WARNINGS: Violence, Blood, John walker in episode 4 in general, Flash back attack. slight panic attack. TRIGGER WARNING. STAY SAFE MY LOVES.
“Ah! How did you find us now?” James called out to Walmart Cap and his friend, I did what I usually do…ignore everyone and think about absolutely nothing. ‘It’s the little things’ how long do I have to pretend like I didn’t know what it meant.
Of course I knew what it meant, I felt it’s meaning in Madripoor when all he did was hold my fingers for a second, when I hugged him because I felt I couldn’t help him, when zemo came and he stayed with me when I tried to collect my thoughts, when he listened to me when I talked about sokovia, when we danced, when my powers slipped out without control, the amount of comfort his voice brings to me without realizing and when he beat those men up in Madripoor that was…let’s not talk about that.
I focused back into the conversation without making a conclusion, I didn’t want to. “Oi! Jesus your seeping testosterone is giving me brain cancer” I complained to Walker.
“Who the hell are you?” he asked looking at me.
“Who the hell are you?” I countered back at him.
“I’m captain America.” he announced puffing out his chest, narcissistic arrogance, hero complex, definite ass.
I started laughing at his arrogant response I looked at his partner who had a smile on his face “sorry I lost you at “I’m”.” I laughed making the other men chuckle, what can I say, I like intimidating and humiliating narcissists “you.” I pointed at his partner “I like you, I’m Genesis Reign.” I introduced myself to him holding my hand out to him which he took.
“You’re part of the BAU, you worked on the Anthrax case with the Military right?” I nodded at him with a smile “I’m Lemar Hoskins.” I nodded shaking his hand.
That’s when pain shot through my back, I stumbled back and clashed with James’ chest “you good?” he looked down at me.
“Yeah, just used my wings too much after a long ass time” I explained and both men nodded.
“Girl, you got wings?” Lemar asked with wide eyes, while walker looked at me with a bewildered expression, I nodded.
“They’re organic unlike Sam, they’re a part of my body, like they come out on command.” I explained.
“Dope.” he announced in awe.
“Walker, I like your partner more than you.” I told him who rolled his eyes as we followed the little girl zemo asked us to follow.
Nice, bribing a kid, great morals.
“Karli's in there.”
“All right.” Sam told to no one in particular as he entered the building as Walker warned him about the time as he secured the criminal.
“Oh yeah, I have the power to manipulate light and create force field and have dope ass wings.” I explained about my powers to the BattleStar “yeah like the energy flows from my body to the target of interest, not like Wanda’s which can flow directly to the target.” I explained to the man in awe.
“Uh-uh. No, no, no. This is a bad idea.” John walker complained and I moved from Lemar, the cooler one to James, taking his side against walker.
“It hasn't been ten minutes, John. Just sit tight.” James reasoned and I nodded in agreement.
“Don't do that. Don't patronize me.” Gosh he’s exhausting.
“He knows what he's doing.” I butted in.
“I'm goin' in.” he spoke after a minute making me roll my eyes and let my powers flow to stop him.
“This is all really easy for you, isn't it? All that power runnin' through your veins. Reign, your partner needs backup in there. Do you really want his blood on your hands?” He taunted me.
I closed my eyes, slightly stumbling before I felt James hold on to my arms. Pietro. His blood on my hands. My hands burning when the blood seeped into my fingers, I could feel my hands starting to shake all I could see was him dying in my arms. I could see myself screaming for him to wake up. The first time I felt the dark power take me. All I could focus on was his blood on my hands.
3rd person’s POV
“Genesis?” James called out looking at her Unresponsive state and shaky hands in fear “walker stay the fuck back.” he sneered at him.
“I think she’s having a PTSD episode.” Lemar spoke up from his place pulling walker away from her “calm her down.” he instructed James.
The man pulled the girl away from the men “Genesis, listen to me, you’re here with me right now.” he tried coaxing her not knowing if his touch would help her, and decided against touching her.
“Nes, come back to me, please, Genesis I’m right here.” he pleaded and she finally gasped and clutched his hand to his relief.
“sorry, it’s just what John said-” she started to explain before he heard footsteps and her eyes widened in realization and grabbed his hand pulling him toward the source of the noise to see walker and his partner had walked in, it hadn’t been 10 minutes yet.
My dumbass let emotions cloud my professionalism…again. And I definitely wasn’t enjoying today, or this shit moment where I’m busting my ass in this maze to find Karli, damn, this place is huge.
I regrouped with Sam in one of the basements and bent over to take a breather before gun shots went off making us run towards the sound only to see zemo knocked out and John walker standing over him with the shield in hand, the look in his eyes, they weren’t pure, they didn’t have a good motive, he was close to a psychotic break, he was going to do anything to do the things Steve did to make himself the hero he was hungry for but he will go insane in the process, I’ve profiled enough Unsubs in 5 years to know what looks mean what. I don’t like this.
Soon James joined us, for some reason I couldn’t look at him, how could I? He saw me break, man my entire personality was based on not having emotions and my bullshit school girl crush is getting in the way.
“Were you ever offered it?” Zemo asked Sam while he was texting Sharon.
“The serum.” I sighed and laid my head on the table over my crossed arms “No.”
“If you had been, hypothetically, that is, would you have taken it?” he pressed on making me want to throw something on his face “No.” Sam knew his shit and this man is so annoying.
“No hesitation. That's impressive. Sam, you can't hold out hope for Karli. No matter what you saw in her, she's gone. And we cannot allow that she and her acolytes become yet another faction of gods amongst real people. Super Soldiers cannot be allowed to exist.” Zemo spoke up sitting on the couch.
“Isn't that how gods talk? And if that's how you feel, what about Bucky? Blood isn't always the solution.” Sam Retorted.
“Something's not right about Walker.” James announced walking in and I immediately closed my eyes.
“You don't say.” Sam Chuckled
“Well, I know a crazy when I see one. Because I am crazy.” He stated making me laugh weakly.
“Ding, ding, ding, Sergeant Barnes and Noble.” I shook my hands in victory making him jump in surprise and Sam started laughing “I may have profiled him and he’s on the brink of losing his shit.” I added and the two men went back into talking about the shield making me shake my head just then the door opened, Lemar and Walker walked in. ha. Walker walked in. Jesus I need a break, I moved towards the cabinet and poured myself a drink’
“Agent Reign? Are you Okay?” Lemar asked looking over me I smiled at him, at least he had a functioning brain cell.
“Peachy, Thanks Lemar. See walker, this is why I like him.” I smiled.
“All right. That's it. Let's go. I'm now ordering you to turn him over.” he’s so not okay.
Sam walked over to him “Hey, slow your roll. And let's be clear, shield or no shield, the only thing you're runnin' in here is your mouth. Now, I had Karli and you overstepped. He's actually proven himself useful today. We're gonna need all hands on deck for whatever's comin' next.” He reasoned Walker just scoffed and I looked at James and rolled my eyes.
“How do you want the rest of this conversation to go Sam, huh? Yeah, Should I put down the shield? Make it fair?” he questioned and put his shield down. Girl, grab it and make a run for it. Ayo. The Dora walked in stating something to James and requested us to hand zemo over. With pleasure.
“Hi. John Walker. Captain America. Well, let's, uh, put down the pointy sticks and we can talk this through, huh?” oh dear god.
“Hey, John, take it easy. You might wanna fight terminator here before you tangle with the Dora Milaje.” I warned chuckling.
“The Dora Milaje don't have jurisdiction here...” he turned to look at them.
“The Dora Milaje have jurisdiction wherever the Dora Milaje find themselves to be.” So badass.
“Okay. Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot.” Damn his need to be in control.
Shit went down! I poured another drink looking at John and Lemar trying to fight the Dora….try to.
“We should do something.” Sam muttered to us.
“Looking strong, John.” James called out making me laugh.
“See Handy Helper this is exactly the reason I’m not straight.” I laughed at him as he chuckled in response.
“Bucky, Gen...” Sam warned making me sigh and put down my drink.
I turned to look at one Dora and nod at her. Sparring time, we fought, she taught me her moves while I did the same, I even showed her my powers, so cool am I right? She put me down and lent her hand immediately and thanked her for showing me a few tricks while she did the same, I looked at James as he tried to talk to Ayo.
Holy Shit! She…she…disarmed him! I ran to his side picking up the arm and handing it to him “holy shit Barnes! She disarmed you!” I exclaimed and he gave me an unimpressed look while he put the arm on.
Yup. Its official, I have a thing for the arm.
“He is gone. Leave it.” Ayo ordered opening the bathroom. Fuck. Zemo.
“You all right, man?” Lemar asked as I walked over to them.
“They weren't even Super Soldiers.” Walker muttered disappointed, I looked at him as Lemar helped him stand up.
“None of us stood a chance walker, they’re the Dora fucking Milaje, and they’ve been training as guardians of wakanda for all their lives. James is a super soldier and he got royally fucked, don’t dwell on it.” I reassured receiving a nod of gratitude from Lemar “Come on.” They walked out.
I didn’t want him to break, because if he does…he’ll be a danger to god knows who, he was trying really hard to reach the expectations he isn’t ready to reach.
“I can't believe he pulled an El Chapo.” Sam muttered looking at the empty bathroom.
“I can.” I announced looking at them as I joined them.
“She said what? Right. Hold on, hold on. I know, I know. Listen, pack an overnight bag and take the boys.” Sam instructed to his sister, the fuck?
“What happened?” James asked him while I waited for Sam to talk.
“Karli called Sarah. She threatened my nephews.” He explained making me take a deep breath, she isn’t the one to do this.
“Okay. Go somewhere safe. Only pay cash. All right? Let me know when you get there. I know. Look, I love you. I'll never let anything happen to you and the boys, you know that. Okay. Bye.” Sam assured his sister before hanging up.
“Karli wants to meet. She left a contact number. She said come alone.”
“We’re coming with you.” I stated as we walked.
“Karli! You called my sister? That's how we're gonna play this?” Sam called out in anger, I looked at James, he saw how uneasy I felt and nodded at me, I conjured my wings and flew out to check the perimeter.
“Hey, Sam, new Cap is moving, looks like he's found them, or maybe they found him.” Sharon spoke up, crap.
I managed to knock out a few of Karli’s followers and moved to Sam who I spotted and kept eyes on his six that’s when I saw Walker throw a man down the stairs and take another man and bent the metal pipe which was used as a weapon. No. Fuck.
Steve told me, He told me the serum not only enhances your body but also enhances who you are. Who is Walker…really?
“What'd you do?” I looked at him who met my eyes. He really did it.
“They've got Lemar.” He simply said that and walked away to save his friend while me and same followed him we all went our own way around the large room trying to stop as many Flag smashers as we could I used my dagger to slightly harm then and my powers to keep them down.
Lemar came running in when he saw Karli running towards Walker, I got distracted. Ah fuck. I groaned when I saw I knife lodged in my bicep “fuck!” I yelled out trying to pull it out. Lemar. I watched Karli throw him on a pillar.
I was too late.
A/N: RIP Lemar, you deserved better.
Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at the scene and walker immediately rushed towards Lemar.
I was too late.
I saw Karli and the others run out and I ran out trying to escape what I saw and to find Karli, I conjured my wings and flew out trying to find someone.
Oh fuck…that was the stressor.
No, I left walker alone.
I could hear people gasping and yelling and screaming, and I immediately flew there hoping it wasn’t what I thought it was.
I was too late.
That man was already dead.
Killed by Captain America.
I immediately pulled my wings in when I hit the ground when something in me…Snapped, I couldn’t move, or take my eyes off the bloody sight in front of me.
I was too late, to save that man, to save Lemar, to save Walker. I shouldn’t have left him alone, I should’ve used my powers, what was-
The whole world was watching.
3rd Person’s POV:
James Barnes stood there horrified at the sight, he stood there and watched his Best friend, his brother’s legacy fall and crumple before his own eyes. And if that wasn’t scary for him, he looked to his side to see Genesis Reign, motionless, unresponsive and her shaky hands emitted obsidian mist, he immediately moved in front of her guarding her from the scene in front of her, yet she hadn’t acknowledged his presence, he was ridden with fear, not in fear of her, but the fear of what was happening to her.
“Genesis.” he gnawed at his lips when she still gave no response “Genesis, Look at Me.” he said more sternly making her focus on him “that’s it, just me, just us.” he whispered cupping her cheek.
He wouldn’t show it, but he knew that look, he’s had that on him a lot, He wouldn’t show it but the pain he felt every time he looked at her break was unimaginable, he knew now, he knew now he would show that he loved her, he would show, he cared, and he would show that he was there.
“We have to take Walker.” she mumbled to him as soon as she was brought back to reality.
“Then let’s do it.” he nodded after debating with himself weather to bring her along, pulling her along and nodded at Sam that they were ready to go.
You walked down the street with light steps, relieved by the airy breeze in the summer day. You had used to live here your whole life, so being back permanently was almost a relief. As much as you loved the West Coast, the East will always be your home. You had just gotten some takeout food- finding the excuse of going in person to see that cute guy who always works as a cashier.
Not that you would settle for just a cute face, but it was always nice to see someone handsome. It was the golden hour, and you always thought Brooklyn was always most beautiful at this time of day. A nice walk was a good contrast to your daily routine- especially since you never really had to leave your apartment.
However, you were a little too lost in your own thoughts. You forgot to glance into the alley you almost walked past and were grabbed. You yelped, struggling against the person- which felt like a man- who grabbed you. And as much as your fear panged your heart, your annoyance ebbed with your childish stubborn tendencies. Your food- you paid fifty bucks for your food- and as he lifted you off the ground from behind, and as much as you tried to not let it happen- it happened. Your bag of food fell to the ground, and you shrieked in anger this time. His arm, across your chest firmly, and a hand over your mouth, and you tried to kick at the air and you dug your nails into his skin as deep as they’d go. He hissed, but his grip on you stayed strong as he dragged you further into the alley. The fear and adrenaline running in you was getting the best of you, and you tried to remember all the self defense tricks you’d learned in the past. But when you felt another’s guy start to grab onto your legs, your mind was suddenly blank again. You heard someone’s voice in the distance, and you felt a little relief until you realized what they said.
“Oh, come on, Sam. Since when did I have to give you romantic advice?”
They didn’t hear you. They didn’t know what was happening. They would just walk by. You racked your brain before it finally hit you- you managed to kick hard enough that the other guy was away. You suddenly went limp and pulled at the arm that held you with all your strength. He was flipped over your body altogether, and you panted in relief. But it wasn’t over, the two people could still get up. You looked to the person walking by, going into a run down the alley and yelling loudly.
