#bucky barns imagine
Selkie Chapter 11
She let out a quiet, high pitched whine at that, throwing her head back as he released her lip and turned his attention to the expanse of her neck. He closed his lips around her pulse, feeling it beat beneath his tongue, continuing to nip her skin on the way down. Not hard enough to bruise but enough to make her moan.
One of his hands had crept between their bodies as he covered her neck in wet kisses. His large fingers moved at a frustratingly slow pace, up her stomach until he stopped at the curve of her breast. At the same time, his mouth had reached the buttons of her shirt. He stayed like that for a moment, tonguing her collarbone, before he lifted his head to look her in the eyes. She looked feral , her lips parted and swollen before she leaned her head down to catch his mouth in hers again.
cold sunday morning - b.b
summary: another beautiful sunday morning with bucky
pairing: bucky barnes x librarian!female!reader
warning: shy!reader, unprotected sex, bucky finishes inside reader, smut
(18+ minors DNI)
an: last part of my bucky series yay! thank you for all the love you guys have given this series! also first time writing smut in a long time and my first time writing it for marvel characters so bare with me!!! enjoy!!! :) (also still on vacation so didnt have a ton of time to edit)
part one | part two | part three
“C’mon, doll, you have to get up.”
It’s been about a month since Bucky asked you to be his girlfriend, which obviously you said yes. Not much has changed between the two of you. He still came and saw you everyday at the library. Saturday nights he stayed at your place, so he was there to help you on Sunday’s.
You pulled the comforter over your head, as though it would protect you from anymore of Bucky’s attempts to wake you up. Getting up early had never been an issue for you, but the nights you shared a bed with him, that completely changed. For two reasons. One, the two of you tended to stay up later than when you two were separated. Two, his presence was so warm and inviting, making you never want to leave.
“We have to leave in forty-five minutes.” You heard his voice in between sleep, his metal hand creeping under the duvet and placed on your exposed leg. The cool metal against your warm skin caught you off guard, a tired gasp passing your lips. He pulled the comforter from your grip, quite easily, and you whined at the brightness in the room.
Finally, you forced your eyes open, immediately met with Bucky’s bright blue ones. He was kneeling down by your side of the bed, head propped up on his chin, only a couple inches from your face. You could feel his cool thumb rubbing against your leg. “Hi.” He said, a smile on his face. It was hard for you to resist smiling back at him, but you tried your best. “I can see you smiling.” He insisted.
“No I’m not.” Trying to stifle any laughter, you buried your head into your pillow. “I will forcibly pick you up out of this bed.” You heard him threaten, and stand up from his kneeling position. “Fine.” You huffed, sitting up in your bed. Stretching your arms over your head and your legs out in front of you. “I’m stealing some of your cereal.” He said, exiting your room and walking towards the kitchen.
You weren’t far behind him, navigating through your apartment by memory, trying to rub the sleep from your eyes. There was the sound of bowls clinking together, and rummaging through cabinets. The kitchen was brighter than your bedroom, making you grunt at the sudden light change.
Finally after some adjusting, your eyes started to function normally. Bucky was standing in the middle of your kitchen, eating his breakfast at the island. “I poured you some cereal, but I don’t know how much milk you like.” He explained, using his milk-covered spoon to point towards your bowl. After filling up the bowl, you brought it towards the island to stand with Bucky.
“How long have you been awake?” You asked him, before bringing a spoonful up to your mouth. “I woke up at like six.” Bucky always woke up super early, no matter what time he went to bed. That man could function off four hours of sleep with no problem. “Did you go on a run?” He nodded. That was also something he did every morning, when weather permitted.
The two of you enjoyed your breakfast together, before getting dressed so you could head to the library. “Oh my gosh, you own a pair of blue jeans.” You said jokingly, acting shocked. Bucky rolled his eyes at you, buttoning up his pants. Ever since you met him, he had only worn black pants. He was pairing, well obviously blue jeans, but also, a navy blue long-sleeve undershirt with a grey shirt sleeve over top.
It was colder in New York now, so Bucky ditched his bike and settled for an enclosed vehicle for the next couple months. You did most of the driving when you two were together though, which you didn’t mind. On cold days like today, Bucky always went out and started your car for you, so it was warmed up by the time you were ready to leave. Which you appreciated so much.
“It’s freezing.” Your teeth chattered walking into the library. The building was so old it barely held any heat in it, but you chucked up the thermostat anyway. Even Bucky pulled on his leather jacket. “Is there any insulation left in this place?” He asked sarcastically, wrapping his arms around himself. “Well, this place is older than you, so I’m sure it’s all disintegrated in the walls by now.”
It took awhile for the heat to kick in, but as said earlier, it didn’t warm up as much as you wanted it to. Bucky and you put books away, him reaching the shelves you could not. You had gotten so cold that you searched for the blanket you kept under your desk, and wrapped it around yourself.
“I can’t feel my fingers.” You laughed, placing your cold fingers against Bucky’s face. He jerked away from you, making you laugh. “C’mere.” Was all he said, his metal hand grabbing yours, which was a lot colder than yours. You had an idea as to where he was taking you. There was a little couch closer to the back of the library. It was somewhere that if you didn’t know where you were going, you would get lost in all the shelves.
You soon proved yourself right as you caught sight of the old dark green couch. He released your hand, and took a seat in the middle of the couch. “Sit on my lap, I’ll warm you up.” He explained, putting his hands out like he was asking for a hug. You shot your eyebrow up at him. He rolled his eyes, “Fine.”
His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him, so the front of your calves touched the couch. You stared at him, and he beckoned you to sit one last time. Giving in, you put each knee on the outside of his hips, so that your chests were together. You wrapped your hands around his abdomen, and you felt the blanket be pulled tighter against your back.
Between Buck and the blanket, you began to warm up, regaining some of the feeling back in your fingers. Letting out a content sigh, you rested your head into the crook of his neck. He kept his metal hand off to the side, not wanting to accidently shock you with its cold nature. His right hand, rubbed up and down your back. Basically lulling you to sleep.
“We can’t nap.” Removing your head from between his shoulder and neck, and looking at him. His eyes were closed and head tipped back against the sofa. “We’re not, we’re resting our eyes.” He insisted, not moving. “Well, I’m gonna go back to cleaning.” You tried to get up, but his hands flew to your waist, his head still not moving. “No.” Was all he said.
His grip was tight, and you were no match for his strength, maybe with his right hand, but definitely not his left hand. But you had the upper hand in one sense. Something the super soldier didn’t want anyone to know was that he was actually quite ticklish. You found this out in quite a funny way.
The two of you were watching a movie on your couch. His head was resting on your chest, and you were scratching his back. Without thinking, you ran your fingers down his sides, and he flipped out. You completely forgot about the movie and spent the next twenty minutes trying to tickle him, but it was to no avail. Once he was fed up with your attempts, he used his vibranium hand to lock your hands above your head, and they weren’t budging. After that things escalated quite quickly, and ever since then he’s used that hand on you quite a bit.
And you thought it would be a good idea to try and crack the tough facade Bucky had once again, knowing one of his weaknesses. To evade any suspicion, you placed your head back onto his chest. You slowly unwrapped your arms from around his abdomen, making his grip tighten on your waist. “I’m not going anywhere, chill out.”
Your hands slowly grabbed the bottom of his shirt, slipping your hands underneath his undershirt. “What’re you doing?” He asked, not moving. “My hands are cold, I need skin to skin contact.” He sucked in a quick breath, as your hands made contact with the warm skin of his chest. You waited a couple minutes, before slowly moving your hands outward. “Hey.” He warned, head tipping forward to look down at you.
You dodged his eye contact, still moving your hands. Right as you reached his side, he moved fast. His hands removed their tight grip from your waist, quickly to your wrist, through his shirt. You could hear the whirring of the mechanics in his arm due to his fast movement. “Do you remember what happened last time you did that?”
His lips were right next to your ear, breath warm against your cheek. His voice was low, like a growl. Your cold body, quickly warmed up at his words. A sudden ache grew between your thighs, warmth growing in your lower abdomen. You were never one for dirty talk, it made you feel uncomfortable most of the time. But something clicked at that moment.
“No, I think I need a reminder.” You still couldn’t meet his eyes when saying it, but you felt him tense up. His metal index pressed under your chin, making you meet his gaze. His eyes were a darker blue than normal, his stare was intimidating, so you tried to look away. But he wouldn’t let you. He gripped your chin tighter, now between his thumb and index finger.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, doll.” He chuckled, his lips were unbelievably soft. You could still taste the coffee he drank this morning. The kisses were light, but needy. His grip on your right wrist loosened, enough for you to tangle your fingers in his hair. Bucky’s hand left your chin, and played with the bottom of your shirt.
His hands trailed up your abdomen, towards your chest and you nipped his bottom lip between your teeth. Making a small groan pass his lips. You expect his hands to stop at your breast, but instead his index fingers locked around each of your bra straps, slowly pulling them down your shoulders. They fell to your elbows, his hand sneaking towards you back and unsnapped the clasps of your bra, letting it fall into his lap.
His fingers trailed back towards your breast, his thumbs circling your nipples. Subconsciously, you moaned, feeling more arousal seep into your panties. Using the hand tangled in his hair, you pulled his head back, exposing all of his neck to you. Your nose traced down the side of his throat, lips skimming over the sensitive skin, but not giving in with kisses.
He kneaded your breast with his palms and fingers, paying extra attention to your nipples, knowing it made you much more reactive. You desperately ground your hips against the rough fabric of his jeans. You heard him chuckle, but it went in one ear and out the other. It wasn’t until he spoke that you were pulled out of your trance, “Stand up.”
You didn’t protest, although your legs were shaking with anticipation, you stood in front of him. Using his shoulders to stabilize yourself. He tossed your bra from his lap, and scooted so that he was sitting on the edge of the couch. His hands ran up and down the side of your legs for a while, before they slowly stretched over your ass. The tightness of his grip, shocked you, your hands tightening their grip on his shoulders. He laughed at your gasp.
“I hate you.” You muttered, squeezing his shoulders. Without a word, he gripped the waistband of your leggings, and panties, pulling them down to your ankles. With a mixture between a grunt and a gasp, he pulled you back onto his lap. “Don’t say that, doll.” He had a pout on his face, but he was definitely poking fun. “You’re an ass.” You smirked, pulling his lips against yours.
His metal hand gripped your hip, keeping you on your knees and hovering over his lap. His flesh hand dipped between your legs, his thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing in small, circular motions. Your moan broke the kiss, only becoming more and more frequent as he quickened his pace. A tightening feeling grew in the stomach. As an instinct, you buried your face in the crook on his neck.
He stopped his movements, you whined at the fleeting feeling between your legs. “I wanna see your face, baby.” His voice was smooth and deeper than normal. Retracting slowly from his neck, you were soon back face to face. “There you are.” He muttered, his metal hand coming up to grab the side of your face. His thumb rested against your bottom lip. Placing the cool metal
between your teeth, the tip of your tongue circled the thumb pad, following the grooves of the metal.
A mixture of a growl and a groan fell past his lips, making a sense of confidence swell. His right hand started up again, making your knees buckle for a moment. His index finger pressing between your folds, accumulating the falling arousal. His slick finger pushes inside you slowly, causing you to suck in a quick breath. He gives you a couple seconds to adjust before, ever so slowly, pumping it in and out.
“Holy shit.” You mutter, pressing your forehead against his. A whine passed your lips, making him quicken his pace. His thumb works over time, the circular motions becoming more sloppy. One of your hands falls to his blue jeans, thumb and index finger fiddling with the button. “Not yet.” Was all he said, a huff of irritation passing your lips.
You felt the tightening appear back in your stomach, “Buck, I-“ That was all you could muster, but he understood. Tightly you clenched around his finger, ragged breaths passing your lips. Your eyes screwed shut, and your head tipped back. Bucky took the opportunity to kiss along your throat, adding to the wave of pleasure. Your chest rose and fell at a rapid rate, as you came down from the rush. His finger soon left, making you feel empty.
His finger glistened as he brought it up to his lips, pushing it past them, licking it clean. The sight made your jaw drop, he hummed, content. “You’re a sicko.” You laughed, although it turned you on immensely. “I could do that forever.” He muttered against your lips, before slotting them together. You could taste some of yourself on his tongue, and he knew that.
Now both of your hands worked at the button of his pants, getting it undone, along with the zipper. “Already?” He chuckled. It usually takes you a couple minutes to recover and then starting round two, but not today. You pulled both of your knees to one side, making it easier for him to pull down his pants. When he did, his dick sprang free. He pulled you back over his waist, and you lined him up with your entrance.
As he went to guide your hips again you stopped him, he looked up at you, worried. “I wanna do it.” You caught him off guard, but he looked pleased, nonetheless. “You’re in control, doll.” He smiled, tipping his head back against the couch again. Grabbing his shoulders to steady yourself, sinking slowly onto his dick. The noises that left Bucky’s mouth made you feel accomplished already. His thumbs dug deeper into your hip bones, knowing it would leave a mark.
“Fuck, doll.” Tipping his head back towards you, meeting your gaze. You came back up on your knees, so that the tip was the only thing still inside you. Teasing him, slowly sinking back down. A strangled moan came up his throat, egging you on. You were able to do this a couple more times, before his grip on your hips stopped you.
“You’ve lost privileges.” He announced, forcing you back down his entire length. This knocked the breath out of you for a moment. Using the leverage of your hips, he guided you up and down his dick, that tension building in your stomach again. “Bucky…” You moaned, dragging out the ‘y’ in his name. His thrust got more sloppy and he wasn’t able to keep his rhythm as well, he was close.
You helped him keep pace as he was building up his orgasm. “(Y/F/N), holy shit, you’re so tight.” His metal hand left your hip, when he noticed your help, and began to draw those tight circles on your clit again. Between his dick and fingers, you were done for. The bundle in your stomach burst, and you clenched around him. Even wrapped up in your own high, you felt his hips stop. He emptied himself inside you.
The two of you sat there for a couple moments, catching your breaths. Each part of your body felt heavy, and you were unwilling to move, Bucky still inside you. “I could go for a nap now.” You mumbled, putting your head on his chest. He laughed, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. “Me too.” He wrapped his arms around you.
“At least we’re not cold anymore.”
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Icy Winds - Part 5
A/N - Angst, but make it comedial 😃. Also, surprise surprise Slutz 💞💞.
|| WARNINGS || Language, Explicit themes, Sexual themes, Unprotected sex, Threesome (M x M x F), Oral (both M and F receiving), fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, insane sensitivity, Professor Kink, Double penetration (in vagina only), Hair-pulling Kink, praise kink, sub and dom complex (reader switches often), spitting kink, choking kink, Rough sex, BDSM (very light), Angst Galore, pet names, Age gap (reader in her early 20s, Steve and Bucky in their late 30s),
|| PAIRINGS || Dark!Professor!Steve x Dark!Professor!Bucky x Dark!Student!Reader
1.2k Words (This one's a little shorter. It's a workup chapter to part six)
"It's strange. Usually, in a coma, patients can't react much. Although it's uncommon, sometimes they can hear and feel everything, but they can't talk or be responsive at all." "So what does that mean, Doc?" "It means that unlike Steven and James, Y/N isn't in a coma."
You snorted, "James. Hah. That's funny. That's like those names that those boomer fuckboys have." The dark-skinned man in your room's eyes went wide. "Watch your mouth, Sweetheart. Here, sleep for a while." You frowned, "I don't even know you, who are you?" The man blinked, "Sam, I'm Samuel Wilson, your best friend..."
You sighed, looking the man that was apparently Sam, up and down, "I think I'd remember having a bestfriend this hot." Sam turned towards the doctor, "I don't know how to take that." You smirked as the two men moved aside to talk a little more privately, "A compliment, babe."
Sam watched as you reclined back in your bed and brought your fingers up to dance delicately on your bandages before wincing and pulling away. "Memory loss, Doc?" The doctor sighed, "Yes. She's suffered quite the blow to her head in the accident and then she tried to cauterize herself. It should come of no surprise that she suffers brain trauma, which inadvertently affects her memory as well."
Sam sighed as he tapped his fingers on the table standing next to him. "Well, what does she remember?" "I'm afraid other than any academic details, she remembers nothing." Sam paused, pursing his lips, "That means she remembers nothing of her personal life?" "That's right." The doctor left Sam and you to have some privacy as you watched Sam lean onto the table and take heaving breaths. Was he crying?
"Hey, don't be sad I don't remember you. The doctor said I could be suffering from memory loss. But if you say your my best friend, then I believe you." Sam turned around, eyes red and wet and you gave him your bravest smile, despite the fact that you were both in physical and emotional turmoil and pain yourself. "Thank you, Sweetheart. Now, sleep. Seriously." You nodded as you sunk into the semi-soft gurney and let your eyes close.
