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Sergeant Barnes

Summary: The Howling Commandos have several days leave at their base in England. A nearby dance has the unmarried men getting ready, particularly Bucky Barnes.

Length: 4.4 K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Gabe Jones, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, several OFC (named).

Warnings: Bucky worrying about the changes in him, a reference to racism, some anti-American sentiment. Otherwise it’s him being a major flirt.

Author notes: To the younger British women, an American boyfriend could mean access to better food, cigarettes and black-market goods. As a descendant of a British ATS cook and a Welsh soldier it was explained more than once that everyone, both American and British, would use the black market to get goods that were inaccessible otherwise. Nylons, shampoo, perfume, and rationed foods were just some of the more valued items one could buy from their black-market contact. I'm sure someone as popular as Sergeant Barnes would find a way to get those things to the people he was friends with.

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The Howling Commandos were given several days of leave while they were in England after one of their successful missions. Some of the married servicemen spent it on base, taking the opportunity to sleep in and relax, perhaps stopping in at a local pub for a quiet drink. Others spent it in London, making the rounds of the various pubs, starting with the Whip and Fiddle, basking in people recognizing them from the news reels, and buying them drinks. Two of the soldiers, namely Bucky Barnes and Gabe Jones, were invited to attend a dance in the small town near where their units were based.

"Sergeant Barnes," greeted Barbara, a barmaid at the local pub, as she placed a glass of whiskey in front of him. "There's a dance tonight. Some of my girlfriends are going. Perhaps you and Private Jones could show us how you Yanks dance. You both look like you know what you're doing on the dance floor."

Jones looked at Barnes and shrugged. "You don't mind my kind being there?" he asked. Barbara looked blankly at him, as if she didn't know what he was talking about. "I could get into trouble asking a white girl to dance."

"Oh that." She laughed and leaned close to him. "It doesn't bother any of us and I'm sure the Sarge will have your back, won't you?"

"Damn right, I will," replied Bucky. "Come on, Gabe. If I can dance with your girlfriends in a club in Harlem, surely you can dance with Barbara and her friends here if they're okay with it." He smiled at the barmaid. "I've seen him dance and he's almost as good as I am. Are you sure you can keep up with us?"

"You two just show up and maybe bring a couple of your friends," she said. "I wouldn't mind getting that Dum Dum fellow on the dance floor."

"Naw, he's married," replied Bucky. "He's in London, anyways. We'll see who we can round up, but you better make sure there's enough girls for us."

After returning to base, Bucky sent Gabe to round up more guys to back them up, in case there was trouble. He went to see Steve, who was supposed to be writing a report of how he rescued so many soldiers at that factory. Instead of being behind a desk in an office Bucky found Steve and Peggy Carter sitting side by side at a table in the commissary, having a coffee together.

"Well, well, well," said Bucky as he sauntered into the room. "You must have finished already."

"Sergeant," smiled Peggy. "Join us."

"Don't mind if I do," he replied, smirking, as he poured himself a coffee from an urn on the counter. "Just came to see how Steve was doing on that report. How is it going? Finished?”

"Pretty good except I’m not done yet," said Steve. “They want me to really emphasize my part in it, but you guys were part of it as well.”

"It’s a morale thing," replied his friend. "You’re a big hero now."

"Well, it just proves I can get the job done, I guess," said Steve. "What have you been doing the last few days?"

"Drinking at the local pub although Gabe and I are going to a dance tonight. Too bad you're still stuck writing the report. Agent Carter, you could come."

She looked back at Steve. "I think I'll stay and keep him company. We can put a radio on if we want to dance."

Steve blushed when Bucky pushed him slightly in the arm, knowing his friend had two left feet. Finishing his coffee, the sergeant stood up.

"Well, I'm going to hit the showers and get myself prettied up," he said, then he grinned. "Don't wait up for me."

As he left the mess hall, he walked past one of the barracks and stuck his head in to say there was a dance in town that night. Several of the soldiers indicated they would be there, and Bucky told them to pass the word on.

Once he got to his barracks, Bucky gathered his shaving kit and clean underwear, heading to the shower building. As he stood under the stream of water, he felt his chin and jaw, noticing his beard had grown in faster than it usually did. Part of him wondered if what that little Nazi, Zola, had injected him with in that lab, made it that way. He didn’t want to think about it and tried to put it out of his mind. Finishing the shower, he came out with a towel wrapped around his waist, nodding at one of the other guys who was shaving at the sink next to him.