“Hey! Help-” You saw the edge of the stranger’s face as they started to turn towards you, before a hand caught onto your ankle. You fell down with your hands out, and let out a cry as the perpetrator dragged your body more and turned you around to face them. You couldn’t help the tears that spilled on the edges of your face as you struggled against the masked perpetrator straddling you now. Your hands went to hit him, fighting against his own hands that tried to get at you. You even managed to slap his face, but it seemed to do nothing. The panic increased as your wrists were suddenly held above your head by someone else, his face got closer, you could feel yourself start to hyperventilate as the reality started to seep in. You yelled out as his lips went to touch yours, until he was suddenly gone from your view in a blur. The grip on your wrists loosened, and went away altogether as the accomplice rushed around you and to the direction the other was tackled in. You let out a small cry of relief, slowly getting up as you turned to see one man dressed in a black jacket with a slightly flared up collar taking on the two masked guys.
You were reaching in your pocket to pull out your phone, about to call when he knocked one away with ease. Too much ease. Your eyes widened, seeing him knock the other one out with a single punch. It was the guy from earlier- the one on the phone. He was helping.
The other who was knocked away stood up, facing away from you and pulled out a gun from the back of his shirt. You looked around, panicking to find something…
A thick branch lay there beside a nearby dumpster. You took it, swinging at the man who had held the good samaritan at gunpoint. The accomplice fell to the floor with a grunt, and you sighed in actual and final relief. Your eyes took him in, his muscular stature and your barely significant height difference. His jaw was well defined, had a light beard, and he had a short haircut. He came over to you, his brows furrowed as he spoke while his eyes were covered with his sunglasses, “Are you okay?”
You were at a loss for words, looking at the unconscious bodies of the people who had you restrained for… god knows what. You looked back at him, nodding with a gulp. “Thanks to you, yeah.”
“You found a way to tell me you needed help- it was all you.” He made a weird and somewhat awkward smile as you two stood in silence. You got your phone out again, showing him with a wave of your hand.
“This is the part where we call the police, right?”
He nodded, standing around a little awkwardly with his hands on his hips as you dialed the police.
“Yes, um, hi. My name is (Y/N) (L/N). I was just… there was an attempt to assault me, and- no, they’re knocked out right now. Yes, two perpetrators.” You looked back up, seeing your savior start to search the guys, kicking away the guns. “I-I didn’t knock them out. There was this person walking by… his name?”
The heroic stranger turned to you, and slightly stammered before speaking, “Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.”
You slightly cocked a brow before turning and repeating it, “Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.”
Bucky picked up the guns, unloading them and letting the bullets fall to the floor. He couldn’t believe he’d almost completely walked by…
You sighed, “We’re in Brooklyn- um, I don’t know the streets, I never used to live around here-”
“Dekalb Avenue, between Cumberland and Carlton.” James provided half a smile, and you smiled back.
“Um, the person who helped me said it’s Dekalb Avenue, between Cumberland- yeah, that’s the one.” You nodded in response to the operator, and were waiting in silence. You put the phone on mute and on speaker as you waited, looking over to your savior once again. He was… handsome, even as awkward as he was. “Even though this isn’t exactly the best way to meet someone… it’s nice to meet you, James.”
“You can call me Bucky.” He gave you a nod, and you couldn’t help but look again at the knocked out guys.
“Bucky… how are you… you’re so strong. How?” You looked at him with a furrowed brow, confused and somewhat intrigued about this handsome stranger.
He looked away, using his right hand to adjust his glove on his left hand. “I work out.”
“Obviously.” You scoffed and couldn’t help your awe-filled expression as you stepped closer, “You were amazing.”
“I could say the same about you.” He cocked his head, giving you another smile. “I mean, you managed to get free of both of those guys- and knocked one out before he could kill me.”
“Oh, please. That was nothing-“
“You saved my life, and I helped save yours.” He raised his dimpled chin slightly and practically grinned, “I wouldn’t call that nothing.”
You shook your head, about to respond before the 911 operator spoke up.
You unmuted it quickly, “Yes, thank you.”
“Of course, thank you.” You responded, before muting yourself again and looking back at Bucky. “You’ll wait with me, right?”
“Of course.” He spoke without hesitation, and you couldn’t help but smile. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to your forehead as he hissed in reaction
to seeing something. Your breath hitched as his leather glove tentatively touched your skin, his brow furrowed in what seemed to be concentration, “You’re bleeding.”
You managed a nervous laugh, “I’m fine. I… I barely even knew it was there-”
“I’ll clean it up for you.” You were about to shake your head and speak up in protest when the sirens and flashing colored lights indicated the police were here. You glanced towards the end of the alley, covering your eyes from the bright headlights, and saw the two police officers approach. You unmuted the phone again.
“The police are here. Thank you.”
The operator hung up on you promptly, and you walked with Bucky over to the police officers.
“Miss, I am Officer Deputant.” The one with pale skin and dark hair spoke first, “This is my partner, Officer Fredrickson.” Officer Deputant gestured to the tan-skinned officer beside him. “Where are the perps?”
Bucky gestured behind him, “Over there. They had weapons, and attacked this woman together.”
You nodded in agreement, and the Officer squinted at Bucky before his eyes slightly widened.
“Ah. Sergeant Barnes.” Officer Deputant nodded his head in respect, as did Officer Fredrickson. “It’s an honor to meet you, perhaps not in this situation but-“
“It’s okay.” Bucky cut him off, not really in the mood for pleasantries when you were still not exactly healed from your cut. “It’s nice to meet you too. Now, I assume you too have got it handled from here.”
“Oh. We were wondering if you two could give an official statement at the precinct-“
“I’ll take her tomorrow.” Bucky interceded much to your relief. You wanted rest. And food.
“Sounds good. I’ll let my captain know.”
Bucky nodded, walking ahead and looking back at you to follow him. You were a little hesitant, but then again, he saved you. And he wanted to help you clean your cut- it’s not like he’s the one who attacked you.
You nodded towards the cops in a form of goodbye, and walked with Bucky as you started to lead him to your apartment.
You stopped by the stairs, somewhat happy to see you were already home after the small walk of silence. Bucky himself couldn’t believe it, he used to be so charismatic with the ladies, and now he was an awkward mess. He couldn’t help it, he felt so out of place in this new world.
You pointed up to the apartment, “This is me.” You looked to see Bucky looking away, and you suddenly felt a small pang of sadness. “I’ll… go get the medkit.”
“What?” Bucky raised a brow, suddenly pulled out of thought. “Oh, right. Yeah.”
You turned as he finished speaking, racing up stairs.
Bucky sat on the steps, his heart thudding with anxiousness as he overanalyzed the way he was acting. He was worse than Steve at this point. He took off his glasses, gripping his nose as he cursed under his breath.
You ran your hand through your hair as you walked down with the medkit, sitting beside Bucky and holding out the medkit. He took it from you silently, opening it and going straight for the antiseptic wipes. He opened it, getting the wipes out and gingerly wiping at your cut. You hissed in reaction, and he frowned as he pulled his hand away.
“Sorry.” He leaned in closer, his hand returning to your small wound. “I’ll try to be more careful.”
You let out a soft sigh, suddenly finding yourself drawn to his eyes which were still trained on your forehead. His lashes, his lips, his blue eyes. You couldn’t believe you spoke your thoughts out loud, “Your eyes are so pretty.”
Bucky’s eyes flashed to yours, the faintest red tint spreading across his cheeks as he smiled and continued to clean your cut. “Yours are prettier.”
You were somewhat at a loss for words, and you tucked your bottom lip in out of nervousness. Bucky glanced at your lips, feeling drawn to them as he slowly put down his hands from your forehead. The night chill made your skin feel alive, the sun now completely gone from view. You leaned in a little, your eyes fluttering shut as his nose slightly brushed against yours. You held your breath as you felt him hesitantly and slightly brush his lips against yours. It felt like you stayed like that forever, waiting for him to finally close the distance fully. Just as he pulled away, you couldn’t help it anymore. You leaned more forward, pressing your lips against his completely. His gloved left hand went to your neck, firm and strong as he held you against him. You pulled away slightly only to kiss him again, moving your lips with grace against his. Even though his lips slightly puckered in response, he held completely still. You felt a little awkward as he didn’t respond as you thought, and pulled away. You opened your eyes slightly, pressing your lips firm together as you saw his eyes still shut in what seemed to be frustration since his eyebrows were furrowed.
“I’m sorry, I-”
Bucky opened his eyes, shaking his head as he kissed you this time. Your mouths moved in sync, your tongue darting out to briefly brush against his lips for permission. He slightly gasped at your kiss becoming a french one, your tongues brushing against each other which stirred a warm sensation in the pit of your stomach. It was a pleasing sensation.
He pulled away with a groan, making you let out the slightest whimper. You spoke first, your foreheads still against each other, “Would you like to come inside?”
His eyes flashed open, the corner of his lips tugging them into a smile. “Would I ever.”
You couldn’t help but to kiss him roughly as he leaned against the doorframe, and when he picked you up against the door with only one arm- it only made you want more. His kisses were just as rough as yours, if not harsher. Bruising, those kisses were so beautifully bruising.
You struggled to open the door, but when you did, you two went tumbling through it. He easily stabled your guys’ balance, holding you completely against him as he still continued to kiss you with eagerness. His one arm against the small of your back, the other holding your neck as you two kissed, and you gently grasped his hand that held your neck and made it travel lower, squeezing your own breast with both of your hands. He groaned again into your mouth, kneading it happily.
You moaned, your hands gripping at his shoulders as he placed you on the nearest tabletop. You rushed to take off his jacket when he stopped you, gently grasping your hands in his gloved ones. You looked at him confused, almost dejected.
“What’s wrong?” You whispered the question, taking his face in your hands.
“I don’t want you to see me and make that face…”
“What face? Is there something wrong with my-”
“No, no. I just… I hate when people look at my…”
You looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to finish his sentence. He shook his head, raising his chin with resilience as he started to slip off his gloves. Your eyes slightly widened, seeing his dark grey mechanical hand with gold highlights. Your brow instinctually raised as he slipped off his jacket, being able to see his muscles more defined without it, the way his body looked with his short-sleeved shirt, and the way it was tight around his torso and triceps only made the burning desire in you worse. Your hand reached out hesitantly, and you glanced at his face for permission, and when you saw that he wouldn’t object, your hand met the cold feel of the vibranium. Bucky’s breath hitched as you ran your fingers down his metallic arm, surprised at how much he could feel as your fingers ran down his arm. He was also surprised at the way your eyes had only darkened with more lust when he took off his jacket, and not with pity or even envy.
Your hand stopped at his, grasping it and running your thumb across it. You looked back up at him, a hint of a smile on your lips as you spoke, “It’s beautiful.”
He scoffed in disbelief before kissing you again, his cool metal fingers grasping your neck with ease as he tongued you gently. Your hands travelled to the curve of his waist this time, relishing in the feel of his skin underneath his shirt. Bucky pulled away, allowing you to grin as you helped slip off his shirt with ease. You took off your own long-sleeve shirt right after, loving the way Bucky’s gaze went to your brassiere immediately. You unhooked your bra with ease, suddenly feeling your confidence be replaced with your shy tendencies as you still held your brassiere against your breasts. You didn’t want to stop this feeling of being confident- this was your chance to be with someone physically, which hasn’t happened in a very long time.
Bucky simply kissed at your shoulder softly, his hands rubbing circles across your waist which gave you comfort, and you were reminded of the confidence you had. You needed this- you craved this. You inhaled sharply as the brassiere fell to the floor, looking to see Bucky’s reaction. He picked you up almost immediately after looking at your breasts, seemingly looking around before he spotted the semi-open door to your bedroom.
He laid you down on the bed with ease, his hand tipping your chin upwards and making you face the ceiling as his head dipped down to take your nipple in his mouth. You let out a strangled moan at the feeling of his tongue, your hands gripping at the bedsheets into a fist as your back arched against him. The last time you’d been with someone else… it wasn’t even comparable to the feeling you body got from being with this new person. Your skin was on fire, wanting more of his touch everywhere. Your eyes fluttered shut as his other hand went to your other nipple, squeezing and kneading and pinching while his teeth slightly nibbled on the other.
By the time he switched nipples, your panties were already feeling a little too moist. The way he was loving your body, worshipping your breasts made you confused at why you were so nervous in the first place. His fingers being cold with its vibranium only made your nipples harder, and you couldn’t help but to hook one of your legs around his waist and pull his core closer to yours.
Bucky pulled away with a slight pop of your skin, looking down at you as he slightly grinded his bulge against you. You looked up at him with hooded eyes, your chest fluttering with butterflies as you bit your lip at the sensation. He grinded once more, making you moan again, and that was when he decided he’d had enough of this. He needed more.
Bucky’s hands went to undo your jeans, your hips lifting with eager cooperation as he slid them down your legs. They got stuck at your shoes, which was a little awkward but he didn’t mind taking your shoes and socks off at all. He grinned when he finally threw away your jeans, and you laughed at his giddy expression before sitting him up and kissing him sensually. Those lips, oh, those lips were a godsend.
His right hand traveled downwards, slipping underneath your panties, and you both gasped as his fingers rubbed against your dripping sex. Your legs parted more, sitting on either side of him as you moaned at the sensations he was blessing you with. Bucky seemed to smirk, and your mouth went slightly slack as he lazily rubbed your clit as well. He cocked his head to the side, his hand rubbing away between your legs as you held onto his neck for support. His husky voice sounded smug in itself as he whispered against your ear, “Did I do that?”
As he didn’t already know the effect he was having on you! You would’ve been annoyed if it wasn’t for the fact he was really good with his hands. You let out a sigh as his finger entered your sex, and you started to instinctually grind against his hand. Another finger, and you hissed because oh god did it feel amazing. Your hold on his neck turned into a grip, and when you moaned his name, “Oh, Bucky.” It really did set him off. He wanted to hear your broken voice say it like a prayer, to hear your moans and to really show you what he could do.
Bucky pulled his hand out of your panties, ignoring your dazed expression as he experimentally licked at his fingers. You raised a brow as he gingerly sucked at your juices, “Okay, that’s hot.”
He smiled in amusement at your statement, but his eyes said something else as he placed his hands on either side of you and leaned forward. You laid on your back, feeling like measly prey as his eyes, which were ablaze with lust, travelled down your body again. Your hands went to his jeans this time, pulling them down along with his boxers in one swift motion. Your eyes slightly widened at the sight of it, and you gently ran a finger down his hard length with curiosity.
