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winter-soldier-vibes · 3 hours ago
Main Masterlist
Hello everyone! after some suggestions from a friend, and seeing how many older fics I have, I have decided to make a masterlist. I will update as I go, and put the dates last updated. I’m trying to branch out more with my writing as well. This includes most of my fics, as I write more I may separate the more serious ones from the lighter ones
A lot of my fics deal with mental health topics. Each fic has warnings listed at the top, and if you feel that they may be upsetting or harmful to your journey please feel free to skip them.
I’ve sorted them into general categories, some of them may cover a few but I’ve put them into the most prominent category. I got specific with Bucky x reader because let’s be honest, there’s so many
If you have any requests, ideas, or want a friend, asks and DM’s are open! 
Bucky Barnes (Comfort)
Come Back Home
Where’s my White flag?
Take the Pain away - also includes drug addiction
It Shouldn’t Happen to Me 
Never free of myself - also includes self harm
I can’t be alone right now - also includes self harm
Let me In
Happy Pills
You’re my priority
All I ever do is run
I swear, I’m fine
Eating disorder
I Don’t Hate You Like I Hate Myself
What’s going on with you?
Why do you bother with me? 
Running on Empty
Empty Words - you go through a break up and Bucky comforts you
If I were someone else - reader and Bucky have feelings for each other, both too insecure to say anything
Just give me more time - reader has a near death experience and shuts Bucky out
I am my worst enemy - No reader, Bucky’s internal thoughts between TWS and CACW
I’m Dangerous - Reader comforts Bucky after a nightmare
Bucky Barnes (Fluff)
You’re not going to work - Bucky wants cuddles
40′s Bucky
Are you looking down upon me? - You’re Bucky’s girlfriend in the 40′s and are devastated by his death. Until the winter soldier comes for you
How do I do this without you? - You’re Bucky’s sister trying to cope with the loss of your brother
Coney Island - your last date with Bucky before he ships out with the 107th
Steve Rogers
You saved me - reader gets snapped away by Thanos and is reunited with Steve in 2023
I didn’t have the right words to say - comfort for depression/self harm
Am I wrong? - comfort for depression/trust issues
Just let me go - comfort for suicidal thoughts
Sebastian Stan
You just have to keep trying - includes eating disorder
But words can never hurt me - in which reader is an actress and hate messages get to her. Includes self harm
Don’t let me forget - you break up with Sebastian and then regret it
I wanna dance with somebody - in which you get Sebastian to try a new type of workout 
One Step at a Time - includes eating disorder
Lance Tucker
I got your back - includes eating disorder
I was never good enough for you - includes self harm
Emma - Based off a Friends episode
What do you meme? - in which Steve, Bucky, and Sam get pulled over for being distracted looking at memes, and they have one phone call
She’d rather be beautiful than alive - comfort for eating disorder
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belleinhell · 3 hours ago
Genesis- Chapter 14
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Warnings: Smut, me crying, Cute Henry, Genesis and Spence
“I don’t wanna leave you on the night of Halloween.” Genesis whined at the team especially to her brother who shook her head.
“Well it was either that or throw drugs in your locker and fire you.” Penelope Garcia piped up making the Brunette’s eyes wide
“Let’s face it, Reign…you’re a workaholic and we just convinced you to lead a normal life.” Derek laughed as the girl rose her eyebrows.
“Define normal.” Derek just sipped on his coffee and walked away with a smirk.
“Hey…” a new voice popped up making genesis smile at the familiarity and ran into the Man’s arms.
“Did you do it?” she hugged him tighter when she received a nod in response “I am so so proud of you.” she whispered, pulling back, James Barnes dipped his head pecking the woman’s lips.
“Whoa, hey, brother still here.” spencer Reid pulled back the girl with a protective scowl, the room filled with laughter at the scene before them.
Just then JJ entered the room with a smile “alright everybody I have an announcement to make, as I’m sure some of you are aware Henry was a little nervous going trick or treating this year but he’s decided to anyway.” she announced making everyone smile.
“What changed his mind?” Derek questioned.
“The BAU did.” she clarified “I told him he should go out on Halloween and try to figure out which monsters are real and which ones are not.” the teamed beamed at her explanation.
“So he wants to be a profiler.” Aaron asked with a rare and beautiful smile.
“Ah! He wants to be his favorite profiler.” she moved aside to reveal Henry dressed up as his godfather making the room give out sounds of delight and his godparents immediately rushing to him.
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James watched as Genesis styles the child’s hair as spencer complimented him, she quickly lifted the child up on her hips and snatched spencer’s id from him attaching to the Henry’s cardigan “oh he’s official” they smiled.
Emily Prentiss was more focused on the look of adoration on James and moved towards him as Genesis and the others conversed among themselves “that’s cute.” she commented breaking him out of his daze “you love her.” she continued making the man nod “and you know I’ll shoot you multiple times if I find out that you hurt her.” James nodded gulping as her face turned into an innocent one “good, please take care of her, she deserves it.” Emily pleaded as the man gave her his word.
“hey Nes!” he called out to her and nodded towards the door indicating it was time to leave after hundreds of hugs and kisses and promises the couple headed back to her apartment.“So where are you guys headed?” Derek asked as Genesis took a deep dramatic breath. “Home.” she nodded receiving funny looks from her team mates and boyfriend.She laughed at them
“it was pretty funny, couple of weeks in Louisiana and then Brooklyn.”
James turned her around when she closed the door behind her, not giving enough time to even turn on the lights “can I kiss you?” he asked and immediately pressed his lips to hers after receiving a meek ‘yes’ from her, the once slow and innocent kiss turned into a lust filled hungry one “you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you” He mumbled against her mouth.
“I want this, I want you, you can never hurt me” she cupped face, he quickly pushed her back against the door while her hand fumbled over the wall to find the switch.
A shatter rang through the place when the light turned on, the couple laughed the broken vase on the floor as a result of turning on the lights “I hated that vase anyways.” she muttered with a small chuckle.
“Jump.” he whispered in her ear which she happily obliged to, turning into a moaning and panting mess when he attacked her neck with kissed, nibbles and bites.
“oh my god Bucky!” she gasped when his kisses hit her sweet spot, she could fell his smirk on her skin, he pulled back and kissed her lips again, angling their faces and tongues, He moaned into her mouth when her fingers tangled into his short brunette locks , sending shivers down her spine and wetness gather in her panties.
They quickly moved to her bedroom as he dropped her on the bed, hovering on top of her his “too much clothing.” he groaned in a deep voice making her let out an involuntary moan, he rushed to remove her shirt and pants, leaving her in her innerwear.
“So. Fucking. Beautiful” he praised making the heat rush to her cheeks.
“Too much clothing.” she spoke up undoing his pants when his hands stopped her.
“No, tonight is all about you.” he said sternly and immediately discarded his clothing and moved up to unclasp her bra.
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His tongue glided all the way from her neck, to the valley between her breasts, nipping it and kissing it making her whine, to her stomach, caressing her hips when he finally came to the destination he so desperately wanted.
He now faced her throbbing slit, he could see how wet she was, he looked up at her, asking for consent and when he received a nod he removed her underwear without skipping a beat, diving into her pussy, eating her out like a starved man.
His vibranium arm went to her stomach holding her down while she whined and moaned from above him, writhing with pleasure. She tangled her fingers in his hair pushing him deeper between her legs eliciting a moan from him the vibration making her moan his name out loud.
His tongue swirled around her clit with such skill she arched her back moaning louder than ever.
“Bucky Barnes, fuck me right now before I kill you.” she panted out, him giving her a boyish smirk he moved up kissing her lips and asked for a condom, she moved towards her bedside table pulling one out which he immediately accepted and rolled it on.
He almost laughed when she angrily whined as he teased her with his tip rubbing up and down her slit, his dog tags dangling over her, she hissed in arousal when the cold metal rubbed her skin, she quickly grabbed his ass and pushed him into her, both of them letting out a moan at the contact, and he gave her the time to adjust to him, moving slowly when she nodded in approval.
His once slow thrusts became fast and hungry, as the room filled with grunts, moans and the sounds of skin contact. He pinned her arms above her securing it with his metal arm smirking as she gasped at his action. The two were desperate for a release.
“Bucky.” she gasped feeling the knot in her stomach.
“me too, come for me doll.” as if those words were magic she moaned his name louder as her walls clenched around him in pleasure when she came, making him moan out at the sensation as he felt himself spilling into the condom.
The two panted out of breath as they rode down their highs, the man rolled off of her to the side, discarding the condom. He rolled over, facing her, his left hand making its way to her cheek, gently rubbing it. “You were amazing love.” her heart fluttered at the nickname as she gave him a smile
“This is everything I dreamed of and more.” she smiled at him. She moved up and placed a chaste kiss to his lips. She moved her body so she could lay her head on his chest and he instinctively moved so he could hold her.
“I’ll be right here when you wake up.” he whispered kissing her head “Genesis?” he called out to her, she tilted her head to she could meet his cerulean orbs “I love you.” he mumbled making her laugh.
“I love you too” he grinned wider admiring her naked body on top of his, her hand clutching on to his dog tags, like it did the first time the fell sleep together. He brushed her short brown hair and lightly kissed it before he drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
The morning sun spilled into the room, Genesis was the first to wake up as she groaned at the light contacting her eyes, her hands letting go of the dog tags she was holding. It took her a minute to realize she was laying on the chest of James Barnes, the thoughts of last night flooded her mind, a smile gracing her lips. She looked over to the clock reading the time, she moved her hand up, running her fingers through his short brunet locks making him shift in his place, his eyes fluttered open immediately squinting his eyes trying to adjust to the light. It wasn’t long before his eyes met with her own doe orbs. “Good morning.” she whispered moving up to kiss his lips.
“Good morning Nes” he spoke in the same tone into her lips.
“we,” she stood up, walking to her closet as James watched her move around the room naked, adorning a smile of admiration and love on his face while she picked out her outfits “have to catch a flight in two hours.” she turned around facing him, screwing her face together “what?” she laughed he just shook his head smiling wider.
“It’s a pretty good sight before me.” she scoffed at his response and threw a shirt at him.
“so whipped.” she pointed her finger at him, he pouted as she moved into the bathroom to ready herself for the day “I never said you couldn’t join me sergeant.” she poked her head out which made the ex-assassin almost run into the bathroom much to her amusement.
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“Boys!” she laughed as AJ and Cass ran up to the couple, pretending to knock them down as James hovered around them with the cake pretending to throw it on them.
A shrill scream sounded through the area making the couple snap their head towards captain America with a surprised look, he almost fell over making his way to the two and poked Genesis’ neck whose hand flew up to the place with a confused look “hickey…” he stuttered looking between the two “oh my god.” he repeated making the couple furrow their eyebrows in amusement while the moved and sat on the table with the Mother and children.
“Sarah, your brother is being a bother.” Genesis complained making the woman laugh.
“Join the club.” she scoffed looking at her brother who still had his mouth open.
“Yes, Samuel we’re dating now.” she deadpanned closing his mouth for him.
“Jesus, finally.” he breathed out making everyone laugh at his antics.
Genesis’ POV:
I was talking to the people Sarah introduced to me and glanced at Bucky, as if he felt me looking he turned around giving me a warm smile which made my heart melt, he immediately jogged over to me making me roll my eyes when his arms circled my waist pulling me against his waist.
“hi.” he whispered in my ears as I leaned my head back on his shoulders, Sarah smirked at me before walking to Sam who I saw was repeatedly hitting her pointing towards us. What a child.
“I am working.” I stated looking at his pout which made me hit him lightly. I scoffed when he let out a sound of hurt “oh so you can fall 200 meters and not handle a slap…that’s right, I have the video.” I smirked referring to the video I got when the two were in Munich. Thank you Samuel Thomas Wilson. He groaned as he reached out to get the food from me. I slapped his hand away.
“Wow you’re a violent lady” he whined and I innocently smiled in satisfaction.
“Stop being a dramatic piece of shit.”
“Okay you’re gonna be like this even if were dating?” I nodded vigorously.
He turned me around grabbing my cheeks and pulling my lips to his, Sarah came over and grabbed my spatula shooing us away, Bucky gladly took the opportunity to take me to the dance floor and his hands found my waist and mine fount his neck as we swayed around laughing our feet dancing to the music playing in the background.
After a while I ran to the place everyone were taking picture with Sam and I waited for my turn and jumped on his back, the two of us laughing as the picture was taken, I took multiple pictures, both of us looking like total idiots in every single one of them.
I looked at Bucky who stood beside be balancing the kids hanging to his vibranium arm while he dramatized his stories. He was truly happy, I could see it, and I believe everyone could. He deserved it more than anyone.
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It felt peaceful, my legs were dipped in the water when Sam walked over “for the first time in a very long time, I don’t have to fight my way through.” I spoke as he sat next to me.
“I can see that, I’ve never seen you this loosened up.” I laughed at his comment.
“Me neither.” I nodded he threw his arms around my shoulder.
“I’m happy for you Gen, truly.” I nodded leaning onto him.
“And I’m so proud of you Sam, truly.” I smiled at him and stood up, pulling him up and hugged him.
“Thank you Gen.” he smiled softly “hey, food’s being served.” he noticed making me snap my neck towards him.
“Gah! Finally!” I threw my head back, he laughed and threw his arms around me again, the two of us walking over to everyone.
It was beautiful, the fairy lights swimming on top of us as me and James swayed to the music, not like the goofy dance before but just us in each other’s embrace when I looked up in realization, he furrowed his brows in concern “what?”
“You’re my home” I muttered to him, a smile slowly growing, his expressions matched mine
“And you’re mine, always and there’s no one else I’d rather be with.” he proclaimed pulling me closer as we swayed to the slow music playing, letting ourselves to relax.
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belleinhell · 4 hours ago
Genesis- Chapter 13
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Warnings: blood, character death, violence.
A/N: look at Samuel...a literal angel
“Nessy, I think it’s time you take a break.” The girl looked up from her file looking at the source of the voice “From fighting…” He explained further making her tilt her head in confusion. It had been a week since she arrived back to Quantico, there was one case in that week which was pretty short so they were back and writing their reports on it.
“Nessy, you’ve been going from one fight to another since you found out you existed, now you’re here in the FBI hunting Serial killers. I think you should take a break.” Genesis closed her file and looked at him taking a deep breath knowing deep down Spencer Reid was right. “You know I’m right because you’re being hyper non-verbal about It.” he chuckled at her.
“I was thinking about it too.” she admitted “but I don’t want to leave you.” Spencer Reid got up gaining the attention of the other agents’ attention.
“You worry too much about me.” he laughed crouching in front of her “I’m a big boy now, I’ll be fine as long as I hear your voice every day.” he assured her.
The team listened intently to the conversation knowing where it was going to end
“But how is it fair to you guys?” she frowned when Emily Prentiss joined in.
“If we keep you here…how is it fair to you?” Genesis snorted at this “I’m really doing this?” she breathed out.
“Babe, it’s 2023 it’s not like we’ll never see each other” JJ spoke up slinging her hand on her shoulders.
“I agree Reign, it’s time you took a break for yourself, focus on you.” making the group flinch and look at the Unit chief.
Genesis was just about to reply when she felt her phone vibrate, she dug into her pocket and fetched out her phone, immediately answering it seeing that the caller was Sam Wilson, the team watched her as her expression changed to a serious one. “I’ll be there” she assured and hung up.
“One last fight?” she smiled sheepishly at her team.