"Hey guys. The doc said you could hear me so I thought I'd put your minds to ease and make sure you know that Y/N's alright. She's resting." Sam looked over at the heart monitors to see the previously scattered heart rate relax a little. So they could hear him. "Y/N... well she suffers from memory loss. Guess you guys could get that restart you always wanted with her, huh?" Sam joked as he sat down on the bed beside Steve.
Bucky was on the gurney a few feet away from his husband. Both of them looked utterly fucked up and so did Y/N. Baggy eyes, black and blue marks all over their bodies, bloody gashes adorning their faces. Sam was enraged, he couldn't think straight. All he knew was that he had to kill off the rivaling gang that had killed both Wanda and Pietro, and had almost killed Steve, Bucky and Y/N.
So Sam brought in the most dangerous and reckless person he could think of, because that's what Sam needed to be right now, dangerous and reckless. If he was in his senses, he might have thought of the complications and risk, but he didn't. He called the one man who would fix this, the one man who had ran away so many years ago.
You slapped Sam's arm, your face portraying such raw shock that Sam had trouble stiffling his laugh. "Shut up! You're telling me the Earth isn't flat!" Sam rolled his eyes, "I thought the doctor said all academic memories will still be intact. Guess you have a loose nut up there." You chuckled as you leaned back and relaxed in the bed. "Man, I'm glad I have a bestfriend like you, even if I don't remember you."
Sam frowned slightly, he wasn't a good friend, at all. Nevertheless he was glad he got a second chance with you. Suddenly you sat straight up in bed like an excited chihuahua. "Do I have... a boyfriend?" Sam grimaced. How could he explain your situation. Like, no Y/N, you don't have a boyfriend, you have two psychopaths who kidnapped you and force you to fuck them...
Luckily, Sam was saved by having to answer that question as someone knocked the door. "C'mon in." You shouted.
A man with a sharp black suit, black sunglasses resting in the front pocket, long dress shoes and salt and pepper hair walked in. He made his way to your bedside as he smiled down at you. "Hey baby. I'm back." You furrowed your brows, "I'm sorry... who are you?" The man looked over at Sam with an incredulous expression.
"I did mention that she lost her memory, right?" Sam asked and the man shrugged, "Yeah, because this is the face of a person in the know." Sam sighed, "Maybe don't drop this bomb on her just yet." You narrowed your eyes at the man as you assessed his dark brown eyes, they unnerved you, they made you feel... angry yet secured.
"I'm not going to lie to my daughter." You gasped in shock, "Dad?" The man smiled over at you, "It's me baby. Daddy's back."
Sam chewed on his lip nervously as he paced Steve and Bucky's room. A million questions flood his head.
How will Sam tell them about Y/N's dad being back when they wake up? Will they wake up? How will they react when they find out who Y/N's dad is? Will they kill Sam for hiding this from them? Was all this really worth it?
"I can hear your brain noise from here. What's up?" Sam looked over at the owner of the scratchy and dry voice. "Steve... you're up?" "You don't sound so happy, Wilson." Sam chuckled, "I'm ecstatic." Steve sighed, "I feel like there a but coming." "I have to tell you something." "What did you do now, Wilson?"
"N-nothing. I might have... called... Y/N's dad..." Steve shrugged, "So? Why are you so scared to tell me that?" Sam took a deep breath as he turned to Steve, his whole body trembled and shook. He knew he had fucked up, real bad, he remembered 5 years ago...
"Tell them I died. Fake my death somehow." "But, what about Y/N?" Sam's closest friend and Y/N's dad looked over at the young woman practicing throwing knives at the dartboard. "She'll be okay." "You've got a lot of loose ends here." "Then tie em up." "You know I've never been good at this shit." The man grabbed Sam's shoulders. His eyes were crazed.
"They're all after me, Sam. They're all after me and if they're after me then they're after Y/N. Do you understand that I'm doing this to keep her safe?" "What about Steve and Bucky? They're going to be crushed if you die." "They'll find a way to survive. Everyone eventually does."
And so Sam helped him fake his death, escape from the country and live his life anew somewhere else. But now he was back and he was the main link between Y/N, Steve and Bucky and that was bad... really, really bad. It could reveal Y/N's past and if that happened, it would be the end of her...
"Jesus, you look like you're about to pass out. What's wrong?" Sam looked into Steve's eyes, "Y/N's father isn't just anyone..." Steve scoffed, "Alright, who is it?" Sam bit his lip as he found his courage to look into Steve's blue eyes. "Y/N's father is Tony."
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Pride Celebration Day 19: Dancing
Sam Wilson x gn!reader x Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 835
Notes/Warnings: Requested by @dyke--grayson thanks so much! I had a lot of fun with this one! No warnings really, just pure fluff. I’m not doing taglists for the pride event but the masterlist is pinned to my profile for anything you may have missed.
It was a sunny afternoon and you were home alone for now. Sam and Bucky were due back later in the evening from their mission, and you decided to spend the day cleaning the house to make it perfect for them. They had been gone for weeks now, and every day you missed them more and more, but today the three of you were finally reuniting. Of course, they called you as much as they could while they were away, but it wasn’t the same as having your boys home with you.
The sun shone brightly through the windows as you put on some music to make cleaning a little more fun. A lively tune played through the speakers and you swayed your hips as you grabbed the duster. You cleaned to the rhythm of the music until there was not a single speck of dust in the whole house, then you grabbed the vacuum and used it as a dance partner as you ran it through the floors.
Next, you moved into the kitchen and did the dishes in the sink before you wiped down the counters. All the time, you sang and danced along to the music that blasted from the living room. The only way it could have been better was if you had Sam and Bucky home with you to join you. Unbeknownst to you, the two men had just walked in the door and called your name.
Sam and Bucky set their bags down and shared a look when you didn’t answer right away. But, the sound of music that echoed through the house quickly told them why you didn’t hear them. They smirked at each other before they moved towards the back of the house where they found you in the kitchen with your back to them.
Both men stood frozen as they were met with the sight of your swaying hips and shimmying shoulders as you remained completely unaware that you were no longer alone. Sam moved first as he quickly made his way to you and put his hands on your hips. You yelped in surprise, but your body relaxed when you spun around and were met with the familiar soft eyes and bright smile that you had missed so much.
“Sam!” you wrapped your arms around him and fell into his embrace. Over his shoulder you saw Bucky, who shared a soft smile with you as he slowly made his way over to the two of you.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Sam whispered into your ear as he held you tightly.
“I missed you so much,” you replied as you broke away from the hug just enough to kiss him before you broke away completely and turned your attention to your other love, “I missed you too,” you addressed Bucky as you gave him a big hug and kiss as well.
“You seemed very heartbroken without us,” Bucky laughed against your skin as he returned your embrace.
“Hey,” you nudged him playfully, “I was getting the house ready for you guys, but I wasn’t expecting you home til later.”
“We wanted to get home to you, baby,” Sam replied.
“And the house looks great, what are you talking about?” Bucky added.
You nervously fiddled with your shirt, “Well, I look a mess too,” you bit your lip as you felt two sets of eyes on you, “I wanted to look all nice for you guys after so long…”
“You look perfect, doll,” Bucky quickly reassured you and Sam agreed. Two two men embraced you on either side and let you nuzzle yourself in between them.
“Hey,” Sam quipped after you all stood in a comfortable quiet for a moment with just the music in the background, “How about a dance?”
You met his gaze and your face lit up with a smile, “That sounds perfect.”
The song playing was a slower one, so the three of you just stayed together while you stayed locked in their arms. It took a few moments to find your rhythm, but once you did the three of you flowed together like you had been doing this your whole lives. In a way, maybe you had because it felt like your life finally started when you met Sam and Bucky. And they absolutely felt the same about you. The three of you were completely together, and none of you would change anything or give up what you had for the world.
The next song was a more upbeat one, and you quickly adjusted to the new rhythm and danced around like you did before. You grabbed both men by the hand and led them around as you danced in the space. Sam burst into laughter, and Bucky joined in right after as they both let you lead them around. Now that they were back, and the three of you danced together without a care in the world, everything felt just right. Like it was just meant to be.
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moments of affection; b.b.
a/n: this is entirely self indulgent because i feel like blah and im in my feels. also want to say here, even though this is not nsfw, it's still 18+
be sure to let me know what you think! reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated :)
summary; three different moments of affection between you and bucky.
bucky barnes x reader
WARNINGS: a little suggestive at the end but still sfw. alpine. cute bucky. established relationship. work drama.
word count: 1.1k
“Oh you won’t believe what went down today,” you announce as soon as you walk through the door and into Bucky’s apartment.
He’s on the couch with Alpine cuddled into his side and he reaches over to pause the show he was watching.
He chuckles at your statement asks, “was it crazier than the other day?”
“WAY crazier, so you remember Hannah right? The new girl that’s working at the front desk? The one that I despise?”
“I remember you told me she always smells like skittles,” Bucky recounts and you nod your head at him.
Hurriedly, you untie your shoelaces and kick off your shoes. You slide your feet underneath yourself as you sit next to Bucky.
“Yes, her! Well she had a fucking meltdown and screamed at my boss during our busiest hour. The cops came and everything.”
“Mmhm, she felt like she wasn’t being treated right because she kept being told to not cut her nails on the desk.” Alpine stretches her paw onto Bucky’s leg and you giggle at her, leaning over him to rub her head.
“Cut her nails on the desk? That’s what it was over.”
Bucky did not think his first conversation with you when he got back from his mission would be about Hannah, the girl you despise, but he is not complaining.
The way your face lights up as you tell him a story is something he always looks forward to.
“Yeah, ridiculous, isn’t it? The cops didn’t really do much, they just stood there and said ‘calm down’ but it did not calm anyone down. Eventually, my boss just said she should pack up and leave.”
Bucky knows you’re still speaking and he is listening, but his mind wanders off into how pretty you look. Your hair is a mess and he wonders when you’ll make a comment about it and try to fix it.
Every time a new thing comes to mind, your eyes light up. He watches as your eyes glance down at Alpine when you take a breath.
“Bucky?” He breaks out of his trance to find you smiling at him.
“Hm?” You scoot over closer to him and lean your head against his shoulder, his arm instinctively wrapping around you.
“Do my rants annoy you?”
“No, I love them. Now, tell me...how did customers react to Hannah’s outburst?”
If there was anything Bucky hates more than his therapy appointments, it’s the doctor. He had been meaning to schedule a check up appointment for some time, but always hesitated.
After a long talk with you and sharing your similar feelings on the doctor visits, he made an appointment.
Now, he sits in the waiting room, his foot tapping and his eyes cast on the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. It doesn’t help that the room is crowded.
No one is looking at him, but he feels like he’s got a spotlight on him. Add onto that the dreary and dull gray walls and the light hum that the lights give off.
You sit in the chair across from him and study his movements. Your gaze does not leave him.
The hope is that he will look up at you but he is determined to keep his stare on the carpet. You feel bad for him.
The nurse told him that you wouldn’t be able to accompany him when he gets called in and that seemed to accelerate his nerves.
A nurse calls his name out and his head shoots up, finally locking eyes with you. He stands and brushes his hands against his pants.
Before he could get past you, you grab his hand. It’s sweaty, like you expected but he still squeezes your hand.
A sigh escapes his mouth when you place a kiss on his knuckles.
You can’t help yourself but kiss his hand a few more times before pulling away.
He’s trying not to smile, but as soon as you do, Bucky can’t suppress the grin on his face. He mouths ‘thank you’ and releases your hand, taking one last glance at you before following the nurse.
The only light illuminating Bucky’s kitchen at this very moment was your laptop on the counter as you type away.
You wish you could join him on the couch, but you need to get work done and sitting next to him would just result with you in his lap.
It isn’t long before you lose your focus watch as Bucky stands up to stretch.
Only a shirt and his boxers cover him but when he stretches his arms up, you can see a little bit of his back. It sends a rush of heat all over your body and as he turns his head, you snap your focus back to your work.
A deep chuckle rings through your ears.
“I can go to another room if I’m too distracting,” Bucky teases as he makes his way into the kitchen. He pours himself some water, a smirk stuck onto his face.
“It’s not my fault that you’re so handsome,” you say and he chuckles again, moving to stand behind you. Bucky leans his hands onto the counter, his lips right by your ear. He kisses beneath your earlobe.
“Bucky…” you trail off as he takes your earlobe into his mouth and sucks lightly on it. It tickles you and you laugh, feeling him begin to smile as well.
"What? I'm just loving my girl," he mumbles, leaning his head down to place kisses on your neck.
His mouth moves leisurely, the obscene noises of his mouth do nothing to ease your growing pleasure.
Your head falls back against his shoulder, giving him more access to your neck, but he pulls away.
“Are my lips too chapped?” You turn your head to look at him, raising an eyebrow.
“What? No, they’re perfect, just keep-”
His mouth his back on you, this time his movements are more aggressive.
He sucks at a spot under your jaw that never fails to make you whimper for him. One of his hands finds its way to your hip, squeezing it, then drifting to grip your thigh.
“Maybe you should take a break, doll.” You close your laptop as soon as the words leave his lips.
You spin around and pull him by his collar closer to you.
His lips brush against yours, the taste of him already so intriguing. You don’t know why you’re hesitating, but Bucky seems to notice and he smirks.
“You gonna do it, or what?” His words sink into you. One more tug of his collar and his lips are locked on yours.
Bucky laughs, but it’s muffled through the kiss. Without another thought, you bite gently onto his bottom lip. His hands falter against you and he angles his head to kiss you deeper.
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We'll meet again - Chapter 3
A/N: Hello you lovely lot. 3 for 3! It's off to a good start. :) This one is kinda small, but I'm going for a snapshot kind of feel to the chapters. See how it goes anyway, I'm trying to not limit myself with 'should be's' Hope you enjoy - Feel free to come talk to me!
Tags/warnings: Bucky x Female Oc, slow burn - kinda, hurt/comfort, 1940's, pre-CA:TFA, Pre-serum Steve Rodgers, 3rd person limited POV, canonical sickness.
Opening the door to see two grinning boys, set on taking her out for the day became a regular occurrence at some point.
Through the summer they had made the most of Steve’s run of semi-decent health and Grace didn’t have the heart to say no. She was enjoying her time with them too much; The beach and rides at Coney Island, Fantasia at the picture palace, the botanic gardens, the museum, anywhere they could convince her to go with them - it didn’t take much convincing.
By now, she had pretty much accepted her fate. She had never had this much fun before and along with the bonus of quelling the gaping loneliness in her chest felt like a perfectly acceptable risk. Her apartment was slowly filling with mementos, from stuffed toys James had won for her to Steve’s detailed drawings documenting the highlights of their day. For what felt like the first time she had something worth remembering and she loved it.
Leaning against the door frame, Grace had just put up a token protest when James Barnes rolls his eyes and shakes his head, a grin betraying his annoyance. “C’mon Gracie. Come dancin’ with me for once. Please?”
“Haven’t you got a line of dames just waiting for you to ask?” She grins, eyes flicking over to Steve who seemed far away as usual, watching a group of men in uniform across the street. She raises her voice pointedly towards him. “Now if a real gentleman were to ask, I might be persuaded.”
“I’m a real gentleman!” He scoffs in indignation.
“I know all about your reputation Barnes, you rascal. I couldn’t possibly compete with your other dance partners.”
Bucky reaches his hand out to slap at Steve’s’ chest distractedly. “Hey Stevie. Steve, would you tell her?”
“Huh?” It takes a few seconds for Steve to even register the question, breaking his gaze away from the soldiers on the corner of the Street, by which time Bucky had given up with a sigh.
“Useless. C’mon,” He pleads, eyes turning round back to her. “We need to celebrate you moving up in the world. You’re a bona fide nurse now! Goodbye diner.”
Grace huffs a bitter laugh, dropping the protest. “Like I can afford to quit that day job. They don’t call it the depression for nothing you know. Alright. I’ll come out - but if anyone asks, Stevie is my chaperone for the evening – not you.” She adds with a wink.
James’ face brightens, excitement lacing through his voice. “I’ll take it. You’ll give me one dance though doll won’t ya?”
You shut and lock your door, walking out past them into the street with a grin. “No promises.”
Steve claps his best friend on the shoulder with a grin, watching Grace strut ahead. “Maybe next time Buck.”
“Shuddup.” He muttered, determined that he would win her around eventually.
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We'll meet again - Chapter 2
A/N: Update 2 of 3 for today. Hope you enjoy!
I've been informed that I'm tagging this incorrectly. Strictly speaking it isn't a reader insert, but if you substitute her name for yours I'd argue it could be. Take that as you will ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.
