#bucky pov

[mcubuckyxlokisbitch]

Out of all the Time Lines

Short Series !

Female Asgardian reader (now avenger) X TVA Loki

Chapter 1: Avengers I need your help (done)

Chapter 2: Interrogations and proclamations (done)

Chapter 3: Even Asgardians have myths (comming soon)

Chapter 4: -

Chapter 5: -

Chapter 6: -

Summary: After your Lokis death and have moved on and joined the Avengers. After the aftermath of Endgame you and the other remaining Avengers all seek shelter in the new Avengers Warehouse Pepper Potts bought as a temporary replacement while the Avengers mansion is being renovated. What happened after a very tired mission. Well, you're speechless, to say the least.

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You entered the living room with the rest of the team all covered in dust, scratches and tired faces. All of you just saved another casual disaster but the aftermath was the annoying part, burning buildings, hurt people, without Tony stark it meant the clean up crew for the Avengers were the Avengers.

"Alright, what movie and what restaurant shall we engage in tonight." You say as you use your magic to teleport your sword to your room and grab the telephone on the coffee table, plopping on the couch.

"I don't know, but I am in the mood for some Mexican food," Sam said walking in and taking off his goggles.

"Yeah no we just had Mexican yesterday Sam there is no way I am eating another burrito, enchiladas, or taco for the 5th time this week." Bucky shouted as he stretched out on the loveseat next to the couch.

Scott, Thor, Wanda, Peter, Kate and Yelena walked in as they made their way to the kitchen and the living room to relax after a long day.

"Well I for one could actually go for some Phò." Wanda said while grabbing a glass of water. "Yes that actually sounds nice," you replied.

"Second it." Bucky Raised his hand and passed out on the loveseat.

"I will fiest on any of your choosing," Thor said while taking off his cape to wipe off the gunk from storm breaker.

"Phò sounds wonderful. Just make sure I get one of those spring roles. Oh and don't forget were running out of chilli sauce." Yelena shouted from the fridge.

"I just restocked." Scott threw his arms and groaned. "hah." Yelena mocked.

Peter took off his mask and rubbed his forehead combing his hair back, he had the worst migraine ever. Was this a spider sense? Why is it worse than ever?

You shouted for his attention, "Peter man of the hour, Mexican or Phò." Peter didn't answer, he was trying to hold himself on the table trying to compile himself.

"Peter?" You looked towards him. You started to get worried and walked towards him. "Peter. Did you hear me, Phò or Mexican?"

Peter looked at you and fell on his butt.

"Look kid we all are tired but at least try to make it to the couch I ain't carrying you." Same teased.

"Peter are you alright," Wanda said with a concerned face rushing towards him.

"Just tired... crazy migraine, feels like a spider sense but not ...it's the worst I've had." Peter looked at the concerned faces towards him, while he found support from your hand "Probably just tired." he chuckled.

"Well Phò it is, maybe next time Sam." You shook the phone and gave it to Scott to take the orders because he knew the team lie the back of his hand.

"Peter do you require help to get on the couch." You brought Peter back up as he tried to make his way onto the kitchen island.

"I'm fine just need water and a good meal. Imma lay by here." He groaned and slipped onto the table face on the surface.

You went to the sink to pour him a glass of water. Placed it on the counter making sure he drank every drop.

You grabbed a popcorn pack from a top shelf and brought it to the microwave as you set the time. You looked back at Peter who was getting a second refill.

You crossed your arms as you leaned back on the wall waiting for the timer on the microwave to go off. You closed you eyes resting your head as you looked up the ceiling.

"Teya what movie...Not silence of the lambs"

"Action or Comedy, Sam I don't mind..." You sighed not opening your eyes taking some shut eye before the alarm in the warehouse blares for the next emergency.

"Cassie said Gnomeo and Juliet was nice," Scott said looking through his phone.

"Bucky is scared of the Frog." You chuckled.

"In my Defense doll I only said it to make my move on you." he smirked kissing your cheek.

"Now thats a new level of low and pathetic." Sam groaned in disgust. You try reach for an aspirin on the top shelf but Bucky beat you to it.

"Here." he passed the bottle to you.

"I lift cars, I think can lift a shelf handle." you retorted to him

"We talked about this doll," he places both his arms on your shoulder.

"Right..." you breathed and dialouged dramatically " Why thank you, James, you're such a gentleman." flipping your hair.

"OH I call dibs on Robocop" Yelena raised her hand after laying out all the snacks.

"I'm letting the kid's pop culture spinner decide." Sam takes the remote from Scott and faces back to Peter. "Yo Pete what movie."

"Babylon," Peter replied from the kitchen island still rubbing his temple.

"As long as it's not Hamilton." You teased.

"Sams got it all memorized by now." Bucky continued.

"Not as much as you Buck, I heard him belting burn last night," Sam replied. The microwave beeped as you turned your back from the crowd and you grabbed a bowl to place the pack in.

"Heh well, you can say he's gonna be your right-hand man." you giggled at your cringe joke. "Get it." but no response was made, just silence from the crowd.

"Oh cmon that was fun-" you turn to see the reason of their response and froze "Ny......"

"Avengers I need your help."

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[im-a-marvel-ous-hoe]

Dashing Through the Snow | Bucky Barnes (9th Day of 🎄)

(Credits to the owner of this pic!)

We’re nearing the end of my 12 days of Christmas! I hope you guys are enjoying them!

Christmas Masterlist <- check out my other holiday fics!

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So many people ran past me with boxes and bags of gifts in their hands, surely doing some last minute Christmas shopping. The hustling and bustling to get home surely makes it look like that’s one way to get into the holiday spirit. The snow falling definitely makes New York look a little more… I don’t know, cleaner? Fresher? I can’t really place my finger on it, but it sure is nice though.

It looks like it might start snowing again. The wind hitting my face and cloudy skies are a definite tell sign that it’s bound to happen within the next hour or so. I quickly secured my scarf around my neck so I don’t get hit with the gust of cold air that I’m sure is making my nose and cheeks turn pink.

I guess I wasn’t paying attention because instead of looking at the people around me, my attention was now facing the cloudy sky. “Whoah!” I yelped as I lost my balance and slipped onto the cold cement. I felt the wind get knocked out of me as I let out a cough, the people of New York just casually walking straight past me to get where they needed to be. “Ow…”

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?”

I heard a woman’s voice ask me as I sat up. She had stopped and stood right in front of me, gift bags in her hands as she looked at me worriedly. “Argh, yeah I’m fine. Just.. slipped.” I chuckled. She placed down her bags and held out her hand in front of me. “Oh, no you don’t have to – ”

“Yes, I do. No one else seems to think of helping.” She flashed her pearly whites and I reached up, taking her hand with mine and pulled myself up. “That was quite a fall. Are you sure you’re okay?” I nodded and felt the wind get knocked out of me for a different reason when I really looked at her. She wore a red coat with black lining. Her hair was slightly disheveled from the wind and she had the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen.

She looked.. adorable.

“No no yeah, I’m – I’m fine. Just.. wasn’t paying attention.” She leaned down to start picking up her boxes and bags as I bent down to help her. “You seem a little red.” She stated. “Am I?” She nodded and paused to look at me. “It’s probably nothin’. Just cold.” I chuckled as she laughed along with me. “Thank you for helpin’ me and no, nothing’s broken. I’m okay, really.”

“If you say so.” She picked up her bags from the floor and stood right in front of me. “Can I return the favor? Help you carry those bags or..?” I offered and she shook her head. “Thanks, but I have a lot of places to head to and I don’t want to drag you around all day.”

“Ahh..” I nodded my head. “But if you could please direct me to where the flower shop is, I’d be extremely grateful.”

“Yeah, of course. So all you gotta do, is head straight up this way and keep goin’ for about three blocks and turn left on Miller Street. It should be the fourth or fifth shop on the right, you can’t miss it.”

I looked over to the right side of her head and saw someone practically running with so many boxes in their hands, heading straight for the two of us. “Hey! You should – ”

I couldn’t move her out of the way quick enough. They bumped straight into her and left without saying a word, making her drop all of her boxes and bags and herself along the way. I turned to look at what kind of knuckle-brained-idiot just did a driveby. “What the hell?! Watch where you’re goin’! Fuck, man..” I looked back at her and saw her sitting on the floor.

Well, this sure looks familiar.

“Here, let me help you up this time.” I chuckled and extended my hand and helped her to her feet. “Are you alright? That was quite a fall.” She chuckled and nodded her head. “I guess I just wasn’t paying attention.”

I smiled and bent down once again to help her with her gifts. “Thank you.”

“Ahh, it’s nothin’. You would’ve done the same for me.” She smiled. I put the items that slipped out back into her bags. “I think that’s everything.. Well, uh.. here ya go.” I handed her the bags in my hand and she took them. “Thank you, once again.” I fixed my scarf and put my hands inside the pockets of my jacket. “It’s no problem, and thank you for helping me.”

“I um.. I better get going.” I cleared my throat and nodded. “Oh yeah.. don’t want you running late. Alright uh th – thanks again.” We smiled at each other as she turned and walked away. She was absolutely gorgeous. A woman like her will never be able to leave my mind now. I hope I get to see her again someday, but this is a huge city with lots of people so… maybe not. The chances of seeing her again is slim.

I was about to walk away when I noticed a box off to the side where we just where. “Oh no… it looks like we missed this one.” It was nicely wrapped like the rest of her boxes and bags. It’s probably for someone special.

I need to get this to her.

I looked around and tried to spot that red coat of hers, but it was like she had vanished into thin air. I looked back and forth and couldn’t find where she was. How fast was she walking? She couldn’t have gotten that far so quickly, right?

I remembered telling her somethin’ about a flower shop nearby, so that’s where she’s got to be. I have to run back into her eventually. I quickly made my way past the people walking opposite of me as they gave me weird looks when I pushed my way through. I just got to find her. I can’t even call out to her – I didn’t even catch her name. She’s just my mystery girl.

After a few minutes, I found the flower shop I directed her to a few moments before. I hope she’s still in there.

