#bucky talking to nakajima

[ivybucky]

First Time - b.b. x gn!reader

Summary: You have a habit of calling people by cute nicknames or monikers, and Bucky isn't sure why it made him feel so good.

a/n: I'm breaking my hiatus finally!!! this is just a cute lil fic somewhat based on first time by hozier without the thought-provoking underlying angst. 1.9k

Content/Warnings: tfaws!Bucky, fluff, pining, tfaws fight scenes, zemo mention, multiple Sam appearances, references to fights/violence, use of y/n, use of the nickname doll when referring to the reader, friends to lovers? (let me know if i'm forgetting anything)

Masterlist

Believe it or not, Bucky Barnes tried to not think about his past. 

Though his efforts to make amends were a work-in-progress, and his name was brought up in the press more often than he preferred, Bucky Barnes tried to think about his past as little as possible. 

The first time you called him James was the first time he had liked the way it sounded. You had smiled at him, sweet and welcoming, as Sam introduced the two of you.

“It’s nice to meet you, James.” God, did it fall off your tongue in the nicest way. “Thank you for looking after birdbrain over here.” You giggled at Sam’s distant-sounding protest.

Bucky cracked a sideways smile, not being able to stop himself. “You can call me Bucky, doll.”

Your smile morphed into a sort of smirk, cheeks warming at the nickname he gave you. “Is that what you prefer?”

He hadn’t given it much thought anymore. He knew James as the person who enlisted in the military, the person who fell from the train following Captain America into the throws of war. James was the person who was Hydra’s plaything, the assassin, the monster he was so desperate to forget. Bucky was the charmer, the best friend of Steve Rogers, the swing dancer who had a habit of punching bullies(justified obviously). 

Now, he didn’t feel like either. Going by Bucky was the easiest option, since it was the part of him he was desperate to gain back. Talking to you however, he didn’t think he cared what he was called anymore. 

He gave you a soft grin, one that may have held a bit more meaning than flirtation. “I don’t mind either, you can call me whatever you want.”

—

The first time you called him by any kind of nickname was the day they went to Madripoor.

“Sammy! Buck!” You called their names as you waved big at them from the small airport hangar. 

Bucky tried to slow his heart as the pair walked closer to you. Sam let out a chuckle next to him, a teasing smile thrown his way. “Hope you don’t mind the extra company, Buck.”

With a frown and a grumble, Bucky widened his gait, the toe of his shoe catching on Sam’s, causing him to trip up momentarily. “Don’t call me that.”

He reached you first, allowing his smile wider further than before. “Hi Y/N, what’re you doin’ here?”

You placed a gentle hand on his left shoulder, rubbing back and forth. “It’s good to see you too,” you chuckled. “Sam told me what you guys are doing with Zemo. He thought I might be able to provide some kind of help, right Sam?”

Sam walked up with somehow both a smirk and scowl on his face and pulled you into a quick hug. “That’s right, though I might’ve invited you along so that I’m not the only one putting up with his old ass.”

Bucky scoffed, trying to ignore the lack of warmth from your otherwise occupied hands. “Are you sure about this, doll? This is probably gonna end with all of us on a watch list.”

You nudged his shoulder, your own smirk gracing your features. “As if I wasn’t on one already.”

The boys both chuckled, before Sam spoke up. “Speaking of watchlists, he’s here.”

Boarding the private jet that Zemo just happened to have, Bucky tried to keep his eyes on you the whole time, even as you sat in the leather seat between him and the window. 

“I’m sorry, I’m just fascinated by this - I don’t know what to call it,” your brows furrowed at the sentence, at the faint smirk that rested on Zemo’s face. “But this part seems important. Who is Nakajima?”

Bucky was out of his seat in an instant, metal fingers gripped tightly around his throat. Zemo’s face wiped itself of any amusement. Bucky spoke into his ear low and gruff, but it could easily be heard throughout the plane cabin. “You touch that again and I’ll kill you.” 

He snatched the notebook back into his and heavily sat back down into his seat, hand wound tight around the small journal

Your fingers reached across his lap and wrapped around his clenched metal fist, thumb rubbing soothingly over the back of his hand. “Just ignore him, sweetheart. You and I both know nothing that man says is worth anything.” 

Bucky looked down at your joined hands, then glanced up at you with a small smile. He gave your hand a couple of squeezes, and tried to focus back on the words being said throughout the rest of the plane ride. 

—

The first time you called him “baby” was during their fight with John Walker. 

Madripoor and Latvia had been filled with silent stares, small smiles, and soft words . Fleeting “friendly” touches ensued as well - Bucky’s hand on your back drawing small circles, your gentle grasp of his hand or arm when he clenched his fist.

Bucky talked to you about Yori, about his too soft mattress, about his too shitty of a therapist, his want to get a cat. You told him about meeting Sam, your agency background, your agreement that he should totally get a cat. And now, you just wished you could have that again.

Walker was too strong, landing solid hits on both Sam and Bucky that could easily start slowing them down. He had lifted the shield over their bodies too many times, clearly holding on to the same psychotic fury he had when he killed the Flagsmasher.

To this point, you stood frozen in watch. You weren’t there when the fight started, and between Sam and John’s current focus on Bucky, you weren’t sure which side needed the most aid.

John had flung Bucky into a nearby metal utility pole for Christ’s sake, and a cry wretched itself from your lips. You ran to his side as he laid on the ground unconscious, metal arm cackling with untamed electricity. 

“Bucky,” you murmured as you checked his spine for any breaks. You could hear his breath, as shuddered as it was after an impact like that. You moved him to lay on his back, palm pressed to his cheek. “Bucky, honey, come on, wake up.”

You tapped his cheek a couple of times in slight panic, other hand unconsciously combing his hair back. A couple of moments passed before he groaned and huffed out a cough. “Bucky,” you sighed a breath of relief, eyes near tearing up as the tension left your body. “Are you hurt, baby?”

He sat up with a grimace, another groan leaving his lips. “What the fuck?”

“He took the serum,” your hands had yet to leave his face. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

He looked up at you with a wincing smile, still bright enough to make your heart stutter. “I’m okay, sweetheart.” The red gracing your cheeks could be easily based on the intensity of the fight, but it was unsaid knowledge that wasn’t the case. He touched the hand holding his cheek as you swept a thumb back and forth. A grunt from the fight crashed them both back to reality. “He’s gonna kill Sam.”

You stood up, pulling him with you by his metal arm. Bucky swung his arm around to recalibrate before jogging forward. “We gotta get the shield. Be careful, don’t let him pin you.”

____

The first time you kissed him was in Louisiana. 

You giggled from the picnic table as you watched Bucky dodge Sam’s nephews, cake in hand, as they tried to tackle him for his arm, as well as when several of the children pleading to hang off of it.

He sat next to you on the bench of the table, shoulder pressing into yours as you basked in Sam and Sarah’s storytelling. Bucky shared some bittersweet stories about Steve, drawing smiles from everyone listening. Each laugh had you leaning into him a bit more, but a complaint could not be heard, especially when your hands brushed under the table.

The evening continued on like that into the early night. Bucky entertained the masses, looking a lot like the charmer he used to be. Sam reminisced with his community, taking many photos with his local family. 

You sat on the pier, leaning back against the wooden bench as the sun set over the water’s horizon. You could faintly hear laughter behind you on the dock mixed with the sound of the stereo’s music drifting over. A smile grew on your face as a presence made its way towards you, shoes scuffing against the wooden slats. A soft hand rested on your shoulder and sent warmth through your body. “Care for some company, doll?”

You flashed Bucky a smile that had him weak as you turned back to him and patted the space next to him. He sat down close, thigh pressed against yours, shoulder to shoulder yet again. 

“What’re you gonna do now, Buck? You think you’re gonna stick around?” 

He sighed, staring down at his metal hand in contempt. “I don’t know,” his hand clenched in his lap. “I’ve been following orders for a long time now. Might be good for me to work with someone, not for. Even if birdbrain has a habit of getting on my nerves.”

You reached across his lap and gently unfurled his fingers. He wished the pressure he felt against the metal was more tangible for once, more definitive. “You should do whatever makes you feel the most free, sweetheart.” You slipped both of your hands around his, rubbing small circles with your thumb. “Whether that be with Sam or doing something else. You deserve it.”

Bucky’s eyes drifted over your face and observed its features - the small smile that curled around your lips, the kindness in your eyes. “And what about you?” he spoke softly. “Will you stay?”

You looked up to him and searched his eyes with a hopeful grin. “Are you asking?” you chuckled, using one of your hands to comb his hair back behind his ear, thumb resting on his cheek. “If I’m needed, I’ll stay.”

Bucky puffed out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding. “Well ya know,” he threw a bright smile in your direction. “Sam’s gonna need you here so he doesn’t lose his mind.”

You chuckled, leaning a little bit closer.  “And you? Do you need me?”

Bucky took in the space between you, the way your breaths mingled, foreheads near touching. “Yeah, baby,” he allowed himself to fully lean in. “I need you.”

You kissing him was like coming up for air, or finding water in the middle of the desert. It was salvation, it was required for him to have in order to survive. Your lips were soft, tasting faintly of the beer you had earlier. His mouth moved against yours like a magnet following them wherever they went. His hand drifted to your waist, moving you somewhat into his lap as you both smiled into the kiss. When you finally broke apart, it was only for the need for oxygen to fill your lungs. 

You giggled from above him, heads pressed together. Your hands locked themselves around his shoulders in an embrace that forced him to stay where he could feel the pant of your breath across his skin, not that he was complaining. “I guess I’ll stay then.”

Please reblog and comment! It's my first fic in *two fucking years* and i need to know that this is still good lol

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[buckrecs]

Hiii! I love ur page and I was wondering if u could rec some fics with a pregnant reader? Thank you sm hon 🫶

Pregnant Reader

masterlist | req masterlist

These Hands Are For You by @majestyeverlasting

The raking of leaves, muffins, and baby kicks on a fall afternoon. A very warm and fuzzy domestic piece filled with lots of love.

Always Back to You by @majestyeverlasting

After coming home a little roughed up, Bucky seeks forgiveness for not being candid about a mission in D.C. But all you truly care about is the fact that he's okay and made his way back to you.

Two Becomes Three by @sleepypanda27

“I’m pregnant”

Chocolate Chip Cookies by @sleepypanda27

Bucky wakes up in the middle of the night only to find that you’re not in the bed, because you're craving chocolate chip cookies.

Scent of Home by @pherelesytsia

Bucky attended one of Tony parties and returns to his small family.

small bump by @bucky-bucket-barnes

Bucky has fought literal armies, survived multiple murder attempts, and still nothing worries him like his pregnant wife.

Paint + Ladders by @mvtthewmurdvck

Bucky comes home to find you not where you're supposed to be, and instead in the nursery, doing exactly what you shouldn't be.

two little lines by @duuhrayliegh

the reader is pregnant, this is how she tells bucky and the rest of the avengers.

Here To Help by @itsjustmelainey

Your super baby is so heavy that you’re uncomfortable, fortunately Bucky might have found the solution to help you.

Any day now by @randomperson351

Bucky didn't think he could have the life he does, and he's grateful each and every day.

happy secret by @bentobarnes

bucky is having lunch with Nakajima after 2 years of not talking with him. Yori wants him to go on a date with Leah (the bartender) but encounters a pleasant surprise.

Breath With Me by @planetofawe

You and Bucky decide on a home birth however you’ve got to do it all alone as your midwife is stuck in some traffic!

Oh Baby! by @fairydxll

You tell Bucky the big news.

Support You by @marvelmushroom

Bucky finds a way to take some of the weight off of you during pregnancy. Literally.

Daisy by @chrisevansredbelt

bucky gets you pregnant. complications ensue?

Names by @softlyspector

Bucky and Y/N are expecting a baby, and soon, but they still haven’t decided on a name.

One In A Trillion by @softlyspector

Bucky is sterile. Or, so they had been told, that was basically what he was. There was a one in a trillion chance of them ever conceiving, completely impossible.

Expectations by @softlyspector

Bucky is overprotective of the reader, who is pregnant with his baby. 

one plus one equals… by @lokiskitten

after waking up from a nap, Bucky requires a hug. He then gets the chance to learn that you are pregnant.

actually… you can help by @classylo

you were miserably pregnant and knew of only one way to get the baby out of you.

“Alexa, Play Go There With You” by @touchstarvedirl

Bucky’s been having a hard time being okay with your work schedule now that you’re pregnant. An arguments ensues and after you only have one thing on your mind, so Alexa helps you set the mood.

Daddy’s Home by @starshipsofstarlord

whilst with Wanda, you go into labour. Bucky is on his way home from a mission with Steve and Vision, you’re just worried that he won’t make it on time.

we’re gonna need a bigger house by @sunmoonandeddie

You find the courage to tell Bucky about your latest ultrasound.

Come Back to You by @buckyalpine

What happens when a time travel mission ends up with a version of Bucky from the 40′s standing on the time travel platform. 

Imagine by @buckyalpine

Imagine Bucky finding his adorably, heavily pregnant girl perched onto kitchen counter rummaging for snacks like a little gremlin in the middle of the night.

Be(tter) in Reality With Me by @t-lostinworlds

Bucky needed to remind you how he would never ever betray you, especially when the him in your dreams was showing you otherwise.

All I Ever Wanted by @majestyeverlasting

You and Bucky visit a park in Brooklyn that stirs up some nostalgic memories. But what he doesn’t know is that, later that night, he’ll learn that he’s going to be a father.

Relax by @itsapeterthing

while the avengers help you and bucky move, you attempt to help carry something only to have your overprotective husband get in the way

The Three Times They Think She’s Pregnant by @skyeisawitch

Hopelessly Pregnant by @kiritella

Light Carries On Endlessly by @marvelingatthewonder

Bucky goes back under after cacw and you’re pregnant. 8-ish months later you give birth to a beautiful baby girl.

#bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes smut #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes x pregnant reader #bucky barnes x wife!reader #husband!bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes oneshot

[cas-kingdom]

The Avengers Masterpost

Main Masterpost

one shots

You Called for Backup (Peter x Tony) - Peter really should think before he sends any kind of text message to Tony Stark.

When You Wish Upon a Star (Peter x Tony) - Peter won’t get out of bed. Enter Tony Stark.

The Adult is Talking (Peter x Tony) - Peter starts neglecting his health in order to study for tests he’s going to pass whether he revises or not. It’s time for Tony to step in, and he’s not happy.

But It’s Tradition, Peter! (Peter x Avengers) - “Tradition is tending the flame, not worshiping the ashes.” Peter learns this, surrounded by the ones he loves the most.

Inked (Peter x Tony) - Tony gets a tattoo. The only problem is, he’s drunk.

Itsy Bitsy Spider (Peter x Tony) - There’s only one thing Peter’s afraid of, and Tony thinks it’s hilarious. Which it isn’t. Not at all.

A Dad for Christmas (Peter x Tony) - Peter has the perfect Christmas present for Tony.

When All is Dead and Gone (Peter x Tony) - Tony had never thought he’d love someone as much as he did this kid. Or: How I wish the ending of Infinity War had gone instead.

I’ll Wait (Tony x Steve) - Alone on Titan with nothing but the phone Steve gave him, Tony makes a decision he should have made a long time ago.

Not Without You (Steve x Bucky) - It’s the end of the line for them both.

All I Want (Peter x Tony) - Peter gets one last conversation with Tony.

A Letter to Tony Stark (Peter x Tony) - From Peter Parker

Mini America (Tony x Steve x reader) - You accidentally pop Tony’s blow-up bed.

A Simple Misunderstanding (Peter x Tony x reader) - Tony walks in on you and Peter.

Normal (Steve x Tony x reader) - Being the sister of the world’s greatest hero has its advantages and disadvantages. While attempting to do something a normal teenager would do, things go wrong, and it takes a Captain America and an Iron Man to make you feel better.

’S’ is for ‘Steve’ (Steve x reader) - Steve told you not to get that tattoo. You got it anyway.

Call It Magic (Thor x reader) - Your fear of thunder drives you into a certain god’s arms one night.

