than I thought you were. You wanna know the real reason your dad wrote you out of the will? You slept with your fuckin’ sister. You tried to get me to cheat on him with you at our wedding. You had the nerve to egg on your sister as she insulted me when I announced my pregnancy. You’ve done nothing with your life, and you were bankin’ on this inheritance to set you for life. News flash: you ain’t owed shit. Your dad was the best fuckin’ dad you could’ve ever had but you’ve insulted him and his family—”
“—he took you from me—” he tried to cut in.
“—don’t even fuckin’ try to interrupt me, boy. And don’t even try that bullshit. You cheated on me. You left me. After that, I was free to fuck anyone I want. Who gives a shit if it was your dad? At least I'm not fucking my flesh and blood,” you spat. “Now, I’ll tell you again: Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. House. And if I ever see your face around here again, you’re gonna wish all I did was slap the fire out of you.”
He looked ready to protest, but stopped short when Bucky said from behind you, “You’d better fuckin’ listen to her. I’m not above callin’ the police on you, given that you did come into our house without permission.”
Connor ground his teeth together, but turned and stomped right back out of the house.
You turned, an apology on the tip of your tongue for letting your anger get the best of you, but Bucky’s blown out pupils stopped you right in your tracks. He closed the distance between the two of you, resting one hand on your swollen belly and the other cradling the back of your head. “Mm, I love me a protective momma,” he said, ducking his head down to kiss you. “Makes me wanna fuck you silly.”
“Yeah? What’s stopping you?”
“Just needed your permission first, momma.” In one swift movement, Bucky’s hands slipped to the back of your thighs and he hoisted you in the air. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist and he carried you upstairs to your shared bedroom. He placed you on the bed gently, and he crawled up between your legs. He reached up your dress, tugging down your panties, and teased his fingers into your slick folds.
“So fuckin’ wet,” he groaned. “All this just for daddy?”
“Just for daddy,” you whimpered. “Only for you.”
“Loved the way you put that bastard in his place. Loved the way you made sure our little family’s nice and protected.” He slipped one, two fingers into your cunt, curling them expertly as his thumb circled over your clit. “Think you need to be rewarded for that. Don’t you, momma?”
You gasped, your walls tightening around his fingers. “Please, please please,” you begged.
“You gonna cum on my fingers, baby?” he groaned, speeding up as he helped you chase your high. “You fuckin’ better. I’m the only man who can make you feel this way. You and the cunt belong to fuckin’ me. You understand that?”
“Yes, daddy, all yours!” you cried out. “I’m gonna—”
You couldn’t finish your sentence as the coil snapped, your back arching off the mattress. “That’s right, momma, all mine,” Bucky cooed. “But that was just the appetizer. Now’s time for the main course.”
Before you could process what he was doing, he head ducked between your legs and you felt him lapping up your juices. Your hand immediately blew to the back of his head, pushing him even closer as your grinded against his face. His nose brushed up against your clit, making you buck against him.
“Mm, you like that momma?” he groaned.
“Please, daddy, please.”
“Please what? Use your words, sunshine,” he said before moving to suck on your clit.
“Wanna cum, gonna cum,” you whimpered.
“Go ahead, momma, you’ve earned it,” he grunted before his tongue slipped back into your cunt.
You practically screamed as you came for the second time that night, your thighs shaking as they caged Bucky’s head between your legs. Then, as you fell limp, Bucky crawled up on top of you, careful not to crush you, and brushed his lips against yours.
“Love you so much,” he whispered against your lips. “Love you and our baby and our family so, so much.”
“Love you even more, daddy,” you whispered back, nuzzling your nose against his.
“Daddy’ll do anything for you now,” he said. “Not like I wouldn’t before. But now? Seeing you go all momma bear? Fuck, ask for anything and it’s yours.”
“Anything,” he repeated.
“Then can you fuck me please? Wanna milk your cock, daddy,” you said, running your fingers through his hair.
“Mm, by the time I’m done with you, you ain’t gonna be able to leave this bed til our little one’s ready to pop out,” he groaned.
Summary: you and Bucky are left alone for a few minutes while Sam and Steve go to the store to buy drinks. Of course you can't keep your hands off each other. 1.2k
Warnings: y/n is very clingy and needy but Bucky is super soft and sweet, touching, groping, grinding, explicit language, cockwarming. 18+ PLEASE
A/n: I wrote this in 10 minutes and didn't edit so pls don't @me 🥺
It would be rude to say just how happy you were Sam and Steve left to grab some more drinks. You had been waiting for this moment for the last 30 minutes, and now they were finally gone, but your time alone was limited; so after locking the door behind them, you eagerly tip-toed your way back into the living room.