The little bell rang when I opened the door, indicating that someone had just come in or just left. I took a quick glance around and didn’t see the girl I was looking for. Disappointment settled into my once before hopeful one before walking up to the lady at the front desk as she greeted me with a smile.

“Hello, how can I help you?” She asked. “Hi uh did someone with a bunch of boxes and bags come in here?”

“Sir, everyone is carrying boxes and bags. You might wanna be a little more specific.”

“She was wearing a red coat?..” It came out more like a question than a statement. “She dropped something and I’m just trying to return it back to her.” She thought for a moment and I felt my hope start to dwindle down before she slowly nodded her head. “There was a woman in here a few minutes ago.”

I sighed and looked down at the box in my hand. “Can you please direct me to where she went?”

“Why should I do that? How do I know you didn’t just take it?”

“Well if I wanted it, I wouldn’t try to return it, now would I?”

She raised an eyebrow, not quite sure if she should tell me where my mystery girl went. “Just, please? Look at the wrapping on the box and think back to what she had in her hands. She accidentally dropped this when someone bumped into her and I just want to give it back.”

She stayed silent for a few moments before sighing, pointing straight at the door. “Alright, alright… she came in here to pick up an order. She looked like she was in a hurry and turned right after leaving the store.”

“Okay, thank you.” She waved me off and went to help out the next person behind me. I walked out the door and followed exactly where she had pointed me to. The cold gust of wind almost pushing me backwards. I kept up my pace and kept a lookout to where she could have gone.

I looked around until… is that..? I think it is! Oh, don’t lose sight of her now, Buck. I smiled as I finally found her among this big group of people. “Excuse me. Excuse me, just trying to get through.” I tried pushing my way in and evidently, people were pushing me back.

“Wait your turn like everybody else, buddy!”

“I’m not trying to cut the line! I’m just trying to – ”

“Get to the back! I was here first!”

“I don’t even know what this store is! Just let me through! I’m trying to get to someone!”

“Everythin’ alright?” I heard someone’s voice right beside me. I turned to look at who it was and low and behind, it just had to be him. “Yooo! Bucknasty, what are you doin’ here?” Sam smiled as he held a couple of bags in his hand. “You trynna get an espresso or somethin’?”

The smell of coffee made me instantly realize what shop I pushed my way into. I shook my head and sighed. “No, I’m just trying to find someone.”

“Ain’t we all?” I heard a guy laugh out as he listened in on our conversation. “Can you not?” I replied, furrowing my eyebrows as he shrugged his shoulders and looked at the crowd in front of us. “Who you lookin’ for?”

I reached up and scratched the back of my neck. “I uh.. I didn’t catch her name, but she’s wearing a red coat.” Sam leaned his head back and rolled his eyes, a little smile forming on his lips. “Are you actually serious right now? You were cutting in line to see a girl you have no clue who she is to what? Get her number?”

“No! I was..” I held up the box and showed him. “She accidentally dropped this and I just want to give it back.”

“Mhmm.”

“It’s the truth! Why doesn’t anybody believe me?”

“I don’t know man! I’d be a little apprehensive if someone told me that they were looking for a girl, who they don’t even know her name, and expect me to just wanna help the guy! C’mon, it sounds – ”

“Yeah, I know.. I know, okay? Just, you gotta help me. She had a lot of boxes and bags, I’m sure she’d be upset if she lost something.”

He sighed and leaned on his side. “Okay look, just because you looked like you wanted to cry when you saw the crowd – ”

“I didn’t look like I wanted to cry.” I mumbled angrily.

“Yeah, you did!” The guy from before spoke out as I turned to look at him. “Will you cut that out?”

“You gotta forgive him, he gets nervous when talking about pretty girls.”

“Sam!”

“I’m just jokin’, man!” He laughed. “She’s around here somewhere, so just calm down.” I tried to look for her in this crowd but to my avail, she was nowhere to be seen. Just my luck. I finally meet a pretty girl only for her to just disappear and slip through my fingers. “Hey, Buck?”

“Yeah?”

“What color did you say her coat was?”

“Red.. why?”

I look at him and see him pointing out the window across the street. “Is that her?” My eyes immediately spotted her coat and multiple bags in her hands. The wind blew her hair out of her face and sure enough, it was my mystery girl. “Looks like she wanted some baked goods. She probably didn’t wanna wait in line and just left this place.” She began walking away from the bakery and a rush of adrenaline ran through my body. “Shit, I can see her leaving. I gotta go.”

“Aye! Let me know how it goes!” I heard him yell out to me as I pushed my way past people, once again, to leave through the doors.

“Excuse me – ”

“Hey!”

“Sorry!”

After the constant shoving, I finally made it outside. I quickly glanced up at where I last saw her and there she was, waiting her turn to walk across the street. “H.. H – Hey!” I called out and practically ran to where she stood. “Hey! Wait up!” She turned her head towards to see who was yelling out for someone and finally noticed me. I jogged up to her and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hey, it’s me from – woah!” I slipped and landed right in front of her. “Oh my – are you alright?” I nodded and pushed myself up so she couldn’t put her things down to help me once again. “Yeah, yeah I’m okay.” I chuckled and rubbed the side of my body. She smiled at me as she recognized who I was.

“We have got to stop meeting like this.” She laughed. “Yeah well uh..” I looked down at the gift box in my hand and extended my arm towards her. “You dropped this earlier and I.. I just wanted to..”

She placed a couple of her bags down and reached over to grab onto the box in my hands. “... You came all this way looking for me just to return this?”

“Well, yeah I just had to see you again… to – to bring this back to you, obviously.”

Smooth, Buck. Very smooth.

She looked down at the box and thought for a moment before looking up at me. “Is that… proposition of helping me still on the table?” She asked and I smiled. “Of course it is.” I held out my hand.

“Uh.. I’m Bucky.” She took my hand in hers and we shook hands.

“I’m Y/N.”

Y/N… that’s a beautiful name.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky imagine #bucky pov #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes christmas #marvel fics #marvel blog

[vbecker10]

Hey! I just read Loki's Little Secret and it was good!

I just wanted to tell you however that you've gotten POV a little mixed up. I'm sure you know it means 'Point Of View' which means that when writing it, you would say "I picked up my phone" (for example) rather than "You picked up your phone" as you've been writing.

I just wanted to clear that up for you because other than that, I quite enjoyed the mini series and would like to read your future works as well. You've got a lot of writing potential and assuming English isn't your first language, a really good grasp of it.

Ok, this is the second time someone has sent me an anon suggesting that I don't know what POV mean and that I write decently for someone who doesn't speak English. I'm gonna tackle these separately...

First off... I only speak English so ouch. I'm assuming you didn't mean in a hurtful way but I spend a lot of time trying to grammar and spell check my stuff so not I'm just going to be more paranoid about it then before.

Secondly... POV is point of view, correct but you're thinking it means first or second person. I'm using it to show that this portion of a chapter is going to be written from a certain character's perspective, or their view.

Unless I'm totally wrong (but I don't think I am) and shouldn't use the phrase pov?

Thoughts @michelleleewise @lokiandbuckysdoll @lokisgoodgirl @mochie85 @muddyorbs @harlequin-hangout @gigglingtigger @high-functioning-lokipath @soubi001

#anon asks #anon ask #English is my first language #pov #loki pov #bucky pov #y/n pov

[cyberneticasset]

No More Room

When Steve Rogers learned that his friend was being held captive at a work camp, he tore through it to rescue him. Too bad he released more than the 107th that night.

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Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: Mature Tags: Zombie Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, World War II, Alternate Universe - Canon, Zombie, CanonAU, Alternate Universe, Slow Burn, Figuring it out along the way, Some Plot/Tags May Change, Post-Serum Steve Rogers POV, Bucky Barnes POV, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers-centric, Protective Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD

#bucky barnes #captain america #steve rogers #zombie apocalypse #zombie apocalypse AU #marvel fanfiction #stucky #steve x bucky #stevebucky #slow burn #not htp #still gore #fic writing #fic rec #Bucky POV #bucky fanfic #james bucky barnes #bucky fic #anarchy writes

[cherriontop]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Others Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Arnim Zola, Alexander Pierce, Brock Rumlow, Vasily Karpov, Winifred Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Howard Stark, Maria Stark, The Winter Soldier, Original Characters Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, For the most part, hydra bucky, Winter Soldier Bucky, Brainwashing, helpless Bucky, Bucky whump, rape not with steve, hydras mistreatment, Hurt Bucky, Bucky is The Winter Soldier, and then hes not, Bottom Bucky, Top Steve, ambiguous sex scene, its sort of not real, bucky pov Summary:

In 1945, Bucky Barnes falls off a train and into the hands of Hydra. For seventy years, they erase all traces of who he is, until he's nothing but a killing machine. Or so they think, until one fight with the man on the bridge helps bring back the man he knows is hiding within the Winter Soldier.

#stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #fanfic #my writing #ao3 #hydra #bucky pov #brainwashing #canon compliant #top steve #top steve rogers #bottom bucky #bottom bucky barnes #tw rape #tw noncon

[xxlittle0birdxx]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel) Additional Tags: sambucky - Freeform, Captain America Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes Feels, POV Bucky Barnes, Bisexual Bucky Barnes, Gay Sam Wilson, Ficlet, Bucky Wants a Quiet Night, Soft Bucky Barnes, Soft Sam Wilson Series: Part 3 of That Would Be Enough Summary:

And he will pray that there's no call, no one trying to destroy everything they've fought to rebuild.

At least for tonight.

Tomorrow? That's another story. Fate can fling what she wants at them tomorrow.

And it is the idyllic fantasy he wants and craves. For a while, anyway.

#bucky barnes #sam wilson #sambucky #the falcon and the winter soldier #captain america and the winter soldier #tfatws #caatws #winterfalcon #bucky pov #sam x bucky #bucky wants a quiet night #the world keeps knocking on the door #mcu fic #Sambucky fic

[sunnysideprincess]

Tony, with all his reputation as a playboy billionaire, is a little slow on the uptake. Natasha noticed this shortly after moving in with the team. He was genuinely unaware of the way ladies would drag their sunglasses down to their nose just to see the swing of his hips or the slow roll of his shirt sleeves. Pepper, despite their mutually thought break up, still drools a little when Tony's nimble fingers work the tie loose. And yeah, Nat wouldn't say no to a wild weekend away with the genius on a secluded cabin on the hill—doing nasty, nasty things to that tush.

