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Bucky Barnes x Reader Comfort one shot: The Storm

Bucky Barnes x Reader Comfort one shot: The Storm

Summary/Background:

You’ve been living with Sam Wilson and his sister while you were getting back on your feet and were ready to live on your own. You had rough couple years since the blimp. The day we’re talking about was a normal typical day and clear skies were keeping your spirits up and you were planning to spend the whole day outside. But the sky had another plans for you. Ones that affect you in terrible ways.

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The bright burning sun was baring down on my skin as I was unscrewing a bolt from a panel of the boat. Sam needed help fixing the boat that he promised Sarah he would do in order to keep her from selling it.

I volunteered to help since I’ve crashed at their place for a few months now. Today Sam said he had another helper coming over and he could take over my job whenever he arrived. It had been two hours since he said that this morning.

“So when is your mysterious volunteer coming?” I asked, wiping the sweat that was slowly dripping down to my forehead creases.

“Soon,” Sam said, “hopefully, but knowing him.” He added under his breathe.

A few moment after a man in a black jacket and sunglasses walked up to the boat. Sam notice and rolled his eyes.

“Finally.” He said, gritting his teeth. The man ignored Sam’s comment and walked onto the boat, taking off his glasses and jacket, revealing a more familiar face in a deep blue layered shirt that was a little tight.

“Hi Buck.” I said, smiling slightly surprised to see him here. I had hung out with Bucky Barnes a couple times, being friends with Sam for along time came with being friends with Steve when he was alive and Bucky. Well I was closer to Bucky than Steve.

Bucky turned around matching my smile. “Hi.” He waved. Sam let out an awkward cough bring out attention back to him.

“Okay so Y/n if you want you can take a break and help Sarah inside.” Sam says as I stand up with a hammer in my hand.

“Thank you.” I said dramatically bestowing Bucky with the hammer. He took it, laughing. When I looked up from my bow I saw a smile that made butterflies explode in my stomach. I softly laughed before patting Sam on the shoulder saying, “Good luck you two.”

I retreated to Sam’s sister Sarah’s house. The ac hit me like a wave from the ocean if it was the middle of December. I sighed a sigh of relief and headed toward the refrigerator to get a drink. Two seconds later and two boys rush past me.

“Woah, where are you going in such a hurry.” I ask, Sarah’s sons Aj and Cass. They swirled around.

“Uncle Sam said Bucky was coming.” Aj said, out of breathe.

“Well he’s already here.” I laughed. The boys looked at each other than ran outside.

Sarah came in just as they left. “Dong stay out there too long!” She shouted after her boys.

“Good afternoon, Y/n.”

“Good afternoon.” I responded. “Your brother already hired my replacement. I was probably slowing him down.”

Sarah laughed, getting a cup from the cabinet and filling it with tap water. “no, no don’t take that way, he just didn’t want to put our family’s boat repair on your hands after what happened.”

I looked down at my feet to push the tears away. I had fought them off for so long and I wasn’t gonna let them come right now.

Sarah examined my expression, “Besides, he’s friend has a metal arm and strength of ten men.”

“I don’t think Sam considers him a friend.” I chuckled softly.

“Tell me about it. Those two get along enough to complete a mission but by themselves they can’t stand each other.”

I looked out the window seeing the two men trying to remove more rusting panels off the boat. Sam was using the other end of the hammer head before Bucky used his metal arm to remove it in one lift. I silently laughed at Sam’s expression.

“Oh, it looks like it’s gonna storm here in a few minutes, furiously.” Sarah said, looking out the widow with concentrated eyes studying the sky.

My heartbeat was starting to slowly beat faster. My eyes widen.

“You okay, Y/n?”

I my focus shifted from the dark ominous clouds to Sarah looking at me with concern. “Oh yea, I’m fine, I just remembered I forgot something in the other room this morning.”

She didn’t ask any further. I rushed into one of rooms not caring who’s it was. I close the door trying to catch my breath. Every since I was little I hated thunderstorms. They gave me these severe panic attacks. I thought I would grow out of it but I’m twenty- five years old and they’re still here.

My mom was always there to help me through it. But now it was different, her and dad were gone and the attacks had gotten worse.

I searched through the closet to find something like a blanket or jacket from the closet I was sharing with Sarah, I was freezing which was strange cause I burning up a few minutes ago.

A loud rumble erupted, shaking the house a bit. My breathing was picking up it was making it difficult. I threw the blanket over my body in a tight burrito. I made sure no one was around before I darted to where I was living, the couch, but on side of it trying not to look out the window.

I rocked myself back and forth breathing heavily. I closed my eyes tight, hoping it would be over soon as another rumble made it’s way to my ears.

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Sam wanted me to help with the boat. Well I guess he needed me to help, since he would never want my help. As I made my way over to the boat I saw two people working on the edge of the boat. Sam was one and the other was a girl, Y/n. He fought the urge of the smile creeping onto his face.

Sam of course said something snarky. I mentally eye rolled I took off my jacket and sunglasses ready to get started.

“Hi Buck.” I hear Y/n say behind me. She was helping Sam until I arrived. I turned to face her sun lit face, with the sun bringing out her beautiful eye color. She was smiling brightly.

Now the smile I had couldn’t be kept off. “Hey.” I responded I wanted to keep the conversation between us but Sam interrupt annoyed and uncomfortable.

Sam told Y/n that she could go inside and she did leaving me out here with the impossible man to get along with. “Okay what do want me to do.”

About five minutes later in the sun baking my face in extreme heat. Two boys came out of the house and onto the boat.

“Uncle Sam where’s Bucky?” One of the boys asked. I was behind a large piece of metal, there for hidden. I stood up after hearing my name.

The boys stopped a gaped at me like I was some stature at the museum. I waved my vibranium arm. “Hey.”

“H-hi.” One boy said, I think his name was Aj.

“Hi.” Cass said.

“Okay okay you said your hellos,now we got a lot of work to do so either started tearing old rusting panels or go find something to do.” Sam said, half annoyed at the attention I was getting and half laughing at his nephews surprise.

The boys ran off. Twenty minutes had passed before another word was spoken.

“So, Y/n.” I started, carefully crafted my next words.

“Yeah, what about Y/n?”Sam says suspiciously.

“I mean like, why does she stay with you guys?” I asked, I wanted to ask other questions like if she was single or I don’t know.

Sam looked at me, still suspicious. “Well I’ve known her for eleven years and her whole family including her was blipped for five years and once they return to their house it was run by some gang who shot all of them, except Y/n who escaped. Since she lost her home I offered her this place. She says she leave as soon as she gets back on her feet.”

I was to stunned to speak. I had known her for a few months, but not nearly long enough for her to tell me the whole story. “Oh my god, I didn’t know.” I uttered.

“Of course you wouldn’t she’s very private about her life and doesn’t trust very easily.”

It was horrible what happened and I made a mental note to go and give my condolences to her after we were done. “What about the gang?”

My mind the second after I heard was why she didn’t want to confront the gang who did this to her family.

“Killed themselves.”

“Oh.” I said looking down at my feet.

A distant rumble distracted my thoughts. Thunder roared again, Signaling a storm coming.

“We should probably get inside.” Sam said.

I stopped for second, “It should be fine for a little bit.”

“No, not just for us, for Y/n.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, concerned and confused.

Sam didn’t answer he jumped off the boat and started fast paced waking to the house. I followed, call after him.

“What the hell are you talking about, Sam, what do you mean for Y/n?” I questioned finally catching up to him.

We got inside the house as another roar boomed through the house, shaking it a little.

Y/n was no where in the living room/ kitchen. Sam looked around for her but to no avail.

“I’ll check my sister’s room.” Sam said before darting off.

I kept my mind racing on what the storm possibly could relate to Y/n. “Y/n!” I called.

A faint call of my name came from the side of the couch. I walked over there seeing a lump of blankets surrounding a larger lump of a person consumed by a fleece blanket.

I kneeled down and slowly pulled back the blanket. What I saw broke my heart. “Y/n?”

She looked up with tears staining her faces and relief expression. “Bucky.”

“What happened, are you okay?” I asked, scouting closer.

Her breathing was rushed and hurried. Like she just got back from running. She was hugging her legs close to her chest.

“I- I don- don’t. . .She trailed off. Lightning flashed into the room followed by a roll of thunder. Tears swam her beautiful eyes before streaming down her face like a waterfall.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay.” I say, trying to calm her down. I knew what this was, a panic attack, I get them all the time, and I understand how scary they can be. Especially when your alone. I nodded to the spot next to her. She nodes slightly. I scooted in next to her covering my self in blankets and gentle put my arm around her.

“Okay look at me.” I say softly. She steadily looked into my eyes and I feel her try to take a deep breathe. “Just breathe in, like this.” I inhale slowly, she does the same. “And breathe out slowly.”

We both exhale and repeat I can feel her heartbeat steadily come back to normal speed. A rumble sounds off again. She looks away worried. “Hey, it’s okay just look at me.”

We lock eyes again. “Keep breathing in and out and count backwards from ten, okay?”

She nods and inhales and exhales again. She was counting inside her head. I waited a few moments to ask what caused this.

“So is it because of the storm?” I ask quietly.

Silence. “Yeah, I’ve been getting these panic attacks ever since I was little. It’s gotten worse recently.”

I nod and try to keep her breathing slowly and calmly. “Have you been getting them alone?”

“Yeah I haven’t had one in a couple of months since my mom. . .”

I stayed d silent, not wanting to push her anywhere she’s not comfortable.

“Something about a thunderstorm and the pounding rain just makes everything seem like the world is closing in. I just started to panic.”

I nodded, “I understand, I get them to along with nightmares. It’s just my past still haunts me, like ghost. I just remember where I am now and remain breathing slowly until I’m calm and take control of my fear.”

I studied her face. Every detail that was tense, relaxed. He didn’t know her as well as Sam, but he wanted her to be okay, he had had these and didn’t want her to go through any pain like he did. He wanted to keep her wrapped up in this blanket keeping her safe from the hell outside. But he knew he couldn’t she was her own person, he was just comforting her at this moment. She was not his.

She leaned in closer to my chest. I tighten my grip around her. Her breathing was steady. Eyes closed. “Thank you Bucky.”

“No problem, I’ll be here if you need me.” I whispered then softly planted a kiss on her the top of her head.

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I was feeling like a the world was craving in on me. The rain pounded harder and harder with the thunder a companying it. As I was rocking back and forth feeling like I was going to faint, the sound of a door opening a two male voices.

“What the hell are you talking about, Sam.” Bucky said, annoyed. Something about his voice made me slightly relieved. Sam said something but my ears felt like they turned off everything in the world. Footsteps receded and then I hear Bucky call my name.

“Y/n!”

“Bucky” I said softly. A few moments passed and Bucky was at my make shift blanket fort. He pulled my blanket back making me squint for a bit to adjust to the light.

He joined me in my comfort fort. He swing his arm around my shoulders bringing me closer to him. The warmth radiating off him brought my shivering to an end. He calmed me down. No one has every done that besides my mom before. I knew at that moment he was someone special to me. I fell asleep moments after we finished talking. I felt a soft kiss being placed at the top of my head.

I smiled against his chest, sleep replacing my fears and the thunderstorm faded away.

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I almost drifted off to sleep like Y/n was. I carefully looked down at her to see her peacefully sleeping in my arms. A smile crept onto my face, a feeling I haven’t felt in a long time surfaced. Pure happiness and peace.

“Hey Buck—” Sam walked in. I gave him a death stare at the nickname.

I put my finger to over my mouth, shushing him. I then pointed down to Y/n sleeping. Sam mouthed ‘oh’ and smirked at what I was doing. The smirk turned into a smile. I understood that it was his sign of a thank you. He walked way and the storm was calming down to a peaceful rain almost like a waterfall, hushing us to sleep.

I wrote this one mainly as a comfort for me or anyone who has anxiety around thunderstorms. Bucky is one of my main comfort characters so he’s the one I wanted to be in this one shot.

Also sorry about how long this is. I didn’t want to stop writing lol.

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metal arms and short skirts | bucky barnes. [3.]

summary: waltzing in as the new head of the Avenger's medical division, impressing everyone, and... scaring Bucky with your incredibly short skirts. while bucky's having a hard time looking at his arm as anything other than a deadly weapon, you're more than happy to help him.

word count: 4.9k

a/n : i started this with an upload schedule but it went completely out the window, oops. and i’m taking request for bucky onshots rn. not beta’d/brief proof reading

outfit reference here

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Bucky woke up the next morning happier than usual, more excited to start the day, just wanting to see you. Even if it was just a moment in the hallways while you busied yourself with work. A part of himself was relieved at the fact he didn't have to purposely injure himself just to see you, Natasha was starting to get suspicious when he took hits or pulled punches.

As he woke up, Bucky planned it all out. Sam was going to come by soon to go on a run, then Bucky would take a shower (he also decided midst his sleep he needs to make himself more pretty for you), grab some food and coffee and drop by the lab.

Enduring all the teasing by Sam towards Bucky while making laps around the compound, they both easily made it around the new recruits. Shower, done. Bucky thought about you the entire time, not in a creepy way, it was endearing. He took a much-needed walk through the city nearby; you can only spend so much time in the compound without feeling suffocated, and found some hipster coffee shop that reminded him of you. Bucky thought about taking you on another date, hopefully soon. Grabbed some pumpkin bread and a coffee that he totally didn't have to ask Natasha about. Back in the 40s, bucky can't remember coffee being made any other way than just– one way.

Bucky walked back into the compound with a little skip in his step, which didn't go unnoticed by the others. It wasn’t every day that the infamous winter soldier didn't trudge around the compound - scowl permanently on his face.

The familiar head of hair showed behind the panels of glass, vaguely showing into your lab. Bucky's steps falter slightly as he observes you at work, so focused and concentrated on whatever task was in front of you. Bucky admired your intelligence and confidence far more than he had expected. You had practically swept him off his feet with it.

Trying not to startle or disturb you, Bucky slowly slid the door open, balancing your coffee and food in hand. You were balancing on a small stool as you reached for some hidden files at the very top of a bookcase.

Bucky opened his mouth to greet you, and just as the first syllable came out. You let out a high-pitched yelp and flinched back, the files dropping from your hand and falling all over the floor. Bucky watched as your chunky heel caught on the stool, losing your footing and now free falling. But bucky was quicker, he dropped everything and brought his arms out to catch you before you fell backward to the floor.

A metal arm wrapped around your upper waist and flesh hand steadying your legs on the ground, so they don't give out. You're perfectly placed hair now messy, and bucky looking down at you with wide eyes.

“Shit–” he breathed, “are you okay?”

You don't say anything at first, you are caught starstruck staring back up at bucky. A dazed smile grows to your ears. “I am now.”

Bucky can't bite back the giddy smile that grows on his face. “You should be more careful.”

“Why would I when I have a night in shining…” your bright eyes look down at the arm that wrapped around your body. “Metal watching over me?”

Bucky grows red at the acknowledgment of his arms that are still wrapped around you, and the closeness between your body and his. Only a few inches separate your lips, and bucky's eyes go wide from embarrassment.

“Oh, I'm sorry!” he panics, slowly letting go of you. You stand up straight now and gaze going straight at the large puddle of spilled coffee across the floor, next to the file you dropped.

“you, uh– dropped your coffee.” you point out.

“Christ, I'm so sorry.” bucky says, flustered to hell as he instantly goes for a roll of paper towels sitting on the table. God- he feels like such a mess. So much for the plan. “Fuck, really I’m sorry. I went all the way across town to get coffee for you, and I wanted to surprise you with it– fucking hell, I had to ask Nat what your order was, and then I just spill it, making a mess of your space. I’m such an idiot, I'm… I'm rambling, sorry.”

You looked stunned and dazed with towels in your hand, stopping when you began to listen to Bucky's rant. Slowly growing flustered. Bucky turns around, worry laced on his face as he waits for your reaction, expecting you to lecture him for making a mess. He feels so stupid–

“You got me coffee?” your mouth gapes open and bucky can't help but think you looked adorable standing in front of him.

Rising to his feet, a sheepish smile on his face as he goes faces you. “Yeah and, uh, bread. Pumpkin bread.”

“Is the bread okay?”

Bucky turns his head to where he stood only a few minutes ago, eyes landing on the bag. Bending to pick it up to see a perfectly good loaf, only a little smushed on the bottom. Bucky forces a smile as he hands them to you. “Still edible.”

“Thank you so much.” you beam up at him, quickly grabbing the bag. Quicker than Bucky can think, you close the distance between you and him, standing on your toes to give him a peck on his cheek. All happening so quickly that bucky got whiplash, blinking rapidly to himself as you walk past him to clean up the rest of the mess.

“Hey, no. I got it.” bucky objects, grabbing the towel from you. “It's my mess and you might get your outfit dirty.”

It's then when Bucky notices your outfit today, a baby blue dress that he can only think matches the shade of his eyes (whether it was intentional on your end or not: but it so was), strapless and fitting your body nicely. Stopping at your mid-thigh– which felt expected now, but bucky still grew a little flustered as his eyes lingered. Your usual white goo goo boots, which had resulted in your fall.

“Thank you, bucky.” you smile, going to gather the files spread out on the floor.

It doesn't take long at all for Bucky to clean up the floor and follow you to one of the less crowded areas of the lab, you were almost messier than tony- almost. You’d pulled a chunk from the bread and offered him some, which bucky took gladly as you ate your own piece.

“So what brings you here besides spilling coffee and giving out bread?” you start, looking at bucky with the softest eyes ever. Successfully pulling at bucky's heartstrings and leaving him breathless.

“Maybe I just wanted to see you.” Bucky shrugs.

You smile sweetly, “then I'd say I'm glad, because I wanted to see you too.”

Bucky leans back from the edge of the table, biting the side of his cheek. “Well, I don't want to hold you up.” bucky silently motioned to the door, but your hand goes to him before he can move.

“Stay, I'm not busy.” you smile.

Bucky blinks once, twice before he leans back in. “okay. You sure?”

You bit the bottom of your lip and nodded, a giddy smile on your face. Bucky can't seem to grasp how he could have made you smile like that, so beautiful.

“Last night was fun.” you start, gaze not leaving bucky.

Bucky nods in agreement, not noticing the way you stepped a few inches closer to him. “I'm glad.”

Your eyes flickered to bucky's lip and he swears he stopped breathing at that moment, his body moving closer to yours. A part of bucky doesn't understand how you could make him feel this way, how you can light a spark in him that he was so positive burnt out decades ago. Make his heart thumps so loudly you didn't need to be a super soldier to hear. How you could make him blush so easily and seemingly command his body closer to you.

Now bucky's eyes catch your lips, and your hand ghost above his waist. Faces only a few inches between them and bucky's senses are on overdrive as he can smell the vanilla and lavender on your body. Bucky closes the space between you two, slanting his lips on yours. Tasting the pumpkin spice as you kissed him.

A smile graces his lips as you lean into his touch, now snaking his arms around your waist. Your hands are brought up to his jaw and around his neck. Bucky is in a pure state of bliss and he’s sure his soul is ready to leave his body.

“Hey! No making out in the lab, especially with my best worker.” Tony's Starks shrill voice breaks the two of you apart, drowning in your own pools of embarrassment. A coldness washes over Bucky's body.

“Tony! Jesus Christ, what is it with people sneaking up on me today?” you think out loud, and collect yourself and stand up straight. “What brings you by?”

“You got a meeting with Dr. Pym at 4 and Helen is flying in at 7 to do some test of the new regeneration project.“ Tony hands a folder to you, a thick one with large, red letters spelling out ‘[Classified]’ on them. Tony's eyes catch bucky’s, a smirk rises to his face. “And Barnes, maybe ask your girlfriend about that thing tomorrow night.”

Your eye perks up and beam towards Bucky, Tony sending a quick wink toward Bucky as he continues down the hall. “What thing?” you ask him.

“This gala, it’s at the Stark tower on Saturday. Natasha says it's just PR for the most part, to talk to politicians and press mostly.'' Bucky starts, realizing what Tony meant now, starting to fidget with his fingers.

“Would you like to go with me? As a date?”

You blink once, twice, and stare in awe as bucky's nervously darts his eyes around the room, avoiding your gaze. “Really?”

“Yeah, if you're busy though-”

“Yes.” you smile brightly, leaving bucky breathless once again.

Bucky chews on his cheek, “really?”

“Yes.” you begin to close the gap again, “I’d be more than happy to go with you.”

Bucky starts to realize how much control he lacks around you, the constant feeling in his heart that tugs him towards you. He feels lighter; yet more nervous around you. Your eyes follow him, and bucky’s tongue swipes across his lips for a quick moment. Close enough to feel his breath again.

“Can I kiss you again?'' Bucky asks, almost breathless.

Your lip quirks up into a small smirk, playfully narrowing your eyes in his direction. Your chin raises up high to reach him. “Hmm, can you? Don't you have somewhere to be, sergeant?”

Bucky's heart flutters at the use of his rank, the way your voice sounds smooth as honey when you teased him. A part of him wants to just take you now, in the middle of your lab, with the risk of anyone walking.

“I don't know, do I?” bucky plays dumb, attempting to match your playful tone.

You lean in close and give bucky a quick peck on his lips, far too short for bucky to be satisfied. Maybe even lighting a bigger flame in his stomach, aching for more of you. “Maybe a mission?”

Bucky groans, his head falling limp and his long, brunette hair falling in his face. “Don't remind me.”

“Come on.” you smack your lips, wrapping your hands around his face as you push his head back upright. Revealing a dopey smile, warmth courses through bucky at your touch. His worries simply melt away: as if it's that easy. Your thumb lightly caressed his cheek. “I’m sure Steve is looking for you, go kicks some Hydra agent's ass so you can come back and we can dance at a fancy gala.”

