#bucky was driving sams truck

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐏𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦

It was an old wives tale that you put no stock in: that a way to a man’s heart was through his stomach — though this time, it worked, and it worked better than you could have ever imagined. 

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ༄ Fireman!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Fireman!Steve Rogers

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ༄ 2.4k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ༄ Fluff, extreme tension of the spicy kind, implication of a poly relationship (Steeb and Bucko are married but it doesn't stop them) and they are menaces

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ༄ Look, I can't help what I did here. I just thought of their uniforms. You're welcome.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ༄ Moments Silence (Common Tongue) by Hozier

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ༄ @stuckybingo 𝗕𝟱 — Firefighter AU — Masterlist

𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It had been a day. And on days like this, you turned to baking; sugar was a sure-fire way to improve anyone’s mood. 

You weren’t sure how you had gone that overboard, though. Your kitchen, once spotless and organised, was in disarray with trays of muffins and cookies that were overloaded to the point they were almost overflowing. 

It wasn’t a baking disaster, no — it was just a severe overestimation of the ingredients, that’s all.

The clouds out of your kitchen window looked stormy and grey, and a steady breeze rustled the trees lining your yard, and you sighed, glancing back down at the array of sweets. You came to a decision then. The firemen — and firewomen — at your local station; they were always giving to the community, fearlessly putting their lives on the line to save others and help them.

They deserved some sweet treats, too. 

With your arms ladened with containers of baked goods, you placed them on the back seat of your car and then started the engine. The fire station of your small town wasn’t too far away, so you cranked up the volume of your radio and began the quick drive, a big smile on your face.

There was a bus parked just down the road with the sign for children boarding, and the smile on your face widened. Today must have been field trip day, and where better to do it than here? Children were standing just inside the station's roller doors where a truck sat, lights flashing bright; red and blue bouncing and reflecting off of gleeful, childish smiles. 

You hummed quietly to yourself and parked your car, a small distance away to keep the driveway clear — after all, emergencies didn’t stop just because children and baked goods appeared. 

A loud whoop of a siren echoed as you made your way to the open roller door and the children squealed, making you grin behind the towering containers in your arms, overjoyed to have picked such a cheerful day to share. 

“Kids, settle down,” a deep voice called, the smile evident in the tone. You peered around the doorway and saw a fireman, a toothy smile surrounded by an immaculate goatee. “Now, are you ready to see how we get down the pole,” the man pointed over his shoulder towards the shining fireman’s pole by the stairs, “over there?”

A collective cheer came from the children and you lowered your arms just a little bit so you could see over the top container better. The doorway was partially in the way so you stepped inside, and the man spotted you. “Hi there,” he said, and you smiled back. “Just a minute. Buck can help you when he gets down here.”

“No worries at all,” you said, and Sam — as his name badge on his chest showed — winked before turning back towards the pole.

“Buck, Steve! Show these kids how it’s done.”

Heaven above, you were not ready for what would come sliding down that damned pole. 

The squeak from the sole of boots and the pull of skin against metal sounded and your mouth opened in a quiet gasp, the containers nearly tumbling from your arms. 

A blonde man, the size of a fucking tree, you swore, slid down first. The pants of his uniform were held up by red suspenders that lay over an extremely muscled chest, on full display through an extremely tight grey shirt. He landed on the cement floor with a grunt and spread his arms out, a wide, toothy grin on his face as he took in the clapping children. 

“C’mon, Buck,” he called, looking up at the hole in the roof. “Get down ‘ere!”

It was a miracle that the children cheered again, because the noise that left you when ‘Buck’ slid down the pole was not dignified. 

‘Buck’ was just as, if not, taller than the blonde you assumed now was Steve, and definitely broader. Dark brown hair fell down his face in strands while the rest was kept up in a messy bun. His grin was wide, happy, and bright, and his face was covered in a light dusting of stubble. The dark red, almost burgundy shirt that he was wearing was arguably tighter than Steve’s.

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered when Bucky stood next to Steve, throwing a tattooed arm over Steve’s shoulder, grinning down at the kids that barely reached their knees. “Oh, fuck.”

Fate wanted to laugh at you, however, because it was at that moment that both Steve and Buck looked over at the open doorway, their grins growing wider by tenfold once they managed a glance at your floundering expression. 

“Take care a’her,” Sam, the man with the goatee said before gathering and herding the kids towards the far wall, where uniforms and helmets hung ash stained, but proud.

They sauntered over, and it was all you could do to not fall to the floor with wobbling knees. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” Steve said brightly, and you bit back a whimper. “What can we do for you?”

Uselessly, you glanced between the two of them – struck by how damn handsome they were up close. It put all your calendars to shame. 

“Doll?” Buck said, raising a brow and offering his arms to take the containers. “Lemme take them for you.”

“Thank you,” you squeaked, immediately growing anxious at the loss of the barrier you had to hide behind. “I-I baked them for you guys, as a thank you for all you do for us–”

“Is that a batch of cookies I see?”

Bucky turned at the voice, but Steve was still staring at you, a smirk growing on his pretty pink lips–stop it! You chided yourself. 

“Clint, back off, they’re mine!” Buck yelled, pulling the containers tighter to his chest and shifting closer to Steve until their shoulders bumped.

A snort sounded behind them and you watched another blond approach, rolling his eyes. “Yeah,” Clint said, waving a hand as he entered what looked like an office. “Like your husband would protect you when he could take them all for himself.”

Immediately you looked at Bucky’s left hand, ignoring the way the intricate tattoos contrasted against his skin in the light, and saw two gold bands — one wider than the other with black and red stones. You felt crestfallen, it was a shame–

“What’re you staring at, sweetheart?” Steve piped up suddenly, a dangerously mischievous glint in his eyes. “You eyein’ up my husband?”

The ground couldn’t swallow you whole quick enough, and your eyes widened. “No!”

Buck laughed and shook his head. “Like you weren’t enjoyin’ it, punk.” The containers shifted in his arms and he offered his hand. “I’m Bucky, and this here is Steve.” You offered your name and gasped as Bucky pulled on your hand, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. 

“Stop swooning and just ask her out for coffee, you fool,” Steve snapped and rolled his eyes, taking the containers from Bucky and striding away, pausing only to wink at you. 

Time had frozen. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “What the hell just happened?”

“Ignore him, he’s an idiot,” Bucky said, staring at what you would guess to be Steve’s ass as he walked away. “Anyway,” he turned back to you and you realised belatedly that he was still holding your hand. “Thank you, doll, we appreciate it a lot.”

You looked up at him and smiled the best you could — you were still reeling from the shock of whatever the hell just happened. “You’re welcome,” you said quietly, and Bucky tilted his head slightly. It was like a punch to the gut, seeing his hair brush against his cheeks, and the way his grey eyes shone in the light. “I better go–”

“Where you goin’?” Bucky interrupted. He was still not letting go of your hand. 

Staring up at him, you struggled for words before settling on, “Home.”

Bucky raised a single brow in question, and shook his head slightly, as if amused. “You don’t sound so sure about that, honey.”

Oh, god, you thought. 

“Come stay a while, the kids are leavin’ soon,” Bucky said, gesturing towards the kids with a nod of his head. “And this way we can give our compliments to the baker directly.” His smirk — god, it would be the death of you. “I owe you a coffee, c’mon.”

The tug on your hand was like a jumpstart to your heart, and you followed on autopilot while Bucky walked towards another door. His heavy boots slapped against the floor and you watched his back ripple as he walked, barely restraining yourself to just reach out and run your hand over the muscle, to feel the power and strength of them. 

“There he is,” Steve said suddenly, his head poking out the door just ahead. “I was about to come and pull you off her.”

“Like you wouldn’t join in, punk,” Bucky huffed, and you stiffened, your mind racing. Just what kind of marriage was this? 

The door opened and Bucky pulled you inside. It was a breakroom of some description with lockers lining one side of the room, while tables littered the middle, surrounded by mismatched soft chairs. A red-haired woman was perched on a black chair just inside the entry, while a younger man stood at the lockers – both of them were staring right at you as you entered behind Bucky, the young man with wide eyes, the woman with narrowed eyes, like she was appraising you.

“Who’s this?” The red-head asked, a sly smirk pulling at her lips when she glanced down to see Bucky still holding your hand.

“This is the lovely dove that baked us all these goodies,” Clint piped up suddenly behind you. 

The young man ran towards Steve who was setting out the baked treats, snatching one with a laugh when Steve pushed him away. “Kid, you got no damn patience, d’you?”

“No,” he answered, and he looked at you, waving happily. “I’m Peter, by the way.”

“Hi Peter,” you said softly. Bucky pulled you closer again and you were suddenly against his side, his arm over your shoulder and all you could smell was him — woodsmoke, some kind of spice, and just Bucky. You gulped quietly and smiled at the red-head who stood slowly and made her way over to the table, then Steve. “I hope you like them,” you gestured to the containers.

“Make way!”

Bucky pulled you to stand beside the door and the man with the goatee appeared, grinning happily and making a beeline to the table of containers. “That’s Sam,” Bucky whispered, pointing at Sam’s back with the hand over your shoulder. “He’s the fire chief.” Then he pointed at the woman, a slight smile on his lips when you looked up at him. “That’s Nat, and I am terrified of her.”

“I heard that, Barnes,” Nat said suddenly, her back still to you as she perused what was on offer. “Watch it.”

Unseen by her, Bucky grimaced exaggeratedly and saluted. You laughed.

“Alright,” Steve said, clapping his hands. He took a seat on a couch you didn’t notice before and he patted the cushion next to him. “Come sit down, sweetheart,” he said, though you had no choice because Bucky had started to steer you towards him. “You deserve to enjoy your baking, too.”

You landed with an oof against Steve’s side, and Bucky followed, sitting on the free cushion with a loud groan. “Haven’t sat down all day,” he complained. Steve rolled his eyes and offered you a muffin that you took with a smile. 

The containers slowly emptied and so did the room. Clint, Natasha, Peter, and Sam had filtered out to the office, leaving you alone with Steve and Bucky. 

“So, sweetheart,” Steve purred suddenly, and your gaze snapped to his face. You could feel Bucky shift next to you but you were trapped in Steve’s gaze, a deer in headlights. “What d’you say, huh?”

You baulked, not even registering Bucky’s hand on your shoulders, slowly moving up to grip the back of your neck. “What?”

Steve chuckled and Bucky huffed a laugh, putting more pressure on the back of your neck – enough to cause you to shiver. “Come home with us, doll,” Bucky said, his voice low and hoarse. A shudder flew up your spin and you couldn’t form words. It was all too much of a shock–

An alarm echoed in the breakroom and you jumped a foot in the air. 

“Damn it all,” Steve groaned.

Bucky looked to the ceiling and let go of your neck. “Always the fuckin’ way.”

“What’s happening?” You asked, looking between the two as they got to their feet, slight frowns on their lips. 

“Time to go save lives,” Steve winked. “Tell ‘er, Buck, I’ll see you out there.”

You watched Bucky nod and offer a hand to pull you up, only when you took it, he pulled you tight to his chest, a slight chuckle rumbling in his throat when you let out a small noise of surprise. His hands gripped your shoulders and pushed you back so he had to bend slightly to look you in the eye, it was all you could do to not whine needily at the action — why was he so damn tall, you cursed. 

“Here,” Bucky said, pulling a small card and a pen from his pants pocket. He stood there for a second scrawling something, and then he handed it to you. It was a phone number. “Call me later.”

There was a shout from out by the truck and Bucky winced. “I gotta go, doll,” he rushed, and he placed a quick kiss on your cheek, the stubble on his jaw tickling slightly. 

“Okay,” you said numbly, still in shock. Bucky smiled and ran from the room; the yells of his crew audible even over the alarm. Slowly, you ran your finger over where he kissed your cheek. 

You couldn’t shake the warmth you felt when you sat next to Steve, nor could you shake the comfort you felt from Bucky’s touch. It was surreal. They were married to one another, but yet, here they were so openly flirting with you – you were intrigued, happy even for that fact.

Suddenly, as you walked back to your car parked a small way away, thumbing at the small card in your hand, you realised bringing treats to the station may have just changed your life. 

And you could not wait.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

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[buckyalpine]

Catch Me If You Can 1/3

Mob!Bucky x Single mom police officer Reader 

This is a crack fic, ridiculousness, cuteness, angstttt. 

Warnings: Kidnapping, fluffffff, single mom reader, crappy ex, Mob Bucky is a whole ass warning 

LMK how you feel about these 2 

Part 2

Part 3

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The plan was simple. Not the most ideal, not the first thing the mob boss would have planned to but desperate times called for desperate measures. He needed this shipment to go through and he was done being patient. 

“We gotta move quick” Bucky murmured, driving slowly behind the target, the dark windows of the SUV making it impossible to see who was inside. As soon as the traffic light turned red, they stopped the truck, swinging the doors open and stepping in front of their mark. 

“Hey! What are you-” 

“Shh, just get in the car” Bucky towered over him, his face stern, cocking an eyebrow at the big eyes that stared up at him. Sam and Steve were by his side with equally stoic expressions, nodding to the open door, their hostage reluctantly getting into the backseat with an annoyed huff. They drove to Bucky’s club, target in tow as they made their way to the office, strange looks exchanged by patrons, looking at Bucky’s latest captive. 

Steve shut the door while Bucky strode across the room to answer a call, breathing a sigh of relief hearing the deal had gone off without a hitch. Nothing had been seized and the deal was set, thanks to his last minute decision. He reached for a crystal decanter, pouring a glass of whiskey for himself when a voice caught his attention. 

“Why am I here” Bucky turned around to face all 4 feet, 2 inches of his hostage, little furrowed brows knitted in the middle, arms crossed with his chest puffed out, a heavy bookbag making his solid stance a little wobbly. “Is this because my mommy wants to put you in jail?” Bucky nearly choked on his whisky while Steve snorted, doing a poor job to mask his laugh. “I can see why. Kidnapping is against the law” 

By this point, both Sam and Steve were nearly on the floor, attempting to keep their stoic expressions on by covering their mouths, covering their laugh with a cough. Bucky raised a brow, not sure if he was insulted or impressed at the sass and lack of fear the 8 year old had. None of them were exactly fans of anything that involved children. It was an unspoken rule; children were always left untouched. He had to break that rule this time though, knowing if things had gone south, it would have led to a gang war which would have been far worse than the stunt he just pulled kidnapping a police offers son. 

Police officer. 

Bucky had most of the justice system and law enforcement at his fingertips, all happily bowing to his bidding, letting his deals and illegal activities slip under the radar. Most were more than happy to comply with what he asked. Most were happy to turn a blind eye. 

Except the departments newest officer. 

The absolute bane of his very existence.

The only person who had actually ever managed to get him arrested though he was quickly released; no one else wanting to get on his bad side by actually pressing charges. 

But you refused to back down.

At first Bucky brushed it off, figuring you’d get with the program and eventually quieten down but no. You were constantly there, making his job more difficult than it had to be, your irritatingly righteous need to keep the city free of gang activity driving him up the wall. 

The last straw was a few weeks ago when he had set up an arms deal with the East side of the city, an exchange of weapons, but more importantly, a possible alliance between groups. Things going successfully would mean more protection for both the North and East and stronger joint front. You had managed to track communication between the groups, readying a team to shut down the exchange, ignoring the warnings you got from the mob boss. 