But nothing compares Tony's oblivious nature when it comes to the men around him.

The way he drives Tiberus Stone crazy during the Met Gala, wearing a corset that's tight enough to give Victorian Era ladies a run for their money. The way one of the military brats shamelessly stares at his throat, licking his lips and subtly adjusting his pants. The way Barnes whines when Tony comes out of the armor, wearing the tight-just right-flight suit. The way Steve punches a hole in the refridgerator when he sees his shirt sitting loose on Tony's bare chest. (Apparently Tony and Nat are the resident clothing thieves. She doesn't disagree because Bruce's shirts and Clint's jackets look good on her.)

She sees it while tracing the spots on her mug. The resident genius billionaire is listing sideways, on the verge of falling off his perch on the counter top—because normal seats are for losers, he said. His head bumps on the shelving unit above and he mutters a curse, stretches his arm up to swat at it like it's a fly. But her attention catches at the stillness of two super soldiers staring at the patch of skin—a tiny sliver around the waist, the curve of the hip bone winking at them.

Tony yawns, jumps down to the floor and the loosely fitted sweats slide an inch below their designated spot. Something cracks and Nat watches them—the two Brooklyn boys pushing away their broken chopsticks and slowly, with the stillness of a pack of predators, rising up from their seats.

"I'm gonna go upstairs, use my bed for once," Tony tells them and sends Nat a slow smile. A knowing one.

He swings his hips around, humming an off beat tune and doesn't bother checking his own disheveled state of clothes.

It takes them all a moment to understand, and then Steve and Barnes are racing out of the kitchen after him, only to have the elevator doors slam on their faces.

Huh.

Looks like Tony might not be so oblivious after all.

#tony stark #tony thirst is real #stuckony #stevetony #buckytony #winteriron #stony #natasha romanofff #outsider's pov #natasha knows all sees all hears all #daily tony stark appreciation post #mcu #avengers #steve rogers #bucky barnes #ficlet #ficlets #deb writes in between

[bcolfanfic]

young veterans au - POV you’re on gale’s phone, dad!gale version

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buckyegan_ Last time feeding the ducks as a 4 year old. Read a quote the other day about your kids being your heart beating outside of your body. I knew exactly what they meant.

crozbee Yep. ❤️❤️

cbiddick They gotta figure out how to keep kids little forever. One of Gale’s academia buddies working on that?

galecleven17 I sure hope so.

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galecleven17 with buckyegan_ Just in time for her birthday, an old babysitter recently contacted us to share a baby picture she realized she had of our girl.

I wish so bad that we knew you then. But we found our way to each other, and I thank God every day that he chose us to be your parents. Daddy loves you the stars, Josie Belle. I think 5 is going to be the best year yet.

alexjeff_art Those little baby cheeks- how cool you guys got that photo. Happy bday Josie!!!

rosenthal_ She has the best parents in you two. Can’t wait to see you guys!

#s/o to the busby quints of tlc reality show fame for the facetime edit lol #phone pov #young vets au #buck x bucky #clegan #harry crosby

[sometimesijustfeellikescreaming]

Apparently, Boot Camp Doesn't Have Lessons in Subtlety

Rating: T - Word Count: 3.5k

Read on Ao3

SUMMARY:

Benny DeMarco doesn't get paid enough to sleep in the same barrack as the Bucks at the POW camp in the winter months once everyone has to start sharing bunks…

Buck and Bucky are sharing a bunk and let's just say they are not subtle about anything that is going on in that bed. If anyone was oblivious to the feelings going on between the two of them before, it's never been more obvious than now.

Benny DeMarco is pretty over it, but he'll also defend them to his dying breath. Oh, and he's taken to gossiping about them with John Brady.

OR

A companion fic to my 5+1 Clegan bedsharing fic In your arms (I think I might survive) giving a humorous outsider perspective from the men of the 100th and those sharing the barrack with Buck and Bucky.

Benny DeMarco does not get paid enough to put up with petty shit in life. Specifically, the Bucks. Specifically how not subtle they are about their obvious feelings for each other.

God, could they be more obvious?

It was obvious from the moment Bucky came walking in the gates asking if Buck made it. Sure, the two were best friends and that was a normal question, but anyone who has eyes could've seen the way Bucky's whole demeanor changed once he caught sight of his "best friend."

Best friends my ass.

Best something, though, that's for sure.

It's usually not horribly distracting or overt, though. They pass as friends most of the time unless Bucky is drunk, Benny supposes, or they're arguing in which case they act like a goddamn married couple. They fly under the radar pretty easily at the prisoner-of-war camp for that reason. No danger, really. The Nazis would have their heads for any kind of association. Everyone knows how the Germans feel about that sort of thing. It's not spoken about. Hell, most people everywhere don't look too kindly on it, but DeMarco's not the kind of man who thinks somebody should be murdered because of the way they're living their life. It's not like some happiness in another person is worthy of the death sentence. That's just madness. And Buck and Bucky are some of DeMarco's best friends, he could never feel hatred toward them.

Annoyance? So much. And in increasing amounts...

See, they were fine until it got cold at night then Benny is certain everyone in the whole of their Barracks became painfully aware of the fact that they were painfully in love with each other because — goddamn it — they were sleeping in the same bunk and if it wasn’t obvious before that the two were hopelessly smitten with each other, well, after that it certainly was.

For one thing, Buck Cleven has the worst case of puppy dog eyes that Benny has ever seen. He’s had it bad for a while now (since before Benny went down and was still back at base) with his little soft smiles that he thinks he hides so well and mostly (mostly!) only gives Bucky when he’s not looking — but everyone else is.

LORD give him strength.

And then there’s Bucky.

That man antagonizes the fuck out of Buck at any given chance and Benny doesn’t even think he realizes it. And the worst thing is they both seem to like it. It’s the strangest thing and Benny is sure that this is their way of flirting.

Which is entirely infuriating because it’s the most annoying thing in the universe to be around.

Bucky’s antics only increase once they start sharing a bunk, and Benny’s not sure if it has more to do with his close proximity to Buck or his general cabin fever due to the German winter at the Stalag. Whatever the cause, Bucky is incorrigible, and his behavior at times is nigh impossible to deal with. Though, Benny has to admit, the moments of levity do bring several of the other men out of their low moments more often than not, himself included, so he can’t fault Bucky too much for his attitude. Even when he pisses Benny off, he is a light in the dark camp.

Still makes Benny want to punch him in the face half the time, but in a brotherly way.

And if the two of them are bad during the daytime, that’s nothing compared to how transparent they are when they’re actually snuggled together at night.

Now, Benny’s not an idiot. It’s winter. Even he is sharing a bunk. It’s cold as fuck outside and even he understands the necessity to shove aside pride and get in close quarters with a buddy for the foreseeable future. But, the Bucks have taken this situation and turned it into a nightly slumber party.

After the lights turn out they stay up whispering and giggling with each other like a couple of school girls. He’s convinced if their hair grew out long enough while they were here in the camp, the two of them would spend the nights braiding each other’s.

It’s not like Benny is especially complaining that they’re talking. They’re not that loud; he can’t even tell what they’re saying and he’s not sure anyone could even those in the bunks closest to them (though, the men in the bunks above and below them soon found themselves migrating away due to the way the Bucks consistently stayed up talking at night— nobody wanted to be in their bubble. They were a whole world unto themselves. Again— not subtle). So, it’s not the volume that bothers Benny about their conversations at night. It’s not even really that he’s bothered. It’s just that, really? It’s every night. And maybe Benny can admit to being just a little jealous because it’s not like he has a best friend here. Or anyone to talk to. Not that he would really want someone so important to him to be experiencing the Stalag alongside him, but it’s significant that in a place like this, the Bucks have each other. They seem to be holding together better individually because they have one another.

It pisses Benny off as much as anything else does. It’s not rational, but it makes their voices carrying across the room at night irritate him. He tries not to let it get to him because it’s not fair that them having a sliver of happiness should make him feel that way, but he’s just a man.

He starts to get over it when he starts gossiping with John Brady who is in another barrack, but also from the 100th and knows as well as he does what it is to know the Bucks.

“Brady, you have no idea— Bucky has it so bad. Yesterday we were all sitting around shootin’ the shit after lunch and— I swear to god— Buck gave him this look like he was being an idiot — because he was — and Bucky just leaned in real close to him like none of the rest of us were even there, face almost touching, no sense of personal space whatsoever—“

“Well, hey, it’s not like Bucky’s ever been good at personal space with his buddies much anyway—"

“Yeah, but usually he’s drunk. But listen to this next bit. Bucky leans in real close to Buck, fully sober, grinning like an idiot, and says ‘I could show you a thing or two.’” Benny lets it hang in the air, waiting for Brady’s response. He has his hands splayed in a well? gesture. Brady’s eyebrows fly up and he leans toward Benny in interest.

“You were all talking about baseball, right? But still, that is… very not subtle. A blatant flirtation.”

“I know.”

“Buck must know that too, right?”

“Please, Buck is always flirting with Bucky. He just does it differently. That man is not subtle either.” Brady seems confused by that, not convinced.

“Wait, what do you mean, I’ve never seen him flirt with anyone. Doesn’t he have a girl back home he’s writing to? I thought they were pretty serious!”

Benny makes a placating gesture and leans back in his chair. “I’m not saying he’s not serious with his girl back home or anything, but the way he makes eyes at Bucky is not a made-up thing. And anyone who’s ever read the Bible knows a man can have more than one lover.”

“Benny!”

“I’m just saying…”

But the thing is, the Bucks really aren’t subtle. Like, at all.

And if Bucky thinks he’s quiet in any sense of the word then he’s a damn fool.