“You make it sound so easy, doll.” bucky sighs, his mouth pouts as he leans into your touch.

You pull his face in, kissing him once again. With a sweet and innocent kiss, bucky's hand raises to ghost over your waist before you pull back. “Go be a hero for me.”

Bucky wants to protest, but you are already playfully pushing him near the exit of your lab. A grin is painted on both of your faces, and bucky's gaze is dripping with adoration for you.

“No, I want to stay.” bucky wines, lingering at your door. “Don't get rid of me.”

“Get back safe for me, yeah?” you spoke.

Buckys exhales, studying your face for a moment. Memorizing your features, almost as if he'd forget. A smile grows as he pecks your lips once more. “Fine, get rid of me.”

“Tell the other I said ‘have a safe mission’” you say, as bucky steps out of the lab. Giving you one more sweet smile.

“Will do!” bucky shouts, just as you leave his sight and head back into your lab.

Once the sliding glass doors close and you have a moment to yourself, your hand clutches your heart. Feeling it pound rapidly against your chest, your face feels warm. Bucky's touch lingers on your waist and lips, already missing him.

******

Dust filled bucky's lungs as his eyes began to flutter open, coughing roughly as he regained his consciousness. A sharp pain shot through his entire body, and bucky tried to flip to his side but he couldn't seem to move. Bucky’s eyes scan the area, and black spots filled his vision, but he could see the remains of the hydra facility everywhere.

Only a few moments ago, bucky stood close to Steve and Sam as they searched through the supposedly abandoned facility. But their intel was either wrong or the mission was compromised because a group of a dozen agents crashed through one of the doors.

Ending up in a fight, separating the three, and just as bucky had one of the last agents pinned down by the throat, he pulled out a beeping device. In red digital letter counted down to zero. Before Bucky couldn’t yell out to take cover, everything went up in flames with a ground rattling boom. Bucky must have hit his head and fallen unconscious for a moment, only now waking back up.

Bucky attempted to get up again, but his left arm wouldn't budge. Between heavy pants, his gaze fell down to his arm. The sharp pain coursing through his body came from the nerve endings from his still human shoulder being pushed up against his metal arm, being crushed from the biceps to his hand. Stuck under a huge slab of concrete.

Trying to pull it out of the rouble, flinching as he feels the metal connecting to his shoulder strain. His shoulder muscles feel like their being torn apart at every single flinch or small movement. A strained groan escaped his lip, attempting to push the concrete away with his right, but it was too heavy.

Bucky hears the faint sound of dragged footsteps, the dust still swarming through the air. Only seeing a figure dressed in black slowly get up from the crash. Bucky narrows his eyes to try and make out who.

“Sam?’ Bucky's voice is graveled and quiet. Followed by a choked cough.

The person did not respond or turn to bucky, bucky's vision starts coming back slowly. The man that stood across the room was not Sam or Steve. With a tentacle tattoo peeping from his collar, bucky's heart picked up, the man's gun cocked back and pointed down to the floor. Just above a passed-out sam, blood soaking his shirt.

Bucky's gun stood a few feet away from him, panic coursing through his body as he tried to reach for it. With his left hand stuck under the rubble, he couldn't move. Bucky braced himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to slide his arm out. He winched and cried through bared teeth as he pulled, and pulled. His shoulder felt like it was being torn apart, because– well, it was.

His hand touched the gun and with absolutely no hesitation, Bucky aimed at the Hydra agent's head and pulled the trigger. The man's body fell limp and hit the ground with a thud before he could set fire to Sam.

A heavy exhale left bucky's lips, relief coursed through his body knowing Sam wasn't in immediate danger at the hands of the agents. Bucky's head turned back towards his arm, his breath hitched at the sight. His metal arm was torn in half, severed wires spark at his biceps where it was torn.

Bucky's breath picked up and his chest heaved, anxiety coursing through his body as flashbacks from the alps came crashing in. blood and nazis standing above him as they found him barely alive, the cold snow soaking through his uniform as they dragged him through the canyon.

Black spotted his vision again as he tried to gather to his feet, he needed to check on Sam, he’s bleeding– Steve, wheres Steve? Are all the agents dead? Bucky's chest felt heavy, and his head lulled around as he grew dizzy. Fuck– his shoulder hurts like hell. Where is his comms? Are they damaged? Did agent hill hear the place blow? Is someone coming? Get up, Barnes!

Bucky choked on his own thoughts, his knees giving out before he couldn't even stand fully. He hit the ground, and everything went black.

*****

“So you and bucky? How'd the date go?” you could hear Natasha smirk from behind your back. She sat on a counter of your lab, hanging around just as Helen arrived.

“Did you melt the poor old man's heart?” Clint added, who also followed Natasha in here and decided to hang around. You enjoyed the company as you worked.

You smiled ear to ear to yourself, flipping through your files on some Stark tech you were assigned to look at. Trying to bite back the grin as you turned to face the two, a poor job as well considering Clint didn't miss a beat at teasing you.

“It was good, better than I expected,” you spoke. “He asked me to the gala tomorrow night.”

“You're welcome,” Natasha smirked, bringing a bottle of water to her mouth.

“I can’t believe you're actually taking time aside to date, you've never batted an eye towards romance while working before,” Helen adds.

“Well, it's a lot easier when he's at your work.”

Clint opened his mouth to say something, probably some teasing comment. But it was abruptly cut off by the loud shouts and cries of your name down the hall. Everyone in the room perked their head up, Natasha was quick on her feet to crane her neck out into the hallway.

A gasp escaped Natasha's lips as her gaze fell on whoever was yelling, instantly rushing out of the lab. You dropped everything as another cry for your help echoed through the compound.

Into the hallway stood Steve, holding onto a half-conscious Sam with a trail of blood in his wake. Close behind stood a grimey bucky, down an arm and in obvious pain.

“Shit!” you gasped, turning to Helen. “Sam's critical, get out a stretcher and an IV.”

You rush down the hall, your heel echoing as you stop to pull Sam over your shoulder. Examining the wound as best you can as you help Steve drag him toward the lab. It looks to be a large gash on his right side, and an exit wound. Which was a good thing considering what could have been.

“I need to get him steady and into surgery asap!” you shout down the hall toward Helen, “what the hell happened?”

“Ambush, they blew the building before we could even think to take cover. I think Sam fell on some metal rod.” Steve spoke through heavy pants.

“He’ll be okay, he’ll be okay.” you repeat, almost as if you're speaking to yourself. Steve helping you lay Sam over the stretcher as they wheel him off into the surgery room. you leave him in Helen's hands as she and Steve follow him. You fall back and turn to bucky with worry laced in your features.

“Holy shit, bucky.” you gasp at the sight, blood soaked his clothes; unsure if it belonged to him or not. Grime and dirt painted his skin, and his arm was gone. Wires severed and sparked as the metal panels were crushed and cut into sharp edges.

“I’m okay, doll. It's not as bad as it lo-”

Bucky can barely finish his sentence before you're aggressively grabbing at him and shoving him into the lab. “Are you hurt? What happened– holy shit, are you okay?” you rattled out faster than you could think. Eyes frantically checking over bucky as your hand's ghost over his body.

“My shoulder feels like it's on fire, but i'm okay.” he looks down at the blood-soaking pants, bucky sighs. “none of this blood is mine.”

“Get on the table, please. Let me look at you– fuck, are you sure you’re okay?” your practically push him onto a bench, already tearing at his jacket to take a look at your shoulder. Bucky can't help but think under different circumstances he'd enjoy this. Ripping off the fabric and seeing the scars around the metal, all raw and distressed from the pulling.

Bucky winced when your hand grazed above the scars, you instantly recoiled with a slew of apologies. Your gaze lands on the severed arm and crushed metal.

“I'm gonna have to reconstruct an entirely new arm, there's no way I can build off this. Especially since it's a foreign design.” you sigh, a small light clicks and you begin looking up into the wiring. Bucky listens intently, trying to ignore the sharp pain coursing through his shoulder and chest. “I'll need to get you into a chair and probably sedate you so we can remove the rest of it.”

Bucky flinches back from your touch, his breath hitches at your words. “What?”

Between the flashbacks and the mention of the chair, bucky is finding it too easy to fall back into that old mindset. Even the mention of the chair brings back the tingling feeling of electricity coursing through his brain just to break him down, only to attempt to build Bucky into something else. A monster.

You notice bucky’s change in demeanor, the way he curls into himself and closes off from you. You step back and away from his bubble to give him space. “I have to get this done soon, okay?”

Bucky is hesitant in his response, too distracted by the heavy breath as his panic sets in. the room feels too hot and suffocating. He notices the blood on your baby blue dress and bucky over the edge as he looks at you in horror, beginning to mix reality and flashbacks as memories of Hydra shake him to his core.

“Bucky? Talk to me, please. Breathe.” you speak softly, attempting to bring him down from his panic attack.

You crane your neck to meet his gaze, icy blue eyes brimming with tears. Slowly, you bring your hand up to graze against his cheek, giving bucky enough time to reject your touch. He doesn't, slowly bucky leans into it, chasing after your warmth and comfort. His breath starts to steady.

“Bucky?”

Bucky hums in response, “I’m sorry.”

“Please don't apologize.” you sigh. “I just need to get this fixed, and soon.”

Bucky hesitates, “I trust you.” is all he can manage to say.

You nod, making sure Bucky saw your movement. “I won't have anyone do anything to you that you're not comfortable with, yeah?” bucky nods, your hand planted on his shoulder and back; guiding him to an area to get him ready. “I’ll go get some anesthetics for you, make a few calls and we can get started. Just you and me.”

“Just you and me.” bucky repeats under his breath, following you with no hesitation now. His hands shook but his features were more at ease.

Bucky would be okay as long as it was you.

******

Many hours later watching over an unconscious bucky as you worked on totally getting rid of the hunk of metal, and having to reprogram the nerve endings to connect with an entirely new one. You had to rush to get a few messy doodles and designs that you'd done on your own time to be completed, as well as calling a few favors from the Wakandan research center and waiting for the shipment to come from the princess of Wakanda herself, who is also a close friend of yours. And conveniently owed you a few favors.

Helen and Tony offered their help more than enough times but you kept up Bucky's deal, despite how cramped and tired your hands got, just you and him. You had to respect that.

Sam was in surgery and already making good progress. a part of you thanked the timing for Helen being here because she is a far better surgeon than you, you were better with things made of metal or had programming, not human bodies. Sam would not be having as good a recovery under your hands. You were sure Natasha and Steve were doing their rounds to both Bucky and Sam, every 20-30 minutes one of the two would check in on the super soldier. Steve would linger longer with a sympathetic look casting over his face, you didn't mind the company.

Some small part of you grew relieved as you took away the red star from him, knowing his past and some of your own personal run-ins with Hydra. Feeling pride knowing you could give him an arm he'd feel less disgusted with, attempting to tend to his jarring scars that connected man to metal. But some were just too healed to do anything about it.

Bucky lay there for hours, a peaceful look as his features softened making him look a few decades younger. You wondered if this was the longest he’d slept peacefully in a while, no twitching of the eyebrow or jaw indicating a nightmare or waking. He looked happy, younger– your gaze lingered far too long a few times, Natasha having to snap you out of your stares with a snarky comment. Bucky began to resemble the boy in the photos hung around the Captain America exhibit.

Your fingers traced against the gold lines as you finished, feeling the sleek black vibranium against your skin. It was cold, yet to be warmed by bucky's body heat.

Grabbing a bottle of water that sat to the side, one Clint dropped off in the middle of a very intense moment in rewiring the arm to his nerves. Taking a few sips as you stretched your legs and began to clean your area, expecting bucky to wake soon. You'd be here when he woke up.

Until you looked down at yourself and realized you still wore the blue dress with Sam's blood stained all over it, some dripping down to your shoes. A frustrated groan escaped your lips, calling over Steve to watch over Bucky so you could change. Wondering why no one had half the mind to point it out.

You had a small locker reserved for you at the compound, you didn't use it much since you didn't live here. Only a few extra toiletries for overnight jobs and workout clothes, settling on grey sweats and a tight-fitting grey crop top, long sleeves, and an interesting cut-out around the neck and shoulder.

Your steps didn't echo like they would with your heels, slightly startling bucky at the sudden change when you walked into the room. Your eyes met him as he sat across from Steve, flexing and squeezing his vibranium hand. His head perked up once he noticed your presence, you smiled at him to ease any worries as he adjusted to the new arm.

Steve read the tension in the room, smacking his lips. “Well, I'll leave you two for a moment,” he said before slipping past you to leave the room.

“You feel okay?” you asked, instantly coming to Bucky's side.

Bucky looked down wide-eyed at the pitch-black vibranium, his mouth gaping open slightly as watched the panels move and adjust in amazement. “Yeah, different.”

“It should take a little to adjust to the feeling, I tried my best,” you responded quietly.

“Best?” Bucky's eyes met yours, “this is amazing, it looks like a piece of art– like it deserves to be in a museum and not me.”

Your cheeks warmed at the compliment, shying away from bucky. “It deserves to be on you, and I just made the design just for you. The Wakandas produced most of it– which by the way, they have legal ownership of your arm technically since it's vibranium.”

Bucky's eyebrow quirked up. “Is that something I should be worried about?”

“Oh! No, just don't piss them off or they might take it back.” you laughed, bucky smiling along.

“noted.”

“Okay, do the arm thing,” you said, your back sitting up straighter with an amused smile painted across your face. Bucky rolled his eyes and reluctantly did it.

“Anything new I should know about?”

You hummed, thinking for a moment. “Not that I know of, I didn't want to do anything without your permission. I’ll look over the files Shuri sent with it later, you can look them over too.”

“Okay.” bucky nodded, looking back toward his new arm. Running his right hand along the golden ridges on his palm. “It's beautiful really, thank you.”

“Anything for you,” you spoke, sinicerity in your eyes.

Bucky's heart warmed at your reply, trying to bite back his smile; but ultimately failing.

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#5

Pretty boy

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Best friends always tease each other. You always liked teasing Steve…but what if some words affect Steve more, than he lets you see it? After a failed mission, Steve needs more than just your teasing...

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sub!Steve Rogers x (female)dom!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, subspace [m] , needy!Steve, oral [messy blowjob], hint of mommy kink, crying, pet names like; pretty boy, good boy, Stevie, Madame, mistress

Because of the subspace it could be seen as dub-con but not really. I’ll just want to say it in case someone’s sees it that way.

If you feel uncomfortable with any of these above, this onshot may not be for you!

Have in mind English is not my first language! There could be some mistakes-let me know.

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348 notes - Posted November 10, 2022

#4

Could u do a best friends dad Steve Rogers x reader smut plz if possible🥰

Thank you for the request!<3 hope you’ll like it, let me know!

There is a bit of fluff and of course the smut-with a happy ending! Enjoy<3

If you’re here only for the smut and nothing else, skip to the part where reader gets out of the shower😝 I wanted to keep it short but…I couldn’t.😂 It’s filthy. I feel dirty. ;p

What you deserve

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After you caught your-now ex-boyfriend cheating, your best friend let you stay over for the night…there was only one problem.

Her unbelievably hot dad.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: BestFriendsDad!Steve Rogers & Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Age gap [ Steve is in his mid 40s, reader in early 20s], cheating [ from readers Ex], past Steve x Peggy[ not really mentioned] , forbidden / hidden romance, smut, oral f receiving], fingering, unprotected sex [ don’t be silly wrap your willy] p in v, finger sucking, size kink, overstimulation, squirting, cum eating, taking pictures/videos, petnames; sweetheart, angel, sweetie , baby

Keep in mind English is not my first language! There can be some mistakes. Just let me know:)

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371 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

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Getting to know you

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: During one of Starks famous party’s you and Steve…get to know each other better.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Steve Rogers x Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: alcohol, drinking game [ truth or dare], smut, technically dub-con since both of them are drunk, dirty talk, slight Captain kink, fingering, oral ( F ), unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy ), hangovers

Please let me know if I need to add something.

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425 notes - Posted November 9, 2022

#2

Safe

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You ran away from your abusive ex....after a few months he came looking for you. Good for you, you had such a great neighbour.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: (neighbour)Steve Rogers x Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: abusive ex(called Matthew here), talking about toxic relationships, a slight injury

This idea came in my mind while watching the show 911

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588 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Keep you quiet

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve and you never liked each other. You always bickered, even on missions-which brought you in this situation; on you knees.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Steve Rogers x reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: enemies/rivals to...lovers?, smut, oral [M receiving], dom/sub undertones, Dom!steve, sub!reader, slightly mean Steve, size kink?, dumbification/degradation kink, slight Captain kink [blink and you miss it], dry humping, boot humping,  rough oral, rough treatment, face-fucking, cum swallowing, semi-public, allusion to threesome Tell me if I need to add anything

Keep in mind English is not my first language!

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1,240 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

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my arms will hold you

summary // you and bucky are having your first child. [established! bucky barnes x fem!reader]

words // 7.7K (wowza) 

warnings // pregnancy, birth, brief mention of religion, excessive use of the nickname pretty girl, depiction of labor, post endgame, post tfatws. steve didn’t go back in time but no other changes to endgame ending. i hate the word belly so it’s literally not used at all sorry, it’a majority fluff!

notes // this got away from me, it was supposed to be short lol check out the iconic song you’ll be in my heart by phil collins! from the tarzan soundtrack! i researched a lot for this so hopefully it makes sense & works well!!

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7 Weeks 

You hope they have his eyes. Bright, blue and sparkling. You stare down at the three tests before you, all clear and unambiguously positive. 

A laugh bubbles out of you, full of joy and absolutely thrilled as you think of how long you’ve been trying and waiting for this. How happy Bucky will be. How happy you are. 

You hear your front door open and close which immediately makes you pick up one of the positive tests. “Bucky!” You call out in pure excitement, unwilling to wait and tell him the news any other day. 

He barely has the chance to put his bag down before you’re jumping into his arms. Your legs wrap around his hips as his hands come up to grip your thighs and hold you up. 

“Pretty girl.” He laughs as you pepper kisses across his face. “What’s got you so happy? I was only gone for three days!” 

You pull back to look him in the eye. He’s watching you with a bemused smile which makes you giggle. He has no idea of the test in your right hand or the other two sitting in your shared bathroom. 

“I’m pregnant.” You breathe out. His eyes trace over you as you bite down the smile threatening to break out on your face. You wrap an arm around his neck as you pull the hand holding the test in between the two of you. His eyes immediately snap to the test and you’re sure he can’t actually read it in this position, but you’re too excited to care. 

He shakes his head in shock. “You’re pregnant?” He asks softly. There was a happy lilt to his tone that lets you know his silence isn’t anger or nerves but just him struggling to figure out if this is real. 

You nod your head rapidly and can no longer hold back your smile. “Three tests. All of them say yes to there being a baby Barnes in eight or nine months.” 

His smile appears slowly, but it’s beautiful and bright as he gently places you back on your feet. “Fuck.” He laughs before pulling you into a kiss. 

It’s all smiles and one of the messiest kisses you’ve ever had, but definitely one of the best too. When he pulls back, he’s breathing heavily and he rests his forehead against yours. “I love you.” He whispers. 

His look is full of unadulterated love and affection, a look you’re sure you’re returning tenfold. “I love you more.” 

His hands move to your waist and he hoists you up again. “Not fucking possible, pretty girl.” He mumbles into your neck as he begins to press soft kisses to your skin. 

10 Weeks. 

Your foot is shaking anxiously on the edge of the exam table as your eyes filter around the room. You had been in this gynecologist office many times, but today you can’t help but feel anxious as you wait for your doctor. The nurse had already come in and done your pre-physical checks; Weight, blood pressure, and some questions. 

Bucky leans forward and wraps his hand around your ankle gently. “Relax, pretty girl.” He’s pulled up the guest chair so it’s next to you as you two wait. 

You chew on your nail nervously as you stare down at him. “What if I got your hopes up? What if it was a false positive?” You can’t help but feel like maybe you had jumped the gun in telling Bucky the day you had taken the test. 

Bucky’s hand moves up your leg until it’s resting right above your knee. “Then I’ll take you home and we’ll try again. I have no problem with trying for babies with you, pretty girl.” His hand slides further up and you laugh as you push it away. 

“Buck! I’m serious.” You groan. You hear footsteps outside your door and freeze before they fade away. “What if-“

“-Stop.” He says firmly. “I’m serious too. Then we try again. Maybe it’ll hurt for a while, but we'll get through it together.” He reaches up and pulls your hand away from your face before wrapping it in between both of his. “And I’m no doctor, but I’m sure three false positives is pretty rare.” 

Your heads snap up as the door opens and your doctor steps in along with a nurse. She turns to you both with a bright smile as the nurse shuts the door softly. 

“I hear somebody thinks they’re pregnant!” The nurse sits by the computer in the room as she comes to stand beside you. 

You nod slowly. “Me.” You shake your head in embarrassment. “Obviously. I’m the one with the vagina.” You flinch, but can’t stop the words from tumbling out. “I took three tests and they all came out positive. He says false positives are pretty rare, but he’s also not a doctor or scientist. He didn’t even go to college-“ You’re rambling on out of nerves. “Sorry. That came out wrong. I love you.” You say quickly glancing at Bucky before looking back at your doctor. 

Bucky laughs as she watches you with amused eyes. “He’s right though! False positives are far rarer than false negatives.” She pulls the stool towards your table and sits down next to you. 