Bucky hissed at the contact, not having had any touch but himself for a while. More than a while, really. You bit your bottom lip subconsciously as you wrapped your hand gingerly around his cock, though you couldn’t exactly wrap your whole hand around it, and started going up and down his length with your hand.
He was suddenly a little mad with himself. It’d been a struggle to find anyone to date, let alone make love, yet here you were with him. If only he had been bolder with someone sooner… if only he’d met you sooner…
His hands went to your neck, kissing you deeply as he laid you back down. You could feel his member rub against your sex, and you suddenly froze. He pulled away, his face suddenly worried. Did he do something wrong? “What’s wrong?”
You felt bad about making him worry, but… “Condom.”
You spoke so easily, yet it slightly confused him. He was a super soldier- he was always healthy. What was the- oh. Of course, you didn’t know that. To you, he was still a stranger- just a stranger with a seemingly advanced prosthetic arm. He stammered, not really sure what to say. It wasn’t like people just carried condoms on them all the time, was it? He silently spoke with almost embarrassment, “I don’t have one…”
You went silent for a moment, brows furrowed as you thought if you had one. You weren’t having sex at all, it’d been years and you were always a relationship type of girl. And you’d only had, like, two lengthy relationships. Sex had always been an intimate and important thing to you, yet here you were with this handsome and heroic stranger… aha! You held a finger, moving from under him and racing to your restroom. He watched your naked body as you left, kneeling on the bed and thinking about the way your ass had just bounced slightly-
“I found it.” You grinned, walking out with a small box. A week ago, you had gone on a small visit to Planned Parenthood with one of your friends to support her while she had something checked out. On the way out, they literally gave you a bunch of birth controls and condoms completely for free. You sat on the bed, sifting through the box of condoms and types of birth control as Bucky moved behind you. You wondered which one would be better- ribbed or regular?
He nibbled at your shoulder absentmindedly, and his eyes widened at all the condoms you had in the small box. Were you… how many people did you go home with? Not that he minded a lot… but there were a lot of condoms there. You caught his eye and laughed, “Oh. I don’t really use these, I got them as a gift.”
“A gift?” He questioned, and you shrugged with a smile.
“Planned Parenthood. It’s this place for women, and men, though women mostly use it… anyways, they promote safe sex and stuff.”
“Oh.” Bucky nodded, somewhat understanding but still in awe of how the world had progressed. Back then, it was usually a taboo thing to do something like that outside of marriage. Even if you were married, it wasn’t really talked about a lot besides men. He was somewhat surprised at the way women were so open about it, but then again, he never had really judged on those things based on sex. “So… does this mean-”
“We can continue?” You looked over, smiling at his slightly confused yet hopeful expression. You placed the box on the bedside table, grabbing a condom before turning back around to kiss him again. You could swear you would never tire of kissing him, his lips were soft, and you didn’t mind the stubble of his beard as much as you thought you would. You pulled away slightly with a murmur, “Hell yeah, we can continue.”
He grinned impishly, kissing you again and pressing you down against the bed again to continue where you two had left off. Your hands absentmindedly massaged his shoulders as the condom fell beside you, he kissed you deeper and moaned before pulling away and grabbing the condom. He ripped it open with his teeth easily, taking out the ribbed red condom with a raised brow. “Are those-”
“They’re small ridges…” You withheld a laugh at his confused expression, “They’re supposed to add more sensation? I don’t know, I’ve never really used them, but, I figured why not.”
He nodded, before looking down at the condom and then his member. It’d been so long since… god, he was nervous. You smiled reassuringly, taking it from his hand as you kneeled in front of him.
“I can help.”
Bucky looked at you somewhat confused before you rolled it on with your mouth, a guttural groan leaving his mouth as you helped slide it on with both your hands and mouth easily. You pulled away, satisfied by the look on his face. You sat up, pushing him in the other direction so he sat down on the bed and against the headrest instead of kneeling, and silently straddled his lap.
He swallowed as his hands went to your waist, looking at you with lust and nervousness in his blue eyes. Like this, in the moonlight that shone through your window, he didn’t think he’d ever seen someone so beautiful. You kissed him again, hoping to ease his tension, and carefully grasped his cock to position him at your hole. You pulled away, searching for any doubt in his eyes as he did the same to you. After all, Bucky was nothing if not the gentleman his mother had taught him to be when he was still a young child.
Slowly, you sank your wet sex onto his cock, both of you groaning loudly as he stretched your vice-like core. It’d been too long for either of you, especially for Bucky. You let out a small whimper as you continued, determined to fully sink down, and you did. You gasped, panted really, as you held his biceps for support. It was… a lot to take in, literally.
Bucky clenched his jaw, his hands gripping at your waist as he held still. Really, he wanted to start moving, but he knew you weren’t ready. Even with the condom, you were just so wet and tight, it astounded him that a feeling like this could still exist. He’d faced a lot of bad, and this… there wasn’t a single flaw about this. About you.
You clenched around his cock, letting out a moan as your sex adjusted. Bucky’s hands travelled to your ass, gripping them, and you secured your hands around his neck before you start to move. Slowly at first, setting a pace since you were still getting the hang of it again, then faster. Up and down you moved on his cock, your breast bouncing just as you did on his lap, your moans becoming more into whimpers each time his cock plunged all the way inside again. His teeth gritted as he dug his face into the croon of your neck, loving the feeling of you a little too much. He had been left touch-starved for far too long. He could swear this was going to be an addiction… you were going to be his addiction with the way things were going. The way your nipples rubbed across his heated skin, the way you clenched around him… as much as he loved the way you bounced in his lap, he wanted to be the one making you go senseless.
He started to thrust upwards now, his hands using the grip on your ass to keep you still instead. You yelped at the new change of pace, feeling your head fog with nothing but him as he really started to fuck you. You cried out, “Ah! Bucky! Yes, please. Please fuck me, Bucky.”
The feeling was truly inexplicable. It was consuming, your whole body humming with pleasure as he fucked you from below.
You looked down at him through squinted eyes, his lip bitten in concentration, his forehead perspiring lightly, and his blue eyes that focused on where you two were joined. God, he was so beautiful.
You grasped his face, making him look upwards as you leaned down to kiss him. He slowed down, kissing you while he continued to fuck you, and you pulled away with a breathless gasp, “Oh, Bucky. You feel so good- ah.”
“You feel good, too, (Y/N). So good. So right.” He grunted, moving you onto your back instead and pressing his forehead against you, pulling out except for the tip, before filling you again. And again. You let out another loud gasp, his thrusts becoming faster as he lifted your right leg to allow him better access.
You looked up at Bucky’s face, moaning and whimpering his name as his cock brought you to the edge. Thrust after thrust inside you, Bucky was in bliss. He kept going, over and over, groaning and grunting in unison with you. He kissed you deeply, suddenly grinding into you at an angle, and that was the last straw. You bit his lip harshly but not enough to bleed, pulling at the edges of hair at the back of his neck as your climax overcame you. You let your head fall back, completely letting go of his lip, and let out a cry as you came undone. “Buckyy!”
He hissed as your sex clenched and unclenched, continuing to thrust sloppily as his own climax approached. His left hand gripped your leg a little too hard, but even then with the slight discomfort, the other feeling of pleasure only made it better. The way you said his name made it all the better… he let go just after you, staying completely still inside you now, your moaning never ceasing at the overstimulation as he finished inside the condom.
Bucky sighed, content, letting go of your leg and pulling out of you as he went to lay beside you. You let out a loud and content sigh as well, the promise of sleep starting to make your body feel relaxed.
Bucky was about to get back up, to dress himself and perhaps leave, or ask if you wanted him to go at all when you sleepily rolled over and snuggled up to his side. He looked down at your now sleeping form, his hand absentmindedly placing itself on your waist as he closed his own eyes and easily fell asleep.
i’m slowly falling in love with bucky barnes after staying up til 3 am reading fanfic about him… all because i got recommended ONE story and now i’m down a rabbit hole… is this normal or am i just being horny again?!?!?
SUMMARY: Your daily routine involves waking up in the morning, going to work and sulking at night. But then you meet the man you’ve fantasized about for your entire life, Bucky Barnes. At the same time, you've caught someone else’s eye and his first step in winning you over is to cook you breakfast. But will you be welcoming of that person’s affections?
WARNING: yandere, obsession, stalking, violence, cursing, mention of anesthesia and other medical stuff. If you find any of this triggering, please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.
WORD COUNT: 3.8k
This is not beta read, so mistakes are my own. Don’t worry this chapter has a lottt of fluff...!
Bucky paced impatiently in your hospital room. It was his fault and he couldn’t stop blaming himself. He had done many misdeeds, but this was something he couldn’t forgive himself for.
He shouldn’t have prevented Peter from visiting you. In the end peter had become so desperate he hadn’t thought about anything but you. Peter’s behavior was like a spring, the more you push back, the more it comes forward. And he should’ve realized this sooner.
He didn’t know what Peter had exactly done. He was sure he must not have directly hurt you. But what he did to get you here, he didn’t know.
It was pretty late in the night when Tony had informed them all that you had fallen from your stairs and had been admitted in the Med Bay. The others didn’t know you as well as him, he had seen how well you knew your house to walk from in stairs even in the dark.
Also, the fact that it was Tony who had informed them all about your fall and that you had been admitted in the med bay, not some hospital, turned Bucky’s suspicion into belief. But the avengers didn’t pay much attention to these details. The others were either too worried or ignorant to question how you came here, but Bucky wasn’t.
Peter wasn’t to be seen anywhere after they had come back and Bucky could bet his entire bank account on where he would’ve gone. Just that he didn’t expect you to be unconscious with a broken arm and admitted to the med bay after his visit.
When Bucky had asked Tony about how you came here, he had simply diverted the topic and didn’t answer the question. You had a large gash on your forehead, a split lip, sprained ankle, a fractured left arm and you still hadn’t gained consciousness.
Gladly Peter hadn’t come to check on you, neither had he been there with the rest when they had all come to see. It was for Peter’s best, Bucky thought, because if he saw that boy again, he would definitely smash his head.
While the others had left, Bucky had decided to stay in your room looking after you. Nobody had objected to that. He didn’t understand it back then, but later comprehended that everyone, literally everyone knew how he felt about you. When he had first seen you, he had clenched and unclenched his metal arm and jaw while Steve had rubbed his hand reassuringly on his back. Only if Steve knew, he thought.
Before he could chastise himself more, he saw you staring at him. He had been fuming the entire time and had failed to notice that you were awake. He couldn’t have felt more useless as he literally couldn’t do the only job he had, to look after you.
You had a dopey smile on your face and your eyes were glassy. He was pretty sure you were still under the effects of the anesthesia. Your face was relaxed and calm. You were high as a kite at the moment.
But the most amazing part about you was the look in your eyes. It made his breath hitch and heart hammer. It was a look of pure adoration and devotion which he hadn’t ever seen in anyone’s eyes for him.
He had seen it in countless other people’s eyes who looked at their lovers but he didn’t think he deserved the look himself, but here he was. He couldn’t help but smile back at you, his cheeks aflame with blush.
“Hi.” He said sheepishly. “Hey Buckyyy.” You squealed with excitement and giggled. By now Bucky was sure he too was making heart eyes at you. This memory was going to be imprinted in his head forever, even if hydra somehow came back and wiped away everything else from his memory, he still wouldn’t forget your eyes.
“Are you... are you real?” You asked him looking through your eyelashes. He didn’t know if this was a dream, and even if it was, he didn’t want to wake up from it. “Yes. I very much am real.” Bucky said nodding.
You hummed along and pouted, “s’ nice to see you in color.” You blabbered. He furrowed his brows in confusion, “Huh?”
“The video in sss... smithsssss.” You lost the sentence to a train of slurred s. “Smithsonian?” Bucky asked joining the dots. You chortled and nodded. “What about that video?” Bucky was very curious now.
“You look very handsome, in fact you... you look... you...” you again didn’t complete the sentence and started laughing. You wanted to tell a joke but apparently it was so funny you couldn’t even get it out without laughing.
Bucky laughed along with you. He had never seen you so laid back. You had always been either utterly professional or scared whenever he had seen you. But seeing you now, he realized that you indeed liked him.
“You look so sssexxy in your tik tak gear... I wanna kissss you.” Bucky’s eyes widened and he gulped. Did you just say that? Or did he imagine it? Was any of this even real or just some fever dream he was having?
He now understood that there was a reason why you didn’t drink much or didn’t drink at all at any of the parties. You apparently lost all your filters, not that he was complaining.
Never in his wildest dream did he think you would find him attractive in his tactical gear, or should he say tik tak gear from now on? He chuckled at that thought. “I...” you began again.
“Shhh...” Bucky cooed softly and walked much closer to your bed than he was before. He placed his flesh hand on your head and started softly stroking your hair. “Shhh. Go back to sleep.” He objected before you said something that would give him a stroke on the spot. He was a super soldier, agreed, but he could only take this much per day.
“Nooo.” You pouted like a little girl who was denied candy. “I wanna talk.” You said adamantly. “We will talk when you wake up.” Before he could protest, you curled up against his arm and held surprisingly tight.
“Prromisss?” You asked in such low voice that if it weren’t for his super hearing, he wouldn’t have had heard it. “Promise.” Just as he said it, you swiftly slipped back into a dreamless sleep while being wrapped around his arm.
He was sure you might not remember this. But he would. He would keep this memory deep in his heart and won’t ever let go.
What Bucky didn’t know was that Steve was watching everything from the clear glass of the door. He had come to ask if Bucky wanted some reprieve but instead he saw his friend laughing and chatting with you.
Steve was sure he hadn’t ever seen his friend so happy ever before. Steve had tears in his eyes, his friend deserved all the happiness in the world and he gladly was getting it. He was happy his friend was starting to let go of the past and move towards the future. He was so proud of Bucky, of the man he had become despite everything.
“Peter what the hell did you do?” Tony shouted banging the table in his frustration. “I... I didn’t do anything. She actually fell down the stairs. I swear, you know I wouldn’t ever hurt her.”
Peter had seen you running and had come out from under the bed only to see you slipping down the stairs. He had reached for you as you lost consciousness. He was the one who got you urgently to the tower.
Tony clenched his jaw, “Listen kid, this is the last time you went there. You are not going in her house anymore, neither are you ever going to follow her. This is my last warning. And if I see you continuing this shit, you’ll have to face me.” Tony warned sternly.
“But...” Peter was now openly crying. “No ifs and buts. If you trouble her even once more, I’ll remove you from the team. Is that understood?”
Peter audibly gulped and nodded. He loved you, but he loved his job too. He couldn’t bear getting fired from the team. Maybe, just maybe Bucky was right. He should actually approach you rather than hiding.