Happy Birthday, Old Man (Steve x reader) - The one thing you shouldn’t do on Steve’s one hundredth birthday is call him old.

Remember When (Bucky x reader) - Bucky finds you awake and upset one night.

Bucky, You’re Not Punny (Bucky x reader) - Bucky thinks he’s funny. He’s really not, but he still gets you to laugh.

Finally (Steve x Bucky x reader) - You see Bucky for the first time after the ice.

My World (Bucky x reader) - With both Tony and Steve gone, it’s just you and Bucky against the world.

Fix You (Bucky x reader) - It’s been six months. You and Bucky are living in Brooklyn. You’re trying. He’s not. The both of you need to fix what’s left before there is nothing left to fix.

The Notebook (Bucky x reader) - You find Nakajima’s name in Bucky’s notebook and ask him about it.

There’s a Snake in My Boat (Bucky x Sam x Zemo x reader) - Sam makes you try the snake drink he had in Madripoor. Needless to say, it’s not the first time you’ve been sick all over Bucky.

Call It True (Loki x reader) - Loki helps you sleep after a trying few days.

For You (Loki x reader) - Loki realises you’ve been injured since New York, and you never told him.

Brave (Loki x reader) - At the end of time, it’s your turn to be brave. With Loki and Sylvie in search of whoever’s controlling it all, you and Mobius return to the TVA to figure out what’s going on. The goodbye is hard, beginning and ending in tears, but a goodbye can be a promise of another hello.  

drabbles

Steve x Clint (“You can try harder than that! I’m tough!”)

Steve x reader (“I love bagels! How did you know?”)

Bucky x Steve x reader (“I need a place to hide! Quick!”)

Peter P x reader (“Why are you embarrassed? You shouldn’t be.”)

Peter P x reader (“Hey! That’s mine!”)

Tony x reader (“Make one more egg pun, I dare you.”)

Steve x Bruce x Tony x reader (“Did I stutter?”)

Bucky x reader (“Smile for the camera!”)

Steve x reader (“Just come down… I promise I won’t do anything.”)

Peter x Tony x reader (“Don’t tell me you’re ticklish here, too.”)

Steve x Tony x reader (“Would you just quit it?”)

Tony x reader (“Can I have a go in the suit?”)

Steve x reader (“It’s three am! Where have you been?”)

Steve x reader (“Say that again looking at my face.”)

Tony x Peter (“C’mere, kid.”)

Tony x Peter (“I’m proud of you, kid.”)

Peter P x reader (“Honour is dead but I’ll see what I can do.”)

Sam x reader (“You lose. I tickle. Deal?”)

Tony x reader (“We should head back to the party.”)

Tony x reader (“Can I hug you?”)

Tony x Morgan (“It’s okay… I still love you.”)

Bucky x reader (“Don’t make me chase you.”)

Bucky x reader (“Wait, what are you going to do with that?”)  

Bucky x reader ("I miss the way things used to be.")  

Zemo x reader (“I apologise. I did not mean to wake you.”)

Bucky x reader (“I couldn’t sleep by myself.”)

Bucky x reader (“I may have accidentally adopted a dog. Don’t be mad?”)

Bucky x reader (”How about a compromise? I’ll kill him first, and if it turns out he was friendly, I’ll apologise.”)

Clint x reader (“No, no, don’t worry—it’s fine.”)

series

Iron Heart (Peter x Tony) - Five times Peter called Tony his dad, and the one time Tony called Peter his son.

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2

extra masterposts

Irondad & Spiderson Masterpost

#the avengers #masterpost #the avengers masterpost

[nex-thegrimreaper]

OK! HANG ON!

Can we talk about the fact that Bucky Barnes grew up in the slums of early 1900’s New York, joins the army and is almost immediately taken by hydra along with the rest of the 107th, gets saved by Steve, “dies” fighting with Steve is tortured and used as a brainwashed weapon for a bunch of nazi assholes for literal decades, gets saved by Steve again, goes straight back into the slums of Bucharest, gets framed for committing terrorism after years of forced assassination, saved by Steve AGAIN, finds out Steve has a new best friend and has still been living the life of a hero, is so terrified of himself he willingly cryofrezes himself again, gets himself back in wakanda just to be in another war against a literal alien, gets snapped away for another 5 years then when he’s finally back, Steve leaves him for Peggy and is still absolutely hated by most of the world, and Steve gives Sam the shield instead of him because of him being mentally I’ll and his only goodbye to him was “it’ll be ok, Buck” (fuck you Steve, no) and then he’s still trying to save people and make amends for everything he did against his will like mr nakajima and Isaiah Bradley, then mf John walker comes around and he’s forced to work with the mf that framed him for terrorism and Sam then him pretending to be the winter soldier again 😭 please someone give him a good ending like fr if something good doesn’t happen for him in thunderbolts imma riot

#bucky barnes #winter soldier #marvel #marvel angst #bucky barnes angst

[duckybarnes1917]

Your Eyes Outshine The Town...Chapter 5

Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader

18+ ONLY

Summary: After a rough night, you and Bucky spend some time a part Christmas shopping for each other. You can Christmas shop while tracking down the Tracksuit Mafia, right?

Warnings: Reader's alcohol problem, drug mention (Xanax), angst, sitcom level ridiculousness. Note: Sam and Yelena are friends in this series, and right now Yelena is living with Sam and Sarah. Bucky and Reader are also friends with Yelena. Reader was best friends with Natasha before she died.

*Tumblr is not letting me add links to the prev or next chapters. Please see the masterlist pinned to my page for the rest of the story!*

12 Days Before Christmas

“Guess what!” You bounded into the kitchen and wrapped your arms around Bucky’s waist. 

Bucky was taken aback by your chipper voice. 

Is she just going to pretend that last night didn’t happen?

When you kissed his cheek, he smelt it—your breath was minty with a faint twinge of alcohol underneath. 

He watched  as you moved to the fridge for a water bottle and then placed yourself on the counter next to him.

“Hello? I said, guess what.” 

“Sorry, uh, what’s up?” Bucky turned off the oven and pulled a tray of bacon out. 

“I just got off the phone with Sam. Both of you have been invited to the opening night of Rogers.”

Bucky frowned at you. “And?” 

You rolled your eyes. “All of you remaining Avengers are invited as special guests. Don’t you want to go?”

“Hard pass,” Bucky laughed as he put bread in the toaster. “Do you want a breakfast sandwich?” 

You were already picking a piece of hot bacon off the tray. “No,” you said with your mouth full. “I’ll probably pick up a smoothie when I’m out.” 

“Out? Where are we going?” 

Bucky piled his toast with the whole pan of eggs and six slices of bacon. 

You hopped off the counter. “Not we; I’ve got to go Christmas shopping for you.” 

“I’ll close my eyes, promise.” 

You smiled at him as you put your shoes on. “Bucky, to be honest, I just need some alone time too. Is that okay?” 

“Oh–is something wrong? Did I do something last night?” 

You slipped on your jacket and wrapped a scarf around your neck. “Nothing is wrong. We’ve been together every second of the day for like two weeks. I’m sure you need a break too.” 

“Yeah, sure.” Bucky turned back to the stove, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Oh, don’t look so sad,” you grabbed your purse, grumbling about how much you hated the old ratty thing and went to kiss his cheek. “I’ll be back before you know it. We’re still going to see Christmas lights tonight, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” Bucky pulled you closer. “Be careful. Love you.” 

“Love you more,” you said with a smile. “Think about the musical!” 

Bucky watched you leave, his apartment way too quiet without you in it. 

Jesus–I can survive one day on my own.

He sat at the table and turned the tv on for noise—his thoughts were too loud in the silence. You had made it clear that you weren't ready to be completely open with him, but he needed to do something. You were drinking—in secret, you weren't sleeping, you were anxious and secretive.

Maybe I should call Sam…. 

Bucky tapped his greasy fingers on his phone but decided against it. 

I’ll just talk to her tonight. That’s what partners are supposed to do–talk to each other. 

As he finished his breakfast, he refocused on figuring out how to spend his day. 

Lunch with Nakajima–no, bad idea. 

I could check in with Sam about the Power Broker..but I’m not supposed to be working.  

He stared at the Christmas tree, his one gift sitting under it, and got an idea. 

Christmas shopping it is.

**

The wall of purses in every shape, size, and color had Bucky utterly overwhelmed. A sales attendant had already tried to help him, but he didn’t even know what to ask for. Sensing an easy sale, she showed him the most expensive options and finally moved on to a new target when a wealthy-looking older couple approached. 

He knew he was probably overthinking this, but he wanted the gift to be perfect. He tried calling Yelena, who knew less about purses than Bucky did. 

“Is Sam there?” Bucky sighed. 

“No, he’s out with his nephews. And I’m offended you want his opinion over mine.”

“Yelena, you told me to get her a vest with pockets—I’m sorry if I want a second opinion.” 

“You’re making a mistake but whatever. Hey, are you going to the musical thing? Sam wants to know if we can crash at your place.” 

“Absolutely not,” Bucky scoffed. “You’re going?” 

“Sounded fun, so is that a yes on the apartment?” 

Bucky felt a gentle tap on his shoulder and turned around. “Hey, I gotta go–real help has arrived. And no, you two can not stay here–my apartment is tiny, and I don’t even have a couch.” 

“Fine–go with the vest.” 

“I’m hanging up now.” 

Bucky ended the phone call. “Sorry about that,” he awkwardly gave Nicki a side hug when she went in for a real one. 

“So, what am I here to help with?” Nicki asked with an excited smile. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry for bothering you–you didn’t have to come all the way down here; I could have just sent you pictures.” 

“I was already in the area,” she lied. “Plus, I love Macy’s. What’s up?” 

“I’m trying to pick a purse for my girlfriend, and I am totally lost.” 

Bucky looked away, distracted by noise only he could hear, and missed Nicki’s face fall. 

“Oh, sure, I can help with that. What does she like?” 

Bucky turned around. His eyes swept the store. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” 

“I thought I heard–never mind. Um, I don’t know, she likes black?”

“Black is a bit boring for a gift–you want it to make an impression.” 

Bucky refocused as Nicki walked through the aisles of dark-colored purses, making a beeline for the bright hues ahead. 

**

You dived into a clothes rack and tried to catch your breath. Things were not going as planned—you had not planned on running through Macy’s trying to hide from the Tracksuit Mafia. Ivan was supposed to be alone—an easy target. But when you separated him from the crowd, a knife pressed to his back, you were blindsided by the rest of his gang. You had barely been able to escape—running into Macy’s to evade them.

“Gotcha!” 

Ivan’s hand reached into the clothes rack, but you were too quick. You grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm behind his back as you jumped out of your hiding spot. 

“What the hell happened to your hand?” You twisted his arm further as you looked at the round wound in the middle of his palm. 

“Fuckin’ arrows,” he spat. 

“Arrows?” You ducked just as one whizzed past your head and landed at the feet of another Tracksuit approaching. Orange goo gushed out of the arrow and cemented his feet to the floor. 

“What the fuck?” You whipped around and caught a glimpse of a young woman dressed in purple and black running away. 

“Sorry!” She yelled over her shoulder.

While still staring after the dark-haired woman, you powered on your taser bracelet and gave a quick shot to the back of your victim’s neck, knocking him out. 

“I wouldn’t stick around here if I were you.” 

You turned back around, on your feet, ready to attack. 

Clint bent over and retrieved the trick arrow off the ground. 

“Clint? What are you doing here?” You relaxed your posture. 

You had only met Clint Barton a couple of times. Nat, your late best friend, liked to keep her Avenger life separate from her friendship with you, but Clint had been the one exception. 

“Disappointing my family. You?” 

You followed him as he jogged away. 

“I was trying to get these assholes off my back. Care to help?” 

“I’m a bit busy with my own thing right now,” Clint fired an arrow up to the level above them, setting off a cloud of smoke. “I suggest you get out of here before that wears off, and they can see again.”

“Wait, do you know who they’re working for?” 

“No idea–German, I think.” 

You threw your arms up in frustration as Clint leaped over the railing and left you alone. 

You looked around, smiling sheepishly at the stunned patrons. You were in the clear right now–you looked over the railing; the lower level was empty too. You started to turn around but did a double-take when you heard a familiar voice from down below. 

Was that–? 

“Shit!” Your thought was cut off when your feet were swept from underneath you. You rolled out of the way as one of the Tracksuits aimed his foot at your face. 

You scrambled to your feet, ducking behind one of the perfume counters. “Excuse me, sorry!” You pushed the employees out of the way as you ran, throwing expensive glass bottles at the assailants behind you. 

**

“Are you sure this is the one?” 

“Yes!” Nicki nudged Bucky’s elbow. 

He looked over the bright yellow, floral handbag one more time before reluctantly handing over his debit card. 

“Trust me, she’s gonna love it.” Nicki looked up to the floor above them. “I think something is going on up there.” 

Bucky followed her gaze; there was a weird cloud of smoke and–was that Clint Barton? 

He watched Clint run out of the store with a young woman and then looked back to the second level. He couldn’t see anything, but he could hear people yelling and glass shattering. 

“We need to go,” Bucky grabbed the gift bag from the saleswoman and pulled Nicki out of the store. 

He searched the streets for Clint, but he was already gone. 

“Is everything okay?” Nicki barely got the words out before Bucky was shoving her into a cab.

“Yeah,” Bucky said, distracted as he dialed your number. 

“Um, okay—are you getting in?” 

Bucky shut the door, barely looking at her as she stuck her head out the window.  “No—thanks for your help, though.” 

Come on, pick up, pick up. 

Dammit, doll, where are you?

Bucky kept calling, walking as fast as he could back toward home. 

**

You slid down the escalator and ran toward an emergency exit as fast as possible.

How many of these assholes are there?!

For every Tracksuit you took down, two more took his place. Three of them were on your heels—you needed to lose them outside.

Can I get into a cab before they catch up to me?

You turned over your shoulder—there were five of them now—you had no choice but to keep running. You pushed through the emergency exit, setting off the alarm, and ran around the building toward the street. You skidded to a stop in front of a shiny black motorcycle, the keys and helmet sitting on the seat as if left there just for you. 

Another lucky break, I must have a guardian angel. 

You stuffed the helmet over your curly hair and took off, leaving the Tracksuits behind. You abandoned the bike a few blocks away and hailed a cab. 

You sat in the stiff seat–exhausted, and pulled out your vibrating phone. Bucky had already called six times. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear my phone,” you sighed, already dreading the panic you knew you would hear in his voice. 

“Are you okay?” Bucky tried not to sound as exasperated as he felt. 

“Yes, I’m on my way home. What’s wrong?” 

“I saw Clint today. At Macy’s—he was fighting someone.” 

“Oh?” You bit your lip. 

“Yeah, I just needed to know where you were.” 

“All good, no excitement on my end.” you felt a trickle of blood on your cheek and cursed under your breath. 

“Thank god, I’ll see you soon.” 

You hung up and pulled your compact out of your purse–your face was a mess. You’d have to explain the cut on your cheek, and as you relaxed into the seat and felt how sore you were, you knew there would be bruises to explain. 

You needed to be more careful.

**

Excited to show you the dinner he had prepared, Bucky opened the door before you even knocked. 

His face dropped when he saw you. “What happened?” Bucky pulled you into the kitchen to look at you better. His eyes were wide as he examined your cuts and bruises.

“I um–” you fumbled, trying to find an excuse he would accept. “I wasn’t paying attention, and I fell in the subway station. It’s not a big deal.” 

Bucky took a deep breath, he looked like he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it and led you into the bathroom. 

“Wait!” You cringed when Bucky opened the cabinet to get the first aid kit. 

He stood up and turned around slowly with your bottle of vodka in his hand. 

“Doll–”

“Don’t make a big deal out of this; it’s nothing.” 

“Nothing? Look at you!”

You frowned and looked at your reflection in the mirror. 

Oh. 

That’s why he bought the excuse so quickly. He thinks I’m a drunk. 

“Did you think I hadn’t noticed? Your hands shaking? The smell of alcohol on your breath? Did you even go Christmas shopping, or were you out drinking?” 

Bucky opened the bottle and poured it down the bathroom sink.