Buck may be able to keep quiet most of the time in the daylight, being that he keeps mostly to himself and is pretty private, not saying too much, and isn’t overtly given to random outbursts of sound. But Bucky? Bucky is the pure opposite of Buck. In the daytime, he’s impulsive and will make stray comments on any conversation whether he’s a part of it or not, whether it’s appropriate or not. The only time Benny has ever seen Bucky hold his tongue is when it’s in a professional capacity in front of a superior officer, and even then half the time Bucky is mouthing back and risking his career.

To say this translates to the situation with the Bucks is to say that the sky is blue.

Meaning in December everyone in the Barrack with the Bucks is aware there is a change in the nature of the relationship between the two of them.

They are not subtle. Heavy breathing and the occasional low moan from their bunk is not an unusual occurrence starting sometime in December with increasing frequency.

Nobody says anything about it.

The Bucks are both happier for the shift in their dynamic and anytime somebody goes to complain about it, all of the men from the 100th noticeably stiffen and glare. They’re protective of their Majors to the end. All of them would likely die for either of the Bucks, let alone sucker punch anyone who criticized the men for finding happiness in wartime.

It’s not really a conscious decision on Benny’s part, to defend the Bucks and their relationship, it’s just that any time he hears anyone start to get a little tetchy about it, he gets defensive. So what if they’re keeping you up a bit? Shove off, put some wool in your ears, and deal with it, it’s the damn war. Stop being such a damn child about it.

They don’t complain anymore after that.

It’s just the way it is after that. Nobody says anything about it to anyone else. If the 100th is this protective of the Majors for mere comments, imagine how they would be with an actual threat? DeMarco’s not sure the 100th would be able to leave a man alive. Or at least unscarred— probably scare a man into secrecy if they even thought about saying anything about their Majors.

The days surrounding Christmas are perhaps some of the most awkward days of DeMarco’s life. Not only because it’s Christmas and he’s trying to ignore the holiday, not get caught up in his complicated feelings about the Holy Day that he wished he was spending with family back home, or even on base in more favorable circumstances with more friends, but also because the Bucks are acting weird. There’s a definite tension between them like they’re fighting. It carries into the next day too and the itchy feeling permeates into the air like a bad smell and affects everyone. It’s frankly awful.

Even Brady, who’s not in the same Barracks takes note of it at meal time.

“Benny, why does it feel like Mom and Dad are fighting and it’s my fault?”

“Thank GOD I’m not the only one who noticed!”

“I mean, look at them! They’re sitting right across from each other, and they keep glancing at each other when the other isn’t looking and they’re all moping sad eyes! What is going on?”

“Fuck if I know, Brady.”

“How long until they make up?”

“God, I hope it’s soon.”

Brady has a wild smirk on his face. “My bets are on tomorrow night. By the next morning, they’ll be acting back to normal— just you see.” His eyes are like a madman and Benny can’t see any logical conclusion to what he’s saying.

“No way in hell, kid. I’ll take you on that.”

But when he wakes up the next morning to Bucky’s horrible renditions of the birthday song, Benny knows he’s beat. That little shit knew too much. If Benny had known today was Gale Cleven’s birthday he never would have doubted that the Bucks would reconcile today.

And reconcile they do.

By the end of the night, Benny is convinced anyone in the Barrack who didn’t already know about the Bucks surely does by now because—

They. Are. Not. Subtle.

Or QUIET.

GOD.

Sometimes Benny wishes he could bleach his brain.

He loves his friend, but really, the two of them are colossal idiots.

There was more moaning tonight than usual and the culprit was none other than Buck, which is honestly surprising too since he’s the quiet one between the two of them for most of his life. But it is his birthday.

And— goddamn it— Benny does not need to think about what kind of present Bucky must be giving Buck tonight. Because that is just way too much.

But really? REALLY? In front of all of them?

Benny DeMarco is not getting paid enough to deal with the Bucks.

Benny shuffles into the mess in the morning and sits at his usual table waiting for Brady with his head in his hands. When he sees the Bucks walk in shoulder to shoulder, practically glued to the hip once again, talking quietly about the fuck knows what Buck smiling with his eyes and Bucky practically vibrating out of his skin with wild energy—

Well, Benny knows he’s lost the bet.

Damn, Brady.

Speak of the devil. The younger man takes a seat at the table across from him with a smirk, inclining his head toward the smitten couple a ways down the mess, but doesn’t say anything.

“Oh, shut up, Brady, I got enough of an earful last night.”

Brady’s eyebrows go up comically high at that. “Wait, no! Now you have to dish!”

Benny glares. “As if you didn’t know already that it was Cleven’s birthday yesterday.”

Brady has the decency to look sheepish at that. “I’ll admit, I may have had some insider knowledge there— but how was I supposed to know you didn’t also know? All’s fair, and that.”

“Whatever. You really sure you want to hear this one, Brady?”

“Since when have you been shy about the exploits and drama of the Bucks, Benny?” He’s sure his face must be red. Benny glances over his shoulder where the men are sitting across from each other, chatting like the tension of the last few days never happened.

“Okay, fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. They— well, obviously I don’t know anything for certain, but…”

“But what? Spit it out, Benny!”

Benny covers his eyes with his hand. Why is this so hard to say? Is it because it’s his friends? Is it because they’re men? He doesn’t know, but it feels so secretive like he can’t say it in the daylight. He takes the hand away and leans in a little closer. “Well, I’m pretty sure that Bucky got Buck off last night. There was so much moaning and most all of it was Buck. Some sort of birthday surprise. It’s never been like that before, ya know?”

Brady’s eyes go comically wide, his jaw falling slack just so. His eyes dart over Benny’s shoulder to where the Majors are. Benny wonders if he’s broken the poor kid. After a moment, the biggest grin Benny has ever seen splits Brady’s face.

“OH MY GOD! FINALLY!”

What.

Benny is so confused.

Several people around them look over at Brady’s outburst.

“Brady, shut up!” Benny hisses between clenched teeth.

“Sorry! Sorry, it’s just. I mean, it’s kinda romantic, innit? I mean, you know they met at bootcamp, right? They always tell stories about falling in love during hopeless circumstances and how love overcomes everything— to actually see it happen? I mean, c’mon! Look at them! They’re beating the odds! They keep surviving everything and even though they both got downed in Germany, they both made it here to the same place? Beating the odds again? How can I not be excited that their friendship destined for more is becoming that? And that they’re making it work despite that?” Brady’s staring off into the distance, a goofy-looking smile on his face, his eyes practically filled with hearts, and Benny—

Benny is just staring at him with a dumbfounded expression.

What the actual fuck is going on here.

Benny gets it on a superficial level. What the kid said makes sense in a girly romance-novel sort of way, but it doesn’t connect for him the same way. The Bucks are just his friends and they’re just two guys who like each other and maybe had sex last night way too close to him in the barracks.

Brady is something else.

“Right.”

After that, everything escalates. The Bucks are all over each other day and night it seems, and Brady is always either talking to Benny about them or hounding him for information. It’s like the Bucks bring Brady hope in the camp, but Benny is concerned that it’s bordering on obsessive. As for the Bucks themselves… well, they’re still flying under the radar during the day to anyone who doesn’t know them, but for the love of all that is holy Benny just must know them because it’s like all he can see are their little glances and nods. The way they leave things around for each other in hidden gestures that mean something to the other. How one of them will quirk an eyebrow or leave space for the other to fill.

He doesn’t mean to notice things. He’s trained his whole life to be an observant man! It’s in his nature to pick up on interpersonal dynamics. He could do this with his eyes closed. (At night he does this with his eyes closed and he wishes he could just knock himself unconscious but he swears those men are making out in the bunk across the way. He just knows it).

So, when it’s Valentine’s Day and Buck gets a letter from his sweet, sweet Marge and Buck absolutely shuts down, Benny really should have seen that coming. It surprises him that he didn’t see it coming, actually.

“Brady they’re acting like idiots.”

“Why? It’s Valentine’s Day! They’ve been dating since at least Buck’s birthday— what could possibly have happened?”

“That’s the thing, Brady. I have a theory.”

“Uh-oh. What is it.”

“Listen here, kid, I dunno how well you’ll take this.”

Brady’s eyebrows draw together.

“You don’t think they broke up on Valentine’s, do you?” Brady sounds horrified even at the thought. Before Benny can get in a word edgewise to calm him down, Brady is talking again. “But even if they did have some big blowout fight— Benny! They would never stay apart for long! Look at those two through everything! I mean—“

“Brady! That’s not it at all!”

All the stress instantly drops from Brady’s frame and is replaced with confusion in a moment.

“It’s not? Then… what is it.”

Benny heaves a sigh and runs a weary hand through his hair. Not paid enough for this…

“Listen, Buck got another letter from Marge today, right, ‘cause it’s Valentine’s and all, and Bucky got all sad about it—“

“Right! That makes sense.”

“Stop interrupting me.”

“Sorry!”

Benny glares.

“Sorry,” Brady says again, hands up in a peace offering.

After another moment of staring Brady down, Benny continues. “As I was saying, Bucky got all hurt about the letter, so my theory is that these two idiots,” Benny leans in closer and drops his voice for security’s sake as he continues, “have been dicking around this whole time and never actually talked about the fact that they’re both in love with each other.”

Brady gasps— loudly. He looks even more horrified than when he thought the Bucks broke up.

“NO WAY!”

“SHUT UP!” Benny hisses, looking around to make sure nobody is watching them. “But think about it for a minute.

“There’s no way they haven’t talked about it, Benny! You said so yourself, they’re always up at night talking and whispering— for hours sometimes!”

Benny gives him a wary look. “Yeah, but you honestly think either Buck or Bucky is willingly talking about their feelings for hours and hours?”

Brady purses his lips. “You got me there.”

There’s a beat of silence between them as they both sit with the revelation of it all.

“What happens now, then?”

“Well, one thing is for sure, if Bucky mopes around the barracks for one more goddamn minute I’ll lose my fucking mind, so I’m going to go tell Buck that his boyfriend is being an idiot. And frankly? That he is too.”