"You’re friends with Captain Rogers, right?" asked the man, a Corporal Donovan, if Bucky remembered correctly. “Is it true he was a little guy?”

"Known him since we were kids,” replied Bucky. “He had asthma, stomach issues, caught every illness floating around except polio, which is a miracle in itself, but he had one important thing always going for him." He glanced at the man as he lathered up his face. "Faith and I'm not talking about religion. He believed in doing the right thing all the time, standing up for himself even against the odds."

He stopped saying anything then, wondering if he was even allowed to talk about the changes in Steve. Donovan didn’t ask anything else, but finished shaving and rinsed his face off.

“You going to that dance?” he asked. Bucky nodded as he shaved his throat area. “I’ll see you there, Sarge.”

“Yeah, sure,” replied Bucky, feeling even more certain he shouldn’t have said anything.

He took the last few swipes with his razor, then felt with his fingertips for any spots that he missed. Satisfied, he rinsed the remaining shave cream off of his face, dried it, and applied some aftershave to his face, patting his cheeks after. As he brushed his teeth, he thought about who would be there. Barbara was fun. Maybe he would be able to go home with her as she lived close by. With being on leave, he didn’t have to be on base all the time. Since he was rescued, he noticed in the few times he had been with a woman that it got up faster, kept up longer, and was ready to go again quicker. Even though he had no issues before the war, since he was experimented on, that guy that he used to be seemed like a schoolboy. Perhaps he should have said something to someone about the changes he noticed but then they would want to do tests on him. What if the Nazis did something to him that would make him a traitor? He looked at himself in the mirror and breathed out. No, he would deal with it. No one else had to know.

He picked up his shaving kit and went over to where his clean underwear, T-shirt and trousers were hanging, putting them on. Placing his soiled clothes in a laundry bag with his ID on it, he reminded himself to drop it off at the laundry before he went to the dance and headed back to the barracks. Opening his footlocker he found clean socks, slipping them on. From his upright locker, he pulled out a dress shirt, doing up the buttons, then changed into his dress trousers. Tucking the shirt in, he tightened the belt, then slipped his dress shoes on. His watch came next then he took his tie with him to stand in front of a mirror on the wall and put it on, making sure it looked crisp against his clean dress shirt. Returning to his locker he put his dress jacket on next, making sure he had all of his insignias and badges on, and the belt adjusted properly. Most of them didn't matter much to him except for his sniper's badge, sergeant's insignia, and the newest, a Howling Commandos patch, but the ladies sure liked them. He pulled a couple of packs of cigarettes out of his footlocker and put them in his jacket pocket, along with his Zippo lighter.

"Hey, I'm headed to the laundry, if any of you have some to drop off," he announced to the others that were there.

Gabe tossed him his bag, and two more were thrown at his feet. Picking them up he took them over to the laundry building. Stepping inside he saw that Mrs. Watkins was taking in the bags of dirty laundry. The older lady smiled at him.

"Sergeant Barnes," she said. "We missed you the other day. You promised you would get us some tinned fruit."

"I did promise and I'm sorry I didn't come through," he said, putting the four bags on the counter. "I'll tell you what. I'll go over to the commissary right now and pick up a couple of large tins, just for you, sweetheart."

"Stop it, I'm a married woman and old enough to be your ...."

"Older sister," he interrupted. "I still don't believe that you have a son in the British Army. Not with those dimples."

The older woman blushed. "You do know how to make a woman feel young," she replied. "Go on then. Get those tins and I'll write up these laundry tickets."

"You're a doll, Mrs. Watkins," he grinned. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

Heading over to the commissary he looked to see which of the ATS cooks were on duty. The Auxiliary Territorial Service was the women's branch of the British Army. Most of its members were cooks, clerks and storekeepers although Bucky heard that some were being trained to join the anti-aircraft batteries as part of some mixed crews, and in the searchlight crews that lit up incoming enemy aircraft during air raids. He was pleased to see that one of his regular girlfriends, Vera, was on duty. Picking up a paper napkin from the dispenser he tore a strip off of it, rolled it up into a little ball and aimed it at the blonde. When it hit her, she frowned then looked around at who would do such a thing. Once she saw him, she grinned and jerked her head around to the back, before calling to one of the other women.