Your face flushed as you watched him—you were too mortified to do or say anything. How had you forgotten to get him a gift? 

“Doll–you’ve got to stop this. It’s not healthy.” 

Embarrassment quickly turned to rage, and you pushed him away when he tried to touch you. “Nothing is wrong with me!” 

“I didn’t say that–” Bucky followed you back to the kitchen. 

“Yes, you did. You don’t get to tell me what to do, Barnes!” You grabbed his backpack and scarf. 

“What are you doing?” 

You shoved the bag into his hands. “Leave.” 

“What?” Bucky scoffed. “I’m not leaving.” He stood still as you opened the apartment door. “I’m just trying to protect you!” 

You rolled your eyes. “God, you sound just like Stephan. I don’t need your protection. Please–I just need some space.”

Bucky shut down completely, stalking past you and slamming the door without saying anything else. 

He heard you lock the door behind him and his fist clenched. He was about to leave the building when Nicki’s door opened, her head popping out. 

“Everything okay?” 

Bucky gave her the best smile he could muster. “Great.” 

Nicki stood in her doorway, eyeing him. “You know I can hear through these walls, right?” 

Bucky nodded and avoided her eyes. “Sorry.” He started to walk toward the elevators. 

“You could hang out here until she cools down–if you want.” 

Bucky didn’t think about it; he nodded his head and went in. He would rather wait next door than wander around in the cold New York streets. 

**

You sank into the warm water of your bath and sighed. Your body was sore, and your mind was racing. With no more alcohol left in the apartment, you had taken a Xanax, and it was finally starting to kick in. 

Maybe I was too hard on him. 

Balancing everything was clearly not working. The only reason you were keeping secrets from him was to make him happy. Yet, you had spent most of the past 24 hours fighting. 

Stephan was so easy to distract. I could give Bucky the best sex of his life and he’d be back to quizzing me right after. Why can’t he just be oblivious like most men?

You closed your eyes and let the pill relax you from head to toe. 

I just need to do better; wrap this up. Clint said the boss was German…

Your thoughts started to get jumbled as your eyelids got heavy. Bucky’s hurt face took a front seat. 

I’ll apologize after a nap. Everything is better after a nap.

**

Bucky sat on Nicki’s couch, fidgeting, waiting for you to call. 

Growing frustrated with Bucky staring at his phone, Nicki cleared her throat and moved closer to him. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

Bucky shrugged. “We’ve never had a fight like this before. Should I just go back? Should I call her? It’s been an hour! Waiting seems like the wrong move.” 

“It’s just your first fight; it’s not a big deal. Give her space—you’re welcome to stay here as long as you want.” 

Bucky looked back at his phone. “I was just trying to help her, but maybe I was too nosy.” 

Bucky didn’t know how much Nicki had heard, but he didn’t want to give her too many details. He hated seeing you struggle, but he hated you being angry with him just as much, maybe more. 

“How about some wine?” Nicki didn’t wait for an answer, quickly hopping up to grab a bottle and glasses. 

“I’m gonna go; I can’t just keep sitting here.” 

Bucky abruptly stood up and left just as you opened his apartment door. 

“Doll–I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” 

“So sorry that the first place you go when I kick you out is her apartment?” You rolled your eyes and tried to shut the door on him. 

Bucky forced his way in and followed you into the living room. He grabbed your waist, pulling you down with him as he sat in the living room chair. 

“You’re being ridiculous,” he muttered in your ear. “I love you, and I’m sorry.” 

You crossed your arms but didn’t get out of his lap. 

He pulled you closer against his chest, one hand roaming over your thigh. “You know I just don’t like seeing you in pain. I want you to be happy. I want to be there to get rid of anything that makes you unhappy, to kiss all your wounds and put a smile on your pretty face.” 

You turned around, resting your forehead against his. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’m sorry I said you were like Stephan. You’re nothing like him, and I love you so much.”

“I know, doll. I know.” 

“Can I make it up to you?”

Bucky gently pushed your lips away from his neck and held your face in his hands. “You don’t need to make anything up. But, we will be late for the Christmas lights tour if we don’t leave now.” 

“Okay,” you gave him a quick kiss on the nose before jumping up to find your shoes. “Ready?” 

“Yeah,” Bucky smiled and led you out the door. 

Bucky relaxed, happy that you weren't mad at him anymore. Maybe you didn’t have a problem–perhaps he was just being too overprotective. He trusted you to make smart decisions–he just needed to leave it alone.

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CHAPTER 22 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit Chapters Tags/Warnings: Apologies, make up, rivalry, slight angst (for all tags and overall summary, please see series masterpost!)

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Steve knows the story, of course. Or, at least, the story that had been fed to the world. RJ Nakajima was a star in the making and all eyes were on him to pave the way for Japanese hockey players. He was beloved by just about everyone, a strong candidate for the Lady Byng trophy, in Steve’s opinion. What Bucky’s saying just doesn’t make sense. “The brain injury —”

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Steve knows the story, of course. Or, at least, the story that had been fed to the world. RJ Nakajima was a star in the making and all eyes were on him to pave the way for Japanese hockey players. He was beloved by just about everyone, a strong candidate for the Lady Byng trophy, in Steve’s opinion.

What Bucky’s saying just doesn’t make sense.

“The brain injury —”

“It wasn’t practice,” Bucky interrupts, his voice just a croak as he buries his face in his hands looking entirely like he wants the couch to swallow him whole. “It wasn’t a stray puck at practice, it was after practice. In the locker room, we — it was just supposed to be teasing but —”

The way Bucky trembles brings Steve to his knees. Literally. He crouches in front of Bucky instantly, arms inching out as if approaching a scared animal, slow and comforting.

“It’s okay,” Steve says, trying his best to console Bucky when the story hasn’t even started yet. He’s seen this before, during the very rare moments that Bucky talks about the accident or his recovery. Things he’s spent a lot of time and energy to forget.

Bucky shakes his head violently. “It’s not! It’s not okay, it’s — they said — they said they were gonna make him clean the shower ‘cause we lost that game. That was his punishment, had to scrub it from top to bottom. An’ I thought well that ain’t so bad. So Brock hands me this stuff, this soap to get out the guck or whatever, and tells me to get started for him. I… I thought I was helping.”

“You always wanna help, Buck,” Steve agrees softly. The image in his mind is slowly forming as Bucky tells this story and Steve is afraid he knows how it ends up.

“It just — it wasn’t bad, y’know? Compared to some of the other stuff,” Bucky tried to reason. “I thought we were gettin’ off easy, so I just — I just took it. I shut my mouth and just started, and then Rollins tells me that Brock’s waiting for me outside so I’m goin’ and… And it all happened so fast — he just slipped and it’s my fault —”

Steve is hanging onto Bucky’s every word, but he watches Bucky’s expression become less frantic and more…zoned out.

“Okay, okay,” Steve rushes, stepping in. “That’s enough for tonight.”

Bucky looks at Steve with an unreadable look. It scares Steve, because he’s always able to read Bucky like an open book.

“Today was a lot, alright?” Stve reassures him, hands rubbing up and down Bucky’s arms. “We can talk some more later. Tomorrow. It’s late now, we should get to bed.”

Bucky’s eyes follow Steve when he stands up, blinking, observing, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Steve’s stomach twists at the obvious apprehension. Is that what Bucky’s used to? Simply waiting for the punchline, waiting to see if he was the punchline?

It gets Steve riled up all over again but he shoves it all down, making sure it doesn’t bubble to the surface.

“C’mon,” he says softly, hand out for Bucky.

It feels like a win when Bucky takes it, even though it feels like he’s leading a lost soul.

Bucky

As soon as Steve says they can go to bed, he resolutely keeps his mouth shut. He clamps his jaw so hard he practically obliterates his molars.

Steve knows enough — the important parts like the fact that Bucky is responsible for the tragedy of RJ’s injury and yet he hasn’t kicked Bucky out of his place yet.

Why? He isn’t quite sure, but he’s certainly not going to test his luck. He lays his pants and jacket over the back of the stool at the foot of the bed and silently makes his way to the right side — to what has become his side of the bed.

He can’t bring himself to face Steve, feeling too caught up in the whirlwind of his mind. Even in the dark, he feels exposed. The room falls into silence — he can feel Steve’s breathing slow, even as his own heartbeat keeps thundering.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

Steve kisses the back of his neck. “Nothin’ to be sorry for, Buck. Try to get some sleep, and we won’t bring it up again until you’re ready.”

If only Steve knew just how wrong he was.

🏒🏒

The media shitstorm that follows is unprecedented.

Bucky’s no stranger to bad press — that’s part of what landed him in Dallas, after all. But this? This was a wildfire.

“Peter Parker, 18-year-old left winger of the Boston Bruins has alleged harassment and assault from other players and from management. A meeting with the Board of Governors will be set in the coming days, but the allegations have already started causing tension within the Bruins organization…”

“Bucky?” Steve asks, his hand on Bucky’s trembling elbow. “Bucky, it’s gonna be alright, okay? Everything’s gonna be okay.”

Except the words sound warbled, like his head is underwater. He can’t process anything else, his eyes glued to his phone as the words of Jasper’s message sink in.

[Text Messages from Sitwell: James, pick up your phone! Stop avoiding my calls. This is bad. WORSE than bad, James! Call me! NOW!]

There are 12 missed calls from his agent, each one like a rock sinking to the bottom of his stomach. His first instinct was to chuck his phone straight out the window like the cursed item it was right now.

“Everything is not fucking okay, Steve!” He snaps, after Steve’s third or thirtieth time trying to reassure him.

“We’ll figure this out,” Steve offers again and Bucky — god help him, he loves Steve, but he WILL throw Steve out the window right after his phone.

But it’s not Steve’s career on the line. It’s not Steve’s agent calling him to team him out.

It’s not Steve’s name or his former team trending on Twitter.

He scrubs his hands over his face, heart racing as he calls Sitwell back.

The fact that the first ring doesn’t even finish before Jasper picks up says a lot about the amount of shit he’s in.

“Barnes! Who the hell did you tell!”

“No one,” Bucky says, even if it’s a small lie. He only told Steve recently, that doesn’t count, surely.

“Don’t lie to me, Barnes. Your big fat mouth went shooting off to someone, and we’re about to face an absolute media. Do you know what’s being said about you already!”

Bucky’s whole body saga forward as he rests his head in his free hand. Despite the phone being to his ear, he knows Steve can hear both sides of the conversation perfectly fine, speakerphone or not.

Steve crosses his arms, glaring in Bucky’s direction, which he knows is intended for the phone in his hand, but still. It makes Bucky want to wither up and die.

“Do you?!” Jasper snaps again when he doesn’t answer.

“No,” he says through gritted teeth. “You told me never to look myself up online, remember?” The venom in his voice drips, and he doesn’t bother to hide it.

“Well maybe you SHOULD. You might as well kiss your career goodbye, James, unless I can work some sort of miracle.”

There it is, one of Bucky’s worst nightmares. He always dreamed of playing in the league until he couldn’t — until his body fell apart or until the sport ceased to exist, whichever came first.

He knows that this means Jasper has to see what kind of deals can be made, has to talk to Dallas, if they still want him though he doubts it.

“Stay close to your phone,” he instructs before hanging up, leaving Bucky at a loss.

“Your agent is a piece of shit,” Steve states as soon as Bucky pulls the phone away from his ear.

Bucky doesn’t have the energy to agree or disagree. Sure, Jasper was… A little rough around the edges, but he was still the person that got him here.

“Even still, he’s the reason I have a career,” Bucky says after a while.

“No,” Steve refutes. “You’re the reason you have a career, Bucky. Jesus.”

Bucky sinks into the couch again. He doesn’t really want to argue with Steve — he doesn’t even want to talk to anybody right now — so he just covers his face with a throw cushion.

“Look, you’re too close to this —”

“Obviously —”

“I’m not finished,” Steve interrupts. “What I’m saying is, from the outside looking in? It’s obvious to me that you’re not behind any of this. Not with Boston, not with RJ.”

“You don’t understand!” Bucky hollers, the last of the threads holding him together snapping. “All I do is get the people around me hurt! I’m nothing but —”

He chokes on his breath in his hysteria and turns to leave.

“Bucky, come on! Where’re you —”

“Just leave me alone, Rogers!”

Steve

The icy tone of Bucky’s voice is enough to make him freeze. He knows that Bucky doesn’t mean it — not like that. Nonetheless, it hurts. It means that Steve isn’t helping — that he doesn’t know how to.

He tries to put himself in Bucky’s shoes — spending so much time trying to figure things out on his own, having no one in his corner and now he’s benched until further notice just when he’d found his footing.

Chasing Bucky isn’t going to solve anything right now, he doesn’t think. He needs to find a solution. He has to figure out what’s actually going to help Bucky and not make him feel cornered and helpless. There’s only one person he can think of, but even then, he’ll need help outside of her as well.

She picks up after just the second ring. “Natasha Romanoff speaking.”

“I need help,” Steve pleads, wasting no time.

“I was expecting your call.”

🏒🏒

January 18, 2014

The changing room is infinitely quieter without Bucky there. Or maybe it’s because they’re all wondering the same thing: how far deep does it go? Ever since Bucky told Steve the real story, he understands why Bucky’s so shaken up. Being implicated in a career-ending injury is never an easy thing.

He’s not sure if Bucky asked for the time away or if Fury is benching him until the press dies down. Either way, it wasn’t fair and he could tell the rest of the team felt the same. It doesn’t feel right to leave Bucky behind while they traveled to Minnesota.

He’s not sure what else he can do. Hell, he’s not even sure if what he had done was okay, but it’s not like he could ask Bucky and Natasha was sort of the cavalry. He has to hope that Natasha can get through to him. Normally, he wouldn’t have a doubt; Natasha is by far one of the strongest people he’s met, in the best way possible. She’s the type of person that Bucky would want (and need) in his corner.

But he also knows Bucky. After news broke of the investigation into the Boston Bruins, Bucky had become an impenetrable fortress. The walls that Steve had worked so hard to break down came back tenfold, and it hurt to be pushed away but he knows Bucky wouldn’t be doing it if it weren’t so devastating on him right now. Some days, he’s worried if Bucky is taking care of himself. His texts to Bucky are always the same – that he’s there. That he wants to help. Bucky usually doesn’t respond to those. Sometimes, he asks Bucky if he’s eaten, and gets a “yes” in return which he supposes is better than nothing.

Everyone's a little distracted, and even Coulson’s stern in-between periods aren’t enough to pull them out of it. No team ever wants to go into overtime. Even worse, no team ever wants to lose in overtime, but here they are.

From the hotel room, he calls Bucky, half-expecting to reach his voicemail.

“Hey, Steve.”

He nearly drops his phone at the surprise of Bucky picking up. It takes an extra second for him to start speaking. “Bucky, hey. How are you —” he stops himself from asking, because it’s a stupid question. “Are you alright?”

Silence.

“Yeah.”

“Did you um — did Nat call you?” Steve asks nervously.

“… Yeah.”

Steve feels like he’s about to burst. He wants to ask Bucky what they talked about, if she was going to sign on as his new agent, if he agreed, if she —

“She offered to be my agent.”

Steve’s entire body sags in relief into the hotel bed. “That’s great, Buck.”

“I didn’t take her up on her offer.”

“What?! Why?!”

“Because I don’t need any fucking favours, Steve! Just stop already, I know you’re trying to help but it’s not helping!”

He closes his eyes and takes a breath away from the phone. Yes, he wants to shake Bucky by the shoulders, but he tries to remember how Bucky is feeling, how Bucky normally copes, what he’s seen from Bucky in their short time together. He could yell at Bucky to open his eyes. But it would accomplish nothing.

“Okay,” he says instead. “Okay, yeah, right. I’m sorry, Buck. I know I shouldn’t be… Pushing you. I didn’t mean to.”

The last part is a little bit of a lie, but he really does intend to switch gears for Bucky’s sake.

“… Thank you.”

There’s another beat of stilted silence before Bucky breaks it. “Sorry about the loss.”

It’s not Bucky’s usual stream of commentary, but Steve will take what he can get.

“If only I had you here.” Not “we”, the team. Just me.

“Eh. I’ll see you when you get back?”

