#bucky barnes x sam wilson
Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson, Joaquín Torres & Sam Wilson
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, mentions of Steve Rogers, mentions of Karli, Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Cass Wilson, AJ Wilson, mentions of Riley - Character, mentions of Vision, Joaquín Torres, Clint Barton
Additional Tags: Shibari, Japanese Rope Bondage, Rope Bondage, Sam Wilson is a Gift, Sam Wilson Needs a Hug, Sam Wilson Has Nightmares, POV Sam Wilson, Bottom Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes Feels, Protective Bucky Barnes, Top Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm, Feelings Realization, Porn With Plot, Post-Canon, Post tfatws, Friends to Lovers, mentions of the Flag Smashers, Kissing, Hand Jobs, Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Sam has it bad for Bucky and he doesn't even know it, Metal Arm Kink, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Mutual Pining, Awesome Sarah Wilson, Explicit Consent, Consent, Banter, Feels, Light BDSM, Light Dom/sub, suspension play, Sam Wilson-centric, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Coming Out, Soft Bucky
Chapter 3 Summary:
Sam turns to him, confusion written all over his face. Joaquin is trying not to laugh.
“I’m guessing you had a hot date last night if, uh, that’s any indication, am I right?” The bastard is smirking at him. Smirking.
Sam follows the other man’s eyes and…Jesus. Fucking. Christ. He is going to kill Bucky.
Request: The reader is engaged to Anthony Mackie but the reader has a bridezilla moment because her makeup artist and hairstylist are not there, but Anthony takes care of it. Her dad is recently passed away, but Sebastian Stan is sorta her father figure, and she dances with Sebastian during the father daughter dance and lots of fluff thanks
A/N: What a great way to start the day... by writing about marrying Anthony Mackie. I switched up the story slightly- I had Sebastian walk the reader down the aisle, instead of dancing with her. I hope that’s okay! But, thank you so much for the request @maximeevansblog! I hope you enjoy and as always, feedback is appreciated :)
Pairing: Anthony Mackie x fem! Reader
Warnings: fluff, mentions of death, cursing
Staring in the mirror, you take a long, deep breath. It’s officially the day of your wedding with Anthony, and your hairstylist and makeup artist are nowhere to be found.
“Okay, Y/N, no reason to panic. They’re probably just running late,” you say to yourself, trying to calm down.
“Where in the fuck are these people?!?!” your maid of honor, Scarlett, says from behind you, pacing the floor.
“Let’s all just calm down. We don’t want to stress Y/N out. I’m sure they will be here soon,” your one bridesmaid, Lizzie, says.
One of your other bridesmaids, Brie, walks into the room and sighs. “Just tried calling. No answer.”
Frustrated, you stand up. “What am I supposed to fucking do now?!” you yell, on the verge of crying.
Being a fan of the show, Bridezillas, you hated the idea of anyone acting like one, especially yourself, but right now, you were having a complete meltdown. Your wedding starts in two hours and you weren’t anywhere close to being ready.
“We can fix this, Y/N. Everything will be okay,” Lizzie says, placing her hand on your shoulder.
The door to your room flies open, Anthony walking in with a concerned expression on his face. “Is everything okay? I heard yelling.”
You look over at him, tears starting to run down your face. “The makeup and hair people aren’t here.”
Scarlett walks in front of Anthony, blocking his view of you. “Whoa, you’re not allowed to be in here. It’s bad luck.”
“Let him in,” you say. “Please.”
Scarlett nods her head, before moving out of Anthony’s way, letting him into the room.
“Thank you,” he says to Scarlett. He walks over to you and pulls you in for a hug.
“Let me fix this, beautiful” he murmurs into your hair.
As he takes a step back, he pulls out his phone and puts it up to his ear.
“Hey, Ash. I need a favor… mhm… okay, I’ll see you when you get up here. Thanks.”
When he ends the call, he looks back at you. “I just called my cousin. She’s really good with hair and makeup. She said she can do it for you...If you’re okay with that?”
You start to cry harder. “I fucking love you. Of course I’m okay with that. Thank you, handsome.”
He grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze. “I love you too and I can’t wait to see you walk down that aisle. But for now, I’m gonna head out and let you do your thing. See you soon?”
“See you soon, baby,” you say, giving him a quick kiss before watching him leave.
A few minutes after Anthony leaves, his cousin, Ashley, shows up. “Your knight in shining armor is here,” she says, smiling at you, her hair and makeup kit dangling from her arm.
“I’m here for the bride,” Sebastian says, stepping into the room. When he sees you, he gasps. “Anthony is one lucky motherfucker.”
Turning, you look at Sebastian and smile. “Hey there, Seb. I have Ashley to thank for making me look so good.” You nod your head at Ashley. “Thank you so much. Without you, this would have been a disaster.”
Ashley gives you a hug. “Anytime, beautiful. Now, let’s get you down there, so you can marry your man!”
Sebastian puts his arm out, gesturing for you to grab onto it. “My lady,” he says, grinning at you.
“Why thank you,” you say, linking your arm in his.
Since your dad had passed away a few years ago, Sebastian volunteered to walk you down the aisle. He’s your best friend, besides Anthony, so you immediately agreed to the idea.
“Here we go,” Sebastian says, guiding you out of the door and to the stairs.
Once you get downstairs, you wipe your hands together, palms sweaty from nerves.
“You okay?” Sebastian asks, watching you as you rub your hands.
“Yeah, I’m just a little nervous.”