Genesis’ POV:
I immediately flew over the city, following Sam’s coordinates, I was just over the Bridge when I saw Sam pummel to the ground with a burning chopper heading towards the civilians, I joined my arms sending a golden force field freezing the chopper and pushing it into the water.
“Nice suit!” I laughed, landing on the ground, I liked it, that doesn’t mean I won’t make fun of it.
“Don’t you dare.” he warned, knowing where I was headed throwing a comm towards me which I caught with ease.
“I didn’t say anything, take a compliment Wilson.” I pouted as we took off in different directions.
“Nice of you to join Nes!” James yelled blocking a man who tried attacking him with a metal pole, I rolled my eyes, pulling my wings in and throwing the man away with my powers.
“You’re welcome” I huffed out before the man punched me making me lose my balance.
“James go!” I yelled at him noticing Karli burning the truck, he looked at me for a second before running towards the fire. “Son of a bitch.” I cursed breaking my hands free from his grasp and throwing force at him, knocking him out.
“Genesis! Contain the fire.” James yelled, repeatedly punching the door, and I did that. I could feel my powers drain from the fire absorbing it. I hate fires.
“Hurry up!” I yelled at him.
Oh shit.
I heard Walker call out for Karli and I turned to look at him fighting the flag smashers.
The shield? Did he make that on his own? He definitely learnt that from a DIY Halloween video.
“Reign! Why are you laughing?”
James and I moved away the fire when we saw Walker getting his ass whopped by them, James ran in leading the bad guy away from killing walker.
“Bucky!” I ran towards the ledge where he fell to see him landing on his feet, I sighed in relief which immediately went for a toss when I felt my hand being restrained away from each other. I couldn’t use my powers. I screamed in pain when they lunged at me multiple kicks to my ribs.
Fucking Super Soldiers.
I could feel myself lose conscious with a blow to my head, before I knew it I felt the wind hit my back. Everything went black.
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“Genesis!” James Barnes caught the Girl who fell down the bridge and quickly laid her on his lap desperately trying to wake her up
“Nes! Genesis wake up, hey open your eyes baby. Genesis! Come on” he tried patting her cheeks before cupping it “Nes! Doll come on, you can’t do this now!” he pleaded his eyes slowly filled with tears.
He looked up to see a man holding an Iron bars, he Laid the girl down and moved away from her, in turn leading the fight away from her. The brunet called for her while fighting against the enhanced man.
The crowd watched as a truck hung on the ledge, brink of destruction, John walker made the choice of saving the people in the truck than fight. James Barnes watched in terror hoping John walker would pull through. The soldier flinched when the truck fell forwards and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw a purple force surrounded the truck holding it in place, following the trail of purple, his blue eyes met Genesis’s now purple ones while she struggled to stand holding up her joined hands.
She collapsed, seeing Captain America had it under control. James ran to her as they sat on the ground, she leaned back laying her head on his chest “I’ve got you.”
“I think I should do more cardio.” she panted making the man holding his laugh.
The pair scurried to their feet when they saw the Flag-smashers surround them.
“You of all people bought into that bullshit?” Karli scoffed in disbelief.
“I'm trying something different. Maybe you should do the same” Sam spoke confidently.
The group slightly panicked when the area filled with gas making them blind to sight “This way.” Sam guided them through the smoke leading them underground.
“Hey, Baby. We're underground. We entered the tunnel on William. Heading south.” Genesis spoke into her comm walking alongside them.
“Looks like they split up. Here” Sam stopped pointing to the right, John walker ran in making them feel wary
“I got it.” Genesis and James spoke at the same time, they looked at each other and smiled. Sam rolled his eyes.
“Seriously? Now?”
“Wait Sam! I’ll come with.” she brunette called out to him.
“Gen, I want to deal with Karli on my own, I’ll be fine, go” he nodded assuring me.
“Stay safe cap.” she mockingly saluted him running off to where James and John were.
Genesis’ POV:
I took out the phone that I picked from one of the flag smashers and set a rendezvous point. I turned to look at the two men who looked at me with a confused expression.
“Agent Reign with the FBI, sending you coordinates, I need a SWAT team to trap the targets.” I spoke into my phone.
“Sleight of hand.” I laughed explaining how I picked the phone and dug into my pocket to throw James his keys, he searched his pockets while I laughed.
“Damn Genesis.” he grunted lowly. I stopped in my tracks, blinking a several times at him.
Son of a bitch, he smirked walking to the meeting point.
“"Mercy bears richer fruit than strict justice"” Walker quoted I rolled my eyes and pulled out the phone showing it to the flag smashers.
“It's a great app.” I nodded with a smile and thanked the officers who surrounded them and walked away.
“Lincoln, really?” James looked at walker.
“Great man. Great quote.” He shrugged.
“Not when you say it.”
We waited for Sam to arrive, I sat there cleaning my wounds when I saw the cameras go off I looked up to see Sam carrying someone in his arms.
I looked down, I couldn’t see her. She tried so much, she died fighting and right now if her fight went to waste, it would be a shame to humanity.
I looked up to see James standing next to me, his hands fell on my back slightly caressing it.
Karli Morgenthau was kid who deserved better. So much better.
I turned my head towards Sam when I heard him talk to the senator about how wrong they were and encouraging them to take the right decision and fight.
As much as I love teasing Sam, words couldn’t explain how proud I was of him and with the looks of it, James was too. This was Sam Wilson, my best friend, speaking his mind so effortlessly made me smile till my cheeks hurt.
There was no one worthy enough to take Stevie’s Mantle than Sam, he was giving that shield a meaning, a new, better meaning.
I smirked, just ‘cause he was cap now doesn’t mean I won’t tease him , I pulled out my phone typing out ‘cute cat videos’ and pretended to be invested in it.
“Sorry, I was, uh, I was texting and so, all I heard was, um, "a Black guy in stars and stripes".” James commented pointing at his phone while I showed mine to the men, them laughing at my antics.
“Nice job, Cap.” I complimented.
“Sharon?” Sam looked at her, she was trying to tend to her bullet wound.
“Blocking my light.” She mumbled.
“We gotta get you to a hospital.” Sam commented, I rolled my eyes, as if.
“She's not gonna listen.” I said at the same time as James making me chuckle.
“It's not the worst thing that's happened to me all week.”
“Told you.”
“Uh, Cap?” a man came running towards us making me smirk.
“I think he's talking to you.”
“all right, I’m gonna get out of here” Sharon stated and left before I could or any of us could argue with his, she left reminding me of my promise.
“Hey Sam?” I looked at him while he was getting ready to leave.
He groaned and turned towards me “just say it.” I laughed at what was coming
“You look like a pimp.” I laughed harder as he flew away flipping me off.
Genesis’ POV:
That left me alone with James “Genesis, you know we have to talk.” I sighed looking at him. I don’t.
“Or I can ignore my problems until it goes away.” I suggested walking away before I felt his cold vibranium hand hold on my wrist pulling me back.
“Not this time.” he mumbled softly. His hands moved from my wrists to my waist, I inhaled deeply when he leaned his forehead on mine. “You meant it?” he asked me.
“Yeah, every word” I breathed out not knowing what else to say.
“And I mean every word when I say Genesis Reign, I love you.” my eyes widened at his words. He laughed “no need to be this surprised.”
“You’re not mad?” I stuttered out. If he loved me and I pretended like I hated him. Didn’t that hurt him?
“You had your reason…now that I know the reason, I forgive you” he assured me, a smile slowly broke into my face.
“You love me?” I asked bewildered. The man I’ve been in love with…loves me back.
James Buchanan Barnes loves me.
“Like love love me?” I stumbled over my words, he threw his head back laughing.
“Genesis reign, I fucking love you, and nothing will change it.” he proclaimed sternly, I closed my eyes taking it in.
I took a deep breath and started to speak “James Buchanan Barnes, I love you too.” he chuckled before he went silent.
“Can I kiss you?” he questioned after a minute if taking in our words.
“Please do.” I whispered, before I knew it his lips crashed on to mine. My eyes fluttered close due to the pressure I felt on my lips. I kissed back tilting my head to give him better angle, I pulled back for a second before kissing him again. He cupped my cheek brushing the skin making me sigh into the kiss I could feel my heart beating loud with each passing minute, I was so going to collapse. All I could think of was how his lips felt on mine.
We pulled back, panting for air. I threw my arm around his neck bringing him closer to me while his went around my waist.
“You won’t let go right? He spoke into my hair. He kissed my hair, I shook my head with a chuckle.
“Not a chance.”
“You sure you don’t need me?” I asked him holding onto his vibranium arm, he told me about how he was going to tell Yori the Winter Soldier was to one to murder his son.
“I’m sure, I’ll be okay” he assured kissing my head, I was heading to Virginia to say my goodbyes, and it was time to take a break, live the civilian life…well till the world ends…again.
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winter-soldier-vibes · 5 hours ago
Come Back Home (Bucky x reader)
Come back home
Bucky x reader
Word count: 3,061
Summary: You were getting worse and were afraid to hurt Bucky, but unable to hide it. Instead of talking it out, you ran away. Embarrassed and afraid, you avoid the calls and voicemails from the man you left. But one night, you can’t help but listen to them, and you need to hear his voice.
Warnings: depression, reader blames herself, Bucky blames himself, anxiety attack, lots of tears, lots of fluff and comfort
I actually got this idea from @thelifeof.jana on TikTok, she posts different scenarios with comfort characters and I wanted to make it into a fic. 
Tags: @buckfics @buckys2thicc @abitgryffindorky @stucky-on-spiderman @thatfangirl42 @thundering-barnes   
A/N: It’s nearly finals week and it is CRUNCH TIME so I’ve been writing when I can, I apologize for the sporadic-ness of it. Thanks for sticking with me! 
A/N 2: I left a few things to interpretation, such as a nightmare. Insert what you want, I know everyone has different experiences and I wanted this to be as relatable to as many people as I could. I also left out when y/n gives an address because 1) I don’t know New York and 2) It’s likely somebody’s address in real life so...interpretation. 
Your phone began ringing, piercing the otherwise silent house and startling you
Answer it.
You stared at the phone, taking a deep breath.
You picked it up and turned it over, closing your eyes and letting a breath out.
Don’t answer it.
You looked at the screen again, seeing the name of your favorite person.
Answer it
Please, I wanna hear his voice.
I can’t
Letting a breath out, you put the phone down and sat on the floor next to your bed, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. 
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Then you were left in the silence once again.
You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding, waiting a few more seconds for the next noise. Sure enough, your phone made a sound, notifying you of yet another voicemail.
Another addition to your library of ignored messages.
You picked up your phone, clicking to see the messages you never listened to.
25 unheard messages. All of them from Bucky. 
Your finger hovered over them for a moment, allowing yourself to ponder listening to them. But you sighed, closing your phone and placing it back on the nightstand. You couldn’t listen to them. Because if you did, you wouldn’t be able to resist calling him back. And you couldn’t take that risk. 
You’d spent this much time without him. Once you heard his voice you’d be spilling everything to him. Just like you used to. Which is why you left in the first place. 
Bucky was special to you. He always had been. Despite all the trauma he’d gone through, he was still kind and gentle. He had been the one to pull you out of the dark place you were in at the time. He was always there to talk to you, listen to you, or help you take care of yourself when you just couldn’t anymore. He’d sat through many of your panic attacks and calm you down if you had a nightmare, just as you would for him. He would drop anything for you, you always came first.
And that was the problem.
He did too much for you, and you couldn’t help but feel guilty. This man had already gone through so much pain and suffering and was finally getting better. He was going out more and the nightmares happened much less often. You were grateful for the love he gave you, and you loved him more than anything.
Which is why you couldn’t bring him down anymore. So, one day when he was out on a mission, you had packed up your few positions and left him a note.
I just wanted you to know that I love you so much, but I have to go now. I’m sorry. 
You had to keep it brief. If you said anything more you knew you’d say too much, and it would only make leaving harder. And if he knew you were leaving because you were hurting too much, he wouldn’t stop until he found you.
Not that he wasn’t looking for you know.
You had rented out a room in the cheapest hotel your could find in somewhere-New-York-City. It was small, it wasn’t the cleanest, but it was fine. You didn’t care, it was functional. Within hours of leaving, your phone started ringing. Not that you answered. You couldn’t, not when you would start crying once you heard his voice.
You got many texts and calls that night. 
What happened?
Where are you? Y/n are you okay??
Tell me where you are, we can talk this out, please.
You couldn’t bring yourself to read more than that. You silenced his messages and let the calls go to voicemail, never able to bring yourself to reject a call, instead letting it ring all the way until he got the same voicemail message every time.
Hi, it’s y/n. Leave your name and number and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can, have a nice day!
The same fake cheery message every time, giving an empty promise.
What you didn’t know was that on the other end of the line, Bucky was shattering a bit more with each voicemail he left. 
Bucky’s POV:
He couldn’t understand what could have happened. Why you had left all of a sudden. He knew you had some bad days, and the first time he had read it he was terrified that you had done something. He usually was able to see when things were getting bad again but he couldn’t think of what he could have missed. When he saw that you had read his texts that night, seeing the word read appear after a few of them, he told himself that you were okay. 
Because he didn’t know what he was going to do if you weren’t.
What you didn’t know was that you had helped Bucky just as much if not more so than he had helped you. His nightmares happened less often because you were there with him every night. He was more outgoing because you had dragged him out to those first few bars and parties. He felt happier because he was helping you, and you made him feel safe and wanted.
And then you left.
He couldn’t sleep most nights, worried about you. Most of the nights he did sleep, he dreamt about you and everything that could have happened. He called you every day, multiple times, needing desperately to hear your voice. He withdrew again, only going on one mission when the team absolutely needed him. It was his only sense of purpose anymore, but it meant nothing compared to what you had meant to him
But you didn’t know that. Because you hadn’t opened any of his messages yet. 
It was late now, and Bucky was discouraged. It had been over a week since you had left, and his texts had gone unread ever since a the first night you left. It wasn’t a long time. But it was still too long. He decided to try your phone once more. 
Bucky closed his eyes, begging you would pick up, silently knowing you wouldn’t.
“Hi, it’s y/n. Leave your name and number and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can, have a nice day!”
Sighing, he got ready to leave a voicemail. After the beep he said, broken.
“Please y/n. Come back home.”
Your POV:
You sighed as yet another round of rings echoed through your apartment, hearing the notification soon after, notifying you of yet another new voicemail. 
You looked at the time. 11:03 P.M.
You sighed, knowing you should get some sleep. But no matter how tired you were, you knew that once you closed your eyes, you would have nightmares again. And no one would be here this time. 
You couldn’t deny it, you weren’t doing well. Your appetite had diminished and you relied heavily on caffeine to supplement the sleep you refused to get. Not that it helped your appetite in any way.
You would go through the motions, make it to work (most days) and get through the day just to...get through the day. You weren’t living really. Just surviving. You knew it was getting bad again, some nights so dark you weren’t sure if you would see the light the next day. Yet you couldn’t let yourself call him. You didn’t want to hurt him.
But you didn’t know that you had already hurt him more by leaving than you ever could’ve by staying.
You sighed, knowing that eventually, you were going to need to sleep. Might as well try to. You didn’t know if for sure you would have a nightmare, so may as well try?
That turned out to be wishful thinking.
Major wishful thinking. 
You woke up screaming, drenched in sweat and looking around the room frantically. When you realized it was just a dream, you put your face in your hands and felt tears immediately prick your eyes.
When was this going to stop?
You felt your chest contract as you realized the truth. It wasn’t. Not like this at least.
Just over a week and you were already at your breaking point.