Tags/warnings: Bucky x Female Oc, slow burn - kinda, hurt/comfort, 1940's, pre-CA:TFA, Pre-serum Steve Rodgers, 3rd person limited POV, canonical sickness.
Bucky opens the door, peering around the edge cautiously before opening it wide, the relief evident on his face. “Gracie. Thanks for coming over.”
Grace bustles in, bags in hand and makes her way past him through to the small kitchen. “Of course. I’m glad Rebecca was able to find me. How is he doing?” Bucky’s sister accosting her in the street had nearly given her a heart attack at the time, the warning bells sounding clearly in her mind. So much for staying anonymous.
Slipping his hands into his pockets at a loss of what to do, he shakes his head, brows furrowed. “He’s just slept last couple of days. His fever hasn’t broken yet.”
“He drank much?” With her back tuned to him, Bucky watches as she finds her way around with practiced ease. She sets a bowl under the faucet and throws a clean rag into the water as it rises.
The frustration bleeds through into his voice. “Yeah, it’s hard keeping him awake long enough to eat though.”
She turns then, meeting his eyes in concern. She only deliberates for half a second before reaching into one of the bags for a small brown glass bottle. “Now, you didn’t get this from me. Okay?”
“Steve wouldn’t want you getting in trouble.” He gently takes the medicine from her anyway, knowing his token protest will fall on deaf ears.
Right enough, she waves him off. “Oh hush. I brought some soup– And I knew you wouldn’t have had time to go to the store, so I got some extras to tide you over. Some smokes for you too.” She adds, motioning to the side.
He rubs the back of his neck, not knowing what to do with the feeling surging in his chest. “You’re a doll. Don’t know what I’d do without ya.”
“You’d manage.” She chides, shutting the water off and lifting the bowl out of the sink.
He wasn’t so convinced, especially after the last few days. Him and Stevie usually got through well enough, but this time was one of the worst. “Well, I’m mighty grateful either way.”
Bucky trails after Grace with the soup in hand, watching as she perches on the edge of the bed. Steve twitches at the movement of the mattress springs and his eyes flicker open slightly.
“Hey Stevie.” She smiles warmly at him, wringing out the rag of excess water.
Bucky frowns as the frail young man makes an effort to sit up. Setting the bowl down, he quickly moves to the other side of the bed to help prop him up, shoving a folded pillow behind his back. He’s pretty sure Steve doesn’t realise who she is when he speaks.
She meets Bucky’s eyes, her mouth pressed into a thin line with concern. “Gotta keep washing him down. It’ll help with the fever.”
James nods, taking in the information and committing it to memory, hating the helplessness that consumes him whenever Steve gets sick.
Steve whimpers in discomfort as Grace drags the cool rag over his burning skin. She soothes him over with gentle words and Bucky can’t help but think she will make a damn good nurse once she finishes school. She’s already a natural.
Grace picks up the bowl of soup deposited on the bedside table. “Stevie, drink this for me would ya?”
It takes some coaxing on both their parts and thankfully Steve doesn’t seem to protest as much with a dame in the room. He finishes off almost two bowls of the soup and she sponges his skin down again before they decide to let him rest up.
Shutting the bedroom door behind her, Grace sighs. “Is he like this a lot?”
He hesitates, saving her from the long-winded answer. “Not all the time. It comes and goes. His Ma said he was worse when he was a kid.”
“It’s good he’s got you looking out for him.” She nods, somehow alleviating some of the pressure in his chest with her soothing voice.
He scoffs, despite himself. “It’s good we’ve got you Gracie. I was running out of ideas.”
“I think he’ll be okay now he’s had some food in him. The fever should break by tonight.” She shrugs, hopeful.
“Thank God for that.”
They fall into an easy silence for a moment. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see her watching him. For some reason he is bad at this today. He blames Steve in all honesty. Really though, it’s not like he ever actually invites Dames back to their place. He always goes to them. He thinks that maybe he ought to offer her something to drink, though she was right about him not having time to go to the store. Truthfully, they didn’t have the money for anything fancy either. He’d missed two shifts at the docks to look after Steve already and he wasn’t entirely sure there would be a job there for him still when he went back. That dumb punk needed to get better, fast. For the sake of Bucky’s sanity if nothing else.
Her hesitant voice jars him out of his thoughts. “You want some company this evening?”
James nods, grateful to not be alone. “That’d be great, Doll. Steve isn’t much of a talker right now.”
Squeezing his elbow in understanding, she smiles, looking around the small apartment for inspiration before raising an eyebrow. “Got any cards?”
He shoots her a grin. “Know how to play Crazy Eights?”
“You could teach me if you like.” She suggests, as if he might actually say no.
Bucky had no idea how they got so lucky as to get a dame like her to give them the time of day, but he’d be damned if he’d let her go now.
“Sure. I’ll even go easy on ya.”
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He knocks on his own door before it slides open. When he pauses before coming in you stand awkwardly, your fingers twisting together. He looks okay, not like Brenden had given him any trouble, and if you thought you’d been surrounded by his scent before you’re drowning in it now.
“Please, make yourself comfortable.” He says softly and you sink back down onto the couch. “I’m going to shut the door so we can have an honest conversation but I won’t lock it so you can leave anytime.”
“Okay.” He closes the door and makes his way slowly toward you, his scent growing even stronger as he does. “I’m confused.”
“Can I sit?” He asks and you nod, he drops down onto the couch then looks over at you, “ask me anything you like.”
“I thought you were a Beta. You smelled like a Beta but now, you’re not just an Alpha.” You take a deep breath and whisper, “You’re, Alpha.” He preens at your admission that he feels like your Alpha.
“Do you know much about Alpha culture in the 40’s?”
“Alphas in the 40’s were much more secluded. You had one Alpha and then the rest of the pack would be Betas and Omegas. Alpha-Alpha friendships were not a thing. Steve has always been an Alpha, before the serum he was a tiny Alpha but he’s, a True Alpha.”
“What.” You breathe, you’d heard of True Alpha’s but you’d never known of one before. They were rare but when giving an Alpha command no one, not even another Alpha could fight with them.
“Yea, so I’ve been taking suppressants since the 40’s, blockers too, to keep that punk alive. It was the only job I thought I’d ever have I never thought I’d find an Omega but then you walked into my life.”
“So, you’ve always been presenting as a Beta?”
“And it didn’t bother you?”
“To keep Steve alive? No.”
“What made you decide to stop?”
“You.” He purrs the word and you blink at him.
“Me?” He nods and scoots a little closer to you. His scent rolls over you again and goosebumps rise over your skin. “Oh.”
“Talk to me Doll, tell me what you’re thinkin’.”
“It’s a lot.” You admit and there’s a rush of disappointment, “but I’m excited too.” You inch closer to him, his blue eyes watch you closely. “I feel safe.”
“Yes,” you whisper and he moves closer. “When Brenden wouldn’t stop I was so anxious, but here? In your space I just, I want-“ you trail off as you realize that you were going to say that you wanted to build a nest in his space.
“What’s wrong Doll?” He asks and when you don’t respond he moves closer to you, “Honey I can feel your anxiety.” He purrs taking your hand and rubbing his thumb over your wrist.
“I don’t know if this is a good idea. Maybe I should go back on the suppressants.” You blurt, this feeling is, a lot. It’s all a lot.
“Why?” The hurt is evident in his voice.
“I’m just, this is, we’re not even bonded and I can feel your emotions. I’m, uh I’m, I’m overwhelmed.” You’re starting to panic with everything you’re feeling.
“Omega,” Bucky coos, “come here.” You don’t think that he knows he’s just given you an Alpha command but you melt into him. “Just take a breath Honey.” He says softly and you take a shaky breath as Bucky presses a kiss to the top of your head. His calm seems to cover you like a blanket and you revel in it.
After a few minutes of silence Bucky sighs, “Do you not want an Alpha? Or is it just me?” He asks softly and quite suddenly that feeling of peace is gone.
“Of course I want you! How could you even say that? I’m scared Bucky!” A slow smile crosses his lips, much to your surprise.
“Good, it’ll work out. We’ve got friends we can ask and access to the best doctors we’re gonna be just fine.” He soothes, “Now, I’m gonna kiss you Doll.” Bucky gently tips your chin up so that he can cover your mouth with his.
It’s like everything clicks into place the moment his lips touch yours and you can’t believe you’d ever thought to take a step back. It’s like you’ve been walking in a daze for your whole life and suddenly you’re awake.
“Better Doll?” He whispers and you give him a small smile and nod. “Good. Now, I’d like to take you out for dinner.”
“You don’t have to Bucky.”
“I know Honey, but I’m gonna woo you right.” You laugh softly,
“Okay.” You tell him, curling into him, “but if it’s okay I’d like to move in here.”
“Whatever you want Omega.” You hum happily, you’ll get to build your nest in his space before your next heat. “Do you want to do that now?”
“Yea,” you stand and he follows you to his feet. He stares down at you, for a moment before kissing you again, oh you could get used to this. “So sweet.” He murmurs and you duck your head at the praise. “Get used to the praise Omega, I’m gonna tell you how stunning you are every change I get.”
With the help of the rest of the team you’re moved into Bucky’s apartment within the next three hours. Steve is the last to leave and he gives you a pleased smile when he does.
“Do you want to go out tonight? Or tomorrow?” Bucky asks curling an arm around you.
“Whatever you want Omega.” You love hearing your title from him. The way it rumbles through him. “So what do you want to do tonight?” He asks nudging your scent gland with the tip of his nose, he hums lowly, deep in his chest. You can’t think with his mouth so close to where he’s gonna mark you and when he presses a soft kiss to the spot you let out a soft whimper. “Okay Omega?”
“Yeh.” You breathe and Bucky let’s out a low rumble of a laugh. You’re much more than okay.
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don’t know if anyone will see this but wanted to say I am taking requests for bucky fics :) or if you just want to talk bucky I’m here lmao
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Old wounds and familiar faces (3)
A/N: here’s the next part. Let me know what you think!
Sam once again walks into the abandoned building to meet Y/N a few days later. This time she’s already waiting for him, leaning against a pilar with her arms crossed over her chest. Her shoulders are tense as they almost always are and she’s staring at him. “You know, you and Bucky should start a club.” He starts. “You can sit around together and stare at people.”
“Hmm.” Y/N hums as she pushes herself off the pilar she was leaning against and takes a step towards him. “Is that why you wanted to see me? To mock me?” She replies, her arms still crossed over her chest and her eyes still locked on his face.
“No.” Sam shakes his head, realising he won’t get anywhere with his jokes. At least not until she warms up to him. “I came here to tell you how the case went like you asked.” He tells her. “Thanks to you we caught the guy a day later. Probably the easiest catch we’ve had in a while.” He thinks back to the other day when he and Bucky went to the address on the card and caught the guy with the stuff he stole from the military. The man hadn’t expected them to figure out the card and was so surprised by them showing up that he didn’t even put up much of a fight.
“That’s good to hear.” Y/N says as she watches Sam’s face closely. She can tell that there’s more on his mind. “But that’s not the only reason you’re here, is it?” She asks and the look on Sam’s face tells her she’s right.
“Bucky acted strange after we met you and when I asked him about it he said that he might have known you when he was at Hydra.” Sam admits, he knows there’s no point in dragging this out. “I’ve asked him about it again later, but he won’t talk about it so I was wondering if you could tell me a bit more.”
Y/N sighs and finally looks away from Sam. “I don’t know Bucky.” She starts and in the corner of her eye she can see a somewhat disappointed look take over Sam’s face. “But I knew the Winter Soldier.” She adds and Sam looks intrigued again. “Our cells were next to each other.” There’s no need for him to know more than that, not now and maybe not ever.
Sam nods as he takes in the information. “Did Steve know?” He asks and he’s relieved to see Y/N nod. He had hoped Y/N told Steve about the time she spent with Bucky, or the Winter Soldier. Steve deserved to know what had happened to his friend during those years and Sam would have hated the thought that Y/N had that information and didn’t share it with Steve. “Do you think Bucky’s memories of that will come back?”
“They will, but it’ll take time.” Y/N sighs as looks at Sam again. “Bucky has decades of repressed memories that will slowly resurface. Right now his focus is probably on the missions Hydra sent him on. The more mundane things will probably take longer to come back to him.” She explains.
“Maybe you could talk to him sometime.” Sam suggests. It’s the first time that she has shared this much with him and he hopes he can keep the momentum going. “Might be good for both of you.” He adds and he sees hesitation in her eyes for a moment before she pulls her wall back up.
“Like I said, Sam, I have a therapist for conversations like that.” Y/N tells him before she turns around and walks away. “If you need me, you know how to reach me.” She calls back to him before she disappears from view. Sam considers it a win, considering the fact that she has never openly offered her help before.
“So I went to see Y/N to tell her how the case went.” Sam watches Bucky closely for a reaction. They’re at the army base waiting for information on their new case. “After what you said about maybe knowing her when you were at Hydra I figured I’d ask her about it.” He goes on when he doesn’t get a response and he sees Bucky tense up now.
“Yeah?” Bucky asks as he tries to act nonchalant. He’s been having dreams about Y/N almost every night since they met and it seems like the Red Star and the Winter Soldier were very close, so close that Hydra decided to separate them at some point but his memories surrounding that are still vague so he’s not sure what exactly caused their separation. “What did she say?”
Sam shrugs. “Not much.” He admits. “Apparently she knew the Winter Soldier because your cell was next to hers.” He says, his eyes still trained on Bucky who nods slowly. “She thinks your memories about that will come back in time.” Bucky nods once again as he takes in Sam’s words. “Look, she didn’t tell me anything other than that but she said she told Steve about knowing you and I’m guessing she told him more than she told me.”
Bucky leans back in his chair. If Y/N told Steve about their time at Hydra that explains why Steve was so convinced that the real Bucky was still somewhere inside the Winter Soldier. Bucky only remembers snippets of his time with Y/N, but what he remembers is mostly good. He shared his food with her, because for some reason they gave her a lot less than him, and he recalls giving her his blanket because she didn’t have one and the serum running through his veins kept him from getting too cold anyway. Y/N must have told Steve about the good things the Winter Soldier did for her, or for the Red Star, and it must have made Steve even more determined to find Bucky.
A part of Bucky wants to open up to Sam about the memories he has been regaining, but a larger part tells him to keep his mouth shut. It’s the same part that tells him he doesn’t deserve anything good and that he needs to take case after case and risk his life to make up for the crimes he has committed. It’s the part that tells him he’s a bad person, and the voice gets a little more quiet every time someone thanks him for something good he has done but it’s still there in the back of his mind. And it’s still bigger than the part of him that says it wasn’t his fault and that he deserves a fresh start.
“Gentlemen, the colonel will see you now.” A voice breaks Bucky out of his thoughts and when he looks up he finds Sam giving him a concerned look, but he ignores it and stands up. Sam frowns but he knows that now isn’t the time to press Bucky about what’s going on in his mind, so he stands up as well and follows Bucky into the colonel’s office.
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Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land - Bucky Barnes x Reader
Hello to all beautiful people! Happy pride month my lovelies!!! This has been in my head, forever and I couldn't get past it. Every time I wanted to write something else, this was right there to remind me...
This is the first part. The second one is being written right now.
Warnings: My English. Everyone is alive, just cuz.
Word Count~ 9k+
Summary: It would turn out to be the most difficult thing you had ever done, but you didn’t know that. Your heart would break into many pieces, nowhere to be found, but you didn't know that. Not one moment of your life had remotely prepared you for what was about to come. You were told it was a simple and easy mission. You were reassured everything would be alright because there was no chance whatsoever to fail – it was considered to be an effortless, straightforward mission. After all, how hard could it be – it was just one file, go in, grab it, get the hell out and return home safely and fast. Unfortunately, no one had ever informed you about the circumstances under which you would have to act. Because playing a part was easy, playing people…that was another story completely. SPOILER WARNING - Time travel kinda fic!
Part I – Oblivion.
It was one of the few moments of serenity everyone would enjoy, partly because they were so rare. No wars to be fought, no worries to be dealt with, no missions to be completed. That to the Avengers meant sleep and training, while to you meant more babysitting than usual. Fury had appointed you and trusted you enough to report back to him, anything out of the ordinary. Your job had gotten pretty boring, pretty fast – most of them were never around, anyway. Days like this one, however, were testing your patience – and loyalty.
Even though he did not appreciate your calculating eye, at first, Tony was more than happy to give you your own room and enough freedom to run around the tower as if it was your own home. Well, after a certain point, it became your home, since you moved your things out of the rented apartment; you weren’t spending any time there, anyways. You usually stayed within your boundaries and only recorded anything really off, because soon enough you learned that they were a quirky bunch of people, getting closer as the years rolled by, even fighting like a family would.