Steve sees it for what it is: an invitation, Bucky slowly opening back up, poking his head out of his shell. “I’d love that, Buck. I miss you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I know you need some time for yourself. As long as you come back to me,” he sort-of (not really) jokes.

“Always,” Bucky replies with all the conviction in the world. Steve believes it. That’s enough for him.

“Okay” Steve forces himself to agree. “Okay, that’s all I ask.”

“That was a dirty hit on birdbrain in the second,” Bucky says abruptly.

Steve recognizes the change in topic when he sees one, so he tells Bucky that Clint is fine and crawls into bed. They talk about nothing important, one or another or Bucky’s shows, until Steve’s eyes slip shut and his sentences start to become nonsense.

“I love you, Steve.”

🏒🏒

January 20, 2014

They travel from Minnesota straight to Nashville, as if the universe could tell that Steve was just dying to get home to Bucky. Each day that passes by where he’s not home feels like shards of glass sinking into his skin. He can’t get it out of his head, no matter how hard he tries. Bucky’s pain is his pain, too.

After their close loss to Minnesota, losing 4 to 1 in Nashville feels even worse. It’s frustrating, like Steve can’t get any part of his life in order and the team can feel it too. Maybe it’s their own frustrations, maybe it’s just bad luck, but Steve feels like it’s his fault, being so wrapped up in Bucky’s worries that he’s letting his team down too. The group chat has also been mysteriously quiet, Bucky being a loud contributor to it. After the brutal loss, Coulson looks like he wants to say something, but Steve’s face must’ve shown him something because he purses his lips and claps Steve’s shoulder telling him to rest up on the flight home.

When they finally land in Dallas, he makes a beeline for Bucky’s apartment, all of his gear in tow having come straight from the flight.

“Bucky –”

Bucky’s suddenly kissing him, urgently and greedily with his hands on either side of Steve’s face. He sheds his clothes as Bucky brings him inside, his hands grasping at any part of Bucky he can reach after craving the touch for so long.

They’re okay. They’re okay.

Even though Steve knew that they were still together, that the little spat wasn’t really anything to worry about, he never realized how much he needed the reassurance.

“Missed you,” Bucky whispers, soft and apologetic.

“Missed you too, Buck,” Steve responds, forgiving, and everything settles around them again.

“I thought about it,” Bucky says, taking Steve’s hand and bringing them to the couch. “I’m going to call Natasha back… Meet her in person to discuss.”

“That’s great, Buck,” he encourages, without sounding too enthusiastic. This is all Bucky’s decision, he just needs to support whatever he chooses.

“Be there with me?” he asks, arms wrapped around Steve’s neck, eyes wide and pleading.

As if Steve could ever say no. “Of course.”

Bucky nods, closing the conversation on that and nudges Steve to take a seat.

“You feel okay?” He asks, hands gently rubbing over Steve’s left side where he’d taken a slapshot to the ribs last game.

Steve tries not to grimace, but Bucky sees right through him anyway. The same way Steve can see through Bucky most of the time.

It’s a wordless exchange as Bucky tugs Steve’s shirt off to inspect it. It’s a habit for both of them. They have a team of experts, doctors and therapists but they need to see with their own eyes. The beginnings of a bruise are there, but it doesn’t look terrible yet. Still, Bucky looks at it with a sadness far too great and Steve is about to reassure him when Bucky squeezes his hand.

“C’mon,” Bucky says softly, gently tugging Steve up again. He’s led to the bedroom where Bucky first helps him relax — stripping Steve down and making him lay down to massage his muscles with dedication and attention that’s almost overwhelming. When Bucky digs his fingers in, he follows them with a kiss.

Steve shifts underneath him and he can feel the weight of Bucky as he’s being straddled. He wants — he wants Bucky so badly and yet Bucky keeps him pressed to the mattress, forcing him to loosen his body and rest his mind.

“Shhh, just close your eyes,” Bucky whispers, fingers lightening until the pressure is barely there.

He does just that and falls asleep.

When he wakes, Bucky’s got an arm slung lazily over his waist. Even though Bucky hasn’t been to practice, it’s hard to break their sleeping schedules and soon enough, Bucky’s awake too.

He eventually remembers that they’re meeting with Natasha today and tries not to be too visibly relieved. Instead, he busies himself with keeping them both bundled up in bed and blissfully just enjoying each other’s company, even if it was in mostly silence. Just a bit of peace before they get ready to meet with her over coffee in a couple of hours.

Steve’s nervous. He’s probably just as nervous as Bucky is, which he knows he doesn’t have any right to be, but he really doesn’t know what else to do if Natasha can’t help them.

He takes Bucky’s hands in his to stop the fidgeting. “If anyone has answers, it’s Natasha.”

Bucky nods, quiet. He’s gotten a lot more reserved, and Steve can’t blame him, but it does nothing to calm his own nerves.

He’s grateful when Natasha arrives at his apartment and lets her in. Just her air of professionalism pulls them together enough.

“James,” she greets, extending her hand. “It’s good to meet you.”

Bucky takes the offered handshake and clears his throat. “Good to meet you too.”

“Shall we?” Natasha asks, getting right to business. It’s probably for the best.

Steve occupies himself with making coffee for them, while music plays quietly in the kitchen, trying his best not to eavesdrop. He takes his time, letting their soft mumbling carry on.

When he comes back with their coffees, Bucky has some papers in hand, biting his lip as he reads.

“Thank you,” Natasha says, accepting her drink before he turns back to Bucky. “You don’t have to give me an answer now. You’re welcome to take your time and read it over, but your contract with Jasper Sitwell is terminated. You can still play, even without an agent, but you and I both know it’s not recommended.”

“What about the investigation?” Bucky asks.

“You’re not officially implicated,” Natasha reminds him.

“But I will be.”

“You don’t know that,” Steve chastises gently.

“If it gets to that, I recommend you comply,” Natasha answers with a shrug, sipping her coffee. “You don’t have anything to hide, the investigation is centered on management and Parker right now. They’ll likely reach you at some point if it gets any deeper, but nobody’s pressing charges yet so the investigation is purely for information. It’ll be up to Parker to press charges if anything is going to happen, and you aren’t involved in any way.”

“But… Nakajima? There’s a chance he comes forward.”

“Maybe," Natasha says, shrugging again. “Nobody’s heard from him. If he decides to press charges later, you can deal with it later. We’ll deal with it then, if you’d like.”

Bucky takes a deep breath and exhales. “Thank you.”

With a shake of her hair, she stands and puts her sunglasses back on to depart. “You know how to reach me.”

Bucky

January 21, 2014

"Our investigators are almost done with the players. We’ve gotten full cooperation so far," Daly said during an interview Tuesday on Sportsnet 650's Halford & Brough."

"There are some additional witnesses that our investigators want to follow up with," Daly added. "So, we’re not at the end of that road yet, but we’ve been making material progress on a consistent basis.”

He feels guilt and shame burning in his bloodstream as he catches bits and pieces of the news even without meaning to. It’s just hit noon, which means Steve will be finishing up his morning practice soon while Bucky’s stuck at home. Again. He wants to be on the ice so badly it consumes him.

His fingers hover over the call button over Natasha’s contact, not for the first time.

“This is Natasha.”

“Hi, Natasha... It’s Bucky. Uh, Barnes?”

“You are, indeed, the only Bucky I know, Barnes. Have you read over our terms?”

“Yeah,” Bucky says, gripping his phone tightly. “Yeah, I did. If you haven’t changed your mind, I’d, uh, I’d really like it if you'd be my agent.”

“Consider it done, James,” Natasha says smoothly without hesitation, the smile in her voice evident. “Let’s meet up later this afternoon and make it official.”

“Can I play tonight?” Bucky asks, hands itching to wrap around a hockey stick again, legs burning with the desire to skate.

“You sure can,” she says cheerfully. “I’m quick to get things done, James. We’ll have you set up before you know it.”

“The investigation continues into General Manager Schmidt and former General Manager Pierce as former Bruins players come forward following the allegations of harassment, assault, and unethical management.

"At this time, four unnamed individuals have decided to reach out to current deputy commissioner and chief legal officer, Daly.”

“AYYYYY, LOOK WHO IT IS!” Clint exclaims when Bucky walks into the changing room for the first time in a week and a half. He’s missed this. He’s missed his family.

“Hey, guys.” Bucky’s smile is a little uneasy, but when Clint wraps an arm around his shoulders to drag him to their stalls, everything feels like it might just be okay.

Coulson reads the starting line-up and everything seems normal, for a moment. They redeem themselves from the overtime loss in Minnesota just three days prior.

Bucky gets a goal, as does Steve, and they get Dugan his first shutout of the new year.

“Good playin’ out there, son,” Dugan says, obnoxiously petting his helmet all the way off the ice. For the first time in days, he manages to laugh.

RJ Nakajima, the 19-year-old forward who was drafted 34th overall, was put on injury reserves after just one season with Boston due to a severe brain injury. While Nakajima has made a full recovery, he was unable to return and announced his premature retirement just a year later.

Sources say that players were involved in the accident that caused Nakajima’s injury when it was previously thought to be an unfortunate slapshot at practice.

Both RJ and his father, Yori Nakajima, declined to comment.”

“What do I do?” He asks Natasha, a little terrified of the answer.

“Have you received a call from the commissioner?”

“Not yet,” Bucky admits, though he knows it’s coming.

“When you get the call, if you get the call, agree to a meeting and comply with their investigation. Ask if you’re going to be recorded and if you should have a lawyer present. Most likely the answer will be that you should, just in case.”

“A lawyer?” Bucky asks, even though it makes complete sense. He just hadn’t planned that far.

“I’ll take care of it, James. You’ll just need to tell me the date and time you set up, if it comes to that.”

“Right… Right, okay.”

“Remember: if. That’s the key word here.”

Bucky prepares himself for the worst of it. For RJ Nakajima to come forward about how Bucky had a hand in all of it, how he was the one that was directly responsible for the hazard in the first place. He doesn’t blame RJ, not at all.

It’s time that he stops running though. Maybe he should’ve put a stop to all of this from the very beginning but Brock had been so… Reassuring? Adamant that Bucky stayed quiet. He’d assured Bucky that he wasn’t to blame, that it was just a freak accident and somewhere between his fear and his guilt, he had accepted this. He shouldn’t have, and he knows that now.

If RJ wanted to take anything from Bucky, he would give it freely. If this was the end of hockey for him, so be it. If Steve wanted nothing to do with him after this, then that was what Bucky deserved.

January 23, 2014

Ever since Bucky had, in some sense, already accepted the worst scenarios, it became easier to get through the day. All of that panic, that rage, that pent up guilt starts to bleed into his hockey instead, which he can’t say is really good or bad.

He finishes his checks, he fights in the corners. Even his slapshot has gotten harder and wilder. He’s not quite a loose cannon, but he’s close — he heard Coulson say those exact words to Fury, but he can’t help it. It’s either this, letting the fear subside and simmer underneath as if waiting to unleash itself, or he spends all his energy on worrying.

They beat the Maple Leafs 7 to 1 yet even that doesn’t make Bucky feel any better.

When they get home, Steve is over the moon about the win and they celebrate thoroughly — he blows Steve in the shower, but when Steve tries to return the favour, he feigns exhaustion.

The commissioner doesn’t call him.

January 25, 2014

Pittsburgh is the next to arrive, and while they’re one of the strongest teams in the league, Bucky doesn’t feel anything when they’re about to face off. The jitters simply don’t appear, probably because the anxiety is being used up, he thinks.

“You are okay?” Val asks him as he’s taping his stick.

“Yeah,” Bucky replies. “I think so.”

“Good,” he returns with a smile – one that’s missing a front tooth. “Good to have you, stupid when we not have you.”

Bucky smiles at him. “Thank you, friend.”

“Welcome back, brother,” Val says, clapping him on the back.

Dugan gets his second shutout of the year, and the team goes out to celebrate their 3 to 0 win over one of the hottest NHL teams right now. Bucky declines politely and nobody pushes, but he can’t deny the pang of sadness when he and Steve head home.

“You should’ve gone with them,” Bucky says as they leave the parking lot. “I could’ve —”

“Buck, I love you, but you’re ridiculous,” Steve interrupts. “I know you’re strong and you can handle it on your own, but I’d really like to be there f — with you. Not for you, with you.”

Bucky just nods, even if Steve has no idea just how wrong he is. Strong is the last word he’d use to describe himself.

The commissioner doesn’t call.

He’s not sure how much more of it he can take, the constant tightness in his stomach — a nausea that rocks back and forth within him like he’s at sea on choppy waters. By now, he almost wishes he’d get the call just to get it over with.

“In light of recent news drawing attention to the Boston Bruins management, I decided I wanted to tell my story before it gets twisted around.

I want to be very clear: I do not blame James Barnes for what happened to me. It was the management that failed me. It was management that failed Peter Parker. And, it was management that failed James Barnes.

What happened to me was terrible. I won’t ever be able to think of it otherwise. It took me time to reconcile, but while I appreciate everyone’s concern, I want you all to know that I am fine. I made a full recovery, and I pursued my education. I graduated summa cum laude and will be starting as a consultant with a wonderful company soon.

Do I miss hockey? Yes. I will maybe always miss hockey as it was my first passion, but rest assured, I have found many others.

The end of my career was not the end of my life, merely a chapter. I am grateful for all the support, kind messages and opportunities I have received since. Thank you to my dad, who has never left my side. Thank you to my incredible healthcare team for helping with my recovery. And thank you to James Barnes, who visited me every day in the hospital even when he did not think I would know.

I came forward because I thought I was alone, but now I know that I am not. I came forward because I want Peter Parker to know he’s not alone. I know that more stories will come out, which means the truth will come out too.

With all this being said: the incident is behind me, and I would like to keep it there after I share my story. Thank you for listening.”

Steve

He switches between reading RJ’s post and looking at Bucky, who’s been sitting so still for the past few minutes that Steve’s tempted to check for a pulse.

Let him process, he reminds himself.

The post is… good. The post is really good. Steve thought Bucky would be jumping up and down with relief or joy but Bucky looks like he’s seen a ghost.

“Buck? Sweetheart, are you okay?” He asks, hand resting on Bucky’s lower back.

“I don’t…” Bucky starts before trailing off. He adjusts the grip on his phone, scrolling to the top of the post and reading it for what seems like the hundredth time.

“This is a good post, Buck. See? He doesn’t blame you.”

“But… Why?” Bucky asks, with a genuine look of confusion on his face.

Steve is having a hard time following Bucky’s thoughts. He thought this would put Bucky’s mind at ease, not put… this sort of devastated look on Bucky’s face. “Because it wasn’t your fault?”

Bucky finally lowers his phone, lifting his head as if Steve proposed some far-fetched concept.

“Ooooo-kay… How about…” Steve looks around his apartment for something to take Bucky’s mind off of things.

“S’okay, Steve,” Bucky mutters. “You don’t — I just… Need to think.”

“Okay, okay,” Steve placates. “Can we — together?”

“What?”

“Think. Together,” Steve explains (poorly). “Well, no. Separately, but together.”

Bucky’s bubble of laughter catches both of them by surprise. “Yeah, alright. Weirdo.”

Steve sits next to Bucky on the couch — way too close, and way too vigorously, jostling Bucky into the cushion and armrest as they laugh and laugh and laugh. With Bucky’s shoulders shaking against his, he can’t help but join in with the hysteric giggling because it feels like something.

Something like a fresh bloom after watching a flower wilt, like a butterfly emerging from its own cocoon. The tears in Bucky’s eyes this time aren’t born from anxiety.

Peter Parker presses charges against Boston Bruins management and current players Rumlow and Rollins. Schmidt, who has been on paid leave for the duration of the investigation, will be stepping down as General Manager.

#bucky barnes #stucky #stucky fanfic #stucky fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #bucky barnes au #hey now you're an all star #hotbuckysummer2023 #HBS Week 10

[bbyboybucket]

1, 3, 13, 18, & 24 for the ask game 😁

1. I write in default but I don’t think the notes app has fonts to chose from actually 😭

3. I don’t really have a ritual 😭 but if we’re talking about cursed ways to write, there’s been 10000 times where I’ve been driving and I’ll have an idea for whatever I’m writing so I’ll just pull my phone out and start typing out like an entire scene or chunk of dialogue. No, I do not wait till I pull over. I think it’s self explanatory why this is so bad.