Bucky was done playing nice. 

It was more than the police just showing up. His power meant everyone listened to him. No one, not even the law disobeyed or strayed from his word. A single officer looking to take him down would have shown weakness; that he didn’t have all the control he should have. Weak links were unacceptable.

Which lead to his plan.

To hold onto your son for awhile so you’d abandon the plan you’d put together, none of your colleagues willing to stop anything on their own, everyone retreating far away from the deal while it took place. 

And it worked. 

He had managed to take your son while he was on his way home from school and you had been informed of his location. Everything else went smoothly; problem solved. Still, nothing prepared him for how unbothered and how at ease his little captive would be. 

“I’m guessing you’re the man mommy calls -” Your son blinked at Bucky, chewing his lips, thinking for a moment before continuing. “She says I can’t use those words. I’m gonna call you Uncle Bucky” He shrugged, plopping onto the chair, grabbing one of Bucky’s fountain pens, proceeding to doodle on a notepad on the desk. 

“You-you can’t-” For the first time in his life Bucky found himself speechless, looking incredulously at the little boy proceed to draw, the mop of dark brown hair on his head, covering his eyes slightly. 

“It’s Mr. Barnes” He muttered, while your son tossed his book bag off to grab a comic book that was inside, drawing a character that was on the cover. 

“It’s Jordan” your son replied, now fully focused on his Batman cartoon. 

“I like this kid” Steve half wheezed while Bucky stared at the little thing in front of him, his lips struggling to stay in a firm line, the corners itching to tug up into a smile. 

“Mommy said you’re a bad man” He piqued, looking at the mob boss from the corner of his eye, “I can’t say you did yourself any favors today Mr. Uncle Bucky” 

Before Steve and Sam could full on belly laugh, your panicked voice carried through the bar, nearing the office. 

“Jordan? Jordan!”  The office doors slammed open to your frantic face, running over to your little one as soon as your eyes landed on him, scooping him in your arms, “Baby, are you okay?”

Bucky felt his heart soften for a moment, watching your heart break and mend itself all at once as soon as you had your son wrapped in your arms again. He shook his head, reminding himself of why he took your son in the first place, ignoring the warmth that was trying to melt his soul. 

“You fu-” You bit your tongue, taking deep breath, keeping in mind there were little ears listening. “How could you?!”

“Had to get a message across doll, you don’t seem to listen” Bucky shrugged while you let out a law growl, hauling your son up and grabbing his school bag, wanting to get him out of there and back home more than anything else. 

“This isn’t over” You shot over your shoulder before leaving the office and exiting the bar. Bucky couldn’t help but smirk slightly, he didn’t like you but he couldn’t help but admire the fiery fearless side of you that never backed down, not even to him. 

“M’sure it isn’t, mama bear” Bucky murmured to himself, inspecting the little doodle your son left behind; an image of Batman and a small Robin. 

Of course you were not able to do anything about the kidnapping; none of the higher ups were willing to put their neck on the line to arrest Bucky and your boss shrugged, giving you a very pointed I told you so look. 

Jordan also seemed unaffected with the whole ordeal, often asking you what Uncle Bucky was up to these days as if he were a colleague from work. Truthfully, you were not even 100% what Bucky had been up to. Things had been suspiciously calm ever since the incident happened and while you were thankful for some peace and quiet, you wondered if he was up to something. 

Nothing was ever quiet with that man. 

Meanwhile you also had other problems to deal with. While work calmed down, your stress was higher than ever looking at the number of missed calls on you phone from Jordan’s father. The very man who decided he wanted nothing to do with either of you the day you found out you were pregnant. The man who promptly kicked you out of the house to fend for yourself. The man who had now decided would be a great time to reenter your sons life and be a stand up father. 

And maybe get some spousal benefits from your job. 

You could never catch a break. 

A few weeks later - Bucky’s office

“You kept this, huh?” Steve picked up the doodle on Bucky’s desk, smiling at the way Bucky’s eyes grew wide before trying to back to his signature frown.  

“Didn’t notice” Bucky lied, though his best friend could see right through him, knowing Bucky didn’t keep just anything on his table, every single item on the desk having a purpose. 

“He kinda reminds me of you” Steve pointed out, thinking back to all the times little Bucky had stood up for him when they were kids, putting on a brave face in front of the meanest. “Kinda looks like you too” 

“Hm” Bucky grunted, wondering himself why he still had the picture. He made a conscious decision not to throw it out; each time he had to write something down, he’d grab a paper below it and carefully put the drawing back on top. Steve was right; Jordan did look like him when he was little and had the same feisty, sassy personality as he did though he was sure the bravery your son had was from you. 

You.

In a strange way, Bucky missed having to deal with your nagging and threats to take him down; business had been quiet so there wasn’t a reason for you to chase after him. You made things interesting; it’s not that he wanted anyone to make his job harder than it had to be but sometimes the challenge was nice. Plus it didn’t hurt that you absolutely gor-

For fucks sake. 

“I need a drink” Bucky shook his head, flicking away the odd feeling he started to feel in his tummy, deciding he needed something stiff over whatever he had stashed in his office. Steve snorted, easily reading his friends thoughts while they made their way to a locked cabinet below the bar counter, fishing for something that would silence unnecessary thoughts. He grabbed a glass, dropping in two ice cubes and filling the glass, taking a long draw of the dark liquid before his attention was pulled elsewhere. 

Bucky’s eyes grew wide seeing the mop of dark hair and big eyes make its way through the crowded bar, customers giving each other strange glances at the little boy with a school bag who had no business being in a gang leaders club.   

“Kid, what are you-

“Mommy’s hurt” Jordan looked up at Bucky with teary eyes, swallowing away the lump that formed in his throat, putting his best brave face on instead, now wasn’t the time to cry. 

“What?”

“She - someone hurt her” 

The thought of someone hurting you sent a surge of anger through Bucky, his jaw clenching as he slammed his glass down. It was ironic, considering the number of times he had wished you would disappear but not like this. Not once had he ever thought of hurting you; at the end of the day, you had always stood for what was right. 

“Where is she” Bucky took Jordan’s hand in his, holding it firmly to ground him while making his way outside and towards the SUV. He didn’t have to even look at Steve to know he was already by his side and sliding into the drivers seat. 

“Home, we live on-”

“I know where you live kid” Bucky chuckled slightly while Steve was already weaving through traffic and pulling up to your street, screeching to a halt in front of your house. 

Bucky helped Jordan hop out of the SUV and lead him to you, the front door left while open with the handle broken off. There were clear signs of a struggle, seeing broken pictures on the floor and a few dents in the walls, the mess continuing all the way up the stairs to your bedroom. Bucky instructed Jordan to wait downstairs with Steve, worried about what condition he was going to find you in. 

You were holding yourself up against the wall, your arm clutching your bloodied side, putting pressure on the gash that sliced you. Your head still throbbing from where you had been hit. You could barely register what was happening, gasping at the sound of Bucky’s voice suddenly in your room. 

“C’mon, doll” His arm snaked around you, pulling you to his, holding up some of your weight. 

“Where are we going” You wanted to fight back but the pain was making you dizzy and spots were starting to cloud your vision. 

“We’re -woah-” Bucky caught you before you slipped, scooping you in his arms, bridal style “We’re going to get you fixed up” He spoke softly, carrying you out of your room and carefully down the stairs towards the SUV. You were in too much pain to protest, slipping in and out of consciousness during the drive over. 

Steve had already slipped Jordan into the front seat, the both of them chatting over who would win in a hotdog eating competition; Superman, Batman or the Joker. He could see Jordan sneak worried glances behind him to look over at you, fidgeting with the straps of his backpack. 

“She’ll be okay” Steve whispered to him, giving him a reassuring smile as he pulled up to the mansion. “Your mama’s strong, y’know she’s the only one Uncle Bucky is scared of” He gave your son a wink before helping him out of the car and opening the door so Bucky could carry you to his room. He carefully set you down on his bed, wasting no time grabbing a first aid kit he kept tucked under the bed for emergencies while you groaned, trying to sit up. 

“Barnes, what are you-”

“Just lie down doll, let me clean this up first” He carefully lifted your blouse to assess how bad the injury was, soaking a cotton ball in some disinfectant.

“Ah!-” You winced, hissing out in pain at the saturated cotton ball Bucky pressed onto your skin, cleaning the area as gently as he could, his focus shifting between getting you better and wondering who did this to you. He’d have to worry about that later. 

“Sorry, sorry” Bucky murmured, gently blowing onto the cleaned area, cooling your skin before grabbing a needle and threat, starting on some sutures to close the gash. “I’ll be quick, just bear with me” You gritted your teeth feeling the needle poke you.

“How-how do you know how to do this” Your voice was strained, struggling to keep it steady while Bucky threaded the needle as gently and quickly as possible, neatly closing off the gash. 

“Gotta know this in my line of work, sugar” He smirked giving you a lopsided grin when you rolled your eyes, squeaking when he gently pushed you back down when you tried to get up. “Rest for a bit” 

You reluctantly laid against the plush mattress looking up at the baby blue eyes softly peering down at you, the same blue eyes your normally wanted to poke out of frustration. 

“I’ll be fine, we can go ho-” You were going to say you could go home but it was clear home wasn’t the safest option, not after what had just happened. 

“C’mon, stay here for the night” He wasn’t exactly going to leave you room to do anything else, there was no way he was going to let you go home after what he had just seen. He was more than happy to sleep in a tent outside of his own home if it meant you’d just stay somewhere safe. “At least for today” 

“I-we can’t-Jordan-” 

“-WOULD LOVE TO STAY HERE” 

Bucky let out a genuine laugh hearing your sons voice carried through the doorway where he was clearly eavesdropping. You snorted, shaking your head and closing your eyes at your sons antics, exhaustion making it hard for you to move anyway. 

“We shouldn’t be here” You whispered, feeling your conscious battle within yourself. You were supposed to be fighting for the right side of the law. Bucky was the opposite of that. Then why didn’t this feel wrong? You’d spent countless hours trying to put him away. So why did you feel so safe? 

“I don’t-

“Just for tonight” Bucky stated softly but firmly, leaving you little room to argue. He grabbed you a tshirt and some joggers of his, letting you clean off and chance while he slipped out of the room. He was met with curious eyes peering up at him, your son patiently waiting to know if you were okay. 

“She’s okay, just getting cleaned up. Let your mama rest” Bucky whispered, leading Jordan to the TV room where Peter was busying himself with video games. “Hey Parker, brought you a worthy opponent” Peter grinned, handing Jordan a controller and shifting over so he could plop down beside him. 

“She’s gonna be okay?” Jordan whispered up at Bucky, feeling a sense of calm around the man his mom usually used no-no words to describe. Surely he couldn’t be that bad? 

“No one’s stronger than your mama” Bucky smiled, ruffling his hair before coming back to check on you. You had slipped back into bed, ignoring the way Bucky’s clothes were soft and comfy to wear, his scent making your insides flutter unnecessarily. 

“Don’t you look cozy, officer” Bucky smirked, sauntering over with a glass of water and pain killers, leaving them on the bedside table for you. You rolled your eyes though gratefully taking 2 tablets for your aching head. 

“Where’s Jordan?” 

“Currently beating everyone’s ass in Mario Kart” 

“This doesn’t mean you’re off the hook Barnes” You tried to keep your voice firm but the playful smirk he was giving you was infectious. You bit your lip to keep your lips from tugging up, choosing to frown more instead but that only seemed to egg him on more. 

“Course, darlin’“ He drawled out, giving you a wink before bidding you good night, “Wouldn’t have it any other way” He turned the light off and gently shut the door, making his way back down to make sure Jordan had something for dinner. 

You pulled the covers up, sighing into the soft plush pillows and sheets, letting sleep take over, ignoring the way your inner conscious continued to debate itself. He didn’t have to help you. Didn’t have to keep you safe. Didn’t have to do any of this and yet here you were. You and your son. Both safe. Because of him. 

Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all...

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[livingincolorsagain]

apparently the Still Not Funny deleted scene is about Bucky ‘bringing a treat to Sam's family gathering’, and after talking to @logicheartsoul about it, i obvs had to write something

It was a joke.

Sam’d—very casually, if he’d say so himself—invited Bucky to the cookout. He’d been trying to relax into Bucky’s lone armchair, the TV on and playing something he’d never seen before.

Bucky, who had been sitting on the ground and leaning into the side of the chair, had froze, very minutely, then relaxed, asked what he should bring.

Sam had, very dryly, said, “Ice cream cake,” because Bucky’d tried to make them breakfast that morning and almost burned the eggs to a crisp. Sam was just being cautious, and yeah, okay, maybe also a little shit, but mostly cautious.

Bucky, the biggest little shit to have ever existed, took it personally, apparently, because here he was now, sunglasses on, wearing Sam’s Henley, driving Sam’s truck and joking with Sam’s nephews, carrying a lopsided ice cream cake that was very bravely fighting for its life in the heat of the afternoon.

Sam’s stupid, stupid heart did a stupid, stupid somersault.

He went on taking pictures and joking around and filling up his plate, feeling light and happy and on the edge of something wonderful, then Bucky was close, sunglasses hanging from the collar of his—Sam’s—Henley, his cheeks a bright red from the setting sun.

“Hey,” he said, voice light and so soft.

“Hey yourself.”

“Want a piece of cake?”

Sam gave him a flat look. “You’re not funny.”

Bucky’s smile went bigger, brighter, like he immediately knew what Sam was talking about.

“Dunno what you’re talking about,” he said.

“You’re full of shit,” Sam said, “and, still not funny. You’re not funny.”

“I just couldn’t come empty-handed, Samuel, I have manners.”

“You brought an ice cream cake.”

“It was a no-brainer, honestly.”

Sam rolled his eyes, fighting back a smile, then he turned back to watch the gentle waves and the sky as it changed colors.

The music was dying down, the day slowing and easing into the evening. Bucky was still standing just a step behind him, and Sam could feel his eyes on him.

His heart skipped a little as Bucky knocked his knuckles against his shoulder.

“Come on,” he said, so soft once again.

And Sam turned, gave into the urge and wrapped his arm around his shoulder to pull him closer.

Bucky came easily, his warmth seeking into Sam’s alright sun-warmed body, until it was almost too much.

He didn’t pull away.

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[theidiotwhowritesthings]

The Color of Blood

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: canon violence, mentions of blood, cursing

Word Count: 2,608

Summary: In this world, a person didn’t discover color until they locked eyes with their soulmate. As an agent of SHIELD, finding your soulmate was hardly a priority. Especially since you were currently dealing with the shocking discovery that HYDRA had been pulling the strings behind SHIELD actions this entire time. Life was all about timing, and you were about to find out that your timing was absolute shit.

You shifted in the seat uncomfortably. Natasha, to your right, shot you an apologetic look, but it was hardly sincere considering the smirk she wore. You had drawn the short straw, so you were sitting bitch between her and Agent Sitwell. More like Agent Judas. You were still in shock that an organization you had dedicated most of your life to had actually been HYDRA infested this entire time. Of all the missions you ran, you wondered how many had been fueled by HYDRA’s goals and desires. It physically hurt your heart to linger on that thought.

“HYDRA doesn’t like leaks.” Sitwell snapped as he leaned towards where Sam was driving. His thigh pressed up against yours and you were not discreet in shoving him off you.