“Well, you better let me know how it goes tomorrow! This is SERIOUS, Benny!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure whether I want to or not, you’ll find a way to get it out of me.”

Brady does, in fact, get the story out of Benny the next day.

“OH MY GOD HE WHAT????”

“Brady, would you calm down? And shut the hell up? I just told you what happened!”

“I know, I know! I just can’t believe it. You really mean to tell me that Bucky was moping in his own bunk after MONTHS of sleeping in Buck’s and when Buck confronted him about it he stood at the foot and talked and then suddenly aggressively climbed on top of Bucky for some sexually charged fight until they eventually just started making out?”

“That’s what I just said, Brady, yes.”

Brady starts laughing and doesn’t stop until there are tears in the corners of his eyes.

“I’m also pretty sure they said I love you, but I never can actually hear them. Just from the context.”

“OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOD THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE.”

“Brady SHUT UP!”

~Fin

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[jen-with-a-pen]

⊹-୨୧-⊹𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓⊹-୨୧-⊹

⊹–SUMMARY–⊹ Inexperienced and still freshly-traumatized by his first heartbreak, Steve Rogers decides to finally move away for college after taking two gap years to work, save, and help his Ma around the house. It’ll be good for him. Away from his ex. Away from his hometown. He's excited to finally chase his dreams and begin again as a promising fine arts student at Richards College. Well, almost. Thanks to a generous scholarship spanning the next four years of his life, Steve is required to participate in on-campus Greek life. It’s simple: join a frat. They shouldn't be too intimidating. At least they're not as bad as they are in the movies, right? Right..?

⊹–PAIRINGS–⊹ Art Student!Frat Brother!Steve Rogers x Film Student!Sorority Sister!F!Reader

⊹–WARNINGS–⊹ more to be added as series progresses frat bros being frat bros, sorority sisters being sorority sisters, manipulation, coercion, blackmail, fluff, angst, whump, explicit forced s3xual acts, slow burn, dissociation, nud1ty, dubcon (bordering noncon), forced drvgging, mentions of kidnapping, emotional damage, Steve's just trying his best, Bucky and Sam are major frat bros, Tony and Clint are somewhere I swear The warnings listed here are not exhaustive but generally encapsulate the series as a whole and do not represent every single chapter. Please be mindful and read the chapter warnings!

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ALL TIED UP: STEVE'S WEEK

–⊹– One: Saturday, currently.

–⊹– Two: Last Monday.

–⊹– Three: Last Tuesday.

–⊹– Four: Last Wednesday.

–⊹– Five: Last Thursday.

–⊹– Six: Saturday, still.

–⊹– Seven: Last Friday.

–⊹– Eight: Saturday, again.

–⊹– Nine: Saturday, again.

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[avonne-writes]

More subspace!Gale alert: Do you have any thoughts on Gale being blindfolded? I loved that in your fic you had him giving oral to John, but John was so sweet and gentle with him - I agree with the whole dynamic that John only needs to hold his head still to show him he wants Gale to go down deeper etc. rather than be rough in his demands. And I think Gale enjoys it's because it's a goal or task that John is giving him that he feels he can earn John's praise (although the bar is low and John would never berate him if there was something he couldn't do or was too overwhelmed for). I was trying to think of what other scenes would scratch a similar itch and was thinking perhaps Gale would like being blindfolded as a request/"task"? It might be quite a bit further on in their relationship (the soldier instincts to always be aware of surroundings and the heightened vulnerability could take a while to overcome) but when Gale truly takes being in subspace with John as inherently safe and he can trust without abandon, I think perhaps being blindfolded could be calming for him? Perhaps would fit in with his slight OCD/over-sensitisation tendencies you've described and let him switch his brain off to just following John and being looked after? Also being blindfolded might make him feel less self-conscious. Would love to hear any and all of your thoughts, or any other ideas of "scenes" you'd see them doing when Gale is submitting...

The Art of Letting Go

Great question! I'm happy to talk about subspace!Gale. I went a little overboard with the headcanons but I had a lot of ideas:

Blindfolds: Yes, blindfolds work well for Gale - if he’s blindfolded, he goes down into subspace faster. You can see in the fic that he struggles to keep his eyes open in subspace anyway, so a blindfold just speeds up the process of focusing on all the other sensory stimuli he feels.

Sensual tactile play: While we're at sensory things, Bucky can do a great scene by telling him not to move and then drawing slow, light touches up along the lines of his naked body. For example, brushing his skin with a light piece of fabric like a tie, up from his shins, over his thighs, hips and stomach to his chest, circling around his nipples, teasing his neck... Or he might trail his mouth over the same path, nipping him sometimes or sighing against the hills of his body to mix up the sensations. Gale always breaks out in goosebumps at first and his breathing speeds up until he’s tipped over that edge of surrender, and then he doesn’t even think of squirming anymore.

Mirror play: mostly as foreplay because of the logistics of it, but if Bucky orders Gale to watch it in the mirror as he enjoys Gale's body and showers it in love, Gale is going to shiver in pleasure. This is often how they start a scene if they get into the mood in the bathroom - Bucky plasters himself to Gale's back and mouths at his neck, undresses him slowly or runs his palms all over him if Gale is already naked. He holds Gale’s eyes in the mirror as he rubs himself against Gale's ass, and if Gale looks away from the view out of lingering shyness, Bucky grabs his jaw gently and turns his face back towards the mirror.

Orgasm control: having to wait for permission isn’t Gale's favourite because he feels so weak and out of his own control in subspace that holding back is a huge effort. But in the middle of a scene, when he’s still more alert, it works pretty well, and can push him deeper. The other side of orgasm control, multiple orgasms, is something he likes much more. This one is more difficult for Bucky though because he has to judge how to do it without painful overstimulation, because that will pull Gale out of it. Gale doesn’t take pain well.

Non-sexual dominance: you can see in the fic too that Gale really really enjoys the simplest of commands too. Like staying in place, folding his clothes, letting Bucky undress him. This can be extended for a longer scene, like Bucky can literally push him into the first moments of subspace just by telling him how to undress or how to take Bucky's clothes off and then praising him. It's such a strong positive reinforcement. It makes Gale feel like he’s good, that he satisfies Bucky and makes him happy.

Verbal reassurance: this is essential, of course, but it's a tool by itself - if Bucky verbally emphasizes that he’s the one calling the shots and that Gale doesn’t have to think about anything, it feels really good and helps Gale relax. It can also be nice if Bucky gives Gale rhetorical questions like "do you want to be good for me?" while Gale is still verbal.

Oral play: this is quite specific but Gale definitely enjoys having things in his mouth. It can be as simple as Bucky brushing his thumb over his lips and then pushing the tip of it in, or putting a piece of chocolate in his mouth, or fingers in his mouth while he bottoms. But it could also be the kind of oral we see in the fic.

#mota #buck x bucky #gale cleven #john egan #clegan #gale in subspace #bedroom headcanons #anon #there are other options too of course but these were the ones i thought of when i read the question 😊 #not gonna lie i'm tempted to write another one but from bucky's pov

[vbecker10]

Shadows of the Past

Part 22 (Part 21)

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(BUCKY POV)

You walk quickly to the conference room at the end of the hall.  You know Steve is with Sarah and Y/N right now and honestly, you would really rather avoid that drama but you need to talk to him.  Nat had just called and told you there was an issue with the mission her and Clint were on.  It was supposed to be a quick assignment but there were complications and it was likely going to take another two or three days at least.  She called to ask you, Steve and Sam to come and assist them.  You would need to leave as soon as possible. 

You knock and wait for Steve to come out, “Hey, I know your busy but we need to talk.”  

Steve leans back into the room, “I’ll be back in a second but we’re going to be just outside."  He then closes it and asks you what’s wrong.    

The two of you talk for only a minute or two but soon you hear raised voices from the other side of the door.  You stop talking and listen, hoping they were just arguing but suddenly you hear what sounds like a body slamming into the ground.  Wide eyed, Steve turns quickly and opens the door.  

The two of you step into the room and see Sarah on her back on the ground and Y/N on top of her.  Sarah hits Y/N in the ribs and Y/N hits her back than she stands up and tries to back away.  You watch as Y/N takes a step away from Sarah, her hands in front of her as if to keep Sarah away.  

“What the hell is going on!?” you ask them loudly, causing Y/N to look at you.  Sarah suddenly kicks up from where she was laying, her foot landing hard on Y/N’s left knee.  Y/n screams and she falls to the ground as her leg gives out.  

Sarah quickly gets up from the ground and tries to run past you.  You reach out with your metal arm and grab her, dragging her back to one of the seats.  Steve kneels down next to Y/N who is now crying freely.    

“Stay right here, we need to talk,” you tell Sarah in a stern voice.  “Steve, how is Y/N?” you ask concerned.

He looks up at you and shrugs, shaking his head, “I don’t know.  I need to get her to the infirmary.”  You nod as Steve picks her up carefully, her leg hanging limply as she clings to him.  He walks past you and leaves you alone with Sarah.  

You turn to her and before you can say anything starts talking quickly, “She started it!  She came at me and threw me onto the ground!  I had-” but you cut her off.

“FRIDAY?” you ask the room and a voice responds.  You look at Sarah and can see the fear in her eyes as she realizes what you are going to do.  “Play back the recording from the security footage of this room, go back five minutes,” you say and the screen on the wall powers up.  

The video showed Sarah throwing the first punch and Y/N hitting her back.  The two of them exchange blows and then Y/N brings Sarah to the ground.  You look at Sarah and she sinks into her chair like a child who has been caught.  

“Doesn’t exactly look like she hit you first, does it?” you ask her.  “This is so far past unacceptable Sarah.  I really don’t know what they are going to do with you this time.  You obviously aren’t fit to be a SHIELD agent, not with behavior like this,” you tell her.  You take out your phone and call Tony, you really aren’t sure what they will do with her but it is out of your hands now.