"I'm taking a smoke break!"

Her sergeant acknowledged it and Vera slipped through the back of the structure, coming out to find Bucky waiting for her with one of packages of cigarettes from his footlocker.

"Oh, love," she cooed. "Are those for me?"

"Absolutely, doll," he replied. "Just got back the other day from ... well I can't tell you where I was because it's classified."

He put two cigarettes in between his lips and lit them, handing her one, then tucking the almost full package into a pocket in her apron. She took a long drag and closed her eyes as she inhaled the smoke then let it languidly out. A tendril of hair had worked its way out of her hair net and Bucky gently tucked it back in.

"I missed you, baby," he murmured. "Thought about you."

"No, you didn't," she replied. "I know you have other girlfriends, and I really don't mind. You made it very clear that what we have is just a bit of fun. I'm not complaining. What do you want?"

"See, this is what I like about you, Vera," smiled Bucky. "You know a guy like me has all sorts of obligations. I kind of promised someone a couple of large tins of fruit. She did a favour for me." Vera raised her eyebrows at him. "Not that kind of favour. She reminds me of my mother, treats me like her son who's in the British Army. Now those cigarettes are for you, and I just might be able to find some black-market nylons, if you can help me with this obligation."

"I don't know, Bucky," said the dark-eyed blonde. "They're cracking down on pilfering. I heard one of the storekeepers got canned for taking a tin of meat for her mam. I need this job. My sister just found out she's expecting, and it won't be long before she's let go from the factory."

"How about if I distract your sergeant and you just liberate a couple of the tins, put them outside the door here? Then you go back to your station, I’ll take several more minutes to make sure you're in the clear, then come back and grab the tins. Better yet, if you do get into trouble, I'll vouch for you. Being a Howling Commando has its advantages."

"You'll lose your rank," she stated. "I don't want that."

"Never wanted to be a sergeant," he answered. "Hate the responsibility. Come on, Vera. Help a soldier out. Next time we're on a date I'll do that thing you like." He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, making her giggle. "You know you like that."

"Alright, go on with you," she said. "You distract the old biddy and I'll get your tins, just two. Any more is pushing it."

Grasping her face in his hands Bucky kissed her deeply then pulled away. "That's a down payment on our date," he smiled. "I owe you, doll."

She pushed him away, shaking her head at his audacity. Returning to the front of the service area he saw the sergeant haranguing one of the other cooks. Stubbing his cigarette out he walked close to where the grey-haired woman was and waited patiently. When she finished criticizing the cook, he cleared his throat.

"Excuse me, Sergeant?" he asked politely.

She turned to look at him, frowning at first. "What is it, Sergeant?" she asked. "I'm a little busy here."

"Yes, Ma'am, I can see that," he said. "I need your help and Major Falsworth, one of my fellow Howling Commandos, said it was something that you would be able to assist me with."

"The Major said that?" Her face brightened. Bucky was glad he had interpreted her longing glances at the British Major correctly. "What can I help you with?"

"Well, Ma'am." He hesitated. "No, perhaps I shouldn't ask, as the ingredients would be too difficult to acquire."

"Why don't you let me determine that," she replied, firmly.

"Well, the General apparently had a British mother and he said she made a Bakewell something with a cherry on it. What was it again?"

He put on his best thinking face. "Cherry Bakewell?" She looked at him inquisitively.

"Yes, that's it!" he smiled. "Would you be able to make him a cherry Bakewell? I think's it close to the date where his mother passed away, God rest her soul, and I thought seeing something that he had such fond memories of would help him feel better."

"That's a lovely sentiment, Sergeant but that recipe requires flour, ground almonds, egg, butter, sugar ... I just couldn't justify the cost of it, not even for the General. I'm not even sure I could find some of the ingredients, not when there's a war on."

He noticed Vera coming back to her station, giving him a big smile. Putting a look of disappointment on his face he nodded sagely at the older woman.

"Well, thank you anyways," he said. "By the way Major Falsworth described one, it sounds like quite the treat. Perhaps someday, when the ingredients are more available, we could see about it. I appreciate your honesty."

She nodded at him, and he tipped his cap to her then winked at Vera on his way outside. Slipping to the back he found the two large tins, and scooped them up, quickly heading back to the laundry. When Mrs. Watkins saw him approaching, she gave him a big smile.