Bucky was staring at your blissfully calm face with your eyelashes resting on your cheeks and your breathing even. You were lightly snoring and heavily drooling but he didn’t care. You were indeed the most beautiful person he had ever seen.
He had tried slowly prying his hand away so as to reduce your embarrassment when you woke up, but you had clutched on even more tightly. Even despite his hand being bent at a really odd angle, he was more than happy to be sitting there.
This was the first time he was this close to you without you freaking out. But his gut was telling that this wasn’t the last time.
He cleared his throat as he realized that he was thirsty. As he had kept staring at your face, he had no idea how much time had passed. Just then as if someone was reading his mind, the door opened and a woman walked in.
The woman was walking alongside Tony and they were in an animated conversation. Bucky had seen her somewhere. As he thought, he remembered seeing her in the photo frame on your office desk. She was in standing beside you on a sunny day and that moment was captured in a photo. It was the only personal memento you had in your office. She must be your mom he concluded.
When she saw you, tears collected in her eyes. Tony pressed his hand on her shoulder reassuring her. He had called her and informed of the situation. You mom wanted to visit you and he had arranged that too. No matter what happened, Tony still did blame himself.
Only if he had stopped Peter earlier. But it wasn’t too late, or rather he just hoped it wasn’t too late. He had told your mother that you would be absolutely fine and these injuries were temporary. But being your mother, her heart ached after seeing you.
Bucky saw as your moms' eyes went from you, to his hand to his face and he froze. This was inappropriate, he shouldn’t be with you, not like this, not with you curled up against his arm.
He knew your mom was going to get pissed. He was well aware of his reputation. He was the winter soldier, the deadliest assassin. He was known for bloodshed and death, not for warmth and comfort.
Seeing Bucky and you, Tony’s eyes widened and Bucky noticed it. “I’m... I’m sorry...” he said as he carefully slipped his hand away from you as you whimpered at the loss of contact. He looked down to the floor, incapable of looking in their eyes.
“Oh my god!” Your mom exclaimed. Bucky looked up only to see a warm smile grace her lips. She wasn’t upset with him, that he was sure of. He didn’t know why, but she looked happy.
“How long have you?” Your mom asked moving her eyes between Bucky and you as she came closer to the bed. She sat on the stool once occupied by Bucky and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead. She took one long look at you and turned back to Bucky.
Bucky was going to die today or maybe he had already died and was in heaven or he probably was in some kind of simulation. This couldn’t be happening. Your mom couldn’t possibly think that you and Bucky were together and would be happy with that. He was a bad guy, right?
Your mom raised her eyebrows at Bucky expecting an answer. Bucky decided this was his chance. “I’ve been here since last night.” He said shrugging. He was impressed with his own answer. It was vague, it neither denied nor confirmed anything.
Your mom laughed through the tears, “Oh, I see. You are a funny one, though I didn’t expect that...” your mom trailed off unsure of what to call him, James? Bucky? Mr. Barnes? Jamie?
“Bucky.” She nodded and gave her own name. “Now I know why my daughter just doesn’t stop talking about you. Nice to meet you Bucky.”
Yup, this was a dream, Bucky was hundred percent sure. You talked about him to your mom? He was an idiot, that was for sure. Why didn’t he realize it any sooner? “Nice to meet you too.”
What people didn’t know was that, while you were introverted, your mom was very social. Unlike you, she could make friends with anyone, now even the winter soldier. And this difference was probably what made your bond even strong.
Your mom couldn’t believe it. You had actually gotten together with your childhood crush. You always considered that she didn’t know about Bucky. But she did. She knew why you frequented Smithsonian so much as a teenager, she also knew of the small photo you had kept of him in your history textbook.
You woke up to the sound of hushed talking. You cracked your eyes open to see the most absurd and unbelievable sight in this entire world, your mom and Bucky talking with pleasant smiles plastered on their face.
“Look who’s awake.” Your mom said taking your hand. “How are you.” She called you by your pet name and you wanted nothing more than to embrace her. But instead of you decided to have some fun.
“Where am I? Who... who are you?” You asked holding your head with your right hand as if it was hurting. Your mom gasped as she and Bucky looked at each other. You heard a ‘oh my god’ from the other side and that’s when you noticed Tony.
Your mom’s eyes watered and you realized it was a bad joke. “Hey. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, mom. I was joking. I always wanted to prank you if I ever got admitted in a hospital, but it was idiotic of me. I’m sorry.” This escalated much more than you thought.
Your mom wiped her tears and held your lovingly. “It’s okay. After all you’ve woken up after three years. I’m glad...” you stopped hearing after that. Three... Three years? You lost three years?
“I...” looking at the shock on your face, all three of them started laughing. “You really are the perfect mom and daughter pair.” Tony said laughing loudly. Honestly, this was unexpected by him too, but it was absolutely funny.
“Mom!” You exclaimed swatting her hand and smiling yourself. “What? You thought only you’ve been waiting to crack this joke.” You perceived that you both were much too similar than you realized.
“How are you?” You mom asked again seriously. “I’m fine.” You looked at Bucky only to see him giving you a look you couldn’t comprehend. Also, what was he doing here?
“What happened?” Tony urged. He wanted to know the truth. You didn’t know why, but Bucky scoffed at the question. The question brought back all the memories. How there was someone under your bed and then your run and your fall.
“I fell down the stairs.” You replied truthfully. “You can tell us anything, you know right?” Tony reaffirmed. You simply nodded, you couldn’t ask for a better boss, though according to Tony it was the other way around.
“Wait, who got me here?” You asked as you looked around. This advanced technology and equipment weren’t available in any hospital but the med bay of the Avengers Tower. How did you end up here? You should probably still be lying in your own house, in your own blood, but no. That means whoever it was, brought you here.
Tony sighed and gave a pained smile, “Don't worry about all that. You can have as many days off as you want, all paid. Take care of yourself Boss.” With that Tony took off. You found it very odd that he didn’t answer your question. You looked at Bucky who simply shrugged his shoulders.
You then realized your mouth was wet with your saliva and wiped it off with the back of your hand. Your suddenly snapped to Bucky, he saw you drooling... James Bucky Barnes saw you drooling! You wanted the earth to swallow you whole. Whatever one percent chance you had with him was all gone now.
“Where’s pancake?” You asked suddenly panicked. “You want pancakes?” Your mom asked. You bit your tongue; you hadn’t still told your mom about pancake. You didn’t know what to tell her back then, he just landed in my house, no, that seemed weird and thus you’d never told her.
“No. It’s her dog.” Bucky said smirking. “Oh my young lady. You’ve been hiding so many things from me.” You mom pretended to be angry. “I was gonna tell you. I just recently got him.” Before your mom could ask further questions, Bucky interrupted, “He is probably still at your place.”
“Oh no! What if he falls? He is still too small to come down stairs by himself. He...” Your mom took your hand and rubbed it. “Calm down. We’ll get him. Don’t worry.” Bucky said.
Bucky was glad you didn’t remember anything of your previous conversation. He was sure you wouldn’t take it lightly. If you knew, he was sure you’d stop talking to him.
You smiled as you looked up at Bucky and for the first time you saw him smile back at you. Only in your dreams had you imagined that. As your mom saw your eyes lock with Bucky, she knew you two were meant for each other.
Today you were finally getting a discharge. After being in the hospital or rather the Avengers tower for three days now, you were finally going home. Though the place was very comfortable and more technologically advanced than any other place, it wasn’t your home.
Even though your hand was wrapped in a cast and a bandage was posted on your head, you were excited and euphoric at the aspect of seeing your home again and finally sleeping on your comfortable bed.
In the three days while you were recovering, your mother had made the avengers her fans. Now she wasn’t your mom, you were her daughter.
And over the course of just three days, your mom had somehow managed to turn Bucky from an introvert to a talkative guy. To others he still was closed off, but whenever he came into your room, he chit chatted with you both constantly.
You were suspicious but not sure that Bucky was somehow pretending to be your boyfriend. For the past three days he had barely left the room. From constantly asking about your health to being there for your every beck and call.
In the past few days, you both had got to know so much about each other that you were sure no other soul in this world knew that much about either of you. Somehow, you were glad that you had ended up here.
As you got ready to leave, Bucky walked in with a bouquet of flowers. In the last two days, Bucky had started getting you flowers. The first day you were dumbstruck and shocked, you hadn’t considered Bucky to be so caring and considerate.
And at the same time, you had cried. No one, literally no one had ever gotten you flowers except for probably congratulating you for your achievements. All your life beneath the tough exterior, you wanted someone to get you flowers and take you to stupid carnivals.
At the first time, Bucky chose pink carnations. He had read somewhere that every flower symbolizes something. He wanted to convey the message of love and yet not be very straightforward like with red roses.
So he chose pink carnations, they expressed blooming love and yet at the same time they weren’t very outspoken. The next day he showed up with camellia. And now he had brought hydrangea symbolizing love. He just hoped you understood his underlying meaning.
Seeing Bucky walk with a bouquet of hydrangea, your face lit up. The flowers were delicate and gorgeous. “How are you doing?” Bucky desperately wanted to call you by a nick name, something along the lines of doll had almost slipped through his mouth one or twice but he had stopped himself from saying anything further.
He knew he was walking on thin ice. Though now you both were very much comfortable around each other, there was no clear indication that you would appreciate him calling you nick names.
“I’m much better. Thank you for the flowers Bucky. That’s so sweet of you.” You said gently taking the flowers and admiring them. “Marry him!” Your mother loudly proclaimed as she walked in besides you.
You audibly gasped while Bucky gave you a sly smile. You turned around and gave your mother a questioning look. “They don’t make them like this anymore.” Your mother said patting Bucky.
You were going to apologize to Bucky but before that he began, “I always ready!” Bucky said smirking and you thought you were going to get a cardiac arrest. Did he just...?
You raised your eyebrows and opened your mouth to protest but no sound came through and you closed it again, only to repeat this process at least twice. You shook your head and blinked rapidly. If he was playing this game, you weren’t going to back down. “Let’s decide the dates.”
You winked at Bucky as his jaw dropped while your mother beamed at you. You didn’t know what this was, whether it was actually the reality or whether you still were unconscious and in a dreamland. But whatever it was, you were liking it.
Your mom cleared her throat as she woke up from her sleep. Her throat was dry and she needed water. Getting up from the bed, she exited your guest room where she was staying for a few more days.
She didn’t care to switch on the light as she walked towards the kitchen in her sleepy haze. But she stopped in her tracks when she saw a figure looming in the kitchen. Terrified at first, she soon guessed who it might be,
“Well, the Wakandans are here. They want Zemo. Bought us some more time.” James announced as he walked into the room gaining the attention of the others.
“Were you followed?” Sam immediately questioned.
“How can you be so sure?” zemo tilted his head looking at the super soldier.
“'Cause he knows when he’s being followed.” Genesis spoke up from her place on the couch without looking up her phone.
“It was sweet of you to defend me at least.” Zemo smiled making Genesis scoff.
“Hey, you shove a sock in it. No one's defending you. You killed Nagel.” Genesis sneered.
“Do we really have to litigate what may or may not have happened?” Zemo argued as she rolled her eyes and went back into scrolling through her phone.
“There's nothing to litigate. You straight shot the man.” Sam raised his voice.
“Guys!” Genesis stood up her eyes horrified as it stayed on the phone and moved towards James “Karli bombed a GRC supply depot.” she informed looking at her phone and Sam questioned her about the damage she gave the number and made them read the rest of the articles.
“She's getting worse. I have the will to complete this mission. Do the three of you?” Zemo questioned the group on their motive making the girl stand up.
“She’s just a kid!” Genesis argued, eyes wide.
“You're seeing something in her that isn't there. You're clouded by it. She's a supremacist. The very concept of a Super Soldier will always trouble people. It's that warped aspiration that led to Nazis, to Ultron, to the Avengers.” The sokovian spoke to no one in particular.
“Hey, those're our friends you're talking about. The Avengers, not the Nazis.” Genesis spoke her fingertips flowing with powers at her infuriation.
James took notice of this and immediately moved closer to her, slightly brushing her fingers with his own making her take a deep breath and walk out to her room to take a small nap, the exhaustion of the day catching up on her, using this much power on the same day was draining her, so the minute her head hit the pillow she was out like a light.
“Shame what's become of this place. When I was young, we used to come here for fabulous dinners and parties. I knew nothing of the politics of the time, of course, but I remember it being beautiful.” Zemo commented as the group entered the building.
“Hi” Genesis breathed out to the man who sat with a child “do you know Donya Madani?” she questioned and immediately regretted it, reading the look on the man’s face “I’m sorry for your loss.” She whispered just as the man was about to get up with the child she promised she meant to harm or bad and convinced them to stay, she moved to the child and looked at the painting they were working on.
“Its pretty.” she beamed at the child receiving the same from the child, she reached out and touched Genesis’ face and hair “pretty.” the little girl mumbled making the bronze skinned woman give a small laugh, and forced a smile out of the man.
“Is there a way to help you? I’ll make some calls. I can-” she was cut off by the man.
“I know who you are. But I can't trust you. I'm sorry.” He apologized making nod and verbalize that she understood the man looked behind the girl’s shoulder, she did the same and spotted the brunet super soldier and smile at him while the man picked up the little girl who waved at the brunette who returned the gesture with a large smile.
“Anything?” James asked Genesis who shook her head in a negative manner making him nod in acknowledgement
The superhero trio regrouped as they watched the criminal talk to kids and give them candies while they briefed among themselves on the information they had…which was close to nothing.
“Cute kids.” Zemo stated as he walked away from the trio making them look at each other in frustration.
“You know the Dora's coming for you any minute. In fact, they're probably lurking outside right now. Keep talking. Leaving you to turn on me once we get to Karli.” James spoke which gained the Attention of Genesis who sat on the couch, eyes closed.
“Hmm. I prefer to keep my leverage.” Zemo taunted and that sent Bucky he snatched the Glass seated on Zemo’s hands throwing it across the room shattering it. “You wanna see what someone can do with leverage?” he spoke in a low voice which made Genesis’ eyes go wide and clamp her legs shut…for reasons.
“Take it easy. Don't engage him. He's just gonna extort you and do that stupid head tilt thing. Let me make a call.” Sam walked out after warning the brunet soldier.
“You want some cherry blossom tea?”
“No, you go ahead.”
Zemo shortly walked out leaving Genesis and James in the room alone, everyone knew it was a bad idea, and since Genesis wasn’t feeling her best she stood up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen island and took out her phone which was ringing.
“Hey.” she greeted immediately followed by a laugh which gained the man’s attention “fine, I’ll call in a sec.” she hung up and ran into get her laptop seated on the coffee table.