The lights were off, the movie paused, and Bucky was sitting on the couch, his elbows on top of his knees, as he lazily scrolled through his phone.
Perfect, you thought.
He didn't seem to hear you approach, but that didn't stop you. Without even bothering to push his phone out of the way, you simply plopped in his lap, eliciting a soft huff from his part.
"What are you doing?" he laughed, wrapping his arms around your frame, not at all bothered by your sudden interruption.
"Nothing" you giggled. Making yourself more comfortable in his embrace, you allowed your head to fall back against his shoulder.
"I didn't give you attention for an hour and you got bored, didn't you?" Bucky teased.
His smile was audible in his tone, purely showing you just how much he loved having you cling to him like that. His hands traveled up and down your sides as you struggled to cuddle deeper into his hold, but your back was pressed flush to his chest, and there simply was no way for you to get any closer.
"Hold me" you whined.
"Hold me tighter"
"What's gotten into you?" Bucky questioned.
You weren't about to answer that, and frankly, he didn't expect you to, either. He was enjoying this as much as you were. The smell of your shampoo tickled his nose as he kissed along your neck, his breath hot and damp against your skin. Marks would soon appear, judging by the way his teeth kept teasing your flesh. But the sensual bites he provided were not enough, you wanted more.
"Baby-" you cried, cupping his cheek into your palm as you squirmed around in his lap.
"What's wrong, kitten? Tell me, I'll make it so much better for you, let me fix it. What's gotten you upset?"
"I'm not upset..."
"Then?" he pushed, lifting your chin with his fingers. He couldn't really see you, the lights were too dim, but he was so close to you. All up in your personal space - or you were in his? It didn't really matter. "Tell me, baby. Whatever it is, I wanna make it better"
"I don't know what it is..." you whined further and hid your face in the crook of his neck. This made him laugh, his chest shaking under your weight.
"But if you knew, you'd tell me, right?" he asked, kissing your shoulder.
"Well, then" Bucky sighed, "Until you can figure out what's been bothering you, why don't I focus on treating my baby right for a second?"
His words forced a smile to part your lips, but you kept quiet. He knew you well enough, not needing any kind of confirmation from you.
When his hands found your hips, a thought that maybe this wasn't the best idea crossed your mind. But it soon got obliterated by the feeling of Bucky's wondering fingers exploring your body. He didn't shy away from groping absolutely every single curve of your frame, not even stopping when his hands ended up between your legs.
"Don't get wet on me, right now, ok?" Bucky commanded, patting your clothed pussy, "The boys will be back any second"
"Fuck them" you laughed, clenching your thighs around his hand.
The fact that his voice sounded as if he was scolding you, made you even needier. The heat inside your chest burned hotter, and you just refused to control yourself any longer.
"Kiss me" you pouted, leaning a bit to the side so you could face him.
"Aw, baby, come here" Bucky urged you, helping you settle so that you wouldn't put too big of a strain on your neck. His intentions were good but the position was fucked. None of you cared though.
His lips found yours in the darkness, not even missing by an inch. He tasted like beer, but he was warm and tender. A little moan and soft bite later, he dropped the nice boy act and pushed his tongue inside your mouth. You went limp inside his hold, bringing your legs together as your hips grinded down on his crotch.
Judging by the pained grunt that escaped his throat you realised just good that felt for him. So you picked up your pace - moving your hips in a circular motion, putting that perfect amount of strain on his hardening cock.
If doing so provided you with pleasure too, when his hands pushed their way up your tummy and under your shirt, you almost felt your breath being cut short. But you didn't break the kiss, it just became sloppier and way less calculated than before.
Bucky's hands cupped your breasts, his fingers toying with your overly sensitive nipples. He started with gentle tugs and experienced caresses, but soon enough he was grabbing you without control, your body registering the pain as pleasure.
You were both a mess, moaning and grinding, your breathing irregular as neither one of you wanted to be the first to break the moment. But thankfully, or not, you had Steve and Sam for that, as the sound of the door bell almost had your heart stop.
"Shit!" Bucky cursed, breaking the kiss. He spoke against your lips, panting and seemingly unwilling to do much about his friends that were waiting on the hallway.
"I'll get it" you whispered, pecking his cheek before jumping to your feet.
He didn't protest, but instead stormed past you and towards the bedroom as you opened the door for the boys.