Tony answers and you tell him briefly what happened.  He tells you to bring Sarah to Fury’s office, he will meet you there.  You agree, hang up and tell Sarah to come with you.  She walks next to you as you head down the hall and you can almost feel the anger coming off of her.  She sighs loudly as you get into the elevator and against your better judgement you ask her “What?”

“This is ridiculous!” she says loudly.  She starts to complain that nothing ever happens to Y/N, it is always her.  She angrily tells you that she had been suspended for three weeks because Y/N broke her nose and she was only suspended a few days.   

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “Look, Sarah, everyone knows you started that fight with Y/N.  You literally did it in front of Loki, Thor, Nat & Steve.  What did you think was going to happen?”  

She doesn’t say anything, “You should start to worry about yourself, not what’s going to happen to Y/N but I’m sure Fury will talk to her too, once she is done at the infirmary.  They need to see what kind of damage you did to her knee first.”

She crosses her arms in a huff and leans against the wall.  You put your hand over your face, babysitting a pissed off Sarah really isn’t what you needed right now.  You still had to figure out what to do about Nat & Clint’s mission.  The doors to the elevator open and she doesn’t move from her spot on the wall.  You sigh to yourself and say, “Come on, I don’t have all day for this.”

She doesn’t move, you can’t believe she is actually going to ignore you right now.  “Let’s go Sarah,” you tell her again and she still stands there defiantly.  “I will pick you up and carry you to Fury’s office if I have to,” you threaten her and she finally uncrosses her arms and follows you.  

The closer you get to his office the less angry and more nervous she seems.  You knock on his door and wait, Tony answers and tells you to come in.  When you open the door, Fury is sitting behind his desk, Tony & Hill are all standing to one side.  Tony points to a chair in front of Fury’s desk and Sarah takes a seat but refuses to look at anyone.  

“Any word on Y/N’s condition?” you ask.

Tony shakes his head, “Strange is down there now.  They are going to do an x-ray and an MRI.  We should hear back soon.”

Fury stands up, leaning forward with his hands on his desk.  “Anything to say for yourself?” he asks her in a stern tone.  

Sarah looks at him but doesn’t answer.  You can tell she is still angry but not quite dumb enough to push her luck any further, especially not with Fury.  

“We watched the whole recording while you were on your way up here.  You clearly instigated the fight with Y/N, she-” Tony says but Sarah interrupts him.

“I can’t believe this!  I’m going to get blamed for the whole thing again?  She hit me too!” she said standing up.

“I’m not sure what part of this you think is her fault? You started the argument, you swung first, you kicked her after she was clearly trying to put distance between the two of you.  She even told you to back off and stay away from her but you didn’t.  You lost your temper, again.  I thought you would learn after our last conversation but obviously I was wrong.  This is on you, you need to take responsibility for your actions!” Tony lectures her as he walks closer to her.  She sits back down with her arms crossed.

“How long am I suspended for this time?” she asked, clearly annoyed and not apologetic at all.

“Suspended?” Fury says, “Oh, you’re in way deeper shit than that right now.”

For the first time, you can see concern and worry on Sarah’s face.  “You’re fired Sarah,” Hill says in a flat tone.  “Come with me,” she takes Sarah by the arm and stands her up. 

“Wait, fired?” she asked standing there in shock.

“You were warned, you were suspended and now we have had it,” Hill tells her as she starts to lead her out of Fury’s office.  “We are going to give you an hour to get out of the Tower,” she says.

“Oh my god!” Sarah comes to a realization, “Wait, where am I going to live?”

“You can’t live here if you don’t work here,” Fury says with a shrug.  “You should have thought of that before you took a cheap shot at Y/N.  I hope it was worth it.”

And with that, Hill pulled Sarah out of the office and closed the door.  You stood there, looking at Tony and Fury.  Fury’s phone rang a few moments later, it was Strange with an update on Y/N’s leg.  

(SARAH’s POV)

Your mind is racing as Hill walks you from Fury’s office, she never lets go of your upper arm as she leads you to the elevator.  You thought you were angry before, but now you are furious.  You can’t believe this.  Can no one see that this is all Y/N’s fault?  She ruined everything.  

As you ride the elevator down your thoughts turn to what you are going to do.  No job, no place to live... 

When you get to your room, you see two agents waiting on either side of the door with several empty boxes.  “You have an hour,” Hill reminds you as she opens your door and sits in one of your chairs.  The two other agents follow you both inside and put the boxes down.  You stand in the middle of your living area looking around the room. 

“Fifty eight minutes,” Hill says, pulling you from your thoughts.  

You can feel your anger surfacing again.  You quickly pick up a stack the boxes and storm into your bedroom, slamming the door shut with your foot.  You open your dresses and throw things into the box, not even bothering to look at what anything is.  You yank open drawer after drawer, dumping the contents into the boxes.  

When the dresser is empty, you swipe everything off the top of your nightstand into another box, not even caring if you break anything.  You pull open the drawer and see the book Loki gave you.  You sit on the bed, holding it in one hand and stroking the leather cover with your other hand.  

You think back to the day Loki bought it for you.  It was one of your first dates and Loki insisted on showing you one of his favorite places, it was a used bookstore in Lower Manhattan.  You had spent almost all day there, going up and down every aisle, looking at every single book.  He had been excited when he found this one, it was a book of some of his favorite poems.  He used to read them to you while you cuddled against him.  You open the book and flip through the pages and suddenly you tear a page out and crumble it into a ball, throwing it on the floor.  You tear out another page, then another, one at a time.  You keep going, ripping out more and more pages until the whole book is torn apart and you throw it across the room.  

You get up quickly and pull the last of your belongings out of the closet and yank your door open.  Hill sits up, eying you carefully. You walk past her into the living area to grab a few more things.  You put all the boxes down and put your hands on your hips, glaring at them.  

Hill checks her watch, “All set?”

You nod but don’t answer her.  She tells the two agents to pick up your boxes and they lead you of the room.  Hill pulls the door shut and you suddenly feel this overwhelming sinking feeling.  What are you going to do?  

(Y/N POV)

You hold Loki tightly.  You had cried until you couldn’t cry anymore, but he didn’t say a word.  He just rubbed your back slowly, kissed your forehead and let you cry.  You were so tired when you were done, all you wanted to do was sleep.  

There was a soft knock on the door and Loki told them to come in.  Thor walked in and closed the door behind him.  He pulled up the chair and sat on the side of the bed where Loki was laying.  

“Is she asleep?” Thor asked quietly.

“No,” you answer, mumbling into Loki’s chest.  You can hear Loki laugh softly and it makes you smile for the first time in hours.

“How are you, Y/N?” Thor asks, his voice still low and full of concern.

“The pain meds are helping but I’m not looking forward to having another operation,” you tell him.  

“I’m just glad it’s not worse,” Thor says.

“So am I,” Loki agrees.  “Any word on Sarah?” he asks his brother.

Thor nods, “She’s gone.  Fury fired her a little while ago and Hill escorted her from the Tower.”

“She brought it on herself,” Loki says but you can’t help the guilting feeling that is growing in you.  

“This isn’t what I wanted,” you say, mostly to yourself.

“Y/N,” Loki puts his hand on your chin, making you look up at him.  “She has to know her actions have consequences.  It is not your fault, she did this to herself,” he tells you.  

You know he is right but it doesn’t change the fact that you wish things had gone differently. You can’t help but think what would have happened if Steve didn’t step out of the room.... or if it had taken him and Bucky any longer to come back in.  

Thor and Loki talk a bit more but you can feel yourself slowly falling asleep.  Today has taken so much out of you and it doesn’t help that Loki is so comfortable.  You close your eyes and it’s not long before you are asleep. 

(LOKI POV)

You look down at Y/N and gently check to see if she is asleep.  When you are sure she is, you look back to Thor, “I can’t believe it went this badly.  I was worried Sarah might lash out at her, but honestly... this is beyond what I could have imagined.”

Thor nods in agreement, “I don’t think anyone would have thought it was going to end like this.”  

You sit silently for a minute, “Did you find out why Steve left them?  He was supposed to make sure something like this didn’t happen... She trusted him with that.”

“Bucky needed to talk to him about a problem with Nat & Clint’s mission,” Thor says.  He explains to you what happened and that it was urgent. 

You shake your head and continue to rub Y/N’s back.  You know it wasn’t some trivial thing but it didn’t make you feel less upset that he didn’t keep her safe.  You can feel her steady breathing against you and it’s the only thing keeping you calm.  

“She’s going to be ok brother,” Thor says almost as if he can sense your thoughts.  “You heard Strange and her doctor.  She will be back on her feet soon.  She’s too stubborn not to be,” he tells you with a slight smile. 

You look back to him and then down at Y/N again, “I know.”

“I’ll leave you alone, let me know if you two need anything brother,” Thor says as he gets up.

Just as he is about to step out of the room you say, “Thank you brother.”

He smiles and nods at you as he closes the door. 

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Bucky Barnes | Rebellion Series | Caution

Part one of the Rebellion Series

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Plot: By some miracle, you get saved from the consequences of your own actions. You’re reluctant to join a supposedly good cause. What happens when the good cause is not so legal? And what - or who - is your soft spot?

Warnings: Angst, fluff (?) and mentions of sex.

Words: 34OO

You have started shaking again. With every tremble of your body, the restraints around your legs and arms seem to tighten and you shudder even more at the awful memory of that feeling. It took weeks for the shaking to stop. Weeks of being locked up into this modern dungeon until you were nothing but silence and numbness.

You knew the rebellion could end in death, knew the consequences would be catastrophic, but at least you’d stood for something, fought for something. And you would choose death any day over the endless silence of this prison. You know for a fact that you’re surrounded by an ocean, but no matter how hard you listen, you cannot hear the wild sea crash. Can only hear the low hum of the air being circulated through your metal cell.

And today, approximately three months after the start of your sentence in the most secured prison on the planet, you have started shaking again. It can hardly be because today of all days, your brain has decided to make you go completely insane. That would be too random. Which means–

Your head snaps to the window, spotting the other cells. Empty. This floor is reserved just for you alone. Because apparently you’re too dangerous to interact with anyone. They even got machines bringing you your daily sustenance. An empty floor like every other day, yet something seems different. Something’s off.