Natasha called you a friend, and that was one of the highest honors achieved. Tony would let you play with his tools even though you had absolutely no idea what most of them did and Steve had offered to train you. Come to think of it, thank God he did. Wanda and Pietro, really felt like the siblings you never had, although Pietro was a flirtatious little shit. Vision was the wise uncle and Thor, when he happened to pop by, was a literal God. Bruce was always so timid and flustered by Natasha.
But then a stranger came in. Just when you had decided that you would never find the courage to ask Steve out, someone else invaded your space like nothing you had ever experienced before; and he was never really close to you, physically.
You only caught glimpses, bits, and pieces of that man, at first. You knew that Tony did not trust him at all and that Steve trusted him enough for the both of them. You knew he had a metal arm and he was called “Winter Soldier” by Tony, but Nat and Steve called him Bucky. Wanda seemed interested because for once she could not read a mind. At that, you called Fury and he was as cryptic as ever, only informing you to stay on your feet. Your gut was nudging you to do your own research but at the same time, why bother when the research material was few doors away?
You did find out about everything, eventually, mainly because you kept asking everyone up to the point that drove them insane. Once you saw his face, you knew why they were keeping him low-key monitored 24/7. He was accused of many things, that was without a question. You were watching at the live footage of the camera keeping an eye on him and you could swear that he looked straight through the lenses and burnt your face. The thing was… no one was trying to keep you away but he never wanted to get close to you or even greet you. You entered a room, he found another exit. At first, you didn’t think much of it. A person with a shitload of trauma couldn’t socialize… big whoops. But then, it started getting weirder each day.
Honestly, you wouldn’t have paid that much attention, if it wasn’t for Steve apologizing for his behavior only to you. Steve seemed off as well. It was a strange vibe that other times was so ever-present and others… you couldn’t even remember what you were worrying about. It had flooded your mind when you first met him, but again, didn’t think much of it. You were too busy gawking at him to really care about your intuition. And then, once you got used to him being well… him, the same feeling nudged you again sporadically. This was one of those times. You wanted to ask him what was the big deal but you never did.
You shook your head and walked down the aisle towards the kitchen. It was rather late for you but insomnia had taken over again, leaving you a not-so-hot of a mess. Your head was definitely not on your shoulders; you preferred dreaming wide awake, as if in a trance, all those scenarios in your head, wondering what if one of them came true…
You weren’t sure why you ended up in the kitchen, in the first place; your feet had carried you without your permission. You exhaled rather loudly while massaging your temples, eyes shut. Opening them was probably a mistake. You came face to face with blue eyes with a silver tone. Your heartbeat would have picked up if it wasn’t for the exhaustion.
“Hi” you simply offered and took a step back. He squeezed his eyes shut and all but ran away.
“Bye” you said loud enough for the entire tower to listen to you, but your patience had reached its limit. You rolled your eyes at your tactics and his attitude and grabbed a bottle of rosé wine, walking back to your room. Why not the roof, you thought, and up you went.
“I never told you to be besties with her, nut-head. But that’s rude. Even for you” you heard Tony reprimanding someone and your stomach was already in a not. You froze, trying to catch everything you could hear.
“Says you!” Natasha exclaimed, defending…him? It didn’t make sense.
“Stop it. I mean, do you even know if she is loyal to you or someone else?” he questioned but surprisingly enough it wasn’t Steve or Natasha – the two people you thought of as friends – who defended you but Tony.
“Bullshit. You better fix this Rogers. Now” he coldly demanded and exited. Thankfully, the room had another exit and so he didn’t catch you. Not that he couldn't figure it out if he wanted to. You anticipated someone to prove him wrong but no such thing ever happened. However, Natasha said something that kept bothering you for the longest time.
“We both know that’s not why you are shit to her… and you, a coward”. You didn’t sit around for more bickering. Wine down we go, you thought.
“Good morning sunshine” Tony yelled at you, making you wince in pain. You had pulled yourself together and went for “work” – replacing Pepper while she was running the company. So, you did everything Tony threw at you. He was quite the mentor if you were honest. But times like this one really did push your buttons. You pinched the bridge of your nose and looked at him and Steve.
“Hello, obnoxiously loud for your height person” you specifically choose not to include Steve, something he noticed as he arched his eyebrow. Tony caught on pretty fast but instead of staying out of it, he jumped right in.
“Who got your knickers in a twist? No! Don’t tell me! Captain Virgin?” he exclaimed right when Bucky was passing by, making you groan in frustration and facepalm. Steve turned red but kept his composure while his best friend was in shock. Tony seemed rather unphased by the scene. You tried to hand him a file but he raised his hands.
“I don’t like to be handed stuff” he said as if it was the single most mundane thing to say. You looked at him dead in the eye and got up from your seat.
“And I don’t like that I have to put up with everyone’s bullshit. But you don’t see me going like this every time one of you acts like a 5-year-old now, do you?” you said without breathing and slammed the file on the counter, in front of him, leaving the three men in awe and a bit worried.
You started walking away when Steve called for you and made you turn on your heels, approaching him like a shark was approaching its victim. He needed to know that he had hurt you.
“Come on, don’t – ”
“No, no. When you realize that I have been here even before you came along, and start treating me with respect, then I will come back. Until then, good luck sorting out your loyalties – because you should already know mine” you deadpanned and shot Bucky a poisonous glare. For a second there, you saw guilt and pain but you turned around before that second became more.
You stormed out of the tower and walked aimlessly, without really knowing where you went. You walked by the Empire State Building and your feet carried you towards Brooklyn, without you even noticing it. Hangover at its best but you tried to walk it off along with your anger. You passed a couple of coffee shops before you decided to enter one. The ornate facade and all-wood interior, with a dash of stained glass, and its extremely low-key vibe, transported you to an earlier era. It also helped that it was tucked on a street corner in Boerum Hill surrounded by handsome brick townhouses.
Although it had basically the vibes of a bar, it felt familiar and even… comfortable to you. It was called Brooklyn Inn and you had never seen anything online for it. It felt old and vintage but it was so welcoming to you as if you belonged there. You hadn’t planned on staying there but you found a seat by the bar and had the intention of ordering a coffee but you remembered why you run away and instead you ordered a glass of Malbec.
The wine was exquisite; rich, dark, and full-bodied with hints of black cherry, vanilla, and sweet tobacco. You were informed that it started with grapes from France but ended up being produced in Argentina and that the glass you were holding was indeed, French. You found comfort in that and it perplexed you. Your eyes traveled around, looking at all the different people in the pub and how many more would have had their drink here… until your gaze fell on him. You had no idea how to feel or even express that. But how did he find you? He approached you, a bit reserved but not too much. It felt that it was his idea to find you – or at least, you hoped to. You were a sucker for those people… brooding, traumatized and devilishly handsome. He sat down next to you, and you got the feeling that he had done that more times than you could count; it felt natural. Almost everything felt just the way they were supposed to.
When the bartender came to take his order, he greeted him and even held a small talk, which meant two things. Bucky was
capable of talking, just not to you and secondly, he came to this place, quite often too, if you were to judge by the friendliness and the fact that the guy knew what the “usual” meant. He was fucking dushing, you noticed.
“And one more glass of Malbec for the lady” he added right after, leaving you confused as fuck but surprised in a good way, too. You just sat there, looking at your glass, not daring to disturb whatever universe you had entered.
“I am sorry for being a jerk to you” he confessed while the drinks were served. You thanked the bartender and took a sip.
“Try looking at me when you apologize” you softly mused and you noticed a side smile forming on his lips, one that he quickly dropped. To your surprise, he did. And you found yourself captivated by his eyes.
“I am sorry, doll” his mouth betrayed him and your eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. He quickly apologized again and remained silent. You felt so awkward that you let out an airy laugh. It might not have been for you in particular but getting to be called doll but the one James Barnes was on your bucket list. The man in front of you was an infamous flirt back in the day – that much you knew from Steve, when he actually talked to you.
“S’ okay… Sergeant” you commented with an eyebrow slightly arched. He actually blushed at that and you felt very proud. You put down your glass and turned towards him.
“But why? Why were you a jerk? No offense” you quickly added, hoping to get an answer this time. He cleared his throat and adjusted his body as well. You could literally see his brain malfunctioning.
“It’s just that… I don’t know and I am not big on trusting strangers” he said but you didn’t believe it. If he didn’t know you, he could have asked. If he truly didn’t know you, he wouldn’t know where to find you – alright, maybe that was a coincidence, but what about your drink?
“Bullshit” you softly challenged him while looking at him dead in the eye but smiled nonetheless and dropped it. You sat there for a while, enjoying the vibe and the drinks until you took your wallet out to pay and leave. You weren’t sure if it was his manners kicked in, or if it was a force of habit but he stopped you…in a very physical way. He touched your hand and pushed it back – you weren’t even sure he realized it.
“Thank you, but I can pay for my drinks” you said steadily. He gave you a funny look and placed 30 dollar-bill under the receipt.
“I know” he simply commented and he gave you his hand to help you out of your stool. Yeah, you had entered another dimension. Exactly because you were so unprepared for all of it, really, you just complied. And the touch was pushing you further down a slippery slope. He even held the door open for you. “Wait, wait. Why are you being so nice?” you suddenly asked him, making him smile in question.
“Can’t I just be sorry for my attitude?” he questioned. You were about to say no but… oh, well.
“You’re going to poison me? Have you spiked my drink?” you kept asking and he let out a small laugh. He declined every accusation with a ‘nope’. You ended up walking around Brooklyn with him and you didn’t even notice. He was silent for the most part but that didn’t bother you, as you simply let your mind and eyes travel as far as they wanted. Brooklyn was the heart of the entire New York City. It was so oddly familiar to you, even though you hadn’t lived that long there.
“So… you and Steve… he tells me you are close” he tried to make small talk. It took you by surprise the fact that they had talked about you. You thought about the statement for a bit.
“Sure. I mean, obviously, I don’t know him as well as you do, but he’s a good friend” you answered truthfully. He was a very good friend. He was there for you since you met him. Come to think of it, he and Bucky acted exactly alike. Mmm, not exactly, but they both avoided you in the beginning, and then everything was perfect. He too, wouldn’t talk to you, although he did talk to you, just not… in an elaborated way. More like in
the ‘I see you here every day and I have to be polite’ way.
“Oh” it was all he said. The conversation, if one could call it that, died down after that. And it was getting late. You had to return to your job and have a talk with Tony to get him to cooperate and sign the damn contracts he initiated. “This was lovely, weirdly enough. But I do have to get back” you soothed. It was the strangest day for you. Or so you thought. He, on the other hand, had no intention of going back so early.
“Have ever been to Coney Island?” he blurted out, leaving you dumbfounded. You blinked a couple of times before answering.
“No, I don’t think I have” you told him as you crossed the Williamsburg Bridge. He slightly frowned but you really didn’t understand why.
“If you need a guide, I am available” he offered while he took a step back. You really didn't know what to think.
“Brooklyn born and bred, huh?” you joke but he took pride in that. Why wouldn't he, you thought.
“Yes ma'am” he confirmed and left you wondering what the hell just happened.
“I should go. Thank you for... the normality” you waved goodbye. He lowered his head and nodded in agreement. Without another word, you took your separate paths.
You were thinking about how people were constantly moving at quantum speeds, in their minds, in their work, building patterns and seeing past through their everyday lives. Having this socially constructive mentality that they needed to be productive to be seen as equals to their peers. Constantly in motion, to be more and criticizing their imperfections. It felt like a constant need to keep striving forward, but they would eventually lose focus on their true essence, on what their really needed. So caught up in thinking about who they were going to be that they didn’t even recognize who they were right now.
You caught yourself being one of those people and tried to find stillness in your lives, moments of silence, to come back within, to allow the rest of the world to keep moving forward, to see new objectives intuitively flowing through.
The sky was so soft, you felt that it would melt if you touched it. The darkest blue was stained with little balls of color. You wished that you could see the night sky at its glory, without the lights and pollution to destroy the magic. Your room didn’t have the best of views, anyway. You gave up trying to imagine how different the velvet canvas would have looked seventy years ago, and strolled around the compound. Everything was still and serene as if no one was even breathing. You always felt torn between big crowds and solitude, being with company and being alone, living in a big city and leaving everything behind.
He was such a fucking contradiction. He was flirtatious, charming, and romantic, but also introverted and emotional. You could never really know because of how adaptable and changeable he was. You understood his mood swings better than anyone, but it was hard even for you, to keep up with the stream of emotions that never slowed down.
He was someone whose identity had been obliterated by pain—a pain that had destroyed almost every last vestige of his personhood. It was for this reason that he almost never spoke, you thought. He was still fighting whatever HYDRA did to him. You thought of the reoccurring presence of a piercing, metallic scream—a scream that was positively visceral, expressive of a tremendous amount of pain, panic, and fear. Brutal and brutalizing, that noise playing in his head over and over again, impacted him on a palpable, instinctive, organic level, giving sonic form to the blank, numbness inside the Winter Soldier’s mind. He was trying to fight it and you could see that. The demons were still inside, though.
Steve had told you that Bucky was one of the few people that actually recognized what it was that made him good, before his transformation into Captain America. has been made of the fact that Bucky Barnes is one of the few people to recognize the greatness in Steve Rogers before his transformation into Captain America. You saw the way he believed in Steve, too. But you wanted to yell at him that, yes, Steve was great but so was he. He didn’t believe he could achieve that kind of greatness but he didn’t mind, he had plenty of time to come to terms with it, as he had revealed once, a very unholy hour.
And that was exactly what made him great; his selflessness, his choice of friendship instead of jealousy. You were watching him again. From afar, always from afar. Never from near. You watched him and observe the way his hair had grown the last few weeks and how some strands were falling down to his eyes. He brushed them away, harshly, and you wondered how these bruised hands would feel on your skin. His skin glistened warmly like desert sand when the sun caressed him.
You watched bruises fade and reappear, lipstick smeared on collarbones - or was it blood? - his skin shimmering like naked gold, flesh piercing out between his teeth. It was your destiny to watch and fall, to fall and watch. All over again. Watch. Stop. Repeat until internal collapse. This time, he was watching you too. His eyes were blue, a particular kind of blue between the depths of the ocean and the frozen cover of a winter’s lake. A smug
blue that broke through the purple sky like a whispered sunset. Bucky was watching you and he had no intention of averting his eyes and you felt your blood freezing inside your veins. It was a bitter realization of how much power that man held over you. Your body shivered.
You couldn’t prevent it anymore; your eyes were drawn to the sun like a magnetic field that hypnotized you over and over again and you were terrified by the light but you were more terrified of being surrounded by the dark again. You blinked. You sit there, frozen in time, while everyone else became witness of the silent conversation between the two of you, but you had a hard time understanding if it was your heart that hammered beneath your ribcage or if it had stopped.
You were dreaming again. You were daydreaming that there was a gap between reality and something like blood was sticking between the sharp edges of his collarbones but you didn’t mind because his hands were on your neck, on your face, in your hair – “do you want me to touch you? I’ve seen the way you look at me, I want to touch you, be still” - and you were, you were still, you were quiet when he dragged you over to the wall and pushed his knee between your legs and you wanted this, wanted him and his fingers dug painfully in your cheeks and your chin and he held you still, so still you couldn’t move and it hurt…
You shook your head. Your mind was playing with you, mocking your naivety. He was watching but he was only watching, as were you – from afar. Never once getting closer than that.
“Are you okay?” a worried whisper, violently shook you out of your dream. It felt so real; his touch burnt marks and you could swear you knew how they felt.
“Yes” you said as in a trance. Steve didn’t believe you. He knew that answer, he used that answer. He looked at you concerned but you looked at the other man walking behind him, not really paying attention to anything he said. You often wondered if he was able to just… read your mind. It was easy, too easy, to fall for him. He was tender and familiar. He understood so much of his surroundings and experienced deeper than anyone you had known. But you wished you knew if he truly felt – it seemed easier to be numb.
Steve arched an eyebrow and gave you the look, which was actually wasted since you weren’t looking at him. Bucky saw you and didn’t turn away, instead he looked right back at you.
“I have to go” you blurted out and left as fast as your legs could carry you.
“What about Nat?” you heard Steve asking and you swallowed your heart. “It’s different” Bucky simply answered. You stopped breathing so you wouldn’t miss a word.
“How? They are both from your past” Steve offered but your head couldn’t understand what he was saying.
“That’s not true and we both know it” he replied and silence took over. You had taken one step when a response was out there, for you to deal with it.
“Of course, I know. But she doesn’t know and we cannot tell her”.