You let out a deep breath. “That’s good to know.” Bucky squeezes your hand gently in a relax, I told you. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Mr. Barnes. I’m Dr. O.” She reaches her right hand across you, Bucky glances at you nervously before holding out his left hand to meet her. She doesn’t acknowledge the vibranium hand, just turns to look at you once the handshake is over. “I was so happy when my receptionist told me what your appointment was for, I know you two have been trying for awhile now.” 

“We’re just going to ask a few questions, then determine the best course of action for finding out if you're pregnant. Depending on how far along we think you are we’ll either do an ultrasound or blood test.” She explains as she leans away from you. 

You nod. “Sounds good.” It’s weird to have another person in the room besides your doctor and nurse, but Bucky’s presence is welcome. His hand in yours and thumb gently rubbing circles into your skin helps relax you as Dr. O talks. 

“Let’s start with when you took the tests.” She looks over to the nurse who nods, hands ready to take notes as you speak. 

You nod. “Around three weeks ago?” You look over at Bucky who nods. “We were out of town for a few days visiting a friend, so I booked the first appointment available after we got back.” 

“Where did you go?” She laughs when you furrow your brows at her question. “I’m sorry! I’m nosy.” 

You laugh gently at that. “Oh it’s fine! We went to Louisiana! One of Buck’s best friends is down there and we just love the area.” You explain. 

She nods. “What made you take the tests? Mention anything like a missed period, morning sickness, any other symptoms.” She explains. 

“I originally thought my period was late. I didn’t think anything of it until we reached the second month and then I realized it wasn’t late, I had missed two periods.” You explain as you think back to what made you get the tests that day. “But what really made me get the tests was I was planning on cooking for Buck, he was getting home from a work trip that day, and when I pulled out some of the ingredients I just felt so sick. It’s my favorite dish! The smell never bothers me, nothing in it bothers me, I was just so confused until I put two and two together and thought I should buy a test just to check.” You’re a little breathless as you finish and she’s nodding along as the computer keys clack away. 

“That sounds like you’re anywhere from nine to eleven weeks!” She stands up. “We can definitely try a transabdominal ultrasound. We should be able to get a clearer date and maybe even hear a heartbeat.” 

“Really?” You ask softly. You hadn’t expected to come in and hear or see your baby. You weren’t even sure if there was one. “We can… We can see the baby today?” 

“If your dates are correct, then yes!” She gives you an excited smile as she pulls the small machine towards your bedside. “Or we can do a blood test. It’s up to you.” 

“Oh, can we try the ultrasound? I would… That would make me feel better.” You admit, squeezing Bucky’s hand tightly. “Of course.” She agrees. 

Bucky pulls his hand away from its resting spot on your stomach, but doesn’t release his grip on you. You pull up your shirt with one hand as she and the nurse move around the room. “This will be cold. Try not to move around too much.” 

You flinch as the gel touches your stomach. “That is cold.” You murmur to Bucky as she pulls the wand towards you. He smiles up at you and it makes your cheeks warm. 

“Okay.” She hums as she moves the wand around your stomach. You wait with baited breath in hopes of hearing a heartbeat come through. Your grip on Bucky’s hand gets tighter and tighter as the seconds tick by, but he doesn’t say a word in complaint. 

Then there’s a loud thumping sound and Dr. O turns to you with a bright smile. “There we go! A nice, strong heartbeat.” She turns the screen so you and Bucky can see it clearly. 

You and Bucky look at each and it’s like everything has fallen into place.

Bucky Barnes had never allowed himself to dream of this life. A wife, a house of his own, a baby; Bucky Barnes had never imagined his own family. 

“Oh!” Both of your heads snap around the look at the doctor. “There’s two heartbeats.” She moves the wand around again and then there’s another steady thumping sound. “Baby A and Baby B.” She moves the wand back and forth so the two of you get a clearer picture. 

When you look back at Bucky his eyes are brimming with tears, but there's a smile on his face that makes your heart race. So big that his eyes crinkle and you’re positive his cheeks hurt, but it makes you smile too. 

“Twins.” You whisper to him. Everything else fades into the background as you two stare at each other. He nods and pulls your hand to his lips so he can press a kiss to it. “Twins.” He whispers back. 

“I’ll print out some photos for you two.” Dr. O says quietly. 

And… Bucky Barnes didn’t know if he still believed in God, but he would thank Him everyday for this miracle of a life he’s been granted. He would go through hell and back again if it meant he still got this life with you. 

16 Weeks

“Do you think it’s a boy and a girl? Two boys? Two girls?” Your now nursery is painted white with one forest green wall. Bucky is sitting on the floor in the middle of the room working on the matching cribs as you lean against the door jam. “Should we have waited until we were further in to start all this?” 

Bucky looks up at you and notices you chewing on the skin around your nail nervously as your eyes flicker around the half finished nursery. The walls had been painted when you had been gone for the day so you could stay away from the fumes. Bucky had started the cribs first, boxes of blankets, mattress pads and other small items were piled in the corner of the room. 

“I thought you wanted it to be a surprise.” He puts down the screwdriver in his hand to focus his full attention on you. “And your doctor said the first twelve weeks held the highest risk for anything happening.” 

You look down at him. “I know… I do want it to be a surprise… I just want to know what you think we’ll have. I think it’s boys.” You look down at your small, but there, bump. Your doctor had informed you that twins would most likely make gaining weight more likely and quicker than a single baby. You guess you just hadn’t expected the bump to show up so soon. 

You hear Bucky stand and watch as he stumbles over all the spread out pieces of the cribs. “Listen.” He tilts your chin up towards him. “I can’t promise you this will be perfect, but I can promise you I’ll be here every step of the way.” 

You reluctantly nod. Logically you knew he was right, you had taken all the necessary steps and precautions your doctor had suggested. You felt good, despite the uncomfortableness of growing two humans. “I know I’m being, like, anxious or whatever. I just… I want this so bad. I don’t know if I could survive if something happened.” You admit quietly, almost ashamed at the weight this feeling had left on your shoulders. 

“Pretty girl.” Bucky murmurs sadly. “If anything ever happened, I would be here every step of the way. You’ve got my heart. You’re my life.” He rubs reassuring hands up and down your arms. “And if you ever felt like you were too far gone, I’d be there to pull you back.” 

You feel your eyes tear as you look up at him. “Tell me what you think they’ll be. Boys. Girls.” You wrap your arms around his waist and step forward to rest your cheek against his chest. “Please.”

He wraps his arms around you in return and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I think we’re going to have girls.” He says softly, “And they’ll be beautiful like you. I hope they are. Your eyes, your hair, your pretty smile.” Bucky presses another gentle kiss to your forehead, you hum in response and he takes that as a hint to keep talking. “And smart like you too. I just want mini yous, pretty girl. If I could live my life surrounded by my girls, I would be content.” 

His soft words and the steady sound of his heartbeat in your ear pressed against his chest has you calming immediately. You take a deep breath before pulling back to look at him. “I love you, Bucky. I am so lucky that you’re my husband.” 

You can feel Bucky’s laugh and it makes you smile. “Pretty girl, I’m the lucky one. I never thought I’d have this. Buying a house and building cribs and picking out baby clothes.” 

“Buck-'' You try to interrupt him, but he shakes his head and you shut your mouth. Instead you smile up at him softly as he continues speaking.

“I never thought I could be loved like this.” He leans down and gently nudges his nose against yours. You close your eyes and do the same. “But I’m so happy I have it.”

You have to admit, when Bucky Barnes had come into your life with harsh stares and an intimidating presence, you had never imagined this would be the life you would have with him. 

“I love you pretty girl.” He declares, voice strong and full of love, before dropping to his knees in front of you. You laugh as his hands land gently on your stomach. “And I love you, babies Barnes.” 

“Babies Barnes?” You ask with a small smile. “That’s what we’re calling them now?” 

Bucky looks up at you with a shining smile. “We’ll talk names later, I think Babies Barnes sounds good for now.” 

You rest one of your hands on his and run your other hand through his hair as he talks quietly to your stomach. “What about the Barnes Babies?” You murmur. “Sounds better.” 

20 Weeks 

“Bucky.” You call from your spot on the floor in the center of the nursery. You were in the middle of folding clothes. Most of the items were matching and you had been slowly but surely separating them out and into the two separate dressers. “Bucky!” You call again, raising your voice just a little more. 

There are heavy footsteps as Bucky rushes up the stairs. “What? What’s wrong?” He asks from the doorway while his eyes flicker around the room panicked. You feel a little guilty when you notice his shoulders relax at the sight of you fine on the floor. “Why are you down there?’ 

“I’m organizing the baby clothes.” You answer in a matter of fact tone. Bucky opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off already knowing what it’ll be. “I’m fine down here! I’m not in any more danger down here than I am sitting on the couch.” You look around the almost finished nursery. “You’ll just have to help me up later.” You look back up at him a little embarrassed. 

Bucky comes and kneels down beside you. You let out a relieved sigh as he runs his knuckle against your cheek gently. “What did you need, pretty girl?’ He asks with a knowing smile. 

“I’m starving.” You throw your head back in an overdramatic groan. “I would kill for some oreos…” You think for a moment. “Do we still have the kraft macaroni and cheese?” 

Bucky scrunches his nose up in disgust, but nods. “Please don’t ask me to mix those together.”

“I wasn’t!” You slap a hand against his chest. It makes him shake a little in his kneeling position, but he stays upright. “I want them separately. But I do want both. Please, Buck? You always make the macaroni and cheese so perfectly! I always mess it up.” You put on your best puppy dog eyes and pout your lips. 

He throws his head back in a laugh. “You don’t need to do all that, pretty girl.” He snorts. He kisses your cheek before standing up. “I would do anything you asked me to.” 

“Even bring me a glass or cherry Dr. Pepper with it?” You weren’t a huge soda person normally, but you had tried a sip of the drink when you and Bucky had gone out to dinner and it had become one of your biggest cravings. 

“Especially that.” He grins at you before spinning on his heel to retreat back downstairs. “Thank you!” You call out. “Call me if you need me!” He yells back and you smile to yourself. You place a hand on your stomach and look down. 

“That was your daddy.” You say softly. You rub gentle circles over your loose t-shirt. “He loves you two so much already. We love you two so much. We just can’t wait for you to get here.” You admit. Talking to your stomach has become a habit of yours. Your doctor had explained babies will usually respond to noise when they can start hearing and while she had assured you kicking with twins may take a little longer, you were desperate to feel them move around. 

You glance at the door before looking back down. “He’s been so much help. I’d read horror stories about husbands who are never home or who don’t take up cooking and cleaning. But your daddy just… does it all for me.” Your voice has taken on a tone of pure love as you talk to your babies about Bucky. “He built your cribs. Rubs my feet. Cooks me disgusting children’s food.” You giggle quietly. “I’m so happy I get to build you two a home full of love and-” You jump when you feel a gentle kick against your hand. “No way.” You whisper. 

“Bucky!” You yell out shakily. “Bucky! Bucky! Bucky!” You don’t think of the panic you could be making him feel as you stare down at your stomach with happy tears in your eyes. Bucky’s by your side in an instant, his hand coming to rest over yours and his eyes observing your face in a frenzied panic. 

“What’s wrong? What hurts?” He asks anxiously. You shake your head and move his hand so it’s resting underneath your own instead of on top. “What? Christ, pretty girl! Is every-”

“Just talk to them.” You say quietly. “About anything.” Your urge. 

Bucky looks at you questioningly, but settles next to you when you nod. “Okay…” He says quietly. “Um,” he glances at you, “I’m so excited for you two to be here.” He starts a little nervously. You squeeze his hand in reassurance. “I never thought I would have my own baby, let alone twins, with such a knockout.” He laughs when you roll your eyes. “I never thought I could love anybody this much, then I met your mom. Then she told me she was gonna have you guys and I… I knew that I would do anything if it meant I got to keep all this love in my li-” He cuts himself off and looks at you with wide eyes. 

“Did you feel it?” You ask softly. Bucky moves his hand over a little and lets out a wet laugh. “That’s... That’s fucking amazing.” He presses a kiss to your lips. “You’re fucking amazing.” 

The two of you can’t stop staring at each, certainly looking like some smiling fools, until Bucky’s eyes widen and he yanks himself away. “You’re macaroni and cheese!” He yells as he stumbles out of the room leaving you doubling over in laughter. 

26 Weeks

“When she said twins,” You pause as you take a deep breath, “I didn’t think she meant everything would be so much worse.” Bucky laughs as you settle on the couch next to him. He holds his arms up as he waits for you to rest your feet in his lap. 

He immediately begins to rub your feet as you turn the movie on. “What hurts?” He asks softly. His eyes trail over you like he expects a wound, something easily fixable, so he could better help you. 

You give him a gentle smile. “My feet. My back. I’m just uncomfortable, Buck.” You explain. You knew he felt bad that there wasn’t much he could do besides sit next to you and rub your feet and legs. “I don’t think I realized how fast things move when it’s two babies growing inside you instead of just one.” 

“I wish I could do more.” He says quietly as he massages your left foot. His vibranium hand is cool against your skin and offers some relief from the heat you felt was taking over. You know he’s unsure of what to say or do to help and that he didn’t want to say the wrong thing, but, “All I need is this, Buck.” You poke his thigh with your right foot. 

When he looks over at you questioningly, you smile. “I’m gonna be totally honest with you here, Bucky. There’s not much you can do to help me now, or the next few months, except keep rubbing my feet, helping around the house and keep calling me pretty girl.” 

He pinches your ankle. “For years you’ve told me you didn’t like that nickname.” There’s no malice or annoyance in his voice. Bucky knows as well as you do that although you may roll your eyes or laugh when he calls you that, you hate when he calls you anything else. 

Especially now. “Makes me feel good.” You shrug as nonchalantly as you can. “I’m gaining weight like crazy. I’m swollen and cranky, it’s nice to know you still think I’m your pretty girl.” You admit shyly. 

“I always think you’re pretty, my love.” You feel your neck heat at his words and his hand coming to rest on your thigh. “But… fuck… I don’t know if there’s anything as beautiful as watching you grow our children. I’m in awe of you everyday, pretty girl.” His eyes are lit up with passion. You laugh as he moves towards you. “I am so in love with you, it’s crazy. I just... I can barely keep my hands to myself half the time.” 

You cup his jaw with your hand and your nails lightly scratching at his beard. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Bucky Barnes.” You murmur as he leans in towards you. “Cause I’ll make you follow through.” 

He groans before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Come on, pretty girl. Come to bed. I think I know a way to make you feel a little better.” He whispers against your lips. You nod with an excited giggle as he stands and holds a hand out to you. 

32 Weeks

“I appreciate you guys coming out to see us.” You press a kiss to Sam’s cheek before moving to hug Wanda who was trailing into your house behind him. “We didn’t want a huge baby shower, but we did want to see some of our closest friends and it means so much you all came out!” You gush.

Wanda presses a kiss to your cheek before standing back and looking at you excitedly. “Oh, you look beautiful.” She says kindly, her eyes trailing over your now much larger bump. “Twins.” She murmurs wistfully as your hands grip hers tightly. 

“Oh, Wanda…” You trail off, suddenly feeling guilty for your pushful invitation to your closest friends. She shakes her hand with a bright smile. “None of that! I’m so excited for you and Bucky. I’ve never met two more deserving people.” She presses another kiss to your cheek as she moves past you. “Now where is your husband?” 

“In the backyard!” You laugh. “He’s working on grilling. We have drinks and snacks out there!” You push her and Sam towards the sliding door in your kitchen. Steve slips through your front door next, a bright smile on his face when he realizes it’s you who’s greeting him. 

“You look lovely.” He says kindly as he leans down to press a kiss to your head. “Bucky has spent hours on the phone talking about how beautiful you look, but still didn’t do you justice.”

“You charmer!” You squeeze his arm as you laugh. “He’s outside. I’ll give you fifty bucks if you say something just as sweet to him.” Steve shakes his head with an ill-suppressed smile. “Come on! I’ll add an extra twenty if you kiss him too.” You plead. You and Bucky had been so busy with preparations, neither of you had seen your friends in a long time. You were in desperate need of a laugh with everyone. 

Steve shakes his head, but he turns to you and winks when he goes to open the sliding door, which makes you smile largely.

You greet a few more friends; Rhodey who comes with a gentle smile and gifts from Pepper despite your warning against them. He has a nervous Peter Parker in tow, who adored you but was still terrified of Bucky despite it having been years since their fight. 

“For you.” He smiles sweetly. He’s gotten more handsome as he’s gotten older, more confident too, but he still turns red when you press a kiss to his cheek as you thank him for the small box he has handed over. You laugh as he rushes after Rhodey, face down in an attempt to hide the blush. 

You were unsure when the Avengers had become your family too. Bucky had brought you around eight months into your relationship and they had taken you in easily. Bucky says your light filled a void after all the darkness they had suffered. You shook him off, but the words always made your heart soar. If you were even just a small piece of their healing, you were happy. 

An arm wraps around your waist and you smile when you smell Bucky’s cologne. “Funny joke with Steve, pretty girl.” He whispers against the shell of your ear.

“I thought so.” You shiver. “Did he kiss you too? Please tell me he did!” You turn and look up at him with pleading eyes. Bucky laughs before reluctantly nodding. “That’s incredible.” You move away from your spot in the entrance and hold onto Bucky’s arm as he leads you towards the backyard. “Give him seventy dollars sometime today, please.” 

“What?” Bucky stops in his tracks, making you freeze too. “For what?”

You look up at him innocently. “For making your severely pregnant wife laugh.” Bucky slides the door open with a shake of his head and gestures for you to go out first. You smile gratefully and step out. 

Your friends are spread out in the small yard. Sam has taken over the grill, while Steve is deep in conversation with Rhodey and Wanda. Peter chatters away as Sam nods along his eyes glazed over. 

“Thank you for planning this.” You slip your hand into the crook of Bucky’s elbow as the two of you make your way into the group. “I didn’t realize how much I missed everyone with how busy we’ve been.” 

“Anything for you, pretty girl.” He says softly. “Everyone loves you, it wasn’t hard to convince them to make the trip to come see you.” 

“You sure know how to make a girl feel special.” You tease. Bucky laughs and presses a kiss to your cheek before going to join Sam at the grill. You meet Steve, Wanda and Rhodey with a smile. 

“We were just talking about names.” Steve quickly stands up from the chair he had been lounging in. You shake your head with narrowed eyes. “Sit down.” He orders, it’s not harsh, but he’s taken on a completely different tone of voice that makes you giggle. You glance at Wanda with comical, wide eyes before taking the seat. 

“I like it when you use your Captain's voice.” You glance at Wanda in thanks when she hands over a glass of water. “I never got to hear it. We met after you retired!” Steve’s cheeks turn a bright shade of red as Rhodey and Wanda laugh. “Anyways, tell me about the names!” 

Wanda starts. “Bucky told us you two wanted to find out the gender when you give birth, so we each came up with two names for each of the three scenarios. I was given the one girl, one boy scenario.” She explains quickly her hand waving around in front of her excitedly. 

“And what did you come up with?” You ask in amusement, but also with a little curiosity. You and Bucky had briefly discussed names, both floating around ideas when they appeared, but nothing had been chosen yet. Maybe one of your friends would have a good name idea. 

Wanda claps. “I chose Oliver George Barnes if it’s a boy! Oh, I think Oliver is such a lovely name. And then the baby has Bucky’s dad’s name too. A little bit of old and new.” She explains and you nod along. “And for a girl, Elena Rebecca Barnes.” 

You furrow your brows at her. “How do you know so much about Buck’s family’s names?” A light blush colors her cheeks. “I may have visited the Bucky Barnes page on the Smithsonian website in preparation.” She admits.

“Okay Rhodey, hit me!” You turn so you can look at him. He sits up a little straighter. “For two girls. Baby girl number one, Olivia Rose Barnes” You scrunch your nose up at the middle name. “And for girl number two, Eloise Ann Barnes.” Your eyes widen at the suggestion. You had expected him to just repeat your name back to you. 

“I… I actually kind of like Eloise.” You admit after a moment. “Little El.” One of your hands comes to rest on your stomach. You look up at Steve with a smile. “Hit me with the two boys' names, Rogers.” 

Steve glances over at Bucky and Sam before stepping towards you conspiratorially. “Samuel James Barnes and Theodore George Barnes.” You look over at Bucky and your eyes meet his. You smile softly when he waves you over. 

“Those are lovely, Steve.” You hold your hand out for him and he helps you stand. “I… I will tell Buck about all of these names. I love them all.” You say gratefully before slowly making your way towards the grill. 

Bucky’s arm wraps around your waist as soon as you’re beside him. “What are you four whispering about over there, pretty girl?” He asks quietly as Sam and Peter begin to bring the plates of food over to the table Bucky had set up earlier. 

You glance back at Sam to make sure he’s out of hearing distance. “Baby names! Buck, Steve came up with Samuel James Barnes. I just love it.” Bucky’s already shaking his head with a frown. “What?” You ask. 

“I’m not naming our son after me and Sam.” He glances back at the group who has come together at the table. Wanda and Steve wave you two over and you hold up a finger in response before looking back at Bucky. “What were the girls names?” He asks. 

You shrug. “Olivia Rose, Eloise Ann, and Elena Rebecca.” None of the names hit a particular chord with you, but you could admit they were all very pretty. “I like Eleanor, I think.” You admit as Bucky mulls the names over. 

“That’s a pretty name.” He says softly. “Eleanor Rebecca Barnes.” He adds on and a smile breaks out on your face. You lean up and he meets you halfway in a gentle kiss. When you pull back he rests his forehead against yours. 

“Did we just pick a baby name?” You whisper in shock. Bucky’s eyes crinkle as he smiles excitedly. “I think we did, pretty girl.” 

38 Weeks

At first you think they’re just kicking. They’d been doing it more and more the further along you got. You groan and shift around in bed as quietly as possible trying not to wake Bucky. 