Sam shook his head, eyes on the road, “Then why don’t you try sticking a cork in it?”

“Insight’s launching in 16 hours.” Natasha chimed in and you glanced down at the watch on your wrist.

You bit back an aggravated groan, “As per usual, we’re cutting this save the world thing kind of close.”

“That does seem to be our style.” Natasha hummed from beside you.

Steve glanced back with a nod, “We’re gonna use Sitwell to bypass the DNA scanners and access the helicarriers directly.”

“What?!” Sitwell shoved forward and you had to physically resist throwing his limb off of you. “Are you crazy!? That is a terrible idea.”

“Look, Sitwell--” You snapped in anger, but the low thud of something hitting the roof of the car made you pause as everyone’s eyes shot up. Seconds later an arm smashed through the backseat window, grabbed Sitwell, and ripped him out of the car. You turned just in time to watch a large truck smash into the man. The arm disappeared from view and you heard the familiar sound of a gun. “Nat!”

Your old friend was already ahead of you. She leapt forward, into Steve’s lap, as a bullet fired down into the backseat to your right. Natasha called out your name, but just like her you were already moving. You reached up front grabbing Sam’s shoulder. A bullet fired toward Steve, Natasha yanking him forward and out of the way, and another was fired at Sam, but you were able yank him to the side so it hit the headrest.

Steve reached out and slammed the emergency break bringing the car to a screeching halt. Natasha rolled off Steve onto the floorboard and your own head slammed forward into the edge of the seat. It caused you to bite down on your lip hard, and when you brought your finger to your mouth a warm liquid coated your fingers.

People told you blood was red, and you weren’t entirely sure what that meant, it wasn’t something you could picture, but the shade of gray on your fingers was immensely familiar to you. Over the years, you had become well-versed in that particular shade of gray.

All eyes looked forward as the man on the roof, who had flown off, managed to flip over and land with ease. His metal fingers digging into the asphalt bringing up bright sparks. He slowly stood up, and you only hesitated for a second before pulling your gun out of your holster and aiming it forward. Before you, or Natasha, could get a single round out, something slammed into the back of the car forcing you forward again as glass exploded behind you.

“Fuck!” You barked in both jarring surprise and pain. You managed to keep your hand on your weapon as the car slid forward, but the Winter Soldier leapt from the road and landed back on top of the car. Sam slammed on the brakes, but it only filled the air with the sound of squealing tires since the men behind you were still ramming into your car. You turned and fired a round of shots, but not a single one pierced the bullet proof glass.

When you turned to reload, you watched as a metal hand crashed through the windshield, grabbed the steering wheel, and ripped it out. Sam leaned back in surprise and barked, “Shit!”

Natasha, who got a hand on her weapon again, fired rounds into the roof while you struggled to get a new clip into your gun. The Winter Soldier jumped off the roof and onto the front of the car behind you. Finally reloaded, you began to turn so you could fire, but the truck slammed into the car again and suddenly the car spun sharply to the side.

It was going to flip.

Steve realized this the same second you did, and he caught you off guard when he reached into the backseat, his fist tightly bunched into your shirt, and ripped you into the front seat.

“Hang on!” He yelled and the next moments were a blur. The kind of blur you assumed only a super solider would be able to follow. One moment you were in the car, and the next you were lying on Steve’s chest, beside Natasha, with Sam pressed on top of you. Sparks flew around the group of you as the car continued to roll, while the car door slid along the road. It all happened in seconds, and it couldn’t last. Sam slipped off first, rolling off to the side, and you were the next to fall off while Steve and Natasha continued to careen down the road.

Your body slammed into asphalt hard and the world around you spun a few times as you rolled along the hard surface. When you finally stopped it took a second to catch your breath and gather your bearings. Despite the pain, you pushed yourself to stand. Sam was off to the side, in good enough condition, and hiding behind a car. Up ahead were Steve and Natasha.

The truck stopped and you watched in shock as the Winter Soldier was handed a grenade launcher. A curse was half out of your mouth as you realized you had lost your gun in the fray and the Soldier fired his own weapon. Steve threw his shield up in time, but it hit him dead on and sent him flying back. Steve clipped the hood of a car, flipped over, and then disappeared off the side of the bridge.

Natasha’s eyes caught yours and you nodded once. Years of working together meant words often weren’t needed. She’d be on the bridge with Sam, you needed to cover Steve. Gunfire filled the air as you sprinted to the side of the bridge and jumped. When your feet left the concrete, you fired a zipline from the gauntlet on your wrist that dug into the concrete and rappelled you down just slow enough that you didn’t end up a smudge on the ground.

Steve had been thrown into a bus that now sat on its side. You unclipped the used cord and sprinted to the front of the bus. Screaming and gunfire still filled the air and you helped a few people near the front of the bus out of the vehicle while telling them to run to safety.

“Steve!” You yelled and ducked under the broken glass to get into the bus. You spotted the blond lying on his back slowly shifting up and made your way toward him. Each person you passed you dragged up and told them to run. “Steve!”

You grabbed his shoulder and helped him sit up. He grunted in pain, “Nat and Sam?”

“On the bridge, last I saw.” You replied. “Shield?”

“Lost it on the road.” Steve motioned to the front of the bus, “Get out. Get everyone on the street to safety. Now.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You turned and climbed out of the bus back onto the street. A familiar face ran past you on the other side of the street ducking behind cars. Natasha. That meant Sam was up there alone? You didn’t have time to linger on the thought. You ran forward and began to herd civilians out of crashed cars and down the street. The slamming of another car made you glance back to see the Winter Soldier land harshly on the roof of a car under the bridge.

Bad sign. Very bad sign.

Heavy artillery fire echoed behind you and you moved even quicker. As you sprinted down the street looking for Natasha with the Winter Soldier slowly stalking down the road towards the two of you, you spotted a small group of people huddled behind a car off to the side. You veered off the road to them.

“You can’t stay here, it isn’t safe.” You barked and began to drag them down the sidewalk. A car exploded into a ball of fire behind you. Shit, he was close. You ripped your jacket off, wrapping it around your arm quickly, and then slammed your elbow into the glass on a storefront door so it shattered. You reached in to unlock it, then herded the people inside, “Get all the way to the back and stay hidden!”

You dropped your jacket and didn’t bother picking it back up. Instead, you took off again knowing Natasha would be facing the Soldier alone if you didn’t get there in time. As you sprinted around the corner you spotted Natasha jump onto the Winter Soldier’s shoulders. She used a cord to try and choke him out, but his arm stopped the move entirely. You ran in, without hesitation, and slammed into the Soldier’s back with a grunt in hopes it would jar him enough that Natasha could get a grip. She managed to tighten the hold just a bit, but a thick leg kicked out, backwards, and the asset’s boot slammed into your chest sending you sprawling back and into the side of a car.

With a cry of pain, you fell forward onto your chest. You desperately sucked in a sharp breath, trying to regain the air you lost, and as you shifted to try and get up you felt your entire body ache. The ribs on your right side were broken, you recognized that pain. Natasha must have gotten thrown off too, she was across the road, and she gave you the signal to retreat before throwing a widow bite onto the Soldier’s arm.

Despite the pain, you sprinted toward her and as the Winter Soldier slumped over to try and regain control of his arm, you and her ran down the side road. This one was still crowded with people who were too panicked to listen when you told them to get the hell out of the way. Luckily for them, unlucky for you, it seemed the asset’s main focus was on the two of you.

A shot rang through the air and Natasha cried out in pain while stumbling forward. You cursed and grabbed her, pulling her behind a car, while she tried to refocus through the pain. A through and through bullet wound. Right shoulder. “Shit.” You mumbled again and pressed down on top of her hand that was already on her wound. That same familiar shade of gray leaked over both of your hands. “It’s bleeding too much.”

“Get the hell out of here.” Natasha hissed.

“No.” You snapped. “Not without you.”

She whipped around to look over her shoulder in panic, and when you followed her gaze you watched as Steve sprinted out of nowhere to attack the Winter Soldier. The metal arm punched out against the shield, like the ringing of a gong, and you breathed a quick sigh of relief.

“We gotta go. While Steve has him distracted.” You looped her arm around your shoulders and began to drag her away. Natasha began to complain through grunts of pain, but you didn’t slow down or argue with her. In a matter-of-fact tone, you spoke, “I’m getting you to a safe spot and then I’ll help Steve.”

You got her to cover behind a van, and ignoring her yelling after you, ran back out to where you had left Steve. When you got back, Steve was just standing there. The Winter Soldier stood between the two of you, facing Steve, but all you could see was the look of disbelief on your friend’s face.

What the hell was going on?

Why had the fight stopped?

The Soldier raised his gun again, Steve was still frozen, but you only got another step forward when Sam dropped from the air from your right and kicked both his feet into the asset. The Winter Solider went careening to the side as Sam landed. Now you had him surrounded, Steve to his right, Sam in front of him, and you to his left. You stepped forward with arms ready for a fight. Did you think you could come out of a tussle with the Winter Soldier alive? Absolutely not. But, you could keep him from escaping past you while the others closed in.

Sirens could be heard in the distance, the asset stood back up from where he had fallen and you realized now you could see his face. He no longer had the mask on, and he was… vaguely familiar? Where had you seen that face before? Before you could ponder a second longer on that, his glaring eyes dragged from Steve to Sam and then from Sam to you. The moment your eyes met his though, it felt like your world had fallen out from under you.

Shades of gray and black turned brighter and with every blink something new flooded your senses. It was too much all at once. Your once bleak world exploded with color and you sucked in a sharp breath as your arms fell to your side. In fact, you were so distracted by the vivid scenery around you that it took you a few moments to realize the cause of this had been the Winter Soldier. HYDRA’s number one asset. The man who had been trying to violently murder all of you less than thirty seconds ago.

If the Soldier was surprised, you didn’t see it. He suddenly lunged to the left just as something hit the car behind him sending it up in flames. A grenade. You had been just a bit too close and the force of it sent you sprawling back. The back of your skull bounced off the asphalt and suddenly the oh so colorful world seemed to be spinning. Dazed, you stared up at the sky.

The blue sky.

Your hand reached back to touch the warmth dripping from your head and when you shakily brought you hand back into view, blood coated the fingers. Red blood. Oh.

So, that’s what red looked like.

Still stunned from the blow, you struggled to sit up, but you were only a few inches up off the ground when someone grabbed you and threw you over their shoulder. The movement made your world spin again and you groaned out in pain as you hung limply over the broad shoulder that was now carrying you. You heard your name being called out, but sounds were beginning to grow dim. Replaced with ringing.

“Steve?” You mumbled in hopes. He had broad shoulders. Maybe he was the one carrying you away. You blinked your blurry eyes a few times as they briefly came into focus as you stared at the back of the person carrying you. Black leather. Steve hadn’t been wearing black leather. The ringing grew louder as your eyes fluttered close. Your entire world went black before you could connect the dots on what was happening.

[next chapter]

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[firstelevens]

from the prompt list: 21 and Sam/Bucky ✨

21. you come and pick me up, no headlights

For a second, when Sam wakes up, he can’t remember where he is. He’s the kind of disoriented that only comes from sleeping deeply and for way longer than you’re supposed to, a little over-warm under the covers and still fuzzy on the details of the room around him.

It comes to him in pieces: the bed is perfectly firm and the sheets are comfortable the way hotel bedcovers never are. The room is cool and dark, and the pillow beside his carries the familiar scent of too-fancy haircare products. Sam presses his face into it for a moment, not quite ready to be awake but not tired enough to go back to sleep.

He’s back in Delacroix, he realizes belatedly. He’s back in his own house, in his own bed, after a mission that felt like it had gone on forever and didn’t feel finished even after he’d signed the last piece of paperwork. Being home is always a relief, but never more so than when a mission reminds him of all the things that he still can’t do, even as Captain America.

Memories of last night slowly filter in the more he wakes up: flying in on the quinjet with aching shoulders and a worrying tightness in his knee, and dreading the hour long drive to a house that would be empty, thanks to Thunderbolts business taking Bucky from Louisiana before Sam had left for his own mission.

When they’d touched down, Sam had barely managed to avoid stumbling off the jet, shield and wingpack in one hand and duffel in the other. As he picked out the shape of his truck in the distance, he spared a second to be grateful for Carlos, who’d offered to drop it off earlier so Sam wouldn’t have to wait on a ride after he landed.

He’d almost made it to the driver’s side door before getting the shock of his life, nearly dropping his bags as the supposedly-empty truck started up with a growl. Sam had been tired enough to think of that one Stephen King book and wonder if this wasn’t revenge for the new cars he had test driven last week, but the headlights weren’t on, and he seemed to remember something about those being kind of important for an evil car.

It was in the middle of that slightly delirious train of thought that the door had opened to reveal Bucky, who was out of the cab and already loading Sam’s bags into the bed of the truck before Sam had fully processed what was happening. He’d gone without protest when Bucky had chivvied him into the passenger seat, fully intent on asking when Bucky had gotten home and instead immediately knocking out once the engine started up.

Sam can’t quite remember getting home or making it into bed—there was a bath in there, maybe, and a cup of tea when he’d refused food—but he knows enough to be sure that he’d fallen asleep with Bucky’s arms around him, his face tucked against Sam’s shoulder blade. 

The other side of the bed is cold now, but Sam can hear Bucky making a ruckus down in the kitchen, utensils clinking as he talks animatedly to…someone. If they’re answering him, Sam can’t make out the voice. It’s a phone call, probably.

He drags himself out of bed, rolling his shoulders as he stands and noting with surprise that yesterday’s aches haven’t lingered as much as he expected them to. He puts a little pressure on his knee just to test it, braced for the twinges of pain that he’d felt for the entire quinjet ride, but at worst, it’s just a little stiff, and even that dissipates with some stretching.

Absently, Sam rubs at the spot on his lower back that always hurts after a long day with the wings on and finds that that feels better, too. He’s confused until he spots the little jar of muscle salve that Bucky always grabs when they’re in Wakanda, some kind of superpowered Tiger Balm that he usually rations between visits in case his shoulder flares up. Sam makes a note to tell Shuri that they’re running low so that Bucky doesn’t have to go without.

He just needs coffee, he decides, and starts making his way to the kitchen to find some. When Sam gets to the landing, he stops for a second. He just means to listen to the sounds of home for a second: birds chirping outside and Alpine playing with whatever her latest bell-and-sparkly-tinsel toy is and Bucky clattering around the kitchen, fussing with the newest recipe that he’s been taught by the circle of parish grandmas, all of whom are technically younger than him. (Sam would be hard pressed to admit it, but watching Bucky and Miss Irene and Miss Letty commiserate over how terrible powdered eggs were back in the forties ranks among the top ten cutest things he’s ever seen.)

It’s Bucky’s voice that stops Sam in his tracks, carrying out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Over the years, Sam has heard the Brooklyn accent peek through from time to time, rearing its head when Bucky’s tired or he’s spent a couple days around someone who hits their vowels the same way. In all that time, he can’t think of a moment when he’s heard it this thick, sweet and almost crooning.

He’s so distracted by the accent that Sam doesn’t even think about who Bucky might be addressing, transfixed by how much younger he sounds, how much lighter his words are.

“Did you do that all by yourself?” he’s asking. “You’re so smart, bubs. I didn’t realize we had a prodigy on our hands.”