“Hey,” he says, lifting your chin with his fingers. “This is your day. You’re marrying your best friend. Anthony adores you and he’s going to be so happy to see you walk down that aisle. Just focus on him when we get in there.”
“You’re right. I’ll do that. Thanks, Seb.”
“Anything for you, Y/N. I…”
“Y/N. Sebastian. You both ready?” One of the managers asks. “We’re all good to go.”
“Ready,” you say, tightening your arm around Sebastian’s. You look at him and smile. “Ready to give me away?”
“I’ve been waiting for this moment forever,” he responds, smiling back at you.
Letting out a shaky breath, you walk with Sebastian towards the doors.
“Let’s do this thing,” you whisper to yourself.
The first thing you hear when the doors open is the music. Loud and cheerful, it makes you smile. What you see however, is something you’ll never forget. Rows of people staring at you happily, and the love of your life waiting for you at the end, tears gathering in his eyes. You instantly tear up yourself and steal a glance at Sebastian, who nods his head at you in encouragement.
You walk to the rhythm of the music, your eyes on Anthony the entire way. His smile never falters, as his tears slowly run down his face. He looks ethereal standing there, the light hitting him just right.
When you reach the end of the aisle, Sebastian lifts your hand up and kisses it, before patting Anthony’s shoulder and taking his spot behind him.
The officiant starts talking and Anthony moves closer to you, grabbing your hands and looking into your eyes.
While he’s talking, you and Anthony stare at each other, not caring about anyone else in the room.
“Anthony Mackie, do you take Y/N Y/L/N to be your wife? To love, honor, cherish, and protect her forevermore?”
“I do,” Anthony says, his voice thick with emotion.
“And, Y/N, do you take Anthony Dwane Mackie to be your husband? To love, honor, cherish, and protect him forevermore?”
“I do,” you say, giving both of Anthony’s hands a squeeze.
The officiant nods and looks off to the side at Chris Evans, who’s the ring bearer.
“Chris, would you please bring forth the rings?” The officiant asks.
Walking up to the both of you, Chris smiles and holds out the pillow, the beautiful, gold, wedding rings lying on the plush cushion.
You’re the first to pick up one of the rings, reciting a few words before placing it on Anthony’s finger.
After you, it’s Anthony’s turn to repeat your actions and place a ring on your finger, the gold resembling a lifetime commitment.
“It is my honor to declare you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”
Anthony leans in. “I finally get to call you my wife,” he says, grabbing your waist and pulling you flush against him. Slightly dipping you, he puts his mouth onto yours, kissing you deeply.
The crowd around you cheers loudly.
When you both pull away from the kiss, Anthony grabs your hand and interlocks your fingers before turning to face your family and friends.
“We did it!” he yells, throwing your connected hands in the air.
“We did it,” he says again, this time whispering it to only you as he looks at you. “Mrs. Mackie, I’ve got a lot in store for you.”
“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” you say, grabbing his face with your free hand and kissing him again.
Off to the side stand Sebastian and Chris, cheering loudly and letting out a few tears of their own.
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I will be deleting part 2 of “A Little Too Late” after some comments i have received. Some not so nice. There was never meant to be a part 2 to this story and I should’ve just left it as such. I’m writing two series at the moment and just needed to put something out. Maybe in the future I’ll write a part 2 that people actually enjoy and don’t hate. But thank you to those who have said they liked the story xx
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Sam introduces Bucky to instagram one day, and it was a trip from start to finish.
First, Bucky was confused the entire time on how they could have THIS but not a flying car.
Then Bucky accidentally filled in his bio with random letters and he can't figure out how to change it.
And Sam tries to help him but Bucky lowkey scares him sometimes so he leaves him alone about it for a few days.
But when Sam goes through his Instagram- NOT THREE DAYS LATER- Bucky has nearly one million followers, has posted ten pictures, and somehow he's verified.
And his name is changed from bucky.barnes to bucket.barn.
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Every fanfic author who knows anything about Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan, when they write Sambucky fanfiction: “In the corner of the room, next to the window, there was a couch. It was a very nice couch. Very nice couch. With all the pillows...”
Keep that up. It’s funny every time.
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SamBucky Quarantine 3
Sam: Bucky we need milk
Bucky: Great. Go get it.
Sam, covered in blankets and the cat: But I can't go to the store.
Bucky, in the middle of the cooking championship: And I can?!?
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“Well, what about your nightmares?” Bucky says.
Sam frowns. “What?”
“You keep having nightmares too, dumbass. Sometimes you just make this expression and I can tell you’re dreaming about something that’s hurting you. Other times, I’ve heard you call out his name.”
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✶⋆ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓⋆✶
➸ 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐤𝐢, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫, 𝐬𝐚𝐦
[♡ 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 — ✷ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 — ❀ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 — ♞ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 — ✮ 𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐠 — ✧ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 ]
𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀
it’s so wrong (but it feels so right) | summary: where you know it’s wrong, but it feels so right. and so you stop fighting him.
owie | summary: where you hurt yourself and hide it from your daddies. (stucky x reader)
ungrateful | summary: where bucky punishes you after another failed escape attempt (sambucky x reader)
he’s gone | summary: where steve leaves you for peggy and bucky has to pick up the pieces
mama loves you | summary: where you spend a lazy day in with bucky (little!bucky x mommy!reader)
big girls don’t lie | summary: where bucky finds out you haven’t been eating and he’s not happy about it, so he takes matters into his own hands
such a good boy | summary: it’s bucky’s first time without you when he’s little. steve looks after him for the day. (little!bucky x mommy!reader)
where you’re supposed to be | summary: you’re feeling anxious and bucky has to leave you whilst you’re in your littlespace. crying ensues.
their angel | summary: bucky and steve have their sights set on you to be the third element to their relationship. you’re flawless in their eyes. their perfect angel. how long will it take for you to accept them? (3/?)
the baron, baroness and their prince | summary: a collection of fics revolving around a relationship between helmut zemo, bucky barnes and you
𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀
little dove | summary: you’re winter’s little dove. and he’d do anything for you.
𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀
owie | summary: where you hurt yourself and hide it from your daddies. (stucky x reader)
he’s gone | summary: where steve leaves you for peggy and bucky has to pick up the pieces
little fucking brat | you curse just to tick your Daddy off, knowing that there will be a punishment in store
their angel | summary: bucky and steve have their sights set on you to be the third element to their relationship. you’re flawless in their eyes. their perfect angel. how long will it take for you to accept them?
𝘀𝗮𝗺 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀
ungrateful | summary: where bucky punishes you after another failed escape attempt (sambucky x reader)
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"i know we're not together but i might die today so i'm going to kiss you just in case there is no later" + mr barnes please ayesha. i love you and this trope v much (you moreso but still)
now you hang from my lips
(like the gardens of Babylon)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Angsttt, sketchy medical science (when isn’t there), and graphical depictions of violence and wounds.
A/N: Wow thanks for breaking my heart, Ari. I love you too but look what you made me do. The title is from Taylor Swift’s cowboy like me, and the “bonsai and gardener” is a reference to this amazing show on Netflix called Feel Good (it’s super gay and super cool and I binged it last week). Anyway, enjoy some tears and some kisses. And the reader is totally not a self-insert, bc who says I’m also shy, “my primary love language is acts of service but i’d never tell you i love you” kind of gal.
Selfishly, hopelessly, all you can think when the knife enters his neck is, he doesn’t know. And of course, he doesn’t. He can’t. Not when your affection is obscured in pragmatism -- making sure his water bottle is full in the fridge when he gets back from his nightly run, offering to make his morning coffee hours after the last pot has gone cold because he wakes so late now that he has the luxury to, listening to him talk and talk and talk, and it’s been worth it. In the steady care of your friendship, he has grown.
Bucky, the bonsai, and you, the gardener, and now, he’s dying.
The slow-motion of watching the blade pierce his skin passes like a haze, like smog, thick and captivating, and with the spray of blood, time snaps back into place like a rubber band. There is a flurry of movement, as you register Steve shout and launch a vengeful attack on the remainder of the enemy while Wanda scrambles to cover you as you rush for Bucky. Sam is a blur of red, white, and blue as he dives from his place in the sky, not just a captain but your field medic, as ever.
Upon landing, he begins to bark out orders and while your mind is a flurry of chaos, the instructions stick. Your hands are shaking as you sanitize them, and when Sam asks you to hold the wound in place, you do. The only part of you that is frozen is your mouth, while Bucky’s has gone worryingly blue. Sam’s stitches are as clean as clean can be when the sky is falling -- metaphorically and physically -- but blood is joining the dirt under your fingernails and there’s a puddle of it under his head and his skin is so cold and Sam is calling for you through what feels like miles of water, but then...
Then Bucky’s eyelids start to flutter, and you lean down and press your forehead against his chest, for just a second, say a little prayer and hope it reaches someone’s ears.
You whisper, I love you, and hope it diffuses through the leather covering his chest and makes its way to your heart. All you can think, when your rise again to look at his closed eyes, his blue lips, is, he doesn’t know. He deserves to know.
There is a hand holding his, and another, at his neck. The smoke is settling and the battlefield is alarmingly quiet. He breathes and coughs, and squeezes his flesh hand, the one being held. When he opens his eyes, he sees his team around him, and with the sight, return the memories, and so, the literal pain in his neck makes sense. Sam is cleaning his hands and exhales, so Bucky smiles a tight smile, first at him, and then Steve, beside him, who looks close to tears. Wanda is doing her best to conceal her fear, but you, you come into focus and he sees that you are terrified.
Terrified, and oh, so beautiful. You’re talking to him, frantically looking over his wound again and squeezing his hand along, and logically, he knows he should speak, reassure you and Sam and Steve and Wanda, but he’s feeling lightheaded, like the abyss might take him back soon.
So he does the only thing that comes to mind. The only thing that reconciles your fear with the ache in his chest, the product of months of growth. He lifts his metal hand and places it gently on the top of your spine, pulls you down, and kisses you.
The world goes dark, but not before he has recognized jasmine on your lips, even after hours of fighting -- you’re addicted to that tea of yours, but if he could grow plants like you, he might be, too -- and not before he has learnt the way relief tastes on your tongue. If this is his ending, it’s a happy one.
He wakes to the sound of machine’s beeping. Steve is asleep on the sofa in his hospital room, and your head rests on the side of his bed by his hand. The urge to run a finger down your jaw is strong, but he resists it. If you’re here, he was right. If you’re here, you know how he feels, and you feel the same.
Sam appears in the doorway and smiles when he sees that Bucky is awake. In his hand is a Nintendo Switch, which he hands over to Bucky, before passing him a glass of water and sitting down on his other side. There’s a bonsai on the window sill, a vine of daisies growing around your forearm, and a pot of jasmine on his bedside. He pours the remainder of his water in the flowerpot. You can both rest, now.