13. I feel like missions and action scenes are my hardest area. I’m not very good at coming up with them nor describing them, so I try to avoid it. I actually have a genius fic idea that I wanna write but I prolly never will bc it’d require all that mission stuff. Maybe I’m just bad at it because I have no experience, since most of my fics are mundane, random, little life moments rather than actual stories with plots lmao.

18. Honestly I had a hard time picking a passage bc most of my fics are so old that I don’t remember writing them or I straight up just think they’re cringe now 😭 so basically I just chose one from the last thing I wrote

Nakajima didn’t get the joy of having more holidays with his family. Collins didn’t get another Christmas. Weaver, Hudson, Gannod, Hauser, Whitaker; not a single one of them saw the light of Christmas morning again. The nameless faces didn’t either. They all got nothing ever again and their last breathes were filled with terror as his own merciless form stood before them. Bucky had no right to complain as his heart was still beating, his windpipe wasn’t crushed nor was his brain matter splattered on the walls.

The reason I chose this one is because I spent soooooo long looking, like literally scouring the whole internet, for a clear picture of Bucky’s notebook so I could use the actual last names written. The paragraph itself was nothing special and mainly just to play up his guilt some more, but the process of finding those names in his book was weirdly difficult. Like I swear it took me over 20 minutes.

24. My prep work is the bare minimum. I’ll have an idea for dialogue or a prompt and I’ll write it down, then I’ll make a really really shitty outline. Honestly idek if what I do qualifies as an outline. But then 99% of the time I won’t even end up following it.

#thanks for asking boo #ask game #asks

[currentlyonstandbi]

thinkin about the fact Bucky’s gonna have to tell Yori the truth about his son next episode

#don't look at me i do not want to be perceived right now okay #the moment sam started talking to him about making real amends for what he did as the winter solider #it was like 'oh fuck oh gohd' kinda pain #i know yori deserves to have closure over it but honestly seeing it happen is gonna be too much #tfatws #fatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #falcon and the winter soldier #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #yori nakajima #the winter soldier #tfatws ep 6 #fatws ep #tfatws ep 5 #tfatws episode 5 #fatws ep 5

[fireheartwraith]

Welp

I just bawled my eyes out for fifty minutes

#i waited to watch it because I was afraid I was going to be disappointed #but boy #did I get everything I wanted and then some #sam as cap straight off the bat? check #sam calling himself and being called captain america? check #bucky talking to nakajima? check #soft sambucky at the wilson's place? check #isaiah being low-key proud of sam? check #isaiah getting the minimum recognition he deserves? check #sharon is power broker confirmed? check #the government getting a verbal whooping from my classy boy sam? double check #setting up sharon us agent the flag smashers AND zemo as possible foes for future cap projects? CHECK #I just wish I could have seen more of my baby Joaquín Torres :( #i miss him #tfatws #tfatws spoilers #the falcon and the winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier spoilers #the falcon #captain america #sam wilson is captain america #sam wilson #bucky barnes #winter soldier #john walker #us agent #sharon carter #power broker #isaiah bradley #sambucky

[laufire]

okay, I ended up giving in and watching all three eps of tfatws and.

I do have Thoughts about the plot and stuff, especially regarding Sam and Sharon's stories (and also Lemar but that part is likely wishful thinking lol). but I'm keeping those close to my chest for now because I want to see where the show goes/not jinx it lol.

the one thing I have to get off my chest is that I hate. and I mean HATE. what Bucky is doing to Yori.

#talking to the void #my thoughts #marvel thoughts #marvel tv #yori nakajima #bucky barnes #it's exactly what max evans did to the ortechos and i haaaaaate it #and if it's easily resolved i'll hate it more #sorry but it's so profoundly selfish and masturbatory on bucky's part. and realistically it would only make things harder for yori #when he finds out the truth. but i suspect where this is going with the emphasis on how ''oh the worst poart is *not knowing* what happened' #so. not holding my breath for a resolution that doesn't reak of false sentimentality here. i'll be pleasently surpised if it's not the case! #but i doubt it

[bentobarnes]

* smut/mention of smut

SERIES

little joy AU ∣∣ you and bucky decide to move into a beautiful cottage in the woods and start a family. In the end, it's all the big and small moments that matter with your loved ones.

the woman with the wolf AU - completed ∣∣ bucky keeps having the same dream, the same woman with the same wolf. What happens when he actually finds her?

obsidian - completed ∣∣ you and bucky lead a peaceful life after the big battle with thanos but what happens when one day everything starts to get a little bit stranger?

ONE SHOTS

happy secret ∣∣ bucky is having lunch with Nakajima after 2 years of not talking with him. Yori wants him to go on a date with Leah (the bartender) but encounters a pleasant surprise.

something about you ∣∣ bucky never thought he would ever start liking you but then he realizes that he not only likes you. He loves you and you love him, too. Both of you denied your feelings until one day...

love language ∣∣ bucky asks reader, who works at the compounds coffee shop out for a date! It's his first date since the 40’s and he is all nervous and shy.

forget-me-not ∣∣ bucky falls in love with the local flower shop owner and she does the same.

oasis * ∣∣ the reader calms bucky down after they see the news of John Walker.

everything I ever wanted ∣∣ what happens when Bucky didn't fall off the train? Instead comes back to you and finds out a pleasant surprise.

i will come back to you. It's a promise ∣∣ you and Bucky made a promise. But what happens when one of you breaks that promise?

take me with you ∣∣ you and Bucky are going on a mission with Steve and Sam but would they let you if they knew you and Bucky will never come back?

insecurities ∣∣ bucky comforting s/o with her insecurities.

warmth * ∣∣ bucky helps you deal with the cold.

thunderstorms ∣∣ reader is afraid of thunderstorms but bucky is there to give her comfort.

rockabilly ∣∣ sam introducing his friend to bucky, where the reader has a big rockabilly aesthetic.

metal arm = canvas ∣∣ you paint over bucky's metal arm.

red string ∣∣ you can see people's red strings connecting them with their soulmates but you were born without one... until one day.

away from me ∣∣ sometimes the villain falls in love with the hero in the first place.

nightmare ∣∣ bucky comforts you after a nightmare.

milkshake and a coffee ∣∣ you work as a waitress in a local cafe little did you know the shy guy from the art school has a pretty friend.

saviour complex ∣∣ bucky feels insecure of the thought that you are with him because of your savior complex. when you, bucky and your teammates get drunk a question arises, which leaves bucky to think things that are not true...

i know ∣∣ reader meets Bucky for the first time and they end up dating a month later. They are sleeping in bed and he has a nightmare but doesn’t want to tell her but she already knows.

jacket for my soldier ∣∣ being a fashion designer is a big advantage when you want to surprise your super-soldier.

jacket for my soldier 2 ∣∣ going to latvia to help bucky with a mission, you have to design a guest room as a distraction.

sex pollen * ∣∣ while on mission you get affected by pollen, which makes crave having sex with one particular super-soldier.

werewolves ∣∣ bucky is an alpha without even knowing it until one day he has to give you some of his blood. what happens when you start feeling weird, too?

winter storm * ∣∣ you are caught in a terrible winter storm and bucky has no other chose than to keep you warm.

relieve the pain ∣∣ hairdresser reader gives bucky a scalp massage to help him during a headache.

what the hell * ∣∣ steve finds out that his little sister is not innocent anymore.

you can do it! ∣∣ bucky encourages you during the labor of his child.

the tattoo * ∣∣ you get a tattoo dedicated to your boyfriend and he is head over heels for it.

back alley * ∣∣ you hide bucky from in your car after the fight with the flag smashers.

have you ever been in love? ∣∣ bucky plays truth or dare with the avengers but this mind wanders somewhere else. what happens when he finds out the truth?

in other words ∣∣ you like singing to bucky.

marshmallows ∣∣ you and bucky can't sleep so you decide to do smth else.

you are soo handsome! ∣∣ you see 40s bucky at the museum.

heart-shaped * ∣∣ you buy a sexy pair of jeans to get bucky's attention.

little spoon ∣∣ you are not used to being a little spoon but bucky is here to change that.

taste of love ∣∣ bucky is not ready to tell how much he loves you but he finds another way to say it.

when? * ∣∣ you finally get what you want.

red ∣∣ bucky calms you after a nightmare.

coming home kiss ∣∣ a prank doesn't go well.

home * ∣∣ bucky needs to feel you after being away on a mission.

lemon cake ∣∣ bucky comes home after surviving the war.

cat bell ∣∣ bucky, steve and natasha go to investigate when classified information is stolen from S.H.I.E.L.D. little did bucky know it wasn't an ordinary file stealing...

prelude no.15 raindrop ∣∣ cuddling with bucky while he plays the piano on a rainy day.

the least ∣∣ you take care of bucky after a mission.

hidden lock ∣∣ you gave everything to protect bucky but he ended up leaving you anyway. what happens when years later you found yourself being drawn to him again...

only you for me ∣∣ after being tortured by hydra, you are felt blind trying to cope with your life... what happens later?

hold back ∣∣ you push bucky away until you can't anymore...

scream ∣∣ during a mission, bucky has to turn into the winter soldier again but when he turns back he finds his hands bloody.

tiptoes ∣∣ reader goes to the compound's swimming pool at night but what happens when she gets a surprising encounter?

wood cabin ∣∣ you move to live a peaceful life in the woods but your neighbor turns out to be a hottie you can't resist...

tokens ∣∣ you come back with a gift but your kids get to it before you have given it to him. now he has to explain to them the sex tokens... in a kids way...

'little' touch * ∣∣ reader loves to be touchy with her favorite super soldier

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #sebastian stan #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky imagine #bucky oneshot #bucky fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky fluff #marvel fanfiction #marvel #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan oneshot #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan angst #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x female oc #bucky barnes x original female character

[sergeantxrogers]

| sanctified |

Summary: Bucky Barnes’ holy grail and safe haven are your body and soul, and after getting a taste of them, he finally knows what it means to be a sinner. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: Smut!! (switch!Bucky, choking, light spanking, orgasm control, slight exhibitionism), some crying, confessions of love baby

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Bucky Barnes never had a serious girlfriend. Sure, there were girls he’d go out with, press a little smooch to their lips just out of principle, girls he’d walk home after a trip to the fair, girls that would follow him around Brooklyn watching his every move in the hopes that they would catch his eye and that he would give them more than just a polite smile. 

Bucky Barnes used to be a ladies’ man, girls batting their lashes at him when he and Steve passed by on their way to Bucky’s place for dinner, throwing themselves at his feet any chance they’d get because they wanted to be something special to him, they wanted to mean something to him, and Bucky always rejected anything serious with grace. 

And then he fell from the train. And he hadn’t seen a girl his age for almost 50 years after that. He had forgotten what it was like to be smiled at, to be searched for in a crowd, for someone to call out his name - his real name, not Soldat. 

He had gotten used to the harsh orders and cruel insults, the flirty, boyish Bucky that winked at the ladies and guided them during dances hidden and stashed away somewhere deep inside him, dormant and asleep. He was fine with being ignored after everything that happened with Steve, and the fall of HYDRA, and Shuri “fixing” his brain. Fine with staying in the shadows when he didn’t need to be out of them, fine with avoiding people and missing their eye, slipping through the streets of New York like a cat, his only goal to get from point A to point B.

Until he met you. 

You, the part-time waitress that worked at the restaurant he frequented with Mr. Nakajima. Bucky took a liking to you the second he saw you. The do no harm, take no shit attitude that every fiber of your being seemed to be dipped in intrigued him. He liked watching you work, multitasking between orders and receipts and drinks and money and all things in between. It was fascinating to him, especially the side-eyed glances you’d give him with an accompanying little smirk whenever he sat down at the counter with his older friend. Intriguing you were, so much so that he quickly learned what days you came in, and what days you didn’t: Monday, Wednesday and Friday. 

Yori kept pushing him to ask out the “pretty waitress” at the restaurant, and though she was pretty, she wasn’t the one he had his eye on. 

“You should go out with her, she’s a nice girl,” Yori’s soft voice would mutter into his ear, and Bucky would give him a smile and a shake of his head.

If only you knew, Yori. If only you knew, he thought. 

The flirting started simple enough: a sly smile as you greeted him when he walked in. An “accidental” brush of the hand when you’d hand him his third beer. Biting your lip whenever he called your name out to pay. It was simple enough that Bucky’s elderly friend stayed oblivious on the Wednesdays they’d go out for lunch together. 

And truly, Bucky had no reason to come to the restaurant three times a week, twice without the company of Mr. Nakajima. No reason but the sight of you, and it was enough to keep him drawn in, keep him coming and throwing his money on food he never ate and beers he downed without a second thought because he was so enamored by the way your eyes glimmered whenever you gave him a smile. 

Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays went by and by until he started dropping his gaze below your neck, pants growing uncomfortably tight at the way you’d bend over to get a new roll of receipts under the counter, or the small sliver of stomach he would notice beneath your shirt whenever you’d reach up for a glass. 

And it wasn’t like you were oblivious either; on the contrary, you stared at the door on the days you knew he’d come in, waiting anxiously for him to come and sit down just so you could feel his presence. It wasn’t that long before you were asking your coworkers to cover you for a few minutes just so you could lean against the counter by him to chat (and give him a peak of something special, but that was besides the point). 

Chats soon turned into jokes and full-blown conversations, with Bucky staying behind long after closing time just to talk to you about anything and everything, from his past to the way you wore your hair on that particular day. 

Which is how you found yourself in your current little predicament. 

“Fuck, Bucky,” you hissed, slapping your hand against the counter beneath you. 

Bucky’s hand travelled up your back, entangling in your hair and pulling your head back, your back arching against him. 

“What happened, baby?” he cooed into your ear, thrusts relentless and never faltering. You whined in response, swallowing back a heavy breath as his lips trailed against your shoulder.

“So... so good,” you managed, and you felt him smirk against your skin. 

His hand left your hair, snaking around to the front to wrap around your neck loosely, and a chill ran down your spine. 

11:47 p.m. and an hour and a half past closing time, shades only half shut on the glass door of the entrance, the only light in the room coming from the streetlight outside and the digital clock on the wall behind you. 

Heavy lidded eyes traveled to watch the door, only a few feet away from where Bucky was pounding persistently into you, your skirt flipped up and panties around your ankles. The fact that anybody walking by would just have to look through the blinds to see you getting railed made you breathless.

Bucky’s low hum floated into your ears, hot breath fanning against your cheek as he rolled his hips to hit that spot that made you clench around him. 

“I’m- I’m gonna-”

Your stuttering made him slow his hips, and in return you whimpered.

“Gonna what? Gonna cum? Hm?”

You huffed at his condescending tone, and he slowed down even more, to the point where you could feel him dragging along your walls, hot and heavy. 

“What if I just-”

Bucky stopped moving his hips completely, and tears pricked at the back of your eyes as your chest heaved, his grip tightening only slightly around your throat.

“- don’t let you?” he finished, pulling out almost completely then, and you groaned in frustration. You felt the knot that had been forming in your stomach loosen, the tingling in your legs fading, and you furrowed your brows in a desperate plea for release.

“P-please,” you mewled. “Please, please, I need to, I have to-”

Bucky seemed to be satisfied with your begging, because he thrusted himself into you again, bottoming out with the slap of skin on skin and your quiet, breathy moans being the only sounds in the restaurant. Each thrust brought out a moan from your lips, a layer of sweat covering your skin. The first tear left your waterline and rolled down your cheek as he pressed down harder against you, the edge of the counter digging into your hip bones deliciously. 

“More,” you whispered, eyes clenched shut as your head went dizzy with pleasure. 

Bucky obliged, nipping at your neck as his hand that wasn’t wrapped around your throat travelled downwards to lay a slap to your ass, and you hissed at the sting. Your orgasm washed over you quickly, eyes rolling to the back of your head and legs going weak. If it wasn’t for Bucky’s body holding you upright against the counter, you were certain you would’ve collapsed. Warmth took over your belly as Bucky groaned in your ear, cumming inside you, and he let go of your neck, allowing you to drop your head down in an attempt to catch your breath. 