A metal door flies through the middle of the circular space connecting all of the cells and you stiffen. You look at the ground again, keeping completely still. Maybe they don’t know that you’re here. Oh God, oh God, oh God. No, they can’t get to you. Not again.

The destruction clangs through your body and you tremble violently, curling up as much as you can and staring hard at the floor. The cold metal ground blurs with images of the rebellion. The things you gave up, the energy your summoned and wasted, the people you lost. The blood, and pain, and screams and– and– and…

“She’s in there. Grab her and then we get out of here.”

“Steve, I–”

“And hurry up, we don’t have much time!”

Two combat boots step into your vision and the stomps echo in your head, booming you back to reality. But not quite. Your eyes vibrate with fear and you swallow the nails in your throat. Then a pair of knees appear in front of you and a black gloved hand reaches forward. It hesitates, then retreats. As if choosing not to touch you. Wise choice.

“Hey.” The voice is low. And smooth as liquor.

But you don’t look up, focusing on trying not to tremble more and taking the firm contraptions wrapped around your shins and forearms as the protection they now are. Maybe this is another nightmare. It’s different from the ones you usually have, but black gloves… They had black gloves, too. And those firm boots. They may have kicked you in the stomach with those boots once. You don’t remember.

“I’m here to get you out,” the voice speaks again and you can only listen to the tone of voice, the way it sends a shockwave through your body and lessens the violent trembles. “Look up for me.”

You ignore him and focus on your breathing.

“Is she coming?” That first voice. Impatient. Panting.

The male before you turns to the centre of the floor and gives a frustrated sigh, “She’s pretty out of it.”

Before waiting for the other man to respond, he turns back to you and studies you. Even though you don’t see him, his stare burns right through the flimsy clothes they put on you. He lets out a soft sigh and flips out a knife from the holster at his waist, still kneeling before you. You stiffen, preparing yourself for the sting at your throat as they finally decide to get rid of you, but he tries his best not to touch any bare skin as he saws through the materials binding you together.

The relief of pressure from your skin make you feel so uneasy, you nearly throw up, but a gentle hand covers your arm and you finally look up. Warm, dark blue eyes connect with yours. Below heavy brows and above the faintest cluster of freckles. His mouth is soft and pillowy and his bone structure is otherworldly symmetrical.

“It’s okay,” he tells you gently and offers you a smile that you can tell doesn’t come to him naturally. “Can you walk?”

He pulls you to a stand with a firm, but comfortable grip and you instantly stumble on your feet at the weight suddenly put on them. One arm flies around your waist and hoists you into his side as he catches your fall.

“Okay, okay,” he grunts with a gentle laugh. “I got you. Let’s get the fuck out of here, alright?”

Your throat feels like sandpaper as you hobble along with the wall of a male dragging you along, “Who are you?”

He spares you a brief glance and smiles once more, following ‘Steve’ out of the building and onto an air craft that is way too loud. “Bucky. We’re here to help you. Or I suppose you’re here to help us, little rebel.”

…

Steve gives Bucky a knowing glare, only breaking it by daring a glance at your bedroom door which you have been effectively hiding behind for weeks now. “You know I can’t go in there, Bucky.”

“You know I won’t let you,” Bucky answers drily with a shrug. As opposed to his best friend, Bucky hasn’t stopped staring at your door.

“You’re not even hiding your possessiveness when it comes to her,” Steve breathes through a laugh. That makes Bucky finally look at his friend.

“I’m not possessive,” he says matter-of-factly. He’s not even offended, just practical. “I’m protective. The last thing she needs is all of the nosy people in this tower swirling around her when she doesn’t trust a single soul.”

“Has she started to trust you?”

Bucky has to keep from wincing at Steve’s question, and he clears his throat. “Sure,” he lies.

If Steve caught the lie, he didn’t let on. It was as much of a dismissal as he was going to get. After watching his best friend walk off to do captain things, Bucky braces himself to step into your room. He has no hope that his interaction with you will be any different than the previous ones.

“Another day of convincing me to be your weapon?” you nearly snarl when he walks into your room.

If Bucky is entirely honest, he thought you would have turned into this damaged girl that would morph into a wild animal as you worked through what had been done to you. He didn’t really expect this perseverance and defiance from the woman he saved from that prison. But he supposes he should have seen that question coming. It wasn’t his best work; starting that day he saved you with all of the things you could be doing for them. Why they had saved you. Simply for their own gain. Or that is how you understood it, at least…

He has never been good with words. That has always been Steve’s thing. Bucky was reliable physically and he paid attention. He never had to use many words to make his point. Yet you keep asking these questions – rhetorical, he thinks – and you keep giving him this penetrating stare until he answers. Which is a sure way to make him fuck up, because how do people do that? Bring sensible thoughts into words and make it make sense?

Especially when the woman asking said questions is so damned… pretty.

“It’s time for you to get out of this room,” he tells you plainly. It seems the tactic of ignoring your questions is effective. It only took him six days to figure that one out.

He strides over to cross the room, not sparing you another glance in your chair in the corner, and rips open the curtains. The cat-like hiss coming from you has Bucky nearly biting back a smile. He turns and watches you stand from your chair, stalking over to him with your chin high and a scowl on your face. He raises an eyebrow with amused intrigue.

“And what, exactly, will I be doing outside of my room?” you ask.

He dips down slightly, but you keep the proximity. “Whatever you want. I don’t care.”

“If you don’t care, why hunt me out of my room?”

He shrugs, “Captain’s orders.” He isn’t entirely lying.

“Why isn’t the captain telling me himself?”

Bucky smirks and leans even closer, making you feel his minty breath fan over your face. “Because I’m the only one who isn’t scared of you.”

You snort at that and roll your eyes before breaking away from him. “I’ll get dressed.”

Bucky tries his hardest not to look too stunned as you retreat into the bathroom. A deep sigh leaves his lips as he paces through your room in wait for you to get ready. It takes a whole lot of effort to muster a smirk when it comes to his interactions with you.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” he asks quietly.

Just as quietly, the house responds, “Yes, Sergeant Barnes?”

“Has she asked for anything from you? To contact friends or family, or other information?”

“No, she hasn’t.”

“Does she have anyone left?” he tries, chewing his lip as he dreads the answer.

“Not that we’re aware. Mr. Stark had me run a background check, but she seems alone. No sign of anyone missing or deceased. No sign of a network at all.”

Bucky doesn’t know why that feels worse in his chest and he swallows. “Alright, thank you.”

A few moments later, you step out of the shower and find Bucky lounging in the chair he found you in, leafing through one of your books. Just as you’re about to check whether he has gotten his hands on one of your smuttier books, your eyes snag on the clothes laid out for you on the bed.

You pause long enough to make Bucky look up from the book. “Did you… Did you seriously pick out this underwear for me?”

Bucky eyes the lace panties dangling from your fingers and shrugs with a smirk. A smirk had never looked so enticing, but you sharpen your stare on him. “Do you prefer the grey, cotton ones in the back of the closet?”

You grit your teeth and scowl at him again, before morphing your mouth into a vindictive smile. “Why? Don’t you?”

His eyes dance at that. “Wouldn’t make a difference to me.”

And it’s the way he said it, with so much casual amusement and… promise. Heat rises to your face and you duck your head down. Snatching the clothes from the bed, you retreat back into the bathroom to get dressed.

…

The rest of your conversations had been purely functional as Bucky lead you down into the building where Steve was waiting. Bucky rolled his eyes at his friend’s horrible attempt at hiding his surprise. Steve hadn’t seen you since the day they came to save you, he must have never expected Bucky to be successful in his retrieval.

Bucky also hadn’t missed the meaningful look Steve then gave him that indicated he tucked away some valuable information. The information being that if they ever needed to get you to do something, Bucky is the way to get you to do it. Why? Steve seemed to have his theories and Bucky didn’t like it one bit.

However, for now he doesn’t care. Instead, he sticks by you after you reluctantly agreed to join Steve on a walk.

Strolling down the path through the surrounding woods, Bucky catches himself bracing for a fight every time Steve gets a little too close to you. He doesn’t like it. The last time he was this sensitive to proximity, he had just ran from Hydra. He’s seen other traumatised people before, but this feels different. And instead of listening to your and Steve’s conversation, he tries to figure out what it is. He supposes it’s because you have no survival instinct. In the few videos he’s seen of your rebellion and the encounters he has had with you the past weeks, you see danger or conflict and run straight toward it. Nothing scared or cautious about you. It sets his nerves on edge.

Bucky is well aware of what Steve is telling you and he has to refrain from rolling his eyes at the careful way Steve tries to coax you into their plan, when earlier that week they had not been nearly as careful as they calculated how to get you involved. But even Bucky had to admit that they needed you – specifically, everyone who would follow you into the grave. When Stark had shown him the videos, he was perplexed as to how you got such a huge following when what you fought for was so terribly dangerous. But one look at those sharp eyes and one deep command from you, and Bucky had seen it. That unwavering will and that brilliant brain that was always calculating. Steve could learn a few tricks from you on being a strong leader. And considering Bucky wildly admires his old friend, that is saying something.

They need you. Bucky knows it, too. They need not just someone with great leadership skills and a loyal following, but someone that does it out of empathy for the people mistreated by the system. Because that is who they’re going to be fighting – the system.

Again.

…

“You haven’t said anything about what Steve told you,” Bucky says on your walk back to your room. The offer to escort you back to your room hadn’t been entirely selfless.

“I need to think about it,” you murmur, deep in thought.

Bucky suppresses his sigh of sympathy. They are asking you to join a cause you were so passionate about, and that after failing so miserably last time. He can barely imagine the things you must have witnessed and endured with your last upraise. How you had gotten so influential that the government decided to treat you like you were a super-human and punished you accordingly. You had been put in the same prison as Wanda. Wanda. That is how powerful you were.

“It can’t be easy to revisit everything after all that’s happened,” he resigns and you blink from your thoughts to raise your eyes to his face. You study him and it takes all of Bucky’s might not to shift under your assessing gaze.