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Sam moves his hiding place back home to Delacroix, but he has to admit there's something or someone missing.
If you missed the previous chapters or wanna take it from the top:
Two months ago, Sam disapeared on a mission and Bucky has been searching for him ever since. He tracks Joaquín to Sam's location, but Sam's changed, he's enhanced. After being dosed with a variation of the Super Soldier serum, Sam has to learn to control his new strength while hiding from those who either did this to him, or would want to take advantage of him.
Can they pick up where they left off? Or is this too much for them to handle?
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Sam: HELP! I TOLD STEVE I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!
Bucky, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?
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Sam: Is this your plan B?
Bucky: Technically, this is plan P.
Sam: Plan P? Is there a plan M?
Bucky: Yes, but I marry Y/n in plan M.
Y/n: I like plan M.
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Bucky: *wearing silk pants* How does this look?
Sam: Like it slips on and off really easily.
Sam: No I didn’t mean it like that-
Y/n: We know what you meant.
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***These are not in any order of preference.
***I do not know any of these authors personally; furthermore, their being on this list is because of the quality of their work, not for their character, though from what I know they are all good individuals. This also means that I don’t necessarily agree with all of their opinions and beliefs, so don’t @ me if you don’t like something they say. (This should be common sense, but whatever.)
***Some of these authors do post Smut or other material that is 18+, so please be cognizant of that and heed warnings that they post for their fics. Also, though they may post smut, it is not in any way recommended by me for consumption. I, however, have no control over your own likes and dislikes, so you do you, and, again, don’t @ me for anything you don’t like.
Last updated: 6/21/21
@wkemeup — Bucky Barnes and some Steve Rogers — Kas is an amazing writer; I have not read a single thing that she has posted that I didn’t love. She’s so talented!!!!!
@softlybarnes — mainly Bucky Barnes — Another fabulous writer!!!!! I love her work; it is definitely worth reading!
@winter-soldier-vibes — mainly bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers — Her fics are so well written; the angst!!! And a majority of her fics are comfort fics for anyone dealing with mental illness such as depression, anxiety, eating disorders, etc. Her writing never fails to hit me write in the heart but always provides comfort.
@loving-bucky-is-easier — Bucky Barnes fics — Though she has not many, the fics Meg does have are soooo good! #high quality over high quantity all day everyday
@babyboibucky — mainly Bucky Barnes — Bee is amazing; I love all of her one shots and have heard only good things about her series. She does post some particularly saucy stuff so make sure you read the warnings.
@samwilsons-pillowpecs — mainly Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, and Sam Wilson, but also plenty of other characters including Thor — Suz has a great writing style and she has a way of making her stories manifest that just blows me away!
@belladonnabarnes — mainly Bucky Barnes and Loki, but also has some Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, and Peter Parker — Two words for you: SO GOOD! Jaye is a wonderful writer and I always look forward to when she posts new stuff.
@divine-mistake — Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, and Loki — Taylor writes angst so well that it hits you in the chest every time! #totally worth the pain
@moonstruckbucky — Bucky Barnes and some Steve Rogers — Meg knows what she’s doing; her one-shots and miniseries are *chef’s kiss*! Love, love, love her work!
@anika-ann — mainly Steve Rogers with some Bucky Barnes — My FAVORITE writer for Steve one-shots! I have yet to find a someone who writes his character as well as her, though several of the other authors listed come very close. Just read her fics, then you will understand.
@certifiedskywalker — Loki, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, and others from the MCU — Certi is so talented; several of her fics from each of the characters mentioned above are on my fic-rec lists, and for very good reason. Her writing is phenomenal and she is able to write so well for so many different characters! I haven’t read her work outside of MCU fics, but what I’ve read is so sO SO SOOOOO GOOD!
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Word Count: 4,912
There was actually a lot that could have gone better in the situation you were in. You could have moved your feet a little quicker or maybe steadied your breathing so help your balance; but to your dismay, it proved useless. While Bucky swung unimaginably hard fists at the punching bag a few feet away from you, Natasha took you by surprise once again, knocking you off of your feet and onto the mat with a hardy slap. Your back hit the floor and sent a wave of discomfort through you. You were sweaty, thirsty, and worst of all, you were getting frustrated with the work that you were doing. Once again, you and Natasha had decided to stay late to practice your training. The consistent thwacks to the poor punching bad to the left of you echoed in the room. Bucky was barely breaking a sweat.
When your head hit the mat again, you let out a hardy groan and turned your head upwards to face Natasha. She had a light gleam of sweat around her face, but she still looked stunning. The black t-shirt she was wearing clung to her skin and her grey shorts dangled from her hips. Had it been any other situation, you may have been able to admire how she looked and how effortlessly she landed her punches and attacks. Alas, your line of sight was blurred from your eyelashes catching your sweat. It may have been a signal to stop, but your determination was a force to be reckoned with. You knew that Nat was able to see that, so you also knew she was just pushing as hard as you were willing to go. Even so, a break wouldn’t have killed you.
“Always keep your eyes on your opponent,” Nat stated. “Never look away.” Nat offered you her hand to get up and you took it. As she pulled you off the ground, you grimaced at a new pain in your lower back and groaned standing up. She dusted you off and gave you a once over before nodding. “You okay?”
You nodded and reached around to hold the lower portion of your back. “Yeah, I think I probably pulled something. I’ll be fine, but do you think we can take a but of a break for now? I should probably put some ice on this so I can be better by tomorrow.”
Natasha’s eyes furrowed and she gestured to your back. “Do you want me to take a look?” She asked. She looked concerned.