"There you go," he said, handing her the two tins. "Mind you don't flash them about. I wouldn't want any of my other girlfriends around here to think I have a favourite."

"Go on with you, you're such a flirt," blushed Mrs. Watkins. "I know the drill. Here's your tickets, love. They'll be ready the day after tomorrow."

"You're a real cracker," grinned Bucky, tipping his cap and picking up the laundry tickets.

On the way back he stopped at the command tent to see if any mail had arrived and grabbed a stack of letters. By the time he got back to the barracks nearly everyone who was going to dance was ready. He handed out the other laundry tickets to those who gave him their bags then distributed the mail. With that task done and before they left, he made sure everyone going had everything they needed, including condoms, money, and cigarettes. With complaints they were going to miss the bus the assorted men walked to the gates of the base and waited for the local bus that headed into the nearby town.

When it arrived, they clambered on. As ladies got on, they offered their seats to them, chatting to them when they learned the ladies were also headed to the dance. Some of the older folk rolled their eyes at the confidence of the American soldiers and as they got off near the dance hall Bucky heard one older gentleman mutter.

"Look at them Yanks; overpaid, oversexed, and over here."

He grinned at the oversexed part, knowing it was true for him, at least. Not that he would ever force a woman, but he would sure spend time convincing a willing girl that he was worth having fun with. The chase was part of the fun, and he didn't always care if the girl put out or not. If she did, he would make sure she enjoyed the encounter. If she didn't, he wouldn't worry about it. A line was already at the dance hall as he joined it and pulled out his cigarettes to light one up. A woman's hand took it from his and put it between her lips. Turning to look he smiled.

"Barbara, you made it," he said, lighting the cigarette up for her then lighting one up for him. He looked past her. "Bring a date? Did you bring friends?" He gestured to the other soldiers around him. "I brought mine."

She looked at all of the men, some of them eyeing her back. "Well done, Sarge," she answered, as she blew out some smoke. "I brought friends. I want the first dance with you."

"Absolutely, doll," he smiled. "Is your flatmate home?" She shook her head and smiled, taking another drag of her cigarette. "I guess that means we'll have the last dance together, yeah?"

She didn't answer but did link her arm with his and they stepped forward as the line grew shorter. When they finally got inside the hall Bucky went to the bar and got himself a scotch and Barbara a gin and tonic. They sipped it as Gabe and several other soldiers from the base joined them. A friend of Barbara's also came over, giving Gabe a good look.

"Looks like the band is about to start," said Bucky, as they put their drinks on a railing beside the wall. "Come on Babs, I'll show you how a boy from Brooklyn dances."

As G.I. Jive began Bucky got into the swing of things, then noticed Gabe beside him with Barbara's friend. The two men grinned at each other as they each showed their moves to their dance partners. For the next several dances the two men danced with the same girls then Gabe finally indicated he needed a break and saluted Bucky, before pulling Celeste, his dance partner, off the dance floor. They both had some of their drinks as Bucky stayed out for one more dance before he and Barbara finally took a break, returning to their drinks.

"Well, doll?" asked Bucky. "How was that?"

"Not bad," she replied, coolly. Bucky almost did a spit take which she laughed at. "Alright, Bucky, it was pretty good. You're very light on your feet and know what you're doing."

A slow song came up and she put her drink down, putting her hand out to Bucky. With a grin he spun her out to the dance floor then pulled her close, as The Man I Love played. Bending his head down to hers he breathed in her hair, appreciating that she had washed it for tonight. With all of the rationing going on he knew that shampoo was almost non-existent, meaning she used some of her meagre ration of bar soap to do the job. He wondered if he could find some black-market shampoo for her.

"Your hair smells great," he murmured. "You look good, too. Should have said it when you found me in the line."

"You're saying it now," replied Barbara, then she looked up at him. "I'm glad you made it. You're always fun, Bucky."

He smiled and kissed her lightly on the shell of her ear. Even though several other girls gave him the eye he decided to stick with Barbara for the evening. She was a good egg and like Vera, knew he wasn't looking for love, just a bit of fun. Looking at the other dancers he was happy to see that all of the men that came from their base had dance partners. When the band took a break, he and several others lined up at the kitchen window, ordering fish and chips as well as bags of crisps to munch on. There was a lot of laughter during the short break as people hurried to eat before the dancing started up again. Bucky had to intervene during an argument between two soldiers, as one of them lost his dance partner when she left early, then began chatting up other girls during the break. Barbara helped, finding one of her girlfriends who had arrived late.