After he had pulled out of you carefully, helping you pull your panties back up, you turned around, a lazy smile on your lips as you leaned back against the counter on your elbows. Bucky gave you a skeptical look, smirk crawling onto his face as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“What is it?”

You shrugged, tugging at the hem of his shirt to straighten it out a bit. 

“Nothing,” you said mindlessly, smile only growing larger.

He chuckled in amusement, grabbing your hand in his. 

“What is it?”, he repeated, and you sighed dramatically.

“Well, I mean...,” you started, eyes travelling around behind him in false apprehension. “I hope you know this means you gotta take me out now, Barnes.”

Bucky stared at you for a moment, the grin on his face only brightening. 

“Alright, I promise I will.”

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And Bucky kept his promise. 

Five days after your initial hook-up, Bucky came buzzing at your apartment building entrance, bouquet of flowers in his hands, smile on his face. 

“Wow, Barnes, I didn’t know you were into romantic gestures,” you teased, taking the flowers from his hands. He shrugged, shoving them into his pockets as he walked alongside you. 

“I wasn’t. Not really, never used to be.”

He glanced at you as he finished his sentence, but you were too preoccupied with the smell of fresh blossoms to notice the smile playing on his lips. 

“Things change, I guess,” he muttered, and you grinned at him. 

“So, where are we going?”

“I told you already,” he said with a teasing shake of his head. 

“It’s a surprise.”

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Three official dates later and Bucky finally came up to your apartment. 

Albeit, a bit hesitant, because it was well past midnight and “I don’t wanna wake up your neighbors with my huge footsteps, doll.”

It took some convincing but he finally agreed to come up and sit with you a while. You said you would show him your favorite books, introduce him to some new literature he could catch up on. And you definitely planned on doing that, but things with Bucky have a funny way of playing out differently than you expect. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, doll-”

Humming in amusement, you smiled down at him, straddled around his thighs.

Your fingers gripping his hair, you held his head so his eyes were level with yours, and you saw the struggle in them as your other hand teased his cock through his boxers with gentle fingers. 

“What is it, baby?” you pouted, tugging harder on his hair, and he winced at the feeling. 

“Stop teasing,” he hissed through clenched teeth, and you feigned a disappointed frown. 

“Now that’s not very nice of you.”

Bucky shut his eyes quickly in a split second of frustration, and when he opened them again, you noticed his pupils were blown wide, staring into yours.

After a deep sigh, his demeanor changed, lids heavy and lips swollen from the bites and kisses you attacked them with previously. 

“Please...,” he said in a whisper. “Please don’t tease me.”

His words brought a smile to your face, and you pretended to think about it, tilting your head to the side slightly. 

“Alright, pretty boy, since you asked so nicely.”

You punctuated your sentence with a roll of your hips against his, and a soft whimper left his lips when your bare pussy rolled over his dick. 

Your fingers found the hem of his boxers, and you pulled them down, teasingly slow, Bucky lifting his hips a bit to make it easier for you. He breathed a sigh of relief at the feeling of release, and you felt your breath quicken at the sight of his cock, heavy and hard and begging to be touched. 

“Please.”

It came out quietly, desperately, as he stared into your eyes, and you almost smirked at the way he looked near tears. You hummed in adoration, leaning your head down somewhat to press a kiss to his lips. 

“So needy...,” you muttered into his mouth as you rolled your hips upwards, the tip of his cock gliding through your wet slit, and his hips bucked up involuntarily. 

He whined against your lips, nipping at the bottom one when you sank down onto his cock without warning. A sigh left your body when you felt him stretch you out, filling you out completely. You clenched around him, trying to adjust, and he groaned, forehead dropping against your chest. 

No matter how many times he’d been inside you, you always need time to adjust, and you would wait. Oh, you would wait hours if you needed to, because once you got a taste of him, that was it. You were ruined for other men. 

And Bucky could spend hours inside you, warm and wet and perfectly made for him, your body wrapped around his. All you had to do was ask him, and he would fall to his knees in worship. 

You sat on him, just like that, for... seconds? Minutes? An hour, maybe? Bucky couldn’t tell because it didn’t really matter to him. His mind was clouded with the feeling of you tight around his throbbing cock, and your lips on his neck and jaw, and your fingers in his hair. 

Bucky looked up at you, almost glowing with sex and gratification, and he swore to himself he would pray to you, pray for you, pray with you, every single day for the rest of his life. How he went a century without the absolution of your touch was entirely beyond him, but he knew he wouldn’t let you go now that he had you in his grasp. 

You started moving, slowly, teasingly, and Bucky’s breath caught in his throat. Sighs and pants left your lips at the feeling of being full, stuffed to the brim, and it took everything Bucky had in himself not to grab your hips and absolutely destroy you himself. 

“Oh, God,” you panted into his ear, rolling your hips, chasing your pleasure as Bucky’s chest heaved with labored breaths. 

It was pure torture, in the best way. His eyes watched the way your brows furrowed slightly in concentration, your lips slightly parted. Watched your hands search for purchase on his body, anywhere they could find, as you clenched tighter around him. 

If there was a place he had to choose to stay for the rest of eternity, it was here. 

“I love you,” he mumbled, almost subconsciously, and your movements faltered only slightly. 

Biting your lip, your eyes searched his face, and found only honesty. Bucky’s hands came up to rest on your thighs, fingers digging into them, the contrast of one warm hand and one cold hand sending shockwaves down your spine. 

“I love you more,” you whispered, pulling him in by his cheeks for a short kiss. 

Your pushes and pulls, ups and downs, gasps and moans grew quicker, more incessant, and Bucky could tell by the way your walls fluttered quickly around his cock that you were about to cum. 

____________________

He laid there, next to you. 

He laid there a long time, fingers tracing shapeless patters along your arm as you slept, and his eyes studied your face.

No, Bucky Barnes never had a serious girlfriend. There were girls he’d go out with, girls he would smooch. Girls he would walk home and girls he would smile at. None of them ever gave him the feeling he was running after, always thinking it was right there but always just out of reach. The feeling you gave him, like he was underwater but could still breathe. Like he was on fire but cold as ice, like he never breathed properly before he met you and now, after getting a taste of you, he would never be able to breathe properly without you again. 

He laid there, body heavy and mind satisfied, and he understood. He understood why Adam ate the apple, why Orpheus turned around. He understood why Sparta started a war for Helen, and he understood why Romeo drank the poison. 

He would do it all, sin and be punished a million times over if it meant he would get a glimpse of you every day. 

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The Match - Part 10

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sam helps you out in planning for the launch while Bucky is away.

Word Count: 4.2k (woopsies)

Warnings: SMUT is back, angry unprotected sex, spitting, a tiny hint at scratching and choking, some hurtful words thrown in yada yada yada, kinda intense asjkcackansk

A/N: STRAP THE FUCK IN BECAUSE WE BOUTTA RIDE A DAMN ROLLERCOASTER OMG I’m nervous for this because I found this part very intense while writing it. And I hope it comes across as that to y’all as well because my fingers ached from how hard I was typing this part lmfao. Team Bucky vs Team Reader/Team Sam here we goooo sksksk enjoy

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You didn't accept Sam's invitation to connect in LinkedIn. Not yet. But it did give you several ideas, like maybe submitting a resignation letter? Get away from Bucky and his toxic ass? He has Mackenzie now, he can easily have her take over your position anyway.

However, you were also torn because you loved your job at Bucky's company. It paved way for you to improve your skills and you experienced a lot of growth too. And well, Bucky's there too but god, you hated him right now. As much as you wanted to wave the white flag, you didn't feel like it was the right thing to do.

You wanted Bucky to learn that not everything he wants, he can easily get. And Mark was right, that you weren't just a trophy employee or whatever. You were so much more than what Bucky probably thinks of you.

And you were going to prove him that.

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"Hey, Bev. Can you ring up your boss for me? Tell him I want to go over some of the plans I made for the launch before I discuss it with Mackenzie tomorrow." you asked.

Beverly was about to lift the phone up when an unexpected visitor arrived. None other than Sam Wilson himself.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop but did I hear you correctly? You've already made some plans for the launch?" he asked with interest.

You chuckled, "Sort of. Well, it's a rough draft of my ideas. I just thought it would be nice to get a headstart." you admitted.

Sam nodded and was about to say something when Bucky stepped out of his office, his brows furrowing upon seeing you and Sam conversing. Bucky eyed you before glancing over at Sam, patting his shoulder gently as a greeting.

"You checking up on us or what?" Bucky teased with a chuckle.

Sam shook his head, "Not really. Well, kinda. I figured that another presentation would be unnecessary, I mean. I'd love to work on the launch with your team instead of being on the sidelines for approvals." he admitted.

You shrugged, "I think that's a great idea too. Less time to waste, less back and forth." you pitched in.

Bucky frowned a bit, his jaw clenching at how you backed up Sam immediately. "That's fine, but I have a meeting in a few. Might last the entire day. Mackenzie won't be here until tomorrow too." he said.

"She and I can discuss her plans today and maybe I can pitch in some of my ideas too. She can present them tomorrow to you and Kenzie." Sam suggested, gesturing over to you.

Bucky stared at you and Sam alternately, his hands balling into fists at his sides. You could see his internal struggle about leaving you and Sam to discuss about the launch, without his presence.

You lifted up the folder in your hand, "I wanted to go over these plans with you but I didn't know you have a meeting. Sam and I can just refine these today, would save us a lot of time. We don't want to be rushing anything for this project at the last minute." you told him.

Bucky swallowed but nodded anyway, albeit with hesitation, "Yeah. Of course. I'll just catch up on the both of you later."

And with that, Bucky walked away but not without sparing you and Sam one final glance. His eyes met yours for a brief moment and you weren't sure, but you saw a flash of worry in his eyes before it was immediately replaced by his usual stern, ice-cold gaze.

You turned to Sam with a smile, "We can discuss in the conference room." you said and led the way.

-

The planning was seamless and you were surprised that you had so much fun exchanging ideas with Sam, to the point of almost forgetting about lunch break. It was quarter past noon when the both of you realized that it was way past lunch time.

"Do you want to grab lunch or order something instead? I honestly hate working lunch, just so you know." Sam said with a laugh.

You groaned, "I hate that too, honestly." you admitted with a chuckle.

Sam nodded, "Great, we can head out for a quick lunch?" he asked.

It didn't even cross your mind to hesitate, so you immediately agreed and even asked if you can take Beverly with you. You'd grown somewhat attached to her in the short time you've known her. Poor kid was being treated like an outcast by the other office girls. She always waited for you to have your lunch break too, especially that Mark has been pretty busy lately.

Sam was kind enough to agree about including Beverly for lunch. The two of you were about to head out of the conference room when Beverly peeked in, worry etched all over her face.

"I need your help." she whined, "I think I messed up Sir James' schedule. Mister Nakajima is on the phone and said that he's going to be an hour late for a meeting today. I forgot about Sir James’ meeting with another company today!" she explained, almost close to tears.

You rushed over to her and held her shoulders, "Hey, calm down. Did you tell Mister Nakajima?" you asked.

"I did and he got mad at me! Today is his only free day and he said that if he doesn't meet up with Sir James, the deal is off." Beverly said, stomping her foot on the ground.

You heaved out a sigh, knowing that the deal was very important. Mister Nakajima owned an auto manufacturing company which produces world-class materials for cars. Bucky had been working on convincing Mister Nakajima to be his permanent supplier for quite a while now. Big fucking deal.

You looked back at Sam, "Hey, I'm sorry. Can you give me a couple of minutes?" you asked with an apologetic expression.

"Take your time." Sam nodded with a smile.

You went over to Beverly's desk and took over the phone call, without knowing that Sam trailed behind you. He watched you carefully as you talked to Mister Nakajima, your demeanor calm yet confident.

"Hi, Mister Nakajima. I'm the company's Marketing Head and I would like to apologize for the mix up. Bucky has been working really hard on improving the quality of our products, he's been in meetings in and out. That being said, would it be alright if I take over this afternoon's meeting instead? Bucky worked on an amazing presentation and I honestly would love to go over it with you and just show you how this partnership would be beneficial for both our companies." you asked.

Fortunately, you were able to appease Mister Nakajima while also saving Beverly's ass for her honest mistake. As soon as the call was done, you reassured Beverly that everything was fine now and that you'll take care of Bucky. By the time you looked back at Sam, he was merely smiling at you.

"You're really good with people."

-

Lunch break passed by quickly, with you, Sam and Beverly engaging in all sorts of conversations. Even Beverly felt comfortable being around his presence. He mainly talked about his experiences at his first job, giving Beverly a couple of tips on how to navigate through the corporate world.

Sam was very kind.

The planning resumed after lunch and by the time Mister Nakajima and his associates arrived, the launch plan was pretty much refined with a lot of details. Sam excused himself to give you time to meet with Mister Nakajima, however, he said he'll be staying until Bucky comes back.

Presenting to Mister Nakajima made you nervous as fuck, especially that he didn't really work closely with you which might affect his decision. Luckily though, you knew Bucky's presentation like the back of your hand due to the fact that he had gone over it with you for a couple of times back when the two of you were still, well, fucking around.

Ah, the good old days.

The meeting with Mister Nakajima went perfectly well because as soon as you were done with the presentation, the old man simply asked for the contract to seal the deal. Although it wasn't you who actually worked on the deck, you had a sense of fulfillment. You were proud of yourself and you couldn't wait to dangle it right in front of Bucky's face.

"Thank you so much, Mister Nakajima. We are excited for this partnership." you said happily as you led him and his associates out of the conference room, just as when Bucky arrived.

He looked confused when Mister Nakajima greeted him happily, shaking his hand and telling him how good his presentation was. Bucky looked over at you, as if asking what the hell was going on. You merely shrugged and headed back inside the conference with Sam.

Bucky followed shortly and for some reason, he looked agitated. He was about to speak up when Sam beat him to it, giving him a hard pat on the back.

"The launch event is gonna be really good." he said confidently before glancing at you.

"You're lucky to have her, Bucky." he said before bidding goodbye, giving you one last look and a wink as well, something that Bucky immediately noticed.

When Sam left, so did the light atmosphere inside the conference room. Bucky turned to you with a scowl, his footsteps rushed and heavy as he approached you.

"What the hell happened with Mister Nakajima?" he asked gruffly.

You smiled as you handed him an envelope, "The partnership is a go. He signed the contract and his team will be keeping in contact with us and our factory soon." you explained proudly.

Bucky took the envelope from your hand and went through the contract before placing it back on the table. "I thought my meeting with him isn't until Friday."

"Beverly mixed up your schedule and before you even reprimand her, give the girl a break. It's her first job and with the amount of meetings you've been having, mix-ups are inevitable. What matters now is that I took over the presentation and Mister Nakajima signed the contract." you explained with nonchalance.

Bucky shook his head, "The end does not justify the means." he said. "Beverly should have been careful. My schedule is not a joke and if I miss another important meeting, that can fuck up the entire company."

You rolled your eyes, "Calm down, Beverly surely learned from today's mistake. It's done. The deal is on. Everything is peachy. The launch details have been planned out, Sam is happy with it. All I have to do is to secure your and Mackenzie's approval for it and then we can start with the execution. You're welcome." you said all in one breath, handing Bucky a USB containing the details of the launch.

You brushed past Bucky to leave the conference room but you were immediately pulled back with his hand around your arm. He looked down at you with an angry look on his face, almost fuming. You couldn't understand why the fuck he was so aggravated with you today. Sure, he had been testing your patience lately but it was the first time he actually looked like he was going to snap.

Not at the situation, but at you.

"Are you trying to impress Sam? Taking on my responsibilities while he's around?" he asked, eyes narrowing at you.

You scoffed, unable to believe what Bucky was accusing you of. Pulling your arm back, you took a step back and looked at him with disgust. "You're unbelievable, Bucky." you said.