“If you could, I’d appreciate it,” You said and turned your back to her.
Nat gingerly took ahold of the back of your shirt and lifted it up. It was a little nerve-wracking, feeling her small movements, especially facing away from her. Even so, you had been through the same situation a week prior to this with Vision. Perhaps you were getting more comfortable being the newest Avenger, and the team was finally beginning to see you as an equal. With that thought in mind, you made a note of the fact that Natasha had offered to do this herself; you didn’t even really have to ask. That must show some amount of trust if she’s checking you for injuries. She placed a palm on the small of your back and pushed lightly. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel comfortable. Your breathing hitched and you controlled a sigh.
“Does that hurt?” She asked.
You shook your head and chuckled. “It doesn’t feel great.”
She hummed a bit and placed her hand on your side. It was a shocking feeling at first, and if you were honest, reminded you a little too much of the Vision situation that unfolded last week. She pushed her hand into your side and her fingers curled a bit. Of course you didn’t mean to, but you jumped and let out a surprised noise.
“Sorry,” Natasha said. “Just had to see for myself.”
She must have been talking about your pain, right? You smiled and pulled down your shirt, turning to face her. She had a small smirk on her lips, but she looked more curious than devious. “See my pain?” You joked, trying to feign some sort of innocence in hope that she hadn’t figured out your little weakness. “That’s a bit sadistic of you, Nat.”
You heard Bucky chuckle to the left of you. He never missed a beat with his punches, so you decided to stay about fifteen feet out of range of the wildly swinging punching bag. Nat glanced over at him but redirected her attention to you. “Tony mentioned yesterday at the monthly debrief that you and Vision had worked on an experiment together,” She said. “Remind me to tell Tony that it’s time to include you in those meetings. It’s only fair.”
Your heart dropped. You had known that of anyone, Tony would have been the one to tell. He was just that petty. To be honest, the fear of them finding out had slipped your mind until now. You knew that Vision knew (obviously) and so did Tony, but when you asked Tony not to tell, it would have been hard enough to keep that a secret for him. Tony loved to have his fun at the tower, especially if there wasn’t some world-wide-threatening catastrophe in place. However, with a “weakness” of the sort, you felt as though you couldn’t afford to have the rest of the Avengers know about something as childish as that. Even so, you noticed that Natasha didn’t say anything. There was still a chance that, maybe, by the grace of the Gods, just maybe he hadn’t told them. You made sure not to keep that hope to close to you. It was unlikely.
You chuckled nervously. “Yeah, they needed help,” You said. It was inconspicuous enough.
Nat chuckled and wiped off dust from the sides of your arms before giving you a look-over. Besides your hunched stance because of the discomfort in your back, you looked fine. Sweaty, but fine. “Don’t worry about it too much. Everyone has something that can knock them back a few pegs,” Natasha teased. She winked at you and folded her arms. You felt your heart sink once again. Guess Tony told them after all. “Besides, it’s cute. Actually, if we wanted to use it during your training to help you build up a tolerance to it, we could.”
Of course, Nat was all business and little play. Her and you had a very close bond and you knew that she wasn’t someone to push past a friend’s comfort-zone. You appreciated it but chuckled nonetheless and shook your head. “So, I guess everyone knows at this point?” You asked.
“Yeah,” She said chuckling. “Pretty much.”
After your training with Natasha, you decided to go back to your room to hopefully shower and relax. Your arms and legs were sticky with dried sweat, and you felt completely exhausted. As much as you loved working with Nat, you knew that she tended to push you to your limit. It was necessary, but it still left you feeling drained.
You threw your bag of equipment to the side of your bed and collapsed into your sheets. You planned to stay there for a few minutes before going to shower; if you spent any more time on your feet, you were sure that you’d probably end up falling in the shower. That is certainly the last thing you needed now that your secret was out to the rest of the team. Fucking Tony. You groaned at the thought and rolled over to face the ceiling of your room with your arm draped over your eyes. Okay, so they know your secret. Now what? You stumbled through possible reactions and encounters that could take place because of it. You didn’t think they’d kick you off the team because of it, but it was still embarrassing and, to you, felt a little unbecoming of a superhero. Were you considered a super-hero at this point? Were superheroes ticklish? You chuckled at the thought and tried to imagine the big and mighty Thor rolling on the floor laughing with glee. It was a little ridiculous, but it made you giggle.
About an hour had passed since you had gotten to your room. You finally managed to get up and take a shower and resumed your original position of lying on your bed with your phone in your hand. To be honest, you had started to get hungry and remembered that you hadn’t eaten since lunch. Probably not the best course of action. You glanced at the time and grimaced: 8:27. It wouldn’t be too late to have dinner, but Natasha always advised you against eating after 8. It always made training less bearable. However, since your blood sugar was getting low, you stood up from your bed, your muscles still exhausted. It took just about everything in you to open your door and walk to the kitchen.
The last thing you had expected was to see Vision and Wanda in the kitchen together, Wanda cooking in a large saucepan. From where you stood, it looked like she was making some sort of fried rice, and a ton of it too. You took a step into the room and smiled at Wanda, who in turned smiled at you. The kitchen was brimming with the smell of fresh cooked onions and garlic and plumes of pillowy steam wafted up from the food. “Hey, (Y/N),” Wanda spoke. “Can you do me a quick favor and hand me that bowl of peppers?” You nodded, but before you were able to take it, she made a small noise which sounded surprised. “Actually, never mind,” She said. She had a smile on her face and with her powers, the small bowl of chopped green peppers floated towards her and finally spilled over into the sauce pan. “I forget I can do that sometimes.”