You take a few deep breaths as you try to drift off into sleep, but a shooting pain hits you and your arm whips out and your hand grips Bucky’s shirt. 

You gasp. “Bucky.” You pull at his shirt in an attempt to wake him. You whine in pain and begin to pull harder. “Bucky!” You say a little louder.

You feel him begin to wake under your palm. “What’s up, pretty girl?” He mumbles into his pillow, still not looking over at you. 

The pain rips through you again and this time you yank at his shirt violently. “James Buchanan Barnes if you don’t get the fuck up, I will murder you.” 

That has him turning to look at you with wide eyes. His eyes scan over you and pause on the hand sitting on your stomach before they trail up to your face scrunched up in pain. 

“Oh shit.” He stumbles out of the bed and comes around to your side. You turn to look up at him with pleading eyes and notice the pure panic in his. “Um- Okay.” He stands up straight and takes a few deep breaths.

Another contraction hits. “Take your time.” You grit out as you try to breathe through it. “Not like I’m having a fucking baby here.” 

“Shut up.” He laughs as he leans down to gently grip your arm. “Did your water break?” He asks as he helps your stand. 

You look down at the mattress then the floor before shaking your head. “Not yet, but these really hurt I-“

“Don’t have to explain yourself to me, pretty girl.” He helps you around the room and into the bathroom and helps you sit on top of the toilet lid. “You don’t have pants on, what should I grab for you to wear?” 

You glance down at your bare thighs, you hadn’t really realized. “A dress! Just grab a dress, I can slip into it.” You murmur as you rest your forehead against the tiled wall next to you. 

Bucky disappears and you count to yourself as you breathe through your pain. “I’m okay. I’m okay.” You murmur. They were early, two weeks early, but Dr. O had warned you that multiples liked to make surprise appearances. 

“A dress.” Bucky stands in front of you with one of your maternity sun dresses. He helps you stand again and you take it from his hands. 

“Go put on pants, I can get the dress on myself.” Bucky looks hesitant at the suggestion even though all he’s got on is a t-shirt and boxers. “Buck. Please. The sooner we’re both ready the sooner we can go.” 

He nods and sprints out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. You slide the t-shirt you had fallen asleep in off and pull the dress over your body. You let out a sigh of relief at the fact that Bucky had chosen one of the stretchy cotton dresses and not one of your nicer maternity ones. You brush your teeth quickly and splash some water on your face.

“Bucky.” You cry out when you feel the rush of water between your legs. 

“Let’s go.” Bucky appears in the doorway with sweatpants and his jacket pulled haphazardly over his shirt. He freezes when he notices your problem. He doesn’t say anything, just disappears then reappears with clean underwear for you. He helps you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom again then helps you change again. “Let’s go.” He says softly with a gentle kiss to your temple. 

It’s all a blur from there. Bucky’s grabbing your go bag, leading you to the car and driving you to the hospital. 

“She’s having our babies.” Bucky blurts out to the receptionist once the two of you reach the neonatal ward. She smiles pacifingly at him before looking at you with concern. “Sit her down, sir.” She orders and Bucky helps you sit in one of the uncomfortable waiting room chairs. 

“She should be in a bed right?” Bucky asks worriedly looking back and forth between you and her. 

“One of the nurses is going to bring a wheel cheer so we can bring her to her room.” She explains kindly. “I just need your names and your doctor’s name.” 

You block Bucky’s voice out as another contraction hits. “Fuck, fuck fuck.” You cry. “B - A - R - N -E-S.” Bucky glances back at you at the sound of your cry. “Her doctor is Dr. O.” The woman hums as her fingers fly across the keyboard. 

There’s a gentle hand on your shoulder that makes you look up. “I’m Natalie.” The woman smiles kindly. “I’m gonna bring you to your room, okay?” 

You nod slowly with tears in your eyes. You’re tired and uncomfortable and the pain keeps getting worse and worse. “Let’s get you up, mama.” She helps you stand slowly and guides you to the wheelchair waiting by the doors. 

You glance back at Bucky, who’s still talking with the receptionist and scribbling answers on the clipboard she had slid over to him. “My husband. I need Bucky. I-“

“They’ll bring him back as soon as he’s done with the paperwork.” She rubs your shoulder calmingly. “I promise all we’re gonna do is get you in bed.” 

You take a deep breath as she pushes you down the hall and away from Bucky. “I can’t do this without him.” You’re breathing heavily as the contractions hit you. “I need him. Please. Can’t he do paperwork later? It’s not like I can leave!” You cry out. 

She gently moves you from the wheelchair to the hospital bed. “We’ll wait until your husband, Bucky, right?” She asks as she pushes you back so you’re laying down. You give her a teary eyed nod. “We’ll wait until Bucky is here to help change you into your gown.” She murmurs reassuringly. 

There’s a knock on the door and then Bucky is rushing in with another nurse trailing after him. “I’m pretty sure half the answers on that paperwork are illegible but…” The nurse trails off with an amused smile. 

“Hey, pretty girl.” Bucky pushes back the stray hairs that are sticking to your sweaty forehead before giving you a kiss. “I’m here. What do you need?” 

“It’s up to you, mama.” Natalie places the hospital gown on the edge of your bed. “If you want us or your husband to help you into the gown.” She gives you a knowing smile. 

“Can we…” You take a deep breath. “Can we have a moment?” They nod and leave the room. You look up at Bucky with teary eyes. “I don’t think I can do this, Buck.” You admit. 

He helps you sit up while shaking his head. “Yes you can, pretty girl.” He murmurs reassuringly. He lifts your dress so it scrunches up at your hips and waits until you raise your arms so he can take it off completely. He picks the pink gown up and slides it over your held out arms. 

“How do you know that?” You wipe hastily at the tears streaming down your face as Bucky moves around the tie the gown in the back. He helps you lay back down before slipping his shoes off and crawling in beside you. 

You moan in relief when he starts rubbing gentle circles over your stomach and as his warmth envelopes you. Bucky presses gentle kisses to your neck and jaw. “I know because you are the strongest woman I know.” He whispers. “You have been growing these humans in your uterus for almost nine months. And you’ve done it without flinching. This isn’t gonna be what takes you out, pretty girl.” 

There’s a gentle knock on the door and your nurse comes back in with a soft smile, followed by Dr. O and two more people. “Who’s ready to have some babies?” Dr. O asks with a bright smile. 

You look up at Bucky, who can’t do anything but stare at you in awe, then nod. “We are.”

Twelve and a Half Hours Later 

“I don’t think I could be any more in love with you.” Bucky declares as the nurses dance about the room, cleaning your crying babies up. “Shut up.” You murmur tiredly. “I wanna see my babies.” They’ve been checking and cleaning for what felt like forever. 

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Barnes.” The two nurses come over with little bundles in their arms. “You have two healthy babies, a boy and a girl.” You look up at Bucky with bright eyes as the nurse hands him the blue bundle. 

Your eyes move away as the pink bundle is gently handed over to you. “Hello.” You whisper softly at the fidgeting baby. You can’t stop the tears from streaming down your cheeks as you down at your baby girl. Completely healthy and absolutely beautiful. “Eleanor Rebecca Barnes.” You murmur, running a gentle finger over her cheek. 

“Pretty girl.” Bucky’s voice is wet and you look up to see tears on his cheeks too. You scoot over and make room for him to sit beside you again for the first time in hours. He sits as slowly as he can and then looks over at the baby in your arms as you glance at the baby in his. “Hello, Eleanor.” Bucky whispers to the little girl. 

There’s a knock at the door that has the two of you snapping your heads up. You see the balloons first and then Steve and Sam behind them. 

“Boys.” You whisper happily. Bucky nods them into the room. They come to stand in front of your bed as quietly as they can. “Meet Eleanor Rebecca Barnes and,” you and Bucky glance at each other with soft smiles, “and Steven Samuel Barnes.” He finishes for you. 

Their eyes snap to you two in shock. “What?” Sam asks after a moment of silence. “You… You said you would never name a baby after me.” He’s getting choked up as he stares at Bucky in betrayal. 

“Yeah, well.” Bucky shakes his head. “You’re uh… You’re one of my best friends.” He looks over at Steve. “You’re both some of my best friends. And uh… I wouldn’t.” He sniffles and you lean your head in his shoulder in an attempt to give him comfort. 

He presses a kiss to your hair before he looks back at the boys. “I wouldn’t have all this if you two hadn’t stuck your necks out on the line for me. If you two hadn’t kept looking for me.” 

“Buck, you built this life all on your own.” Steve says gently. 

Bucky shakes his head fondly. “I know that, punk. I got the girl and the house and the babies all on my own. But I wouldn’t have even had the chance without you two so…” He trails off before looking back down at the babies you two held in your arms. 

“Can I take a picture?” Sam asks, pulling his phone out of his pocket. You two nod excitedly and look up at the camera with tired but thrilled smiles. “Beautiful family, Buck. You two should be proud.” 

“Oh, Steve, grab a nurse or someone in the hallway please!” You plead. “I want a picture of all of us!” He obliges without a fight. although you’re sure right now nobody would pick a fight or say no to you. 

One of your nurses comes back in with him. “Okay! Just a couple pictures then I gotta kick you two out. Mama needs her rest.” 

You all nod in acceptance as Steve and Sam come to stand on either side of you and Bucky. “One...Two...Three!” She snaps the picture and turns the phone around to show you. 

Your heart all but jumps out of your chest at how sweet it looks. “I love it. Thank you.” She hands the phone back to Sam and ushers the two men out. Sam calling over his shoulder, “We’ll come back tomorrow!” 

You and Bucky laugh. “My heart is so full right now.” You whisper.

“I love you, pretty girl.” Bucky whispers in response. “I love our family.” You can’t do anything but nod. “I love you too. I love our family.” 

The two of you sit in silence as you bask in the glow of your family. 

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notes // i really enjoyed writing this. it’s so happy & made me so happy. thank you to the anon who requested it! i really hope you all enjoyed this because it’s probably one of my favorite pieces now.

if you did enjoy it, replies & reblogs are greatly appreciated 💞

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The Coupon Book: #10 - One Sex tape or photo shoot.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader     Word Count: 1088

Warnings: Smut NSFW 18+ Only

Divider by @whimsicalrogers

The Coupon Book: A 12 Part Smut Series Masterlist

Today was the first day the temperature was supposed to reach 75 degrees. You and Bucky couldn’t pass up the golden opportunity to take a motorcycle ride and picnic in the seclusion of some woods. You had found a beautiful clearing surrounded by mature trees only a little off the beaten path, picnicked, and now were lounging in the sun. 

Bucky smiles as he looks at you stretched out on the blanket in front of him propped up on your elbows. You look beautiful with the sun shining in your eyes and your smile as you let the wind blow through your hair. Discreetly, he pulls his phone out and opens the camera app to snap some pictures of you. He manages two before your eyes slide to him and you give a sly smile. 

“I know what you’re doing there, Buck-o,” you wink. 

“You look gorgeous, doll.” Bucky smiles as he snaps another picture. 

“Bucky.” You laugh. 

Bucky grins as he pulls the string of your shoulder strap undoing the bow. He snaps another picture of the straps falling down your arm and then reaches for the other. Your hand captures his. 

“And what do you think you’re doing, sir?”

“Just taking a few pictures.”

“Uh-huh. And that includes undressing me?” you tease.

“Well, I do seem to recall a coupon offering a photo shoot.” Bucky smiles as you lower your hand and allow him to pull the other bow free. The front of your dress slides down to the swell of your breasts. Bucky licks his lips as he snaps picture after picture. He is still holding the strap loosely and gives you an impish smile as he tugs on it more. The top of the dress slides to your waist revealing the strapless bustier you wore underneath it. 

Bucky hums his pleasure at the sight then directs you, “Lay back and and slide your dress down.”

“Yes, sir,” you smirk. Hooking your fingers into the sides of your dress, you lift your ass up to slide it past your ass. 

“Stay just like that for a second, doll,” Bucky snaps a picture, “Okay.”

You smile as you lower yourself back down and put your legs straight up in the air. You feel incredibly sexy as Bucky’s camera snaps picture after picture. Guiding the dress past your knees you slide your right leg out of the garment and then bend your left to let it slowly slide off, leaving you in your bra and panties spread out on the blanket. 

“You look gorgeous, doll.” Bucky breathes. 

“Thank you.” You smile at him impishly, “Should I continue?” 

Bucky nods as his eyes slide over you. You lift yourself to your knees and reach behind you to unhook your bustier. You can see Bucky’s breathing more rapidly as you slowly remove your bra and stare into his eyes. The growing tent in his jeans is also noticeable. You cup your breasts and tease your nipples as he watches you. 

“I like the way you’re looking at me, Bucky. Makes me feel beautiful, sexy,” you smile sweetly. 

“That’s because you are beautiful, babydoll. And the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” 

“I am?” You say as you trail your hand down to slip inside your panties. 

“Fuck, doll, yes.” Bucky’s voice is gravelly as his eyes follow every movement of your hand. His eyes snap to yours after a moment, “Take them off.” 

The growl of his voice arouses you even more and you slide the scrap of cloth off while staring into his eyes. He continues to take pictures as you sit and lean back on your arms, “What would you like me to do now, love?”

“Spread your legs for me. Show me that pretty pussy.”

Letting your legs fall open, you use your fingers to spread yourself open and show Bucky how wet your folds are. He follows every movement of your fingers rubbing over you and then down to dip into your soaked pussy. Your breathing picks up with each motion. 

Bucky stands suddenly, “Crawl to me and undo my pants.”

You comply, a little smirk on your face and mischief in your eyes, knowing exactly what Bucky wants. When his cock springs out to bob inches from your mouth you look up at him through your lashes waiting for his instructions. 

“Wrap your lips around me and look up at me,” Bucky commands. “That’s it, babydoll. Pretty as a picture.” He grabs your hair with his metal hand and holds his phone with the other as he guides you up and down his length, working until he can fully slide in . You keep your eyes trained on him, feeling slick pool between your legs as he keeps tight control of the situation. His grip on your hair loosens, “Lay back and hold your knees for me, doll.”

You hold yourself open wide for him. He pulls his shirt off and kneels between your legs. He guides his cock up and down your wet slit while still snapping photos. When he finally presses home, you jump a little. His girth stretching you brings moans from your lips and you throw your head back. 

“You look so hot, baby. Fuck. Gonna keep these forever. Look at them when I’m on missions and need you. Fuck, your squeezing me, doll. Come here.” Bucky grabs you around the waist and lays back. He puts his phone against his stomach and looks at you, “Lift up. Wanna see you riding my cock. Wanna see it splitting you in two.” 

“Bucky,” you moan out his name as you begin to ride him slowly. His thick cock hitting every spot inside of you that makes your toes curl. Each movement pulling you towards that high. You clench around Bucky’s length, picking up speed as you feel yourself nearing that edge. You moan his name over and over again but cry out when he drops his phone to grab your hips and thrust upwards into you. Your body tenses as you feel your orgasm crests and you squirt with each of Bucky’s thrusts. 

“Fuck, doll. That’s so hot. Fuck!” Bucky groans as he cums, thrusting with each spurt. When he’s spent, he pulls you down next to him and nestles you in his arms. “Love you, doll.”

“I love you, too,” you smile at him and lean in for a kiss. “Ya know, I think I might have to make this coupon book a tradition.”

Bucky chuckles, “You’d have no complaints from me.”

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[wicked-mind]

Don't Turn Out The Light

Summary: After over one hundred days in darkness, Bucky helps you find the light again.

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: THIS CONTAINS SMUT! Minors are NOT allowed. Exit now if you are under 18. Swearing, PTSD, torture, smut (Fingering, unprotected sex -make sure to wrap your shit-)

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One hundred and fifty two days.

That’s how long you and Bucky had been captured.

It wasn’t supposed to go like this. You two were supposed to be undercover, trying to get close to figure out what the new terrorist organization known as Cerberus was up to. There was a rumor that the Hydra agents that were never captured formed the new organization, trying to put pieces back together. But all that went wrong when the safe house you and Bucky were staying at was attacked. There were too many enemies and you two were quickly overpowered, being dragged away into the basement of some building.

One hundred and fifty two fucking days you’ve sat in the dark cell. There was no light except for when sometimes an enemy agent would come in to drop off some water bottles, bread, and some meat that you couldn’t discern. You knew Bucky was next to you in a cell, you could hear him yell and scream sometimes. They were torturing him more than they were you.

By day thirty, you had become used to the pitch black of your cell. You weren’t sleeping, your body not producing melatonin to let you sleep. You were sleep deprived and the only time you could find some sort of sleep is when you’d stand and accidentally run into a wall and with your weakened state, you’d fall back onto the floor into unconsciousness. At first you thought you were going insane, hearing things that weren’t there or feeling something brush against your skin that wasn’t there. It took a while for your eyes to physically adjust to the darkness, and even then you couldn’t see anything. It was cold, all that surrounded you were stone walls with no windows and a large steel door. You were thrown into darkness, into an incomprehensible sea of fear and isolation. You wanted some sort of light, craved it. You wanted to be out of darkness forever and every second that passed in the darkness, your fear was growing and your mind was playing more tricks on you.

On day 94, you cracked. You released a blood curdling scream from the corner of your small cell, fingers gripping so hard at the side of your head that you could feel some blood dripping down along your fingers and hear the drops hit the floor. With your eyesight pretty much gone due to the darkness, your other senses had heightened and your hearing was now the best sense you had. Everything was louder than it should be and would give you headaches when you heard Bucky scream. But when you screamed, a strong surge of your telekinetic power was released. The steel door shook wildly on its hinges and the stones in the wall were vibrating. You could hear Bucky yelling for you through your scream and it sounded as if he was clawing, punching at the wall to get to you. Then the door opened and you were hit in the head with something hard, knocking you out.

But when day one hundred and fifty two came around, you curled up against the wall shielding your head as you heard fighting come from outside the steel door. Then you heard Bucky talking to a familiar voice, Steve. The steel door slowly creaked open to your cell, light from the bulbs in the hall slowly stretching towards you. You shielded your sensitive eyes, curling further into the wall. You had been in the darkness for so long that the light stung your eyes, it was too bright even for being dim. You jumped slightly when you felt a hand touch your arm, flinching away from the touch until your heard the familiar voice, “It’s me, doll. I got you, we’re getting out of here.”

You scrambled into Bucky’s chest, pressing your face against his tattered shirt and closing your eyes as tightly as possible, hiding from the light that seemed to burn your skin and eyes. He slowly lifted you up, making sure to keep you shielded from the light as he carried you. Eventually you were sitting in the quinjet, a towel covering your head to block out the light as you sat beside Bucky who was holding onto you like he was holding on to reality.

You and Bucky had always been close before the two of you were captured. There had been shameless flirting, even a few nights where you had found yourself in his bed with him between your legs, sending pulses of pleasure through you as you stared up into those oceanic blue eyes before he would drop his head in the crook of your neck and whisper sweet, dirty things in your ear. But you two never had a label. You two just enjoyed each other’s company in every sense of the word. You were trapped somewhere between best friends and lovers, and the both of you were comfortable there. But now you were each other’s safe place as well as partners in shared traumas.

It took about a month of wearing sunglasses of different shades of darkness until you were able to deal with the light. But then there were other problems. The darkness terrified you. It would trap you in your mind and you would be right back in the cell, unable to get out. Bucky wasn’t much better off than you were. He didn’t have problems with the darkness but he did have nightmares from the torture he endured. He said Cerberus was trying to figure out how to turn him back into the Winter Soldier, building a knock-off of the memory wiping machine used on him in the past but it never worked, just hurt like hell. The two of you clung together from the shared trauma, even more than usual to the point where Bucky requested one of the apartment floors so you and him could be close, sorting everything out together. The apartment floor had two bedrooms, one for each of you with full bathrooms, a living room, an office, and a kitchen. Bucky quickly learned that you couldn’t do darkness, making sure to install nightlights around the apartment suite so you would have some sort of light to keep you from going back in the dark cell in your mind.

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of a small sizzle, the lamp next to you that you kept on while you slept had died, the lightbulb blown. You slept on the floor in the corner most nights with the lamp plugged into the wall next to you, as you did now. But the light was gone and as you looked around the darkness you became trapped in your own mind again. Your breathing quickened and in your lost state, all the objects in your room started floating due to your ability. Your desk hit the ceiling, causing objects to drop but before they hit the floor, they began floating as well.

Bucky sat up quickly at the noise coming from your room, waking him from another nightmare. He threw the thin blanket off of his body and dragged himself up from the floor, running out of his room and to yours. He opened the door to find you in complete darkness. With his enhanced abilities, he could see through the darkness to notice your wide eyes and all the objects of your room floating around you, “Y/N?” He asks softly but the moment sound left his lips, the objects floating in the air seemed to shift. A chair came hurdling towards him with such speed and force he had to move out of the way quickly to not be hit. This wasn’t the first time Bucky had something thrown at him from you being trapped in the darkness. The first time was the worst, before Bucky installed nightlights everywhere. It happened when you woke one night and walked out to the kitchen, trapped in the darkness as you were now. There were kitchen utensils floating everywhere around you and when Bucky came out to see if you were okay, all the knives were launched at him with the same speed and force as the chair had now. Luckily, both of you came out of the kitchen debacle uninjured but it showed Bucky how traumatized you were of the dark.

Bucky quickly turns on the light to your room, watching the objects slowly fall from the air and drift back into their familiar spots before approaching you, sliding down against the wall beside you and taking your hand into his, kissing your knuckles, “It’s alright, sweetheart. We’re home. No more darkness.” He whispered to you as you cried once you realized where you were. From that day on, Bucky would check in on your light bulbs in your lamp every night, even switching them when he felt like they were about to blow and in return, when you heard him screaming from nightmares, you would slowly creep into his room with a flashlight and curl up beside him on the floor, rubbing his bare back until he calmed down.