I looked at her when she took out her laptop with the biggest smile on her that I’ve seen…ever.
“Look who’s here!” it was the Spencer kid’s voice and I swear I didn’t know you could smile so much Genesis.
“Auntie Genny!” I froze at the sound of a toddler while Genesis laughed and greeted him
“Hi!” she spoke in the same tone as the child making me smile, shoot. The conversation went on
“Bedtime Story!” the kid spoke and genesis nodded and smiled.
“Ready? Uncle Spence, you ready?” and she immediately sat up straight but till had her chin cradled with her hands, I stood up and moved behind her, taking the excuse of making coffee, she turned around and smiled at me, and I looked at the camera to see a small blond kid, probably 6 and Spencer on the child’s bed with the book out, She turned back around and started reciting the story.
“Once upon a time long ago and far away in a tiny town beneath a purple peaked pine tree, there lived a monster named rumple buttercup He had… 5 crooked teeth, 3 strands of hair, green skin and his left foot was slightly bigger than his right…” I looked at her while she made weird hand gestures, faces and tones while she said the story to the kid, a couple of giggles coming out of him.
3rd Person’s POV:
James Barnes did not know feelings, all he knew was wars, but he was smart enough to know what he was feeling now, happiness, comfort and no matter how much ever he denied it, he was in love with Genesis Reign, and right now, watching the girl with admiration, he was in terms with his feeling for the girl, he was in terms that he was falling in love with the most annoying woman in the universe, it really shouldn’t have taken this long for him to realize that, let’s be honest what he thought of when he realized that he was in love the enhanced.
What neither of the duo in the room noticed was that Dr. Spencer Reid was watching the whole ordeal through his screen, he was sure of the look that James had when he was intently watching Genesis speak to their godson, After all he’s seen the look on himself, it was the exact look he had every time he saw Maeve Donovan.
The young doctor also noticed the quick looks Genesis sent over her shoulders to make quick contact with the man and immediately focused on her godson again, he was no idiot. He had never heard her talk about one man so much as he had heard her speak about James every chance she got during this mission. As a man of science he came to a conclusion his sister was so in love with James Buchanan Barnes.
I slowly stopped reciting the story when I heard light snores coming from the other side, he was finally asleep, just then the door opened and I violently turned towards Sam and shushed him before he could start talking, to my surprised another shushing sound was heard and I turned around to see James doing the same as me making Sam throw up his arms in surrender and confusion.
“Good night Henry.” I whispered earning a mumble which made me quietly laugh and James to let out a chuckle, I turned around to see him smiling at the screen where the little boy was sleeping, I heard Spencer switch off the lights and move to the living room of the residence.
“I need to talk to you alone. Now” oh shit…did he find out I stole his donuts? I vigorously nodded and ran into the room with the laptop in my hands.
“You two are pathetic.” he commented immediately as I closed the door.
“Who?” I tilted my head as he sighed.
“You and the cyborg.” he deadpanned making me sigh out.
“What’s wrong?” I asked hoping he wouldn’t bring out what I tried to ignore or the donuts “I don’t know okay.” I buried my head into the pillow.
“What do you not know Nessy?” he asked.
“How I feel.” I mumbled the heat becoming too much “I don’t even know if he feels the same.” I continued “and we also kind of try to kill each other every day…so..” I grinned sheepishly.
“It’s the little things Nessy.” she slowly stated.
“Is it fair?” I finally asked after a moment of silence.
“You deserve to be happy, he does too, and…it’s been 8 years you know? Don’t beat yourself up for loving Barnes.” I closed my eyes before any tear could slip out.
“It’s not Barnes…” I mumbled he sighed, we’ve had too many conversations about it
“Genesis, James is here, right now, it’s been 8 years, you’re ready, you know it, you loved him, you still do, that’s fine…do you love James?” he questioned looking at me.
“I…I don’t know.” I stuttered, it was true, I didn’t.
“Think about It.” he suggested when I heard a knock on the door, I held up a finger and moved to open the door to see Sam “hey Nessy? Did you take my donuts?” Spencer questioned as my eyes widened.
“You know what cherry? I gotta go, duty calls, hide the cookie jar, Henry sneaks at night, love you both, bye!” I rushed out and cut the call before he could object.
“You just saved my ass.” I breathed out to Sam who laughed.
“You seriously scared of donuts stealing but kick bounty hunter ass?”
A/N: yes, i really wrote Rumple Buttercup...I'm a suckerrrr
“Anybody see Zemo?” were the first words out of Genesis’ mouth once the smoke had cleared, she was on high alert and adrenaline and she couldn’t find the Baron.
“Let's go.” James Barnes instructed as they slightly moved to take cover.
“Wait for my signal!” Sam called out and proceeded to move to the right when another attack hit them. “Damn it! And you like living here?” he yelled out to the blonde woman.
“It's not terrible.” She countered while Genesis was trying to deflect the bullets with her powers.
“I thought we were gonna go left?” James yelled at Sam only to be yelled at by him.
“You went the wrong way!” Sam pointed at him.
“I came out first.” James Defended himself.
“You are supposed to follow me!” Sam yelled over the noise again making the brunette girl roll her eyes.
“It's in every action movie!” Genesis threw a ball of force at them.
“Hey bitchasses get your shit together!”
“Go. Come on. Let's go.” James pulled Genesis’s arm making her groan in pain just as Sharon notified everyone that she was out of Ammo.
“Supercharged.” Zemo Greeted as he pulled of a The Pontiac Firebird in front of the group which made Genesis drop her mouth in shock and admiration for the car, James looked at her and let out a small laugh at her face of awe.
“You're going back to jail.” Genesis angrily pointed at the man sitting with a smug smile.
“Do you want to find Karli or not?” He questioned the group with an innocent smirk. If he doesn’t die in the hands of the law, he will in the hands of Genesis Reign.
“He's right. We need him. And there's two of us, and at least 20 of them. Come on.” Genesis was really annoyed every time James would defend the criminal.
“Fine. But if you try that shit again...” Sam warned getting in the car.
“I wouldn't dream of it.” Zemo promised making Genesis choke.
“I don’t want to know what you dream of.” she muttered sarcastically which did not go unnoticed by James who let out a small laugh.
“Well, that was one hell of a reunion.” Sharon smirked as Genesis Frowned.
“Come back to the States with us.” The brunette tried making ‘grabby hands’ at the blonde making her chuckle.
“I told you I can't. Just get me that pardon you promised me.” She told them and walked away.
“Thanks for everything!” Sam expressed their gratitude
“Stay hot!” Genesis yelled at her making the carter woman blow a kiss which Genesis caught and plunged it in her heart.
“You’re not gonna move your seat up are you?” Sam huffed.
Genesis walked out of the washroom with her bloodied dagger in hand the stones on it slightly stained with blood she came to sit opposite to James and yanked the cloth with which he was cleaning his hand and started to clean her dagger, she could’ve left it like that, well she did have 6 more with her but she didn’t.
“Is your dagger more important that my arm?”
“Obviously, you dick.
“You want this dick.” he smirked at her.
“I also want ice cream, I set my priorities straight.”
“Unlike you.” he laughed.
“You know what? That was pretty good.” she laughed along bringing her hand up for a high five with the super soldier.
“They found Madani... Dead. She died in Riga, a city near the Baltic Sea.” Sam informed walking in, quickly making a face when he saw the duo laughing together.
“I have a place we can go. I, for one, am looking forward to coming face to face with Karli. Oeznik, we're changing the course.”
“This bitch has a place everywhere.” Genesis uttered quietly.
“I heard what became of Sokovia. Cannibalized by its neighbors before the land was cleared of rubble, erased from the map. I don't suppose any of you bothered visiting the memorial? Of course not. Why would you?” Zemo talked as they made their way to his place.
Genesis frowned at his remark, she fell back among the group when the talk of sokovia started, James noticed this and slowed his pace to match with the girl’s “I did you know, visit sokovia, I mean. I have been, for the past eight years, ever since the battle.” she spoke quietly to him even though she thought he wouldn’t care for her justification, but instead he nodded to her words.
“He wasn’t the only one who lost his family that day…was he?” Genesis just nodded at his words, she wasn’t gonna let her emotions cloud her professional persona.
She heard faint beeping from the ground below her and immediately slowed her pace, she hit the super soldier’s arm grabbing his attention when she saw a familiar shiny bead and nodded at him who returned the gesture.
“I’m gonna go on a walk.” James announced to the group.
“You good?” Sam immediately asked in concern.
“Yeah, I’ll see you in a bit.” he bit his goodbye and walked away to talk to the Wakandan.
Genesis went on to change her outfit and sit down comfortably and took out her phone to text Spencer and Penelope that she was okay and that the ‘mission is getting spicy’ immediately getting a text of acknowledgement from her friends she quietly laughed wondering if they’d been waiting for her text all day, knowing them, they probably were.
You are Chris Evans younger sister and while on set with Chris you meet his friend, you slowly fall in love with him, bus Chris doesn’t approve, do you continue talking or do you stop?? (Sorry I’m horrible at explaining things)
Chris Evans x daughter!reader
You are Chris Evans daughter but before you could even remember things he had to give you up for adoption 15 years later, you come back in his life again
Hi so since fanfiction is essentially my way of coping with things.... can you do an avengers x reader (Bucky, Steve, Sam, Tony, Loki, Thor, Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, etc.) and they react to the reader scratching their car or getting into a car accident (not fatal)-A (I don’t mean for it to be ‘dark’ just like them comforting the reader bc obvs you’re a bit shaken up afterwards)
I got you babe! I did this as teen reader, who's Peter's partner.
So the accident, not that bad. You were ok, no one else was involved and the car was ok. But your heart was racing, you were shaking, and you felt like crying.
Therefore in no condition to drive, so you called Tony to see if anyone was nearby or willing to come drive instead.
The other Avengers were in a meeting so when Tony said it was you and answered they all payed attention. If you were calling right after school something had to have happened whether it be good or bad.
However, when Tony said minor accident, everyone started getting ready to come get you.
"What do you mean Minor accident? Your ok right? Are you sure? Yeah of course someone can come drive you back."
Bucky and Natasha won and got to drive you. Sam and Steve got to go get your favorite food and drink in an effort to make sure you would eat.
Wanda and Pietro were in charge of setting up a movie you wanted to see and some of your favorites.
When Steve and Sam dropped off Bucky and Natasha, Bucky took the wheel while Natasha sat with you in the back.
He made sure to try and make the least amount of sudden movements with the car. You didn't need any more stress.
When you got back to the tower, you were immediately brought to the room filled with pillows and blankets in front of a large screen, a stack of movies, and food.
Thor and Loki weren't completely sure what was going on but they both knew you weren't doing the best and since they thought of you like a little sister, there was no way there were going to let it slide.
So, throughout the whole movie marathon. You would be sitting in between the two gods.
The rest of the group kept their eyes on you to make sure you were feeling better.
If you need anything, someone would get it for you.
They were going to pamper you for the rest of the day and tomorrow if you were still nervous, they would do what they could to help then.
"I had the perfect opportunity so I took it," Bucky smirked then he walked over to the stood sitting down. He took in her appearance.
"Why do you have Steve's shield and Thor's armor?"
Charm strike a pose," I look good in it don't I?" She giggled then took another scoop of her ice cream. "I couldn't sleep so to entertain myself, I took their stuff. I'm having a blast in it!"
"You do look good in it." Bucky agreed making a big smile form on her face. "What kind of ice cream you're eating?"
"Well I normally eat vanilla ice cream with melted buttercream icing cake on top but I forgot to pick up a cake today so I'm eating Tony's caramel ice cream instead."
"Caramel? You actually like that? I prefer cookies and cream."
"Basicccc! Caramel is superior just like Vanilla."
"Vanilla is good but it can't top cookies and cream."
"What is this foolishness you're speaking of!" Charm mocked as if she was Thor making them both laugh. After placing the shield down, she opens the bottom drawer to get the cookies and cream out.
"Oh, you actually had some?"Bucky asked leaning forward over the island to see what else it was. Nothing caught his eye that he wanted so leaned back in the chair and she closed it back.
"Yes, Tony and I come to eat ice cream when we both can't sleep. So there are about 10 different flavors in there. We like to try new things." Charmaine passed him the spoon and Bucky takes the top off, digging in. She took in his appearance while he ate, Bucky eyes were red in the corners with bags under them.
Bucky slowly ate on his ice cream getting antsy from her staring as if she noticed something on the side of his face, "Charm is there something on my face? You're staring really hard."
Charmie blinked out of her trance," Bucky why aren't you getting any sleep?"
"It's that bad huh?"
"No! It's- fuck I-I didn't mean to ask that personal question. You don't have to answer. Sorry."
"It's fine. I don't mind answering it but if I tell you about me, you have to tell me about you. Back story and all." Bucky said sitting the spoon down twisting the chair facing her. He twists her chair so they could be face to face. She gave a small smile.
"Okay, I will tell you all about me."
She hasn't opened up to anyone but Tony. Charmaine didn't really have any friends since staying in the tower. So there wasn't anybody to open up to. But this shouldn't be hard for her, she trusted Bucky. " Should I go first?"
"Yeah, you can if you want?"
"Yeah, I don't mind." Charmaine cleared her throat. 'This should be easy' She thought to herself. Bucky grabbed her hands for comfort.
"If it gets too hard, you can stop okay? I don't want to make anything worse. I'm here for you."
Charmaine nod her head," Okay so my full name is Charmaine Raleigh Morgan. I'm actually from Louisiana. My favorite food is mac and cheese, I only eat ice cream with cake, I love dogs, my favorite colors are white and gold, my zodiac is cancer. I was an only child because my parents always worked. The person I use to call my dad got this big promotion here so we moved. When we got here, I lost my friends due to distance and enrolled to NYU."
"My sophomore year, my class took a trip to Stark Tower. I actually ran into Tony that day and he was in shock because I didn't know who he was. He gave me an internship that lasts until I graduate."
Charmaine began to fumble with Bucky's metal fingers," My 'father' lost his job and things start to go downhill. I didn't have enough money to stay on campus so I had to come home every day. He started to drink and soon influenced my mother. Soon one by one things in our house start to turn off or disappear."
"I was wearing the same clothes, not eating, took showers in public showers. It was the lowest time in my life and the only reason I was still in college was because of my smartness and scholarships. I missed coming to the tower like two weeks straight and it worried Tony."
"One day he called my phone nonstop but I didn't receive them because my phone was turned off because we didn't pay the bill so he pulled up to my house. F.R.I.D.A.Y had found my location." Charmaine giggles remembering that day. Her breath hitches as she continues to tell the story.