You chuckled. “Anything that I can help with?”
Vision at the opposite end of the island in the middle of the kitchen smiled and waved at you, “Hello (Y/N).”
“Hey, Vis,” You responded and waved.
“Listen, I’m sorry about Mr. Stark. I did my best to dissuade him from telling anyone. I didn’t expect him to say anything at our conference. I hope you can forgive me.”
You appreciated Vision’s apology. To be fair, it wasn’t even Vision’s fault, it was Tony’s. That being said, you weren’t mad at Tony either, nor were you at Vision. “Don’t worry about it,” You said, waving off his apology. “What are you guys doing in here? It’s a bit late to be making dinner.”
“We can ask you the same question!” A voice that you immediately recognized as Steve said from the couches in the corner of the room. You glanced over to see Steve, Natasha, Tony, Sam, Peter, and Thor pressed up against the couches, the light of the television screen lighting up all of their faces with a dim blue light that was ever shifting. “We were waiting on you,” Steve said, resting his arm on the back of the couch.
You smiled but became suddenly aware of your presence in the room compared to all of them. You felt meek and a bit shy suddenly. You opted to take a stool at the kitchen island rather than try to find a seat for yourself in the middle of everyone. “I’m surprised that Bucky isn’t here. Is he okay?” You asked, looking to Natasha for an answer. Just an hour ago or so, he had been with you both in the training room, knocking the hell out of those poor punching bags. “Should I go try to find him?”
“Don’t worry about it,” A voice said from behind you while a hand placed itself on your head, messing your hair around. You spun on the stool to see Bucky’s smiling face. “Glad to know that someone missed me,” He said. You felt good for a bit, knowing that you made him feel good. His black leather jacket stretched around his body and creaked with all of his movements. Maybe he had gone out for a drive or to go to the bar; it had become his main place to be since finding his own apartment. He put his hand down and looked at the rest of the group.
You turned away from Bucky to get a look at everyone else. They were all in casual clothing, a sight you normally would not have ever gotten to see. Under usual circumstances, everyone would be dressed in their “super-hero” attire, consisting of flashy colors, hard metal shields and weapons, and especially form fitted so everything went where it needed to and they wouldn’t have to worry about anything but the fighting. Seeing everyone in pajamas, sweats, and t-shirts certainly was not the first thing you expected to see. Even so, it felt homely and welcoming to see everyone relaxed. There were several bright red (courtesy of Tony, of course) leather couches and a dark wood table set in front of the three seater, and a few recliners in the same color sat in a large “U” shape around the flat screen television. You recalled the first day you arrived at the facility:
You had arrived hand in hand with Natasha who had been giving you a guide around the tower. Your past was not something that you were ready to discuss with anyone, all they had known is that you were found during a series of raids in Russia. Natasha had been assigned to work undercover for a terrorist organization. You were grateful, but to be honest, you weren’t necessarily ready to deal with your past either. Your raggedy clothes had been stripped away and replaced with a clean and ironed out t-shirt that Steve had offered you. You were in no position to say no, especially considering that your clothes were just about ready to fall off. After the tour and getting your first shower in weeks, Natasha had lead you to the room you were in now: the living room. You both sat there for hours, watching Disney movies and bad rom-coms while eating take-out. Natasha had been the first one there for you, and even helped you begin your training. She was the person you trusted the most, and every ounce of you was grateful.
Currently, Natasha was sat on the left side of the couch furthest from the television, Steve on the right side. On the other couch furthest to the back wall, Peter sat on the ottoman in front of Tony and Sam, while Thor sat comfortable in his own recliner. There were also three more recliners available, but you made a point in your head to save those for Bucky, Vision, and Wanda. But…where would you sit? I mean, you thought, I don’t mind sitting on the floor. The floor was completely clean, of course. It wouldn’t make for that much of an issue. However, scanning over the room again, you noticed a wide gap between Steve and Natasha. Natasha glanced at you and smiled, patting the open space with her hand. She gestured to come over to her with her head, and you gladly did so, making sure to be quiet and polite about sitting down. Honestly, it didn’t seem like anyone was paying much attention to the movie, whatever it was. Everyone was either chatting or on their phone. Maybe they had done this…for you? You had never seen them gather like this, and Steve did mention that they had been waiting on you. Even with that thought in mind, you pushed it off and stared straight at the television. There was a subtle fear in you over making eye contact with the others, so you kept your gaze away from the others faces.
Peter was too lost in a one-sided conversation with Thor to notice your presence in the room. You watched how his hands flailed when he was excitedly speaking and how he barely ever broke eye contact except to think. It was admirable, especially for someone his age in comparison to everyone around you. He seemed to be speaking about this new experiment that Vision, Tony and him had been working on, but something about it seemed a little too familiar. Something about his words made your ears perk up, until…
“Yeah!” Peter exclaimed, nodding eagerly. “I thought it would have been painful, it just tickled.”
You froze and looked at Tony, who was smirking. He shifted his gaze to you and bumped his eyebrows. In reaction, you immediately cast your gaze down to your knees and felt your face heat. You guessed that it had been possible that Tony did need more “test-subjects” rather than just yourself…but did he need to be so obvious about it?
“Oh, uh, that reminds me,” Tony said. Peter instantly hushed. “(Y/N), you worked on the experiment with us. Did you enjoy it?”