Sam frowns, trying to figure out who Bucky could possibly be talking to. The most obvious choice would be Alpine, except she’s curled up in the sun at the foot of the stairs, and while both Sam and Bucky tend to baby her, he’s not sure either of them would shower her with praise for doing the exact thing that she spends roughly fifty percent of her time doing.

(Okay, maybe they both would do that, but Alpine is out here with Sam and not in the kitchen with Bucky, so this can’t be about her.)

As if in direct answer to Sam’s unspoken question, a baby’s laugh sounds from the kitchen, giggles rising in pitch until Bucky is shushing them, and now Sam is only more confused.

Where on earth did Bucky get a baby? Does it have to do with the Thunderbolts? Is that why he came home earlier than expected from his mission? That makes sense, honestly. Sam’s met Val; if there were a choice between leaving a baby with her or a literal tiger, he might seriously consider the tiger. 

“Take it easy, huh?” Bucky says, as the baby coos at him. “We can’t have you tiring yourself out, can we? How’re you gonna charm everyone at the park today if you’re napping?”

There’s a pause for the babble that the baby offers in response, and Bucky hums thoughtfully at the end of it.

“That’s a good point; you probably could charm them all even if you were sleeping,” he says. “Like I told your Ma, you’re too cute for your own good. You gotta learn to use that power responsibly.”

The baby babbles again, punctuated by another shriek of laughter. Sam stops spinning out baby acquisition scenarios to appreciate how adorable it is that Bucky is talking to this literal infant like they’re having a full blown conversation.

“Come on, kiddo,” says Bucky. “I thought we had a deal. You don’t wake up Sam while he sleeps off this mission and I play peekaboo with you until my arms fall asleep.”

“Bah!” is the baby’s emphatic response, and Sam’s not sure what that’s supposed to mean, but Bucky is.

“Oh, yes we did. We shook on it.”

A gurgle, and then another laugh.

Bucky lets out a dramatic sigh. “Okay, fine, I shook on it and you just tried to eat my left hand. Still. That’s a gentleman’s agreement.”

Sam muffles a laugh behind his hand, and the sound is apparently enough to disrupt Alpine’s time in the sun. She casts an imperious look back at him before curling up in her spot again, having sufficiently expressed her distaste. Sam wonders if her mood has anything to do with the fact that Bucky’s attention has been claimed by a different adorable someone, and confirms his theory by sitting down on the stairs and waiting her out as he listens to the conversation in the kitchen.

The step squeaks under him, but he’s pretty sure he gets some cover from the baby yelling, “Buh!” and clapping excitedly.

Alpine startles at the noise and gives Sam a look like, Are you seeing this right now? He shrugs at her in a way that he hopes is commiserating, and she responds with a flat stare that she unquestionably picked up from Bucky.

From the kitchen, Sam hears Bucky say, warm and encouraging, “Yeah, that is a bird. You want to go look at the birdfeeder?”

The baby makes another noise that must be a yes. Alpine, now probably offended by the baby and the talk of birds, has begun a stately prowl up the stairs. Sam avoids looking at her as she makes her way up, but immediately offers chin scratches when she settles in his lap.

There’s a running commentary on the birds at the feeder now, finally giving Bucky a use for all the bird facts he picked up while helping Cass with that project on local ecosystems last month. 

“That’s a goldfinch,” he’s explaining, and the baby lets out a soft ooh at whatever the bird is doing. “Uh-huh, he’s real pretty, right?”

Alpine curls up more comfortably in Sam’s lap, and he rests his head against the railing and lets Bucky’s voice wash over him, comforting the way it always is, even when they’re arguing over something stupid.

“You see that one over there on the railing? All showy with the blue and white? That’s a blue jay. Sam likes those, but there’s this red finch that’s his favorite.” He pauses for what Sam assumes is more baby babble. “You, too, huh? Yeah, I guess they’re nice. Not my favorite, though.”

The baby must make an inquisitive noise, because then Bucky’s humming thoughtfully.

“I’m trusting you not to tell anyone, okay? This is top secret stuff.” The baby gurgles and that seems like reassurance enough, because Bucky goes on to say, “All these years and my favorite bird is still Sam.”

Sam snorts and shakes his head. At some point, that joke is going to get old, he’s sure, but as far as Bucky’s concerned, it hasn’t happened yet.

“I know, I know,” Bucky’s saying. “But the first time I saw him fly, he literally knocked me off my feet. That sort of thing tends to leave an impression.”

More cooing from the baby.

“Yeah, okay, so I’m a little biased,” says Bucky, and punctuates it by blowing a raspberry that sends delighted giggles carrying through the house. “But you’ve never seen him fly. He’s nice to look at all the time, but when he’s up in the air? It’s like he was born to be up there. There’s nothing better.”

It’s quiet for a moment, Sam’s heart too full to even think of a quippy response.

“He really is beautiful,” Bucky says, completely sincere, and the part of Sam that hasn’t completely turned to mush feels a little bit guilty for eavesdropping on Bucky like this. The feeling immediately dissipates when Bucky adds, a little bit louder, “It almost makes up for how bad he is at sneaking around his own house.”

Sam looks down at Alpine. “This is your fault,” he tells her as she looks up at him. “I was just trying to figure out if your dad had stolen a baby. I would’ve been like a ghost if I hadn’t sat down to pet you.”

There’s a snort from Bucky, who appears in the doorway to the kitchen with a curly-haired baby on his hip. “Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.”

“I will,” says Sam. In his lap, Alpine perks up as soon as she hears Bucky’s voice, then rears back at the sight of the baby. They watch her hop off of Sam and flounce her way into the family room, probably in search of Fig. “So are you gonna explain where this baby came from or…?”

“I’m not sure I have time for an entire birds and the bees talk right now,” Bucky says, blinking at Sam as innocently as possible. “I’d offer to give you the highlights but I think Jordan’s a little young to hear all that.”

“You’re not as funny as you think you are,” says Sam, as he takes the last couple of steps moves towards the kitchen. He smiles at the baby, holding a finger out for him to grip. “Hi, Jordan. You have fun birdwatching with Bucky?”

Jordan looks at Sam, wide-eyed at the sound of his own name, and grabs onto Sam’s hand before turning to Bucky with a beatific if gummy smile.

“Did you say hi to Sam?” Bucky asks, tickling Jordan’s stomach and making him giggle. “Did you tell him you like blue jays, too?”

There’s something about the way that Bucky moves with a baby in his arms, swaying and bouncing just the right amount, alert but not tense. He’s confident anytime they’re out in the field, and time in Delacroix has helped him shake off the shyness and hesitation that colored his earliest visits here, but there’s an element of this that goes beyond that. It seems instinctive, somehow.

Sam has the mildly embarrassing thought that he could watch it for a while and not get bored, and decides not to test how obvious this inclination is by coming up with a distraction. “I’m starving,” he says. “Have you eaten yet?”

Bucky shakes his head. “Got a little distracted when Miss Letty showed up with this one,” he says. “And he keeps touching my left hand, so I didn’t want the metal heating up near the stove.”

“If I make breakfast, you think you and your co-pilot over there can handle putting on some coffee for us? Is there a stroller or something that we can put him in?”

“Don’t worry about it,” says Bucky, waving a dismissive hand. “I’ve had plenty of practice.”

“Juggling a kid and making breakfast?” asks Sam, as he pulls eggs and milk out of the fridge. “Who are you, June Cleaver?”

“You know I don’t know who that is.”

Sam just shrugs, letting Bucky have the out if he wants it, and gets a mixing bowl from the cabinet so he can start making pancake batter. After a few moments of working in relative silence—Jordan is still as chatty as ever, and Bucky keeps up his end of the conversation—the coffee maker starts burbling, and Sam feels Bucky come up to stand beside him, his chin resting on Sam’s shoulder as he peers into the mixing bowl.

It’s like waiting Alpine out on the stairs earlier. Sam keeps working, measuring out his flour and whisking in baking powder and salt. Bucky nudges the carton of eggs over before Sam has to reach for them, and he just hums in acknowledgment when Sam thanks him.

“Evie went through a phase,” is what he finally says, when the batter is nearly done. “Right after Rose was born, when she wasn’t the baby of the family anymore. Any time she saw Ma holding the new baby, she’d want to be held, too. I got real good at juggling a two year old in one arm and whatever I needed to get done in the other. Then Ma went back to work, and I would sit up with Rosie when her colic got bad, walk her around the apartment until she calmed down enough to sleep.”

Sam can picture it perfectly: teenaged Bucky, still growing into the dashing good looks that were memorialized in all the textbooks, but with the same sense of duty that would keep him at Steve’s side years later, soothing tears and finishing fights in the same afternoon. There are so many skills that Bucky carries that Sam has watched him struggle with, not knowing whether HYDRA put them there or why he might have needed them. He can’t help but feel relieved that Bucky also gets to keep this, too, this muscle memory that belongs wholly to the person he was before tragedy could touch him.

It’s rare for Bucky to talk about his childhood at all, between the gaps in his memory and the grief over what he’s lost. As a rule, Sam tries not to make a big deal out of it when it happens, so in spite of how full his heart feels, he just leans into Bucky’s warmth, pressing a kiss to his cheek before he can pull away.

“Sounds like they were lucky to have you,” Sam murmurs.

“Yeah, maybe,” says Bucky, sniffing a little. “I guess so.”

“They were,” says Sam, more firmly this time. “Trust me. I know the feeling.”

He has the sense that Bucky’s about to argue, but then Jordan cuts him off with another well-timed, “Bah!”

“See?” Sam says, pointing at Jordan. “You have to listen to us. You’re outnumbered.”

Bucky lets out a gusty sigh, looking down at Jordan, who just coos at him. “I can’t believe you’d betray me like this.”

“He saw a better deal and he took it,” says Sam. “Sorry, baby.”

“Fine,” grouses Bucky. “I’m conceding, but I’m gonna be persnickety about it.”

“You can be as persnickety as you want, as long as you know I’m right,” says Sam, carrying the bowl of batter to the stove.

“In that case, if I tell you that you’re right again, will you add those pralines we bought to the pancakes?”

“I’m above flattery, Barnes,” he says, but now he’s thinking about brown sugar and pecan caramelizing against the pan and it sounds delicious. “But yeah, maybe.”

Bucky sets a coffee mug on the counter in front of him and steals a kiss. “Chocolate chips, too?”

“Don’t push it,” says Sam, but he’s already turning to grab the Toll House bag from the pantry, and he can’t even be that annoyed about it when Bucky crows about his victory.

It’s good to be home, he thinks, and throws a chocolate chip at Bucky’s head for good measure.

#sambucky #'hey zainab what happens in this fic?' #i honestly could not tell you it's three thousand words of pure vibes and ZERO plot #my brain just decided that I needed to complete it at once or I would cease to exist #taylor swift prompt fics #my fic #sesamestreep #zainab does ask meme things #is it good??? no way to know. is it done??? yes. #i should maybe put this on AO3 but the idea of having to format and tag right now is making me want to weep so.

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Your Past is Not Our Future

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!reader

Summary: Sam tells Bucky to meet him. Sam tells you to meet him. Turns out he just wanted you and Bucky to sit down and talk your shit out. You’re two idiots in love, but Bucky told you he couldn’t be with you because he was a “monster”. He’d said some cruel things to get you to leave and now he needed to fix things. He couldn’t live without you.

Warnings: Angst. So much angst. Cursing. Smut. Oral sex (M and F receiving), face fucking, face sitting, light choking, metal arm kink, unprotected sex (P in V).

You were slightly annoyed that you had to meet Sam so early in the morning. He knew you weren't a morning person, but he'd insisted that it was important. Since he was your boss, and your close friend, you dragged your ass out of bed at 6am to meet Sam by 7 at a local coffee shop.

Sam had been weirdly cryptic about why he wanted to meet. He simply said it was important and wouldn't explain any further. You took a quick shower, grumbling the entire time. You threw on your favorite jeans and shirt, adding your leather jacket to ward off the chilly morning air.

You took your favorite bike to the local coffee shop, hoping the cold breeze would wake you up a little. It took a short 10 minute drive to get there and you pulled into a close-up parking space beside another bike. The bike looked familiar, but you weren't quite sure why. You didn't see Sam's truck anywhere, so you entered the shop and got in line to order something with caffeine. Literally anything caffeinated would do.

You were standing in line, minding your business and not paying any attention to your surroundings, which wasn't normally like you. You blamed your exhaustion for the poor operational security.

"What are you doing here?"

Your whole body tensed when you heard his voice from behind you. Son of a bitch, that's his damn bike. You turned around to face him, trying to paste a smile on your face. "I'm getting a coffee, James."

Bucky's expression looked pained. He used to love hearing you say his first name, now it just made his chest ache. "You're not a morning person, (Y/N). Besides, we have coffee at the compound."

You sighed. "Sam told me to meet him here."

Bucky looked perplexed. "Sam told me to meet him here too."

Surprise lit up your face. "Maybe it's about some new mission or something?"

Bucky didn't look convinced. "So he told us to meet him in a coffee shop at the crack of dawn and didn't mention that either of us would also be here?"

You sighed. "Damn him."

"My thoughts exactly," Bucky said as he pulled out his phone to call Sam. When he answered, Bucky grumbled, "What the hell, man?"

Sam laughed. "What? I'm running late."

"Oh really? Running late?"

Sam sensed the sarcasm dripping from Bucky's voice. "Ahh, yeah, no. Sorry man, but I'm not coming. Is (Y/N) there?"

"Yeah, Sam, I'm here," you said in annoyance.

"Good! So you're probably wondering why I've gathered you here today."

"At the ass crack of dawn," you mumbled.

Bucky chuckled lightly at your statement. "Yeah, I think we're both wondering what the hell is going on."

"Well, the two of you have been wandering around the compound, ignoring each other, acting awkward, and making everyone else uncomfortable. You're both stubborn as hell and I know you're both hurting. So you're going to sit down and talk your shit out...and you're not leaving until you come to some sort of agreement. I don't know what happened and I don't need to, but your behavior is affecting the entire team."

You and Bucky made eye contact. Neither of you want to have this conversation, especially in a public place. But Sam was right...you both needed to talk.

"Do we really have to do this here?" Bucky asked.

"Yup. This isn't optional. Get your drinks and have a seat. Call me when you want to leave." With that, Sam hung up.

"What the hell does that mean? 'Call me when you want to leave.'" You asked.

Bucky looked towards the door. "I'm guessing he means that."

You turned to look and groaned. Sitting just outside the entrance were Natasha and Clint. They waved to the two of you and you and Bucky waved back. It was quite clear that they were there to ensure you didn't leave until Sam gave the okay.

You sighed. "Well, we might as well get something to drink if we're going to be stuck here."

Bucky nodded his agreement. "Why don't you find a seat. I'll get your favorite."

You gave him a strange look, but nodded. "Thanks, Barnes." You made your way to the far corner of the room as it was the most private area in the shop. You took a seat with your back against the wall and watched Bucky standing in line. You understood why Sam did this, but you didn't want to talk to Bucky. You didn't even want to see him. Seeing his face caused you nothing but pain and heartache. You and Bucky had grown close when he'd first joined the team. That closeness had turned into something more a few months ago, but that all ended abruptly a couple weeks ago.