As they headed out onto the dance floor several women from the kitchen came out with trays, clearing the debris left from the food, as well as picking up empty glasses. They danced nearly all of the dances, with Bucky having a full drink during the ones they sat out. Barbara sat on his lap during their short breaks, receiving several intense kisses from Bucky that left no doubt about his intentions afterwards. After several hours the last call for drinks was made and couples began leaving. Bucky didn’t even feel any effects from all the alcohol he drank. He noticed Gabe leaving with Celeste then turned to Barbara and put his arm around her.

"What do you say, should we head out?" he asked, giving Barbara a look that made her feel warm inside.

"Alright," she replied. "You'll walk me home?"

He nodded, drained the rest of his drink and stopped to pick up his cap at the hat check. They headed out into the night and Barbara reached into her handbag for her flashlight, dimmed down so that it was just bright enough to light their path. Ten minutes later Barbara slowed up in front of a row house. Bucky ran his hands down her arms, then around her waist and kissed her hard, pulling her close to his body. She kissed him back then kept her face close to his.

"Are you coming up?" she asked.

"If you want," he replied, gazing at her intently. "Am I staying?"

He could see her smile in the dark. "If you want."

Slowly she pulled herself away and took her key out, then opened the door to the building. Following her inside, they quietly made their way up the stairs to the third floor, and she unlocked her door. Before she could turn on a light Bucky pulled her into his arms and kissed her, twisting their tongues together as if it was the last time. She whimpered slightly, then pulled him into her bedroom, closing the door behind her, knowing that the best part of inviting Sergeant Bucky Barnes into your bed was that he would make a girl feel like she was the most important thing in the world for the next few hours. After he left, it was certain that he wouldn't blab about it to anyone. He would keep a ladies' reputation intact and if she ever found a fellow that wanted to marry her, would be the first one to offer congratulations, saying the fellow was a lucky man. More importantly, he would mean it. One thing that all of the women in his life hoped for Sergeant Barnes was that someday he would find the right woman who would make him a lucky man. Certainly, she would be a lucky woman.

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pandagirl45 · 7 months

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Bucky: collar me tony

Tony: *who was walking trips on air falling over* w-what!?

Bucky: *kneels in front of him showing his fangs* collar. Me.

Tony: °\\\°

#tony stark #bucky barnes #winteriron #tony being flirted with #he wasnt ready #bucky flirting #tw collar #bucky showing his kinky side #also slightly feral bucky barnes #tony stark x bucky barnes

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jasontoddsmommyissues · 1 year

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Sambucky as Text Posts 1/?

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buckypascal · 4 months

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Truly getting tired of either Steve's character getting reduced to nothing but 'peggypeggypeggypeggy' or Bucky and Steve plotlines recycled to fit some hetero narrative 🙃

#just gimme one thing with them in it where these things dont happen #steve rogers #bucky barnes #anti steggy #stucky #what if #what if spoilers #what if...?#marvel #dont get me wrong. i liked this episode. but like. the flirting???? steve talks to bucky and scott like twice. if that. like cmon????

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amarriageoftrueminds · 9 months

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#stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #MCU #chris evans #sebastian stan #my stucky gif #STEVE CONFIRMING THIS WAS FLIRTING BY USING BUCKY'S EXACT TACTICS #sharon carter #dat's me #mcu meta #meta #steve meta #bucky meta #stucky meta #CACW #CATFA #cacw deleted scene #remember folks: REBLOG 🔁 / DON'T JUST LIKE 🤍

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lovelybarnes · 8 months

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Found Waldo- B. Barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader warnings: does this suck?? help i fell asleep and i'm trying to post it again about: request!! bucky lookinf dor you in the crowd after a big win flirting and football

Bucky’s in the antenatal period of exhaustion, where adrenaline still thrums hard enough beneath his skin to forgo approaching aches and embrace the fresh scent of torn grass. Everything is glossy and idealized after a win; the air crisper, audience roar quieter but just as powerful.

He pants meters away from the goal, still reeling from the hum of the buzzer, the toe of his cleat still prickly warm from the ball. As has become routine, his focus moves from the game to the stands, eyebrows pulling as he searches a particular square of the stadium for his jacket wrapped around your shoulders.