Days and nights passed by in an everlasting circle. Minutes turned into months and your life moved on. You never asked what was the big secret; you took what they gave you and cherished it. You never lied about anything, you were always there and somehow, you had gained Bucky’s trust. He confided in you, he laughed around you without worrying about what people might think, as did Steve. But they never said a word. You had caught some other weird comments as well but you brushed them off. They would tell you when and if they felt comfortable. You had a pretty vague idea about it and you tested it more than once but never crossed a line.
Little things like small comments about their past, questions asked but never answered, words that didn’t correspond with today… you didn’t really know what to think but you started realizing that something was going on… since before you met them. Maybe they knew a girl with strong opinions and quick temper back in the day and they were projecting. Maybe, they just wanted things to go back to the way they used to be. Who could blame them?
Bucky was on the cold tiles of his bathroom and was pressing his hands flat down until the chill crawled up in his bones. He felt burnt and touched and scorched in all the places that he thought had healed a long time ago. Somewhere in the background, the water tap was dripping in tandem with his heart. Drop, drop, drop, your name was spelled…
You had just entered his room, waiting to find him looking outside the window. Instead, you heard the ragged breathing. When he closed his eyes, he saw crime scenes. A marketplace in the afternoon glow. Orange lights switching to red. Honking cars. His lifeless eyes fixed on his target. And the scene always ended with a twist – his target was no longer the bold man; he was no longer the Winter Soldier, it was no longer the present, you were no longer safe.
Drop, drop, drop. Bucky opened his eyes when the sun had long died on the horizon. One of his hands was resting on the tiles – the other wasn’t his. He felt like an emergency. But you kneeled down and sat next to him, with both of your hands on the tiled floor. He remembered a scene that had yet to happen. He wanted it to.
“Tell me you need me”, he said and his lips were shivering against your sunburned skin, “tell me you need me, tell me you can’t fucking breathe without the scent of my cologne or the taste of my skin under your tongue. Tell me”, he said and he was frantic, almost wild in his eyes, “tell me you want me. Tell me you want me so much that it fucking burns inside of you. Tell me you’re not ashamed”, and this time the man was almost begging with his hands roaming all over your face and his eyes blinded from the dying sun, “tell me you love me, please, tell me that all the flesh I burn and all the blood I swallow underwater is worth it. Tell me you won’t leave me”, he whispered and something tasted acid like bile and salty like tears in the back of your throat and the air was unusually hot, and each of his words left knife marks between the hollows of your ribs.
“Tell me this isn’t all in my head”, the man finally broke out and covered himself with your body like a blanket made of waves and you kissed his eyelids and watched as the skin under your lips melted to ashes.
“It’s too cold for you” he croaked and you chuckled. You shook your head, and you knew that even in the dead of the night he could see it.
“You’re not too cold for me” you reassured his not spoken worry. He was terrified and you only got a glimpse. Fridays were supposed to be movie nights – the guys educating you in old cinema – but you didn’t mind at all the scene you were witnessing. You slowly approached him and even more reservedly you offered your hand in a kind gesture – he could pick himself up, physically, but sometimes that was not enough. He touched you, grabbing onto your hand for dear life. The lights were off inside his room. He didn’t turn them on and you respected that decision.
It was late; again. In any other scenario, you would consider this romantic but his fragile state made you scared and angry at the people who bent him backward. He sat on his bed and you didn’t dare move from his side. He had been careful enough to hide this part away from you, to hide the panic attacks that came with it, the nightmares, the voices. You sat there in absolute silence until you moved your hand to touch his metal arm. He looked at you as if you were insane – because he was afraid of himself enough for the both of you.
“I’m scared of the darkness inside of me. It is growing, day by day, and I fear the day it consumes me. You called me a hero when we first met, Steve told me… but I feel like I have been the villain all along” he found himself confessing and you had no idea what hit you. You had seen him down, sad even angry but never so… broken. Ready to give up everything.
“I called a hero because no one else would be standing here, sitting next to me, talking about their trauma. I called a hero, not because heroes are pure light – no, because every single one of them is trying to fight the demons inside. Because, you have walked through the gates of hell, into the firepits, and survived to see… not the pearly gates but this mediocre existence, full of mundane little things” you admitted without even realizing what was the very essence of your words.
“I tried to unlearn how to hold the guns and the knives the way they taught me. I tried to unbury myself from all those corpses of people they put above me. I tried to erase them from my system. With scissors and razor blades and butcher knives and broken shards of a mirror. I don’t want to be killed twice” he winced at the thought and you acted out of instinct, cupping his face with your hands and looking deep into his eyes, to see where those demons were hiding and obliterate them any way you could. He was taken aback but didn’t move.
“Do I scare you?” he asked in a small voice, too afraid to destroy the stillness of the moment.
“You could never”.
He lied sleeping next to you, hair messy, body relaxed. You watched the slow rise and fall of his chest, counting the beats in between. Dust settled in the air and you watched it drizzling through the glimmer of white light that shined through the blinds. You wanted to reach out and touch him but you stopped mid-movement. Instead, you touched him with your eyes. Cheeks, nose, collarbone, lips. The air around him tasted like autumn. You wanted to drown in it.
His hand was in your hand and your hand was in his and his lips were on yours and your lips were on his and his fingers touched your skin and yours touched his shoulders and-
You didn’t even realize you had fallen asleep. It felt so… right. So real. You could almost touch him and sense his warmth but something was off. In your dream, he was younger, careless, carefree…and you never felt the metal of his arm.
You had made a promise of never falling asleep when he was around because even if it felt so damn right, you never wanted to make him uncomfortable. However, seeing him sleeping so peacefully took some of the guilt off of your shoulders.
He was serene, almost resembling the disoriented dream of yours. Softer, mellow, and not tormented by those demons that hunted him each waking moment. You tried your best not to touch him and slipped under the bedding, still very much able to understand just how much heat he was radiating, making you fall asleep again. Easily.
There was half a carton of milk leftover from breakfast on the table. You reached out and took it, drinking it straight from the carton. He scowled at you and took a glass from one of his cupboards. His hand reached out, but stopped. You waited for the touch to burn you. It didn’t.
“Darlin’, we do have glasses” he mocked you but his hand cupped your face, lips inches apart, when he moved away with a wicked smile.
“Fucking sadist” you whispered and tugged him closer for a quick kiss. He smiled, lethally blinding. The only thing that mattered was him; the kitchen disappeared from view and you shut your eyes closed, getting lost in the moment.
You never talked about your dream to anyone. Even Wanda was forbidden from snooping around there. At least you hoped she didn’t. They were all the more vivid and you thought that you were either falling even harder or you were wishing for something that could never happen in your line of work. You had stopped reporting to Fury – and he knew. You had practically been adopted as the rookie who would help around and on missions but your skills were more intellectual than physical. Now, you could kill, you could fight, maybe not as well as Natasha or Steve but you preferred not to.
Bucky preferred you not to be anywhere near but it wasn’t his choice, after all. He had grown closer, almost attached to your hip but not exactly. There was something missing, something that didn’t exactly fit but you shook it off, as you had done with Steve, and moved on.
Today was one of those effortless days; no worries whatsoever. Tony was insisting on preparing brunch, but him being … him, you all ended up eating a makeshift breakfast. You had been seated on a high stool as you spotted the half-empty carton of juice on the table. You reached out and took it, drinking it straight out of the carton. And then everything was in slow motion, everything was familiar. He rolled his eyes and scowled you, as he took a glass from one of the cupboards. He poured the leftover juice into it and with a mocking smile, handed it to you. But you were too frozen to do anything but look at him, eyes wide open and mind shut.
“What? We do have glasses here” he told you in a funny way as if he had no idea what just happened. The man in front of you was the same fucking person in the same fucking context. But how could that be? Were you predicting the future? Or… had you lived that before?
You took too much time to answer, or even react in a way that they grew worried. But you didn’t know how to reassure them that you were okay because you weren’t. Your mind was playing tricks, one moment you were standing in the tower’s kitchen and the next you were on a stool in a vintage kitchen, small and cozy, with just one man. And then back to now. You tried to hide your face in the obnoxiously big cup of tea you had in front of you, which did not go unnoticed but you just couldn’t cope.
You were wondering whether or not should you respond the way you remembered you had, in your dream, or just let it pass. After a while, you knew Wanda was going to scoop and that why you warned her, quite loudly too. Please, don’t. Don’t. You knew she heard your thought clear as day because her eyes popped and blushed slightly, leaving Pietro wondering what had happened. You let it slide for now and kept your posture while everyone else was having a rather good time.
The whole thing wasn’t dying down any time soon but you needed air to breathe and space to exist. But you also needed an exit strategy. Or rather… a line. You stood up, thanked Tony but not really, and said you were going to start working for a living, meaning you were about to play around in Tony’s lab. No one found anything suspicious. While walking behind Bucky, you slightly leaned in and whispered that line.
“Fucking sadist”. His eyes shot up and his head snapped at you. He recognized it, and you were more than assured that this had happened again. But how, you didn’t know. For now, you were content knowing that at some point in this world, at some distant reality, you had felt his lips on yours. You would come back for answers but for now, you just went out to get a proper coffee. No Avengers.
Lately, you had been feeling rather off, out of touch with reality but you didn’t mind that much. Sometimes you caught yourself daydreaming about images that had flashed before your mind when you were asleep, while others you were just thinking about him. It was just him. Every day, all day.
“Don’t make me use Wanda” Tony warned you out of the blue, startling you and making you look up, avoiding his gaze. He rolled his eyes so hard that you were afraid they were going to get stuck.
“You wouldn’t” you fired back, very much assured that he would not even think about it… but he surprised you.
“Well, it’s not like I need her powers to understand that you have been crushing on Barnes” he outed you without even worrying about people actually listening. You wanted to shush him but that would put you in a difficult position.
“Tony… please don’t” you simply asked of him. It was the first time you saw him worried and perplexed, at a loss of words. But then, corking an eyebrow, he just dropped his job and came to sit next to you. It was his lab, you couldn’t say no.
“Listen, you know that I am not particularly fond of his company – ”
“Tony, you hate the guy” you cut him off, making him arch his eyebrow again in agreement. You smiled but it didn’t quite reach your eyes.
“All I want to say is be careful” he concluded and made you realize that he did care about his team; well, not everyone, but for the most part, he did.
“Thank you, Tony, but let’s be realistic… I am never going to make a move, and I don’t think he is interested in making one either” you summed up what you had gathered. Tony seemed to disagree with your statement, shaking his head but not saying a word, which was suspicious.
“What? Do you know something?” you pushed further but he just got up and went back to his job.
“Not everything is what it seems, honey” he cynically quoted and left you with a gazillion questions, which he wasn’t going to answer. You knew that he knew something and that Steve knew too. Maybe Natasha, but you weren’t sure, Wanda probably, since she can pretty much-read minds, and therefore Vision as well. Clint had a family, Pietro had god knows how many girls, Thor was in Asgard and Bruce was falling for Natasha. Sam and Rhodey were placing bets for all of you. They all had their own problems to be invested in your non-existent love life.
All it took was a mission gone wrong and Fury was breathing down your neck each day and each night, demanding you report to him every single detail. Which you didn’t. Not everything. Why would it matter that you spent most nights sleeping next to Bucky because it had become a thing after having heard him suffering and barging in without second thought? Why would it matter that you never left that night or any night after that? Why would it matter that he had opened up about his past, slowly revealing all those details that you, somehow, already knew? Why would it matter that Steve was trying to warn his best friend that this was a bad idea and upon confronting him, he went silent and couldn’t even look you in the eye.
Why would it matter to Fury that you had been having all those dreams that seemed so real, vivid, and true to be just that? Why would it matter that you had a beautiful friendship with Wanda and Pietro? Why would it matter that Thor was hitting on you, ever so discretely, but permanent enough to make Bucky jealous? At least you thought he was… or rather, hoped. You really didn’t understand what difference it would make… Maybe if you had been completely honest with Fury, he would never have given you the solo mission. Perhaps, it would have been for the best. Probably not.
Tony was watching you like a hawk, whenever Bucky was in the same room but even he had to admit that whenever you were around he was more of a puppy than an attack dog, and he kind of appreciated that. Deep down, he knew that you and Steve were right about him but his pride and grief didn’t let him say it in so many words. He showed it by calling him by his name, joking with him, and even sitting next to him. Bucky was grateful for every single chance he was given, and every single day he tried his best.
All those little things, you thought of as personal and never disclosed them with Fury. Maybe too personal. They had become your family and you couldn’t just turn on them. As you watched them interact with each other you just saw a big, kind of dysfunctional but very loving family.
“So that’s your thing… you observe” he startled you and you quickly turned around to see a smug-looking face.
“It’s the best tactic” you carefully answered while searching for any kind of sign in his eyes. But he gave you very little. You shouldn’t have hoped for anything more but you were crushing indeed. He kept staring at you, checking you out from head to toe. You could tell that he … at least, appreciated your look. You were wearing a dark red dress with an elegant halter neckline, form-fitting bodice, empire waist, lace-up elastic back, and knee-length skirt. It had a black ribbon sash that garnished your empire waistline providing the perfect finishing touch. A winged eyeliner and bold, dark red lips were all you needed, makeup-wise.
You knew that he was still looking at you when you decided to grab your drink and walk over to the others, leaving him to admire your naked back as you swayed your hips a bit more. It didn’t take him long to join you.
The night went on pretty smoothly. Tony was a rather drunk jerk, Pepper was embraced and slightly angry at him but nothing new there. Wanda and Vision were in a world of their own and no one could blame them; Thor was drinking with Steve, while Clint and Pietro were betting who would pass out first. Rhodey and Sam were comparing their flying style. Bruce and Natasha were flirting shamelessly and you were enjoying your beer while listening to a very talkative Bucky. He hadn’t shut up ever since Steve had brought up old Brooklyn. And all the girls Bucky was seeing… There was cockiness in his voice and pride in his attitude, two things not so usual.
Some people would call that a small party, a gathering, but to you, that was just another Friday night. Everything was perfect until F.R.I.D.A.Y announced one Nick Fury and one Maria Hills. Suddenly, everyone stopped talking and you simply swallowed hard. You felt it in the pit of your stomach. He was there for you. And it was never that simple with Fury.
“You’re having a party and didn’t invite me?” he mocked you, but Tony was faster.
“Sorry, we’re closed. Invitations only” he said very seriously. He was still not big on trusting him and honestly, he was right. You stood up and tried your best to hide behind Bucky’s broad silhouette. He sensed it and was confused but not a moment later, he froze. There was a moment of realization that you would understand later on. He tried to shield you from Fury’s view, while Steve… did the same, as he walked in front of you.
“It won’t take long. I just need to borrow her” he pointed directly at you and a rush of cold air was pushed down your lungs. No, every part of your conscience and subconscious was trying to warn you; it was as if your body was scarred to move. You shook it off and hesitantly walked towards him.
“It’s only gonna take a minute. I’ll be right back” you assured them but the look on Bucky’s face was one of dread. He reached out and grabbed your wrist. Fury rolled his eyes.
“I’ll be in the other room” he informed you but you really didn’t care about him. Your hand was on fire by his touch.
You looked worried as well but you couldn’t understand why. Bucky seemed to know more than he let on but now was not the time. He simply brought you closer to him with desperation. You didn’t know how to react. He had never been that touchy or that straightforward with you.
“Remember this, please” he begged you, and as you were going to ask what, why and other possible questions, he cupped your face and planted a pained kiss on your lips. Your breath was caught on the back of your neck, your mind shut down and your eyes had never closed that fast before. You felt the agony, the emotions flowing towards you, the pain-stained past… you felt him.
He let go, unwillingly. He looked pale as if he had seen a ghost; or maybe you were one. His eyes never left yours and when his hand fell through thin air, his breath hitched, he immediately tried to grab you but Steve called him, ever so softly, that you never heard it clearly. But alas, it had to happen.
Dumbfounded, you walked into the room with Fury, not being able to process anything, still feeling him close but too far away.
“You talk to no one, you change nothing, you come back to your boyfriend and you still say nothing, got it?” he deadpanned but you were too lost to be able to understand any of it.
“What do I do?” you asked purely out of habit. He went into details, nothing too descriptive. You had to use one of the things he gave you to be transported, whatever that meant, in and out of where you were going. You had to find a file with the number 32557038 in a military base and return home. Under different circumstances, you would have declined but you were not in the right mind and all you wanted to do was go back to Bucky and have a do-over. But, alas.
“You’re going now”.
“Press this when you’re ready and press it again when you’re done”. He didn’t give you much of a choice, as he pressed it for you, and you spun around.