They barged in, already a bit tipsy, more than ready to get back to the movie. The three of you sat down on the couch, gossiping about the actors on screen, until Bucky returned. You had absolutely no idea what he did, but you weren't about to ask now.
"Here's your beer, man" Sam announced, handing Bucky a freshly opened bottle.
"Thanks!" your boyfriend said as he plopped down by your side.
About a minute later, you barely got a chance to cuddle back into his side and the movie was already on.
Frankly, you had a hard time paying attention to what was happening on the screen, but you still did you best, until the feeling of Bucky wrapping you in a blanket drew your attention. Unaware of how unusual that was, and completely oblivious to Bucky's intentions, you spoke up. "You guys want to get under the blanket?"
Steve didn't even bother to answer, but Sam looked completely offended. "Y/n, it's the middle of July"
"Oh" you laughed, "So no?"
Still clueless, you shuffled closer to Bucky and turned to look at the screen, until you felt his hand slip under the waistband of your leggings. "Keep quiet, ok?" he whispered in your ear, only moving further after you sent him a shy, approving nod.
With ease, he brought you closer against his chest, pushed your pants and underwear down, and slid his rock hard cock inside your pussy. You covered your whimper with a cough, your eyes watering from the sudden sensation of being filled to the brim.
"How long till the end of this movie?" you barely managed to ask.
"They haven't even assembled yet" Sam laughed, "So maybe two hours?"
rockstar!seb pushing you onto the hood of the car and lifting your skirt up as you desperately try to hold onto the surface while he eats you out like delicacy and makes you cum again and again and again, nose pressed into your clit and tongue pumping in and out of your velvety cunt while you try not to scream due to the pleasure and overstimulation—
Days spent in the state of the art lab preparing for the first attempts at the experimental synthesis of medication and DNA modifications that would ignite those receptors that drew omega’s to alpha’s and vice versa. It was the first day of the experiment and the entire lab was buzzing with excitement and hopefulness that this would further limit the repercussions of the Snap and Blip.
With the volunteers already checked into the lab, you were in the midst of preparing for your part in the experiment, when the approach of Dr. Banner had stopped you in your tracks.
On his approach, your stomach tightened as you recognized the face of bad news. You didn’t know what he was going to tell you or what would become of the rest of your day, but you knew that something was going to change.
You could feel it in your bones, you could see it clearly in his eyes and the way he carried himself that there was something unspoken that was bothering him.
You moved away from the core of the lab toward the far left side that was much quieter and would allow for a hushed conversation. When you came to stand in front of him, you shoved your hands into your lab coat pockets, fiddling with the pen to keep your nerves at a low.
“Dr. Banner, what’s the bad news?” You asked even if you didn’t want to. If you could’ve remained ignorant, you would have. However whether you wanted to know or not, Dr. Banner would tell you.
“Y/N,” he crossed his arms over his chest, hesitating to speak, “I know that you’ve spent countless hours preparing for the launch of this procedure-“
“-but…?” You felt the preemptive sting of tears.
“You can’t be a part of the experiment itself. The conditions to be part of the actual testing of the procedure are very clear-“
“What did I do wrong?” Tears blurred your vision, the airy gasps that left your mouth were the tip of the emotional iceberg.
“Nothing, Y/N. You did nothing wrong. You’re brilliant and talented, however the conditions do not allow pregnant women to partake in the procedure.”
“Pregnant?” Your eyebrows furrowed and you wrapped your arms around yourself. “I’m not pregnant…”
“I had to do a final test on the blood we’d taken and on every sample you’d given us to confirm your readiness. When I test your sampled and your blood, I got the confirmations.”
To prove the point he was trying to make, Dr. Banner handed you the tablet in his hands with all the data already loaded snd ready for you to see. On the tablet screen was the clear image of your hormone levels that has shifted as well as the sharp spike in estrogen and progesterone that proved not only were you pregnant, but the levels in which they’d increased had opened the possibility up to their being more than one baby.
“There’s no symptoms.”
“You know as well as I do the symptoms of pregnancy’s may not show up within the first month. Based on the hormone levels, I’d say you’re just under a month.” Dr. Banner placed his hand on your shoulder snd squeezed.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. But in my good conscience I can’t allow you to be one of the constant’s in the experiment. You can still run the trial and head it up if you would wish, however being part of it is no longer an option.”
“Pregnant.” You stared at the tablet while mentally being a mile away.
Kids. You’d always wanted kids, but later on in your life. You were only 22 and you’d just started your career.
You heard Dr. Banner speak yet you couldn’t take your attention off the numbers on the screen. You couldn’t take your eyes off the hormone spikes and the clear data that damned you from your own trial.