" Me, Tony, and Happy spent the whole day together plus I met Peter. When I came back home, my parents were so drunk they thought I was an intruder. I-I walkthrough the-the door and my father held me a gu-gun point. My mother was yelling at him to shoot me. Ignoring my cries and pleads, he shot me in the shoulder..."
She looks down at her lap, tears blurred her vision as her breathing quickens. Bucky's hand cupped her face pulling Charm closer to his face.
"Hey, Hey, look at me. It's over, you're safe okay? I'm here to protect you."
Her teary brown eyes looked up into his. Charm nodded letting herself calm down. Her breathing went back to normal and Bucky used his thumbs to wipe away her tears. She took a deep breath and wraps her hand around his metal one pulling it back into her lap, fumbling with it.
"So that's why I'm not a huge fan of guns well only the ones that are aimed at me. I'm so grateful for Tony saving me that night. He's the best person. But enough about me, tell me about you. I want to know everything."
Bucky cleared his throat "Alright, my full name is James Buchanan Barnes. I don't have a favorite food but I do like tiramisu, I guess my favorite color is blue. I'm 106 years old born in 1917."
"I can make you tiramisu if you like? and that's so cool, you've probably seen everything."
"Yeah, I would love that. I was enlisted in the army and assigned to 107th." Bucky rubbed his thumb on top of her hand. "My regiment was captured by HYDRA, where I was given a variant of the super-soldier Serum by this guy name Arnim Zola. "
"Me, along with whoever remained from my regiment, were later rescued by Steve, who had become Captain America during my absence. Steve and I formed our team which was the Howling Commandos, to battle Red Skull's forces." Bucky bit his lip as the conversation got touchy. Charmaine understood and spoke up.
"Bucky you don't have to finish if you don't want to."
"I'm alright. I can finish it. On our final attempt to catch Zola, I fell from a train that was hundreds of feet in the air." Bucky rubbed his mouth with his free hand. Charmaine pulled his hand to her chest gasping.
"I survived cause of the super-soldier serum but Hydra captured me. I was subsequently brainwashed and armed with a new cybernetic limb to become their operative, known as the Winter Soldier."
"As Sam would say, I have killed everyone I met but it wasn't my fault. I wish I could make everything right but life doesn't work like that."
"I have nightmares about missions that I've done. It happens every time I go to sleep so I barely get any rest." Bucky explained and Charmaine let out a little yawn. She pulled his metal hand to her face cuddling it.
"Well, I have a solution."
"And what is that?" Bucky raised an eyebrow. Her actions made him feel better about his arm. He's never had the baby treatment from anyone.
"To deal with nightmares and anxiety. I sleep on the floor with a light and tv on sometimes." Charmaine said letting out another yawn. "It helps most of the time."
Bucky checked the time on the clock which said 4:57 a.m. "Well let's try this out cause I really don't want to sleep in my bed."
"Okay, I'll grab some blankets, you get comfortable."
Charmaine let go of his hand then went over to the couch pulling out a draw that was under the couch. She pulled out a big blanket and a little one. Bucky came over and helped her layout the big blanket. 2 minutes later, they both were on the floor.
Tv playing softly in the background, kitchen light on, blankets covering up their torso. She laid on her side, comfortable while Bucky kept tossing and turning. Charm sat up crossing her arms over her chest.
"Take your shirt off."
"You're not comfortable so take your shirt off. I'll take my mine off cause I know I get hot." Charm said then pulled the armor over her head leaving her in a sports bra. His eyes adverted everywhere but her chest trying to be respectful. Bucky sigh pulling his shirt off then laid back down as well as she did.
She grabbed his metal arm placing it under her head. Bucky worried to himself that it would be uncomfortable for her.
"I'm comfortable Bucky. Go to sleep."
Charm rolled over to where her face met his neck, gently she ran her fingers over the flesh that that met metal. "Does that hurt? Can you feel it?"
Bucky kept his eyes on the ceiling, "Yes I can feel it a little bit but no it doesn't hurt."
"I know this is too late to ask this question but do you have a girlfriend?"
"No, I actually don't have a girlfriend."
"Good, I can do this because it looks so uncomfortable," Charmaine lifts her head up kissing the weird ropes on his shoulder. " I hope that makes it feel better."
Bucky smiled feeling her soft lips against his skin," Feels so much better. Thank you."
"You're welcome, I'll do it as many times you need me to. I want you to be comfortable." Charmie kissed his cheek. "Goodnight."
Bucky kissed her forehead, "Goodnight doll."
Around 6:30 a.m. Steve walked into the living room dressed in exercise clothes seeing them on the floor. He laughed to himself.
Charmaine was sprawled out with the shield over her face to block the light. Bucky laid on his stomach sleeping soundly. Natasha walked in seeing them as well.
"Is that Barnes and Charm asleep on the floor?"
"That is Barnes and Charm sleeping on the floor," Steve said with a humorous smile. He went over to them ruffling Bucky's hair making him shift a little in his sleep. Steve lifted the shield off of Charm's face.
Charmaine opened her red eyes from the lack of sleep. "Hmm?"
"Nothing. I'm just doing the same thing that you did to me." Steve winked making her groan. He laughs letting the shield down.
Natasha walked over to the fridge grabbing some water laughing at Steve from what he said," What did she do to you?"
"She came in my room all hyper waking me up, asking for my shield."
"Wow. I think it was her I heard moving around last night." Natasha said with a humorous smile then took a sip of water.
"Nine times out of ten it was her." Steve laugh then they both walked to the training room.
"Barnes. Charm get up! Kiddo you slept through your alarm and class." Tony said shaking their shoulders. She yawns sitting up then her eyes widen. Charmaine scrabbles to grab her phone.
"What time is it? I'm going to be late for class."
Tony rolled his eyes going to the kitchen, "It's 12:28 p.m. kiddo. As I said, you overslept."
Bucky sat up covering his face with his hands. He looked around stretching his arms in the air. Everything from last night starts to flood in. That was the best sleep the both of them have gotten in weeks. Hence why both of them have red eyes.
"I'm sensing you guys were sleeping really good. Both you have red eyes." Tony said pouring himself a smoothie in a cup. Charmaine calms down rubbing her face when she saw the email from her professor saying that it was no class today.
"I'm ignoring you I hope you know that," Charmie said to Tony while swiping away on her phone. She turns to Bucky who turns towards her and they make eye contact.
"Your eyes are so red." She giggled pointing to his eyes. He gave a smile holding a finger to her face. Only Charm was able to make him smile, she had that effect on him. Bucky's morning voice caught her way off guard.
"Your eyes are red as well. Plus you have indents from my arm on the left side of your face. On the right side is from the shield straps."
She giggled but inside Charm was trying to hold her composure from his deep sexy ass voice.
"Alright, alright enough with the being cute. Get up so we can begin training." Tony said taking the last sip of his smoothie. He walks from behind the island to in front, leaning against it. He was for sure that she was going to love what he had to say next.
"You and Barnes have training to do for the upcoming mission."
Charmaine gasp in shock trying to process what he said. She got up running over to Tony hugging him while jumping up and down.
Warning: Fluff, Swearing, Angst, I think, fighting.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes| Fem!Reader
Summary: Y/N meets Bucky in the red room. Soon they separate. Years later, they reunite. (towards the end is set during tfatws 1 episode)
A/N: enjoy, please. thank you for the request @ihavemanyhusbandfandoms! I hope you like it!!!
"Again!" The ballet instructor ordered the girls, not being impressed with their moves. Y/N trudged downstairs to began the daily training that she was forced to do. Her body ached in pain from yesterday's combat. She stood outside of a ballet class, seeing how graceful the students were moving.
She heard quiet footsteps from Madame B coming closer. "You'll break them," Y/N spoke softly, not even bothering to turn around. Madame B placed a hand on her shoulder, making her flinch. "Only the breakable ones. You are made of marble. We'll celebrate after the graduation ceremony."
"What if I'm not up to standards?"
"You will always be up to standards. Let's get this started."
Both women walked down the hall to the training room. A human silhouette target paper hung from the ceiling. "Whenever you ready, start." Madame B confided, stepping back from Y/N. Taking a deep breath with her eyes closed, her fingers touched the cold metal of the gun. Opening one eye, Y/N swiftly aimed it at the head of the silhouette. She used all the bullets, getting a headshot on each time she pulled the trigger.
Madame B's face formed into a proud smile."Bring him in." The workers brought in what she asked for. Y/N hesitantly aimed the gun at the man who wore a black bag over his face. Knowing that she never misses, Y/N prayed that this one time she did. She pulled the trigger with both eyes closed.
Sadly she didn't miss.
"Hydra Material Y/N. Bring in the Winter Soldier." Madame B smirked, pointing towards the door. One of Hydra's workers spoke up, uncertain with the idea of bringing in Bucky for combat with Y/N. "Ma'am, he isn't stable."
Madame B's smirk turns into a scowl." I don't care! Bring him in. NOW." Her voice held frustration with the workers. They nodded, going into the other room to bring out Bucky. Y/N sat the gun down on the little table as the sound of the gunshot haunted her hearing. The Hyrda workers dragged in the unstable Winter Soldier. They dropped him to his knees. Bucky's breathing was heavy as he tried to make sense of where he was. Slowly he stood up to his feet, looking around that the unknown environment.
A smile drew on Madame B's face. "Say the words for him, then let's get this started. Y/N, come here, please." She gestured for Y/N to come closer. Her face held no emotion as she walked over to the woman to had control of her. "Use everything thing I taught you. Do.Not.Hold.Back."
Y/N nodded her head, stepping back from Madame B facing Bucky.
His trigger words were being called aloud. Bucky eyes grew from confusion to nothing. He held the same expression Y/N wore.
The Winter Soldier strikes the first hit, which Y/N easily dodged. Y/N knew Bucky from previous combat and didn't want to hurt him. The two had recent history when he stayed in the red room. Hyrda liked his way of combat, so they took him instead of Y/N.
The two assassins fought each other for 7 minutes straight. Y/N arms felt as if they were on fire. Distracted with her arms, Bucky gets her from the side, wrapping his metal arm around her neck. While his normal arm pressed against the side of her face. Y/N stood there thinking she could take it, but the more he squeezed with his metal arm. The more she couldn't breathe. Y/N hit against his arm tapping out.
Madame B let out an angry huff seeing her best student fail. "Pathetic Y/N! Sloppy. Pretending to fail." Bucky lets go of his grip, and Y/N fell to the ground gasping for air. Madame B points at two male students angrily, "Grab Y/N and take her to the table. This time tell them to not use numbing cream."
The two students obeyed, walking over to Y/N. She felt their grip on her biceps. Rapidly Y/N shook her head, no wanting to go because the pain was going to be unbearable. "N-No, I don't want to go!"
Madame B ignored her, talking to the Hydra worker, "Tell Karpov to be expecting a call from me soon."
A terrified Y/N reached out for Bucky, sobbing." BUCKY! SAVE ME!" She moved around the student's arms, making it harder on them. Bucky closed his eyes, wincing knowing there wasn't anything he could do.
7 years later
In a hotel in Prague, Y/n walks up the stairs from the lobby to her room. Commotion from behind her makes Y/N pulls out the gun that sat in her waistband.
She counts down from three quietly, then turned around to see Bucky as the winter soldier, holding a man by his throat. She gasps, lowering her gun, not being able to believe that it was him. He slowly drops the man that he had held by his throat to the ground. Bucky felt her present from beside him. He turned around to see Y/N with her mouth agape.
James walked over to her not losing his hard glare. The door was opened to her hotel room so with him hovering over her, Y/N walks into the room backward. "Bucky? Do you remember me? Please say yes."
His glare soften while he took off his mask. Without replying to her question, Bucky placed his soft lips onto her. "Prinţesă I thought I lost you." He spoke softly once he pulled back from the kiss. Y/N placed a hand on his face using her thumb to rub his cheek.
"You're never going to lose me. How does Hydra have a hold on you? I thought it went down the day the red room was exposed."
"The red room was exposed? Hydra never went down. That's why I brought you into this room because there are eyes everywhere." Bucky cautioned pulling her into his arms. Y/N hugged him as if he was going to disappear.
"I've missed you so much Bucky. I haven't seen you since the day we fought each other and I lost. That was 7 years ago."
"I know and I have been thinking about you ever since that day. Y/N you mean so much to me." Bucky cuddles her into his chest more, placing his chin on top of her head. Y/N sigh not wanting this moment to end.
"You mean the world to me to Bucky. I know this moment has to end but I don't want you to leave me at all."
Bucky sigh rubbing his hand through her hair."I know doll but they will come looking for me and I don't want you to get hurt under any circumstances. " He pulls back from the hug placing a kiss on her forehead. " I have to go now doll."
Y/N's bottom lip trembled as tears rolled down her face. "Bucky I don't want you to leave. I need to be with you. P-Please, let me come with you." She was having a mini panic attack. Bucky noticed and cupped her face with his hands.
He lets out a sad sigh." You can't doll. I need you here safe. You got away from Red Room but once Hydra gets their hands on you, they will never leave us alone. I love you Y/N but I have to go." He wiped her tears with his thumbs. It was nothing she could do, Y/N leans forward placing another passionate kiss on his lips.
" I love you too Bucky," Y/N whispered when she didn't feel his lips on hers anymore. She opened her eyes to see that he was gone. Y/N fell to her knees completely breaking down.
The Golden Boy, the Dark Slayer and the Winter Soldier (Part 1)
Pairing : Steve Rogers x Reader (but not endgame), Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary : The Dark Slayer, always called but never chosen. Will you finally be enough or will the universe screw you over once more ?
You can find the prologue here
It's a soulmate AU
All that apply to Marvel
Angst with Happy ending
French writing in English
I only write for woman reader
The first thing he noticed when he opened his eyes, is that nothing felt right. A curtain of hair fall on his eyes, his hand shot up to push them away and Steve is aware that it was not his intention. He is moving now, but not from his will.
From what he can see he recognizes he is in some trashy motel room. His nails are paint black. He noticed his hands are feminine. In the bathroom he finally sees himself, he is in his soulmate's body. He can feel what you are experiencing, sadness, solitude. That he was familiar with but the deep hatred you seem to have for yourself caught him off guard.
He can barely look elsewhere when you undress in front of the mirror. Scars are littering your body, too much to be considered normal. He feels ashamed to intrude on your intimacy.
The way you broke down in the shower broke his heart. He didn’t know why you were feeling this way but god damn this is excoriating. He surely hopes you don’t live with this heaviness every day.