"Had I not stepped in, we would have lost the deal. You promoted me for a reason, and I believe part of it is my leadership skills. And no, I'm not trying to impress Sam. I'm simply doing my fucking job." you hissed and tried to side step Bucky, only for him to block your way.

"Did he offer you a position in his company? What the fuck was the wink all about?" Bucky accused yet again.

"Oh my god, Bucky! You're blowing things out of proportion. He didn't. We talked about the event. That's it." you explained, pinching the bridge of your nose because Bucky was getting on your very last nerve.

Bucky had been fucking with you too much now and you could feel the last bits of your composure slowly slip away with every word that was coming out of his mouth. Coming for your job was one thing, but accusing you of flirting your way to another company? That was a low blow.

"Don't lie to me, I saw the notification on your phone the other day. Seems to me like Tinder matches don't work for you anymore, you moved on to LinkedIn now to find connections instead?" he asked and that particular statement struck a certain nerve.

You let out a bitter scoff, "Do you even hear yourself, Bucky? At least Sam was being professional and didn't use Tinder to hire a fucking consultant to threaten my damn job!" you slipped, unable to hold back.

The look on Bucky's face was a whirlwind of emotions-- shock, wrath, exhaustion-- and you felt like you were supposed to get scared. Gone were the blue orbs that used to make you feel safe, his eyes only held anger in them. And the thing was, your eyes looked the same as you held Bucky's gaze.

You were so fucking tired of everything, of Bucky.

"How did you-- it doesn't matter." Bucky said, shaking his head. "How much did Sam offer you?" he asked.

Your jaw dropped at the implication of Bucky's statement, "You are a fucking asshole, Bucky. Sam didn't offer me a fucking job. You really don't listen, Bucky. You never listen." you huffed out exasperatedly.

"Okay, maybe he hasn't laid down his offer yet. Perhaps, you let him fuck you too?"

Your vision blacked out upon hearing that and by the time you regained your senses, all you could feel was how your palm stung. You had walked up to Bucky and slapped him right across the face, hard enough to make the corner of his bottom lip bleed. Your entire body was trembling from rage as you stood in front of Bucky.

He tilted his head as he wiped the blood off from his lip, looking up at you with lust-filled eyes. And then his hand gripped your neck, tugging you close for a bruising kiss. You grunted against his mouth and pushed him away, slapping him again. Before Bucky could even recover, your fingers wrapped around his tie pulling him down to you for another kiss.

Walls crumbled down, tension was broken and needs were being fulfilled. The rush of emotions blurred the line between fury and lust with the latter obviously winning. All you could think about was the throb that you suddenly felt within your core begging for relief.

Relief that was denied from you for the past few weeks of playing cat and mouse with Bucky.

And with the way Bucky was kissing you, you knew he felt the same. It had been too long and both your minds were too hazy to even care that it was only five in the afternoon and that there were employees working just outside the conference room.

Was the fear of getting caught going to stop you? No, not now. Because you needed release and you were sure as hell going to get it. This wasn't like the other times you and Bucky fucked. You didn't care about Bucky at the moment, how he felt or what was going on in his mind. You just needed to release all your pent up emotions and you were going to use Bucky to get what you need.

Bucky pushed you against the table, your tailbone hitting the edge with such force that made you groan from pain.

"Yeah, why don't you make some noise so everyone can see how fucking needy you are for me?" Bucky growled, gripping your face with one hand, forcing you to keep your eyes on him as his other hand bunched your skirt up to your waist.

You let out a chuckle, "I'm not the one going to make noise here." you warned before reaching down to palm his erection.

Bucky hissed and bit his lip hard to prevent himself from eliciting a moan. His jaw ticked as he squeezed your face tighter, forcing you to open your mouth as his eyes scanned your features.

"Watch your fucking mouth, baby. I still own you, you're fucking mine." he said through gritted teeth, his eyes lidded as he looked down at you like a predator.

You kept your mouth closed but as soon as Bucky's fingers found your damp panties, you weren't able to stop your whimper. Bucky took the opportunity and spit in your mouth before crashing his lips against yours in a messy kiss. It was all tongue and spit, the way he kissed you as his fingers rubbed at your folds through the thin fabric of your underwear.

He kissed you like he owned you.

"I'm not yours, Bucky." you said as your hands quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipping his trousers and pulling out his hard cock from the confines of his boxers.

The groan that reverberated from Bucky's chest as you stroked him made you smirk. His hand on your face slid down to your neck, holding you tightly as he pushed aside your underwear and then he slid into you with no prior warning. The lack of foreplay made it hurt when he bottomed out, but the pain quickly turned into pleasure when Bucky started moving his hips against yours.

No words were further exchanged from then on. Only soft whimpers and hushed grunts could be heard. However, it was clear that even up until now, there was competition. You didn't want to make noise, didn't want to lose to Bucky. You didn't want to give him the pleasure of knowing how fucking good he was making you feel right now, with how each drag of his cock was making your toes curl inside your heels.

Your hands held onto his broad shoulders as he fucked you against the table, the fabric of his suit bunching up against your fingers. Bucky kept his gaze on you and not once did you falter, not even when the tip of his cock hit your cervix, almost punching the air out of your lungs.

Bucky held the back of your thighs and lifted you up, sitting you on the edge of the table and bending forward so he could angle his cock in a way that you would feel it deep within you. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, one of your hands scratching at his jaw as he continued to pound your sopping cunt.

"God, fucking missed this pussy. Can feel you clamping down on my cock, you gonna cum soon?" he asked, pressing the tip of his nose against yours.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling the wanton moan that Bucky pounded out of you. Not wanting to be the only one to make noise, you clenched around him hard. Bucky let out a growl at how your walls squeezed his cock, his balls tightening as his own orgasm approached.

"Cum for me, Bucky." you whimpered, tipping your head up to lick at Bucky's mouth as your legs tightened around his waist to pull him deeper into you.

Bucky exhaled heavily through his nose, the veins on his neck popping out as he fucked your harder on the table. He kept his hand wrapped around your neck while the other held onto your waist so tight, you could feel his fingers digging deep into your skin. Even with your clothes on, you were sure that you'll be getting bruises from how hard his grip on you was.

"Go on, Bucky. Want your cum inside, want to feel you fill me up again." you moaned against his parted lips, darting your tongue out to taste his mouth.

The needy tone of your voice sent Bucky to the edge first. He uttered a string of curses under his breath as ropes of his cum painted your walls with their warmth with triggered your orgasm. Your body convulsed as waves of pleasure ran through your veins, starting from your fingertips down to your toes. Bucky kissed you and swallowed your moans as his thrusts slowed down.

It took a while for the both of you to recover from the intense fucking. Bucky nuzzled your neck with his nose, his heavy breaths warming up your sweaty skin. There was a short moment of peace that followed, the tension gone and was replaced by a heavy feeling.

You swallowed hard and slowly regained your senses. The release cleared your mind and the memories of the heated exchange from earlier were quick to come back. Bucky's accusations echoed in your ear and they were so clear it almost felt like he was saying them to you again.

Suddenly, you doubted Bucky's intentions when he promoted you. Was he really impressed of your skills at work or was it because you let him fuck you?

"Get off of me." you said, pushing at Bucky's chest until he straightened up.

Ignoring the emptiness you felt when his cock slipped out of you, you hopped down from the table and started fixing yourself. In the many times you had slept with Bucky, it was the first time that you felt disgusted with yourself.

You turned your back to Bucky as you adjusted your underwear, pulling down your skirt and pressing your palms against the fabric to iron out the creases. Your breath was heavy as you processed what had just happened. And just like that, your reserve broke and the strong facade you had built crumbled down into pieces, leaving you vulnerable.

"Hey, are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Bucky suddenly asked when he heard your sniffing, the darkness in his features gone.

His eyes were back to blue and there was nothing but genuine concern when he saw the tears in your eyes. Bucky tried to approach you but you quickly backed away from him, your arms wrapping around yourself as protection.

"Did you hurt me?" you scoffed. "In more ways than one, Bucky." you quickly added, wiping away your tears hastily with the back of your hand.

You were about to walk out of the conference but decided that it was probably time for you to actually speak up about everything. How you felt for him and how much you hated him for coming at you like that.

"I was going to admit that I like you. I thought about it and figured that I was too proud and a bit selfish for not considering your feelings when I rejected you." you explained.

Bucky blinked in confusion, "What? When?"

You shrugged, "The day you brought in Mackenzie. And I was more hurt than mad that you did that. Because you knew how much this job means to me and you had used it against me. You basically took advantage of my weakness, for what? To get me to cave in? Even when I clearly told you how fucking scared I was of the consequences of whatever kind of relationship we have?" you huffed out.

You didn't allow Bucky to speak, not yet. Not until you were done making him understand why you had been so hell-bent on keeping things professional.

"I wasn't born into a rich family like you, Bucky. I had to work my way up to where I am. Unlike you, I have a family to support and if I lose this job, it's not only me who would suffer. And it won't be easy for me to find another one, not after the reputation I'd have once we get busted." you further explained.

"I told you about it so many times and I wish you listened. Because maybe we could've figured shit out. Or I don't know, maybe the fucking was too good and you only wanted me for that." you shrugged.

Bucky quickly shook his head, "No. God no, you're more than that."

You chuckled again, a fresh wave of tears flooding the corners of your eyes. "It most definitely felt like it when you accused me of fucking Sam."

"Fuck, I'm sorry. Let me explain, please? I didn't mean to, I was too--"

"No, Bucky. You didn't listen to me when I told you how I felt about us. Now you're going to know how it feels to not to get what you want." you sternly said before walking over to the door.

You turned back at Bucky and refused to let his expression get to you. He looked devastated, his eyes glassy from the tears he had been holding back, his lips parted as he finally realized what he had done.

"Expect my resignation letter by tomorrow. As soon as we're done with the launch, I'm out."

-

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where its just a day in the life of being the adopted daughter of the BLACK WIDOW her picking us up and training us, trying to bonb with us

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Natasha met you post-Black Widow. She was helping out Yelena with freeing the Widows’ when she came across you.

You were a teen at the time - but still brainwashed. Thankfully because of your age you hadn’t been brainwashed into doing anything too bad yet, but you were almost finished with your training.

Something struck Natasha when she saw you. Looking back on it, she assumes it was the fact that like her and Yelena, you had been put into the Red Room at a young age, and you were the first teen they saw while on these various missions.

While she was okay with fighting the other Widows’, it was hard for Natasha to fight you. At the time, she brushed it off as not wanting to hurt a kid, but she knew that she was taking a liking to you.

Which was why, when Yelena managed to free you, and you told them that you had nowhere to go, Natasha felt the need to do something about it. Unlike the other Widows’ who were adults, you couldn’t go out into the world alone and, after talking with Yelena, Natasha decided to take you along with her.

It wasn’t adoption per say, at least at first, but it was close enough.

You jumped at the opportunity to tag along with Natasha and while Yelena continued the Widows’ mission, Natasha took you back to Melina’s house., where you met Melina and Alexei.

You were wary around them at first, clinging to Natasha, but you warmed up.

However, it wasn’t long before Natasha had to go on the run again. She offered you the chance to stay there with Melina and Alexei but you had grown very close to Natasha and wanted to come with her.

So, you did.

It was difficult, escaping authority and having to constantly be moving, but it in a way it strengthened yours and Natasha’s bond. You guys got closer and learned to work together — as fighting partners as well as mother/daughter.

Which was why, not having known your biological parents or where they were, the word ‘mom’ easily fell off her lips.

It happened when you guys were eating take-out in your latest house. Natasha had passed you the water pitcher and “thanks, mom” just came so naturally.

For a second, you didn’t realize what you had said, until you looked up to see Natasha staring at you with wide eyes.

Then, it hit you. Holy shit my god. Had you just said that?? What just happened?

You got scared that Natasha would react badly, but it was the opposite. A huge grin broke out on her face and even happy tears of pure joy.

When you asked her what was going on, she said: “I’ve never been a mother.”

That’s when you smiled and hugged her and you officially agreed on becoming mother and daughter.

Natasha was worried on being a mother at first, scared that she messed it up, but after reassurance from Melina via a phone call, she fell into the role naturally.

She became much more protective.

Not that you minded.

This went on until the Avengers called upon Natasha to fight Thanos.

She brought you along with her and the team was thoroughly stunned.

“wHO ArE yOU???”

“NATASHAAAA”

Yeah, it was chaotic.

You weren’t fazed though and quickly befriended Wanda and attempted to befriend Vision.

Steve and Sam also became like uncles.

Tony was a bit more difficult because you initially blamed him for you and Natasha on the run, so you were distant at first.

You were also kinda disappointed that Clint wasn’t there. You had wanted to meet him (and Natasha wanted you to meet him) after the stories you heard.

Nonetheless, you went to Wakanda and that’s where you met Bucky. It wasn’t long before he became another uncle.

You absolutely loved fighting alongside Okoye and meeting Shuri. You were fascinated by her technology.

You also kicked ass on the battlefield.

But then . . . You lost.

You watched Bucky disappear and even though you hadn’t known him for nearly as long as Natasha and Steve did, you still felt great pain.

Then you learned to that Sam and Wanda had gotten snapped and it got worse.

The days leading after were some of the most difficult days ever.

It was the first time you had to be strong for your mom, seeing as she had lost her friends too, and you panicked at first.

But you had been her daughter for awhile now and you knew what to do. You hugged Natasha and was there for her.

In the months coming, you helped the reminding heroes rebuild the world and you eventually joined the Avengers under your mother’s lead.

You also met Clint but it wasn’t a happy meeting, really, since he had lost his family.

You continued on as an Avenger with Natasha by your side. You met Carol and she was like an aunt and was amazing.

Things started to turn on the bright side when one day Natasha walked in with a genuine smile and held papers.

You could only guess what they were for at first, but quickly was shown and freaked out (a happy freak out) after.

Adoption papers.

You jumped and yelled and screamed and cheered, unbelievably happy that this was becoming official official.

You were Natasha’s daughter.

While the past few years had been difficult, this made it all worth it. You didn’t know where you’d be without Natasha and she was always with you.

Eventually, the team had a plan to defeat Thanos.

Which felt liked a miracle.

Natasha lives because I say so.

You and her got to tag-team Thanos’ enemies.

Literally the best team since Clint and Nat.

(Clint was jealous)

Then, you got everyone back!

You were SO happy to see Bucky, Sam, and Wanda again, and so was Natasha.

After you all reunited and the world went back to semi-normal, you and Natasha visited Yelena, Alexei, and Melina who were beyond happy to see you both.

Things started to turn up again and you were so grateful to have Nat at your side.

She was the best mom EVER.

Always looking out for you and protecting you

If any of the other Avengers made the slightest of snide comments, she was on them like a bloodhound

She always reminded you to hydrate and was always asking you how you were doing

It was hard to believe that she hadn’t had any experience with children before

Well, she had, with Clint’s kids, but still

Speaking of Clint’s kids, they all looked to you like an older cousin

But getting back to Natasha

She insisted that only she would train with you, not trusting the team to not injure you (besides, she knew you best)

You loved training with Natasha too

She always made it fun, putting on music and stuff

It helped you had similar music tastes

She also would always gush to anyone but really Clint, Sam, or Bucky on how cute and adorable you were

And they definitely agreed

One time during movie night you fell asleep with your head on Nat’s shoulder

She was so happy

Made Bucky take a picture

But she did feel a little bad because you must be tired

So she carried you to your room and put you to bed, kissing you goodnight

You had missed out on a childhood so it was nice for your mom to bring you to bed

All in all Natasha was the best thing to happen to you

Despite it being tough, you were thankful for every second of it

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[redgillan]

And they Could Never Tear us Apart - 4

Summary: Canon!AU Bucky doesn’t trust anyone but himself. But after you show up on his doorstep with a shoebox full of old HYDRA files, he finds himself in a very difficult situation: trust a spy or gamble with people’s lives.

Word Count: 2,591

Warnings: Semi-descriptive Sex

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In the aftermath of the attack on the GRC, the world, still licking its wounds after the Blip, became even more chaotic. No one really knew what to do. The Flash Smashers were gone but their message survived.