It was a big game. It’s an even bigger win. He can already foresee how excited you’ll be.

His scouring is interrupted by his teammates’ noisy celebration, still far away but not for long. They’re louder than the audience but he can’t help but keep glancing back at the aisles, taken aback when he sees an empty space next to Wanda.

She catches his attention and points an emphatic arm down below to the lowest part of the stands, where you’re bouncing on the balls of your feet in the delighted dance you tend to do each time he scores. His chest hurts at the smile he can see from where he stands, the bright paint smeared across your cheeks wrinkling with them.

He raises a thumb to his nose, pushing into one side as nonchalantly as habit has allowed.

He’s far away and tiny but you catch the movement, eagerly mirroring his actions all the way from your place behind the railings, your movements far more frenetic than his. Your finger lingers, climbing down to your chest, pressing stoutly as a complement to the gesture. The distance does nothing to blur his beam, a leg shifting in your direction.

He doesn’t notice his teammates sprinting toward him in all directions like an overjoyed ambush. You can spot Steve tugging him by the shoulders and Pietro bouncing to his other side. Bucky blinks in shock but recovers quickly, accepting praise and joining celebration.

He’s as ecstatic as they are but his face never strays from your direction for too long, nodding along to something Sam says before glancing back at you.

When someone else turns to him, Bucky stops him as courteously as he can, squeezing his shoulder. “Can you give me a second?” he asks, already backing away. “Just a sec,” he promises.

You see him hold up a finger, his attention finally fully on Clint before he spins around and takes off toward you. You wonder if he’s insane as you realize what he’s doing, leaning over the metal bars to check how high up you are.

He has to look up to see you when he gets close enough, and he watches you drop to the floor and begin to force one of your arms out between the railings to touch him. “Bucky,” he hears you say. "Babe, that was—”

He doesn’t let you finish, taking ahold of a rail and pulling himself up. You pull your arm back in surprise, staring at him in bewilderment. “What are you doing?”

He winks at you from below, climbing until his hands can reach your face when you stand. His eyebrow quirks up, tongue swiping across his bottom lip. “So, how’d I do?” he asks, cheeky.

You stare at him for a second, gaze thoughtful and brows creased. You don't try to mask it when you decide on your reaction, lips contorting into as restrained a smile as you could want to manage. "You were spectacular. I have never been more alert at a football game."

"I know," he says surrepticiously. "You called me babe," he whispers, eyes widening in theatric shock. "I've never heard you say it without disgust before, you must be really proud."

You roll your eyes through incredulous laughter, shaky fingers pulling stray hair away from his eyes. "I am," you profess gently, letting them trail all the way down to his ears, pulling him closer as gently as you can. "I can't believe you found me. I guess all those Find Waldo books your mom said you were obsessed with paid off, huh?" you tease, cocking your chin to flash the lined paint. "That's actually why I did stripes."

"Prettiest Waldo I've ever found," he tells you.

You wrinkle your nose and boo. "I would never forgive you for that if I wasn't so excited right now."

He laughs, dipping down to kiss you. "That wasn't too bad. I could do worse."

“Yeah, I know,” you tell him, chiding and sweet all at the same time when you press another to his lips.

He doesn’t let you pull away too fast. “One more,” he pleads, fingers aching to touch your skin but reluctant to stain it. He’s close enough to catch every little movement of your face, utterly grateful that he knows you well enough to recognize the way your face creases is to hide your lashes pinching in surrender. “Please?”

You cock your head at him in disbelief. “I’m not falling for it,” you tell him.

“I know,” he says.

“I’m not,” you insist, brushing your nose against his when you kiss him again.

You're not, you think. Weakly.

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1343-40 · 11 days

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here's another snippet from this hockey au fic i'm working on that's based off swifty's mota hockey au for anyone interested

had the stupidest vision about how buck gets his nickname in this universe, so i had to go ahead and write it bc who even gives a fuck right

Gale can vividly remember the first time he got called Buck by him, though. It was a mid-December game, and he and the Flyer center were waiting on a faceoff in the o-zone after Bucky made a glove save earlier. There was some issue with the timer, so Gale had almost unintentionally drifted closer to the net as they waited for it to be fixed, and got poked with a stick in his shin.