The fact that no one paid any attention to Peter’s indirect admission into being ticklish made you a little bit more comfortable, but it was still embarrassing. Your eyes darted to everyone in the room as they looked at you with soft smiles. You nodded and let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah,” you said. “It really wasn’t painful. Ah, pretty much just what Peter said.”
“Oh?” Tony said, jerking his head up. “Did it feel weird or anything?” Tony shook his head with each word he spoke with pursed lips.
You knew exactly what he was trying to do. You went through the list of scenarios that were in your head, mostly possible outcomes of different responses, but some were images of you being scorned, excluded, or mocked because of this little weakness of yours. You cleared your throat and nodded with a nervous laugh. “Yeah, same as Peter, really,” you said. Tony looked at your to further elaborate on your answer. “Just tickled.”
Next to Tony, Sam let out a rather loud groan and threw his head back onto the back of the couch. A pit immediately grew in your stomach; these were the kinds of reactions that you had been hoping to avoid. “Tony, leave the kid alone. She doesn’t need you being a creep on top of everything else.”
Tony put his hand to his chest in mock surprise. “Me?” He asked overzealously. “Come on, this place could use a little excitement.”
“She’s had enough excitement to last her a lifetime,” Natasha chimed in from next to you. You smiled at her, but she stared directly at Tony. “Plus, her skills in combat are getting impressive. I imagine she’d be able to take you on.”
Once again, the pit in your stomach grew and your heart rate spiked. There was no rhyme or reason why you would want to take on any one of these people in a fight. Natasha was the only person you had sparred with in the past few days, and thus, the only person you felt comfortable even beating in a fight. Your mouth spoke before your head was able to catch up, simply because of the panic. “No, no,” You said, your hands up in defense. “I don’t think I-”
“Sure you can!” Thor chimed in with a grin from his recliner (that he looked way too large for). “We’ve trained and battled warriors even smaller than you across the nine realms. Some of them put up a very good fight.” It was supposed to be a compliment, so you smiled at him in thanks.
“What do you think, (Y/N)?” Steve asked. You looked over to Bucky and watched his eyes dart between you, Steve, and Natasha. It was normal for Bucky, Steve, Nat and you to have lengthy conversations in the training room but truth be told, you had never participated in a larger group discussion with them. The feeling in the room felt devious, but you kept your cool and did you best to steel your face the way that Natasha had taught you. “Think you’d be able to take us in a fight?”
You smiled and gathered up the courage to be apart of the conversation, rather than the shy feelings that you displayed. “I think I’d rather fight next to you guys than against you.”
“Good answer,” Bucky said with a smile and patted your shoulder.
“Kiss ass,” Tony remarked. You chuckled but decided to ultimately ignore it.
Once the energy of the room had died down, you returned your gaze to see exactly what movie had been put on for you. Maybe if you had had time in the last few years to sit down and watch television, even just the commercials, you would have had an idea of what it could be. A large gymnasium filled to the brim with teenage girls was on screen, the camera focusing on a particular one who seemed nervous to be there. There wasn’t much point in asking what you were watching; no one was really paying much attention anyways. Peter went back to excitedly explaining his latest science project and how a test that he had coupling the project was coming up in a few days. He was confident, but a little on edge. He mentioned how studying would probably help him---
Your thoughts were cut off by a quick jab to both of your ribs, and your body flung backwards into the couch to guard yourself. A little giggle escaped your lips and your elbows flew to your sides. You looked behind you to see Bucky with a rather devious smirk as he leaned onto the headrest of the couch. You didn’t even notice him stand up, let alone get behind you.
“Had to test the waters,” he said, his smile not leaving his face. “Oops.”
“Lot worse than we thought, huh?” Steve said and smiled at you. You looked up at Bucky who was hovering directly over your face, barely even a foot away. Your stomach fluttered with nerves and you turned away to make sure he wouldn’t be able to see the blush on your cheeks. Before you could utter out a response to this not-so-sudden attack, you felt fingers on your side give a light squeeze. You squeaked, pushed further into the couch, and fell into a short burst of giggling before opening your eyes to see Steve’s hand inches from your torso. “Guess so!” He exclaimed, laughing.
There wasn’t really much time to be able to compose yourself between Bucky’s little attach and Steve’s. Soft giggles already flowed from your lips and your eyebrows furrowed up into a worried look. Your body smushed itself into the couch as far as you could possibly go and pinned your arms to your sides to prevent anymore attacks. With your hands in front of you, you attempted to steady your giggles, however, your words were interlaced with the subtle shake of mirth. “Wait, wait, wait, this isn’t a great idea—”
Peter turned to face you from his ottoman and laughed, giving your knee a squeeze which didn’t do anything to help your cause. If anything, it just made you jolt and your giggles get louder. He smiled at you with raised eyebrows. “I’m just glad I’m not on the receiving end of this,” He stated.
“Don’t get your hopes up, boy genius,” Tony said, standing up from his seat. “Just because we have a new victim doesn’t mean you don’t exist anymore.”
Peters face flushed but he chuckled. “Trust me,” he said. “I’m grateful.”
Between your nerves from having three people tickle you, it took you a second to register what Peter had just conversed about. Had something like this happened before? To be fair, it was easier to imagine Peter getting tickle-attacked here than anyone else. After all, he was still a bit childish. Granted, so were you so… that didn’t necessarily leave you in a good spot.