Call him
You looked at the time. 2:47 AM.
You couldn’t call him now.
Call him.
You opened your phone and found Bucky’s contact, finger hovering over the name once again. At the last second, you clicked your voicemail inbox instead, scrolling back down to the first one on the night you left.
Your breath hitched as you heard his voice, fresh tears pricking your eyes. Not just from his voice and how much you had missed it, but also the absolute panic in his voice.
“Where are you? Are you okay? Why- why did you leave? Please, answer the phone, I need to know you’re okay.”
You clicked on another one from a few hours later.
“Y/n, please, I saw you read the first few texts I sent. Please answer the phone. We can talk this out, whatever it is just - please call me.”
Tears were falling from your eyes, and you didn’t have it in your power or even the desire to stop them. You flicked to another one that was sent a few days later, this one was longer. 
“Please y/n,” it started, his voice soft and cracking with emotion. “Where are you? Just - just tell me where you are, please. I need you. These past few days it’s like I hear your voice and then there’s nothing. I miss you so much. I’m nothing without you please....please just come back home. I don’t care what you did or think you did or why you left. I love you. And I could never stop loving you. I can come get you, we can talk this out. Please. I can’t do this without you. I - I’m falling apart.”
You were now sobbing as you flicked over to your text messages and clicked on Bucky’s name, seeing texts upon texts from him.
One of the more recent one’s caught your attention.
“I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong?”
Never, never in your heart did you ever think Bucky would think that he had done something to drive you away. Your heart broke, realizing he could be blaming himself for your leaving. It was never his fault. It could never be his fault.
With shaking hands, you pressed the phone icon below his name, bringing the phone to your ear as you listened to it ring.
You tried to control your breathing through the tears, falling apart after a few seconds of thinking you had it together.
Please pick up, I need to hear your voice.
I’m sorry this is all my fault.
Please, I -
Your breath hitched and your eyes flew open. Your words got caught in your mouth, having no idea what to say. Bucky, on the other side of the line, hadn’t even looked at the caller ID. He hadn’t fully fallen asleep yet, but the tiredness was evidence in his voice.
“Hello?” he said again
“I’m sorry,” you choked out.
Bucky’s eyes flew open and he pulled away his phone, seeing your name across the screen. All exhaustion was gone from his body, and he heard you trying to control your breathing on the other side of the line.
“I’m so sorry…” you said again, breaking out into sobs.
“Y/n, can you tell me what’s wrong? Where are you?” he said, panicked and getting out of bed, pulling on a shirt and shoes.
“I’m sorry, Bucky, I’m so sorry,” you said again, not being able to say much else. 
“Y/n, sweetheart, it’s okay. You’re okay. But I need you to tell me where you are, can you do that for me?”
He waited for a moment while you tried to pull yourself together enough to repeat the address of the hotel.
As you did, Bucky was already out the door and in the car, starting it and putting you on speaker, driving as fast as he could to the hotel and ignoring all traffic signals. It was the middle of the night, and you were not okay.
“I’ll be there soon, angel, can you keep talking to me?
“I’m sorry Bucky…”
“It’s okay y/n. You’re okay. We’re okay. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
His words didn’t reach your ears, your breathing getting harder to control and your tears fell faster. You had fucked up, this was your fault. Why did you call him, now he knows where you are and you were going to burden him with all your shit again. 
He could hear your breathing become labored as he sped further towards your location. He tried talking to you more but he soon realized that he wouldn’t be of much use until he was in front of you. His heart was breaking and he was hoping nothing was seriously wrong. 
But you wouldn’t have called him like this if nothing was wrong.
Clenching his jaw, he scanned the street signs for yours, knowing the city well enough to know he was close. 
When he pulled up to the street, he couldn’t help but wince at how dingy this place was. It was run down and the smell was putrid. He was so sad that this was where you had run off to. He took his phone, saying how he was here but it fell upon deaf ears. You weren’t calm enough to hear his voice from the phone you had dropped when you had moved to cover your face instead.
Bucky took the stairs 3 at a time, getting to your room in record time. He pounded on the door, trying the knob even though he knew it would be locked. Calling out your name and getting no response, he decided to break the door in. It was barely hanging on its hinges anyway.
“Y/n? Y/n where are you?” he called out, met only with the sounds of your labored breathing. He followed it to your room, where you had curled yourself into a ball against the headboard, hands covering your face as you struggled to breathe. 
He walked over to your side, reaching out his hand but thinking better at the last moment. He needed to make sure you knew that he was there, he didn’t want to scare you.
“Y/n?” he starts softly. 
You lifted your head and looked around yourself wildly, startled when you saw the figure of a man standing in front of you, trying to push him away. He grabbed your arms and you tried to break free
How did he get in here? 
What does he want with me? 
Your eyes settle on his. Light blue eyes, staring right back into yours. You knew them, you were safe with them. Your own eyes, red  and blotchy flash with realization and you let out a sob. 
He took you into his arms as sobs wracked your body, rubbing an arm up and down your back in efforts to calm your shaking form. He was repeating comforting words over and over again. You clung to his shirt as you kept apologizing over and over again, not knowing what else to say - or even how to say it. 
“I’m sorry”
“It’s okay.”
“I’m so sorry…”
“Shh, y/n, it’s okay.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m here. I got you.”
You tried to focus on his heartbeat, steady and strong, as you tried to take deep breaths. Eventually your tears slowed down as you still clung to him, tears drying on your face as you were able to deepen your breathing to match his. His hand still rubbed up and down your back as the two of you sat in silence for a few minutes.
You took a shaky breath. “I - I’m so sorry Bucky.”
Bucky took a deep breath and held her a little more tightly. He could still feel her heart racing. What could she possibly have to be sorry for?
“What happened y/n?”
You felt tears prick your eyes again. Sadness, shame, embarrassment and made you feel sick to your stomach. You opened and closed your mouth a few times before you were able to speak. 
“I - I don’t know.”
“Please y/n. Tell me why you left.”
“I just… I was… “ you swallowed and let out a shaky breath. “It was getting bad again,” you said, voice barely audible. 
Bucky clenched his jaw, angry at himself that he didn’t see it. “Why didn’t you tell me? I told you you could talk to me about anything.”
You screwed your eyes shut. “That was the problem…”
Bucky pulled you back to look at you. “What?”
Your eyes darted everywhere but Bucky’s face. You didn’t want to see the pained expression you knew he’d have right now. You took a deep breath. 
“I just… you were doing so well. And I - I just felt so bad for bringing you down all the time. You would drop anything for me, and you were always there and you were always perfect but I wasn’t.” you finally looked at him. “And I left because I realized I was never going to be.” You shook your head slightly. “I didn’t want to put you through that when you were doing so well.”
You looked away, unable to look at Bucky’s sad eyes any longer. Bucky broke the silence after a few moments. “You were the only reason I was better.”
 Now it was your turn to look at him confused. “What?”
“You brought me out to places when all I wanted was to hide. The nightmares stopped because you were there to make me feel safe. Every time I helped you, I was helping me too,” he said, voice cracking. “You were the best thing that ever happened to me. You weren’t too much for me, you never could be.” 
When you still looked unsure, he moved his hand to cup your cheek. “It’s okay to let people help you, y/n.”
Tears pooled in your eyes once again. That had been what you had said to him when he began closing himself off, be it an intense nightmare or being triggered. Back when things were bad. Like they were for you now.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered.
“It’s okay.” he whispered, hugging you again. “Let’s go home.”
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jackdevil4311 · 14 hours ago
Random sad Bucky Barnes thing,
Warning: death
(I am so sorry)
I pressed my lips to his like I’ve always wanted, but it wasn’t how I imagined this would go. He lay lifeless of the floor and his breath not returning to his lungs. I placed my hands on his chest once again starting CPR. I knew he was gone, why wouldn’t I accept it?
“Y/n... I’m so sorry, but I don’t think he’s gonna come back.” I felt my best friend place their hand on my shoulder. I didn’t move for a second.
My face turned into one of a scowl before I got off my knees and turned towards the man in dark red and black with a gun in his hands.
He breathed harshly. Before scoffing at the man on the floor.
“Walker...” I mumbled to myself.
I began to walk towards him, my fists clenching causing my knuckles to grow white.
“Whoa calm down sweetheart, he was dangerous, I did you a favor.” He stated, placing the gun in it’s holster.
I reached him and landed a sucker punch on his nose, blood immediately spilling out. I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him face to face with me.
“You, did no one, a favor.” I felt myself smile sickly, “all you did was give me a motive, got it? So watch you ass and sleep with one eye open.”
I shoved him away and walked back to the man who lay on the floor.
“Don’t worry Plum,” i got down on one knee beside him, “I’ll see you again in another life soon.”
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deanscherry · 15 hours ago
𝐦𝐨𝐛!𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 {𝐡𝐜}
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your moans filled the room, buckys hips snapping into yours at a gruesome pace, his hand around your throat.
“oh now you wanna stop being a fucking brat huh? now you wanna be a good girl and get to come, huh?”
quiet pleads left your mouth, as he continued to pound into you. your back arched off the bed, hands gripping the sheets. he slowed his pace, a whine leaving your mouth.
he smirked at your state, wanting, needing his touch. a hand came down to your drenched cunt, your body jolting at the feeling.
“tell me who this pussy belongs to, doll,” he chuckled.
you nodded, “please bucky, please.”
another strike came down, “who does this pussy fucking belong too? come on, doll, nows not the time to be a brat unless you dont wanna come.”
you moaned his name quietly, silent pleases trailing after. the knot in the pit of your second growing tighter and tighter with every movement of his hips
“who, doll?” smack
“you, bucky,”
“im sorry, i couldn’t hear you,” smack
“You, bucky!”
“i what?” he teased. smack
“you own this pussy!”
his hips roughly gained back their pace, your body shaking.
“please buck, please let me come,” you whined.
“let go, doll, come on,” he groaned out.
your orgasm hit you, pleasure coursing through your body as buckys hips jutted, finding his own high. you both stayed there, panting. bucky laid next to you, turned to each other.
“youre such a fucking brat”
“i know, buck, i know”
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mrs-salvawhore · 15 hours ago
𝐌𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭
So I'm in this groupchat with wonderfull people and I also wanted to make my own cuz idk so if you like oh and please be at least over 15 thank you!
𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 | 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐬 you are welcome to join! Of course if you like other things you can join!
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theinfinitybucky · 17 hours ago
Welcome Home (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
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Request: May i request a Bucky x reader where Bucky having to go on a year long undercover mission. On his way home the reader, his wife, is super excited and terrified to introduce him 2 month old daughter to him when he gets home. Bonus points if he doesn’t know about the pregnancy
Warnings: Pregnancy? Babies? Angst, fluff? idkkkkkkk
Author’s Note: I’ve never had children, am not a huge fan of kids, so if I make the kid act like a pet/I don’t interact with kids much so... I apologize. I also wrote this on Tumblr and did it pretty quickly so #oops to any mistakes
B/N = baby name
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It had been over almost a year since Bucky left for an undercover mission in Albania. You hadn’t heard a peep from him or anything through the wires of SHIELD. You would have guessed he was dead. A part of you still lingered on a glimmer of hope.
Your daughter held the fingers of your left hand as you walked down the street of your quiet neighborhood. The carriage rolled over the uneven sidewalk, lulling her to sleep. It was such a sharp contrast from a few years ago when you and Bucky had just met. That was back when he was the Winter Soldier and attempted to murder you and Natasha in the SHIELD headquarters.
The circumstances shifted quickly. The blip happened. Bucky had turned to dust. The memory seared into your mind like nothing else in your life. You could never forget that day. It was not that Bucky had even been that close of a friend. The major problem was that neither of you had ever spoken to each other about how you felt. Of course, there was the occasional flirtatious smirk or suggestion of liking the other. It still never amounted to anything.
When Bucky got back, the world had changed. You were done with being an Avenger. It was too traumatic to continue fighting people. Bucky on the other hand was able to keep up with it. You had discussed that it was the only way to keep him in his right mind. He said that it enabled him to make good connections and erase old negative ones. You did not disagree with his conclusion.
The only issue was when Bucky asked you to marry him and he still had to go on missions. You spent too much time worrying about your husband. At this point, you weren’t sure he was ever coming back. Before you kissed him goodbye, you had a funny feeling in your stomach. It was soon revealed that you were pregnant after mornings of terrible nausea.
Natasha wanted to call him back from the year long mission, but you said no. You wouldn’t allow it to happen. The stakes were too high. Your daughter was born and Wanda helped you through the delivery. You remembered crying when you first met your child. The pain of giving birth was all worth it for this little ray of sunshine.
Your daughter was cooing and you laughed as you shook a toy for her to play with. You were laughing to yourself when you heard a familiar voice call your name. You looked up and saw Bucky walking toward you. He was a little beaten up, but the shock off seeing him overtook you.
“Y/N?” His voice came out gravely.
“Bucky?” Your voice choked up at the sight of him.
He ran over to you and his lips collided with your own. Longing and intensity filled the air. He held your face to his own and you melted into his arms. He had to hold you up from your legs going weak. He smiled into the kiss and pulled away to laugh.
Bucky’s eyes drifted form
“You were pregnant? You should have told me, Y/N.” His voice didn’t hold anger. Just sadness.
“Do you want to meet your daughter?” You asked softly.
“I would like nothing more.” He planted another kiss on your lips before you took his hand and led him over to the baby stroller. You picked up your baby girl and turned to Bucky.
“Bucky, this is B/N.” Your child’s blue eyes met your own gaze. She looked from you to Bucky. Bucky’s eyes began to collect water as he was overtaken with emotion. He couldn’t believe that he had a child. His perfect wife had given birth to a gorgeous baby girl without him.
It didn’t matter now. He was here and he could hold B/N. The baby girl looked from you to him with a dumbfound look on her little face.
“Do you want to hold her?” You asked.
Bucky just nodded and raised his flesh arm from his side. You stepped closer and handed him the baby. Your gazes met for a split second as you passed your child into his arms. The baby silently stared up at him and the tears fell over the edges of his eyelids. They slipped slowly down his face.
“Hey, it’s okay.” You wiped the tears away from his cheeks. “You were off saving the world. We were fine waiting.”
“I’m never making either of you wait for me again.” He smiled at you with wet eyes.
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Thank you for reading. Please give a like, reply, follow or reblog for more content in the future. I also am taking one shot requests go ahead and send your idea in to see it brought to life!
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thedarkermarker · 18 hours ago
The Collector
Bucky Barnes x Any Reader (no pronouns/description)
Fluff no triggers.
You had just found a beautiful, retro handheld radio on your way home from work. You've always been fascinated by vintage items. Anything from household appliances to books, you like to collect them. You like to think they have a new lease of life in your home, with someone new appreciating them. One of your favorite things to collect are typewriters especially, they are such an interesting piece of history. Something in the evolutionary line between paper and computer, the vintage keyboard.
Your boyfriend has always been more accepting of your collection than others from your past. He also sees and understands the beauty of the items in your collection, which is one of the reasons you fell in love with him. He has always been an old soul, very refreshing to be around and easy to communicate with. He never played any mind games like other people these days.
It begins to snow gently as you get off the bus at he corner. As you reach the door, you realize you can’t get your keys with your arms full of groceries and the new radio. You are about to set the bag down when the door slowly opens from inside.
“Need a hand there?” the familiar voice laughs as he pushes the door open fully.
“If you wouldn't mind, darling” you reply, leaning your arm with the radio out towards him.
“Of course my dear” He says, in an almost silly voice, but somehow still charming. He takes the radio from you and then reaches for the Grocery bag hanging from your elbow. You pull away as he does this.