“Watch where you skate, buck,” Egan jeered at him, leaning back onto the crossbar with his elbows.

Gale could barely hear him behind the mask, some annoying remix of a then popular pop song blasting overhead making it even harder.

He poked his mouthguard out of the corner of his mouth. “I’m not your bud.”

“I said buck!”

“What?”

“Buck? Like Bucky? Ah, never mind,” Egan had waved him off with his glove, and then the official finally had come over to the faceoff dot to drop the puck and Gale had to leave the unsettlingly awkward conversation behind.

He got texted a link by several people later, after they managed to scrape out a 2-1 win at home. It was a video of a postgame media scrum of Egan, who had made 46 saves that night.

“You were exchanging words with Cleven there near the end,” a reporter had said. “Mind sharing with us, what about?”

“Ah, yeah, me and Buck were jus’ making dinner plans, nothin’ to worry ‘bout.”

“Buck? Is that a nickname of his?”

Egan had glanced at the camera lens right then, and Gale clenched his jaw. It felt like Egan was looking right at Gale, when he said, “It is now.”

#clegan #gale cleven #john egan #hockey au #mota #ww2 yaoi #bucky: trying to flirt. buck: this guy is trying to beef?#roogts tag

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sunnysideprincess · 3 months

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Steve "I yell and snap at him until we finally give into the sexual tension" Rogers and Tony Stark

Bucky "I brood and stare and knife aggressively at everyone else until he takes me home for some tlc" Barnes and Sam Wilson

#they just dumb ol' brooklyn boys #who don't know modern flirting #stevetony #sambucky #stony #winterfalcon #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sam wilson #tony stark

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cable-knit-sweater · 1 year

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Just…thoughts.

#stucky AU #Bucky is a mess #and an even bigger mess in Prof! Steve’s classes #bc LOOK at him #Bucky definitely flirts with Steve in the least smooth way possible #but he doesn’t think he’s imagining the way Steve looks him up and down #anyway #😫😫😫#pls someone write this too #stucky

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vibraniumarm06-bucket · 1 year

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Open Your Heart

Summary: Moments where Bucky tries to flirt with you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: "***" means time skip. My requests are open :))

J.B.B. Masterlist || Main Masterlist

James Buchanan Barnes was a man of few words. He never expressed what he was feeling and kept it bottled up. After what happened in Germany, Tony and Steve managed to reconcile, talk things out, and get Bucky the help he needed in Wakanda. Tony worked on getting pardons for everyone that required them. After working on fixing the new dynamic that left a hole in the team, Fury recruited you into the team to help solidify the team and get them back to a place of trust.

After Bucky had the trigger words removed and was okay to come live in the compound, he avoided you. At first, it was because you were an absolute ray of sunshine and never backed down from anything and he didn’t want to corrupt you with his darkness. Instead, he just stared at you from a distance and took you all in. But, that never stopped you from trying to be his friend. He grew closer to you and like the rest of the team confided in you about anything and everything.

His therapist had said that this was good, that he was opening up to someone other than Steve. He had then mentioned that maybe Bucky had feelings for you and that in order to start showing emotion to flirt with you. Bucky had scoffed at the idea of being given homework, but it did not stop the blush that formed on his cheeks when he saw you.

You were bounding down the hallway towards him. You ran straight into him laughing loudly and hid behind him as a shield. “Protect me Bucky!!!” You squealed softly as you gripped the back of his shirt. He felt a shiver run down his spine and felt the back of his neck heat up slightly.

Sam followed her covered in slime and feathers and it took everything in him not to laugh at Sam’s angry face. “Where is she?” he spits out and Bucky shrugs his shoulders “ Don’t know bird brain” he manages to get out with the beginnings of a smile starting to form on his face.

“You know Y/N, you can’t have Bucky protect you forever” Sam spits out before turning on his heel and heading towards his room. You just laugh as Bucky turns around to face you.

“My knight in shining armour!” You say as you hug him “ Thank youuuu!!!” you sing out as you grip him tighter. Bucky slowly wraps his arms around you and holds you close. “I’m always here for you, Doll,” he says as you both pull away. Deciding to act on what his therapist told him he tries to wink after speaking but closes both eyes at the same time leaving you confused a little.