You knew all about Bucky's history. You'd seen a lot of it yourself and he'd told you stories and described his life. You'd held him when he'd woken up screaming and comforted him when he felt broken. You were there for everything and anything he needed. It didn't take you long to fall in love with him, but he was a lot more complicated than you. He'd admitted his feelings for you several weeks ago before deciding it wouldn't work. He'd told you that you shouldn't care about someone like him, referring to himself as a 'monster'. You'd insisted he was so much more than that, but he didn't want to hear it.

To get you to walk away, Bucky chose to say cruel things to you. He knew how to hurt you and he chose his words with that in mind. Not because he wanted to, but because he thought if you hated him, then this would be easier for you. You saw through him, but that didn't mean his words didn't hurt. You'd cried yourself to sleep several nights in a row before deciding to woman-up and pull yourself together.

It had been awkward between you ever since. Everyone noticed and it had directly impacted your work. You could barely look at him and Bucky hated himself for what he'd done and seeing you only made it worse. Sam had clearly had enough, so here you were...forced to discuss everything in an uncomfortable and overly public setting.

Bucky made his way over to your table, holding two beverages in his hand. He set yours in front of you before taking the seat across from you.

"Thank you," you mumbled.

"You're welcome."

The two of you drank your coffees in silence for a few minutes. It didn't take long for the silence to make you feel uncomfortable. "So..." you started.

"Yeah," Bucky said with a nod. "Do you wanna start or should I?"

His face told you exactly how uncomfortable he really was, so you chose to cut him some slack. "I'll start."

Bucky couldn't quite make eye contact with you. He was nervous, especially after some of things he'd said to you.

"I know this hard for you, Bucky. It's hard for me too."

It was the first time you'd called him by his nickname in weeks and he didn't realize he'd be this happy to hear it. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed it.

"I'm not entirely sure what I want to say," you began. "But I do need to express some things."

Bucky nodded and waited for you to continue. He was really nervous about what you were going to say.

"You're my best friend, Bucky. You mean so much to me and I know you used to feel the same. It was only a couple months ago that you told me how much you cared about me. You wanted something more and then all of a sudden you decided you didn't want me anymore. You said some terrible things to me. Things that really hurt me. I just don't understand what happened."

Bucky took in your words, each sentence feeling like a knife in his heart. "I didn't mean to hurt you," he whispered.

"But you did."

He looked up at you and he saw the tears welling in your eyes. He knew you weren't an overly emotional person and you absolutely hated crying in front of people. So the fact that you were close to tears in an entirely public place told him a lot about how you were feeling. "Hey," he said softly. "Don't cry doll."

You blinked a couple times and took a deep breath. "I'm fine."

"You're not fine and you shouldn't have to pretend to be." Bucky took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for all of the things I said. I didn't really mean it."

"Then why did you say them? You called me a naive fool. You said you only told me you wanted more because you were drunk. 'How could I ever want a relationship with someone like you?' I can still hear those words repeating in my head."

Bucky's face turned red with shame. He remembered every terrible thing he said to you and he hated himself for it. "I shouldn't have said that."

You sighed. "You're right, Bucky, you shouldn't have. So explain to me why you did." You knew why, or at least you thought you did, but you needed to hear him say it.

He looked down at the cup of coffee in front of him. "I can't explain it, (Y/N)."

"That's not going to work, James."

He closed his eyes briefly and tried to push back the tears that threatened to make their way down his face. "If I hadn't said those things, would you have walked away?"

You didn't even need to think about it. "No, I wouldn't have."

"Exactly," Bucky said, eyes meeting yours. "And I needed you to walk away. I still need you to walk away."

"Why?"

"I told you, (Y/N), I'm a monster."

You sighed. "No, Bucky, you're not."

"Really? You know what I've done; the blood that's on my hands. I've hurt so many people in my life and I'm terrified that I'll add you to that list."

"You're right, Buck. I know your entire life story, the good, the bad, and the terrifying. It's never made me want to run before, so why would it now?"

"Because loving me is different. It's dangerous for you," he murmured.

"Pushing me away won't make it better, Bucky. It's much too late for that."

Bucky shook his head. "It's not too late, (Y/N). I don't want you to end up like every other person I've ever loved."

You inhaled sharply. Bucky's words surprised you, but you didn't want to put him on the spot, so you focused on the other part of his statement. "And how did they end up?"

"Dead. They're all dead."

"That's not going to happen to me, Bucky. At least not any time soon."

"You don't know that, (Y/N). Especially with our lives."

You sighed. "You're right, but it won't be your fault, Buck. You would never hurt me. You're not capable of it."

"But I did hurt you, (Y/N/N). And I did it on purpose."

"That's very different, Bucky."

"Is it? Because it clearly hurt you deeply. So much so that you stopped talking to me."

"Oh, Bucky," you said softly. "I knew you didn't mean it, but I needed time to deal with it on my own terms."

"How do you know I didn't mean it?"

You just raised an eyebrow at him. "Because I know you."

Bucky looked up at you with sad, haunted eyes. You could see his emotions swirling in them and it broke your heart. He was in pain and all you wanted to do was take away that pain. You just didn't know how to make him see that you weren't afraid. You wanted more than a friendship, but you would rather have his friendship than lose him completely.

"You're not a cruel person, Bucky. You're not the kind of person who says things just to break someone down, it's not who you are. You're the kind of person who picks every single word with purpose...which means you intended to say exactly what you said to me and you'd likely been thinking about it for a while." You paused to take a breath. "So tell me, Bucky, why did you choose those words?"

Bucky averted his gaze, unable to look at the pain in your eyes. He hated himself for causing you grief, but he truly believed it was for the best, at least for you.

"You're right," he began. "I chose to say things I knew would hurt you. I needed you to believe them, to believe me. I needed you to believe that I didn't really care about you, that I didn't love you."

There it was again, that word...love.

He sighed. "I can't begin to describe how much it hurt me to say those things to you, to the one person who always cared. Not that my own pain matters when I caused you so much of your own. I just--I know I'm right, (Y/N). You deserve someone without darkness in their soul, without a life filled with trauma and death."

You shook your head. "No one's life is perfect, Bucky, and no one is free from darkness. We lie to ourselves all the time, claiming to be completely fine, when we're in desperate need of help. It's human nature."

"Most people don't have a long, sordid history of gruesome murder," he mumbled.

You sighed. "You're right, they don't. But the people that do, well, they don't usually feel so guilty about it, do they? Serial killers, mafia hitmen, contract killers...they all have their reasons, but the one commonality is that most of them never feel any sort of guilt or regret about what they've done. That's what you makes you different, what makes you good. Every single action you took as the Winter Solider was not your choice to make, which means every single life you took was not your fault. Their physical blood may be on your hands, but it does not belong on your conscience. You, James Buchanan Barnes, are a good person, with a good heart and a kind soul. The last 80 years are nothing but a past life that you had no control over; they don't need to impact your future unless you let them."

Bucky was quiet for several moments after you'd finished speaking. There had been such passion in your words, so much emotion infused in them, that it was almost impossible not to believe you. But years of hating himself for what he had done wasn't going to be undone in a matter of minutes. His belief that he was a monster couldn't be shattered so easily. "I am him and he is me. There's no way around that."

You weren't surprised by his words, but you couldn't help the annoyance bubbling up inside of you. If he would just listen to you...god, if he would just believe it for one second, then maybe he could actually be happy. Maybe he could have a life that wasn't overshadowed by the darkness of his past.

"I regret what I said to you," he said softly. "I shouldn't have been so cruel. I didn't mean a word of it, I just--I thought you would keep fighting me if I didn't push you away like that. If I hurt you, it would be easier for you to leave and never look back."

"It's not that simple, Bucky, for a lot of different reasons. One of the primary ones being that we live and work together. Clearly we have to figure out a way to get along with each other for the sake of the rest of the team...or we wouldn't be sitting in this coffee shop having this conversation right now."

He nodded. "We can go back to the way things were before...back when we were just friends."

You hadn't expected those words to hurt so much, but that sentence felt like a knife to the heart. Sure, you'd been thinking something similar several minutes ago, but hearing it from his lips made it so much more real. And you realized in that moment, it was something you just couldn't do. "I can't go back, Bucky. I can't."

He looked at you with haunted eyes and you knew he couldn't just go back either. It was so much easier said than done. You loved him too deeply and it seemed he might care too much about you in return.

"I--" he sighed. "I'm not entirely sure I can either."

"So where does that leave us?" you asked quietly, not sure you really wanted the answer.

"I think it means I have to leave."

"What?"

"It makes the most sense, (Y/N)."

"No, it really doesn't," you insisted. "You leaving doesn't fix anything, James. It only screws things up for everyone else. Besides, where would you even go? What would you do?"

He looked away from you. "I don't know, but I could figure it out. It wouldn't be the first time I started over."

"That's not an acceptable resolution."

He sighed, eyes still looking anywhere but at you. "Then what do you want me to do?"

Anger flared inside of you and you knew you were about to say something you'd likely regret later, but you couldn't stop yourself. "I want you to stop lying and stop running away. I want you to stop pretending like you're this solitary monster who hurts everyone he gets close to. I want you to think about yourself for once in your damn life. Be a little selfish, take what you want. I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't feel what I feel, that you don't want me...that you don't care...and I'll let you go."

Bucky's eyes flicked up to yours, emotions swirling around in the beautiful blue orbs. You couldn't read him, couldn't even begin to guess what he was thinking, both of which terrified you.

"I can't say that, (Y/N/N)," he whispered. "God, I want to. I want to tell you I don't give a damn about you. I want to push you so far away that you never even think about me again...but I can't. I tried that and it only made things worse for both of us. Which is why I have to leave, (Y/N/N). It's my only option."

For the first time, you let the tears slide down your cheeks, not even bothering to wipe them away. He needed to see, to truly understand, the pain you felt. "You have a choice, Bucky. You always have a choice."

"I won't risk hurting you."

"If you leave, you'll hurt me more than anything you could physically do to me. I would rather you hate me than leave."

Surprise lit up his face. "I could never hate you."

"Then don't go."

"If I stay..." he trailed off, unable to finish his sentence.

"If you stay, then maybe for the first time in 80 years you'll actually have a chance at happiness. If you finally let yourself."

He was quiet, emotions battling within him. Stay or go, stay or go. It was a back and forth pull that he didn't know how to fight. He desperately wanted to stay, to stay with you. He would give anything to stay...but leaving was the right choice. Leaving was safer for you, for everyone. Wasn't it? But what if you were right? Didn't leaving amount to running away? He'd spent so much of his life running away from something...he wanted so badly to stop running. He didn't know what the future had in store, but he knew without a doubt in his mind that he didn't want to find out if you weren't a part of it. In a way, his mind had always been made up, he just hadn't figured that out until now.

He looked up at you, eyes meeting yours and holding your gaze. He didn't say anything at first, just looked at you, really looked at you, like he was trying to make some sort of mental calculation. "How can I leave, when it means leaving you too?" he whispered, almost to himself.

You inhaled sharply, unsure if the words had been meant for your ears.

He shook his head as if to clear it. "You saved me from the darkest parts of myself once already...who's to say you won't be able to do it again?" He smiled. "I can't leave you, (Y/N), anymore than I can leave behind my heart."

You took a stuttered breath, his words so much like what you wanted to hear that you worried your brain had made them up. "You'll stay?" you whispered.

"I'm not leaving you, doll. I promise."

It felt as if something had shifted in him, something even you could sense. You weren't sure if it had been something you said or simply a realization that he had come to all on his own, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was staying, not just with the team, but with you.

He leaned forward across the table and you leaned forward to meet him halfway, lips colliding in a gentle, affectionate kiss. A kiss that was quickly broken by the sound of whoops and hollers coming from the window to your left. When you looked outside, Nat and Clint were standing there cheering, having clearly saw the kiss.

Bucky chuckled lightly and much to your surprise, murmured, "Ignore them," before placing another soft kiss on your lips.

**********

When the four of you arrived back at the compound, it was clear that the rest of the team had already been informed of the outcome of your conversation with Bucky. Everyone was standing in the front entry waiting for your arrival.

"Finally!" Wanda squealed as she ran to hug you.

Sam stepped forward with a grin on his face. "Proud of you, Buck."

"Shut up, Sam," he replied warmly, embracing his friend.

"Don't you just love love?" Natasha asked, coming in behind you.

You rolled your eyes, but looked over at Bucky, a warmth spreading through your chest when he smiled at you.

"Speaking of..." you said with a wink.

Nat immediately got the hint and backed off, dragging a confused Clint with her. The rest of the team quickly followed suit, especially when Nat yelled at them to hurry it up.

"They're gone," you murmured softly.

"Hmm," Bucky hummed as he came over to wrap his arms around your waist. "What should we do now?"

"Take a nap," you said lightly, a teasing tone lacing your voice.

He laughed. "We can do that."

You grabbed his hand and dragged him into the elevator that would take you up to the floor your rooms were on. "The nap is actually the second thing on my to-do list."

He raised an eyebrow. "What's the first?"

"This," you whispered, pulling him towards you, lips crashing together in a fiery kiss.

The kiss didn't break until the elevator doors slid open, letting you know it was time to get moving. Bucky slid his hands under your thighs and scooped you up as if you weighed absolutely nothing. You laughed and wrapped your legs around his torso.

"I think you know where the room is, Mr. Barnes."

"Oh that's not something I could ever forget," he said with a wink, remembering the first (and ultimately last) time the two of you had been intimate.

The moment he was in your room, he'd shut the door and locked it, pressing your back up against it as he kissed you, lips setting your nerve endings aflame.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, fingers digging into your flesh as he kissed his way down your neck. You leaned your head back against the door and released a breathy moan as his mouth continued the trail down to the tops of your breasts.

"Take off the jacket, Buck," you murmured, hands desperate to feel his skin.

He grabbed you a little tighter, turned around, and tossed you on the bed, before shedding his jacket. "Anything else, doll?" he asked in a teasing tone.

"If you're offering to lose all your clothes, I won't say no," you said with a grin.

Bucky quickly took off his shirt, exposing his chiseled torso. Sure, you'd seen it a thousand times, but it felt so different in this context. The first time had been heat-of-the-moment and you were both a little drunk at the time...this was something you wanted to remember.

As if Bucky knew what you wanted, he took his time removing his jeans. He unbuttoned them slowly and slid the zipper down at an absolutely glacial pace. It was almost a dance as he shifted his hips, allowing the pants to start their descent, exposing even more of his beautiful body. You'd have to be blind to miss the bulge in his boxers as he stood in front of you, and he knew it too.

"Got something you wanna say, sweets?" he asked with a smirk.

Your eyes flicked up to his and you winked as you said, "I'd really like to get my mouth wrapped around your cock, but you're taking too long."

His eyes widened and he stood there, motionless, as if no woman had ever said something like that to him before.

You were quick to move to the floor in front of him, surprising him even more. You were on your knees, hands grabbing at the waistband of his underwear, before it registered in his brain what you were doing.

"Doll?" he asked tentatively.

"What's wrong?" You looked up at him, head cocked to one side in confusion.

"It's um...it's been--well, it's been a while since--"

"Since you've had your dick sucked?" you asked softly.

He nodded, a soft blush creeping into his cheeks.

"Well, lucky for you, I've done it once or twice, so I promise you're in good hands." You smiled. "Seriously, Bucky, just trust me."