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Bucky Barnes x Autistic Teen Daughter
Inspired by the ending of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, and also a continuation of Type of Love (you dont need to read it to understand this though). Bucky is a good dad pretty much
Word count: 1,091
Note: Not every autistic person experiences autism the same. I'm autistic and I am writing from my perspective of how I personally experience autism, but not everyone feels the same as me or has the same perspective as I do.
I hold onto my dad's metal arm tightly as I follow him out to the dock, his other hand holding a store bought cake. There's a feeling of vibrant energy coming off of everyone, which does make me relax a little.
Although the fight is far from over, Sam, Bucky, and pretty much everyone are just glad to have a break for a bit. Bucky has been noticeably more relaxed, relived that at least part of the fight is done with.
I've been anxious about this get together since I first heard about it, even though I know I have my dad with me and he wouldn't let anything happen to me. I mean, he's barely left my side since getting back anyways, I think he just needs the reassurance of having me around as much as I need him.
"If you want to leave that's perfectly fine, just let me know before you head back inside so I know where you are, yeah?" Bucky looks down at me as we walk along the dock. I give him a nervous smile and nod.
As we start nearing where all of the others are gathered, Sam's nephews run up to Bucky and start play fighting with him. I let go of his arm and step back, laughing at the scene unfolding before me. I chase after them and grab the cake from Bucky while laughing, not wanting him to drop it.
I shake my head and giggle at Bucky as he pushes his way to the front and runs ahead of the boys. I follow, but choose to walk instead so I don't drop the cake. The boys run off somewhere else as Bucky waits for me to catch up.
He takes the cake from me and sets it on one of the tables as I stay a step behind him, not wanting to bring attention to myself. A couple kids come running to the table at the sight of the cake and Bucky laughs before stepping back.
He wraps an arm over my shoulder and I lean into his side. "Burger or hot dog?" My head snaps up as I hear a voice, which came from a man, holding a spatula and wearing an apron. Bucky smiles and looks down at me, I hold up the number two and his gaze goes back to the man. "Two hotdogs please."
The man nods and leaves to get the food from the grill. I can tell just by the tone of his voice that Bucky is relaxed and happy. It's rare to see him like that anywhere besides our apartment or when we're in private. He has an almost calming effect on me and I slowly feel my nerves easing as well.
Bucky thanks the man and grabs both of our hotdogs for us, I keep my head down but still give a shy smile in thanks. I follow Bucky as he goes to one of the tables, and sits down. The table is empty aside from the two of us and is the furtherest away from where the cake is, wanting to avoid the loud children since loud noises always bother me.
As I put my hand down on the bench to sit down, I freeze and stand up. I've always hated how these wooden benches feel, they're a sensory nightmare for me, and of course I wore shorts today.
Before I can say anything Bucky scoots down closer to me at the end of the table and gently pulls me into his lap. I wasn't really expecting that, and the shock sent me into a fit of laughter for a moment as I hold onto the table, thinking I might fall.
He shifts me on his lap so it's more comfortable. I'm sitting on his lap sideways, trapped between Bucky and the table. The feeling of his soft jeans are much better than the scratchy wooden bench.
Bucky launches into a conversation with me, going on about something that happened with Sam. He knows that I'm most likely nonverbal right now, I am around most people that I am not close to, and even some that I am, like Sarah for example. It's nothing against the people, talking is just hard sometimes.
I smile as I watch the kids hang onto Bucky's metal arm. Bucky somehow turned into the kids jungle gym, but he doesn't seem to mind. He just stands there, acting like it's no big deal that he's holding two children with one arm.
I spot Sam a little ways away from everyone, staring out into the ocean. I glance back at my dad and catch his eye, pointing over to where Sam is to let him know where I'm going. He nods discretely and so I wander off from the group.
I slowly walk up next to sam on the dock. He looks down at me once he notices me and smiles. "Hey, you having a good time?" I nod in response, smiling back. We both look back into the ocean, admiring the pink and orange sky from the setting sun.
He wraps his arm around my shoulder and I lean into his side, both of us keeping our eyes on the view but appreciating the gesture. I can tell that Sam has a lot on his mind and he just needs this moment. We stand in comfortable silence, aside from the water in the ocean and the faint sounds of talking from the others.
I look over when I feel another body join my other side. I look up to be met with my dad, smiling down at me. I wrap my other arm around his waist, which makes him smile even wider. As he leans into me he hits Sam on the shoulder and pushes him away.
"Alright, can I have my daughter back now?" I'm thrown into a fit of laughter as Bucky gently pulls me into him. "Hey, now you see why I like your daughter more than you, cyborg." Sam snarks back playfully. They both laugh before dropping the act, deciding to leave the banter for another time, not wanting to ruin the moment.
Bucky pulls away and I wrap my arms around one of his and follow him as he walks off. He nudges Sam's shoulder on the way and Sam follows us with a smile after taking one last glance out at the ocean. We all walk back to the others, gentle and content smiles on all of our faces.
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apricity one-shot: the time florence got shot
apricity - the warmth of the sun in winter
warnings: gunshot wound, blood mention, mature language
pairing: bucky barnes x female oc
word count: 2,027
A/N: apricity will have a series of installments of one-shots to give in-depth glimpses of bucky, florence, and their story! this is one. thank you for reading! feedback is welcome!
Bucharest, Romania. 1990
Eight months into the year-long recon mission.
Florence wasn’t a stranger to the searing pain of a gunshot wound or the stinging radiation of a stab wound. She’s taken too many bullets to count, patching herself up in dingy bathrooms, dark back alleys, and now a safe house in Romania.
She stumbled through the barren apartment leaving a trail of blood, the Soldier nowhere to be found. She pushed the bathroom door open with bloody hands, her footing messily stumbled to the sink as she felt hot blood ooze down her hip. She tore off her tactical vest the bullet had managed to go through and peeled the sticky shirt off of her abdomen, the blood making the fabric stick to her skin uncomfortably. Gritting her teeth, she swiped an alcohol pad up the trail of blood, the movement ending at the entry wound.
The bottle of liquor was in front of her on the sink, leftover from the soldier when he had gotten stabbed the week before. She took the bottle in her hand, the glass smearing with blood, and shakily twisted the cap off and taking a long swig before she poured it on the wound. Florence yelped in pain, biting her shirt to quiet her moans of pain and to keep it out of her way. She places the bottle back down on the sink, the glass meeting the porcelain with a clink.
She fishes the tweezers out of the first-aid kit and runs them under the tap, the blood loss not giving her the energy to properly clean them. A deep breath in and then the metal enters the wound, blindly poking and prodding her flesh to try to find the slug of the bullet. Florence bites down on the blood-soaked fabric of her shirt so hard she’s afraid she’ll fracture her own jaw, her hands shaking so uncontrollably that she drops the tweezers into the sink. The shirt drops from her mouth as she leans against the porcelain, catching her reflection in the mirror as she drops her head and takes a deep breath in, closing her eyes.
Something shuffles behind her, she lifts her head slowly to look in the reflection of the mirror behind her. The soldier looms in the doorway, his broad figure taking up the entire space of the door as his eyes scanned the bloody mess of the bathroom. If Florence wasn’t so delirious from the blood loss, she would have noticed the panicked rise and fall of his chest or the mixture of concern, relief, and anger swimming in his eyes as he finally took in her slumped form.
The soldier enters the cramped bathroom without a word and picked the bloody tweezers from the floor. His hand meets Florence’s elbow, gently guiding her to sit on the closed toilet lid, ker skin was paling by the second from blood loss. Bucky reaches in front of her and grabs the whiskey, pouring it over the tweezers. He fishes around the first-aid kit for what, Florence doesn’t know, too busy trying to keep herself upright and not falling onto the floor. The last thing she wanted was for the soldier to carry her out of here like she was helpless.
The soldier found what he was looking for, busying himself with threading a needle to stitch up the wound once he got the bullet out. He hid the shake of his hands well, swallowing down the anxiety that settled in his bones. The thought of something happening to Florence sparked a fire inside if him that would never die out, the embers would always be lit even if it was only a dying ash. Bucky has killed for much less, he wouldn't bat an eye to do it for Florence, it would be the only time he would wash blood from his hands and not end up in a fit of panic. The length Bucky would go for her knew no end, he'd go to the ends of the earth.
He laid out gauze and pads along the sink edge, much more prepared than Florence. He could probably patch up a bullet wound in his sleep, only if he ever did sleep. Florence tiredly watches Bucky as he turns toward her with tweezers in hand, his stormy eyes never meeting hers and his jaw clenching angrily and shoulders tensing, his body rigid. The girl didn’t have the energy to indulge in his anger, she didn’t understand why he was even angry in the first place.
Bucky set the tweezers down on the edge of the sink, his hands dropping down to his belt, fingers working at the buckle. Florence watched in confusion as he undid his belt, metal and flesh fingers sliding it through the belt loops of his dark jeans. He wrapped the leather around his hand before sliding it off and motioning the folded leather towards her mouth, nodding for her to bite down on it.
He picks up the tweezers again and kneels in front of her on one knee, looking at her in a silent apology before he plunges the metal into her flesh. Florence bites down on the leather, eyes screwing shut as she balls her hands up in fists in her lap. Bucky continues to dig, the tweezers hitting a particularly tender spot, Florence’s hand flying to his shoulder and clutching his navy blue shirt, causing the man to pause for a moment and take a deep breath. The tweezers finally catch on something solid, Bucky pulling the bullet out quickly and pushing gauze to the wound as he drops the blood-soaked bullet into the sink, blood splattering across the ivory porcelain.
Florence drops the belt from her mouth, watching as it falls the ground between her and Bucky, who still kept pressure on the wound.
Bucky reaches across himself to grab the needle, finally speaking, “Hold the gauze.” His tone is cold and sharp, a night and day difference from the look in his eyes that expressed that he was scared and worried. Florence could usually read him like a book but now that book had slammed closed and locked itself away.
Florence places her hand over his as she takes over holding the gauze, Bucky sterilizing the needle with the remaining liquor in the bottle. He'd have to buy another tomorrow.
He turns back, fingers prying at her hand to remove the bloody padding as he began to stitch the wound closed, not bothering to warn Florence of the sting of the needle, this was her payback for making him feel like his entire world was ending at the fear of losing her. Only she didn't know that.
Time passed slowly as Bucky stitched her up, Florence gaining more awareness as she watched Bucky’s jaw tick, “I didn’t ask you to help me, so why are you mad? Is it the mess?” Blood was everywhere leading to and in the bathroom, she remembered their first month in the apartment, the soldier had yelled at her about her leaving a dish in the sink, something about not leaving a trace that they had been there. She called him paranoid then and she immediately regretted it when the look on his face read like she had just slapped him.
The soldier clipped the thread and started a new stitch, shaking his head, “No.”
Florence huffed, wincing as the needle plunged through her flesh again, sharp and pulling, “Then what’s wrong with you?”
“You should have been more careful.” Bucky spoke with a clipped tone, not daring to look up at her. If he did, he's afraid he'd crumble right on the floor in front of her.
If breathing didn’t feel like her sternum was going to crack, Florence would have laughed, “Are you kidding? You got stabbed last week and I didn’t say a word.” The soldier had entered the apartment at 3 in the morning clutching his side with one hand, a bottle of whiskey in the other and a sour scowl on his face. Florence sat awake on the sofa, she was waiting for him to get home, her anxiety growing as the clock continued to tick, and watched as he stumbled to the bathroom and locked the door. She didn't follow but heard the muttered curses through the thin peeling walls. She didn't sleep at all that night.
Bucky huffed as he finished up the final stitch, “That was different.”
Anger pooled in the girl’s eyes, “Please explain to me how that is different. Enlighten me.”
Blue finally met green, both staring at each other intensely, “It’s different because you are the one that got shot. You should have let me handle the mission today.”
This time Florence did laugh, ignoring the searing pain it sent through her entire body, “You know what? Fuck you. We were sent here to do a mission, that’s what I was doing. Do not treat me like I’m glass.”
Bucky immediately regretted partaking in this argument, he should have stayed quiet, otherwise, right now his feelings wouldn’t be bubbling to the surface, “I never said you were glass. I should have gone with you, protected you.”
All bets were off, Florence’s nerves were fried- frayed and raw and he had just rubbed salt in the wound, “Protected me?! I don’t need protecting! I got shot, end of story.” This conversation sparked a fire in Florence, everything she had been bottling up threatening to explode, taking multiple casualties in its path with no mercy. They were both going to drown in the emotion flooding the air between them.
That was Bucky’s final straw, his jaw ticked, eyes widened and suddenly he was yelling, voice bouncing of the confined walls of the dingy bathroom, “No! Not end of story! When I walked in, I saw a trail of blood and thought the worst, I thought I had lost you, Florence!”
Time froze, Florence’s brain malfunctioning as Bucky’s words sunk in, “You know my name.” All eight months, he called her soldier, never anything else. She silently prayed that eventually he'd recognize her, give her a dose of before, before all of this, and now it was finally happening. She watched as the soldier stood in front of her, his eyebrows furrowed and mouth parted like he had just gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
The two stared in silence before he spoke again, his tone significantly quieter as it trembled and shook with emotion, “I'll forget my own before I ever forget yours." Tears brimmed his eyes, "I remembered it last week. Along with a few more things I can’t place.”
Florence had been off the ice considerably longer than Bucky had before this mission, her memory had already come back to her in chunks. All of him. All of Bucky. Everything.
“What-,” Florence gulped, “What things?” Florence pleaded internally that it wasn’t what she was dreading.
"A ring? All I remember was that it was emerald. I never see the girl I give it to, it’s too blurry. And a pregnant woman? That one is the most confusing.”
Florence now had a vendetta with the universe.
Florence weighed her options of telling him the truth or lying to him, opting to tell him the truth. She settled on only one truth today, she couldn’t handle the other one, not now, “The ring was mine. You and I were together before this. We were engaged, you proposed right before you left for England in the war.”
Bucky only looked at her, a distant look in his eyes, “Oh.” That’s all he had to say, choosing to remain silent as he walked out of the bathroom, leaving Florence to fight the demons herself.
She twisted the lock on the door, slid down to the ground, and sobbed, not caring that Bucky could definitely hear her. Screaming at the universe or any higher being, she begged them to listen, pleading for something, anything. Death, escape, to wake up from this nightmare.
None of it was fair.
That night, Bucky and Florence slept through the night in the same bed for the first time, finding temporary peace in each other’s arms.
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Lucky charm [Bucky Barnes x Reader] - Requested
Title: Lucky charm
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Word count: 3k
Published: 19 June 2021
Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore
Notes: 1940s Bucky and I'm lowkey proud of this fic ^^
Warnings: Mention of dinner, alcohol
Summary: When you first meet Bucky, you only see a man drooling over woman, running after anyone with a skirt. But he captures you immediately and you can’t find it in you to reason with yourself. Before his mission you decide to give him a ‘lucky charm’ hoping for his successful return.
Inspired: [x] by a title ask I have received from @nuttytani
Request: [x] Prompts requested by @nuttytani for my celebration event.
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Fluff #4 - “Did… did you just kiss me?”
Fluff #11 - "Your bed hair is really adorable.”
Fluff #12 - "Aw, you’re blushing.”
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It was a chilly late evening as you walked across London's streets with Peggy Carter on your side, heading to Whip and Fiddle. You had better things to do then to chase some American superhero, but after hours of convincing from Peggy, you finally gave in. As an independent agent currently working with the British Forces in England, it was now your duty to follow Agent Carter around as though you were her lapdog. You liked the woman, you had nothing against helping her, but you hated useless missions and you especially despised following orders that made no sense to you. Agent Carter was a highly respected member of the Strategic Scientific Reserve with more than enough training to be able to protect herself. Still, you walked beside her on that chilly evening, following her diligently towards a pub you didn't even want to go near, to meet some superhero you didn't even care about.
"Could you keep sighing any louder?" She chuckled lightly, knowing how much you hated following people around.
"I understand how important your presence is, but I did not sign up to be a babysitter. No offence," you exhaled sharply, feeling useless in your situation.
"None taken," she smiled sweetly. "I understand how frustrating it can be, but if you are stuck with me, you could very well lighten up a bit," she winked, trying to lift your mood.
"We are heading to a pub full of drunk people who will stare at us as though we were their prey. I can't seem to understand why any of that should make me lighten up," you scoffed as you adjusted the gun tucked into the band of your skirt behind your back.
"I'm not saying you have to have fun, but think of today as a well-deserved vacation," she tried again, earning a deadpan look from you.