You awoke one night to hear Bucky thrashing around against the floor, screaming and yelling incoherently. You pulled yourself up from the corner of your room, grabbing your flashlight and walking to his. The door creaked softly as you opened it, the sound of your feet padding against the hardwood floor was muffled by the crying and wailing coming from Bucky’s thrashing figure on the ground beneath the thin blanket. You slowly lowered yourself to the floor beside him, placing the flashlight on the floor to illuminate the room before reaching out and touching his sweat riddled chest softly, “Bucky, it’s okay. I’m here.” You whisper to him.

Bucky slowly opens his eyes at your touch and voice, panting as he stared up at you. Sweat and tears mixed along his face. Here you were, saving him again from the torturous nightmares and he couldn’t be more grateful. He grabbed onto you and pulled you into his chest, his arms tightly wrapping around you as if to make sure you were real, “‘M sorry I woke you, sweetheart.” He murmured out into the crook of your neck, his breathing shaky as if he was still crying and trying to hold it back. You two stayed like that for a while, holding onto each other for dear life.

You hold onto Bucky, one hand rubbing his back as you laid beside each other, your chest against his. Your other hand slowly rubbed through his hair that had grown out since the two of you were captive that he hadn’t bothered to cut. You pull back a little from his grasp, looking into his eyes for a moment before pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, then both of his cheeks before leaning your forehead against his, “It’s okay, we have each other. We’re okay.” You whisper to him, trying your best to put on a small half-smile.

Bucky stared at you, his breath hitching in his throat as your soft lips touched his skin on his face. Your touch comforted him. He spent the days in captivity by Cerberus being tortured and it had been so long since he had some sort of comforting touch besides clinging onto you and holding your hand. Bucky craved the comfort, the intimacy with you that the two of you once had. He needed something other than the burning on his skin at the memories of being tortured, beaten like an animal stuck in a cage. He reaches up to stroke your cheek gently before moving his hand to the back of your neck, pulling you closer until his lips met yours with a hunger. As soon as you kissed him back, he pulled you closer until he moved to hover above you on his elbows, still kissing your lips until yours parted and his tongue collided with yours. His flesh hand slowly pushed your shirt up until he pulled it over your head and he thanked whatever god above you hadn’t wore more clothing because he wanted you. He needed you. Bucky pulled away for a moment to stare down at you, lowering his bare chest to yours and groaning softly at the skin to skin contact, “Is this okay?”

You nod and smile softly up to him, needing the same comforting intimacy that he did. Your hands were on his back, stroking down him until you fiddled with the hem of his sweatpants, pushing them down as much as you could, “Please… Need you.” You whimper up to him. At your words, you watch Bucky’s eyes shift to a darkened state of lust.

Bucky shifted off of you for a moment, pulling his sweatpants off to leave him fully naked before quickly pulling your underwear down your legs. He groaned at the sight of your naked body, as perfect as he remembered and for a moment he was thankful that most of the torture was set on him while you two were captive so you didn’t have scars riddling your skin. His lips connected with the pulse point on your neck, kissing, sucking, biting hungrily as his flesh hand went down to between your thighs, finding your sensitive bundle of nerves and slowly circling it with his thumb.

You gasp at the touch, it’d been so long since you had been touched there and it felt like waves of fire started erupting through your body. You let out a soft whimper as the circling sped up and you gripped onto his back, your nails leaving small crescent shaped indents to his skin, “Bucky…” You pant out needfully.

Bucky pulled away from your neck to look down at you, leaning his forehead against yours. He was having a hard time controlling himself from just thrusting into you, but he knew you needed him as much as he needed you. He kept circling your sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb as his middle finger slowly moved to your entrance, pushing into you slowly before he added another finger. He watched your back arch and a silent gasp left your lips, smiling to himself that he could still make you feel good, “I got you, baby.”

You bite onto your bottom lip, your eyes fluttering shut as his fingers moved inside of you, brushing against that sweet spot that he seemed to find so easily. You knew you wouldn’t be able to last long, especially with the way he seemed to know how to make your body wild. You let out a whimper as the coil tightened inside of you, so close to snapping. Your body seemed to vibrate as you approached the edge of your orgasm, your nails scratching down the back of Bucky’s skin making him groan out in pleasure.

“Let go for me, sweetheart.”

All it took was his words for your body to suddenly tense as you orgasmed, your hands pulling his chest down against yours. You let out a cry of pleasure before burying your face into his shoulder, moaning against his skin.

Bucky pulls his fingers out of you slowly, moving his vibranium hand to grip onto your waist as he slowly pushed your legs further apart and positioned himself between them. His flesh hand gripped onto his erect member, lining himself up with your entrance. He let out a broken breath at the feel of your slick against his throbbing head. He slowly pushed his tip into you, moving his hand from the base of his cock to beside your head as he stared down into your eyes. The way your face twisted with pleasure as he sunk deeper into you could make him come right there, but he wanted to at least drag another orgasm out of you. Once he was fully inside of you, he stilled for a moment to let you adjust.

You open your eyes to look up at him once your walls have adjusted to his size, panting in pleasure and he hadn’t even begun to move yet. One of your hands went to rest on his hip while the other went up the tangle in his hair, “Please… need you to move… please…” You whimper out to him, knowing you must sound desperate but right now you were.

Your words was all Bucky needed to hear and he slowly started to thrust into you, dropping his gaze to watch himself disappear between your legs. He let out groan, dropping his head into your neck again, leaving small, breathy kisses along your skin as his pace started to speed up, “So good… Just what I need…” He pants lowly. You were clenching around him so hard, he knew you were close and you just needed to be pushed over the edge before he reached his own peak. He snaked the hand from your waist down to between your bodies, finding your bundle of never again easily and started putting a small amount of pressure as he circled your clit.

You gasped again at his cool touch of his vibranium fingers against your clit, but it quickly turned into moans and cry of pleasure as your nails dug into his skin again, pulling at his hair, “Oh god…” You moan out, “I’m gonna…” But your word were lost in moans as you fell off the cliff again, your eyes closing shut tightly and a wail of his name leaving your lips as the familiar coil snapped inside of you again.

Bucky let out something that sounded like a growl as you clenched around him when you orgasmed. He started to ruthlessly thrust in and out of you, fucking you through your orgasm. When your name left his lips in a cry of pleasure, a gasp from his own lips escaped as he stared down at your blissed out face, “Fuck, baby…” He pulled out and releasing his thick white strands onto your stomach. He leaned down and kisses your forehead gently before scrambling to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean the both of you up. Once that was finished, he crawled next to you on the floor and pulled you into his arms, “Thank you, sweetheart… You’re everything to me.” He murmurs over to you, knowing you had already fallen asleep the moment he pulled you to his body.

After that night, you found yourself sleeping next to Bucky every night whether it be in your room on the floor or his. Sometimes you two would fall asleep on the couch after watching movies but you always ended up curled into each others arms trying to keep each other’s demons away. He was your safe place and you were the place he found his comfort.

The next few months, things slowly got better. You constantly had light near you, keeping you from the darkness. You would go on walks with Bucky during the day, thanking the warm sunlight that hit your skin at every moment. Things were falling back into normalcy besides the constant need for light. You would attend ‘family dinner’ on Sundays, when the whole team would get together and enjoy dinner together and laugh. Then you and Bucky would go back up the elevator to your apartment, snuggling up on the couch and watching movies together until both of you fell asleep on each other with the tv lighting the room.

Then, seven months after returning home, the worst thing happened. Something nobody could prepare for. You were standing in the elevator with Bucky, waiting to arrive on your shared floor after ‘family dinner.’ Natasha had wanted to go out to have a fire but the weather suddenly shifted into a severe thunderstorm. The elevator came to a sudden stop and the lights flickered. Your eyes widened when the lights above you died with a hum and you focused on the dimming colors of the buttons.

Bucky looked around the elevator as the light slowly disappeared then to you with wide eyes pooled with concern. He slowly walks towards you and grips onto your arms, trying to ground you, “Hey, look at me, it’s okay.” He said, trying to pull your focus from the dimming lights. This was not a good place for you to be trapped with no light, it was similar size to the cell you had been trapped in, “Sweetheart, look at me. You’re safe. Stay with me, the back up generators will kick in soon. Just a few more seconds.” He begged, hearing your heartbeat start to race and your breathing pick up. It was like you were staring through him, not at him. Suddenly, the lights slowly flickered with a soft hum as the back-up generators kicked in. Bucky let out a soft sigh of relief, “See, we are safe. Everything is okay.”

You were still lost in the darkness even though the lights had flickered back on, as if you knew what was going to happen. With a crackle and a dying hum, the lights flickered off again as the back-up generators failed. That was when you let out a scream so loud that Bucky backed away, covering his ears as it echoed against the small area of the elevator. You turned towards the elevator doors, using your ability to pry them open and then you were gone, running through the darkness of the facility to try and find light that you weren’t going to find while the elevator doors shut behind you, leaving Bucky alone in the elevator.

Bucky banged on the elevator doors until Steve managed to find him and pried them apart from one side while Bucky took care of the other, climbing out and looking at Steve, “Where is everybody?” He asks immediately.

“Everybody else is trapped on the third floor. The storm knocked out the back up generators and put the building into code red, locking down the floors.” Steve informed.

Bucky nods, relief flooding him that you couldn’t get off the floor to harm anybody or wonder out into the facility into the harsh storm that seemed to shake the building, “Y/N is on this floor somewhere. We have to be careful, she’s lost in the dark and this is the worst floor to be trapped on.” Steve nods, “We’ll find her. I only have one flash light.” He said, passing it to Bucky. The two super soldiers made their way through the floor, checking every room they could in attempts to find you. This floor was the technology floor where new weapons were developed as well as kept along with a massive amount of computers and offices. But eventually they did find you, standing in the middle of the weapons room in the darkness. There were objects floating around you in a tight circle as if to create a safe barrier where nobody could touch you. Guns, knives, tools, and computers floated quickly around your body, surrounding you as you stood there with a blank stare on your face and your lips slightly parted.

Bucky glanced at you, carefully walking towards you as to not make any noise. He knew what happened when you were in this type of defensive mode and it usually ended with the objects being thrown towards whoever was approaching and the objects that were circling you were particularly dangerous. Bucky approached you, his foot steps silent, “Y/N, doll, it’s okay.” Bucky said softly towards you, a knife immediately being flung at him as you stood still but he easily dodged it, “Look, I have the light right here.” He said, flicking on the flashlight and shining it to the floor at your feet.

You tilted your head, looking at the light on the floor. You blinked a few times before stepping into it, the objects slowly starting to stop spinning so quickly around you. You lifted your gaze to look around you, the flashlight barely illuminating the darkness in the room except for the spot on the floor.

“No, look at the light. Only the light, sweetheart.” Bucky said, walking closer towards you. He needed to ground you, let you know it’s okay. He needed you to focus on the light instead of the rest of the darkness that surrounded you.

Your eyes snapped to Bucky at the sound of his voice, you could see those blue eyes through the small light in the room. You took a step towards him, some of the objects clattering to the floor while others stayed circling you as you approached him. You eventually took enough steps to stand in front of him, still staring into his eyes with wide eyes before your gaze fell to the flashlight in his hand outstretched to you.

“It’s okay. No more darkness. Take it.” Bucky said, holding the flashlight out to you. He was desperate for you to grab onto it, grab onto reality instead of being trapped in that dark cell that was permanently engraved in your mind.

You grabbed onto the flashlight slowly, pulling it from his grasp and shining it up towards your face, feeling small amounts of relief flood your body for a moment as you stared into the light. You lifted your gaze to Bucky, “It’s not enough.” You whisper to him, before looking around the room. The flashlight floated up from your hands and before Bucky could reach out to touch you, you let out a scream filled with energy from your ability. The mirrored glass windows that separated the rooms shook until it shattered into pieces. The shards of glass slowly started to surround you and Bucky, trapping you two in a circle again. The flashlight tilted a small bit to hit the shards and suddenly, the light was reflected across the room like a disco ball.

Bucky looked around as dots of lights circled around the room in amazement before returning his gaze to you. The two of you were trapped in the spinning circle of glass that was illuminating the room with the flashlight that floated above the two of you. He steps towards you slowly, cupping your cheeks in his hands, “Are you okay?” He asks, his eyes still filled with concern.

You nod slowly, taking deep breaths as the light shined around you. You lifted your hands to rest on his that touched your face, “I am now.” You whisper out to him, “I have light and you.”

After that incident, Tony made sure to buy a backup to the backup generator with monthly tests to make sure it worked as well as an enormous amounts of flashlights that were placed in every office. He also invested in some sort of solar technology that would leave the lights on even if none of the generators worked. You used your ability to put everything back together the best you could and apologized profusely to everybody for making such a mess, but each of them understood your trauma and said there was no need to apologize.

Bucky and you got closer after that. You slept everyday in his room, eventually the two of you decided it was time to try out the bed instead of the floor. He told you everyday that as long as he had you, he was okay and you told him that he had become your light, and as long as you had him, the darkness wouldn’t slip back in. Bucky held you to reality, keeping you safe from all the darkness that filled your mind.

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[wienerbarnes]

Are You Growing?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Cheek to Cheek) Word Count: 1,886 Warnings: mentions to alzheimers A/N: idk about yall but im loving posting about the earlier times w bucky n reader

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You sit on Bucky’s couch, Alpine curled up in your lap, purring softly with closed eyes as you lightly scratch behind her ears.

Bucky’s sitting on the floor in front of you, in the place of where his coffee table used to be, which is now pushed into the corner for the time being. He rereads the instructions to put together his new bookshelf for the eleventh time now, still not understanding where exactly to put each screw.

You were no help to him, your first suggestion was to toss out the instructions and build to his heart’s desires; whatever felt right.

The last thing he needs, though, is for his bookshelf to collapse in the middle night and scare the shit out of him, so he tries his luck with the instructions.

He’s grateful for the ring of his cellphone, perhaps a break for a phone call will somehow make the instructions easier to read.

His stomach drops when he sees the caller ID as Rebecca’s retirement place. He pushes down his nausea and answers the phone.

“Hello? Is Rebecca okay?” He answers, quickly standing and moving to another room, not missing when your eyes look up at the sound of his sister’s name.

Is Rebecca okay? Did she hurt herself? Did she hurt one of the nurses? Is she dead?

“Hi, Bucky. Yes, Rebecca’s okay,” The receptionist Bucky’s gotten to know well responds, causing him to let out a sigh of relief, “She’s asking for you, is all. She’s… not eating. She didn’t touch her breakfast or lunch, she just keeps asking when you’re coming. I know you don’t normally come until tomorrow, but I promised her I’d call you.” She finishes explaining.

“Uhm… okay, okay. Tell her I got hung up at work and that I’ll be over as soon as I can.” He tells her, sparing a glance into the other room to see you peeking at the instructions on the ground.

“You’re amazing Bucky, thank you.” She responds, and all he does is hum through his anxiety before hanging up, returning to the living room where you sit.

You look up at him as if to ask if he is okay and he only stares back for a few seconds, thinking, before deciding, “Put your shoes on, we gotta go somewhere.” He tells you, voice still a little shaky from the scare of that phone call.

You don’t question it, recognizing that it’s probably not the time, and move to go grab your shoes by the door. Bucky silently pushes out air through his mouth, an attempt to calm himself down and get the nausea to go away. Rebecca’s okay, he reminds himself, she’s having a bad day, but she’s okay.

You’re worried at how quiet Bucky is and with how fast he speeds on his bike down a route you don’t really recognize. Finally, though, you see the sign in the distance, St. Francis Alzheimer’s Hospital, and you understand.

He parks the bike out front and turns it off, not yet moving, and you take off his helmet you’re wearing to get a better look at him. You say his name when you notice tears have gathered in his eyes; you’ve never seen him cry before.

“Sorry,” He wipes his eyes, “This shit is just so… exhausting. Everytime the phone rings, everytime I come here, I don’t know what I’m going to get, if she is okay.” He vents before letting out a long sigh.

You don’t know how to respond, choosing to rub his back as he composes himself. Bucky’s always been a tough rock; always knowing what to say, what to do, always knowing how to take care of everyone and how to solve everyone’s problems. You’ve never seen him so tired, so nervous before, and you see the toll doing this has taken on him.

Before you can say anything, he stands, “Let’s go.” He holds out a hand to help you off the bike and rests the helmet on the seat, knowing no one’s going to take it.

You follow quietly behind him as he enters and greets the receptionist, walking past the desk and down the hall. You feel out of place, not only here, in the retirement place Bucky’s sister lives at, but in public. You’ve barely left the apartment while you’ve been in hiding; you think this is the most amount of people you’ve been around in months.

Bucky approaches a door and knocks quietly before entering, “Hey, troublemaker,” He calls out, voice no longer strained or shaky as it’s been for the half hour, as though he flipped a switch to make himself normal again.

“Bucky!” You hear an excitement-filled elderly voice call out.

You enter to see her sitting on the bed, arms reaching out for Bucky to embrace him in a hug.

“Sorry, I’m late, I got caught up at the gym.” He tells her, hugging her back.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were at work, I just wanted to talk to you about the carnival, it’s coming this weekend.” You notice Bucky’s jaw clench for a second before loosening.

“It is, isn’t it. I’ll get Steve and we’ll all go together, I know how much you love the rides there.”

You linger by the door still, observing the interaction. How Bucky plays along so perfectly and so composed. You tense when you notice that Rebecca’s eyes have found you.

Bucky follows her gaze and snaps his head to you, “Becca, this is a friend of mine.”

You walk over and hold your hand out, giving your name, and she reaches out and accepts it, giving you a gentle smile, “A friend, huh?”

“Bec -”

“I’ve heard a lot about you, it’s really great to finally meet you.” You tell her.

“Well, it’s lovely to meet you, too, I haven’t met one of Bucky’s friends in a while,”

“Rebecca -”

“Who was that floozy you brought home once, the one that Mama hated?” She teases Bucky, who now stands with arms crossed looking at you take a seat in the chair next to Rebecca’s bed.

“That was Madeline.”

“Madeline! My goodness, she didn’t last very long at all -”

“How about we talk about something other than my love life? Are you hungry, Bec?”

“A little bit.” She responds, and Bucky feels relief flood through his body. He nods and leaves the room to go fetch her lunch from one of the nurses.

“I love these flowers on your shirt.” Rebecca compliments, snapping your eyes away from the door Bucky exited out of and back to hers. They’re the same blue as Bucky’s.

You glance down at your shirt, one you thrifted with lilac’s all over them.

“Thank you, they’re, uh, lilacs. They symbolize growth. Like, change from ignorance to knowledge, innocence to wisdom, and all that.” You tell her.

She hums, “And are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Growing?”

You pause to think about it. Have you grown? Changed?

“Yes. I think so.” You respond.

“Well, then I’m happy for you.” She says sincerely.

You feel a knot swell in your throat at the validation, being greatly reminded of Bucky in that moment, and it’s then that he returns with a tray of food, a bowl of fruit, and a glass of juice.

Bucky places the tray on the small table that can swing over her bed, cutting the food on the plate for her small pieces, before moving to the fruit and juice, taking both lids off for her.

You watch as he takes gentle care in moving the tray closer to her, piling small pieces of food onto a spoon before feeding it to her.

She clears about half the plate before saying she’s full, which is more than enough for Bucky to be satisfied; it’s better than this morning.

Whatever problem there seemed to be this morning that caused Bucky to come over here in a rush is gone. To you, it was like his presence was the only thing she needed to feel better; it’s like there wasn’t anything wrong in the first place.

Soon enough, the two of you leave, with a promise from Bucky that he’ll see her tomorrow on Thursday and they’ll go to the carnival this weekend.

You don’t mention anything else about the visit to Bucky the entire way home, and choose to help him on the floor of his living room for the rest of the evening instead.

Thursday and Friday pass, and Bucky goes to Steve’s on Saturday.

“Remember that girl I told you about? The one I’ve sort of become friends with? That I’ve been looking out for?” Bucky stirs sugar into his coffee, his sweet tooth showing up more frequently since he’s been hanging out with you.

“I remember.” Steve says, sitting down next to him at his table with his own cup of coffee. Steve’s is decaf, though.

“I, uh… I took her to meet Rebecca.” Bucky doesn’t meet his eyes, waiting to see what his reaction will be.

“Oh?” Steve responds, setting his mug down and resting his aged hands on the table, paying all attention to Bucky now.

“There was a situation on Wednesday, Becca wasn’t eating and she was at my apartment -”

“At your apartment?”

“So, I just took her with me -”

“You haven’t even taken Sam to meet Rebecca.” Steve tells him, making Bucky stop.

He pauses for a moment before continuing, “When I saw Bec on Thursday, she remembered her.”

Steve’s head tilts, processing his words.

Bucky continues, “I went to go see Bec on Thursday, and she asked me about her, apparently they talked about some flowers and she wanted me to bring her some so she can see them in person. Asked when I was going to bring her to see her again.” He finishes explaining.

“Wow.” Is all Steve says.

“Rebecca… doesn’t remember anything. I mean she remembers me and you, but she barely remembers anything she and I talk about when I visit, barely remembers her kids. But she remembered talking about lilacs with this girl she’d never met before!” Bucky says, still in disbelief.

“...Must be something special about her.”

“Oh, don’t you start now, too.”

“Just saying. Maybe you should bring her here sometime.”