“I got this, don’t worry, lets get inside it’s freezing out here!” You say, shuffling your way through the doorway. As you set the bags down on the kitchen counter you feel warm arms wrapping you from behind.
“welcome home doll” He says softly, chin resting on your shoulder. As you step back, slowly turning, you place your hands over his shoulders.
“What a warm welcome it is” you say softly, before leaning in to kiss him. His lips are warm and soft, comforting on this cold day.
“So what vintage relic have you saved today?” He questions you, eyes soft and glistening from the light of the fireplace across the room.
“Take a look for yourself, recognize this style? Or too modern for you?” you smirk at him, reaching to hand him the radio.
“Haha, very funny” he mocks, but upon closer inspection of the technology he shakes his head in defeat.
“Actually yes, this was after my time” He says with a small frown, moving the radio around in his hands. You look at him for a moment, encapsulated by his expression of curiosity and bewilderment. He catches you gazing and steals a quick kiss. You just continue to look into his eyes and he comes back for another, kissing your cheeks softly, his lips lingering.
“your cheeks are so cold, you need to come over here for some cuddles” He says almost scolding you. Smiling, you take the radio from him and place in on the coffee table in front of the fireplace. You sit down on the sofa and admire your new collection piece. Bucky soon joins you and puts his arm around you. Leaning your head on his shoulder you smile, content.
“It’s still not as old as me” He jokes, gently running his hand through your hair, removing flakes of snow.
“I’m the oldest thing in your collection” His voice quiet with a hint of sadness.
“Yes, but you're the most treasured thing in my collection” you retort, sitting up to look him in the eyes as they still glisten from the flicker of flames. He says nothing, but blinks slowly and leans forward. His lips meet yours once again, his hands reach out to hold yours in your lap as you share this gentle moment.
“I love you too” his words floating from his lips as he pulls away.
This was your favorite piece of history.
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belleinhell · a day ago
Genesis- Chapter 12
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Genesis’ POV:
I woke up to the sound of cluttering and hushed voiced, it was the sound James Barnes which me up.
“Good morning Bucky.” I smiled at him trying to award the awkwardness, it’s the aftermath of my confident moment.
“’morning Nes.” I bit my lip at the nickname and chuckled.
Oh Christ on cracker.
“Uh James?” I called out the heat rushing to my face faster than Peter answering my texts…it was pretty fast.
I could feel something poke my thigh, and it didn’t take a genius to realize what was happening. “Please stop that.” I complained unable to move.
“I’m not doing anything?” he tilted his head at me, I choked out a laugh.
“A part of you is doing something.” I groaned when his face filled with realization.
“Oh- I um, sorry I-” he started stuttering, I immediately got off of him.
“I gotta help in the engine room, you’ll can find me there after you um freshen up…” I choked out, walking away.
I hate myself.
“Push the stopper.” I hear Sam say over the music playing from my phone, I turned around to see James. Shoot, I turned back to loosen the bolts.
What am I supposed to do? I was on top of his hard ass dick, find me on the bottom of the ocean.
“Hey, those ones.” I pointed at the bolts which I didn’t loosen. And we started working in silence.
Let me do this, let me do this now, and just…
“Dance with me.” I turned to him once the song changed to a slower one compared to the rock music playing before. He smirked and took my hand and bowed down, I laughed at him for being dramatic.
He wrapped his arms around my waist while mine wrapped around his neck, we were just swaying, and it meant so much.
“You’re quite the dancer Mr. Loverman” I mumbled, burying my head into his shoulder as we swayed to the music in the darkness of the engine. It wasn’t long before he completely pulled me into him, making me hug him closer than ever.
This was really happening.
I was dancing with James Barnes.
I was really gonna do this.
“I didn’t hate you” oh shit, abort mission. No grow a pair bitch. “I never did, I was scared.” he started to talk, I didn’t want to mess this up “no just, hear me out.” I stopped him. “I- when I started getting to know you, I had this feeling I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from getting closer cause you gave me the comfort I craved, I thought I’ll start needing you, I got scared, I panicked and I shut you out. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry, and then I realized that I have feelings for me, I kind of slapped myself into not feeling.” I chuckled “don’t worry, I do that a lot, and I made up this whole persona of Hating you because I thought if I did that I’ll stop loving you, I didn’t. That shit didn’t work at all. So yeah, I know that was shitty.” I finally took a breath.
He didn’t say anything.
Bottom of the Pacific Ocean here I come.
He just held my face and pressed his forehead with mine
Maybe not the bottom.
“Nes, I-”
“Yo Bucky help me out here!” I gasped out if the trance I was in, I sighed out in disappointment.
“I just wanted you to know, I have to leave now, my flight’s in an hour.” I informed him.
“We’ll call you when we get a lead.” he nodded awkwardly, I shook my head and hugged him.
“Thank you, enjoy the little bromance moment you got planned in that scrap metal brain of yours.” I mumbled while he pulled me closer before I broke away to say goodbye to everyone and make my way back to Virginia.
Holy fuck I did it.
“Attack me bitches.” I spread my arms wide walking into the briefing room, looking at the team who stood up looking at me and crushing me in the group hug.
“y’know, we saw the footage, Walker killing that man.” Emily was the first to speak up, I sighed knowing I had to answer them.
“It was so not a sight I enjoyed.” I plopped down on the couch.
“We meant we saw you, with wings, and you had this black thing flowing out of your hands.” Morgan clarified and I laughed nervously earning looks from Hotch.
“Wait, what black thing?” my eyes winded as I panicked from not knowing what I did.
“Genesis…it happened again.” Spencer mumbled making me hang my head down in realization. It wasn’t supposed to happen. I thought I had control over the…darker part of my powers.
I sighed ignoring the feeling of guilt and started to explain myself
“Okay fine, I’m an Avenger. I got wings and energy manipulation powers.” I admitted. It was kind of funny watching their jaws drop. “I joined the FBI for a change, dropping my old life y’know.” I shrugged.
“Reid? Did you know about this?” Rossi questioned, it was hard to say what they were thinking about me now.
“I know everything.” He smirked making me slap his arm.
“I’m sorry for keeping this from you guys.” I looked down at my tangled fingers.
“Babygirl, we’re not mad, just surprised, and really proud of you.” I beamed at everyone who nodded and smiled at them.
I spent the next hour or so telling them about the mission, what we did, and stuff. We were happy.
“So you confessed?” Spencer stuttered out after getting over the initial shock and dropping the ice cream spoon on my floor
“Yes I did, you’re cleaning that up.” I pointed at the chocolaty mess he had made “if you didn’t hear, I also ran away after said confession.” I mumbled with my mouth filled with ice cream, my eyes staring at the glory of Chris Pine in Star Trek playing on TV. Spencer just nodded taking the words in.
“At least you confessed?” he celebrated with uncertainty, and I nodded with a laugh.
“At least I confessed.” I stated with a smile.
“My little sister is in Love.” he sang out making me roll my eyes.
“I’m 10 months older than you.”
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strwbrrybucky · a day ago
summary: Bucky still struggles with nightmares, and after opening up to you for the first time in forever, he wants to make sure you’re his forever.
word count: 1753
warning: mention of PTSD, fluff at the end
a post!tfatws bucky x y/n <3
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It had been a few months since the Flag Smashers were caught, and Sam became the new Captain America. Things has been quiet, for a while and it was starting to drive you crazy but you didn’t question it. You and Bucky hadn’t gotten any down time since the whole thing, and you were grateful for the time you could spend with your boyfriend.
You both had decided that you wanted to take a vacation, specifically to Hawaii. You both had never gone, and with getting Bucky more comfortable going out, you thought it would be fun to wave jump with him, and snuggle up in a cabana at night. It sounded perfect for the two of you.
Bucky was, nervous to put it lightly. He hadn’t really gone out after the whole incident with Zemo and the Flag Smasher. He felt too vulnerable, and the thought of people thanking him after he helped him out of the truck that was due to explode, he couldn’t shake the guilt he felt for every awful thing he had done. It ended up eating away at him at night to where he’d wake up in a cold sweat, and you had to calm him down.
Even though they were on vacation, the nightmares made no exception.
Bucky had sat up right, chest heaving up and down and a layer of sweat across his forehead. He had another nightmare, about Hydra. He thought he had processed it enough that it would go away, it would stop. But the PTSD never stopped chasing him, and he wasn’t sure what to do anymore.
Looking over at your sleeping figure, he quietly sneaked out of bed and pressed his feet to the hardwood cold floor. The back door was left open, a huge breeze from the ocean making its way into the bedroom, and lulling you to sleep instantly with the sound of the waves crashing. Bucky smiled at the thought of you curling up to him and passing out the second your head hit the pillow. He wished it was that easy for him.
He stood up, grabbing his t-shirt and pulling it over his head and walked out the back door that met the sand that led to the ocean. The sand between his toes made his sign out in content, finally understanding why you loved the ocean to much. It seemed to calm his thoughts down, his breathing got right on track and he got lost in the waves.
He didn’t know how much time had passed when he left your hand gently touch his shoulder. Looking up, he saw your sleepy face looking at him in confusion, his sweater hung on your body like a dress. You looked absolutely adorable and he hated he woke you up.
“Hey pretty girl, what are you doing up?” He grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap, your head meeting his chest. You listened to his heartbeat thump softly under your ear. You rubbed your eyes and played with his dog tags. There wasn’t a day he went without wearing them.
“I missed you. I woke up to an empty bed. Why are you out here so late?” You looked up through your lashes and met his soft eyes, adoration swimming in his blue eyes. He loved you, inside and out everything about you and he didn’t want to lie to you. He knew you asked constantly about his nightmares and he felt he was ready to tell you. He kissed the top of your head, breathing into your hair as he smelled salt from the ocean and your fruity shampoo and conditioner. You smelt like home to him.
“I couldn’t sleep. I had another nightmare.” He sighed, looking down at you watching you rub your thumb over his name on his dog tags. You got out of his lap and sat neck to him, knocking your knees into his, holding his hand.
“Wanna talk about it? I’ve been told I’m a good listener.” You leaned into him smiling as you pressed a soft kiss to his clothed shoulder. You were shocked when he opened his mouth and actually opened up.
“It was about when I was captured by Hydra. I thought the PTSD nightmares had subdued, but obviously not. It’s the same nightmare every time when it comes to Hydra. It goes in flashes, one minute I remember I’m strapped to the chair, being told my memory will be wiped again, and the next I’m towering over someone innocent killing them with no feelings running through my mind at all.” You rubbed his hands with your thumb, gripping tightly to reassure him you were there and listening to him. He continued.
“It leaves me feeling, guilty. I see those I’ve killed innocently and I reach out to save them but, it goes dark. I remember every person I killed that didn’t deserve it.” Tears fell from his face as you reached up to brush them away. You hated seeing him in pain, hating knowing there wasn’t anything you could do except be there for him when he’s feeling vulnerable.
“I know that’s not you anymore, Buck. You’ve grown, you’ve changed. You’re not him anymore.” You refrained from saying the Winter Soldier, it was something you both agreed on not bringing up unless he talked about his past. This was the first time in a long time he had been able to speak about it without getting frustrated and walking out of the room.
“I know, I just think back to when I was in Wakanda and got this new arm,” He moved his vibranium arm and shook his head. “I know it took them everything they could do to help me get the Winter Soldier out of me. But when we were back there trying to catch Karli, they disabled it.” You looked up at him, confused. He didn’t tell you that part, and you didn’t know his arm could even come off.
“What do you mean? They turned it off?” He shook his head and looked out to the waves before him, watching them crash against each other.
“No, they had a way of taking my arm off completely in case I became the Winter Soldier again. I didn’t know it could do that, and some part of me felt guilty that they didn’t even trust me. But I can understand their precautions.” He trailed off as he cried again, tears falling down onto the sand below him. You stretched your legs out and brought his head into your lap, rubbing his forehead and wiping his tears.
You knew he felt guilty, but you didn’t realize how hard he had thought about this everyday. You’d do anything to take the pain away from him, but you knew it wasn’t that easy.
“I’m sorry, baby. I can’t begin to imagine how that must have felt.” You ran your fingers through his hair, watching him close your eyes and breath out to your soothing touch. This is where he felt most at home, in your arms, you skin against his and calming him down. He wasn’t sure how he got so lucky to land you, but he didn’t want anything else.
You rubbed your arm across his shoulder, under his neck and cupping his cheek with your hand. He leaned into your touch, kissing your palm over and over again. The love you felt from him was tremendous.
“I know you’d never do anything to hurt me or anyone else.” He looked up at you and kissed your palm a few times, another year escaping from his eye. It rolled down onto your exposed thigh, as he rolled over and pressed a kiss right where his tear fell.
“I love you, my pretty girl. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You smiled as he looked back up at you.
“I love you, Buck. You’re my world and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else except with you.” He sat up and brought you in for a quick kiss before standing up, holding out a finger and telling you to wait before he disappeared back into the small hut you two were staying at.
You looked back out to the ocean, listening to the waves and wondering what in the world your boyfriend could be doing. You were glad he had calmed down, and you were hoping he’d be able to keep opening up to you like that. It made you feel important, like you could protect him like he protected you.
You heard footsteps approach you from behind, a soft voice in your ear. “Close your eyes, pretty girl.” You did as you were told and closed your eyes, feeling a him sit in front of you, knees against yours.
“I know this is a weird time to do this, right after I bawled my eyes out about my PTSD but, I was going to do this on the trip. Open your eyes, doll.” You opened them to see him sitting there with a small black velvet box in his hand, holding it out to you. He opened it to reveal a small ring in the shape of a heart, diamonds along the side and a rose quarts in the center.
“You are all my moon, my stars, and all the planets in my world. You make me want to be better everyday and I can trust you with every part of me. I feel at home when I’m with you. You are everything and more that I could ever dream of having in s girl. I wouldn’t trade you for the world. Will you do me the honor of being mine forever?” You smiled widely as he bit his lip nervously, and tears fell down your face as you shook your head yes.
“Of course Buck. Nothing would make me happier.” He smiled with you, pulling the ring out of the box and holding your delicate fingers, slipping it onto the correct one. He set the box down and grabbed your face with his hands, pulling you in for a deep, passionate kiss.
You felt all the love from his lips meeting yours, your salty tears coming in between as you both kissed, never feeling happier. It was a feeling you would never forget. He pulled away and set his forehead against yours, rubbing his thumbs against your cheekbones.
“I love you, pretty girl.” Breathlessly said as he pulled you in for another kiss.
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valeeriee · a day ago
Life Has A Funny Way of Working Out (Pt. 3)
Chapter 1  Chapter 2
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Word Count: 2,454
Warnings: cursing, shouting, destruction (kinda), magic using, controlling someone, manipulative ex (if there’s anything else I miss please let me know!)
A/N: Part 3! hello lovely people thank you for reading this, I really liked writing this so I hope you guys enjoy this chapter just as much as I enjoyed writing it, not gonna lie... shit kinda hits the fan. There will probably be one more chapter after this, I mean I didn’t really see where else I was going with this after this last chapter but idk I might pick it up if I have another idea but anyways enjoy! Remember that I also post this on my ao3 so if you want to read it there my user is the same as my tumblr.
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The next morning Bucky woke up to the sunlight streaming into the room, he began turning around and the first thing he noticed was how your side of the bed was empty. Panic began to set in until he heard shuffling in the living room, he slowly got up, rubbed his eyes and headed towards the noise coming from the living room, noticing how you were chipping off a piece of your broken wall.