"This is most certainly the farthest possible option from a vacation I'd envision," you huffed as Peggy stepped into the bar, her head held high, attracting people's attention. As you looked around, you had to wander if instead of a pub, you might have missed the direction and stepped into a zoo. Men were shamelessly drooling over Peggy as she walked across the little room, hips swaying in her crimson red dress as she headed towards another adjoining room. Rolling your eyes, you followed her, trying to listen to the sound of your own high heels, hoping it would avert your growing anger from the animals hiding in human bodies.
"Captain," you heard her voice calling for the superhero, a flirtatious tone behind her words. You could barely swallow the chuckle that threatened to erupt from your lungs. Peggy was anything but subtle about her interest in the man.
"Agent Carter," he replied, his tone holding confidence. You stepped inside the adjourning room, leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed in front of your chest as you caught sight of the Captain with a slight blush across his cheeks, his eyes awkwardly studying every inch of the Agent, the confidence in his voice barely reflecting his nervous state. If it wasn't for your training, you would have missed it. The Captain could have seemed confident to a simple bystander, he could have fooled anyone, but to you, the way he fidgeted with his hands under his sleeve, the frequent, long bobbing of his Adam's apple and the tiny sweat drops on his forehead gave him away. The man was more than interested in Peggy.
But you couldn't hear the rest of their conversation, nor did you care as you already knew about their mission. Your attention however was more occupied when you caught sight of the man beside the superhero, his broad shoulders and confident stance projecting power. For a second you thought you liked what you saw, but that was only until you realised his eyes hungrily running over the Agent's figure, shamelessly staring at her curves. You imitated a gagging sound, more to yourself than for anyone to see.
"I see your top squad is prepping for duty," Peggy spoke up, referring to the drunken team members across the pub, but her eyes stayed intensely attached to the Captain.
"You don't like music?" The other man cut in before Rogers could reply, his eyes almost undressing Peggy.
"I do actually," she replied, her gaze never leaving the Captain's as though they were the only ones in the room. "I might— when this is all over— go dancing," she added suggestively, hoping Rogers would understand her indications. But before he could have said anything, the other man once again interrupted them.
"Then what are we waiting for?" He asked, clearly not understanding Peggy's interest in the Captain. You found it both humorous and somewhat pathetic.
"The right partner," she replied, her gaze watching the superhero with an inviting gaze, her words causing a loud fit of laughter to erupt from your lungs, this time having no time to stop it. All three heads turned to you with a questioning look as you tried to hide your laughter behind your palm.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt the show, please feel free to continue," you snickered as you removed an escaped drop of tear from the corner of your eyes, your vision slightly blurred. It took you a good few seconds to calm down, but as you finally regained yourself and lifted your gaze, in that instance, you felt the air get knocked out of your chest as you caught the other man's mischievous blue eyes. A charming grin started spreading across his face, turning into a rather cocky smile.
"Where have you been hiding this pretty little thing?" He asked his friend, but his eyes never left yours. With slow steps he headed in your direction, his smirk growing wider, hypnotising you. You have seen a few too many good-looking people throughout your career, but as you stood in front of the Captain's friend, you had to admit, he was possibly the most handsome man you have ever met. He stopped right in front of you, barely leaving any gap between you as he sneaked his fingers around your hand. "If you don't mind, I would like to introduce myself. James Buchanan Barnes," he spoke as he hinted a small kiss on the back of your hand, his eyes attached to yours, watching every single tiny movement you could have made. "But you can call me Bucky," he smirked.
"James it is then," you added with a tiny smile in the corner of your lips as you introduced yourself as well, earning a deep chuckle from Bucky.
"What a beautiful name. I have a feeling we will get along just fine," he replied even more confidently than before, gently squeezing your hand that he was still holding onto. "Would you like to drink something? I would be honoured to get to know you better," he held his hand out towards the bar, as though he was offering you anything you could ever ask for. But the playful little glint in his eyes reminded you to be cautious. You knew the type of man he was, running after anyone with a skirt.
"If I didn't think you were a gentleman, I'd believe your intentions are anything but pure and innocent," you raised a questioning brow.
"For you I would become a priest," he replied as he licked across his lower lip, his cocky smirk never faltering.
"And how many times have you used that line before?" You asked, squinting suspiciously.
"It's the first time," he nodded proudly.
"I'm inclined to believe you have offered to become various things to various women," you bit on your bottom lip playfully, his intense gaze burning your cheeks as his eyes wandered to your lips.
"But never a priest," he wiggled his brows playfully, earning a loud chuckle from you as you shook your head.
"Unfortunately, we have to leave," Peggy added with a small smile.
"You forced me to come with you and told me to have fun and when I finally enjoy myself, you want to drag me away?" You asked with a mischievous smile as you took a quick glance at the woman, before you focused your attention on Bucky again. "Well, unfortunately she is right. We have to take care of a couple of other things, before your briefing tomorrow," you added as you watched his eyes grow wider.
"Agent?" Peggy called for you, Bucky's head whipping around in a swift motion.
"Agent?" He asked, stunned as he turned back to you. "Will you be at the meeting?" He asked as he finally started to process your title.
"Wouldn't miss it," you smiled, pulling your hand out of his hold and walked out of the bar with Peggy on your side, without even glancing back at the mischievous man.
"James, huh?" Peggy offered you a knowing look, earning a scoff from you.
"Hey, I'm not planning on marrying him, but he is certainly good to look at," you shrugged, trying to hide your smile and regain your usually strict features, but you found it rather difficult.
"I didn't say anything," she replied after a moment of silence as she studied your face, a small smile growing across her pretty face.
"Stop staring at me, Agent," you said, but she didn't seem to care about your 'polite' request, she just kept smiling to herself, which left you groaning.
As the next morning arrived, the meeting room of the headquarters filled up with people. There were soldiers, sergeants, agents, captains, and everyone that basically mattered and had anything to do with the upcoming mission. It was rather packed, and you didn't want to take a seat between the two generals who had a spitting problem, so instead you leaned against the wall and waited for some of the missing members to arrive whilst studying your notes.
Reading through some of the key orders in your notebook, you lost yourself in planning some tactics. Your mind was so occupied when a man decided to stand beside you, inch by inch reducing the proximity.
"Morning," you heard a deep voice and immediately looked up, meeting Bucky's eyes. He wore a lazy, lopsided smile, his hair a mess, his eyes seemingly too tired to stay open.
"Aw, long night?" You asked, smirking at the man as a low growl left his lungs.
"Don't even. I can't even remember how much I drank. I'm surprised I didn't wake up in a hospital," he huffed, earning a chuckle from you. "I feel like shit," he scoffed as he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. "Sorry about the language," he quickly apologised for his swearing.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, your bed hair is really adorable," you smirked up at him as his eyes shot open, meeting your twinkling gaze. "Oh my, you're blushing," you snickered at the faint pink colour covering his cheeks.
"Adorable?" He asked with a questioningly arched brow. "That is not something a man likes to hear," he pouted, his face contorting in a grimace, but if anything, his childish sulking was even cuter.
"Men and their big ego," you heaved a heavy sigh as you turned back to your notes, the corner of your mouth curving into a tiny smile as you scribbled down some ideas. But Bucky wasn't done yet.
"It's not that it's a bad word, but a man wants to feel handsome, masculine, and sexy. If you said my bed hair was sexy, I would have liked it more," he offered you a challenging gaze as though he wanted you to repeat his words, but you weren't about to give in.
"Barnes, is it?" You asked, though you knew his name already, you couldn't have forgotten. "A second before I complimented you, you said you felt like shit and I could have gone and said you looked like actual shit, but I was being kind. So, if I were you, I would just accept the compliment and put a lock on my mouth," you offered him a faux smile and turned back to your notes.
"Feisty," he chuckled at your monologue. Leaning down to you, his lips caressed the shell of your ear, making you shiver. "I like that," he said with a smug grin across his face as he pulled away, making you roll your eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. But you couldn't stop the tiny little butterflies from appearing in the pit of your stomach, nor could you halt your heart from starting off at a heavy pace and your cheeks feeling warmer.
Without any further comment from either of you, the meeting has begun, your complete attention focusing on all the details you dotted down. You could have sworn Bucky's eyes fell on you repeatedly, but you ignored his gaze and forced yourself to listen to every word the generals discussed, trying to ignore the distraction Bucky's presence beside you caused.
The meeting finished fairly quickly and after most of the attendees left the room, you decided to head to your office, Bucky trailing behind you in a healthy distance.
"Can I help you," you asked as you turned around to face him, his steps halting. He wore a wide smirk as his eyes met yours, but no words left his lips, not even a sound. "Well, that is helpful," you scoffed as you turned around and continued your way to your office.
As soon as you arrived, you left the door open and sat down behind your desk, rearranging some of your documents. Bucky entered the room as well, not even waiting for an invitation. He knew you left the door open for him, he didn't debate that.
"Are you planning on speaking, or do you find enjoyment in staring at me?" you raised a brow questioningly, earning a half-scoff, half-laugh from him.
"Actually, I do enjoy looking at you," he shrugged nonchalantly. "It's a beautiful view."
"Oh, please, has that line ever worked?" You laughed as you shook your head.
"Never tried before, but from your expression, it seems it is," he wiggled his brows playfully, before he took a seat in the chair across your table. "Regardless of my shameful staring, I did have a question for you," he added, making you frown.
"Okay, what would that be?" You asked as you leaned forward and propped your elbows on the table, placing your chin in your palm as you waited for him to speak.
"I was wondering—," he started, but paused momentarily, "if you'd let me take you out for dinner," he said, his eyes watching you intently, for a moment even making you forget your own name.
"Erm—," you cleared your throat as you looked at the watch on your wrist. "Don't you have a mission to attend to in about 5 hours from now?" You asked.
"After the mission, of course," he chuckled playfully, though you could see his nerves, the way he fidgeted with his fingers, regardless of how confident he showed himself to be.
"You are going to have to return first," you offered him a playful smile, though deep down you didn't even want to think of a scenario where he didn't return.
"I will, if you say yes," he gave you a questioning look.
"That's not very fair," you chuckled at his silliness.
"I never said I play fair," he bit on his lower lip, impatiently waiting for an answer.
"Fine, but you better prepare your pocket, I like my food," you said, earning a wholehearted laughter from him.
"I will keep that in mind," he replied, his gaze lost in yours, for a moment just enjoying your presence beside him. Your heartbeat pulsed in your ears, your palms felt sweaty. You wanted to say something, but before you could, he quickly cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "I should go," a nervous chuckle left his lungs as he stood up from your table and headed towards the exit. A part of you wanted to stop him and tell him to return safely, whilst the other felt too proud to move or even let out a sound.
But your pride quickly got shoved to the back of your mind as your legs moved on their own. Standing up from your table, you quickly closed the distance between you and grabbed his wrist, turning him around. A shocked expression sat across his face, but you didn't wait for him to steady himself. Standing on your tiptoes, you cupped his face and pressed your lips against his. He gasped into the kiss, but he quickly collected himself, his arms sneaking around your waist, pulling you closer as he enjoyed the feel of your soft lips against his chapped ones, the warm and slow touch you offered him, your thumbs caressing his cheeks as his fingers drew small circles on your lower back.
As you parted, his cheeks were painted in a darker shade of pink, his lips falling open, shock clearly written across his face. "Did... did you just kiss me?" He asked as his small, but proud smile grew wider.
"Well, I'm not sure what you call it in America, but in England, yes, it is called a kiss," you snickered.
"Why?" He questioned, stunned, his arms still wrapped around you as your hands rested on his chest. He didn't want to let you go, he didn't want to go back to reality. But you didn't mind. You had to admit, it was too comfortable to get lost in his arms, enjoying his strong hold around you.
"Take it as a lucky charm so you can return in one piece," you giggled, slightly nervous about your boldness, but his increasing grin made your nerves settle.
"There's nothing that can stop me from coming back," he said, his smile radiating positivity, making your cheeks flush. He leaned down and pecked your lips, only for a moment, before he pulled back.
"Good," you replied as he let go of you, but reached for your hand to kiss the back of it, his eyes still connected to yours, keeping your attention only to himself. "Good luck," you breathed softly, earning a playful wink from him, before he turned around and left you in your office, giggling to yourself as though you were a child once again.
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First I just want to say your masterlist is the stuff of dreams 🥲 I want to live forever in each of your AUs. 🥰
Can I request a trinity au idea? Maybe one of the trio (reader?) is feeling a little left out and at like a gala or party someone is flirting with them and because they’ve been in weird headspace they entertain it a little and the other two are just like oh heck no this one is ours thank you and just picks them up and carries them out
left out — stucky
warnings || angst, flirting, sad!reader, fluff
You didn’t often felt left out, but for some reason, Bucky and Steve seemed to be playing favorites with each other. It had started when you went on mission with Natasha. You had been gone for two weeks and the boys had seemed to get in this routine of just being them.
Maybe you were just being insecure, but when you found them cuddled up in Bucky’s small bed with no room for you, you felt sadness wash over you. You guys always slept in Steve’s room, his bed was the biggest and fit you all perfectly. Why had they fallen asleep without you?
What you didn’t know was that this was purely an accident. Steve had gone in to get Bucky and they had just fallen asleep talking about what they wanted to get you for the upcoming anniversary.
Then there was shower sex they had the next morning, or how they went shopping the next couple days without you. They went on a whole date without you and you were just...depressed at this point.
Steve had been the first to notice you had been distant. It was the night before the gala and you had slept in your own room in a mess of blankets. Not that Steve knew this since you had locked your door. Bucky had asked where you were when Steve had come to bed.
“Something’s wrong,”Steve said with a frown, eyebrows pressed together.”FRIDAY said she’s asleep, but her door is locked. Did..did something happen?”
“I dunno, she hasn’t been very talkative since she got back from the mission,”Bucky sighed, worry now racking through his body.”You think FRIDAY would let us in?”
“No, I already asked.”
Neither of them barely got any sleep, and where morning finally came, you stayed locked in your room with only Natasha helping you getting ready for the gala. They didn’t see you until that night.
You dressed in a dark blue dress with red lipstick staining your lips, the smooth fabric curved over your assets perfectly. Bucky had caught sight of you by the bar with a faint smile on your lips.
His brows scrunched together, watching you carefully while you seemed to be nursing a fruit drink given to you by the PR agent for the Avengers. He was nice looking man and he was flirting with you.
“You are by far the prettiest of all the avengers, by far, you are my favorite,”The man, Josh, had gushed over you, hand stroking your arm gently.
Bucky nudged Steve with a clenched jaw, and when Steve laid his eyes on you, he thought he might see red. Out of the three of you, Steve was by far the most possessive of you. He puffed out his chest.
“Oh fuck no,”Steve grunted, shoving his drink into Natasha’s hands who had been talking to him. He started towards you with no hesitation, Bucky follow him to make sure he didn’t start too much trouble.
“Oh my god, you have no idea how much I needed that,”You smiled, a blush creeping on your face.”You aren’t too bad yourself, definitely my favorite PR agent..”
“Oh, now you’re just flattering me...”
You felt Steve’s chest against your back, hands gripping your hips harshly. He knew how much you liked it, but it was more to keep you close and have you in his arms. Your breath hitched, taking in the aroma of both your boys.
“What do you think you’re doing, bunny?”Steve asked, picking you up by your waist in a very possessive manner. Bucky stared down the man in front of you, striking fear in the innocent guy who just thought you were pretty. Josh had quickly scurried away when the super soldiers had crowded you, intimidated by their blunt strength and dominance.
“I dunno, he was just being nice,”You bowed your head in shame, frowning at yourself. You had liked the attention the boys had seemed to be depriving you of, or you had depriving yourself of.”What does it matter to you?”
“What’s goin’ on with you, peaches?”Bucky asked, his demeanor changing as soon as you were out of public eyes. He softened, more touchy as he tilted you chin up. Your back was pressed against Steve’s chest, his strong arm holding you close. It was the first time in a week that you had been so close to both of him.
You shrugged, tears welling up in your eyes. You didn’t know how to tell them about all the things you had been thinking. How you didn’t feel good enough or how they seemed so happy without you.”Just noticed how happy you guys are when I’m gone.”
Steve never spun you around so fast, his movements much faster than Bucky’s due the perfect serum. He had you caged under the wall , staring down at you with disbelief. Bucky wore the same expression. You felt overwhelmed by both of them being so close, craving the touch of your boys. You just wanted to be in their arms again.
“What would you make think that?”Bucky asked first, leaning against the wall next to where you were caged in. His hands coming to take one of yours.
“You guys have been...it’s just be you two since I got back, you slept in Bucky’s room without me the other night, you went on a date!”
“You think we’re happy without you? That we don’t miss you every second you’re away, Buck barely sleeps without you. He doesn’t sleep until he knows your safe, he’s so exhausted when you get back, he practically passes out, it was accident,”Steve tried to explain, his strength getting the better of him as his hand accidentally sunk in the drywall behind you.