He nodded again, but you could still see the tension in his body. You knew that would ease once you got to work. You hooked your fingers in his waistband and tugged his boxers down his legs. He stepped out of them, body shifting slightly, bringing his cock closer to your face. You leaned forward and gave a little kitten lick to his tip, causing him to inhale sharply.

He looked down at you, your eyes locked onto his, hands grabbing his hips to pull him forward, giving you the leverage you needed. You kept your gaze trained on his face as you slowly took his cock into your mouth, lips encasing every inch you could without gagging.

Bucky groaned deep in his throat. You loved the sound and you wanted to hear more of his noises, so you began to bob your head back and forth, finding a rhythm that worked for you.

Bucky's left hand found its way into your hair, metal fingers cool against your scalp. "Fuck, doll--feels so good."

You moaned to acknowledge his statement, which earned you a reciprocal moan from him. His hips stuttered slightly as he tried to maintain control and keep from hurting you.

What he didn't know was that you liked a little bit of roughness, especially when it came to this. So, you leaned forward, taking even more of him into your mouth, throat relaxing to allow him entry, gagging slightly as he filled your mouth.

He looked down at you in concern when he heard you gag, but what he saw wiped those worries away. You were looking up at him, eyes watery, pupils lust-blown, his cock stuffed into your mouth. Your fingers dug into his hips and you made no move to indicate you wanted to stop.

You wanted to make sure he got the message, so you pulled back slightly, releasing his cock from your throat, before leaning back in, gagging as you took him back into you.

He moaned softly, the sound of you gagging on his cock was shockingly intoxicating and he wanted to hear it again. When you pulled back the second time, Bucky's hips jutted forward, pushing his cock back towards your throat, making you gag once more.

You moaned loudly and dug your fingers into his skin, indicating your enjoyment.

Bucky did it again, but he was still tentative about it. He didn't want to actually hurt you, even if it was by accident.

You'd had enough of that nonsense, so you pulled off his cock with a loud 'pop'. "Bucky, I need you to fuck my mouth."

"What?" he asked in surprise.

"Treat my mouth the same way you would my pussy. Fuck it until you cum. Let me taste you." You slipped your lips around his cock again and waited for him to do what you asked.

He was still a little nervous, but he started to move his hips. You relaxed your throat as best as you could, allowing him better access. As he started to get comfortable, he began to relax and truly enjoy himself. It didn't take long for his cock to begin throbbing painfully, the need to release overwhelming him.

"Fuck, doll, I'm close. This pretty mouth is so good to me," he groaned.

You could do nothing but hang onto his hips and moan, which only spurred him on. After a few more thrusts, he came harshly, his cum coating your throat as his hips shuddered slightly. His grip on your hair was almost painful, but you loved every moment of it.

Once you had swallowed what he gave you and cleaned him up with your tongue, you let him slide out of your mouth. He looked down at you and smiled, reaching to pull you up so he could get you back on the bed.

"I think you're a little over dressed for our next activity," Bucky said with a grin.

"Oh? I thought it was nap time," you teased.

Bucky pulled you in by your hips and kissed you roughly. "Sorry, doll," he said when you parted. "I'm no where near done with you."

You shuddered at his words, desire pooling in your abdomen. "Is that a promise?"

"You bet your ass it is, (Y/N/N). I have no intention of letting you leave this bed until next week."

You laughed, but quickly realized he wasn't kidding. "Buck, we will occasionally have to stop and eat."

"Why would I eat when I could make a meal out of you?" he whispered.

You blushed slightly, loving this dominant tone of his. You stepped back from him, pushing him down onto the bed, before starting to slowly remove your clothes. You made it as sensual as possible, allowing him to take in every inch of your exposed skin at his leisure.

When you finally crawled on the bed on top of him, you were completely bare. You kissed him passionately, lips parting to allow his tongue entry. Bucky's hands roamed your body as he kissed you, wanting to feel your soft, warm flesh in his hands.

You pulled away to catch your breath and Bucky groaned at the loss of contact. You chuckled lightly and leaned back in for a kiss, only to be stopped by his request. "Sit on my face, baby."

"What?" you asked in surprise.

"Sit on my face," he said again, voice insistent.

"Are you--are you sure?"

"Of course I am or I wouldn't be asking."

You were surprised Bucky had ever done this before, but you weren't going to turn down the opportunity. So you crawled forward and straddled his head, allowing him to get comfortable before lowering yourself onto his mouth.

You never really sat completely any other time you'd done this. You were always worried about hurting and/or suffocating your partner. Bucky, on the other hand, was having none of that. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you down against him. He wanted easy access to every part of your sweet pussy and he couldn't care less if it killed him.

You gasped in pleasure as he began to lick into you, tongue delving into your pussy before attacking your clit with quick strokes. The sounds that his actions pulled from you were obscene, and his own moans were breathed directly into your core, sending a delicious vibration through your body.

It was evident by the way he ate you out that he was loving every second of this. You were a writhing, gasping mess above him, riding his face with abandon.

"Oh god--Bucky, yes! Right there, baby--fuck," you cried out as he continued his ministrations.

He took your statement as words of encouragement, increasing his focus on your clit. Waves of pleasure crashed over you and your hips bucked against his face as your orgasm overtook you. You came with a cry of his name and he didn't let you go until you began to squirm away from him, the sensitivity becoming unbearable.

You collapsed on the bed beside him, desperately trying to catch your breath.

Bucky licked his lips and turned to you with a grin. "So, uh, you liked that, huh?"

You laughed breathlessly. "You could say that."

"Thank god, because I wanna do it again."

"Please tell me you don't want to do it right now."

He grinned ear to ear.

"James," you said in a warning tone.

His expression darkened and he pounced on top of you, body hovering over yours in a predatory manner. "What did you say?"

Your eyes widened at the change in his demeanor. He'd gone from joking to feral in less than a second. "Your name," you whispered.

He nudged you ever so slightly with his cock, causing you to inhale sharply at the sensation. "You better be careful using it. I don't know if I'll be able to control myself."

Oh you were more than ready to take whatever he was about to give you, especially if the look in his eyes was any indication of how this was going to go. "Who said I wanted you to control yourself, James?"

Bucky growled lowly before thrusting forward and sheathing his cock in your pussy in one quick thrust.

You gasped at the feeling of fullness, his hard length expanding you in ways you never thought you'd feel again. "Fuck, baby. Move, please," you begged.

He could never tell you no and he certainly wasn't going to start now. He began to thrust into you with every ounce of his strength and determination.

You cried out in pleasure as he moved, his cock hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. "Need more, Buck," you whimpered.

"Yeah, doll? You need more? Tell me what you need."

"Touch me," you gasped out.

Bucky was tempted to ask you to elaborate, but he could see how blissed out you were, so he decided to take it easy on you. His gentle fingers found your clit and applied just the right amount of pressure to send you into overdrive.

A few seconds later, you were falling over the edge with whimpers of his name, shudders of pleasure coursing through your body.

Bucky slowed his thrusts and leaned his body forward to press a soft kiss to your lips. Even these soft, slow thrusts felt incredible.

"I'm gonna need one more from you, doll," Bucky whispered against your neck.

"I don't--I don't think I can, Buck."

Bucky nipped gently at your pulse point. "Of course you can. This sweet little pussy was made for me. I know she can give me one more."

You loved the way he talked to you and he could tell, just by the look on your face.

"This pussy is mine, you know that? No one else will ever touch this pussy like I do, make you feel so good you can't think straight. You're mine, doll. Mine."

You moaned loudly and clutched his arms tightly. "Only yours, Buck. Please." His words alone had that familiar feeling brewing in your abdomen and you desperately wanted him to fuck you senseless.

He sensed what you wanted and immediately sped up his movements. His thrusts were fast and sharp, your walls clenching around him with each movement.

Your clit was sore from the stimulation, but you still needed more. "Bucky, choke me," you pleaded.

His thrusts slowed down. "What?"

The shock was evident on his face, but you repeated yourself. "Please choke me. I need it."

"I--I don't wanna do that, doll."

"It's okay, Bucky. I want you to."

"I could hurt you."

You shook your head, "You won't. You're not actually choking me, just applying a little pressure with your hand." You grabbed at his left arm. "Please, just trust me."

He was still very uneasy about it, but he let you guide his left hand to your throat. You placed it at the base of your neck and showed him how to lay his hand. "Don't squeeze, just put a little pressure...just enough to let me know it's there."

Bucky nodded, though he still looked unconvinced. If this was what you wanted, then he was willing to try it, but he wanted to make sure you were safe.

He picked up his pace again and that rubber band in your belly tightened even further. Bucky's hand was resting against the base of your neck, but the pressure wasn't enough. You could tell he was scared of hurting you, so you laid your hand on top of his and added just a little pressure.

The moment you felt that pressure on your throat, you gasped in pleasure, body immediately reacting to the delicious feeling. Your pussy started clenching around his cock, eliciting a deep moan from Bucky's throat.

He looked down at you, his metal hand against your neck, your head thrown back in pleasure, and he lost his mind. It was one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen and it had him thrusting with an intensity he hadn't known he was capable of.

"God, yes!" you cried out.

"I can tell you're close, baby girl. Pussy's squeezing me so tight--"

"Bucky!" you screamed as you came with an intensity you'd never felt before.

Bucky followed you a second later, seed spilling inside of you, thrusts faltering and slowing to a halt.

He collapsed on the bed beside you, completely breathless. You reached over to touch him, hoping that the motion would convey all the things you couldn't say in the moment.

After you'd both caught your breath, Bucky pulled you close to him. "That was the best sex of my life, doll. Just thought you should know."

You laughed. "I'm still shaking from that last orgasm, so I think I'll have to agree."

He grinned and placed a kiss to your shoulder. "We should probably get up and shower."

"Mhmm," you said unconvincingly.

Bucky pulled you even closer, lips against your ear as he spoke, "Or we could do something else."

"Nap?" you teased.

"What is it with you and napping?" he teased back.

You grinned and turned your head to look at him. His eyes were filled with a deep affection you hoped he'd never lose. You hoped that your expression conveyed exactly how you felt about him, how much love was in your heart.

"So how 'bout that face sitting?" he asked lightly.

You laughed loudly, surprised by his statement. "I've had four orgasms, Bucky. Four!"

"Yeah, but you could have five. Five would definitely be better."

You continued laughing as he rolled over, pulling you on top of him.

"Please?" he begged, blue eyes filled with desire.

You shook your head with a smile. "You're gonna be the death of me, James Buchanan Barnes."

He grinned ear to ear and watched as you moved your body to once again straddle his face. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you down against him.

"Now this is how I wanna die," he murmured before diving into you once more.

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Where ya goin, Star?

Biker Bucky Barnes x Rich girl reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky when the truck hauling her show horses breaks down as she is trying to leave for an event and he works for the mechanic. Passionate, secret love affair ensues. After a confrontation with her father, Bucky decides she deserves better than a poor biker like him and leaves town with his friends Steve and Sam.

Three years later, reader is trapped in an abusive relationship and about to give up hope of things ever improving, when Bucky comes back.

Notes: This came into my head a couple of weeks ago after I heard Billy Joel's 'Uptown Girl' so I guess it's very loosely based on that. It has been clogging my head up and kept me from focusing on Guarded Heart so I had to toss it out here

Please let me know what you think. I have more planned but need to know someone will read and enjoy it, even a little bit, before I dig into this story any more cuz it's gonna get very angsty.

Chapter 1

Warnings: swearing, angst next chapter, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY No Minors

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It was a hectic morning as Y/N tried to get everything together and on the road for her next event. The horses were loaded, her tack was polished, covered and set in the tiny tack area in the trailer. She had her riding habit, cleaned and pressed hanging in the trailer closet, helmet on the shelf above it.

Where was her lucky hair net? She was going crazy tearing her drawers apart looking for it. She hadn't competed without it in years and wouldn't stop till she found it.

As she was looking under her bed she heard a knock on her front door so pulled back and went to the door to see her mother standing in the doorway with her net. She jumped up and hugged her "Where was it, Mama?"

Her mother laughed and hugged her back. "Silly girl it was in my bathroom. Remember it got wet so you hung it up to dry."

Y/N shook her head "Oh my gosh, I forgot. Thank you for helping." She looked at the clock "Oh no! I have got to go. I'll see you on Friday mama."

"Good luck dear. I know you'll be amazing. I can't wait to see your new dressage routine on Friday." She kissed her daughter's forehead before Y/N bolted off.

Y/N climbed into the front seat of the truck with her groom and driver Clint. She looked over and smiled, holding up the hair net "Mama had it. I'm ready to go now."

Clint smiled "Alright kid, let's hit the road."

About an hour into their drive the truck started acting up and when they pulled off to look at it, it was smoking badly. They let it cool down but it wouldn't start back up.

Clint grimaced "I'm sorry kid but I think we're stuck." He grabbed his phone to call a tow truck for the truck and set up a truck to pick up the trailer.

When they arrived Y/N couldn't help but hover, nervous about Lulu. It had taken ages to train her to even go into the trailer and Y/N didn't want her stuck in it for too long. Charlie was fine in the trailer as long as he had hay to munch on.

When she found out Clint was going with the broken down truck and another driver would be hauling the trailer she insisted on talking to him while he was hooking his truck up.

"Hi. I'm Y/N. That's Lulu and Charlie in there and they're my best friends. Have you ever hauled horses before? You have to be careful they don't get knocked around too much. I'd be devastated if anything happened to them."

The man looked up at her with the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen and it made her knees weak. Then he looked her up and down and smiled. She felt her stomach explode with butterflies. Suddenly she was very shy.

"Hey doll, I'm Bucky. Don't you worry about a thing. I'll be extra careful with your horses. I promise."

His voice was so soft and soothing she couldn't do anything but stare at him, mouth ajar. She was no virgin but no man had ever affected her this way before.

"You ok there doll?"

She jumped "What? Oh of course. I'm fine" she gave him a shy smile and Bucky felt the butterflies too. For the first time in a while he was interested in getting to know a woman and not just into her pants. He chuckled to himself, remembering just a little while ago when they got the call and he bitched about spending the day driving some princess and her horse to some dumb show. Now he was thrilled that he would have the next couple of hours to talk to this girl. He realistically knew that a woman like her wouldn't have any use for a guy like him but that didn't stop him from thinking about the possibilities, in another life.

Clint came over to check on the horses and Y/N. He looked at Bucky warily "You take good care of them and don't cause any trouble."

He looked at Y/N "I'll meet you there this evening. Get them set up in their stalls and get us checked into the hotel. Early bed tonight, we have to get up early for a practice run since we will be too late tonite." He pulled her into a hug "Watch out for this guy, I've heard about him and his biker friends."

He helped her up into the truck and gave Bucky a threatening look before he left with Steve.

Bucky chuckled and Y/N felt her face heat up "I'm so sorry about Clint. He treats me like I'm 6 instead of 26. It's my father's fault, he's one of those cold overprotective types." She shrugged "My mom says it's how he shows he loves me."

Bucky smiled gently at her "At least he does something, my dad has been in jail since I was a kid."

She gasped "I'm so sorry. That must be rough." And gently touched his arm.

Bucky felt an electric thrill where she touched him and jolted then his eyes darkened looking her over.

She pulled back "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to overstep. I mostly work with horses and dogs and they respond well to positive touch. It's just a habit." She looked at her hands.