“Hey, goodmorning?” Bucky asked, confused as to what you were doing.
You turned around to face Bucky, “Oh, good morning. I hope I didn’t wake you up.”
“No don’t worry about it, what’re you doing?” He spoke while watching you struggle to pull a small piece of wood off the wall, the white paint slowly peeling off.
“Need to get this fixed before my landlady sees it and goes berserk.” You trailed off finally getting a big enough piece, you put it in a baggy and stuffed it inside your pocket. “Come on, let’s go.” You said grabbing your bag from the counter.
Bucky stared at you, dumbfounded, “Wait, wha- go where?” 
“To get coffee? It’s the least I can do for you.” You grabbed your keys and made your way towards the door.
“I told you, you don’t owe me anything alright.”
“Barnes.” You stated, placing your hand on your hip and drumming your fingers on the counter, “Get your ass ready and let's go get some coffee.” You ordered.
Bewildered, Bucky responded, “Yes ma’am.” and headed towards your bathroom and began getting ready, mainly to make sure he didn’t look like he just woke up.
Getting out of the house was good for you, having something to do to distract yourself seemed like a good way to heal. Both you and Bucky went out to get coffee and some breakfast. While you two sat down and ate you also talked and laughed, really about anything and everything, the conversation going from fits of laughter to comfortable silence. Bucky then joined you to the hardware store to buy paint and other supplies to fix your broken wall, he had offered to help which you happily took, being around the people who you cared about most was all you wanted but you wanted to refrain from going to the Compound for ‘no reason.’ Everyone there was highly perceptive and you really didn’t want anyone else to know, part of you knew you shouldn’t feel ashamed and yet you did. They were like your family so you weren’t sure why you didn’t ever feel ready to share your anger.
But telling Bucky felt right. You two had been there for each other during some of the lowest moments of each other's life, so he knew how to comfort you. He was always patient with you which is saying something considering how frustrated he gets when someone takes too long trying to do or explain something.
After running around the city for a few hours and feeling pretty good, you and Bucky started walking towards your apartment building when you looked up and suddenly the pit in your stomach formed and you shuddered with dread.
“What the hell are you doing here?” You said, almost shouting, at your ex who was now exiting your apartment building.
“Oh… hey, I was looking for you.” He said casually, as if you two were doing just fine.
You felt your face begin to heat with anger, “I told you I didn’t want to see you again, what do you want?”
“Listen I just want to talk about the mistakes of last night-”
“Oh! The mistakes?! Which one, do you mean the one where you decided to hit me?” You stepped closer, not caring who heard you.
“Babe please I was angry you can’t be mad at me about that.” He calmly said. 
You knew what he was trying to do, you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of trying to play himself off as the calm collected guy and you as the crazy girlfriend.
You took a deep breath to calm yourself, “I am mad at you and I told you: we’re done. So you need to leave. Now.”
He started to reach out for your hand. “C’mon I know you don’t mean that-”
“Hey,” Bucky, who had stood back throughout the conversation letting you take charge, came in front of you and diverted the hand from coming near you, “she said to leave her alone so I suggest you listen to her before things get out of hand.”
His calm and cool demeanor changed in an instant when his eyes landed on Bucky. He scoffed, and noticed how you backed-up behind Bucky, “Are you being serious right now?” He looked at both of you and as if something clicked in his little brain he stepped back from the both of you. “Oh I see what this is, you only dumped me so you wouldn’t get caught cheating on me with this dick.” He said and shoved Bucky back, you grabbed Bucky’s arm to stop him from doing anything stupid, mainly so you could do something stupid and make sure Bucky didn’t get into any trouble.
“I told you I never cheated on you, and whatever my business with Bucky is, it’s my business, I don’t owe you any explanation given that I broke up with you so get over it.” You gritted your teeth, standing in front of Bucky to stare down your ex.
He gave a harsh laugh, “This is unbelievable you’re freaking out on me for catching you and now you don’t even want to admit that you did anything wrong!” He shouted, Bucky began to glance around noticing that people were staring.
“I didn’t cheat on you, asshat!”
“Oh please, now you're acting like a bitch.”
“Okay, that’s enough, leave her alone. Before you make yourself look more like a fool.”
He sized Bucky up, “Or what? You’ll kill me?” He puffed out his chest and pushed himself forward getting in Bucky’s face. “I know what you are: a killer, that’s all you ever have been and all you ever will be.”
Bucky didn’t move, didn’t break eye contact. You feared that he wanted Bucky to beat him to a pulp, but he stayed there, unwavering in his stare.
“She asked you to leave.” Bucky repeated. “So leave.”
“Nah… I don’t think so.” Before Bucky could even blink he noticed a rising fist coming straight for him. But before he could block the blow, the fist stopped; midair, the guy’s face contorting in pain.
Bucky looked over his shoulder and realized you were controlling him, anger clouded your eyes.
“I told you to leave me alone. But you didn’t listen.” Bucky stepped back as you stepped forward, forcing your hand forward, making him drop to his knees, grunting in pain. “I told you what would happen if you so much as looked at me. Do you know how easy it would be to kill you right now?” You leaned into his ear and whispered, “Like breaking a toothpick.” You stood back up, anger creating an invisible barricade between you and him, you didn’t care who saw, you didn’t care what happened, all you knew is that he deserved nothing. “Give me one good reason why I should let you live.”
He tried to open his mouth, but you didn’t let him, he could see sweat falling down his forehead, and Bucky looked around, seeing all the eyes staring down at you in fear. Bucky walked up slowly to you and put his hand on your shoulder, feeling how tense you were. “[F/N], not here not now.”
Bucky’s touch seemed to remove the dark clouds that surrounded you and his soft words brought you back to reality. That was when you noticed the crowd, eyes just staring at you, along with flashes of cameras. He got what he wanted, he wanted you to lash out so he could play the victim, and you fell right into it.
You dropped him and started walking back to your apartment, Bucky following quickly behind you. You heard him start yelling, you tried not to pay attention but something he said caught your attention, “You think you’re done with me?! Just wait until your little guard dog leaves. Now what I did in there was just a warning.” He shouted while he started standing up.
“What was just a warning?” You asked, already up the stairs to the entrance of the building.
He just smirked, “Oh you’ll see, don’t think you can embarrass me like that, once I’m done with you, you’ll regret everything coming your way.” And with that notion he walked off, with a noticeable limp; you tried to process what he just said. What was he doing in your apartment? How did he get in? All of these thoughts ran through your head as you started fumbling with your keys.
“Shit.” You whispered as you began racing through the hallways towards your apartment, not paying attention to Bucky trying to tell you to slow down. When you finally arrived at your door you carelessly shoved the keys in and pushed the door to open when you finally realized what he meant as a warning.
You seemed to stop breathing all together dropping the paint and other supplies you needed to fix the hole in the wall, now, useless. He completely destroyed your apartment, your eyes scanned the living room and kitchen; to your right plates, mugs, and bowls were shattered into a million pieces, the different colors made a mosaic on the floor, the refrigerator door was left open and fruits and other foods laid splattered as well, now most likely spoiled. Your dining table was broken, all the legs of the chairs were sitting scattered with wood chunks around them. The potted plants you had now laid down on the floor, dirt pouring over the floor. Your couch had slash marks, the stuffing inside them was sprayed everywhere on what remained of your coffee table, your television now screening the various black and white speckles along with glass falling from the screen and surrounding the living room you were in the night before; and you could only imagine what else he did in your room.
Devastation couldn’t even begin to describe how you were feeling. You clenched your jaw, you felt more violated than before. He somehow managed to sneak into your home, and destroy the first place you had felt at peace in. You slowly stepped inside the apartment, the crunching of wood, glass, and broken ceramics under your shoes, and looked closer at everything, you felt as though your entire world had been slipped out from under you; grabbing a broken picture frame you looked at the picture inside now covered in dust, stuffing, wood chips, and dirt.
Bucky was at a loss for words, you two were only gone a few hours, that man you once trusted managed to destroy the one place you were safe in. He didn’t know what to say, or how to comfort you. 
“You should get going,” You said quietly, not looking up from the picture, “I need to fix things around here.”
“[F/N] please, you don’t need to do this alone, let me help-”
“No!-” You shouted, “Please just, I need to be alone for a little.”
Your sudden shout startled Bucky but he knew when to back off. “Alright, call me later ok?” He asked, heading towards the door.
“Yeah, for sure I’ll… see you later.” You said distracted. Barely noticing that Bucky had walked out the door, you looked back down on the floor and noticed another picture, this one was ripped in half. Slowly picking it up you realized it was a picture that you and the rest of the Avengers had taken during Tony’s holiday party, the happy faces now ripped apart and stained.
Bucky stayed outside your door for a few minutes, conflicted knowing that you wanted to be alone but he was worried that if he left your ex would come back and in his gut he knew that no matter how strong you were, being alone with him would not be the best thing in the world for you right now. He usually could help you out with anything but this was something completely different. Sure there were bad guys back in the 40s but growing up with sisters and a mother with a firm hand, he knew how to be a gentleman; and so did most men back then. He tried racking his brain for how he could help you out, when he finally got an idea. He made his way to his motorcycle that he had parked across the street the night before and headed towards the Compound.
After about half an hour later he made it back to the Compound and began his search; he looked around the living room and kitchen but it seemed empty, and after wandering for a few minutes he decided it would be pointless running around this Labyrinth. 
Sighing, he said, staring at the ceiling, “F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”
“Yes, Mr. Barnes?” An automated female voice responded back.
“Where’s Tony?”
“In his lab, sir.”
Bucky began his trek to the lab, “Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y.”
“You are welcome sir.”
After a couple of minutes of walking he finally arrived at the entrance of the lab where he noticed Tony tinkering with the helmet of his suit, too busy to hear that Bucky had now entered his lab.
“Tony I need to ask you for a favor.”
Tony just sighed, not taking his eyes away from his helmet, “Kind of in the middle of something Barnes so you better make this quick.”
“It’s about [F/N].”
This seemed to cause Tony to take his eyes off of his project and stare at Bucky, puzzled.
“And what about [F/N]?” Tony asked, standing up and crossing arms.
Bucky knew you didn’t want anyone else to know about what happened, but he knew you needed help, so he chose his next words carefully, “Something happened and well her apartment was compromised. She needs a new-”
“Was it that douche-bag boyfriend of hers?” Tony stated flatly.
Bucky stared at Tony, bewildered,  “Ex-boyfriend.” He corrected.
Tony just hummed, after a few seconds of silence he finally started, “I can tell you don’t want to tell me whatever it is that happened and well whatever did happen doesn’t matter anymore so, tell me Cyborg, what is it you need me to do?”
Pushing aside the nickname he started to tell Tony his plan.
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mrsweasley06 · a day ago
I Hear a Symphony
Bucky Barnes x Reader, Natasha x Platonic!Reader
Summary: In a world full of soulmates, you had lost hope. No one had ever had the tell you did, but you should never give up hope.
Trigger Warnings: mentions of a knife, bleeding, slight mention of Bucky with HYDRA, little bit of kissing.
Word count: 2,343
A/N: Idk how good this is, I'm actually really nervous. But here you go, love y'all ♡
Some people have their soulmate's name written in their soulmate's handwriting, others have the distance their soulmate is from them on their wrist. There are those who don’t see color until they meet their soulmate, it was different for most people. For you it was music, though it was special. One of your friends Karlee had heard whatever music her soulmate was listening to. But you simply heard a piano playing quietly, it was everlasting. When you were younger you loved how it sounded and it never stopped, it was like your own personal soundtrack. But as you got older it just upset you. Never having met or heard of anyone with the soulmate tell like yours took away your hope. Maybe you were just crazy.
“Not everyone finds their soulmate right away, it’s okay to not know yet Y/N.” Karlee had reminded you. Though she was holding hands with her soulmate, Fred, across from you.
“Well Karlee it is kind of annoying to see so many people getting their soulmates. I just want to love someone. I just want someone to love me. Okay?” You say exasperated.
It was tiring to hear people tell you to keep your chin up, telling you that you’ll find them one someday. Because that day could be years from now, at this rate you wouldn’t be surprised if you had never met your soulmate.
“Y/N, I know that you are hurting but your time wi-”
“Fred, you have no say in this. You are not, NOT my friend.” Your voice becomes increasingly louder.
“But you have also already found your soulmate. You get to be with her the rest of your life, and you both get to love each other. I- I don’t get that, there is literally no one in history who has ever had a constant stream of music in their head. I, as far as I know it, will be alone, because who in the whole wide world would have a song playing in their head repeat. And we have no idea what happens when I meet my soulmate! Maybe it just gets louder.” Tears had been welling in your eyes as your voice grew hoarse from yelling. “You know what.. I’m sorry I have to go.”
Grabbing your bag you walk out the door to your apartment to wallow in pity yet again. Pulling out your phone you dialed one of the people you trusted most.
“Hey Y/N/N!” the voice rang through the phone.
“Can I come over, I know I'm not a superhero. And I probably shouldn’t be there but I need you.” you sniffled already heading in that direction.
“Of course, I’ll wait for you in the lobby.”
Bucky pov:
All his life he had heard a simple strand of keys being played on piano. It was soothing when his nerves were high, being in the war was tough on him. But it was never something he was used to, beautiful but different. He was grateful to have it when things were tough, because he had imagined his soulmate playing it to him. He had imagined it playing in the background as him and his soulmate walked in holding a small white kitten. One day standing over a bassinet. But all of that was erased once HYDRA got a hold of him. Every single thing he had wanted to do with his soulmate, gone. He lost it all, the only thing that stayed was the music. But it annoyed him now because he didn’t know why it was there or how to get it to stop.
After being sent to Wakanda Bucky found himself wondering why the music was playing in his head.
“Shuri, why do I hear music?” he asked calmly, but Shuri turned around looking as if he had asked where his arm went.
“It is how you will find your soulmate I guess. What is she playing?” stepping closer to him.
“Um it’s just piano, that’s all it’s ever been.”
“Is it consistent? Like the same song forever?” her eyebrows furrowing.
“Is that bad?”
“No not necessarily, I have just never heard of someone who had a tell like that.”
“Tell? A tell for what. His heart sped up with every moment of silence.
“For your soulmate” her voice drifting off in confusion. It was quiet for the rest of the preparation. All Bucky could think about was his soulmate.
Would she like him? Would she hate him for all that he had done? Was she even alive? Had he already met his soulmate before and forgotten her? Going into the chamber he took a deep breath, imagining what his soulmate was like.
Y/N pov:
Natasha wraps her arms around me tightly, before grabbing your hand and pulling you into the elevator.
“There’s no need for an introduction right now.” she muttered avoiding the living room. As you both arrive at her door you hear something from the room beside hers. Seeing your scrunched up face, she provides an answer. “We have a new… member.”
You spend the evening in her room talking about how much you really do love your music. It just hurts you to have to hear it but not know where your soulmate is.
“Have you tried learning the song?” she said before putting a spoonful of italian ice in her mouth. This is something you hadn’t even admitted to her yet.
“Yes, I’ve been trying to write something to compliment it.” She shot up from her spot grabbing your hand, barely giving you time to stand up. “Where are we going?”
“We have a piano here.” leaving no room for discussion. Seating you down on the bench she opens the piano, gesturing for you to play.
“I- I don’t have my music with me.” you tried to deflect. But she and you both knew you already had it memorized. Huffing you place your hands on the keys, trying to pick out where the song was.
Soon enough your fingers were drifting across the keys as if you had been playing your whole life.