“Nah, I didn’t even plan to take her to see Becca. That was a risk all by itself, taking her out in public like that.” Bucky glances up to see Steve smirking at him with that stupid wrinkled mouth of his.

“Stop looking at me like that, would you, punk?!”

Steve chuckles, “She sounds like a sweet girl.”

“She’s my friend, Steve.”

“I didn’t say she wasn’t.”

“But you’re implying -”

“Implying what? What are you thinking?”

Bucky huffs and rolls his eyes, Steve twisting his words around, and he realizes he won’t escape this conversation without teasing.

“Whatever. She’s just a friend. If that. We just hang out sometimes, I help her do things that I had trouble with when I got out of HYDRA. I’m just around to help her.”

“Sure, pal. That’s nice of you.”

Bucky sighs, standing to go refill his coffee, and Steve smiles to himself, glad that Bucky’s met someone like you, and glad to see where it’ll inevitably lead, even if the two of you don’t see it yet.

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[lustfulholland]

Trust Me (10/13)

Bucky Barnes x avenger!rogers!Reader

warnings: language and my rush to get to a fight scene

summary: in which she helps him out

A/N: i am in so much pain rn. my back is KILLING ME n my feet are kind of numb rn. i napped a few hours ago but i’m still tired so i might sleep early for once + i wrote a Steve Rogers x reader that i’m going to start posting soon, who wants to be tagged in that + i’m getting a turtle soon ( i was supposed to get it a lil while ago but i’m going on a trip so the timing wouldn’t have been the best ) BUT EEEEEEE I HOPE I ACTUALLY GET TO GET THE TURTLE THIS TIME BC LAST TIME THERE WERE PROBLEMS N I JUST WANT A TURTLE SO BAD PLS

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“Not sure you understand the concept of a getaway car,” Sharon says. Y/N rolls her eyes and looks at Bucky who laughs quietly at her.

Steve walks towards Sharon, “It's low profile.”

“Good, because this stuff tends to draw a crowd,” she says as she opens the trunk of her car. Y/N shakes her head as she watches the scene in front of her.

“How much you wanna bet they’re gonna get together?” Y/N asks. The two men laugh at her comment but ultimately don’t reply. After a few seconds pass Bucky’s legs get uncomfortable in the cramped area of the backseat.

“Can you move your seat up?” Bucky asks Sam.

“No,” Sam replies.

“Sam,” Y/N scolds.

“He threw me at a box,” Sam says. Y/N rolls her eyes as she leans closer to Bucky — squishing him more. She was trying to listen to the conversation between her brother and the agent.

“I owe you again,” Steve says.

“Keeping a list,” Sharon says. She glances at the cramped car and Y/N’s gaze hardens more.

Bucky pushes Y/N’s body towards the other side of the car — scooting himself into the middle seat. He was well aware that Y/N’s legs wouldn’t be as cramped behind either man’s seat because they weren’t as long as his.

Sharon looks back at Steve, “You know, he kinda tried to kill me.”

“Sorry. I'll put it on the list, too,” Steve says. Sharon laughs quietly and Steve adds, “They're going to come looking for you.”

“I know,” she replies.

“Thank you, Sharon,” Steve says. They share a gaze that lasts way too long.

“Do it. Don’t be a pussy,” Y/N whispers. Sam and Bucky glance at her and she waves them off quietly.

Steve finally steps forward — his arms wrapping around Sharon as one of her hands goes to the back of his head. Their lips attach and Y/N can’t tell if she’s filled with more pride or disgust.

“That was—” Sharon starts.

Steve finishes her sentence, “Late.”

“Damn right,” Sharon says. A moment passes before she says, “I should go.”

Steve nods, “Okay.”

The woman walks past him and he smiles at the ground before looking to car. A smirking Sam, Bucky, and Y/N staring back at him. His face drops a little and Y/N mocks him by puckering her lips. Steve waves her off and Y/N laughs.

“My brother has no game,” Y/N says. Bucky and Sam join her laugh, the statement being pretty truthful.

“No kiddin’,” Sam says.

“You must’ve taken it all,” Bucky says, looking at Y/N.

“Maybe I took it from you too,” Y/N says, scrunching her face up. Bucky shakes his head and presses his lips to hers. Sam groans out of disgust as the two start open-mouth kissing. Steve climbs in the car and leans over, his hand hitting the back of Bucky’s head.

“Get off my sister,” Steve scolds. He starts the car — it barely moves an inch before Y/N reaches her hand around and flicks Steve’s ear.

“Don’t hit my fiancé,” Y/N says. Steve reaches back and punches her leg.

“Don’t flick my ear,” he returns.

“Just stop touching each other!” Sam exclaims.

-

Steve glances in the mirror to check on Bucky and Y/N. Y/N’s staring out the window angrily as she’d been doing the whole ride over and Bucky’s eyes wander their surroundings. The car comes to a stop and Y/N eyes the white van that was parked next to them. The moment she saw Clint she started hitting Bucky’s arm out of pure excitement.

“Cap,” Clint says, shaking Steve’s hand. He glances in the car, “Lady cap.”

“Clint!” she cheers. Y/N turns to Bucky, “It’s Clint!”

“I got that,” Bucky says with a nod. She climbs out of the car and immediately jumps into Clint’s arms.

“I missed you,” she says.

“I was gone for, like, five minutes,” Clint jokes.

“And the last time I saw you we were fighting,” Y/N points out, “You shot me with an arrow.”

“It was for your own good,” he replies. Y/N rolls her eyes and jumps down from the man. She goes around the car to hug Bucky from behind, her head resting on his back.

“You know I wouldn't have called If I had any other choice,” Steve continues.

“Hey man, you're doing me a favour,” Clint says. He glances Wanda then back to Steve, “Besides, I owe a debt.”

Steve looks at Wanda, “Thanks for having my back.”

Wanda looks to Clint, “It was time to get off my ass.”

Steve shifts his gaze back to Clint, “How about our other recruit?”

“He's rarin' to go. Had to put a little coffee in him, but—” Clint opens the van. The noise startles a man that was laid in the seat, “—he should be good.”

Steve looks at Sam, the only response being a silent cross of his arms. The man climbs out of the van, looking at Clint.

“What timezone is this?” the tired man asks.

“Come on,” Clint says, pushing the man lightly to speed him up, “Come on.”

The man shakes Steve’s hand, “Captain America.”

“Mr. Lang,” Steve replies.

“It's an honour. I'm shaking your hand too long. Wow! This is awesome! Captain America,” he says. He turns to Wanda, “I know you, too. You're great!” His hands move to Steve’s shoulders, “Jeez. Ah, look, I wanna say, I know you know a lot of super people, so thinks for thanking of me.”

“What the hell?” Y/N whispers as she watches. Bucky just reaches and squeezes her thigh to acknowledge her rather than speaking.

“Hey, man!” the awestruck man says — pointing to Sam.

“What's up, Tic Tac?” Sam replies.

“Uh, good to see you. Look, what happened last time when I—” Scott says.

Sam laughs a little, “It was a great audition, but it'll… It'll never happen again.”

Steve averts the attention back to the task, “They tell you what we're up against?”

“Something about some—” he pauses, “—psycho assassins?”

Steve nods, “We're outside the law on this one. So, if you come with us, you're a wanted man.”

“Yeah, well, what else is new?” he shrugs.

“We should get moving,” Bucky suggests. Everyone looks at Bucky and Y/N’s head pops out from behind him into view.

“Oh my gosh, Ms. Rogers, huge fan — I’m Scott Lang!” the man gasps. Y/N lifts a hand and wiggles her fingers to wave.

“So, uh, what’s going on exactly?” Y/N asks.

“We got a chopper lined up,” Clint says.

A man over the PA cuts in, “Dies ist eine Notsituation. Alle Passagiere müssen den Flughafen sofort evakuieren.”

“They're evacuating the airport,” Bucky explains simply.

Sam looks at Steve, “Stark.”

“Stark?” Scott questions.

Steve nods, “Suit up.”

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[soldatbarnes]

Masterlist

A/N:

 [posts marked with ** are my rare smutty ones.]

Bucky Barnes:

Flirt : Bucky always flirts with you. Being shy, you misinterpret his intentions. 

Tongue Tied **: Your husband, Bucky, has been overly stressed about setting up a merger with his company. After your morning shenanigans are interrupted, you head to his office to help him relax a bit. // au

Panic: After a mission doesn’t go as planned, reader finds herself in the midst of a panic attack. Bucky uses the ‘5 Things’ method to help her calm down and come back to the present.

Lonely Heart: You’ve been friends with Wanda for as long as you can remember. Being the amazing friend she is, she always takes care of you on Valentine’s day. She knows that you have a crush on your neighbour. She also knows your neighbour has a crush on you. //au

Worship **: Feeling lost in the world, Bucky looks for some kind of guidance. Instead he finds you. You’re everything he didn’t know he was looking for, and it sets his soul free. // Based off of Hozier’s Take Me To Church

Sweet Dreams **:  After having a sex dream about Bucky, it’s pointed out by your friends in front of the man himself, and your adoptive father, Tony.

Don’t Compare: Bucky Barnes is in love with you. He can’t stand it every time you ignore your own qualities in favour of someone else. One day, he’s had enough and makes sure you know just how important you are. 

Last Chance: After stirring up trouble with the women in his neighbourhood, Bucky ignores his best friends advice and heads out for one last night on the town. There he meets you, and begins to consider changing his ways once he gets back home.// 40s!Bucky

Brand New Day: After refusing to take part in your friends fight against each other, you come back after some time has passed. Bucky isn’t impressed with everybody forgiving you so quickly.

Cookies And Cuddles: After your period ruins a date, you rush home upset. Bucky goes to comfort you, and make you feel better about yourself and your situation.

Cute-Icles: You and your best friend Steve opened up a nail salon a few years after college. Now he wants your former classmate and his best friend Bucky Barnes to work for you. // au

If I’d Stayed: What if Bucky had never gone to war? This is a small peak into what could have been, and what wasn’t. 

Married: You’re in love with your friends-with-benefits Bucky Barnes. Bucky’s shipping out in a week. He has an idea to keep both your hearts connected.// 40s!Bucky 

Six Months: Your daughter finds out how little time you spent with your husband before marrying him. // au; mechanic-ish; modern

Comfortable: You buy some new lingerie as a surprise for Bucky, but he doesn’t react the way you thought he would. 

Just Pretend: **You wake in the night, desperate for your ex. You tend to your needs, not knowing he was just as desperate next door. 

Series: 

This Is War : After being rejected by your best friend, Sam sets you up on a date with one of his friends. When it goes horribly, he gives you an ultimatum: Go on a makeup date with the guy, or download a dating app. You choose the latter. // Complete

The Witching Hour: You’ve married the love of your life, and have moved into your dream home. Nothing could go wrong, right? // AU-Ish // Complete

Drabbles:  Game Night | Fatherhood | No Regrets | Stay Awake | Suit | Nerd | Safe | Halloween | Ruined Date | Kitten | Romantic | Bakers | The Clown | Movie Night | Can’t Breathe | Self-Worth | Roommates | Nights Like These

Lance Tucker:

Second Chances: When your long-term boyfriend confronts you after a work gala, you’re forced to come to terms with the fact that you’ve put yourself first, affecting the love of your life.

Series:

It’s Been a While **: After not seeing your friends for months you agree to attend a bowling night. You didn’t know that Lance would be there. After not seeing him in years, you’re surprised when every interaction takes a less than innocent turn. // Mini Series // Complete

Hard To Say: A few months after you breakup with your boyfriend, he asks you for a favour. // Fake Dating AU // In Progress

Misc: 

Drabbles: Khakis- Steve Rogers | Candy- Pietro Maximoff | Forget- Chris Beck | Place to Stay- Carter Baizen

Author Rec Masterlist 

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[georgiaheartsdilfs]

sneaking in | bucky x reader

my masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

prompt ↪ "i wish you didn't have to sneak in, i love waking up to you in the morning"

warnings / other notes ↪ 

Bucky sat across from me biting his lip, we had been in this meeting for hours. It was mainly Tony and Steve bickering over who had to go to the next mission.

"Ladies, I'm sure we'd all love to watch you fight... again, but as it turns out we all have hero duty and a life." Natasha stands up dusting her hands off before tossing the folder we were given on the table.

"It's almost 12 am aswell." Clint yawns "my family don't sleep well without me" he rubs his eyes, grabbing his coat before exiting the room shortly after Nat.

Sam and Bucky looked between each other, Bruce and I had trailed off into another conversation whilst Vision had fallen asleep on Wanda's shoulder. Thor had left long before the meeting even started and rightfully so, we hadn't covered anything.

"Vision" Wanda said quietly, Steve and Tony continued bickering as the rest of us stood up "i'm off to bed." Sam yawns "can I join you in your bed" I chuckle jokingly and he walks around wrapping his arm around me.

Sam always walked me to bed, it made sense since he slept on the same floor as me "no you're suppose to sign it rogers." Tony spat "no one will sign anything, everyone is going to bed." I mumble, Bruce, Wanda and Vision all got up and left.

As Sam and I wait for the elevator Bucky jogs up behind us "hey" he says trying not to smile at me.

We had been secretly dating for 7 months, he and I both weren't sure about telling the team since our whole thing was that we didn't get along aswell as anybody else, when in fact we got together quite well.

"Hey Bucky" I say looking up at his, he was far taller than me maybe by 5 inches which in reality looked like a whole foot was missing from my height "What're you doing tonight?" Sam asked Bucky.

The elevator door opened and we all walked in, Sam to my left, Bucky to my right. Bucky had slept on the floor below us so he pressed his level and Sam pressed ours.

"probably reading, maybe a bit of sleeping since that's what people do at night, Sam." Bucky says giving Sam a displeased look "right well I guess you don't want to come to my room and watch a movie." Sam folds his arm "you're right, I don't" Bucky says before the door opens.

He walks out and I secretly wave him goodbye as he walks off "why don't you get along well with him?" Sam asks "like you do?" I ask "I get along with him more than you." Sam says "and?" I say laughing "who would want to get along with someone who can't keep a conversation" I say and Sam laughs as he agrees by nodding.

The doors open to our floors and Sam walks me to my room "goodnight sammuel" I say and he laughs "goodnight y/n/n" I wave goodbye as he walks down the hallway to his room.

"Jarvis, does anybody know?" I ask before closing the door "Know what Ms y/l/n" Jarvis says "you know about Barnes" I clear my throat speaking quietly "No Ma'am I have not told a soul" the AI responds.

"What is he doing?" I say laying on my bed, staring at the roof waiting for his response "Mr Barnes is currently having a bath and also reading." my mouth drops, he was actually reading, he didn't mind reading not that it phased him as much as the hobbit.

"Right, and what about Steve and Tony." I ask and it didn't take long for Jarvis to respond "They are in the meeting area, discussing about signing records, Ms Y/l/n" Jarvis responds and I chuckle to myself.

Jarvis wasn't particularly human, but he understood how private I wanted my life to remain. Well the relationship part of it anyways. Whenever someone asked for my whereabouts in the tower, Jarvis always asked me before immediately telling the person, maybe it was because I was the second youngest in the tower to Wanda.

Despite being an AI, I think Jarvis and I were friends, he's very loyal to Tony though.

Jumping up off my bed, I walk towards my bathroom. "I could do with a shower aswell" I huff taking my clothes off and running the shower.

Towards the end of my shower I grab a towel wrapping my hair "what's the time Jarvis?" I ask the AI wrapping another towel around my body.

"it is 1:37 am, Ms Y/l/n" he responds and I walk over to my closet, I hated staying up past 3 but if I really had to I would.

After putting my clothes on and letting my hair down I lay down in my bed, my door swings open and immediately closes "Jarvis, you tell no one." Bucky looks up at the roof and I chuckle.

He takes off his shirt jumping in bed next to me wrapping his arms around me "hi baby" he says quietly in a low voice before kissing me on the lips "mm hi Bucky" i chuckle kissing him again as he moves one hand up to my cheek.

"i was waiting for you." smiling at him he gives me a shocked face "wow, really?" he says sarcastically and I laugh hitting his chest, my hand running along his beard.

"how was your day?" he asks burying his face in the the crook of my neck "well half of the day was just Tony and Steve arguing all night and somehow, all I could think about was you hugging me like you are now." I say and he laughs "really?" he asks and I laugh "yeah what about you."

"well my girlfriend had a mission today, when she got back we all had a meeting and I couldn't take my eyes off her... all meeting because she just looked, so fucking hot." he chuckles.

"god i love you" I smile as he pulls his face out of my neck, kissing my cheek "i think i love you more, i'm the one sneaking in at night." he says making me laugh "what you're old man back can't handle it anymore?" I ask him.

"you've been doing it for seven months" I egg him on "I could have easily gone to watch a movie with Sam" he says pulling me closer "But you wouldn't have, because, he made you jealous which was the reason why you said no in the first place." my hand reaches his hair.

Running my hand through his hair he looks up at me smiling "what, am i warming up your bionic arm too much metal man?" I ask him chuckling "no, no." I say "then what is it?" I ask him gently.

"am I not allowed to stare into my girlfriend's eyes lovingly?" he says running his thumb along my cheek "i love your eyes." I say, my voice trailing off as I get lost in his steel blue eyes.

"my mother said they'd be the reason i got a girlfriend." his voice went low again "yeah i only love you for the steely blue eyes, nothing else" I say sarcastically "i love you" he holds me in his arms.

"i wish you didn't have to sneak in, i love waking up to you in the morning" I groan, his abs rubbing up against my hip "i wish i didn't have to either doll, but the way everything is going especially with Stark and Steve, I don't know how they'll react." he mumbled sitting up.

I look up at him, "sit" he says opening his legs and patting the space in between them, getting up I adjust my position to sit in the empty space between his legs, leaning my back against his stomach.

His hands being braiding my hair "do you think, if i had met you in the 40's you'd even notice me?" I ask him "you've asked me this before, y/n." his voice sound concentrated like braiding my hair was the most important thing he had done.

"yeah but it plays on my mind, you've never answered it before." I say playing with my fingers "of course i'd notice you, it would be hard not to with beautiful eyes and a bold personality like yours. you're exactly my type." he says still concentrated.

"you would have loved me back then, y/n y/l/n, it's a shame that was 60 years before your time" he chuckles "yeah, what a shame." I say looking down "hey, hey, hey my braid miss you're ruining it." he says and I laugh "right sorry".

"Ms Y/l/n, Mr Rogers is wondering if he could visit you, he is at the door." Jarvis says and Bucky lets go off my hair "don't touch it" he says grabbing his shirt and running to my bathroom closing the door.

"Sure Jarvis" I smile walking over to the door, opening it slowly "Hey Steve" I smile "Hey y/n, uh can I come in?" He asks in a gentle manner "sure I was just braiding my hair" I smile moving out of the way of the door.

Sitting on my bed he sits next to me "it looks nice" he said pointing to my hair "yeah, it's taken a while." I smile "what did ya need, Steve?" I ask politely and he sighed "I just wanted to apologise, Tony and I we don't mean to ruin meetings like that. We did have something planned." he said "oh im sure of it." I chuckle softly.

Looking over to my bathroom door, I hear Bucky's movement.

"Also, I know." Steve said snapping me out of my thoughts "About?" I hum "You and Bucky." his face changed from a gentle smile to a smirk "What, Steve, Bucky and I can barely make it through a mission." I make up an excuse.

"You think I don't know when my best bud is in love, I see it in his eyes y/n, i've known for a month or two." Steve claps "but you did try to hide it" he continues.

Bucky walks out of the bathroom "tell anyone and I'll kill you" he points his finger at Steve "I knew it, I knew it, I knew it, you are in love with her." Steve jumps up clapping "so you sneak in every night to see her." Steve says excitedly.

Bucky sits next to me with his shirt on, his flesh arm wrapping around my shoulder as he gives me an awkward look "not exactly" Bucky says "you so do" Steve laughs "I can't believe it." he covers his mouth.

"My best bud finally loosened up for a women, how long?" he asks and I sigh "what?" Bucky says "how long?'.

Well there goes the whole plan with my boyfriend.

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[elatedmarvel]

Shadow: Chapter 2

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Natasha and Bucky rescue someone from their past. Being hunted down, they bring you to the Avengers. Will it be enough to keep you safe?

Warnings: none

A/N: Here’s part 2! Let me know if you would liked to be tagged and feedback is always welcome! Thanks so much for reading! ~J

Masterlist       Chapter 1

He feels like the walls are closing in on him as he moves down the hallway. He does remember you, boy does he remember you. But that also means he remembers the last time you had been together, and he can’t bear the weight that sits on his heart.

His thoughts consume him as he makes his way back to his room. So loud that he doesn’t even notice Steve sitting on the edge of his bed and jumps.

“Steve” he glares at the blonde.

“Bucky” Steve wagers back.

Bucky stares at his best friend for a while before sighing in defeat and slouching next to Steve on the bed.

“I know her” Bucky says plainly.

“Yeah, I kind of got that part Buck.”

“I mean I guess I don’t know her. The soldier did. She was in the red room the same time as Natasha.”

“That makes sense. Natasha said she was like a sister to her. How does all this fit together though Buck?”

“I worked in the red room for a while. Natasha said that we worked together before right?”

Steve nodded. “Well, it was mostly me and Y/N working together. Wherever she went, Natasha went. That’s how she earned her nickname, shadow”

“How long were was the soldier there Bucky?”

Bucky stalls for a moment, trying to remember the exact timeline, but all he can think about when he looks back is you. He shakes his head, trying to see if he can shake out the sound of your laugh.

“I’m not sure. Maybe 6 months?”

“That’s enough time to catch feelings.”

“I don’t have feelings for Y/N” he says automatically. But even he doesn’t think that sounded convincing.