“Why are you blinking with both your eyes like that Buck?” He blushes and whispers “It was supposed to be a wink” But at that time Steve rounded the corner yelling out your name angrily also covered in slime and feathers. “Two for two!” You yell out laughing as you see Steve not having heard Bucky before running away before Steve can reach you.

***

In the meeting brief for the upcoming mission, you feel someone staring at you. You look up straight across from you and catch Bucky’s gaze. The intense stare of those blue eyes seems to hypnotise and freeze you to the spot. You could see thoughts pooling around in them which sends a little shiver down your spine. You cough slightly to gain your thoughts again before mouthing to him “Stop staring at me to distract me!”. Feeling flustered you look away as he begins to mouth back to you “I’m not staring to distract you”.

***

Tony had decided to throw together a last-minute costume party to which everyone had whined and groaned except you. “Oh come on guys, it’ll be super fun!” you had remarked and decided to help those who needed it to come up with costume ideas.

When Bucky approached you for help with his costume an hour before the party was about to begin, you were already dressed as Pikachu. You had taken the time to raid your closet and put it together within two days. As you put on your headband that represented the ears you heard Bucky’s voice ring out “ I like your costume, you look very cute” , his smile was soft and there was a tint to his cheeks as he rubbed his neck.

“Are you making fun of me?” You asked with a small pout which Bucky couldn’t deny made you look even cuter. “N-no, I mean it, you look very nice. I uh- I don’t have a costume and I need help heh ” he mutters softly as he gives you puppy eyes begging you for help. You couldn’t help the smile that breaks out across your face “I thought you would come sooner or later, which is why I put this together” you say as you head to your wardrobe and pull out a hanger that resembles a costume for Ash. You blush as you hand it to him knowing that he has no clue that it goes with yours.

Later on in the night, Sam mentioned to Bucky how cute you both were for wearing a couple's costume yet he hadn’t taken any official steps to ask you out on a date. Or in Sam’s words “You’re not out there to catch ‘em all Bucky! You already caught the best one, make your move old man” . It made Bucky’s heart skip a beat knowing that you care for him and might somehow feel for him as he does for you.

***

Winter had approached leaving the days more dull and dreary. You were on a walk with Bucky, Steve and Sam. The latter two were walking ahead of you and Bucky as you were beginning to feel the cold. “It’s a bit cold, you should hold my hand, so it doesn’t freeze” Bucky leaned down to whisper into your ear and you jumped slightly from his warm breath and close contact. You blush slightly looking at the ground, kicking a small stone in front of you instead of meeting his intense stare. “I’m not that cold, I can give you my gloves if you want?” You reply a little embarrassed even though you want to intertwine your fingers with his.

You want more than just holding hands with this fine man beside you. You want to live life with him as your partner, waking up next to him, seeing all his imperfections and falling in love with him more for them. You want it all, but you were too scared to admit that to him. You were afraid he just sees you as his best friend because he wasn’t really that close to the rest of the team, Steve being the exception.

Bucky stops the both of you before pulling you down an empty alleyway, pressing you against the brick wall. “Doll, I barely feel the cold since the serum. It takes a lot more than this to take me down” . You squeak in shock and gulp slowly as his face is so close to yours. “I’ve been trying to flirt with you for a while baby,” he says tucking the few strands of hair that had fallen behind your ear. He sighs softly, eyes glancing to your lips before back to yours. “Y-you have?” You stutter wide-eyed, totally and utterly in shock that this beautiful man standing in front of you felt the same way you felt for him. “Of course, I lo- have deep feelings for you, beautiful girl” . You wrap one of your arms around his neck and use the other to cup his cheek. You feel tears beginning to form in your eyes. “Oh Buck, I love you too” you whisper before leaning in and kissing his lips.

“Well, it’s about time” You hear Steve’s voice in the background as Bucky kisses you back passionately, holding onto you as if you would disappear any second.

“Thank goodness, he’ll take up her time and she won’t prank us anymore” Sam mutters to Steve feeling a little relieved but happy for both of his friends. Steve nods his head and looks up to the sky saying his thanks which they both chuckle about.

You and Bucky pull away from each other and rest your foreheads together trying to catch your breaths. “Mine”, “Always Buck, I’m all yours” You agree. “I’m yours too, all of me is yours, you have my heart Doll” Bucky whispers against your lips saying a mental prayer to his therapist for pushing him to start embracing his feelings.

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