You are staring at yourself yet again, he watches as product after product you change yourself with your heavy makeup. Sultry, it was Steve's way of describing it. It’s like a mask you paint on yourself concealing your demons. Your lips are stained with a deep burgundy, reminding him of blood.
A new feeling is arising, excitement. He can only disapprove of your clothing choice, all in tight skin leather.
He had a hard time processing what was happening. Distantly he knew exactly why he was there. You were gone, and so as your soulmate he will revive events from your life.
The sensation of cool steel between his fingers, no your fingers grabbed his intention. You were playing absentmindedly with a wicked knife. What were you doing with such a weapon on you?
You secured the blade behind your back. You then seized a wooden stick? What were you doing? Nothing made sense.
Walking down the street, Steve recognized the streets of New York. For what felt like the hundredth time Steve wondered what the hell, you were doing! Were you foolish? Walking alone at night looking like that in New York. The worst was that you didn’t seem to care. You were at ease where any other normal woman would’ve been scared.
Wait a second; he knew that park. It was where he and Nat used to go to be alone. How fuck, it was the day he met you. He was relieving the day he rejected you but from your standpoint.
But you were running when he first saw you, yet here you were sitting patiently.
«I can feel you, you know,» you said to no one. « C’mon don’t make me chase you around, it makes me grumpy, and trusts me you don’t want me to be grumpy Mr pointy teeth.» you cooed.
Steve felt you smirked, huffing, he heard something move in the tree branches next to you. You shook your head more amused than everything. «They always choose to run,» you said to yourself before sprinting after god knows what. Steve was impressed by your speed. It rivaled his own. Were you enhanced? It would make sense. The universe had paired him with another super.
The collision was powerful, and now he remembered that he had been sore after you had barreled on him but he had put that on the sensation coursing his body after touching his soulmate.
It was odd, really you were on top of him and Steve can see himself from your perspective peering down at him. He can feel your soulmate mark roaring to life just as he did. Both of you are too stunned to speak. But it can feel it, the sheer amount of happiness you are feeling. Hope, adoration, and relief to have found the one is overwhelming him.
He recalls the blinding smile you had sent him, lighten up your whole face, and yes you were beautiful.
You were about to speak when you were rudely interrupted by a cough of someone on your right.
In the blink of the eyes, you were on your feet. Your reflexes were catlike. At the time Steve had failed to see it but your movement was predatory.
You were assessing Nat, and Steve was surprised when you recognized her as the Black Widow and didn’t class her in the threat category you had.
«Way to ruin the moment Red.» you snark at her, earning a steal glare and Steve is absolutely incredulous cause he can feel that you don’t take seriously the Black Widow.
The Steve on the ground look dumbfounded for a moment but managed to get off the ground, dusting his pants he went next to Nat, he took her hand in his and looked at you with sorrow, his choice was made and you were not it.
Realization, heartache, then resignation was all you suffered in what felt a nanosecond, Steve was dizzy with the rush of your emotions and their intensity. You had addressed the situation extremely fast.
You huffed a laugh, but without any humor in it, « I see. » you shook your head.
«I’m sorry. I already found the love of my life,» he said pointing at the smug redhead hanging in his arms.
«Yeah right. So just so we are clear, you are rejecting me, your soulmate for Red over there, that’s right soldier boy? » your voice was as sultry as your look.
«Yes, you have to understand.«
You cut him holding your hands up gesturing to shut up, and to his surprise and Nat’s he obeyed. « I don’t have to understand shit, pretty boy. You made your choice. Good for you. » the walls you were building at light speed to protect you seemed made with vibranium.
You didn’t give them the time to react you were already walking away. Looking over your shoulder, you stopped. «Hey loverboy, don’t go come knock at my door when red here,» you said gesturing to the Black Widow, « live your ass for a better update.»
Now that he could feel the pain, he had caused you by rejecting you, Steve felt even shittier and well stupid, his breakup with Nat, you had taken a look at her and had called it.
He didn’t understand how you were functioning with the onslaught of emotions swirling your being. It felt like it made you even, more focused.
«Told you not to run, it would make me grumpy, but now I’m pissed.»
«Well, what can I say, I wanted to be able to boast that I killed an angry Slayer? The voice was sinister, yet it only gains amusement from you. ‘A slayer?’
«If I had a dollar for every bloodsucker who thought they had their chance with me. Well, I wouldn’t be sleeping in shit motels now would I? » Steve was blindsided when he felt the rush of adrenaline coursing in your body. The fight was brutal, the blows were strong and precise. You were only toying with your prey though, taking the abomination as your personal punching ball. Steve was impressed with you, and he would even admit he didn’t know if he could take you out on a fight.
You were the true definition of a warrior and would have been a great addition to the team. If only he hadn’t chosen Nat over you.
When Steve finally opened up his eyes, he was stricken with grief. You were dead. His soulmate was dead. You looked so young and yet you were already a seasoned fighter. Wait a minute… the man you had killed what was he and why were you chasing him?
So many questions, so many emotions swirled in his mind.
«You gave us quite the scare pal. » Steve’s head whipped to the right, he was way out his game. The look Bucky gave him made him want to bawl his eyes out. It was the same he gave him the day he had to bury his mother. « I’m sorry.» what more could he possibly say? Sorry, you lost your soulmate after you already lost Peggy?
« How long was I out? »
« 3 days, 7 hours, and 3 minutes but who’s counting.» Bucky tried hiding his emotion at seeing his best friend unconscious for so long behind false bravado. But Steve could see right through him, the dark circle under his eyes, his matted hair, and a t-shirt with questionable stains. Steve had no doubts that his best friend had spent the three days in the medbay with him.
« It was so painful. I don’t know how she died, but it was excruciating. » he was doing his best not to cry, afraid to lose control.
Steve let the nurse check his vitals, seemingly lost in his mind, he was soon discharged.
He was thankful the rest of the team had elected not to talk about his now dead soulmate. He talked about you with Fury though. the dreams he had about you, about your life had shown him all the creatures roaming freely around them without knowing any better.
His soulmate had been a goddamn hero, an unsung one. During the month after your death, Steve had been privy to all your feats. Demons, vampires, werewolves, and the one responsible for your demise, a Goddess. Gloria, well she was not actually responsible for your death. You had thrown yourself into the damn portal instead of Buffy the other slayer.
You were clever, even if the Scooby gangs hadn’t seen this but you were. The monks had forged the key with the essence of a slayer. Buffy or you, you had figured it didn’t matter and you were right. You had made the plunge because in your head nobody would miss you. The Dark Slayer was expendable, but Buffy was not.
He had come to resent her on your behalf. You should have been the slayer, but she was still there, and yes you had your faults but he also saw your life as a kid. Leaving your life in fear, an abusive father, an alcoholic mother. You’ve been abused, used, and discarded all your life and he, your soulmate, the one that was designed to love you hadn’t wanted you, didn’t choose you. Steve couldn’t help himself but think he was partly responsible for your suicidal heroical sacrifice.
summary: bucky makes amends and you are no rizzo.
pairing: bucky barnes / f!reader
tags: enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, slow burn, relationship built on lies, general dumbassary, character building chapter
warnings: swearing, illegal shit mentioned (don’t do crime kids)
word count: 2.6k
a/n: lil bit of plot but mostly just bucky and reader interacting. thank you again for the love on this story so far! it’s a lot of fun to write and i’m glad others enjoy it as well.
read chapter one here!
This is how you die.
You’re sure of it because there’s no way you survive this.
Because no one else in their right mind would have followed that note without some version of backup, hell, if you were a rational person, you would have kicked that damn thing in the trash and moved on with your life as if nothing had happened.
Even if Bucky claims to know about your mother, it doesn’t change the fact that this is the stupidest fucking thing you’ve ever agreed to in your life. (Which is saying something.)
Still, you find yourself in Brooklyn, standing in the middle of a nature park with no idea if this was the correct address. Your GPS had run you in circles, and eventually, you decided standing by the fountain was as close as you could possibly get. This morning, you had taken a sick day from work, claiming a stomach bug and promising to take care of yourself before coming back into the office.
Responding to work emails was not on the top of your priorities today. Instead, you spent it once again falling down holes on the internet about Hydra and the limited information available to the public. Which really wasn’t much besides some articles and podcasts done by superhero fans. You fell asleep to a documentary playing; the flashes of The Winter Soldier in a mask was the last thing you remember seeing before passing out.
Something about the man was beyond infuriating. It was more than his inability to give you answers or habit of lurking in shadowy corners. Well, neither of those things helped. He also just walked into every room, glanced in every direction, like he had already decided he didn’t want to be there or know anyone.
You understood why Sam seemed to keep his distance these days. You couldn’t imagine the two being much of a team.
“We have to stop meeting like this.” A familiar voice echoed out from behind you, breaking you from the trail of thoughts as you turned on your heel. Bucky stood casually, a cup of coffee in one gloved hand and the other shoved in his pocket.
His presence should have been more of a surprise, but some part of you had begun to become numb to him showing up unannounced. “Do you wear the same outfit every day?” You asked, tilting your head at the dark clothes that look awfully similar. “You kind of dress like a cartoon character.”
“You don’t really think before you talk, do you?” Bucky shot back, a question that almost made you snort in response to how many times others had asked that exact question in some form or another. “I’m surprised you even showed up.”
“Well, a girl can’t ignore her first ominous note left by a pseudo stalker. What would the town say about me?” The words dripped in sarcasm and overdramatic flair. Just as you had expected, Bucky rolled his eyes at them and you.
Really, you wished you had a better reason for showing up than just sheer curiosity. You half expected Bucky to have stood you up, disappear back into his own existence and for this all to have been some weird blip in time you struggled to understand.
He just stared at you for a beat of time, and your look was nothing but expectant as if he would perform some incredible magic trick. “What’s in your ears?” He asked suddenly, tilting his head to get a better look behind your hair.
For a second, you didn’t even realize what the hell he was talking about, but as the lingering tune of a song rang out, you finally clued in. “Oh, you mean my AirPods?”
“Your what?” Bucky looked utterly lost with the mention of modern technology, and you almost found yourself having a surge of affection for him by the deer in headlights look he gave you. Taking one white pod out of your ear, you handed it out to him and nodded while tapping your ear.
He followed your directions, blinking twice at the sound now playing in his head. “In my day, we listened to the radio.” He shook his head, taking the electronic out of his ear and handing it back to you. (Not before examining it closely, and you thought you almost saw him smile, but it didn’t last.)
“Alright, Grandpa, so why am I here?”
“On the planet?” Bucky replied, giving you a chance to roll your eyes.
“In Brooklyn when I very well could be at home with my cat. I should be eating pasta and watching Netflix, but I’m here with you for you to make amends. So, amends me.” The smile comes back, a little brighter this time, and you exhale at the sight. The fact that Bucky had blue eyes is not something you ever fully realized, always being too caught up in the uncertainty he held or pushed into darkened corners with him, but now the particular shade of blue is all you could focus on.
He seemed to consider that for a second, mulling over the request as if it wasn’t who tracked you down at the start. “You already know who I was,” he mused as if it was just a given expectation these days. “The Winter Soldier, to make a long story short, I helped people I shouldn’t have and lots of people got hurt because of me.”
The way this story was going, the possibility of not wanting to know the answer was getting stronger. Maybe it was better that way sometimes, you wondered.
“Your mom was one of those people.”
It wasn’t much. Hell, it wasn’t even an answer so much as it was the start of more questions, but it was a start. It was more than you had ten seconds ago.
“Do you know who?” You asked, hoping he would understand the meaning behind your words.
“Frederick Solovyov.” This time, there was no hesitation behind what he said.
The answers, such as they were, ended there. Bucky had insisted on getting something to eat and barely acknowledged your presence the entire walk to a small diner on the side of the road.
“You can’t just drop that type of information on me and then never talk about it again.” You grumbled, throwing a french fry at him. Of course, he caught it with no issues midair. The grimace graced your features when he took a bite of the golden-coloured stick.
Through the potato in his mouth, Bucky managed to respond to your demands. “I can, and I will. I apologized; my plate is clear. Amends have been made” Even as he said it, you wondered if he believed it for a second or if it was just another comfortable lie he sat in.
“You never apologized,”
“Close enough, Dove.”
The nickname gave you pause, narrowing your eyes at the nonchalant way he tossed it out into the air, barely blinking as if it had been your nickname since childhood. Note to self, make sure Bucky doesn’t make a habit out of that name.
You knew there was more to the story, something he wasn’t saying for the sake of either himself or you. Either way, it was bullshit.
“I’m not going to stop pestering you until you give me an actual fucking answer about what happened. You do know that, right?”
Bucky looked up at you, a smear of ketchup on his hand that he wiped away with a brown paper napkin. His eyes searched yours, seemingly looking for any doubt in your words, and when he found none, he simply shrugged.
“It’s your funeral.”
His words were laced with warning, a not-so-gentle reminder of what his life entailed more often than not. Following him around could lead to nothing bright; you knew that, but you also knew it wasn’t an option to turn around anymore.
“Sam says you need to answer your text messages,” you remembered, causing Bucky to give you an incredulous look. “I went to find him when you first started stalking-”
“For the last time, I wasn’t stalking.”
“-me and he noted that you don’t respond to anything he sends.” Frankly, you couldn’t imagine why Sam would even want to get in contact with Bucky, but you suppose they were bonded in some strange way. “Do you even know how to send a text message?”
That familiar tired expression graced his features; it was a wonder he didn’t have permanent frown lines.
“Of course, I know how to text. I just don’t like it. Buttons are small; never really know what people are saying with the slang.” Bucky pulled out a small black brick of a cellphone and threw it on the table unceremoniously as he spoke. You hadn’t seen a phone like this in too many years to count.
Without the need to ask permission, or direct defiance regardless, you snatched the cellphone up from off the table with the need to ask permission or direct defiance of the privacy he had yet to grant you.
Either way, he had a small list of contacts and an even smaller list of those he bothered to get in touch with.
You wondered if Bucky had any real friends. Not co-workers or dead one’s from his life before all this, but actual friends. Did he have a job? Did he even date in the modern century? You could barely picture him as someone who slept and ate; all of that seemed too far-fetched.
Surely, he had something, someone to pass the time with.
Before handing the phone back to his scowling face, you made sure to add your name and number to the shortlist. You weren’t sure why and doubted he would ever call you.
“Why did you come back to Brooklyn?” You questioned, taking a sip of the dark brown syrupy sweet soda set out before you. “After everything was over, the blip, why come back?”
Bucky couldn’t deny the way Brooklyn had a dark edge around it now, like a painting with too much shading. He knew that would never entirely go away; he would always be living with the ghosts of his past.