He catches Steve smiling at him from the corner of his eye and lets out a huff.

“I can’t have feelings for her.” Bucky whispers.

Steve’s smile falls to a frown as he looks over his best friend. Bucky looks so defeated it almost makes his heart ache.

“Why?”

The question was simple, but Bucky couldn’t answer. He didn’t know how to explain that he was the root of your problems, that he had only brought you pain and suffering when you had given him hope and compassion. His gut twisted just thinking about it.

“I hurt her Steve” is all Bucky can say before tears start to well up in his eyes.

Past

You finish braiding your hair when you see Natalia leaning against the door. You send a small smile at her through the mirror and she reciprocates with one of her own.

“You look beautiful тень”, you snort at her comment.

“I’ll never be as pretty as you Nat. Besides this isn’t about looks” you tease.

You both stand there for a moment in silence, knowing what was coming next.

“He’s here” Natalia says with little emotion in her voice. You turn and look at her and nod. Everyone had been gossiping about the soldat’s arrival for days now. Being the fist of hydra, everyone wanted to work with him. Everyone wanted to get picked for this mission, but you. You knew that being picked for this mission meant that you were the best of the Red Room, there would be no escaping if you were picked.

Natalia lead the way to the main training room where everyone was gathered. Today, Hydra and the soldat would choose their accomplice, whose life they would trap. There had been rumors that it would be between you or Natalia, like always, but you hoped that this wouldn’t be true. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice Natalia come to a stop before you and you bumped into her. You felt the headmaster’s glare on you before you gave a weak smile and stepped in line.  

With all the girls lined up, you could see now that the soldat had not arrived yet. The headmaster went on explaining that hydra would come and pick four girls they believed to be best, they would fight and then the soldat himself would choose. A tingle ran up your spine thinking about him. You had spent all last night awake, thinking of what he might look like.

Suddenly the door opened and in walks in a large, hulking man trailed by 3 others. You don’t notice anything but him. His eyes seemed bluer than the sky you remembered, his hair was long and dark and you wanted to run your fingers through it. You had heard of the metal arm, but you hadn’t thought that it would be this pretty, it didn’t look like a weapon of mass destruction. He didn’t look like a weapon.

Your breath caught in your throat as you made eye contact with him and your face flushed. One of the men with him spoke first “the blonde one second from the left, the brunette in the middle, the red head, and the one with the braid.” They all stepped forward and you realized that you were being called. Your stomach twisted as you took the step.

Before you knew it, you were being separated in pairs. You would be fighting Isobel, a girl you had loathed since you were forced in here.

You looked at her before taking a fighting stance, you had to make this look believable. You saw the determination in her eyes before she lunged you. You ducked half-heartly out of the way. She came at you again and again, landing some punches when you had been forcibly too slow. You calculated that she was getting tired now, and that for her to knock you out, you had to let her win now.

Isobel gave one last huff before she charged you, and you purposefully stayed your ground, letting her tackle you. You saw the gleam in her eye as she realized she had won. You could feel Natalia’s eyes on you. She knew what you were doing, you didn’t just lose to someone you had beat 100 times over in training out of the blue. But you didn’t care, it seemed your plan was working when Natalia had to fight Isobel, taking you out of the running.  

In the end, Natalia stood victoriously over a whimpering Isobel and you had believed that to be the end. The four of you lined up again as the headmaster ran over your names to the guests. You had been barely paying attention, knowing that Natalia was slotted to be the one they chose. Until you heard your name fall from his lips.

Your head snapped up so fast you thought you had given yourself whiplash. Shock and sadness flooded your eyes as you made eye contact with him again. It seemed his choice was not sufficient for his handlers as they started to bark at him. They walked to a small corner to reprimand him but you could see he held his ground. He wanted you. Your stomach clenched again, in fear or something else you weren’t sure.

They returned and with reluctance said your name again, announcing however that Natalia was to also to be helping. You couldn’t focus on what came next. You had to pack your bags as you were leaving that night, you would go to a house with the soldat to live and train while on this mission. You feel Natalia guide you back to your room before you break down crying.

Instead of letting you cry on her shoulder, she packed for you, hugged you and murmured how it would be ok before she shoved you towards them. Seeing the sadness in her eyes made you want to be strong.

The car ride to your new prison was long. You were sat in the very back with the four men in front of you. You were done with being sad, and scared. In that moment you had decided that you would not be broken by them. You would stand strong and you would find a way out.

Present

“Good morning sleepy head” Natasha sang as she waltzed into your room. You groaned and threw a pillow at her. You could hear she caught the pillow and let out a small laugh.

“Come on Y/N, we’re moving you to your new room today!” and poked you on your side. You flinched and opened your eyes to see her bouncing next to your bed.

The day after Bucky had run out of your room, you had been placed in the cradle. Now healed and ready to get back into action, you were being moved into a private room in the tower.

“I have nothing to move” you tried to joke as you sat up and grabbed for the cardigan Natasha had brought for you.

“Well then we go shopping! Wanda has been dying to get out of here” and she continues blabbing about where to go and what to get, but you zone out. You had met everyone while in the hospital wing of the tower and you were shocked by how friendly they were with one another. They were truly like a family you did not have.

Natasha must have noticed you slip into your daydream because she poked you on the side again and laughed when you grumbled. Had she always been this care free you think, before you let her drag you out of the room and towards your new one.

You step out of the elevator and Natasha continues to ramble on about the perks of the tower. “Here is the largest common space, that’s the largest kitchen, every room has a small kitchenette and a bathroom…” but you’ve spaced out, you’ll explore later. You walk up a flight of stairs and take a left, to a branch that had only two doors on opposite sides of the wall.

“Here’s your room” she says as she grandly gestures to the right-sided door and opened it. You’re breath caught in your throat when you saw the room.

It was large, most of the walls were painted a cream color except for the wall of light blue where your bed was. The bed had a large padded headboard with white and blue bedding. Everything seemed so familiar, to the light wooden desk to the gold chandelier that you felt tears rising to your eyes and you looked over at Nat. She looked at you with a smirk on her face and you knew it was her doing. This was the dream room you had described to her when you were in the red room, right down to the gold paintings hanging on the wall.

“Thank you” you managed to get out and pulled her into a bone crushing hug.

“Your welcome. Wanda and I thought it was fun, plus it put the boys to work. Maybe this will convince you to stay longer” she smiled at you and lead you to a door on the right side. She turned on the light and you could see it was a large walk in closet.

“We put some basics in here, but we’ll still have to go shopping for more.” she stated and lead you back into the room. Your room.

You sat on the bed and noticed how comfortable it was.

“Feels like a cloud?” Nat raises an eyebrow, you nod with a heavenly sigh as you lay back.

Another 15 minutes of Nat showing you around the room and the luxury bathroom, she slipped out saying that she had to train, but you were to meet back down in the common area in 3 hours so you could go shopping.

Left with your own thoughts, you wander out in the hallway and try to decide what to do. The door across from you opens and you jump seeing the person walk out.

“Bucky” you breath, settling a hand over your racing heart.

He gives you a small smile and quickly walks away. You stumble back into your room, thoughts fleeting through your mind, but it always came back to Bucky. Bucky was here, he lived in the room next to yours. You were pretty sure he didn’t remember you, that you were a locked away memory from the soldat. This made your stomach sink and your heart ache as you thought about the time you had spent together.

“Y/N!” Wanda gasped as you emerged from your dressing room, “you look amazing!”. You gave her a small smile before stepping to the center of the three way mirror and examining yourself. All of your wounds had been healed by the cradle, but you swore you could see little scars. Your long hair and bright eyes were now duller, exhaustion and being hunted taking its toll on you. But otherwise you looked good. Your fit and svelte body looked goddess like as you spun around in your dress.

From the corner of your eye you see Nat smile at your old habit as she did a small twirl of her own.

“Tell me why we need these nice dresses again?” you ask.

“Tony throws so many grand parties for who knows what. You’ll definitely need it at some point, so why not buy them now?” she teases and walks back to her fitting room.

“Y/N, tell me about how you know Natasha?” Wanda asks from her dressing room.

“I was 5 and she was 8 when I was sent to the red room. I cried my first night there and Nat unfortunately was my roommate.” your eyes dropped a little at the memory. “But she slid into my bed, braided my hair and hummed me to sleep. She kept doing that every night. She was my best friend, my sister.” you smile as you eye Natasha’s dressing room door. You could hear the small sniffle she let out and knew that she was getting emotional at the memory as well.

“What about you and Bucky?” Wanda asks as Natasha lets out a warning sound, but it was too late.

“That’s… We… He and I…” you stumbled, trying to find the simplest words you could, but finding it hard when all you could think of were his blue eyes.

“The soldat and I worked together on a mission before…” you say. Separating the soldat and Bucky made it easier for you to explain.

“That’s not all, it can’t be” Wanda questions as she moves out of her dressing room, many new items in her hand.

You smile as you think of your time with him, “It was complicated.” And with that you walk back into your dressing room, shut the door, and try not to have a breakdown over the soldat that was not and never would be yours.  

Part 3

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[avengersnthings]

Do I Wanna Know? (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: Do I wanna know? / If this feeling flows both ways / Sad to see you go / Was sorta hoping that you'd stay / Baby we both know / That the nights were mainly made for saying / Things that you can't say tomorrow day / Crawlin' back to you

Word Count: 1,365

Warnings: Angst, some swearing

A/N: This is based off of the Arctic Monkeys’s song, “Do I Wanna Know.” If you want to be added to my Tag List, just let me know! Enjoy!

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MASTERLIST

Bucky hated this, watching you laugh as you tried to hide the blush that encompassed your entire face while your hand rested on the chest of some man. A man that wasn’t Bucky. Running a hand down his face, Bucky sighed at the situation he was in. It wasn’t right of him to get jealous or angry at the man you were with, and Bucky knew that. He couldn’t help but feel those feelings though. No matter what way Bucky looked at it, he knew. He knew that he loved you, and he had no damn idea how it happened. 

Leaning back in his chair, Bucky took a swig of whatever drink was in his glass. It didn’t matter what it was because it had absolutely no effect on him. That’s one of the many things that Bucky hated about the serum: he can’t get drunk. Not even when he is trying to flush out the image of you leaning flirtatiously into another man while Bucky just sits back and watches.

Abruptly pushing his chair back, Bucky stood to leave. Just when he was about to turn his back on the vision of you and some other man, your sweet voice called out to him. Bucky wanted to leave, he really did. He wanted to try to get rid of whatever feelings he had towards you because he knew that there was no chance in Hell that you would even think about reciprocating those feelings he had for you. But just as if Bucky was a fish on a hook, you reeled him in so easily with your sweet voice. 

“Where are you going, Buck?” You had asked, and Bucky couldn’t help but smile at the sound of your voice. 

“I’m pretty tired so I was going to head to bed,” He said, lying through his teeth. There was no way that Bucky could even be remotely tired since it was so early in the night.

Face falling, dejected, you nodded. “Okay, get some rest then. Night, Buck.”

“Night,” Bucky replied, heading towards his room. It was stupid to go back to his room, really, since all Bucky did was stay awake thinking about you. Just accepting the fact that you were going to fill his head with false hopes in his dreams, Bucky crawled under his sheets. And he was right, because there you were in his dreams, inviting him in with your soft lips and sweet voice.

It was the fifth time Bucky dreamed about you that week.

Days have since passed from the party where Bucky saw you with that man. Thankfully, to Bucky’s relief, he never saw that man again. It seemed like things didn’t work out between the two of you. Nevertheless, you still filled Bucky’s dreams each and every night.

You filled Bucky’s thoughts during every waking moment, too. It seemed like you were everywhere, which was a blessing and a curse all wrapped up in that pretty little smile only Bucky received. It was a blessing in the sense that Bucky was always with you. During training, during time off, during meals... those were the times Bucky cherished the most. It was a curse though when Bucky realized that the two of you would only be friends, no matter what.

As Bucky sat on the couch next to you, his arm slung around your shoulders, Bucky got lost in his thoughts of you once again. Bucky had constantly tried to distance himself, but it failed each and every time. Bucky had tried to find someone new, someone who might return his feelings. But without a doubt, Bucky came crawling back to you, clinging onto the false hopes that you gave him in his dreams. It was like he was too busy being yours to find someone new.

But you weren’t his, Bucky reminded himself time and time again. Bucky gave his whole heart to you over and over again without even knowing if you returned his feelings. 

Do I wanna know? Bucky asked himself as he looked down at you. Do I even want to know if these feelings flow both ways?

Shaking his head, as if to rid himself of his thoughts, Bucky stared back towards the TV. No, he didn’t want to know. Because if he did know, and if your answer was no, Bucky didn’t want to deal with the heart break it would inevitably cause him.

So Bucky sat back as he watched men flirt with you as he silently held a torch for you that would never burn out.

Months have passed and the amount of times Bucky had to restrain himself was overwhelming. It was hard for Bucky not to hate the men that flirted and touched the love of his life. Hell, it was even hard for Bucky to restrain himself from beating the shit out of the man that sent you home crying one night. But it was absolutely overwhelming for Bucky to restrain himself from kissing you. Absolutely nothing compared to the ache that Bucky felt in his chest when he thought of kissing you but realized he couldn’t.

It was like fate was toying with him, it really was. It was some sick cat and mouse game that he was playing with fate. Fate was the mouse that constantly kept escaping his claws, even when he was so close. So close to finally knowing what it felt to have your lips against his.

No matter what situation Bucky found himself in, he was always on the cusp of trying to kiss you. You were always so close to him. It would have been so easy for Bucky to just lean over and place his lips on yours. But Bucky still didn’t know if you felt the same way that he did. The one thing he did know was that if you felt the same way, you could be together if you wanted to.

Do I still wanna know? Bucky asked himself again as he turned over the idea of asking if you felt the same way. One look at the smile you gave him and Bucky knew his answer. No, he still didn’t want to know because he couldn’t risk forever losing that smile you reserved only for him.

Screw heartbreak, Bucky thought loudly to himself as he practically sprinted down the hallway. I need to know.

Over the last two months, you had met someone. Someone that could actually mean something to you. Bucky didn’t think too much of it at first, seeing how those dirt-bags usually dumped you in a few weeks. That was something Bucky never understood, how those people just tossed you aside. If Bucky had you, you would be the most cherished and loved person in the whole world. What really sounded the alarms in Bucky’s head was when he saw you give the man the smile you reserved only for Bucky.

Turning the corner sharply, a sigh of relief escaped his lips when he saw you waiting on the couch, ready for your date. He had caught you, and just in time.

“(Y/N), I need to tell you something,” Bucky said, cutting through the silence and gaining your attention. Nodding your head and patting the seat beside you, Bucky made his way towards you. Taking your hands in his, Bucky stared into the eyes he loved so dearly. With one more nod of your head, to tell him you were listening, Bucky drew in a quick breath. 

“(Y/N), I love you. I’ve loved you for so long, and so deeply that I forgot how I was before I met you. Every aspect of my life is flooded with thoughts of you, and I can’t stop it. No matter how hard I try. I am too busy being yours to fall for somebody new. And no matter what, I always come crawling back to you. It makes me so sad to see you go off with other men. So, I need to know. Do you want me crawling back to you? Do you want me to be yours? Do you love me as I love you?”

All Bucky received was silence.

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[stardust-and-snickerdoodles]

I’m Sure They’ll Understand pt. 2

part 1

fandom: MCU

pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

summary: It’s been a couple months since the party and you’re officially free of HYDRA’s hold on you. The memories still remain, along with the guilt, but at least there’s no chance of reverting back to a murderous super soldier. Steve wants you to try to meet the Avengers once more, and despite your fear, you agree.

warnings: angst

word count: 2017

a/n: i got a little carried away... oops.

“You want to bring her on a mission? Did those seventy years in the ice freeze your braincells, too?” Tony glares at Steve across the conference room. The whole team is assembled to discuss an upcoming mission and Steve has just announced his decision to bring you along. “The party was one thing, but this is serious business.”

Steve meets his glare steadily. “Shuri said she’s clear for action. She managed to override all the programming that HYDRA implemented. Plus, Y/N’s not going to be doing any fighting. I just want her to have a chance to bond with you guys.”

Natasha clears her throat and sits up a little straighter. “Look, Steve, I want you to know that I support you and Y/N. But frankly, it’s not the best idea for her to be exposed to HYDRA so soon after deprogramming.”

“Even I couldn’t go on missions for a few months after I came out of cryo again,” Bucky cuts in, tapping his fingers on the table. “It’s nothing against Y/N, it’s just…”

“It’s just you don’t trust her,” Steve says accusingly, sweeping his across the whole room. His team members can’t meet his eyes. He continues, “Y/N deserves your trust. She’s been working so hard for the last year to get better. All the things that she did with HYDRA weren’t her fault.” Steve turns to look at Bucky again. “Buck, I expected some understanding from you at least. None of us hold you responsible for anything you did in the past.” Bucky looks down at his hands guiltily. “So why is it so different for Y/N?”

“Steve,” Natasha says gently. “We’re not trying to attack you or Y/N here. We’re trying to do what’s best for the team. And teaming up with someone who willingly joined HYDRA, not to mention injured you, doesn’t seem smart.” Natasha holds her hand up when Steve begins to interrupt. “I know she had no other choice. But she’s still a liability.”

The fight has died from Steve’s voice. “Just give her a chance. I’ll even stay in the quinjet with her during the mission. I’ll make sure she’s safe.”

“Not a chance, capsicle,” Tony interjects. “Fury wants you taking point on this one. If anyone’s going to stay with her, it’s the Manchurian Candidate over there.” He nods his head toward Bucky.

Bucky’s face is a mixture of disappointment and anger. “Why me?”

“Because you’re the only one who’s been through the same sort of thing Y/N has,” Natasha explains. “You can empathize with her situation.”

Bucky crosses his arms but doesn’t say anything else. The logic is sound, but that doesn’t mean he’s happy about it.

“So, she can come?” Steve asks, trying to keep from sounding like a giddy child.

There’s silence as the rest of the team exchange glances. Steve can hear his heart pounding in his ears. All he wants is for the team to accept you. No matter your past or the horrible things you were forced to do. He wants them to see you like he sees you – beautiful, intelligent, and worthy of love and compassion.

Tony sighs and drags a hand across his face, sighing. “As long as she stays in the jet.”

…

“I didn’t think we’d be going on a whole-ass mission, Stevie,” you murmur as you pull on one of your boots. The rest of the Avengers have been giving you a wide berth while you all get ready. You eye them all nervously, watching them prepare. The only one who has even spoken to you is, of course, Steve. “You said you just wanted me to hang out with them.”

He offers you a small, reassuring smile. “It’ll be okay, Y/N. It’s a small base; nothing out of the ordinary anyway.”

You tug your other boot on and stand. Even though you’re not going to be doing any fighting, you’re still suited up in a black and forest green bodysuit, along with your signature black hood. You’re not allowed any guns, but your preferred weapon is a bow so you don’t need them anyway. You do, however, have one small knife sheathed at each hip; it’s the most the team would let you have. Your quiver feels empty without any arrows in it, but you understand that the team’s safety is priority. And although there’s no chance of you reverting back to your brainwashed ways, you can tell the Avengers still don’t trust you.

You pat Steve on the shoulder and move closer to the doors of the prep room, hopping from one foot to another as nerves surge through you. You have your back to the rest of the team so you don’t have to deal with their worried glances any longer.

Bucky moves to stand next to Steve, who is adjusting one of the straps on his suit. Bucky sighs as he looks at you. “I still don’t think this is a good idea, Steve,” he says.

“And frankly, I don’t care,” Steve shoots back before walking toward you without another word. Bucky shakes his head and continues to get ready.

Steve places a gentle hand on your arm and you stop your anxious movement. “Ready?” he asks.

You nod and look at the waiting quinjet outside. “I just wish we’d get a move on. I don’t know how much longer I can stand here without throwing something.”

Steve looks at you with worry in his eyes as the rest of the team glances around nervously.

You roll your eyes. “I’m kidding,” you say a little louder, trying to set everyone at ease.

A few moments later, Tony claps his hands together and announces that it’s time to leave. You mumble a quick “thank God” and head out the doors to the jet.

You sit close to the back, leaving a seat for Steve to join you if he wants to. Everyone else takes seats toward the front and you try not to be offended by the amount of space they leave between you and them. Steve sits down next to you though and you flash him a grateful smile.

The ride to the HYDRA base is nearly silent, the tension thick in the air. The team’s thoughts are preoccupied with both the mission and your possible actions. Meanwhile, you attempt to lighten your own mood by playing Sticks with Steve. He’s much better at it than you are but it’s a good distraction. Your soft giggles and words float up to the front of the jet where everyone else is sitting.

“Ten bucks says they’re making out by the end of the mission,” Sam whispers, his own attempt at an icebreaker.

Nat snorts. “I say by the time we get to the base.”

“Deal.” Sam smirks and they shake hands. A bit of the tension lifts and a conversation starts up between the rest of the team members.

You’re half-paying attention to their voices when you hear your name. It’s Nat, trying to get your attention. “Y/N! Clint wants to know what kind of arrows you prefer.”

You blink slowly, trying to register the words. Someone wants to know about you? Your Sticks game forgotten, you fidget nervously with the hilt of one of your knives. “Um,” you start, clearing your throat, “I use smoke bomb arrows a lot. Good for cover when you’re trying to get through a place that’s heavily crowded with hostiles. Sonic arrows are good for distractions.”

Clint nods and takes a few arrows from his quiver. He hands them to Nat, who passes them down the line of chairs to you. You take them hesitantly, noticing that they’re a mix of the two types of arrows you mentioned.