“You should tell Steve and Bucky-“
“Excuse me.” You handed the tablet back to him, more like shoved it into his arms, and pushed past him.
“Y/N, talk to Steve and Bucky. Tell them before you-“
“I need air. I need-“ you slipped your lab coat off and tossed it toward a desk chair. Before it could even land on the chair, you were headed toward the door of the lab. You placed your hand against the biometric lock and wait the half second as it scanned your DNA before it let you out. You slipped through the door and moved in a haze, completing everything action that would take you from the lab, to the elevator and then to the lobby of Stark Tower. You moved by autonomy, while your head was reeling and you were consumed by a constant barrage of questions aimed at yourself and your situation.
“Y/N!” Your name was called but you kept moving. “Y/N, stop!”
You kept moving until you collided with a body made of muscle snd strength. After colliding with the body, you craned your neck and studied the man hovering over you, relief and insignificant anguish at the pair of blue eyes watching you.
His brown hair, thick and luscious, was cut short. It was a new look for him after having his longer hair for a while. He was clean shaven too, it looked as fresh as his haircut. His blue eyes were caught between concern and caution, his hands reaching out to grab your arms.
He was your alpha, you should find comfort in his touch and yet…
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He was holding your arms in gentle grasps. “You didn’t hear me calling your name. What’s wrong?”
Pregnant. You were pregnant.
“I need air. I need to get out of here. I need…” Your eyes dart around the lobby of Stark tower, your stomach churning the burning acid inside.
“You’re okay.” Bucky cupped your cheeks. “You’re going to be okay just-“
“No!” You slapped his hands away. “No im not going to be okay! I’m not okay! I need air!”
“You’re having a panic attack,” he reached for you again, “let me help you.”
You stepped back, your eyes widening as the sting of bile rose in your throat. The word PREGNANT has been at the forefront of your mind, repeating on a record.
You wanted kids, but not yet. You’d worked so hard to get where you are now.
You were going to be sick. You couldn’t breathe and you were going to be sick. You felt the bile rise in your throat, the stinging acid that burned as it crawled, the fresh wave of bushes tears making it hard to see as you nearly collapsed from the shock of what had just conspired.
“Are you okay?” Bucky was on you in an instant, an arm wrapped around your waist to steady you. “You’re flush.”
“I need air…” You mumbled under your breath, settling into a panic attack that was sever enough to induce nausea.
“Let me help you upstairs, doll.” Bucky started to help you stand and while his touch was comfortable, it was almost smothering.
His presence as an alpha gave you comfort you knew you needed yet it had also made you feel as if your breathing was even more restricted than it had been. It made you feel as though you were truly gasping for air.
“No!” You pushed him off of you with unknown strength. “No! I need air! I need to be alone!”
You rebuffed him and ran with all you had in you to the exit. You burst through the doors of Stark tower and pressed on even further. You ran until your lungs were burning and your heart was beating like a war drum in your chest and when you finally stopped, you sunk.
You sunk to your knees and wrapped your arms around yourself as you cried, as you screamed your frustrations.
You wanted to be a mother and you wanted your career.
You wanted a baby and you wanted your own mother back.
You wanted a family with Steve and Bucky, and you wanted to see the fruits of your years of hard work.
You cried until you couldn’t anymore. You cried until your voice was horse and your eyes were puffy.
You don’t know how long you were out there, wherever you were. You didn’t know how long you’d spent curled into yourself, crying until your voice was weak. You’d spent your energy running from your anxieties, running from the news that flipped your world upside down.
“It’s okay.” Steve’s voice hit your ears, the suffocating comfort was replaced with gentility. “You’re okay, doll.”
He came to your side and held you, he came to your side and embraced you as you broke down in his arms. You clung to him with as much might as you could gather, silently accepting the shift in comfort as he pulled you into his lap in whatever alley or on whatever street you’d found yourself on.
“You’re going to be okay, sweetheart.” Steve mumbled into your hair, he pressed his lips against the side of your forehead and soothes you with the gentle rocking of his body. “Let me take you home. Please.”
“Take me home.” You went lax in his arms, knowing that you had a lot more processing to go through but it would be better to do it in the comfort of their presence, with them being part of the conversation.
Happy Friday Ya’ll! Just checking in, seeing is everyone is ready for the weekend!
Also, I will have some new stuff out hopefully next week! I’ve been working to catch up on some of my WIP’s and requests, so don’t think I’ve forgotten! With that being said, I’m going to temporarily pause requests so I can catch up and give my whole effort to the ones I have!