Then you speak up, “I’ve always done the right thing. Steve knows I can’t walk away from it…”

Bucky smiles at that. “Just like him.”

Your eyes narrow at that comment, but Bucky finds no venom in the look. You continue, “Sacrificing my life for the cause was never an issue. But to lead others into that same fate again?” The guilt had eaten you alive. All those people that had gotten arrested, split up from loved ones, hurt– worse…

Bucky interrupts your thoughts before they get a hold on you by clearing his throat. “Tonight, we have dinner with everyone. You’re welcome to join if you’d like.” Your heavy stare on him makes him quickly add, “Don’t give me that look. There will be no talk of overthrowing the government. Just dress fancy.”

The snort of a laugh that comes from you feels lighter to Bucky than he’d like to admit. And to ease the tension, he forces another smirk to his face. You narrow your eyes again warily, “What.”

He shrugs, turning to leave you alone at your door. Then he winks. “Let me know if you need me to pick out some underwear for you.” And then he’s gone.

Bucky hangs onto that cockiness all the way until dinner, where the entire group has showed up. Even Thor said he’d show up for a drink. Barton flew in from his family home to join the group as well. He remembers a time when he’d felt more than uncomfortable around this group of people. But so much has changed. They all saw him as a great asset to the team and even relied on him more and more to supervise the missions. He’s at home with them now. Heart swelling with affection, he listens to his friends – his family – laugh in the kitchen while they pour the drinks.

And then all of their faces turn into one direction, some of them pulling taut, few of them giving warm, comforting smiles. Bucky follows their gaze and it is like someone punched him in the gut, air whooshing out of his body. He doesn’t really know why – other than the obvious fact that you look ravishing of course. But he looks at you and clears his throat to welcome you to the group.

Natasha beats him to it though and it has Bucky’s hackles rising. She shoots him a knowing smile and then he backs off. His pride wounded like a cat booped on the nose. Natasha is good at it, charming people until they feel comfortable. Or take their pants off. But there’s an easy smile on your face – one Bucky knows is at least slightly forced – and you blend in with the crowd easily.

Suddenly, Sam’s at his side. “I know what you’re thinking,” he grumbles with his eyes on you and Natasha, followed by a swig of his beer bottle. “Those two together can only mean trouble.”

Bucky can only grunt in agreement.

…

“What on Earth are you talking about?” Natasha drawls with a guilty smile.

Barton shakes his head. “The poor schmuck didn’t stand a chance. There is no way you could have taken him if you hadn’t slept with him the night before.”

Natasha shrugs. “Look, a girl has her needs. He met them and the next day he met his fate.”

“Really, Nat?” Steve nearly cringes and Bucky reins in his laugh. “The guy’s moral compass was straight from hell and you decided to sleep with him?”

Natasha barely manages to open her mouth before you decide to pitch in, raising a glass to her. “I get it. Terrible morals do add a little spice in the bedroom.”

Nat clinks her glass with yours and mutters a ‘she gets it’, but Bucky’s eyes are searing through your skin. He doesn’t know why he’s surprised at such outrageous claims coming out of your mouth. There is nothing innocent about you. Good, yes. Innocent? No. Yet perhaps it isn’t ‘surprise’ that is warming his body from the inside out.

Conversation flows easily between the Avengers and the food Tony had made easily beats the Brooklyn comfort food Bucky usually seeks out. Cheeks turn rosy from the drinks, voices get louder, lights get dimmer. Bucky has to really look to be sure what he’s seeing. You, relaxed and happy. Such a stark contrast to the woman he found in the prison. No wonder you’re so good with people. People make you good.

He can barely manage his smirk however, when he notices the strain in your body to keep from looking at him. Why you are so adamant to avoid him, he can’t really tell. But this is now your weak spot, so he cannot help but tuck the info away for later.

The night carries on and everyone switches places, catching up on endless memories and adventures and being surprisingly considerate to include you in most conversations. Bucky ends up at the head of the table, you on the seat closest to him, both listening to Sam. You listen closely and Bucky can only assume you have some relief from being actively distracted from him. And being the arrogant bastard he knows he can be, he ‘accidentally’ brushes a knuckle over the back of your hand that’s resting on the table. He watches you stiffen and swallow, but like a true rebel, you show no other sign that it affected you.

A few more stunts like that had Bucky pressing his knee to your thigh under the table and it takes everything not to pull away from it. So you gaslight yourself to let the touch ground you. To absorb his warmth and relax even more into the touch. And if you guess it correctly, the way you respond to Bucky’s touch is not what he expected… So you find yourself having the upper hand again.

And if you’re going to join these people in their cause, what’s a little game with your menace of a saviour?

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Relief, forrrrr... a certain Major Egan? 😊

A/N: You and @blikebarbie92 both had the same idea, and I'm happy to oblige! I have something else brewing for these two coming (hopefully) later today, so here's a little precursor. If anyone else wants to send a prompt, send me something from this list!

three. afterwards.

He's trying really hard not to think about after.

Some days it's harder than others. It's especially hard on mail call days. He watches Buck's face completely transform as he devours word after word from Marge, and while he can't blame him, it makes something sour curdle in his gut.

Because where does he belong in all this? In the after?

The buzzing in between his ears to get out, get out grows louder every day, and every day he feels panic begin to brew when he thinks he might not be in this with Buck, not totally.

He doesn't want to do anything stupid, but he doesn't want to sit here for god knows how long, either.

But Buck has other things to live for. He has Marge, and he has a wedding to plan, and it makes him careful, careful in a way that Bucky can't feel.

He stopped feeling careful about this, his life, somewhere around jumping out of a plane and freezing in stillness in some German swamp.

He's not too far gone yet to recognize he's becoming hard, so he tries he best to be the person he was before. He plays cards with Crank and Murph (and no, he's not trying too hard to make up for the echo of an angry conversation that happened right before the mission from hell, though it did replay over and over in his mind as he watched Crank's ship go down that day. (Jesus Christ, Crank, it's a war! Are you flying today, or not? / Yeah. / Yes, sir.)

It helps, for a little while.

But then they're told about an escape attempt, and they're not-so-subtly threatened, and he sees Buck tense beside him, back ramrod straight at attention, only a brief glace over at Bucky like he actually thinks Bucky is going to make a run for it as they speak.

He's not that stupid, and he's not that depressed. Not yet.

Still, nothing sets a fire blazing in him like the day he comes back to find their hut completely ransacked. It's fury like he can't explain - they do this to them all the time. It shouldn't be anything new or shocking.

It's just -- his jacket is dumped on the floor, and the one thing he notices when he picks it up and dusts it off is that the half-squashed, yellowing daisy that was tucked neatly into his breast pocket is gone.

It's the straw that breaks the camel's back. He doesn't even know why he kept it, except that it started to feel like a sign, something tethering him back to who he was before, when he was just standing in a pub doorway with flowers for a pretty girl.

A girl who he stared and stared at, never daring to say anything too flirtatious in case her father was looming over her shoulder, daring any pilot to get too close.

But that day it had been just her, and him. And while he had apologized for telling her not to get too attached and apologized for getting angry because she wouldn't let him get drunk off his face after Buck went down, she had pressed a flower into his hand and a kiss to his cheek.

So he's furious, when he can't find it. There's been no promises made. He doesn't get letters, doesn't send them either, but it had been there, a reminder of the man he used to be.

And now it's gone.

"Jesus Christ, Bucky." DeMarco says, pushing past him. "What? What happened?"

Bucky realizes he's white knuckling the table in the middle of the room. "Nothing."

"Did they find something?" Benny's face is hard, urgent. "I'm serious - if you need to tell us--"

"No. Nothing. I just-- we only have a few belongings to our sorry names and they do this? Why--" He stops himself, hands on his hips. He's overreacting. He knows it. Can't help it.

How does he explain without sounding absolutely insane?

"I had something in my pocket. From someone back home. I--" He's astonished with himself when his voice cracks.

DeMarco's face falls. He doesn't crack a joke, he doesn't do anything to make Bucky feel worse than he already does.

"What is it? I'll help, we'll keep lookin'--"

And so they sit there, going over everything with a fine-toothed comb, while Buck and Frank and Crank come in too, and without more than a quiet word and sharp look from Benny, they start helping.

"There," Murphy says, dropping to one knee near Bucky's bunk, his hands cradling a small, wilted flower. It looks like nothing, like something they would have swept up with the garbage if not for Bucky's panicked energy.

The relief he feels at seeing it is overwhelming. To their credit, the other guys turn away, they don't ask him any questions, they don't ask what's wrong with him that he's getting this upset over a flower.

He takes it gently between his large palms, and imagines he can still smell its sweet scent, long gone.

To him, it's a talisman of better days that has miraculously stayed with him through all the hell he went through to get here to Stalag Luft III, and he feels a piece of him settle back into place when he places it in between pages of a battered notebook he's taken to carrying with him and keeping under his mattress at night.

Later, he'll tell Buck about it. He'll tell him about her, and how she had given him a small hope that someone might miss him, however fleeting their exchange had been.

He clears his throat, thanks his guys.

The rest of the night that relief courses through his veins like adrenaline. It makes him think maybe there is an after for him, that there's something out there that he's still fighting for, even if it's happening on the ground instead of the air.

#i have another thing coming later where we finally learn her name #but this is a good little preview of that! #also my first real shot at a bucky POV #john egan x oc #masters of the air fanfiction #masters of the air fanfic #mota fanfiction #softspeirs mota fanfiction #bucky x ellie #oc: ellie peters

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Pov: What your camera roll would look like if you are dating Bucky Barnes

#bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x gender neutral reader #bucky barnes moodboard #tfatws bucky #bucky barnes cute #sebastian stan #sebastian stan pics #pov: your dating bucky barnes #how your camera roll would look like

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Pov: You're camera rolls if you're Best Friends with Sam and Bucky

Masterlist

#bucky barnes #sam wilson #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x y/n #sam wilson x you #mcu #marvel #mcu x reader #marvel x reader #pov #best friends #camera roll #pics not mine