Tony frowns and says to Clint, “I thought we said no weapons.”

Clint rolls his eyes. “They’re barely weapons. They don’t do any damage besides stunning, at the most. Besides, I’m considering it a welcome gift.”

“A welcome gift? For what?” Tony asks, incredulous.

“The Avengers, obviously. It doesn’t look like she’s going anywhere anytime soon.”

The two guys look over at you and Steve. The two of you are now holding hands lightly. As they watch, Steve brushes a strand of hair out of your face and you blush.

Tony hums lightly but doesn’t say anything else.

You can’t help but notice that the rest of the team seems a little more at ease since Clint’s peace offering. A few times, some of the other members ask simple questions but it doesn’t often branch into a longer conversation. Still, you’re happy that they seem to be learning to accept you.

Once you arrive at the base, Steve stands and briefly explains the mission, reiterating once again that you will remain in the jet with Bucky. Things move quickly from there, with Steve handing you an earpiece and instructing you on how to use it before leading the rest of the team out of the jet. You watch them leave, sending up a quick prayer that everyone returns safely.

Once it’s just you and Bucky, you glance around the jet. Bucky hasn’t moved except to take a knife from its sheath and begin to flip it absentmindedly. The tension from before is back, even stronger now.

You can hear the team talking through the earpiece but you barely pay any attention. It’s mostly Tony making jokes and Steve instructing the others on where to go. Eventually, the silence inside the jet gets to you and you have to say something. You clear your throat and Bucky turns to look at you, his face unreadable. “So… is your specialty knives?” You immediately feel dumb for asking such a ridiculous question but can’t do anything about it now.

Bucky shrugs and flips his knife again. “Don’t really have much of a specialty. Used to be a sniper. HYDRA trained me in everything though.”

You nod and silence settles in the air again. Bucky seems to be closed off, which is why it surprises you when he speaks once more, “I remember you from… then. When we were with HYDRA.”

The way he says “when we” makes it sound like some sort of pact. Like some shared trauma that ties you together. You force your mouth to not smile and meet his eyes. “I remember you, too.”

“They called you Ranger, right?”

A tingle goes down your spine at the old name. “Yeah. I don’t use that anymore, though. Too many bad associations.”

Bucky nods, and you think you see a little empathy on his face. “It’s the same with me and the Winter Soldier.” He pauses and there’s hesitation in his voice when he says, “I don’t… I don’t hate you, you know.”

Your eyes widen a bit. “God, Bucky, I never thought that. I know how hard it must be to trust me, though.” You run the edge of your fingernail along your thumb unconsciously, one of those little tics that you do when you’re nervous. You laugh quickly, “Hell, sometimes I don’t even trust myself. So I get it. I don’t expect you to-”

Suddenly, you hear a flurry of gunshots through your earpiece. There are shouts and bangs, all assaulting you at once. You try to focus on one sound, one voice, but everyone is talking over each other. Bucky sits up a little straighter and presses a finger against his earpiece. “What’s going on?” he demands.

“Barnes!” Tony’s voice comes through finally, louder than the rest of the commotion. “We need backup in here; the base is larger than we thought.”

Bucky immediately stands and you start to follow suit, preparing to fight. But Bucky stops you with one hand held out. “What about Y/N?”

There’s no response for a little bit. Finally, Tony again, “Bring her in.”

As you gear up, Bucky shows you where Clint’s extra arrows are and you begin to load them into your quiver. The earpiece is once again only filled with the sounds of gunfire. That is, until Sam’s voice breaks through with three words that shatter your heart.

“Rogers is down!”

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part 3

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[abrunettefangirlnerd]

I Won’t Hurt Her

Prompt: You are Tony’s best friend and falling in love with Bucky. Tony is really protective over you.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: NONE

You lay sprawled across his bed as he paces back and forth before you. Knots eat away at your stomach as you fear the thought of loosing him. A part of you regrets telling him but you knew it had to be done. The truth was killing you and if anyone could understand you thought it would be your best friend.

“He killed my parents (Y/N),” Tony turns to face you.

“You and I both know that wasn’t him. It was HYDRA.” Sitting up you reveal your wet, scared eyes.

             Tony continues to pace back and forth, talking to himself. You continue to ask yourself if you should have just fought off your feelings. Bucky and you have only stolen little moments in secret. They usually consist of lingering touches and looks, and midnight talks in the kitchen when he can’t sleep.

“Thank you again.” Bucky’s tired whisper fills the vacant kitchen.

“It’s no problem,” you insisted. “My mom used to make this for me when I couldn’t sleep.”

             Watching him take another sip of your mom’s famous hot chocolate you watch a smile form against Bucky’s lips. Taking a drink from yours, his smile thickens at the sight of whip cream on your nose. Bucky can’t help but be in awe, since being free from HYDRA’s control he has yet to see anything as adorable as you.

             Reaching his hand across the counter, he attempts to wipe the cream from the tip of your nose.  Getting it all, he moves his thump down to your lips. His eyes hold yours in a trance as you mechanically lick the cool substance from his skin.

“Thank you,” you say looking down with a enormous smile and red cheeks.

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“I don’t think Tony likes me very much,” Bucky’s eyes float to the ground. “I can’t really blame him.”

“Buck,” you lift his chin. “He doesn’t hate you. Tony understands that it wasn’t you, he just doesn’t know where to center his anger or pain at.”

             An aching pain of your own courses through your chest, hitting your heart. Over the last few months you and Bucky have shared stories about your pasts, what you want in the future, things you both wish to change. Learning about what he did killed Bucky every day. Sometimes you wonder if he will ever forgive himself, but you fear he never will.

             Wrapping your arms around his torso, Bucky freezes at the sudden contact. It isn’t the sort of thing you do often. Usually your touches are on a much smaller scale like holding hands, brushing hair out of the other’s face, wiping tears. Though after a few moments you feel Bucky’s arms cling on to your body for dear life.

“Don’t forget that you are a part of this team,” rubbing circles on his back, as shiver dances out of him onto you. “This team has your back. You have Steve… and you have me.”

             Not thinking about the future problems you will have with Tony, you continue to hold Bucky until he is ready to let go. It may have been minutes or hours, neither of you really knew but it doesn’t matter. For the first time the both of you have found strange comfort with someone that isn’t first-and-foremost their best friend.

             Letting go, you gaze into the others eyes without noticing the distance closing. Easier than two magnets coming together, Bucky’s lips devour yours in an overdue passionate kiss. Running your fingers through his hair you deepen the kiss. You want to be as close to him as possible and you never want to let go.

“I’ve never felt like this about anyone Tony.” Hiding your hands under your knees, you glance up into his eyes. “You know me better than anyone. So you know that I never really cared much for dating or being in a relationship. Very attractive men have asked me out but it never went anywhere. With Bucky…” tears threaten your vision, “I don’t know, with Bucky it is all different. I feel safe with him but I’m constantly on my toes, and when he’s not around I miss him like crazy.”

             Frustrated from the wave of emotion, you aggressively throw your back against the mattress. Controlling your breathing, covering your face in your hands, Tony takes a seat next to you. Prying your face free he props your body in his arms as you calm down.

“(Y/N), I’m never going to not worry about you,” he starts, stroking your hair. “You’re my best friend and I am here for you, no matter who you choose.”

             Looking at your best friend you see the pain in his eyes. You can’t imagine how hard it must be for him to accept that you hold feelings for someone that has brought him heartache. While him and his father never got along, he was still his father and Tony loved his mother very much. You hope that if the situation was reversed that you would be doing the same for him.

             Wiping your eyes a smile creeps across your lips as you take in what Tony is saying. Embracing him in a hug, you are out the door in a matter of seconds racing down the hall. The sound of your shoes against the floor echoes down the hall as you make your way to Bucky’s room.

             Halting outside his door provides you with the few moments you need to catch your breath. Nerves creep up from the center of your stomach twisting your butterflies into cages of knots. Both terrified and electrified, you knock on his door and wait for him to open it.

             Before the door fully opens your legs propel your body onto his. Legs wrap around his waist, his hands steady you by grasping your thighs. Consuming his eyes with yours, your fingers brush softly through his hair as your foreheads pull together like magnets.

             Not waiting another second his lips find yours immediately. Still, you can sense confusion in his hold on you. Feeling him pull back you assure him to keep going by deepening the kiss. Backing up into his room you two find the bed. Finally you let the both of you catch your breath and your thoughts.

“What about-“

“He wants me to be happy,” you interrupt gasping the air around you. “That means you.”

“Yeah and don’t make me regret it,” Tony’s voice makes you both jump.

             Climbing off of Bucky you feel the heat in your cheeks start to rise. You feel as if you just got caught sneaking a boy into your room by your father. Standing next to Bucky’s sitting posture you try to hold your shoulder back and keep your head up high.

“I won’t hurt (Y/N), I love her.” Bucky assures surprising you.

“You better not.” Tony smirks looking between the two of you before landing his gaze upon Bucky once again. 

“You have a metal arm. I have a metal suit.”

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[buckysgoldenheart]

Sometime Around Midnight: One shot

Sometime Around Midnight

Based on the song “Sometime Around Midnight” by The Airborne Toxic Event

Bucky lost you once...but he can’t again.

Words: 1901

Warnings: Some “bad” words

 Bucky sat there at the bar, an extra-large shot of whiskey in his hand, as the crowd around him danced to the music the house band was playing. He hated this bar, but Bucky just wanted to forget. Forget you.

It was one month after you broke up. Thirty whole days and as each one passed Bucky felt like a piece of his heart was chipping away. Steve tried everything he could to get his best friend back to his normal self but without you, there was no hope. Bucky loved you. He loved you so much he let you go. It’s not like being an avenger/super soldier and having a metal arm meant your loved ones would be safe. What would keep you safe was being as far away from him as possible, so that is what he set out to make happen and since that day he has never been able to forget the look on your face that he was sure mirrored his own. That complete and utter look of heart break.

But god, did he still want you, miss you, need you, love you. Bucky was in an unnatural hell, but he brought it on himself. He was an idiot to think he could be who he is and have you too. You deserved someone better, someone mentally healthier, someone to have a family with. And as far as Bucky knew, that couldn’t be him, not matter how desperately he wanted it to be.

Bucky had just downed his third drink when he heard the little bell at the handle of the front door ding and he looked over in that direction. And for fucks sake, there you were. Beautiful, as always, and it was like time stopped, as cliché as that is. You wore that one dress you had once worn to a party of Tonys, the same party where you and Bucky had first kissed, and seeing you in it again was like a freshly sharpened knife to the gut.

He wanted to walk up to you and kiss you, remind you of why you should be together until he remembered that it was his fault you weren’t his girlfriend anymore, not yours. So, he stayed in his seat and tapped the counter with his hand to inform the bartender that he would be needing another drink ASAP. How was he supposed to be here while you were here? How was he supposed to know that you were ten feet away from him and he wasn’t allowed to touch you?

So, with his forth drink in hand, Bucky watched you as you made your way through the crowd towards a group of people in the corner of the bar. A group with too many guys if you asked him. You smiled that horribly painful smile as you hugged your friends and began to laugh about god knows what. Bucky couldn’t even begin to guess what the others were talking about, but by the way your eyes lit up when you spoke, and how your smile was just a little bigger, Bucky knew you were probably talking about your job, which you loved, or your dog, which he had come to love as well, or maybe even telling some story about your crazy aunt who you always found practically insane, but still hysterical. All Bucky knew for sure is that you weren’t talking about him.

Then as if you could read his thoughts and feel his eyes on the skin of your cheek, you whipped your head and your E/C eyes bore into his like daggers. Bucky sucked in a breath that he could only seem to exhale in silent sort bursts out his nose. His mouth was open in preparation for the liquor in his hand and when he saw your eyes clearly for the first time in so long, it stayed like that. Slack-jawed and nearly on the floor. He thought he must’ve looked like a fucking idiot.

Bucky allowed himself one second to look away from you, just one second to blink because his eyes were starting to hurt from dryness, but when the second was over and his eyes were open once again, you were walking toward him, causally, as if what he had done hadn’t broken your heart as well.

“Hi, Bucky.” You smiled, but he noticed it hadn’t quite reached your eyes and the understanding hurt him to his core. With your presence carried the scent roses that Bucky was so used to, that was still so unbelievably intoxicating. Even after an entire month, it was like the first taste of a drug he had long tried to put behind him. He now realized how much he missed it, your perfume, the smell of your hair when he buried his face in it, the smell of your skin as he kissed you up and down, you, just you. Fuck, he missed you.

“Hi…Y/N…” He replied, taking one last, long gulp of the alcohol before setting the glass down on the bar. When he turned back to you, he caught a frown on your face that was quickly replaced with a false smile when you noticed his eyes back on yours.

“How are you?” You asked, but the music grew so loud that Bucky could barely hear you. It was like your words were slipping away from him and so were you if he didn’t do something about it now. He had to do something about it now. Screw all his anxiety. He needed you. He loved you.

“Y/N…” Bucky began, standing from the bar in front of you, ready to bare his soul, when an arm that was clearly not his, slipped around your waist and pulled you up against them. When Buckys head rush allowed him to focus his vision, he saw the one thing he knew would kill him in his life. Not hydra, not Sam or Tony, not even a natural disaster or old age. It was this. You, with some assholes arms wrapped around you while he kissed your neck and nibbled at the skin that used to be reserved for Bucky only.

“Y/N, babe…” The stranger whispered. “Are you ready to go?”

God, it was like this stranger was flaunting you in front of him. With his eyes, Bucky pleaded for you not to go, but he knew whether you recognized the look or not, you would still leave with this new man. You were never one for drama. You would never make a scene. Most importantly, you would never publicly embarrass someone, even if you wanted to be with someone else. So, you did exactly as Bucky expected. You smiled, said ‘goodnight,’ and took the guys hand before turning to leave the bar. Bucky sat himself back down and had another drink.

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It had only been a month, so it wasn’t as if you moved and now he stood in front of the door to your apartment, breathing so hard he was surprised you didn’t hear it from inside. Bucky didn’t know what he was thinking, just that he had to see you again tonight. He had to see you again every day for the rest of his life and this was his only chance to make it happen.

It took three knocks before you came to the door with one arm holding your robe together at your chest. You were clearly naked underneath and Bucky wanted to strangle that asshole. Its not that it was any of his business, but if you had sex with that guy he might just die.

“Bucky?” You questioned, with a voice like honey to Buckys ears. “You’re here?”

Somehow, this time around, your voice soothed him instead of made him slightly anxious and he smiled back at you. He just wanted to grab you and hold you, kiss the top of your head as you wrapped your own arms around him and never let you go. But, he couldn’t make his body move. He had to speak first, and he had to do it quick before you realized he was slowly going mad.

“Y/N…” Bucky began, sucking in one big, deep breath before continuing. “I want you back. No, shit!” He snapped at himself. “I don’t want you, I need you. I have been slowly dying every day without you. I was a fucking idiot. I was…I was just trying to do what I thought was right and it turned out to be the worst thing I have ever done in my life… You don’t have to want to be with me again, but god Y/N, I love you. I love you so much and if you just give me the chance, if you give us a chance again, I won’t disappoint you. I’ll take such good care of you. We can be happy. I love you. I just…I love you.” He finished by taking in a breath of air and slowly exhaling through his nose. All he wanted from you was a response, good or bad, it didn’t matter. He just wanted to know that you heard him, that you would think about what he said, that he did everything in his power to get you back. He just wanted you, but at the end of the day, it was your choice and Bucky would respect whatever you decided.

“Bucky…” You whispered. “You love me?”

Bucky was surprised at your question. Hadn’t he told you? He told you, right? Or…did he? ‘OH MY GOD’ Bucky thought. ‘I never told her. I never told her I loved her.’ “YES! Y/N, yes. I love you. I have loved you since we met. I loved you when you kissed me at Tony’s stupid party and when we made love a week later. I loved you when you snorted at that thing someone said at the movie we saw 2 weeks into dating. I loved you when you screamed at me and cried when I told you I would never love you. I love you now. I will never not love you...”

You were thinking, hard. He could tell. “Ok…” You whispered again. More to yourself than to him.

Then, you pulled him into a searing, soul-crushing kiss that had his head spinning from the minute your lips touched. He missed this. He missed you and he would do everything now to show you.

Bucky pulled you to him as tight as he could as if you would disappear to dust if an inch of space appeared between your bodies. He smiled into your lips as he felt your hands trail from his shoulders into the hair at the nape of his neck and it gave him goosebumps.

“I love you.” You moaned against his lips and Bucky leaned down to pick you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and whispered for him to take you to the bedroom.

Buckys fear that you had been sleeping with another guy disappeared when you kissed him. And when you told him you loved him he felt his legs turn to jelly and he needed you now. He just needed to be in you again. To have you all around him and your bodies so intertwined that neither could tell who was who. Bucky Barnes was never going to let you go now. He did once, but he would never again.

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[stranger-bucky-things]

I’m Not Scared (Winter Soldier x Reader)

Summar: Y/N, a talented sniper working for the Avengers is caught in a situation with the Winter Soldier while working on a mission.

A/N: This is my first time posting on this blog, I hope you like it. Comments and suggestions are appreciated. Requests are open! 

принцесса: Princess

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Being part of the Avengers was difficult, not what the media portrayed us to be. It was hard work and it often meant putting your life on the line, especially for the ones without non-human abilities or advanced outfits such as Iron Man’s or Falcon’s. As one of their best snipers, your defence was a gun and hand to hand combat.

When you got word that the Winter Soldier was wreaking havoc in your general area you all sprung in to action. He was hard to find and it took time but one day you were lucky enough to encounter him. The freeway was a disaster, priority getting innocent civilians out of the way before the Winter Soldier could ruthlessly kill them.

Then it was time to fight. Time to kick some ass, you thought to yourself. He came at the team with a superhuman precision. Cocking his guns perfectly in time with his skilled moves, impossibly agile, ready to take on everything the team had to offer him.

You were perched atop the roof of an apartment building, a careful eye on his every move. The mission was for the rest of the team to distract until he was in a vulnerable enough place for you to take a deadly shot. You cocked your sniper and aimed perfectly for his weakest spot, the only place not covered by a protective uniform.

“3… 2… 1…” Your voice was inaudible to everyone but yourself. Your bullet raced through the barrel of your favourite gun, making it’s way to your victim. Just as the bullet was about to reach him, he leaned back, just nearly missing your bullet. Your eyes went wide. “What the fuck, that was a perfect shot,” you mumbled. He looked up, directly at you and you saw as he started making his way towards the roof. You quickly packed your things and took off, jumping from one rooftop to the other, running like hell away from the super soldier.

He  quickly followed your every move until he was closing in on you. His close proximity didn’t deter you from running as fast as your legs would take you. He stalked towards you, eyeing you as if you were his next meal. You did everything you could before he struck. He pinned you down, back against the edge of the impossibly high building, hand wrapped tightly around your throat. His eyes narrowed at you when you started to smile up at him.

“You think I’m scared of you. You think I’m trembling in fear as to what my possible fate would be. Well I’m not. Give me your best soldier,” you spoke with little breath. He lifted you by the throat as your feet were pulled off the ground.

“Then fight.” You had never heard his voice before, no one really had. He threw you down, giving you a brief opportunity to get up on your feet, ready to take on any of his moves. You ran at him, thighs locking round his head, twisting so he fell to the ground. You pulled your guns out of your holster, firing round after round but he managed to dodge every bullet that came towards him. You emptied your magazines quickly and reloaded with impressive speed. Everything he came at you with, you were able to dodge, although you were victim to a few hits. His icy blue stare inspected every move, studying you.

“Come on, I thought you were the Winter Soldier, is this all you got?” Antagonizing him was probably not the best idea as his kicks and punches came quicker than before. You ran at him with all you had and jumped, narrowly missing his grasp. He fired his guns at you and you managed to hide until you planned your next move. You could hear him coming towards you.

He was too fast for you. He grabbed you and once again pinned you down. You were at his mercy. He had his entire body weight pressed against you and as strong as you were and as skilled as you were in combat you were at a loss. He heavily outweighed you and he had your arms trapped, making it nearly impossible to make any lethal moves towards him. You were going to die anyway so you made one of the most risky decisions of your entire career.

You lifted your hips towards his and pressed yourself against him, letting out a moan of pleasure in efforts to distract him. Once again he placed his metal hand against your throat and you moaned, eyes rolling back at the feel of yourself grinding against him and the limited oxygen reaching your brain. He stared at you, genuine confusion lacing his gaze.

This was your moment. You flipped the two of you so you were straddled against his hips. He grunted in surprise at your actions and you pulled a gun out of the holster around your ankle and pressed it firmly against his forehead. For a moment he looked defeated, a tinge of disappointment on his face. His eyes gleamed as if he was ready to attack.

You shot various rounds at his metallic arm.

“Not so tough without that fancy metal arm huh?” You had a mocking expression but it faltered when you realized it hadn’t done nearly as much damage as you had hoped. Great now I look like an idiot. “You know Mr. Winter Soldier, you would look a hell of a lot better without that mask on. As much as I dig the whole mysterious, brooding kind of look, maybe you should try a different style.” Your mouth was definitely going to get you in trouble one day. He flipped the both of you over once more.

“That mouth принцесса. It’s going to get you in trouble,” he said as if he had read your mind. His metal fist came down incredibly hard right beside your head. “Maybe we should do something about that,” he said with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Hey, get off of her,” Steve yelled at him, throwing his shield at him. He caught the shield easily with his metal hand and whipped back at Steve.

“I’m not done with you принцесса,” he commented as he lifted himself off of you and swiftly jumped over the edge of the building.

“Huh,” you mumbled to yourself. “Well that was fun.”

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