“This is what it sounds like.” you begin to play the tune you had heard since the very beginning. It started out kind of quiet and low, but then it became somber, as if something had gone wrong. Almost as if it was telling a story.
You hadn’t known that the sound would travel all the way upstairs, past the rooms of fellow superheroes all the way to a certain sergeants room. Who was currently laying on his bed trying to avoid sleep.
Bucky pov:
Bucky hadn’t slept well since HYDRA, he had never wanted to be around people by choice. But since learning he had a soulmate he wanted to line up everyone in the world and go down the line until he found the one. That was when he heard the music drifting throughout the compound, it was fairly quiet and hard to hear but beautiful. Then he heard his song. The only song that had ever mattered all his life. Something inside of him flipped like a light switch he saw flashes of things from before the war. He had heard it playing in the background as him and his soulmate walked in holding a small white kitten. Tears began welling in his eyes, jumping up from bed he scrambled around looking for paper and pen. Rushing to scribble it down so he couldn’t forget it this time.
It had been a week since you had been to the compound. Natasha had invited you to come around again, but this time for a more introductory meeting of the rest of the team. You and Natasha had met one night bonding over your exotic (for you) conversation starter; it was something about your choice of weapon. You both had drawn closer to each other after sharing stories, neither one of you had a very pretty history but that made the relationship that much more special.
“Are you sure about this? I mean they are a bunch of superheroes and well I am me.” You huffed as she dragged you inside.
“Yes. I am positive, they are all immature anyways. Except for Wanda, you’ll love Wanda.” turning to look at you as she continued to tug at your still figure. “Come on, you know I can throw you over my shoulder and just carry you up there. But I would rather you meet them mostly willingly.” you had never heard her whine before. Yet here she was whining, practically begging you to meet her family.
“Fine, but I get to spend the night again.”
You had decided that you liked Captain America; though he asked you to call him Steve, Sam, Dr. Banner who you saw for only a second in his passing. As well as Clint, though you had known him previously. And Wanda, who seemed to be aware of your arrival and predicament before you even said hello. You suspected Nat had talked to her about you before, but Wanda could read minds so who knew. According to Nat there was still more to the team, but they were out and about, Tony said the others weren’t as fun so you weren’t missing out.
Bucky POV
With every note that crossed his mind, he threw another punch harder than the last. He couldn’t tell if he was angry, sad, or both. What if his soulmate was someone from the 40’s, and now he couldn’t have a life with them? Does that mean that she possibly already lived a whole life with someone else? Will he be truly alone? With that thought his hits faltered. Feeling his heart drop to the bottom of his stomach he stepped back. It felt almost like a knife had been stuck in his stomach and someone was twisting it round and round, everytime he thought about it. Being alone, he had been alone before, mind controlled. But the thought that his soulmate was out there was enough to keep him going. The thought that you had already had a life without him and would be dying soon had stopped the Winter Soldier's heart.
Unwrapping his hands he started downing his water, as if that was supposed to stop the heartbreak. Walking quickly down the hall towards his room he has complete disregard for the voice coming down the hall the intersects. Crashing into someone he loses his balance before grabbing the person's hand steadying them. Mumbling a quick apology he was brushing past the group of people back to his room.
You had been chatting with the girls on the way back to Nat’s room when you were bumped into by a rather big man. But that wasn’t what caught you off guard. It was the way your head was now buzzing with music, the sound of the piano was joined by cello. Something you had never heard before.
“Y/N?” Wanda asked concerned, gently grabbing your elbow. “Are you alright?” you simply shake your head, unsure if you are okay.
Wanda and Natasha had filled you in on all the drama and stupid things the other team mates had done. You had laughed along and joked around but your mind was still wrapped around the cello playing and the man in the hall. At some point the girls had fallen asleep so you slipped out of the room tip toeing your way to the stairs, you had entered one of the rooms. The piano you had sat before hadn’t been touched since last week, the tops for the keys still raised. You silently cursed yourself, that was no way to treat a piano.
Sitting down you let your fingers begin to strum, fumbling every once in a while trying to keep up with the newer pace of music, as well as the slight change in the tune. You had heard the door open behind you but ignored it thinking it was Nat or Wanda. But you were greatly mistaken.
“That sounds beautiful.” the person's deep voice filled the room. Your seat dipped a bit as the person sat next to you. Being startled you stopped playing, pulling your hands away. “Don’t let me stop you.” For some reason you had yet to look up at the stranger, though you felt no need to. Placing your fingers back over the keys, you lightly played your song. Then you heard one of the most delightful sounds. His laugh, well more like chuckle.
Turning to look at him you were met with a pair of irresistible blue eyes. Your heart felt as though it was melting, pouring out of your chest all over the keys. He laid his forehead against yours, closing your eyes you heard the music get louder. More prominent. And quite suddenly it was as if a symphony was going off in your mind.
All of your life you have watched people meet their soulmates, you say the way their faces lit up with joy and love. You had seen couples embracing each other in such a way that made you wonder if they would die without the other. Wondering if you would ever be able to experience the same things. Now here you are, tears spilling out of your eyes as your fingers glide across the keys, your soulmates hands holding your cheeks.
“It’s you.” he managed. You couldn’t even say anything, though shaking your head seemed to mundane for such a revelation. Pulling your hands away from the piano you grab hold of his wrists while raising your head the slightest to push your lips against his softly.
Though Bucky knew he was broken in every way possible he felt completely whole in this moment. Seeing everything flashing in front of his eyes again, his life he wanted with you. He had lost so much, been gone for so long. And here you were playing your song, his song. He had found the one thing worth living for.
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belleinhell · a day ago
Genesis- Chapter 11
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Genesis’ POV:
We arrived at Louisiana, and to where Sam was with his family. “How do we get it off the truck?” I rolled my eyes at James’ dramatics as he lifted the weight with his metal arm.
“You're welcome.”
“Show off.” I scoffed immediately burning when he winked at me and distracted myself by placing the briefcase on top of the vehicle.
“Just dropping this off. You can sign for it and I'll go. I called in a favor from the Wakandans.” He stated monotonously. How fucking dramatic, before Sam could respond the sound of a pipe bursting filled the air.
“Sam!” A woman. Sarah. Oh my gosh she’s pretty. May god save me, Sam tried fixing the pipe. Tried. James rolled his eyes and moved to Sam.
“Hi!” I breathed out to Sarah, she smiled at me and returned the greeting. Seriously? Now your game goes to shit? Fuck you Genesis.
I looked at James who stopped Sam “Hold on, hold on. You gotta go up” he stated before fixing the pipe.
“Why didn't you use the metal arm?” Sam questioned looking at James making me laugh.
“Well... I don't always think of it immediately. I'm right-handed.” Sam chuckled “So, this is the boat, huh? This is it. It's nice. You want any help?”
“Yeah.” I turned to Sarah while James and Sam looked at me.
Okay see be simple Genesis. “I'm Genesis.” I introduced myself. I already knew her name, oh well.
“Ah. Sarah.” She introduced herself making me smile.
“’s a really pretty name.” I complimented making her smile wide. Baby steps. She put a hand on my shoulder and walked away, I turned around to look at Sam who was ready to kill me and James who was…I really stopped reading his expressions, they’re weird.
The day went by with a lot of work on the boat, alternating between the engine and external work, I was pretty relaxed.
“James put that down.” I called out from my place on the dock with Sarah looking at James who was practicing defense with the scraper making him roll his eyes at me, I gave a scoff before turning to Sarah and… talking to her.
“Think Karli's gonna throw in the towel?” James questioned as we passed the buckets of water to be discarded.
“I think she's gonna double down.”
“Any idea how to stop her?” I questioned him.
“I got Joaquin working on something.”
“Well, Zemo says there's only one way.” I sighed out at his statement.
“Gotta catch our flights tomorrow. Get a hotel room for the night. Crash, you know?” James taunted hiding a smirk.
“You're just gonna set me up like that, huh?” yes.
“I don't wanna make it weird for your family.” I started
“Just stay here. The people in this town are the most welcoming people in the world. They don't care if you wear small T-shirts or if you have six toes or if your mom's your aunt.” I laughed at him while James chuckled.
“Okay, I get it. I mean, you know, the people are nice.” He finally admitted.
“But don't flirt with my sister.” Sam pointed at me with raised eyebrows as I downed my drink.
“'Cause if you do, I'll have Carlos cut you up, feed you to fish.” Well that was nice of him to say.
“Okay.” I quickly muttered.
“Samuel we can take the couch relax.” I reassured the man, homeboy went berserk on sleeping places “James do you have a problem?” wrong question, before he could answer “he’ll suck it up, go sleep, we got to catch a flight tomorrow.” I stated pushing him away into his room.
“I can-” I gestured to the floor, taking out my phone and texting Spencer and Penelope.
“Genesis, get your stubborn ass up here.” he ordered, I looked up at him from my place on the floor. Now or never sis, take it.
I moved up to the couch, ignoring the free space and got on top of him and laid down. “Hi” he whispered looking down at me, I laughed at him “you’re comfortable” he commented.
“Yeah” I breathed out “thank you” I looked up at him again.
“For what?”
“Just…the past few days have been hard, thank you for staying.” I explained and closed my eyes when I felt his fingers get tangled in my hair.
“You’re talking like I was gonna leave, Sleep Genesis, I’ll be right here when you wake up.” he assured, it felt so good to love someone, to be loved by someone again, it felt good knowing I had a constant someone. I closed my eyes focusing on his breathing, it wasn’t long before the exhaustion of working got to me and I passed out to a dreamless sleep. “Goodnight, Bucky…”
3rd Person’s POV:
The freedom and Peacefulness James Buchanan Barnes felt looking at the girl in his arms was indescribable, a few days ago this would’ve been a far-fetched dream he had, but now…seeing the woman he loved peacefully laying on top of him, clutching onto his dog tags made his heart melt.
He wanted this.
He wanted her.
He wanted them.
With that thought he entered a dreamless sleep, for the first time…in a very long time. He was home.
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buckybarn3s · a day ago
i want to write you a song
pairing: modern!bucky x singer!reader
warnings: nothing i don’t think just fluff eeeek (maybe mention of parents that have passed away) (ignore lack of capitals i wrote this on my phone)
blurb: where bucky has trouble dealing with his past and constantly feels he’s not good enough for reader. so her being a musician/singer she writes him a song.
a/n: i thought of this a little while ago but i decided to write it while i was bored on the plane. hope you enjoy :)
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it had been a year for bucky. a year since losing steve and a year since the final battle.
after everything bucky was still plagued with nightmares. shuri had removed all the awful things hydra had put in his brain, but he still constantly felt shame and guilt for his past.
so when he met you 6 months after thanos, and coming back after the snap it had been hard for him to accept your love. and to realise that even through the nightmares and mental torture you still loved him.
unlike bucky you weren’t one of the lost. you had to live in a world for 5 years without many of the people you cared about.
you had always had a passion for music but in a time where the world was broken you turned to music even more. and even though it was a sad and hard time you had 3.5 billion less people that could want to be a musician and so people started to actually hear your music. most people turning to it for comfort.
you had always felt pain, even before the snap; having lost your family years beforehand. and so when anyone you had considered close left there was nothing left for you besides music.
when people actually listened, it made you feel like finally you had a purpose in the world.
in those 5 years you became a house hold name. so many people listening to your music which sang the words impossible to speak when most felt numb.
5 awful years went by, and finally the rest of the world came back after the final battle. you became even more of a well known name then as familys and friends shared your music with those they had lost to tell them what exactly had gotten them through. your music.
you felt honoured. and yet there was still a hole within you. a hole that had been there even before everything.
it was one day 6 months after everyone had returned when you had left your apartment in new york to get a coffee at your favourite local cafe. you had your usual cap and sunglasses on, in an attempt to disguise yourself.
without paying attention you swung the cafe door open hitting another customer with two coffees in hand, sending his drinks flying. like you he had a cap and sunglasses on.
“oh fuck, i’m so sorry” you rambled pulling your sunglasses off in hope he could see your sincerity. by now he’d removed his sunglasses himself but he was looking nervously at the ground.
“no it’s okay i shouldn’t have these on insid-“ his voice cut off as he looked up at you. “you’re (y/n).”
you sent him an apologetic look, but it quickly turned to a smirk. “that i am. and your bucky barnes. but no it’s my fault, i wasn’t paying attention.”
his gaze suddenly seemed more nervous again. “your one of the few people that hasn’t referred to me as the winter soldier” he spoke letting out a small smile.
you smiled back at his response. “why would i? anyway please let me buy you some new coffees” by now the staff had started cleaning up the mess sending you both glares.
“no you don’t have to i can get some new ones.” he responded shrugging.
“no no, it’s the least i can do bucky.” you responded giving him a big grin.
“fine” he finally sighed. “if you you insist,” his poker face turning to a smile.
you both walked over to the counter walking around the now clean but wet floor. you ordered yours and his drinks giving the cafe a $50 tip as an apology for messing up their morning.
while you were both waiting for your drinks you continued your conversation. “so how does the bucky barnes know who i am?” you asked wiggling your eyebrows as you emphasised his name.
his face blushed as he laughed at your expressions. “well my best friend steve listened to your music a lot when half the world was gone. myself included. and so he showed me it once i came back. thought i might enjoy the sadness of the music.”
you jaw dropped as you gasped. “you mean to tell me the captain america knew who i was?! that’s way more cool than you knowing who i am”
it was buckys turn to gasp. he placed his hand over his heart in a dramatic manner, “i’m hurt doll, truly hurt.”
your heart fluttered at the pet name he had just given you but instead of showing it you just stuck out your tongue in cheeky manner.
more chatting went on between the two of you until finally you got your order. unfortunately the perks of going to a very busy cafe.
you exited the warm cafe and were met with the cool winter air of new york. pulling you jacket in closer to yourself. your sunglasses already back on.
“now i don’t really know how to do this anymore. the last time i flirted was in the 1940s but i was wondering if i could get your number?” bucky asked cautiously. you could tell he was nervous.
your heart fluttered again. he wanted your number? you fumbled with your words. “y-yeah of course!”
his face fell slightly noticing your nervousness. “if you don’t want to give it to me don’t feel like you have to” he replied.
“no no it’s not that bucky. i just would never have thought someone as attractive as yourself would want my number.” your eyes fell the ground in embarrassment.
it was buckys turn to be surprised. “if anything it’s the other way around doll” he replied as he handed you his flip phone.
after you had given him your number you had continued to walk with him to the avengers compound. (for once not having anything on this morning). you had resisted the urge the entire time to make fun of his flip phone.
it didn’t take long for you to become attached to bucky as the months went on. much like he did with you.
you had begun dating a month in and would see each other as often as both your schedules would let you.
you had tried to keep the relationship hidden for a while. but it didn’t take long for the public to notice that ‘the winter soldier’ was dating the worlds beloved ‘(y/n) (y/l/n)’.
of course rumours spread and though both of you had anxieties that neither of you were good enough for the other. it was bucky who it affected more. constantly acting as if you would just disappear one day and he’d be left an empty shell of a person like he once was.
after around six months you had become so comfortable with one another. and so his insecurities were something you could never understand, having never endured what he had. to you he was the strongest person. to him you were the strongest person he knew.
it was your 5 month anniversary of dating coming up and though it was drastically important it meant a lot to you so you wanted to do something special. something to ease his insecurities so you did what you did best. make music.
you were in your apartment the only light around you being the glow of candles. just having finished dinner as you snuggled up to him on your couch.
you looked up to the beautiful man you felt honoured to call your own.