It was interesting though; when you had first heard of the Avengers, you saw them on television when you were younger. Watching them fight side by side against the Chitauri was inspiring, but this was years later. Of course, you never would have guessed that you would have been part of the team yourself. Let alone, you never would have guessed that the Avengers were actually quite playful.
The confusion slipped your mind as Bucky fluttered his fingers on the side of your neck, which automatically renewed your giggles. You scrunched up your shoulders and grabbed at his wrists, which ultimately did nothing. It was also a very strange sort of tickle, considering that one hand, or arm rather, was completely made of metal. He had cold (literally) and calculated movements, and his fingers fluttered up to the back of your ears. You squealed and held your hands up to your ears in a less than desperate attempt to stop the attack. Had it been another situation, a noise coming like that from an Avenger would have been embarrassing, but your mind was too busy focusing on the feeling.
“Bucky!” You shouted, dissolving further into your laughter, and sinking further in the couch.
Not slow enough for your mind to register what was happening, a new squeezing tickle sparked to life on your left side and you hunched over. You let out a small involuntary scream and hunched your body towards the left. You realized that Steve had taken it upon himself to help Bucky out, and really, you shouldn’t be surprised. The zapping sort of feeling in your sides and the light fluttering on your neck were almost too much to bear, and your laughter hitched. You debated on taking your hands away from your ears and neck, but that would only help Bucky. However, if you didn’t, then that would just give Steve more of an opening. Instead, your body took control, and slid down even further until your head was placed a few inches on Steve’s lap. You curled in on yourself as Steve moved his hand to your right side, which was now exposed. Bucky’s fingers switched to what he could get at in your position, which happened to be your ribs. You rolled onto your back in a feeble attempt to stop their fingers, but it only made them switch to your stomach. Once again, your laughter hitched. Deep belly laughs mixed with squeals echoed over the sound of the television. There were few thoughts bouncing around your head as you were tickled to pieces. Don’t kick Nat. Can everyone hear the movie over me? PLEASE don’t kick Nat. How long have they been going? How long are they planning this? Was anyone paying attention anymore? Guard yourself. If this was an enemy, you’d be screwed. Oh god, please don’t let Natasha use this in training. This is embarrassing. Who’s that laughing? Why is this…kind of fun?
“Guys, PLEHEHEASE!” You begged. You could hear a few scattered chuckles over your own laughter, but it was hard to focus on who they were coming from.
“Alright, alright,” Steve said, stopping his movements and resting his palm on your forehead. Bucky stopped as well. “I think she’s had enough for one day.”
You were grateful for the air that flooded its way into your lungs. You were panting, but scattered giggles escaped from your lips. To be honest, you didn’t care much about the fact that your head was resting on one of the founding members of the Avengers. If anything, he was the one who decided to tickle you, so he had to deal with the consequences that came with it. When you opened your eyes, the team around you were in giggle fits themselves. Bucky was still peering over at you from behind the couch, his arms hoisting him up on the back rest. He had a wide smile on his face. Scattered conversations here and there let you know that most of the attention was off of you at this point, which you were kind of grateful for. You pushed yourself off of Steve’s lap and playfully pushed Bucky’s head out of the way so you could sit up. He laughed and ruffled your hair, before finding his own recliner and sitting down. Steve let out a laugh and looked you up and down.
“You look like you just got out of training,” he said.
Grateful for the playfulness of his tone, you laughed at what he said. “I feel like it too.”
Next to you, Natasha poked you in the ribs. Your defenses automatically went up again before she placed her hand on your shoulder. It was her way of telling you that you could relax now. At least, that’s what she did during training. “Welcome to the real Avengers.”
“Real?” Sam said from his seat. “If I remember correctly, we’ve saved the world too many times to count. That’s real.”
“Lighten up, hotshot,” Tony spoke. “We can still be the Avengers without having a stick in our ass. Maybe you need the America dream team over there to teach you how to do that too.”
“You touch me and I’ll kill you,” Sam said with a smile on his face.
Maybe you were wrong. Maybe this place was a lot more familial than you thought. And maybe, just maybe, you could find this place becoming a permanent home for you.
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I was showering and I realized something: if Bucky was in quarantine, he would HATE the masks because of HYDRA.
Like he would probably never leave his place because he just despises putting on the masks to walk around. And when he does have to put them on, he probably was panicking the entire time, fearing that the Winter Soldier was going to resurface.
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*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*
Steve: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
Sam: ...I did. I broke it.
Steve: No. No you didn't. y/n?
y/n: Don't look at me. Look at Wanda.
Wanda: What?! I didn't break it.
y/n: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
Wanda: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.
Wanda: No, it's not!
Natasha: If it matters, probably not, but Bucky was the last one to use it.
Bucky: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
Natasha: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Bucky: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Natasha!
Sam: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Steve.
Steve: No! Who broke it!?
Natasha: Steve... y/n's been awfully quiet.
*Everyone starts arguing*
Steve, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.
Steve: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
Steve: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
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I’ve had the phrase,
“Squatting is my passion, not my purpose,”
stuck in my head. ALL. GOD. DAMN. DAY.
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Steve: That's it, we're gonna go out and find what we need!
y/n: To the city?
Steve: Yeah, no matter what!
Sam: Well- How exactly do you propose we do that, exactly?
Steve: I... I don't know!
Bucky: Oh come off it, be serious!
Steve: I am serious!
Bucky: You're insane!
Natasha: Why, if only we were all wiener dogs, our problems would be solved!
Natasha: Or maybe it was a basset hound!
Bucky, panicked: YOU'RE ALL INSANE!
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