Bucky took Sam’s advice; he did the work, he brought closure to the victims of the Winter Soldier. It hurt, it hurt like hell but he figured it meant he still had a soul. It always left him emotionally drained, which is why he sought you out after those long nights.

The last one on his list was Yori Nakajima. He dreaded having to talk to the old man, especially after he befriended him. He knew, no matter the outcome, he’d never see Yori again.

Bucky showed up at your door in the middle of the night. You barely slept these days so it didn’t surprise him when he heard you unlock the deadbolt. The moment you opened the door, he could tell you had been expecting him.

He sat heavily on your sofa, shrunk into himself, looking so empty and lonely. You sat next to him, your knees drawn up to your chest, and muted the television before you wrapped your arms around your legs.

“I crossed all the names in my book,” he said, looking straight ahead. “What am I supposed to do now?”

It took you a while to reply. “Whatever you want. Are you still having nightmares?”

“They’re less intense.” He paused for a long moment before his shoulders sagged. “I still don’t know who I am.”

“Who do you want to be?”

He turned his face to look at you, his smile sad. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t have to decide right away.”

He snorted. “It’s too late for me. I’m no longer the Winter Soldier, but I will always be the Winter Soldier. There’s a part of me that craves violence.” He paused, swallowed hard, then glanced at you from the corner of his eye. “I think... maybe violence has always been a part of my life. Even before the Soldier.”

He waited for you to say something but you seemed lost in your thoughts and didn’t answer. The silence grew and Bucky sighed inwardly, already regretting telling you his biggest secret.

The hard to swallow pill was that violence was ingrained into his soul; from his father’s occasional walloping to saving Steve’s ass to boxing to World War II. He never really enjoyed fighting but he was good at it.

“Bucky, life isn’t all black and white,” you said, scooting a little closer to him on the sofa. “We’ve all experienced violence before. It’s part of being human. Violence is dark but helping others is light, and together they make grey. And according to my high school History textbook, you’ve helped others your whole life.” You enumerated on your fingers. “You took care of your family, you took care of Steve Rogers when no one cared about him-”

He tilted his head to look at you, his eyebrows narrowed in amused confusion. “You read about me in high school?”

“Of course,” you replied enthusiastically. “We worked on the Howling Commandos. James Morita, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Dum Dum Dugan, Gabe Jones, Jacques Dernier, James Falsworth.”

He looked down at his lap, blushing. “You have a good memory.”

“You guys were such posers.”

You grinned when that comment made him laugh out loud. His smile was beautiful.

You reached up to touch his cheek and his smile faltered a fraction. “You can be whoever you want, Bucky. You’re in charge of your life. And if the whole world sees you as the Winter Soldier, which I don’t think is true by the way, I know you’ll turn it into something good.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because you’re a good person.”

He took some time to process your words but eventually he leaned almost imperceptibly into your touch, a soft smile on his lips. “You’re pretty wise for your age, Classified.”

“I have an old soul.”

He chuckled, his eyes dropping to your lips. His pulse quickened at the thought of kissing you. Slowly, he leaned in and his nose grazed yours.

You tilted your head up but he could tell you were holding your breath. His mouth hovered over yours before he pressed his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. Then he pulled back to meet your gaze.

You mirrored each other; eyes dark with desire and chests heaving in a staccato rhythm with your racing pulses. You moved first, pulling him into a desperate kiss.

He cupped the side of your face as he kissed you, his other hand went to your waist and encouraged you to straddle his lap. He tilted your head up and trailed kisses down the column of your neck, his lips warm and wet.

Almost unconsciously, you moved your hips back and forth. He followed your rhythm. He felt himself get hard, the sensation so overwhelming and new that he threw his head back with a groan.

Things had escalated fast, and he was already ready to reach his peak.

“Slow down.” He had to grit his teeth to stave off his climax. “It’s been a while.”

You paused, breathless, an excited smile on your face. “It’s like riding a bike.”

“Yeah?” he replied with a crooked smile. He liked seeing you giddy. “Well s’been a while since I rode a bike. Barely got rid of my training wheels.” Without breaking eye contact, he slid his hand under the hem of your shirt. “You’re so fucking soft. How’re you so soft?”

You chuckled, then took his left hand and gingerly slid it under your shirt, testing the coolness of the vibranium. Bucky smiled as he watched you anticipate the coolness of his touch, but his arm was actually pretty hot.

You both laughed softly when you let out a pleased sigh.

“You’re so warm and... strong,” you said, running your hands up his chest, feeling the hard planes of his torso. “You’re here. You’re really here.”

“I’m here.”

“Please don’t disappear.” Your voice wavered and you lowered your face, unable to look at him. He ducked his head to meet your eyes and rubbed the tip of his nose against yours.

“I won’t.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he rose from the sofa with you in his arms. Goddamn super soldier serum! A chill ran through his body when you clung to him. “I won’t go away.”

He carried you to the bedroom and lay you down on the bed. You scooted back against the headboard, resting your head on the pillow.

He held himself above you, his weight balanced on his forearms and his knees planted on either side of your hips. You clung to him, desperate to touch him after years spent alone.

Bucky could read between the lines; you wanted his weight on top of you, you wanted to feel him, make sure he was real. You wanted him to shield you.

He looked down at your hands as you unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time until it hung loose.

You pushed the cotton over his shoulders and let your fingers trace over the bulging muscles in his flesh arm. He sat back and threw his shirt on the floor, his eyes on you. He was breathing hard, looking down at you with a guarded expression.

His scars were on full display. He didn’t move as he waited for your reaction. You rose up on your elbows and traced an old, curved scar on his abdomen. His muscles tightened under your touch. You removed your top, revealing a similar scar above your bellybutton.

You lay back down again and smiled up at him, sweet and inviting. His eyes were transfixed on your bare breast. He hadn’t been in bed with a woman in a really long time and the thought was unnerving.

He remembered the dance halls, flirting, kissing, and touching, but things were different in the 30s. Pre-marital sex was frowned upon, and while he never went all the way with his dates, he was known to be exceptionally good with his tongue.

The night he lost his virginity was also the night he got his orders. He lost it with both his date and Steve’s, a fact that made him quite popular in his unit.

Your smile dropped when he didn’t move. You squirmed uncomfortably and covered your chest with your arms. That pulled him out of his memory.

“Sorry,” he said, climbing out of your lap.

He lay down next to you and stared at the ceiling as he raked a hand through his hair. He could see you from the corner of his eye; your face blank, your arms crossed in an ‘X’ over your chest. You felt humiliated, undesired, and he felt like an asshole.

“I’m sorry.”

You swallowed hard before you spoke. “Please close the door behind you on your way out.”

Your voice was cold, detached, almost robotic, and it made his stomach drop. It had taken you so long to open up to him and he ruined it all in thirty seconds. “It’s not- it’s not what you think.”

You pursed your lips up into a dubious pout and nodded. “Okay, can you leave me alone now?”

“I-” He sat up and buried his face in his hands with a sigh, unable to articulate his thoughts properly. “I mean, look at you! You’re a dream and I haven’t... dreamed since 1943.”

You threw him a curious look, your arms still crossed. You had understood his metaphor and he couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed.

“It’s been a while for me, too,” you said. “Not 1943, but close.”

He rolled his eyes at you, a smile on his lips. You smiled too.

“How about we take it slow?" he said. He moved closer to you and placed his metal hand on your elbow. “It’s been a while but I’m not completely senile yet. If you give me a minute or two, I know I can make you-”

“Daydream?”

He laughed softly. “Yeah, daydream.”

Shivers ran through you when his fingers grazed the exposed skin of your forearms. He slowly uncrossed your arms and kissed the valley between your breasts. He kept eye contact with you as he kissed a path down your stomach, stopping a second to lick your bellybutton.

He stripped you of your remaining clothes and settled between your legs, hooking one of your thighs over his shoulder. You gasped and arched your back when you felt his breath on your thigh.

He shushed you, his lips grazing your inner thigh. “It’s gonna be good. ‘Promise.”

He soothed your whimper with a gentle kiss on the inside of your knee and felt your whole body tensed up in anticipation of another kiss. He smiled to himself and playfully bit your thigh, just hard enough to make you moan. Your face lit up with such pleasure that his confidence soared.

You slammed your arms down at your sides, your shaking hands balled into fists, clutching the sheets. He reached for your hand and linked your fingers together.

It all came back to him; the adrenaline coursing through his veins, the growing pressure in his groin, the way you twined your fingers into his hair, the way you cursed and moaned his name, the satisfying ache in his jaw after you climaxed.

Pleased with himself, he watched your tired body melt into the mattress. You looked exhausted and beautiful. His smile brought out the wrinkles around his eyes. Still holding your hand, he gave it a kiss before you pulled him up.

He obeyed, kissing every inch of your glistening skin on his way up.

“You look too smug,” you said, unbuckling his belt. His smile only grew as he braced himself with his forearms near your head, caging you on the bed. “Wait until I get my hands on you.”

He shook his head. “Won’t last that long.”

You pulled his jeans down in one quick motion and maneuvered his boxers over his erection. He grumbled something under his breath and sighed when he realized his jeans and boxers were wrapped around his ankles.

You slapped a hand over your mouth to stifle a giggle but he heard it anyway. He tilted his head and looked at you with feigned annoyance. “Whatcha laughin’ at, sugar?”

“Sugar?” you asked, a smile dancing at the corner of your lips.

He blushed. “It slipped.”

You didn’t say anything, just smiled gently and brushed your fingers through his hair. He wished he still had long hair.

Your hand caressed his jaw, where you let your thumb run over the faint cleft in his chin, before you traced a path down his side to his hip bone. Your touch was soft, almost too gentle, and he instinctively closed his eyes.

He felt you wiggle onto your side, heard you rummaging through your bedside drawer before you let out a victorious ‘ah-ha!’ followed by the crinkling sound of a condom wrapper being opened.

“You okay? You want me to stop?” you asked. He shook his head, eyes still closed. You raised your hand to his cheek and spoke softly, “Can you talk to me? I don’t want to do anything you might regret.”

“I’m good,” he said through clenched teeth. “Just... y’know... trying to make it last.”

He took the condom and slowly rolled the latex down his length. He wasn’t going to last. He had already recited the alphabet in his head about twenty times.

Every muscle in his body tightened as he finally pushed inside you. A throaty moan escaped his parted lips; something wild and unrestrained. He would have been embarrassed if his head hadn’t been filled with endorphins.

It took him a minute to get used to the sensation but he once he did, he was on you like a beast. He cradled your face and looked into your eyes, gauging your pleasure. It didn’t take him long to figure out what made you gasp.

Sweat began to mist your skin, your moans turning into cries as you rode out your orgasm. Every cell in his body burned, he was so close it was almost painful.

Bucky glanced down the length of your body and watched himself thrust in and out of you. He let out a cry as his body jerked forward. He came down from his high and fell next to you on the bed, breathing hard, his heart galloping in his chest.

The next few minutes were spent in silence as you avoided looking at each other. You shivered, the sweat on your body cooling. Bucky left to dispose of the used condom in a trash can, then went back to bed. Things started to get weird now that your brains were no longer fogged with lust.

“So,” you drawled out, pulling the sheet up to cover your body. “That was fun.”

“Yup. Lots of fun.” He pulled his jeans up and tucked himself away.

A full minute of awkward silence passed before you spoke again. “Just so you know, things are a bit different nowadays, you don’t have to ask for my hand in marriage.”

Rolling his head to the side, Bucky stared at you with his best deadpan face. The corner of your lips started to lift and he could tell you were trying hard to contain your laughter.

He let out an amused snort. “Wow, you really are insufferable.”

Part 5

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[lostalioth]

hii babes, so i was thinking of bucky meeting reader who has the whole 40s aesthetic look (obviously not morals) and when they meet reader gets super excited meeting him while bucky just feels at home with her. just pure fluff

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warnings: fluff, tfatws!bucky x female!reader, reader is yuris neighbor and is also friends with him, meeting bucky

authors note: ahhh I hope I did your request justice I had a bit of a hard time figuring like how or why reader was so excited to meet bucky and I think I like the idea I came up with in the end. I am very sorry if bucky seems out of character, I haven’t actually finished tfatws and so i don’t know how to write that era of bucky well. BUT ENJOY PLEASE!

“God i’m finally done” you sighed as you spoke out loud to nobody in particular. You pulled the last of the clothes you had put in out of the dryer. quickly separating the clothes you had just finished washing into 2 different baskets.

Seeing as about half of them were not yours. They were your neighbors.

Yori Nakajima.

He was a sweet old man who had lost his son a while ago. You knew he was fully capable of doing his own laundry but the only laundry place available to use was quite a far walk away from the apartment complex.

Therefore you had offered to throw his laundry in with yours to try and be as helpful as you could.

Letting out a huff of air as you drop the grey laundry basket full of your clothes. Placing it on top of the blue laundry basket which was full of Yori’s clothes.

After a rather struggle-filled walk of carrying two laundry baskets, which had admittedly blocked a good portion of your line of sight. You had just made it up the stairs to your floor when.

Crash.

You bumped into someone’s rather bilut body just in front of Yori’s door. This had caused the basket that was filled with your clean clothes to now be scattered across the hallway floor. You cursed to yourself under your breath.

“Shit, I’m so sorry” the mysterious blockade had cursed out in a rather raspy voice, causing you to look up from your place where you sat on the floor, attempting to compile your clothes back into the basket.

there he stood.

Bucky Banres.

He wore a simple gray shirt, and a high quality looking leather jacket that looked like it fit him perfectly as well as a pair of leather gloves.

“Let me help you with those” he mumbled as he knelt down attempting to help you with the inconvenience he created. Your eyes go wide as you try to hide the excitement building up inside you. You failed to do so.

“Yo-You’re..” you began as your voice raised with excitement.

“The winter soldier..” he mumbled under his breath as he prepared you to freak out in fear, just as you exclaimed “Bucky Barnes!” This caused his brows to furrow in confusion and stop his current movements.

If you didn’t know him as the past which haunted him, how did you know him? Cause he didn’t know you. He was the one starting to be freaked out now.

Somehow you didn’t hear what he had mumbled and continued “Uh sorry that was probably really creepy um” you shake your head disapprovingly at yourself as you gave him your name. “How do you know me?” He hastily questioned, worried you may be some kind of stalker. “Yeah ah shit sorry” you cursed under your breath.

“Uh so I’m Yori’s neighbor, I live like 2 doors down from him.” You calm down slightly and continue. “I know you, Because he talks about you all the time” you explained as your eyes were still wide and held all the excitement in the world.

He began to lower his defenses as he finally took in your appearance. You wore a delicate blue dress covered in sunflowers. It looked like it was pulled straight from the 40’s. He began taking notice of all your clothes scattered on the floor in front of the two of you.

They all caused him to ring with nostalgia. It had caused this warm feeling of comfort to bubble in his stomach. You reminded him of a happier time in his life.

“Uh, sorry I’m such a mess right now” you chuckle as you cover your flushed face as heat runs rapidly through your whole body. “I’m just very excited to finally get to meet you, Yori talks about you so much and how much you do for him which made me also try my hardest to help him how I could..” you ramble on as Bucky smiled at you fondly.

“And you sounded like such an amazing person, there was no way i didn’t wanna meet you” you sigh as you try letting the excitement pass but it just keeps rising and expanding inside you. You smile all giddy at the man sat on the cold floor in front of you.

“Well I am glad we got to meet” his chest erupted with an adorable chuckle as he had finished picking up the remainder of your clothes while you had been babbling on.

You subconsciously pouted as you didn’t wanna stop talking to him. He caused this unusual feeling of butterflies and excitement to spark in you while you spoke with him.

Little did you know you had also caused an unusual feeling for him of home and comfort while talking to you.

Slowly you had both stood back as you know held both baskets of clothes again. Obscuring less of your view this time around though.

“Okay so please don’t find this weird but um could I have your number?” He questioned shyly. Butterflies began swarming your stomach once again as you managed to squeak out a bit too loud and quickly. “Yes!” you mentally slapped yourself for letting your excitement get the best of you again but begin rambling off the digits to your phone number while he entered it to his phone.

Bucky didn’t know what he was doing, he never did this. But it felt right.

He feels at home with you.

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