“i have a gift for you.” you spoke softly.
“oh yeah?” he smiled giving you a kiss on the nose causing you to blush.
“yep” you replied, “but i’m gonna have to go get it.” you jumped up out of his arms and he pouted as you ran off.
seconds later you returned with your guitar sitting back down next to him. he raised an eyebrow at this.
you gave him a kiss on the cheek and then leaned back again, “i wrote you a song to tell you just what i see from my eyes when i look at you.”
this caused bucky to blush but he stayed silent, encouraging you to begin.
and so you began to pick a simple and soft melody.
i want to write you song
one as beautiful as you are sweet
with just a hint of pain
for the feeling that i get when you are gone
i want to write you song
i wanna lend you my coat
one that’s as soft as your cheek
so when the world gets cold
you will having a hiding place you can go
i wanna lend you my coat
oh, everything i need i get from you
oh, and giving back is all i wanna do
i wanna build you boat
one that’s a strong as you are free
so every time you think
that your heart is gonna sink
you know it won’t
i wanna build you a boat
oh, everything i need i get from you
oh, and giving back is all i wanna do
you began to play a little interlude and bucky took that as his time to speak finally grinning, “i like the part about boats.”
you rolled your eyes. “shut up bucky i’m not finished” causing you to giggle as you began to sing again.
oh, everything i need i get from you
oh, and giving back is all i wanna do
i wanna write you a song
one to make your heart remember me
so anytime i’m gone
you can listen to my voice and sing along
i wanna write you a song
i wanna write you a song
as you finished the end of the song you suddenly felt very vulnerable. but once you looked at bucky all you saw in his eyes was admiration.
“bucky everything i sang then i meant, you truly are the strongest person i know. and i love you more than anything.”
he carefully took the guitar from your hands and placed it gently on the ground. grabbing your waist he pulled you close resting his forehead against yours.
“doll, if anyone is to say the words you just sang it should be me. i have lived in darkness for so long. and anytime i have felt the smallest amount of happiness it’s been taken from me.”
a tear fell down your face. you hadn’t known him that long but you knew he was your soulmate.
“i love you.” you whispered looking at his beautiful blue eyes.
“i definitely love you more,” he responded pulling you into a soft but passionate kiss.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲
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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
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pairing: bucky barnes x black o/c
summary: bucky finds himself back to the cafe, and Peyton finds Bucky's bruises a little strange.
word count: 2,481
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The night was young, and Peyton's tightly clad red dress was to show for it. She and her best friend Jenna had decided they were way overdue for a girl's night out. Tonight, they were headed to The Locale—their favorite tavern. And there, they often ended up drinking too many lemon drops and dancing with the bartenders to the fifties hop.
Jenna groaned, trying her best to keep up with Peyton as her heels repeatedly got trapped in between the grated New York sidewalks, which kept sucking her stilettos up like a sinkhole.
"Whose genius idea was it to put holes into the ground? Just brilliant,' Jenna grumbled, forcefully pulling her red bottoms from out of the small hole. "Don't they know a ladies got to strut?" Her British accent was showing light.
Peyton snorted, lending her elbow to Jenna for support. "I don't know if they take the New York heel crisis into consideration, besides I told you flats tonight." She smirked.
Jenna smacked Peyton's butt, causing Peyton to burst into a fit of laughter. Turning away from Jenna to avoid any further smacks, Peyton caressed her sore bottom.
"Jenny!" Peyton gasped, still laughing slightly.
"Peyton!" Jenna mocked. Attempting to slap her best friend's ass again, but she was too slow as Peyton had maneuvered and shielded her bottom once more. "One, not all of us have the perfect wardrobe where our dresses match our shoes.' Jenna eyed Peyton's silk ruby red dress and loafers to compliment. "And two, you know you liked it."
"One, these are the only shoes I have that match this dress, and two, I didn't like it—I loved it." Peyton winked, biting her bottom lip. "Besides, since when doesn't my artist of a friend have an amazing wardrobe."
Jenna snickered, running her blue-stained hands through her dark bone straight hair that Peyton could only dream of having. "I'm a painter, not a fashion designer—most of the time, I just wear  an oversized tee and overalls."
"Still better than anything I got," Peyton muttered.
"Peyton," Jenna opened the door of the tavern, allowing Peyton to step inside first. "When's the last time you've gotten laid?" She asked.
Peyton cackled thunderously, slapping her cold hand over her exposed knee. Causing an older couple to shoot her a repulsed look from their table. "Mhm, since John. which was"
"Years ago.' Jenna said. "We're getting you laid."
"Not interested in a relationship Jen,' Peyton expressed, taking a seat in one of the highchairs at the bar. "the only thing I'm interested in is building my business back up."
Jenna sat beside her, waving down one of the three bartenders that were working diligently. Paul, Jenna's favorite bartender with gorgeous grey eyes and an intoxicating smile, walked over to hand them both a menu.
"Hey Paul, we'll do our usual,' said Jenna. "Two lemon drops—emphasis on the lemon. And the fire-roasted calamari for me, vegan loaded nachos for this catch right here." She winked, pointing to Peyton, who sat utterly unaware, scrolling through the infuriating text messages she was exchanging with her brother Preston.
Paul leaned his head back; his large hand rested on his chest as he convulsed with laughter."I'll get right on it, ladies." He snapped his fingers in their direction, turning on his heels.
Jenna snapped hers back, playing along. "Paul's hot." She said.
"Paul is hot, just not for me," Peyton mumbled under her breath, her thumbs working tirelessly against her keyboard.
"Why not?"
"Okay, Jenny, even if I did want to give love a chance, it would need some substance, and I just don't see that from some random ass bartender named Paul." Peyton sighed, tossing her phone aside and giving the bridge of her nose a pinch.
Jenna nodded at Paul as he placed their drinks in front of them—quickly refocusing on Peyton, whose head rested in her hand. "I get that. You don't want just a lay," Jenna exhaled, her entire face scrunching up as she coughed slightly. "Tangier than usual." She pointed to their drinks.
Peyton snorted lightly. "I can see that."
"So, Preston still pissed at you?"
Peyton laughed while aggressively pinching her eyebrows together with her fingers. "When is he never? That prude,' said Peyton, smacking her lips. "But yes—yes, he is."
"He's your older brother, so I get that," Jenna spoke, gently wiping the corners of her mouth with a napkin.
Peyton stabbed her fork into the pile of vegetables that coated her nachos. "By five damn minutes! He thinks he knows better,' Peyton grumbled, her mouth full of food. "But I'm the one working my ass off—I'm making five and spending ten, and he still thinks I should sell to those stuck-up, haven't worked for shit, daddies bank account Whalbrothers he works for."
"Pey,' Jenna said softly, using her fair hand to gently stroke the back of Peyton's mahogany hand, which made a tight fist, clutching her knife so hard as if it would run away from her. "I told you I could help."
"Nope." Peyton stuck her bottom lip out, shaking her head vigorously. "You're my best friend Jenny, and I love you. But I'm not taking your money."
Jenna crossed her arms over her chest, falling back into the high-top chair. "You've been taking my money since high school. What's the difference now?"
Peyton sighed, wiping her hands over her face, careful to avoid her mascara and lipstick. "It's not lunch money anymore, Jenny." Peyton looked down at her palm, picking at the callus on its inside. "And we're adults—it's too much."
"Jenna. Drop it."
Jenna threw her hands up. "Consider it dropped."
It was early in the morning, and the cafe would be open for business in just a few moments. Mr. Jefferies sat outside—newspaper in hand, waving at some young twenty-something as she walked by. Peyton didn't like to leave him waiting outside, so naturally, she opened the door and led him inside.
"Good Morning, Mr. Jefferies." Peyton smiled, sweeping the last bit of the floor.
"Mornin', Miss.Davis—wonderful weather out there." He said with a closed-lip smile, his old eyes crinkling in the corner.
"It sure is. Your first round of matcha?"
"Nothin' else like it."
"You know it," Peyton smirked.
Walking behind the display case and gathering the ingredients to make Mr. Jeffries matcha, Peyton couldn't help but allow her mind to wonder where Bucky was. His regular arrival and stare time of 9:32 a.m. had passed. And she was starting to believe she scared him off the other day because the man was strategically always on time.
As she stirred the green matcha powder into the frothed milk, Peyton tapped her feet against the wooden floor, hoping he'd walk through those doors. She'd be devastated if she lost another customer due to her peskiness.
Finishing the drink, Peyton swirled it into a cup. She drizzled the remaining frothed milk on top before walking it over to Mr. Jefferies. His eyes twinkled, seeing her bringing his drink toward him. Excepting it, he clasped her hand in his, along with the money he owed.
"He'll come, don't ya' worry." Mr.Jefferies patted Peyton's hand lightly.
Peyton stopped, taken aback. "What?" She chuckled lightly, sticking her hands into her aprons front pocket.
"James," Mr. Jefferies took a sip of his drink. "Or Bucky as they call em'. Says he's a war vet—looks too young if you're askin' me." He shrugged, taking another sip.
"Wait.' Peyton paused, slipping into the seat beside him. "You've talked to him before. When?"
Mr.Jefferies let out a small and husky laugh. "I talk to the boy all the time. You'd know that if you weren't back there cookin' and stressin' all the time." He nudged Peyton.
Peyton smiled. "You know I have to,' she paused, biting the inside of her lip. " I just assumed he didn't speak to anyone."
"Nice fella', real quiet. But nice," said Mr. Jefferies. "Keep talking to em' he'll come around."
Peyton stood up from the chair, nodding her head slowly. "Will do."
"Just don't let em' replace me."
Head held down and turning on her heels, Peyton heard the all too familiar ringing of the doorbell. She watched as Bucky slid inside the cafe. He walked right past her, not before shooting Mr.Jefferies a small smile—into which he got one in return. At the same time, Peyton got a thumbs up from the older man.
"Okay," Peyton mumbled to herself.
Strolling towards Bucky's table. Peyton took out her notepad and clicked her pen in an attempt to make her appear more attentive even though she knew his order like the back of her hand.
Bucky cleared his throats, scratching the back of his head. "A coffee, black,"
"—No sugar, no cream, coming right up." She finished his words, jotting her name down instead of the order.
"And the cinnamon roll," Bucky added, his blue eyes peering up at her from under the brim of his hat.
Peyton paused. Her pen stuck to the pad of paper. She couldn't believe he had willingly ordered something other than his coffee. Smiling too brightly, she nodded.
"One ordinary coffee and one not so ordinary cinnamon roll coming up," Peyton said, shooting fake guns with her fingers at him.
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Bucky let a tiny grin appear on his face as he held his hands up to protect himself from her fake gunshots.
Walking through the kitchen's swinging doors, Peyton bounced on her heels. She grabbed the most delicious-looking cinnamon roll she could find, tossing it on a clean plate. She sat it along with the coffee mug on a tray, bringing it out to Bucky, who had Alpine in his lap once again.
"Is that my cat or yours?" Peyton teased, sitting his order down carefully in front of him.
Bucky gave a gruff chuckle, his lips slowly turning upward at the corner of his mouth. "He's yours—just fascinated by em'. That's all."
Peyton picked at her sore callus on her palm. "Well, have at it. Let me know when you're ready for a fill-up." Biting her lip, she walked away, leaving Alpine and Bucky behind.
"Thanks. Truly." Bucky said.
Peyton gave him a weak smile and nod, shooting Alpine another warm glance before leaving them alone.
Bucky sank back into his chair, allowing Alpine to wrap himself around his neck. Bucky lifted the mug taking a sip. From beyond the cup, he could see Peyton outside giving money from her tip jar to a homeless man before she began watering the few scattered plants and flowering vines that lined the outside of the cafe. Bucky loved people watching, not only because, according to Sam, he had a staring problem. But it was a way for him to read people—his therapist suggested to him repeatedly that he needed to meet people. But this way, he felt he was meeting people.
Peyton had a scattered brain from what he saw— always taking on too many tasks at a time. So much so, he noticed she'd often forget things and pace back and forth to remember them. Bucky found himself laughing beneath his breath when she would walk back and forth, mumbling to herself, snapping her fingers until she finally recalled her task. But he also found she was kind. Taking it upon herself to help wherever she could, even if it meant listening to the same war story Mr. Jefferies told constantly. She'd do it, and with the same adoring smile—her gaze never once leaving him.
And that, other than his guilt, was what kept him coming back. Besides Wakanda, the cafe seemed to be the only place he could find peace. It was quiet for the most part unless Charlie and Peyton's laughs were filling the walls. The smell of baked goods and coffee beans relaxed him. Even the antique decorations—everything about the cafe reminded him of his life before the winter soldier. He felt safe like no one would hurt him here.
And Bucky couldn't believe it, but he liked it here.
Finishing the chores Peyton had given herself, she had come around the cafe checking on her guests. First, making rounds with the young couple that sat by the small overstuffed bookshelf, being giddy with one another.
"Everything good here?" She smiled, placing her hand on the edge of their table, patting it. F
"All good." The young man thumbs up, still holding his boyfriend's hand.
Peyton gave the couple a toothy smile. "Great—lemme know if you need anything."
Walking from the couple's table, Peyton slowed her pace, picking at her chipped nail polish. It was strange for her. She had finally spoken to Bucky, and now she wasn't sure what to say or if she should say anything.
She stopped at the edge of Bucky's table, playing with the hem of her apron as his blue eyes looked up at her. Peyton meekly opened up her mouth. "All set?" Her voice had a nervous tremor as her eyes were glued to the half-empty coffee mug.
"Yes.' Bucky fumbled with the button of his leather jacket. "At least I think so."
"I can come back," Peyton said, quickly dropping the plate back in front of him.
"No," Bucky paused, rubbing his gloved hands over his bruised cheek. "It's fine. Truly."
Peyton picked the plate up once more, her apron brushing against the ends of the table. "Okay." She said with a soft smile.
Turning on her heels, she couldn't help but register the purple bruising on bucky's cheek. Not to mention the large gash that sat just above his eye. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave his injuries one more look.
"I can get you some ice if you need.' Peyton gave Bucky space but was close enough where only he could hear their conversation."For the bruise." She motioned to her cheek.
Bucky's eyebrows furrowed together as he quickly snapped his head toward Peyton. "What?"
"I just noticed your bruise. If you need any help, let me know."
Walking away, Peyton kept her head down, not before pausing her trek to the kitchen. Taking a chance, she looked over her shoulder once more, as this would probably be the last time she'd see Bucky today.
"Maybe you should lay off the bar fights; I can't use all my ice on you." She smirked, pushing through the kitchen doors.
Bucky sat up from his seat, pulling out his wallet he had recently bought. He was sitting his money down on the table and chuckling as he stood up. Shaking his head with a tiny dumb grin on his face, Bucky bid the cafe goodbye for today. He laughed to himself almost halfway down the block because only if Peyton knew how he had gotten those bruises.
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belleinhell · 2 days ago
Genesis- Chapter 9
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warnings: blood, John Walker, slight breakdown.
“Walker...” Genesis spoke up as followed the man to a warehouse.
“You guys should see a medic, you don't look so good.” He suggested to the trio, Genesis knew what was going to happen, and she was scared.
“Stop, Walker.” She stopped him from his pacing.
“What? You saw what happened. You know what I had to do. I killed him because I had to! He killed Lemar!”
“He didn't kill Lemar, John.”
“Don't go down that road. Believe me, it doesn't end well.” James tried to reason with him.
“I'm not like you.” John sneered.