Bucky shook his head "It's ok, just surprised me. I don't mind."

She sighed softly, disappointed that he didn't feel the same electricity that she felt when she touched him. Of course he didn't, she thought, look at him he's like a god sculpted from marble and look at me... too tall, too curvy and always dirty from horses.

Bucky turned the radio on "You can pick out some music if you want, I can listen to anything."

He watched her out of the side of his eye while she looked for some good music. He had never seen anyone so beautiful, from the twinkle in her eyes to her leather boots she was perfect. She settled on a classic rock station and sat back, trying to look at him without staring. She could see through the too tight sleeves of his t-shirt that he had some ink on his right arms but couldn't tell what it was and was too shy to ask.

After a couple of songs had played she was able to push past the shyness and try to make small talk. They started with the weather and the conversation flowed to all manner of topics from there. The 3 hour drive passed in no time and they were both secretly disappointed when they arrived at the showgrounds.

Once the horses were unloaded and he had unhitched the trailer Bucky was hesitant to leave. He told himself it was out of concern for her safety "Are you sure you'll be alright, doll?"

Y/N smiled at him "Of course I'll be fine. I've been doing this since I was a kid and know most of the people here. Besides I'm sure you have better things to do than babysit me. I have to go get checked into the hotel."

She grabbed her suitcase and locked the trailer.

Bucky couldn't bring himself to leave "Why don't I drive you to the hotel and we can have dinner after you check in? I promise I'll get you back to your room early." It took a second for him to realize how that sounded "No, wait I don't mean like that. Not that I wouldn't want that but we just met and I-"

He stopped when he heard her giggle and the sound made him smile. He offered her his hand "Dinner?"

She smiled back and took his hand.

They ate at the restaurant in her hotel but she insisted on paying, having it charged to her room before he ever saw the check.

"That's not fair doll. You have to let me pay next time."

She felt her insides warm, did he really want to see her again. "Next time?" she flirted.

Bucky blushed and looked at the ground "I mean yeah. If you want."

"I'd love to." She handed him a business card "I know they're dumb but I'm supposed to be promoting our stable so I have to carry them."

Bucky flashed her the charming smile that could drop panties in the clubhouse "I'll talk to you soon, Y/N."

On Friday, the last day of the event Y/N smiled when she saw her mom in the bleachers as she she waited to start her routine. She looked around hopefully but didn't see her father, he never came to her events, always claiming he was too busy. She reminded herself to be grateful that he kept her and her horses in the lap of luxury.

Scanning the crowd she saw a pair of blue eyes and her breath hitched. Bucky grinned at her and winked. She couldn't figure out what he was doing here. She had talked about horses and shows and how excited she was to perform her new routine for the first time in front of judges. He seemed interested in everything she had to say but didn't seem to understand the horse thing so she was confused.

Y/N contemplated his appearance here while she waited for her turn and felt butterflies when she thought he might have driven 300 miles just to see her. She shook it off, he probably had to tow someone here or help with their car. A guy like him, a biker/mechanic covered with tattoos wouldn't be interested in boring her, whose life was horses and school.

When her number was called she took a deep breath and guided Lulu into the arena. Once she went through that gate, everything else faded into the background and nothing existed except for her and her horse.

After she was done she left the arena to thunderous applause and smiled feeling like she had done well. She took Lulu back to the barn and rubbed her down before putting her away. As she went to get Charlie ready for her next class, Grand Prix jumping, Clint strolled into the barn.

"Nice round kiddo. You should definitely place for that one." He paused and considered her for a moment. "Anything you want to tell me about your trip here? I noticed you have an admirer here today. Something going on there?"

She looked at him surprised, she had pushed the thought of Bucky away as soon as she entered the arena. "What do you mean? We chatted on the drive here and I bought him dinner to thank him for his help. I had no idea he would be here today.

I don't think he's here for me, probably had another tow or something."

Clint nodded "He seemed very interested in your round and left right after. Maybe I'm seeing something that isn't there but he looks at you like there is. Just be careful, from what I know of him he can be very charming but goes through women like potato chips. His gang has caused a lot of trouble and you don't want to get caught up in that.

I'm going to get something to eat, you want anything?"

She shook her head "You know I can't eat before a jumper class but could you grab me a tea? Lemon, no sugar."

Clint nodded "Got it, tea. We'll go out for dinner tonite."

She smiled "Fine but we have to make it quick, I don't want to miss out on the barn parties. You never know who you'll meet."

Clint groaned "I hate those damn parties. Putting up with those snobs isn't my idea of a good time."

Y/N had an idea "You don't have to stay with me. You can go back to the hotel and I'll just get a ride. I think Britt and Kyra are staying there too."

Clint looked at her skeptically "You hate Britt, remember? She moved in on that horse you wanted."

She rolled her eyes "Oh please, that was last year. I can be nice enough to get a ride. Don't worry Clint. I'm a grown woman.

Go get some rest old man, we have to hit the road early because I have lessons right after lunch." She shoved him gently.

He thought for a minute "Fine but call me if you need a ride. No taxi or uber."

"Of course Clint. I'll call you if I need one but I won't."

By the end of the day Y/N had placed 1st in her hunter jumper class and 3rd for dressage. After a brief chat with one of the judges, who she had known since she was a kid, she had notes on her weaknesses and a game plan to improve before the next event.

They went back to the hotel to get cleaned up and she ate dinner with Clint before he dropped her back off at the equestrian center.

Y/N went through the barn to make sure enough people saw her and a few pics were taken of her there. Then she wandered away from the festivities and pulled her phone out to reread the text from Bucky 'lmk when the coast is clear' and sent a reply 'I'm at the north entrance, it's empty'

She felt a chill when she heard his motorcycle roar up. Bucky stopped the bike and looked her up and down, admiring her black leather hi/lo trench with lace accents, white leggings and black thigh high boots.

He whistled "Damn doll, you look good enough to eat"

She winked at him "Maybe later" she looked him and his bike over "Got a helmet for me?"

He helped secure the helmet before facing forward so she could climb on. Once he was satisfied that it was secure she climbed on behind him, resting her hands gingerly at his hips.

Bucky smirked "You'll need to hold on tighter than that" and grabbed her hands so they met over his belly which pulled her flush against his back. Once he was satisfied. the bike roared out into the street and she gripped him tighter which made him smile.

They went to a small diner to have coffee and talk until Bucky looked at his watch and told her it was time to go. They climbed back onto the bike and headed out until they came across a movie theater.

There was a pretty big line for almost midnight and she commented "I hope this isn't Rocky Horror because I don't have my costume."

Bucky turned and grinned at her "That's not really my thing but this here is one of my favorite movies."

Y/N saw the poster, The Lost Boys, and smiled "Mine too. Sleep all day, party all night, never grow old, never die. It's fun being a vampire" and laughed as he joined her on the last line.

Bucky took her hand and pulled her up to the door, smiling at the doorman who let them in ahead of the line.

They already had assigned seats so she headed to the restroom and he went to the snack bar. When she came out of the restroom she had to look around to figure out which theater they were going to when he came up behind her and asked "Where ya goin, Star?"

Y/N jumped a little because he caught her off guard but laughed when she realized it was him. He put an arm around her, holding their snacks in a tray with the other hand, and guided her to the theater.

Bucky was a perfect gentleman during the movie, not going any further than putting up the arm rest and his arm around her to pull her close.

After the movie they walked back to his bike. He sat down and pulled her to him. "So now what, Star? It's almost 2, do you need to get back into the hotel? Or are you up for more."

Y/N looked at him and fluttered her lashes "Why don't we go back to the hotel and I'll show you what I'm up for"

Bucky grinned and kissed her hard on the mouth "Then what are we waiting for?"

When they made it to the hotel she warned him "I have my own room but Clint is right next door so we have to be quiet."

Bucky smirked "Lets hope the rooms are soundproofed"

As soon as the door to her room was closed Bucky pushed Y/N up against the wall and kissed her, his hands roaming all over her. "Too many clothes, Star" he moaned in her ear.

Y/N let out a little whine and pulled her hands back to struggle with the belt buckle on her jacket. Once she unbuckled it she grabbed the zipper and slowly pulled it down. Bucky helped her push the jacket off of her shoulders and his breath hitched when he saw the pale blue, lacey bra she was wearing.

"Damn Star." Was all he could come up with as he walked her back to the bed and sat her down. He pulled her boots off and then her leggings.

Bucky looked her up and down, seeing the thong that matched her bra.

"Jesus Christ, Star. You are just, fuck. You look good enough to eat."

Y/N shifted, uncomfortable with all the compliments, and covered her soft belly with her hands.

Bucky gently moved her hands and looked her in the eyes "No Star, don't hide from me. Not ever. You are the sexiest woman I've ever seen and I'm gonna worship you like the goddess you are. And you will take every compliment, every bit of affection and most importantly every orgasm I offer.

You understand?"

She nodded.

"No, baby. I need your words."

"Yes, sir." She replied softly.

Bucky growled and tore her bra right off of her.

"Bucky!" She protested.

He grinned at her "I'll buy you a new one" before he took a nipple in his mouth, distracting her while he suckled, nibbled and flicked his tongue against it.

Y/N moaned "Fuck that feels good"

He moved his hand down into her panties and growled when he felt how wet and swollen she already was. "Damn baby, this all for me?"

Bucky pulled his hand away and showed her how wet his fingers were before sticking them in his mouth and closing his eyes, moaning "Fuck Star your pussy is so sweet I need more" and she whined so he pulled away and gave the other one his attention.

"Stop teasing, Barnes. I need you."

Bucky smirked "As you wish, Star" he pulled away to quickly strip while she stared "See something you like doll?"

She nodded "all of it."

"It's all yours doll" he told her softly as he kissed his way down her torso until he ripped her panties off and sat back to look at her pussy, wet and swollen and twitching for attention.

"Please Bucky!"

Bucky felt like he might blow just from the view of her body and the sound of her beautiful begging so decided to put both of them out of their misery.

He buried his face in her pussy and started devouring her, licking and sucking her clit, fucking his tongue into her until she came, squealing his name, and soaked his chin and neck.

When he pulled away, face shiny from her slick, he took a minute to enjoy the fucked out look on her face before grabbing a condom, putting it on the lining himself up, rubbing his achingly hard cock through her juices until the tip caught on her twitching hole and he heard her gasp. He eased his way in slowly, fighting back the urge to bury himself in one thrust because he wanted to feel and enjoy every bit of her.

Y/N whined as he filled her, almost afraid he would be too much but the stretch was perfect, filling her completely. She moaned softly, trying not to be too noisy, and felt his cock pulsing inside her. It almost felt like he was getting harder, the thought making her even wetter.

"Fuck, Star, pussy is so God damn tight and wet and warm, I could stay here forever with you wrapped around me."

Bucky kissed her with everything her had, all teeth and tongues and passion. Then just barely rolled his hips, seeing if she was ready for him to move and she moaned into his mouth.

"You ready for me baby?"

"Yes Bucky, please."

Bucky slowly pulled out and slammed back into her, groaning "I can feel your pussy grabbing onto me, pulling me back in. Like you needed some good cock. Shit, so good."

They built up a rhythm and she bit on his shoulder to keep from screaming how good he was making her feel. Like no one ever had before. She came again and felt like she had left her body.

Bucky held her hands beside her head, thrusting and rolling his hips until she was almost crying, exhausted but needing more. "So good Star. I need one more from you. Need to feel this sweet pussy milking my cock before I can cum."

Y/N shook her head "It's too much, I can't."

Bucky tskd at her "Of course you can. I know you want to because my pussy is squeezing me so tight and getting wetter. Just let go and give it to me."

He reached between them to rub gently on her clit and that was all she needed. Her body froze up and her grip on him became so tight he couldn't move so he just ground his hips against her and let go.

Y/N buried her face in his shoulder and whined to keep from screaming, squirting all over his chest and thighs.

Feeling her cum was all Bucky needed and he groaned before filling the condom. He stayed still for a moment to catch his breath.

He kissed her again, this time it was less urgent but still as passionate, then pulled back to look at her in awe. Usually when he was done he was out the door or sending her on her way but he didn't want that with her. For some reason he wanted to hold her all night which was something he never did. He wanted to see her face in the morning with messy hair and bad breath, he wanted-. Didnt matter, this night was magic but he knew a girl like her wouldnt want a guy like him for real. Fucking the bad boy was one thing but he knew he wasnt the guy that a girl like her would settle down with.

He pulled out, disposing the condom, and pulled her to his chest. They both dozed off until her alarm went off.

"Bucky? Bucky. Its time to go. I have to get up to go home and Clint will be awake soon."

Bucky groaned but got up and went to use the bathroom. He came out to see her halfway dressed in sweats and a t-shirt.

"Dressed again already? Next time we'll have to plan so we have more time." He grabbed her around tbe waist and pulled her close to him hefore kissing her softly.

Y/N bit on his lower lip. "You gonna call me or should I forget you exist?"

Bucky shook his head "You're not getting rid of me so easy. I'll call you. Soon" he kissed her one last time then haphazardly pulled his clothes on, not noticing his shirt was inside out. As he threw on his leather jacket he flashed her a wink. "I mean it" and walked out the door.

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[anonymityisfunwriter]

Two Sides of The Same Coin - Chapter 24: "You Are In Love"

"You can hear in the silence. You can feel it on the way home. You can see it with the lights out. You are in love, true love..."

Pairing: Sunshine!Reader x Grumpy!Bucky Barnes

“Oh, shit,” he gasps, jolting up into a sitting position. He’s not scared, not awake because of some nightmare, but his heart races just the same. 

He can’t remember the dream, but the effect lasts just the same. He looks over as he feels you shift next to him, you're still sound asleep. The realization hits him like a truck.

And the memories just start playing back in his head:

-

He’s driving Sam’s car, you in the passenger seat. In his peripheral, he sees you reach for the volume, turning it up. The wind whips your hair around and you have to keep brushing it back. It still doesn’t stop you from singing along to the radio at the top of your lungs. You keep egging him on, but he just affectionately rolls his eyes and focuses on the road. He started singing with you only after a few more minutes of pestering.

-

“You’re my best friend,” you whisper, laying down in his bed right next to him. 

“Mm..” he hums sleepily. “Don’t let Sam hear you say that.”

-

“Look!” you twirl. “I got a new dress.”

“Yeah,” Bucky remarks, his mouth suddenly dry.

“And it has pockets!”

“Is that a new dress?” Wanda exclaims, walking in the room right behind you.“I love it!”

“Thank you! And look, it has pockets!”

“Is that something girls care about, whether a dress has pockets or not?” Sam mumbles to Bucky, who's still watching you talk to Wanda with your animated hand gestures, wide grin, the way you'd throw your head back laughing. 

"Bucky?" Sam questions when Bucky remains silent.

"Bucky," Sam repeats, this time with a sharp elbow to his side.

"Huh?" Bucky says, jolting out of his trance. Sam wordlessly shakes his head at the super soldier with a knowing chuckle. 

-

"What the hell are you guys doing?" Bucky asks as a Nerf dart flies right past his face. "How freaking old are you guys?" 

"Ceasefire," Sam calls, a little too serious for a man holding a bright orange Nerf gun.

"Sorry Mr. Bucky," Peter winces. "I was aiming for Sam."

"Speaking of," Sam adds, firing his toy, hitting Peter in the very center of his forehead. 