“It wasn’t a date, baby,”Bucky added, eyes soft on you. It made your heart break a little,”We were getting some stuff for our anniversary.”
“You were?”You asked, feeling embarrassed at how you had gotten in your head. You held onto Steve’s arm, making him easy his grip.
“I thought...I thought you were mad at us, you lock us out, bunny, you’ve been so distant, and I’ve missed you so much. I hate not having you around, you ease me, I’m my best when I have both of you,”Steve told you, hands coming to cup your face.”We love you, we can’t survive without you.”
His lips molded against yours perfectly, his sweet kiss making you forget every insecurity you ever felt. This was what you needed, reassurance that your boys loved you.
Bucky pulled Steve away from you, tugging at your waist so he could embrace you. After a moment, he leaned away and hooked his finger under your chin to look at him.”Next time you get in that pretty head of yours, you tell me, okay? All this could have been avoided if you had just communicated. We should have realized sooner, okay? We’re all fault here, but we’ve got you now.”
You nodded, smiling at him faintly before kissing his lips too. Bucky held you close, made you feel safe and loved. They were right, you should have gone to them. Maybe then you wouldn’t have spent this week so alone.
It didn’t matter now. You knew you would never be alone, not as long as you had your boys.
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Wild Child - Chapter Seven
Y/N Stark was a wild child. Vandalism, drag racing, that kind of thing. She was untamable, filled with sarcasm and nothing else.
Her undeniable love for crackers leads her right into the man who would fix her, love her.
BUCKY BARNES X READER
Chapter Seven: Bucky? Gone. Tony? A dick. Y/N? Far too drunk for this bullshit
Warnings: Drinking, language, Bucky in love
They looked as though they had been together for years when, in reality, they weren't really together at all.
Bucky got his share of kisses on the cheek, enough to last him a lifetime. Y/N got to hold his hands, flesh and metal, in her own for as long as she wanted. Truthfully, she never wanted to let him go. Where they would usually go for a walk around the compound or something that got them moving, they stayed on the couch on Bucky and Steve's floor, just holding each other.
That was where they fell asleep, on that couch. Arms wrapped around each other. Y/N was holding him tighter than Bucky thought possible, her smaller hands almost ripping his shirt in her sleep. Bucky didn't fall asleep. He was awake the entire time, watching her, the way she breathed, the way her leg would twitch and her face would scrunch up in discomfort. The way she smiled, how her hands tightened on him and loosened as she dreamt.
At near to three in the morning, Steve walked into their living area. He placed his hand over Bucky's mouth and pressed his finger to his lips, keeping him quiet. Although they never made a plan, Bucky knew what he needed to do.
Slowly and carefully he unfurled Y/N's fists and lifted her off of him. He laid her down on the couch and draped a blanket over her sleeping figure. As much as he didn't want to leave her, Bucky knew he had to for any chance of seeing her again.
When she woke up the next morning she was alone. Both Steve and Bucky were gone. The floor looked like they hadn’t been there for weeks. The only clues that they had ever lived there was the clothing left in their rooms.
If Y/N thought she was capable of breaking down and crying, that was what she would’ve been doing. But she couldn’t. Instead, she grabbed her cane and went about her morning like nothing was wrong.
She made her way back up to her floor, taking the stairs to challenge herself, to push her body. By the time she got to where she needed to be she wiped the sweat from her forehead and walked into her living area, where her dad was already by the home bar.
“A little early to be drinking, isn’t it?”
Tony ignored her. He emptied his glass, throwing it back when he turned to his daughter. “How was your day with the terminator?”
“You don’t really want to know, do you?”
“Not particularly.” He placed his glass down and walked over to the couch. “You still have until tonight with him. You wanna go back down there?” His eyes were trained on her as her lips curled into a smile.
That confirmed it. Tony hid a little grin of his own. He raised his eyebrows to his daughter, shook his head and turned away.
Tony knew of the plan. He knew it existed, not what it consisted of. When the Avengers were put on task to find and detain, well, the Avengers, he knew everything had gone to shit.
He couldn’t say no. The government basically owned them now. For his family’s sake, he had to do what they asked, had to hunt down his friends and bring them in. It didn't matter how much his daughter was going to hate him, he was doing this for her.
Tony knew she wouldn't realise it at first, would resent him for the rest of her life, but it would be worth it to keep her out of trouble.
"Do you miss him?" Tony asked one night. It was one of those rare occasions where he and Y/N were sitting peacefully, watching a movie. Both of them were fidgeting, of course. Neither Stark was able to sit still for very long. Call it a side effect of genius.
Y/N scoffed and propped her leg up on the coffee table. She had only a few weeks left with her cane but was a little but unwilling to give it up. Even with it she would still stumble. Pain would still shoot up her leg and she would crash to the floor, but she never let anybody see her fall. The one person she could be vulnerable around was gone and she didn’t know when she would see him again. “What do you think.” She picked at her nails.
“You know he’s now a threat to the US, right?”
“He’s not the threat. The Winter Soldier was the threat. The Winter Soldier doesn’t exist anymore. He’s not a threat to this fucking country. He’s just a guy.”
There was nothing he could say to make this better, nothing he could say to get her on his side. Not that Tony wanted her on his side. He sat up. “Okay. Here’s how this is gonna go.” He flexed his fingers. “You’re gonna tell me their plans and I’ll bring him in.”
“I think you’re losing your mind already, dad.” She stood up and turned off the television. “Why in the fuck would I tell you what I know? I don’t even know anything! I just woke up one morning and…” She took a breath to steady herself before the tears started falling. No, Y/N Stark does not cry. “And he and Steve were both gone, okay? No note, no goodbye, nothing.”
She stormed off, going to the one place she had felt comfort in recent months: Bucky’s room.
When Y/N had him there, she rarely went into his room. It was where she had first kissed him, where they had eaten breakfast on Saturday morning. It was where she had been crashing for the last week. Somehow the sheets still smelled like him. The pillow on the left side of the bed smelled like him and Bucky didn’t even sleep on the damn thing. That bed was reserved to sit on, for the little bit of comfort he was able to have. God knows it was too much when he was sleeping.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y,” she called, face pressed into his pillow. “Where is my dad?”
“In the lab with Miss Romanoff, Miss Stark.”
“Give me audio.”
“You are not authori-”
“Override Star Spangled, password Eat shit.” Tony thought he was clever. He didn’t want Steve to eat shit, not in the slightest. It was just the most ridiculous code name and password he could think of. Something that would keep his daughter out. Well, it didn’t do a very good job.
As soon as the last word left her mouth, the audio patched through. “Why are they going to an airport in Germany?” Came Natasha’s voice.
Tony’s hum was audible, as was him typing away at something. “He didn’t search where they’re trying to get to, but this is the airport they’re headed to. We could meet them there and cut them off. Bring him in and all of that.”
“What about Y/N?”
“She’s not coming with us, if that’s what you mean. If we go now she won’t notice.”
But she was already gone. Already running through the tower with a bottle of whiskey in her jacket pocket. The only thing that could give her away was the sound of her cane hitting the floor, but everybody was too busy suiting up to notice.
When she got to the hanger, F.R.I.D.A.Y was already powering up the jet they were going to take. Y/N ducked as she climbed aboard. It was easy enough to stow away. She hid behind equipment, guns, tactical gear and more. Her cane was propped against the wall, hidden behind a gun.
Soon everybody else was aboard. Her father sat in the pilots seat, his suit already on. “Yeah, Happy. Pick him up and fly him over. Get him ready and tell him we’ll meet him there. Don’t let him do anything stupid on the way in.”
Him? Who the hell was he? She stayed hidden, pulled the guns closer. It was impossible that nobody spotted her, heard the involuntary squeak she made as she slid slightly with the loose gear. From the minute they took off a wave of sickness overtook her, and she uncapped her drink. Somebody heard it sloshing around as she lifted the plastic bottle to her lips.
When they landed, the others quickly filed out. Y/N waited one minute. Another. And then another. And then another. And then another. The bottle of whisky was full when her journey started, almost half empty by the time she left the jet.
The burner phone in her pocket buzzed. “What floor are you guys on?”
“I still can’t believe you’re doing this.”
Sam told her the floor they were parked on and Y/N was quick to hang up. She grabbed a gun, the smallest one she could find (which, looking back, wasn’t the best idea) and made her way down to the floor they were on.
Her cane barely touched the floor as she ran. She ignored the slight pain that was there and instead focused on getting to him. Where her dad and his team went up, she went down. Down at least three levels until she found Sam, Steve, Bucky and a guy that looked way too excited. Wanda and Clint were stood to the side, looking not too happy to see her. She was a Stark, after all.
Sam might’ve greeted her. Steve might have done the same. The stranger might’ve shouted, “Is that Y/N Stark?!” a little too enthusiastically, but she didn’t care. Not when he was stood there looking at her like that.
She said nothing. Stayed silent. The only nose was her cane hitting the floor as she ran to him, wrapped her arms around him. “You’re a prick,” she whispered, head against his shoulder as Bucky lifted her into his arms. “No note, no goodbye! I actually worried about you!”
Considering the circumstances, Bucky was grinning. He was grinning from ear to ear. Both of his hands were on her ass, keeping her against him as he kissed her cheek and pressed his forehead to hers. “You’re cute, doll,” he whispered, not much caring that the others were watching. “I don’t think you should be here but I’m so damn happy to see you.”
She hopped down, leaned against him and turned to her favourite sort-of uncle. “So, what’s your stupid plan? New guy, go and grab my cane would you?”
She listened to her father talk, threaten her sort-of uncle and the man she was falling for. God, he loved to talk. She was the same, too much like her father for her own good. Whistling, she climbed on top of a van, flicked off the lid of her drink and raised her gun. “Can you please shut the hell up?”
For the first time in his life, Tony Stark was shocked into silence. “You’re not meant to be here. She’s not meant to be here so can we please refrain from shooting at her?” He squinted his eyes at her. “Have you been drinking? Are you drunk?”
“She’s also injured,” shouted Steve.
“You’re grounded, kiddo!”
She trained her gun on her dad. “I know every weak spot in that suit. You really want to do this? And I'm not drunk, by the way. Getting there, but not drunk.”
“Alright, I’ve had enough.” He cupped his hands around his mouth. “Underoos!”
Suddenly Steve’s shield was gone from his hand. There was a thing on the chopper opposite her, just sitting there like he hadn’t swung out of nowhere. The eyes on his suit narrowed on Y/N. “Oh my God, You’re Y/N Stark! My friend has had the biggest crush on you since we were kids!”
Her eyes widened. “Is that a child? You pulled a child into this? Dad! That’s irresponsible as hell!” She shouted and turned her attention to the boy on the chopper. “How old are you, kid?” She raised her eyebrows, waiting for an answer.
“Enough!” Sam came flying over her. “Let’s just get this over with, okay?”
“Fine by me.”
“Let’s do this.”
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So hello guys!!
There is a Bucky Barnes piece on its way. It's two parts and approximately 20k words. Yeah it's big.
It is exactly what you think. If you scroll down my page you will see it too.
I am done with the first part (10k) and I am so happy to begin the second one.
Soft, precious, unaware and hopeful Bucky is a treasure.
Be ready when it drops.
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until you came along. [ b.b ]
a dad!bucky barnes x fem!reader wherein bucky finally gets to meet his little one.
WARNING: bucky hinting about his past but aside from that nothing else! maybe this fic giving you baby fever idrk, time is set somewhere after the events of tfatws, and lowercase intended!
A/N: hi my baby fever is torture and im dragging you along with me. dad!bucky has been stuck in my head for so long now and i’ve been feeling guilty abt not sharing that with you. please reblog the post, it really means a lot!
if someone was to tell bucky from a few years back he would be an expecting father, he would probably chuckle bitterly as he turned down the idea; but here he was now, rushing in the middle of the car-filled streets of new york, to finally meet his new born baby.
he cursed under his breath as the cab he was in turned into another corner that had cars barely moving, fingers drumming against the sides of his thighs as he tried to calm himself down, his right arm pulling out his phone to see multiple messages from your mother, asking where was he as you were already in active labor一 that was several hours ago.
he and sam were on a mission, taking down some mafia gang that wanted to smuggle in illegal goods in trade for stolen a truck filled with stolen vibranium; his mind replaying how he didnt want to leave the hospital and stay by your side, but you pushed him to go, not expecting that the infant would arrive later that day.
as soon as he saw the tall building of the hospital you were at, he paid the driver and got out of the car, sprinting all the way to the entrance where his father-in-law was waiting, “i’m so sorry i couldn’t come sooner一” were the words that left bucky’s mouth until he was cut off, “it’s alright, you should head up, your little one’s waiting upstairs.” your father said, patting him on the back as he motioned with his other hand to go.
weaving his way inside, he quickly found your room and composed himself, standing up straight as he caught his breath, smoothing the invisible wrinkles on his clothes before slowly opening the door, peeking his head through its crack to see your sleeping figure on the bed, your mother sitting right by your side.
“bucky!” your mother quietly greeted, standing up to give him a hug. her smile was wide as she stared at his almost organized look, his hair still in a disarray from the rush he was in moments prior. “both of your angel’s are sleeping as of the moment, you should get some rest too, son. me and f/n will go home and set everything up for the baby” she calmly said, motioning the seat that she was previously in.
a small smile formed on his lips as he nodded, wanting to actually take a seat and be with you. “thank you for looking after her, ma.” he answered, hugging the woman tightly before letting go, waving his had as she left the room.
he quietly walked over and took a seat, observing the small sleeping figure inside the clear bassinet next to your bed, tears forming up in his eyes to see such a peaceful little face. gently raising a single digit over the crib, he gently caressed the baby’s hand which held onto his finger, “hey there, little one. I’m your dad.”
you stirred awake, body feeling extra sore still from giving birth, you were about to open your eyes when you heard bucky’s voice, “... and i was probably more scared than your momma could ever be at that moment, my little angel.” you opened your eyes a little to see bucky carrying the infant in his arms, sat down, slightly facing the window.
the warm rays of the early sun peeked through the blinds of the window, illuminating the peacefulness displayed on his face, “when your momma said that she had a suspicion you were in her belly, she was scared that i would leave ‘er, since we weren’t even into a year of dating一 little did she know that i feared what would become of us.”
your heart broke silently as you tuned into his confession to the baby, “i’m way older than your grandma and grandpa, i’m afraid that i could never see you grow up, i’m afraid that your momma would leave me for someone younger, that could be better a dad than old me.” his voice was soft, fragile almost as cradled your son.
“but i set those fears aside when i saw you sleeping in that crib of yours, lookin’ so angelic as you slept. i could have only wished to start a family before since i… i was considered to be someone so dangerous; i’ve always thought i would never find love but momma came along and proved me wrong, and now you’re here with me.” bucky continued, raising the small babe up to place a gentle kiss on his forehead.
“i’ve seen so much on this earth that i thought i’ve seen everything it has to offer. your dad’s cool since he got to fight such a big alien and so many bad guys before but i never really realized how much of life i missed until i saw you open your eyes and look at me. i’ve never deemed my life so… worthy until i you and momma came along.” bucky finished, bringing up his flesh hand to wipe the tear that had managed to escape, sighing softly.
you also brought a hand up, wiping the tears that you didn’t even notice away before quietly calling out your husband’s name, making him look back at you with a big surprise, quick to get on his feet and sat by your bed, his flesh hand holding onto yours as he leaned down to place a kiss on your lips. “how long have you been up, darling?”
you smiled tiredly, “just enough time to hear you ramble on to your son.” your tone light and teasing, making the latter chuckle in embarrassment that you had caught him being so soft, “who knew mr. bucky barnes could be such a softy.”
“for someone who just gave birth, you sure are in a teasing mood, baby.” he groaned, shaking his head at your antics. “i’m sorry i couldn’t be here for you when this little troublemaker arrived, y/n.” bucky apologized, looking at you with a small yet disappointed smile. “i knew i should have never taken up that mission.”
you squeezed his hand, shaking your head firmly. “no, james, don’t ever blame yourself for that.” you started off, “i said that you should go一 besides, you’re here now, with me and our little prince and that’s what matters.” you reassure him, bringing his hand up to your lips to place a gentle kiss on his already healing, bruised up knuckles.
bucky sighed softly, knowing better than to argue with you about that, “i know better than to argue with you about that, y/n.” he retorted softly, heart filled with love as his vision bounced from your featured to the sleeping one in his arms, gently exclaiming, “my god, i love you both so much.”
you laughed softly, warmth spreading throughout your body at the sight of the, now two, men in your life, “and we love you too, bucky. we love you too.”
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