“Listen, it was the heat of the battle. Okay? If you explain what happened, they may consider your record. We don't want anyone else to get hurt. John... You gotta give me the shield, man.” That sentence changed his perspective on the trio.
“Oh, so that's what this is. You almost got me.” He laughed sarcastically.
“You made a mistake.” Genesis tried to stop him, stop what was going to happen.
“You don't wanna do this.” He gave a final warning.
“Yeah, we do.”
Genesis’ POV:
He was now obsessed and convinced he was Captain America, and no one could stop him. Every time I saw the bloody shield, it fucking hurt.
One by one, Sam, Bucky and I came at him, trying to get the shield away from him, it was supposed to a symbol of protection, not fucking murder, I don’t blame Walker, not completely anyways.
He was now a super soldier.
It wasn’t long before he pinned be to the ground with my wings out, he started putting force on my injured bicep, keeping my arms apart, I wouldn’t be able to use it unless my hands we’re together. cried out it pain, that wasn’t nearly as painful as when he pulled on my wings, tears leaking down my cheeks from the pain, oh joy his signature is shoving the shield to decapitate a person. Cool.
I could breathe again when Sam knocked him off of me and James came to my aid and I immediately pulled in my wings with pain
“James I can’t use my powers.” I rushed out fanatically when I couldn’t use the force
“Nes, look at me, I need you to calm down okay? You’re hurt.” and his voice made me immediately stop trashing when I realized when I’m in too much pain, my powers would slow down.
I was too weak from not using my powers constantly after 5 years, great my dumbass couldn’t move now. But I could try to use my powers enough to restraint walker for the boys to get the shield. And that would hurt like a bitch.
From my place in James’ arms I pushed my arm out the last of obsidian force coming out, it was more than enough to stop walker, and it did he couldn’t move.
“Bucky…Go” I mumbled loud enough for him to hear and understand. Ah fuck I called him Bucky, weak me? You’re a dumb bitch.
With every blast of energy, I lost more and more of my strength, it hurt a lot holding it long enough for the boys to take the shield from walker, but it worked.
Oh wait…it worked.
I could still feel the dry blood which flowed down my nose the more I pushed myself, somewhere along the way, I managed to stand up on my feel, except now I collapsed out of exhaustion.
I could feel heavy footsteps coming towards me, if it was walker, I’m going to lose my shit.
“Genesis? Nes? Hey, stay with me, don’t close your eyes okay? I’ve got you, c’mon Doll, I’ve got you.” James called out, picking me up, yeah that felt great, I’m just going to rest my eyes.
Did he just kiss my head?
3rd Person’s POV:
James Barnes’ eyes widened when he felt the girl go limp in his arms, he looked down to hear soft snores coming out he immediately relaxed and chuckled.
“You know, you could save the world?” Sam Wilson spoke up from beside him as they walked out making him look at the tanned man in confusion “if you could just tell her how you feel” that made James look down at her to see if she could hear them, when he was sure she couldn’t hear them he spoke up.
“I know, I know except we don’t really have the greatest track record in friendship to randomly tell her that I like her.” he argued with slight tint in his cheek.
“Listen man, she’s been through a lot, both of you have, just suck it up and be happy for once.” he advised walking forwards leaving the couple with the man confused as ever as to his course of action.
When they finally reached their destination, he put her down and immediately grabbed supplies to he could patch up her bleeding wound, both men worked, Sam with stitching the cut, while James wrapped the bandage.
“Good Job, doc McStuffins.” Genesis piped up making the man jump in fear and fall to the ground as she laughed.
“No, nope my bad.” she clutched her stomach in pain.
“Moron.” he muttered making her slap his metal arm.
“The GRC is conducting raids to try and find Karli, but so far they've only found her followers. They've searched this camp, and just like the last camp, nothing. She's gone. We'll never find her.” Sam shared the information with disappointment.
“Optimism, great look on you Birdie.” Genesis waved her hand at the man who entered to room with another soldier.
“Jesus Gen, are you okay?” Sam rushed to her side.
“yeah yeah, you guys did a good job patching me up, and the little nap I took was enough to regain my powers.” she waved it off “Hi, I’m Genesis.” she introduced to the stranger in the room.
“Joaquin Torres.” he shook her hand “Hey, you got your sleeve back.” he looked at James who simply walked out.
“Are you off to take care of Zemo?” Sam questioned after him as the Lieutenant also called out sarcastically, Genesis looked at Sam who nodded so she took off after the super soldier
“Shouldn’t you be resting?” he asked her when she caught up with him
“Do you know where he is?” she ignored his question and asked her own question making him sigh and nod, knowing she wasn’t going to back down and started the car making their way to Sokovia.
Genesis’s POV:
It was awfully silent, I hated it because it made me think, I didn’t know how to stop thinking.
I couldn’t stop thinking of the people I failed, I couldn’t save.
Images of people I’ve failed flipped through my mind and before I knew it tears rolled down, I broke down more times than I should and I hated that I couldn’t stop it.
3rd person’s POV:
James Barnes looked at the girl, concerned with the silence lingering In the car and immediately stopped the car to the side when he saw the silent tears flowing down her face, he got out and rushed to her side pulling her out to the side walk and crashed his body with hers, he now knew what she needed, he now knew all he wanted was to be there for her, he knew how hard the day was, she broke multiple times, both physically and mentally. All he wanted was for her to be okay.
“Nes?” he whispered gaining her attention “Nes, hey.” he called out after a moment of holding her and immediately sitting her down and crouching in front of her and wiped her tears with the sleeve of his dark shirt.
The pain he felt, the way his heart dropped when she grabbed his hands desperately finding something hold on to was hard to explain, even for him.
Finally coming in terms that he loved her, it was harder for him to collect himself while she was falling apart.
“Nes, I’m here, I’m here, I’m right here.” he repeated as tightened his grip on her hands seeing her need for him.
“b- bu- Bucky…” she stuttered, making him frown
“Doll, I need you to tell me what’s on your mind? Let me help you.” he pleaded one hand holding on to hers and the other caressing her temple.
“I couldn’t save them.” she mumbled, his hand moved to the back of her head and pulled her face closer to his, and rested her forehead on her.
“Genesis, what happened to Lemar-” she immediately pulled away and looked at him.
“It’s not just Lemar, it’s that man Walker killed, it’s Walker, Tony, Nat, all the victims who I couldn’t save, I couldn’t even save Pietro!” she yelled and James immediately shushed her.
“Genesis, look at me.” she hesitantly looked at him “listen to me, you’re a hero, you saved millions of people, you took down serial killers, but you can’t save everyone, you can try, but you’re only still human.” he stated sternly.
“Then why does it hurt every time?” she whimpered, James just shook his head and pulled her against him again, before he could stop himself he kissed her hair, which immediately calmed her.
“You care.” she pointed laughing through tears forcing a chuckle out of him.
“Of course I do.” She was taken by surprise with the response she received making her smile even more.
“Ready?” He asked nodding towards the road, she returned the gesture, and he moved and sat on the driver’s seat.
Genesis let the Exhaustion take over she took James’ metal arm and played with his fingers, at first he tensed at the contact but relaxed when he saw her drifting to sleep playing with his hand making him softly smile at the brunette.
Genesis’ POV:
I was gonna bite the head off the person who woke me up. Oh shit. Zemo, yeah okay. I groaned and opened my eyes to see James hovering over me with an amused smile.
So what? When I sleep? I sleep.
“How are you feeling?” he questioned as we walked towards where zemo was…
Ah crap, I broke down in front of him, again. “I’m sorry about earlier.” I apologized, although I didn’t really mean it cause it felt good having him there but he might’ve hated it so…did he just slap my head? “What was that for?” I cradled my head looking at him like he’s crazy…well he did admit that he was.
“stop apologizing for being human.” he stopped turning me around and looked at me, nope I should not have realized I loved him, it just makes looking at him harder, I nodded with my head down and continued walking towards Zemo.
“Thought you'd be here sooner. Don't worry. I've decided I'm not going to kill you” he informed turning to us from his Family memorial.
“Imagine our relief.” James deadpanned removing the safety of the gun.
“The girl has been radicalized beyond salvation. I warned Sam, but he didn't listen to me. He's as stubborn as Steve Rogers before him. But you... They literally programmed you to kill. James, do what needs to be done. Karli has people everywhere, and there's only one way to make sure she cannot continue her mission.” Zemo continued when I spoke up.
“I appreciate the advice. But we're gonna do it our own way.” I informed him as James pointed the gun to his face.
“Yeah. I was afraid you would say that.”
That’s when James pulled the trigger, the Disappointment in Zemo’s face knowing he couldn’t join his family was sad, but then again… he kind of deserves it.
“Ladies” He greeted at the Dora who marched in taking Zemo.
“I took the liberty of crossing off my name in your book. I hold no grudges for what you thought you had to do, Goodbye, James” I wasn’t really gonna miss him.
I walked away from the group, looking around the place, it was pretty beautiful, and soon James joined me. “hey do you think we have time for another stop?”
A/N: i was so close to throwing away my laptop cause tumblr wouldn't work. after bitching about it on wattpad it actually worked lmao.
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jamsbonkybernes · 2 days ago
Let me cut your hair
Parings: Bucky x Fem!reader
Summary: Bucky has neglected getting his hair cut for a few months and when his friend (who he has feelings for, but he somehow always forgets to mention that part) and him have some time off in the midst of a mission, waiting for a breakthrough, she offers to cut his hair for him.
Warnings: implied smut! Some fluff, I think that’s all.
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          Bucky grimaced a bit as he looked in the mirror, he hadn’t really noticed how long his hair had gotten. Of course, bucky’s hair was still much shorter than it used to be, but with how busy he’d been in the past months his hair grew out into a bit of an awkward state. He didn’t have much going on today though, him and Y/n were staying in waiting for a breakthrough and Sam was visiting with Sarah while he had the time. 
Y/n knew how to cut hair, he had seen her cut her own many tims in the years he’d known her. Though she had skill, and he trusted her with his own life, let alone his hair, but he could never bring himself to ask her for a haircut.
With a heavy sigh he brushed it of and figured he’d get a haircut after they were done with everything. He flicked of the light and set his destination to the coffee pot in the kitchen, leaving the bathroom and swiftly moving to his desired area. “Hello.” Y/n greeting him with a warm smile, the soft kind of smile that made his heart melt in an instant. She could turn Bucky into a puddle of a man with one look and he loved it, but he hated it because he couldn’t tell her. He was terrified of the power she had over him and how much he was absolutely, overwhelmingly overcome with adoration and admiration for her.
Bucky gulped, pulling himself from the fuzzy warm feeling in his head that made his want to watch her face for the next five hours. “Hi,” his voice came out quieter than he’d expected, it was a bit timid, worried. His voice calmed Y/n though, grounding her in the foggy morning that made her head pound in worry for how the day might play out. Seeing him in front of hr and hearing him acknowledge her made her feel hope for a good experience.
Y/n sipped her coffee in content as her eyes followed the tall man before her, she watched him pour his coffee and rub the sleep from his eyes. Her smile never left her lips and she nearly felt giddy at seeing his beautiful face this early, despite having been near him in the mornings before the feeling never withered away. His eyes met hers once he’d gulped down a swig of coffee, the bright blue becoming fully visible and brightened as his eyes widened a bit “What?” She shrugged, “nothing.” He tilted his head like a curious puppy, making her heart flip. “You’re just pretty.” She chuckled, watching the light rose color dust his cheeks. 
Bucky cleared his throat, suddenly feeling flustered at the compliment. Y/n’s eyes wandered to his messy hair that had grown over his ear a bit too much, dark tufts of hair sticking up her and there. She craved to run her hands through the soft locks and maybe even have the privilege of cutting it, feeling it wet as she washed it in preparation and ran her fingers over his scalp, snipping at the end just enough to bring it back to it’s cleaner style, and watching his face scrunch as she dried it.
“Hey- Bucky..” she used a curious tone, grabbing his attention once again. His heart raced a bit every time she asked him a question, out of excitement, fear, worry, wonder, he wasn’t sure. “Hm?” He nearly trembled in his voice, he couldn’t understand why he was so affected. “Can I cut your hair? If you want of course I don’t know if you wanted to keep growing it out or..” 
Could Y/n read his mind? It’s like she always knew when h needed or wanted something. She always appeared to be on the same wavelength as him and it baffled him at how connected she seemed to be to him. “Uh- um.” he stammered trying to find his response, “Yeah I was actually just thinking about needing a haircut.” “Ah, we’re in sync.” She hopped off of her sat, mug in hand. He chuckled at her playful tone watching her move around to the living room that the kitchen opened up to.
Placing a seat onto a towel and grabbing her supplies sh patted the cushion, inviting Bucky to sit down. Once seated she draped a second towel over his shoulders, ruffling his hair before turning away again. “Hey now.” he laughed, “Oh hush.” She spritzed his hair, wetting it enough for it to drip and began working. 
Her wishes had come true, it was almost a dream the way she got to feel through his hair, pulling it gently and snipping the ends. Ruffling the areas she worked on to let it fall correctly. Although it was going well, she had an issue in the front with getting at a good angle, unable to comfortably hold her hands to cut. “What’s wrong?” Bucky could see her struggle a bit, worry setting in more as seconds passed. “Nothing I just, can’t get close enough comfortably.” A nervous half laugh fell from her lips, he felt the air his his face softly. He blushed enough as it was everytime she grabbed his face gently to move his head and look at his hair, and his heartrate rose everytime she leaned in close enough for her scent to flood his senses, But when the thought that just formed passed his mind it was almost too much for him to handle.
He tried to think of the words to use to invite her onto his lap in an appropriate way, not wanting to make her uncomfortable but he simply opened his arms in an inviting way with a shrug. He could she Y/n think about it and almost heard her say “Fuck it, why not?” in her head before placing herself over his legs. Her legs were on both sides of his own and his hands rested on her thighs in attempt to keep her balanced. 
Bucky’s breathing was shallow and shaky, his heart felt like it was about to break out of his chest and lap into her own, his hands shook in their place a little and his eyes searched every inch of every other area away from Y/n. 
In finishing the haircut Y/n pulled away a bit to look over him one last time, searching for any imperfections that needed fixing in her work. She gulped when her eyes met his, nearly falling into them and their stl blue beauty. She flashed a smiled to him, setting the scissors on a table next to them,”I can hear you hear beating out of your chest.” A light chuckle danced on her tongue. He inhaled deeply through his mouth, no words breaking past the lump in his throat. Bringing the towel off of his shoulders, Y/n shook it off onto the towel beneath them and ruffled his hair dry. His nose scrunched up and his eyes squeezed shut in a way that made Y/n melt all over again.
Y/n pinched his chin a bit, warm smile still playing at her lips “I’m done. You still look pretty.” a closed mouth grin flashed across his face and his eyes flicked to her lips. “You are too.” Her grin grew and before Bucky could process his own actions he leaned forward, crashing his lips to hers. Y/n immediately kissed back, their mouths moving together perfectly.
The kiss was passionate and gre hungrier with every passing second. Bucky’s flesh hand rose to hold her face and his metal hand pulled her closer by the small of her back while she wrapped her arms around his neck. Once the kiss broke for much needed air and her hands moved to his still slightly damp hair, he moved down her neck to her collar bone, biting gently. The sensation shot hat straight to Y/n’s core, making her gasp. With a roll of her hips she elicated a small moan from Bucky, she could feel him growing hard against her heat and it made her yearn for more.
“Barnes I think it’d be wise if we moved this to my bedroom.” He grinned devilishly, placing o more kiss to Y/n’s lips before picking her up and bringing her towards the room.
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