Maybe he needed that, needed to be haunted to remember what he used to be.
Maybe he just couldn’t find a home in anything else, and people tend to revert back to the last place they felt safe. Or at least, that’s some of the bullshit his shrink told him.
“Didn’t have anywhere else to go.”
Silence fell back over the table after that. Neither of you making any attempts to fill it, not even when the waitress handed out the bill and Bucky placed a twenty on the table before you could refuse.
He never called you or made any attempt to reach out since the evening in Brooklyn. The articles had started to run thin on any subject regarding Solovyov or Hydra. Once again, you found yourself at a dead end.
As it turns out, tracking down Bucky Barnes was much harder to accomplish as compared to him finding you. You’re pretty sure not even James Bond, super-spy and all, could not find any trace of him in all of New York.
The worst part of you wanted to throw in the towel about the entire situation. You had lived this long without answers; what was the rest of your life? Bucky gave you more than you ever thought you would get after she disappeared five years ago.
Your shrink would say that was okay; grief was never linear, and wanting to walk away was a natural response.
To you, it just made you feel like the worst daughter on earth.
Because the blip brought back everyone, everyone but her. Some cruel joke played by the universe, an oversight made by the snap of fingers. It was so much fucking easier to take all of it at face value.
Then Bucky came in and ruined your quiet acceptance.
You stop watching your phone after the fifth day and allow the ringer to go back to vibrate overnight. If this was his version of amends, then you wondered if Bucky knew what an apology even sounded like.
Lelia teases you for leaving the bar with a boy, asking for the nitty-gritty details, and you respond by flickering her on the forehead, to which she yells in protest, “hey! I’m supportive. He was hot, from what we could see, in the rebel without a cause type of way.”
“Well, you won’t be seeing him again.” There’s both relief and something resembling regret in those words.
Leaving work, you just barely hear the sound of your cellphone vibrating in the front pocket of your jacket. There’s a two-second debate if you want to answer it, but the guilt wins out, and you reach for the sleek design.
Unknown number: What the hell are you wearing?
Well, that’s horrifying.
Or at least it would be, if you didn’t know exactly you sent it as you roll your eyes and type back quickly, where the hell are you?
Your eyes dart around the downtown area, scanning for any signs of him and come up short in the crowd of faces. If you were Bucky Barnes, where would you be standing right now?
“Looking for someone?” He speaks up from not even one foot behind you, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin and swing the water bottle in some lame attempt at self-defence. Bucky blocks it immediately with his forearm, not even blinking at your state. He does, however, make a small comment about having to work on that.
“Christ! What the hell is wrong with you?”
“That’s a long list, depending on who you ask, Dove.”
It’s almost enough to get a laugh out of you, but you hold back, refusing to give him the satisfaction out of principle. “My name is not Dove, don’t pet-name me.”
As expected, Bucky ignores you completely.
“Seriously, what the hell are you wearing?” He asks again, gesturing to the light pink leather jacket around you. It had been a Christmas present from your father, a small inside joke you shared, and you wore it as often as weather would allow.
“It’s like the pink ladies,” you reply, being met with a blank look in response to the infamous group. “You know, tell me about it, stud?” Bucky simply shrugs at your words.
“Wait, have you never seen Grease?”
“Oh my God, Buck, I have so much to teach you.” Walking past the storefronts and businesses you always do, not looking back to him.
He blanches, shaking his head at the nickname before trailing after you, small brown book in hand as he scribbles down something. “Don’t call me Buck.”
“Don’t call me Dove.”
Down the subway stairs, you both follow the dirty underground pathways, swiping the cards as you reach the platform you take every night to get home.
You almost ask him, you almost tell him you’ve got the DVD at home and plenty of popcorn, but Bucky’s taking a step back already, and you feel all the urge escape you in the same second it appeared.
“I’ll be in touch,” he promises, nodding solemnly as the train approaches and the noise around you picks up. The belief in him is wavering, but as you step onto the train and the doors close behind you, you can’t help but furrow your eyebrows at the feeling of your phone buzzing in your hand once again. From the same unknown number, a new message lights up your screen.
Still getting the hang of this texting thing. It’s Bucky, by the way.
Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader (Enemies to Lovers, Soulmate AU)
Warnings: None, Sexual tension maybe.
Summary: They say your soulmate is supposed to be the one person you love unconditionally. So why did they make yours so insufferable?
a.n: sleepily edited. we’re entering the main crux of this story. Reply/inbox/message to be tagged. much love, Cia.
Chapter 5: Looks after his own
Bucky’s words had been the pea in your mattress because you tossed and turned all night.
For all these years you thought your hate for each other was neutral, that the two of you were disgruntled adults made to work together. But now that you thought about it, really thought about it, that wasn’t the case at all. It seemed that now that you thought about all your interactions it was you hating Bucky, never the other way around.
After a fitful night of sleep, you decide to head straight for the gym and see if you could work out some of the energy. When you walk in, it seems he had the same idea because Bucky is there running laps on the treadmill. He slows down when you start to approach him. He looks down at you and smiles as his run starts to become a walk before a standstill.
“Good morning, Doll.” He says. “Sleep well?”
You shrug, not really wanting to give him an answer. “Do you want to spar? I need to get the energy out.”
He lifts an eyebrow at you. “You sure, Doll?” You nod, before walking to the open space in the floor, designated for sparring like this. You look in your peripheral to see the man is in fact following you.
“Are you absolutely sure, Doll?” Bucky asks standing in front of you. “You’ve never ask me to Spar with you.”
“Well, Nat’s still asleep and I need to so, yea.” You shrug. “Don’t hold back either.”
“What are you? Nuts? I’d kill you.” Bucky says with a concerned look. Which you leveled with an annoyed look of your own.
“I can handle myself.” You say, throwing a punch. Which he easily blocks with his hand, twisting your arm towards him in the process. He looks you in eyes to see if you were actually sure you wanted to do this. You managed to get your arm free and sweep a leg under his, making him fall on his back. He looked up at you in what seemed like shock. You extended your hand to help him back up. He grasps it and when you pull to help him up, he tugs you right back down. The two of you roll for a while, fighting for dominance when you suddenly miscalculate and find yourself pinned under Bucky, his legs around one of yours. His flesh arm holding himself off while the vibranium one keeps you at bay under him. He holds you right at the base of your neck, not choking you just holding you enough to make it known that he had control of the situation. For some reason, you didn’t feel fury behind this. It didn’t make you angry that you lost like it typically does. You wanted to be under him, something in you even liked it and you didn’t know why. When you looked up into Bucky’s eyes, his pupils were blown wide and he was panting heavily above you through parted lips. He didn’t look angry either, nor did he have the smug smirk he typically had with you. The look on his face was something entirely different. Something you almost didn’t recognize because it had been so long since you’d been looked at like that.
Suddenly you realize why you liked it.
You wanted Bucky. Bad.
You continue to look him in the eyes. You feel his gaze drift down to your lips and back into your eyes with a searching expression. Your eyes widen when you feel him start to lean into you. Before he can even think of it, you knock his arm that was holding himself over, using the shift in his center of gravity to flip him over on his back. You scramble to your feet in that moment and Bucky looks up at you with a bewildered expression.
“I have to go.” You say, before speeding out of the gym. Leaving Bucky confused on the ground.
After pacing in your room for an hour over what just happened, you decided that your thoughts weren’t getting any clearer sitting in the compound so you laced up your shoes and went for a run. You didn’t understand what was happening. You hated Bucky or you thought you did at least. You were having trouble pinpointing the last time you found his actions irritating and not charming or adorable and you were coming up short. Not to mention, your body's immediate reaction to being under him. You weren’t a submissive person in any sense of the word. People knew this about you. Hell, even your past hookups knew you had a tendency of taking control to insure your own pleasure in bed. Yet with Bucky it was different for some reason. You swallowed the groan that threatened to escape your throat as you thought about the way his vibranium arm was holding your neck, the way his body pinned you down. Something in you wanted to experience it again, but you wouldn’t. You couldn’t be with Bucky, the two of you would never work.
So you pushed yourself to run faster.
You heard steps jogging behind you. Your body automatically pushed yourself to the right side of the path knowing it was probably Steve and Sam on their morning runs. Sure enough, the two men jogged past you with ‘bye Y/N!’ being tossed your way. You held your hand up in a small wave knowing that they probably wouldn’t see it as they were long gone. You kept jogging as you heard more feet catching up to you. You ignored it as you thought it was someone else or Steve and Sam circling back but when the feet started to match speed with you you looked over to see Bucky jogging next to you. You rolled your eyes.
“Why aren’t you with the others?” You say.
“I figured you could use the company.”
“Well, I don’t.” You say. “And I’m sure you’d get more of a workout running with Steve than with me so I think you should go see if you can catch up.”
Bucky pretends to contemplate it for a second. “Hmm no, I think I’ll stick with you.”
“Whatever.” you mumble, before falling silent to continue your run.
Bucky, much to your surprise manages to stay quiet for over 5 minutes before he speaks up. “So, are we going to talk about this morning?”
“Nothing happened this morning.”
“I think something happened.”
“Nothing happened.” You reiterate.
“Well, something could’ve happened if you hadn’t dropped me on my ass and ran out the room.”
You immediately stop on the path and level him with a dirty look. “Nothing happened. And nothing’s ever going to happen.”
Bucky studies your expression for a moment. “No.”
“No? What do you mean, no?”
“I mean, I’m tired of you fighting this every chance you get. I saw how you looked at me this morning. Just like how I saw how you looked at me last night and how you looked at me in the gala.” Bucky said, moving closer into your space. “You want this, you want me. Just stop fighting me, please.” The look he gave you was almost pleading.
“I don’t know what you want from me, Bucky.” You say, avoiding the deep eye contact the man was giving you.
“Let me take you on a date.”
“What?” You exclaim.
“Aw, come on, Y/N!” He says, almost laughing at your immediate confusion. “Just one, I’ll even let you pick the venue, what we do, anything. Just one and if it doesn’t work out and what I’m feeling is just in my head, we’ll drop the whole thing.”
You start to back away. “I-uh I’ll have to think about it.” You say, starting to turn around and jog back to the compound. Thankfully, Bucky doesn’t follow you.
You couldn’t remember the nightmare but you woke up startled. You turned and squinted at your alarm which read 3:49AM. You groaned audibly, knowing that you won’t be able to fall asleep again. Wiping the sleep from your eyes, you made your way to the kitchen. Upon entering you noticed the figure in the corner you’d seen all those weeks ago only now he was helping himself to your ice cream.
“Bucky?” You asked just in case. You didn’t think the Winter Soldier had a preference for Rocky Road anyway.
“Yea?” He answers around his spoonful.
“Enjoying yourself with my ice cream?” You ask, eyebrow raised.
Bucky rolls his eyes at you. “Don’t worry, Princess. I saved you some and I’ll buy you a new carton in the morning. Deal?”
You shrug, taking the seat next to him. “Another nightmare?” You ask.
The man nods. “You too?” You nod back. “You wanna talk about it?”
You shake your head. “Can’t even remember it enough to talk about it.” You shrug. “You wanna talk?”
“Not really.” He says.
So you don’t talk. Just sit in amicable silence. That is until you reach for Bucky’s spoon to steal some of his ice cream and he pulls the bowl back.
“Nice try.” He says. “Go get your own ice cream.”
“What? Come on, I shared mine with you last time!” You say, pouting.
“Yea, and you're nicer than me. Get your own bowl.”
“What kind of asshole can’t even share an ice cream with his soulmate?” You grumble as you stand up to head to the cabinet that held the bowls.
“The kind whose soulmate doesn’t even want a soulmate.” He snarks back at you.
That makes you roll your eyes as you open the cabinet. You audibly groan and stomp your foot like a child when you see your favorite bowl on the top shelf.
“We’ve got to stop letting Steve unload the dishwasher. He thinks everyone in the house is 6’1.” You groan, as you try to stretch your body to reach the forsaken bowl. You hear Bucky snicker behind you before you decide to just give up and climb up onto the counter.
Bucky is suddenly up and stopping you, pulling you down from the counter by your waist. “I’ll get it. I don’t want you to brain yourself by falling off the counter.” He says, reaching his arm up to get the bowl. His chest presses against your back in an almost delicious way as he traps you between him and the counter. You try to fight the whimper that threatened to escape your throat. You really did but the way his hips pressed into yours as he set the bowl down made you hum. That catches Bucky off guard, arms moving to either side of you, braced on the counter. You turn in his arms, back now pressed against the counter, looking up into his eyes. The blue of them almost completely dissolved by the black lust that creeped in. He looked down at you with an almost predatory look, like he wanted to devour you right there if you gave him the chance.
“Y/N…” He says, lowly between the two of you. “What do you want?”
“You know what I want.” You say, countering him.
“I need you to say it, Doll.” He says. And for the first time you find yourself completely at mercy to him. You wanted nothing more than for him to pull you in and devour you in the fluorescent light of the kitchen and something about the way he was looking back down at you was telling you that he wanted you the exact same way.
So you said it.
“I want you.” You confessed and you can almost feel the groan that escapes Bucky in that moment. His hands drift to squeeze your hips, holding you for a second before ultimately letting go and taking a step back. You can’t help the wave of embarrassment and rejection that came over you. You put yourself out there only for Bucky to put you right back. Bucky must notice the tonal shift in your body language because he steps back into your face and tilts your chin up towards him when you try to look away.
“Make no mistake, Doll. I want you.” He says. “You have no idea how bad. But not like this.”
“What do you mean, not like this? What’s wrong with this?” You say. “Not everything has to be special.”
“With you, it does.” Bucky says, and it stops you in your tracks. “You are different because you don’t think you are worth it and you are so wrong about that. So I am going to let you decide when and where you want me and I am going to court you the right way because it’s what you deserve.” He plants a small kiss to your forehead before stepping back. “Goodnight, Y/N.” He says, turning to leave out the kitchen.
“Buck, wait!” You call. Bucky turns and raises an eyebrow at you. “They’re showing Casablanca at the Renaldo this week. It was my favorite movie as a kid.”
“Okay…?” He questions. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen it, the war was still going.”
“Yea, uh… I was going to see it by myself Friday night but if you would like to…” You said, flush creeping up to your cheeks. You couldn’t believe he was making you do this, you hated asking people out.
“You want me to see Casablanca with you?” He asks with an almost devilish smirk on his face.
“Yes, if you’re not busy, of course.”
“Never busy enough for you, Doll.” He smiles. “It’s a date.” He says before walking out the kitchen.
You find yourself mumbling the last 3 words he said over and over, ice cream long forgotten.