"Hey!" Peter points in accusation. "You called a ceasefire."

Sam shrugs. "All's fair in love and war."

"You should play with us! We've got an extra," you exclaim, popping up from behind the couch.

Bucky sighs dejectedly."They've roped you into this too?"

"Come on, it's fun," you add, waving him over to join you.

"No."

"Come on, Mr. Bucky!" Peter pleads. 

Between your overdramatic pleading expression and Peter's begging, Bucky actually hesitates. When you see Bucky's resolve wearing down, you start playfully chanting, "One of us, one of us..."

"No, " he repeats with less conviction, though now Peter has joined in on your little chant. "Ugh...fine."

You and Peter cheer as Bucky picks up the spare Nerf gun and points it at Sam.

-

Even when you two were just in the same room, the lingering glances, shy smiles, and countless inside jokes. The kiss you shared. The kinship, the comfortable silence that only came when two people understood each other on some soul-baring level. It wasn’t just a crush. Not anymore.

He was in love with you.

Part of him wanted to stir you awake and tell you what he’d only just realized. Part of him was content to watch you sleep while curled up into his side.

He wasn’t sure when it happened. When he first felt it, or when he’d even stopped denying it. Maybe it had always been there.

First, as a frustrating enigma that he could never quite figure out. An endless puzzle that intrigued him to no end. 

Then, his goofy, relentlessly optimistic friend who could so easily put a smile on his face. A friend that saw the world as good, fair, and worthy of trust- and showed him that he could see the world like that too.

And lastly as the person who was just as broken and haunted as he was. A person that understood him in ways few others could. A person that made him feel like a real human for the first time in over 70 years.

Maybe it was some miraculous culmination of the three.

All that he did know was that things had just gotten a lot more complicated for him. Much more complicated.

You'd been sleeping in his bed for just a few days now, each night he'd silently ask you if you were joining him and you nodded so subtly that no one else in the room noticed. If Sam noticed something going on, he didn't say.

Each night Bucky thought about how this wasn't a good idea, that he needed to set boundaries or at the very least clarify about what this was between the two of you, but every night he found himself more and more scared of doing that.

Because what if you thought about it and agreed with him?

What if by asking the question he made you realize that this wasn't a good idea?

Each night he worried that it would be the last night he'd spend curled up next to you, so he wasn't going to chance it. He was going to savor it, cherish the moment while he still had it. 

And now that he's sitting here, still curled up with you, he's wondering how he didn't see it sooner.

He wasn't dumb, he wasn't oblivious, so why didn't any of this occur to him? Now that he realized it, it was obvious. He didn't invite friends to sleep in his bed. He didn't kiss people because he was caught up in worry for them. Was he really that big of an idiot when it came to you?

Maybe. 

But now that the realization had smacked him in the face, he wasn't sure how to be around you any more. 

It was late into the next day when you first realized something wasn't right with Bucky. He wasn't even sure how you picked up on anything, but you weren't shy about calling him out on it. While you were still benched from missions, he wasn't.

Leaving you alone in his room, he'd left early this morning for a simple mission. He found you in the TV room when he got back.

You just barely picked a movie, and gleefully invited him to watch with you. With an awkward chuckle, he nodded and proceeded to sit as far away from you as humanly possible- while on the same couch. He maintained a rigid posture, one hand on planted on each of his legs.

You looked at him funny, then scooted over to be seated closer to him. You laid the large throw blanket on top of the two of you and rested your head on his shoulder. It was no different than anything you'd normally do, but now he wasn't in blissful denial about his feelings anymore. 

He knew you'd watched this movie a dozen times before, it was one of your favorites. And normally he'd make snide comments, poke fun at the corny remarks by the protagonist and love interest- he did none of those thing today. 

This was your favorite part: the protagonist and love interest just realized their own feelings for each other. In a freaking boat surrounded by floating lanterns of all places. And they just both started singing, about seeing the light of all things.

He mentally cursed himself, this had to be some sick and twisted torture. Some special sort of torment for his karmic debts or something. It hurt, wanting something that he knew he'd never have. 

Even though this is your absolute favorite scene in the entire movie, you abruptly pause it and turn to Bucky with a huff. "Can you just tell me what's wrong?"

"Why-Why would anything be wrong? Nothing's wrong. Nothing," he stammers.

"That was very convincing," you chuckle sarcastically.

He clears his throat and tries to swallow his feelings before he puts his foot in his mouth. "I am. I'm fine. What makes you think I'm anything but fine?"

"You haven't made a single sarcastic comment. A joke about the singing. About the plot- the characters, nothing."

"Because you like this movie."

"I like your sarcasm too," you smile.

And he has to wonder, do you realize how hard you're making this for him? You have to, no one likes him this much. No one likes his dry humor. No one likes spending this much time with him. You have to be doing this on purpose. It's the only explanation. "No, you don't."

"What?" you chuckle in confusion. "Of course I do. I wouldn't ask you to watch movies with me if I didn't."

He shakes his head. He's losing his mind - that has to be it. 

"Are you alright?" you ask again, this time your hand brushing lightly against his arm.

He jumps up off the couch, your lingering touches aren't helping him get his head on straight. "You know, I think I'm just going to go to bed. I'm probably just tired."

"Okay," you nod, waiting for the moment that Bucky nudges his head for you to come with him. He turns on his heels, ready to bolt and leave you all alone.

But he falters, because even though keeping his feelings to himself hurts like a bitch, even though he's risking breaking his heart into a million little pieces, you matter more. And he can't stand the thought of leaving you hanging when you need him right now.

That's how he knows for sure: he is hopelessly, desperately in love with you. 

He takes a large deep breath, then turns around slowly. "Are you-" he clears his throat again. "Aren't you coming?"

You quietly, almost imperceptibly, exhale in relief. "Yeah, be right there."

Next Chapter

"Two Sides Of The Same Coin" Chapter List AnonymityIsFun Masterlist

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[annathesillyfriend]

August slipped away like a bottle of wine which mean it's time for another rec list! Marvel? Who's she? Tom Holland? We don't know him. As you will see, Top Gun men have taken over my life this past month along with Steve Harringtion (still haven't seen Stranger things but let's not talk about it). I hope you're gonna enjoy all these wonderful stories just as much as I did 💕 Have a beautiful September 😌😌

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

🌞 BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW🌞

the actress and the aviator blurbs by @greenorangevioletgrass

↳ collection of wonderful stories all about my favourite duo written by my favourite person ✨ i love every single one of them with my whole stupid heart :')

ocean in a seashell by @seasonsbloom

↳ one shot, 18+, what a stunning story it is, i am at a loss of words, please read it!

this fic by @bradshawsbaby

↳ one shot, 18+, mr bradshaw makes pregnant!wife feel good while making me lose all my marbles 🥵 i also highly recommend the whole rooster masterlist!

🌞JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN🌞

silk by @siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, i've read so many jake fics this month (like SO many) but this one has decided to implant itself in my mind and never leave, i think about it at all times

and the truth of the matter is (i'll never let you go) by @fidogo

↳ one shot, 18+, definetly in my top jake fics, loved this with my whole being

king of my heart by @kyber-crystal

↳ one shot, jake really is the kind of my heart (body and soul)

butterflies by @almightyellie

↳ one shot, this makes me go AGHHH 😫😫😫 but like in the best way possible

do not disturb by @callsign-valley

↳ one shot, 18+, every single cell of my body is in love this with one

it's not me, it's you by @phoenixsbby

↳ one shot, I LOVED THIS!!!!!!

the last word by @sunlightmurdock

↳ one shot, 18+, don't we just love mouthy boys 👀

tommorow never comes by @purplevortexx

↳ one shot, i enjoyed this one so much!

i drive your truck by @wombtotombx

↳ one shot, this shit hurted 😫 but it's also so good!!

dime store cowboy by @//seasonsbloom

↳ two shot, 18+, a big yeehaw moment 🤠🤠

this fic by @seasonsbloom

↳ one shot, i just love that man so much

🌞ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD🌞

of gym buddies and overlapping schedules by @priceof-freedom

↳ one shot, i loved this so much!!!

about time by @lovecraft

↳ one shot, 18+, the summary of this fic is 'bob gives you a compliment, you nearly give him an aneurysm' and if that doesn't make you wanna read it, then something's wrong with you 😬 SO GOOD

my love, forever by @robertcallsignbobfloyd

↳ series, i am loving this series so much 💕

sunscreen by @siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, dad!bob owns me

hair by @//siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, see above 👆👆

this fic by @//siempre-bucky

↳ one shot, i might be a little bit obssesed with bob and Kristi's work 👀

🌞MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA🌞

take me by the heart, take me by the hand by @ae-gar-targaryen

↳ one shot, danny ramirez and all of his characters are meant to be somebody's boyfriend i swear

🌞BUCKY BARNES🌞

twisty by @musingsinmoonlightlibrary

↳ one shot, 18+, the summary alone has me losing it but the fic itself is even better 💕

for the first time by @jobean12-blog

↳ one shot, 18+, Jo, you bloody legend, this is so BLOODY GOOD

i need him like water by @pellucid-constellations

↳ one shot, get your tissues ready :')

drunk in love by @bethdutten

↳ one shot, 18+, reader can't keep her hands to herself and i can't really blame her

delicate by @mediocre-daydreams

↳ one shot, i loved this as much as i love the song it was inspired by 😌

🌞SAM WILSON🌞

i've got time, i've got love by @rodrikstark

↳ one shot, mannn i love this

🌞STEVE ROGERS🌞

...and i'm wearing tights by @ronearoundblindly

↳ one shot, 18+, no thoughts brain empty 🤤

🌞MATT MURDOCK🌞

neogenesis by @murdock-and-the-sea

↳ one shot, Vidra's back at it again making my heart melt :')

🌞PETER PARKER🌞

the favourite by @softspideys

↳ one shot, stark!reader, i don't know what is says about me but i live for stories likes this one 😅

🌞JOAQUIN TORRES🌞

middle by @fluffyprettykitty

↳ one shot, boyfriend!joaquin is just a dream

🌞TOM HOLLAND🌞

bound to you by @vendettaparker

↳ series, royal!au, the best word for this story is a masterpiece, stunning work!!

no shoes, no shirt, no problem by @heyhihellowhatsup0

↳ series, 18+, another banger of a story from Nicole, tom + a lovely island sound like a dream 🥰

this fic by @//sunshinehollandd

↳ one shot, the softest thing ever 🥺🥺

i see you by @luciwritesstuff

↳ series, social media au, this was so fun, i loved it 😁😁

🌞STEVE HARRINGTON🌞

i love you by @collecting-stories

↳ one shot, FHJSKGHJSRGKJHDHGLDFKJLIFJG

fools by @spencerrxids

↳ series, i just love stories that make my heart hurt

hidden keepsakes and i don't hate you, i just don't like you by @hellhue

↳ two shot, 18+, yes, that's all i have to say

dirty dancing by @nexusnyx

↳ one shot, biker!reader, this made me yell 😁

this fic by @sunshinehollandd

↳ one shot, dad!steve, i can't even 😫😫

wash day by @//sunshinehollandd

↳ one shot, 18+, okay when is my turn to wash his hair???

chain reaction by @custardcrazy

↳ one shot, so lovely 🥰

power trip by @silkscream

↳ one shot, 18+, yes yes yes

and i get this feeling in my chest by @upsidedownwithsteve

↳ one shot, jealous steve and some soft times 😌

🌞EDDE MUNSON🌞

june baby by @luveline

↳ two shot, single mum!reader, i haven't read part 2 yet but i am looking forward to do so, incredible story!!

#anna's fic recs #fic recs #august 2022 fic recs #top gun fic recs #jake seresin x reader #robert floyd x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #steve harrington x reader

[iamstevessmile]

HAT RULE

Sebastian Stan

Summary: Cowboy Bucky, Cowboy Steve, Cowboy Sam; fluff; implied smut

——————————————————————————

“Come on Chels, this isn’t a good idea ..”

“Oh please, you’ll blend right in.” I scoff, staring at myself in the body length mirror.

“I am a real city girl, if the leather corset doesn’t say that, the way I talk now will.”

“Listen, you’ll be with me the whole night. If anyone tries something, I won’t hesitate to knock them out.” I can’t help but laugh at that because knowing Chelsea, she was not over exaggerating.

“Oh I know.”

“Come on, Austin is taking us.” Chelsea chimed, gesturing for me to follow her towards her brothers truck. “Also, city girl my ass, d’ya forget where you came from?”

“That was a long time ago, my every day no longer consists of working in the barn or herding the sheep.”

“Yeah, and what does it entail? Big shopping sprees and all that fancy stuff?”

Chelsea’s brother hopped into the truck, turning on the ignition as he tuned into our conversation.

“Now that’s a stereotype and you know that.”

“What’s so bad about it here anyways?”

“I wouldn’t say bad, I suppose it’s nice to be away from the business of the city life.”

“There ya go, look at the bright side of things.“

“If you’re worried you’re gonna run into anyone, I don’t think they’d recognize you.” Austin piped up, finally joining the conversation, rather than simply listening.

“Yeah, and why do you say that?” I asked curiously, leaning forward till I was propped between the truck seats.

“Well Little y/l/n ain’t so little anymore.”

“He’s got a point.” Chelsea backs up her brothers statement, leaving me silent for a second.

It’s been a long time since I left, so they could be right, but then again, I had cut ties with everyone except Chels when I left, so maybe I was sitting in their ‘not so good’ books.

I tried to keep contact, but it never happened, and that was completely on me.

“Well, I’d hope not.”

- - -

“Thanks for the lift Aust, we’ll see you later.”

“Don’t go too wild, don’t wanna have to carry the two of you inside.” He says, looking over at me. “‘Specially you, city girl.”

“No promises.” He chuckles, and I flash him a smile before he reverses and drives away, leaving Chelsea and I alone, in front of the bar.

“Well come on, there’s no point of just standing here.” With that, she grabs my hand, yanking me towards the entrance.

As soon as the doors swung open, I was met with an odd nostalgic feeling.

I immediately felt like I didn’t belong here anymore, sticking out like a sore thumb, but then again, the last time I had been here was just under eight years ago.

Time I didn’t exactly spend in bars either.

“Anything in particular I need to remember?”

“Don’t go taking anyones hat unless you plan on leaving with them t’night.”

“Ah, rule number 1. Gotcha.”

BUCKY’S POINT OF VIEW

“I’m telling you Stevie, she ain’t worth the hassle she’s causin’ you.” I sighed, lifting my beer up to my lips, taking a large swig.

Steve had been going on about the Carter girl for over an hour, she had truly been driving him wild over the last few weeks, not in the good way, yet Steve still seemed to stick around her.

“I’m sure there’s a ton of gals here, just waitin’ to get there hands on ya.” He scoffs at my words, shaking his head as he reaches for his own drink.

“I’m not you Buck, I don’t have anyone fallin’ at my feet when I flash a smile.” With that, Sam burst out laughing, seemingly finding that statement hilarious.

“You two are both a catch, now stop with all that.” Sam speaks up, finally joining in our conversation. “In all honestly, Buck is right.”

“Ha!” I exclaim, laughing softly as I watch Steve roll his eyes.

“Steve, you’re a great guy, and if Carter doesn’t see that, then she don’t deserve you, plain and simple.”

I nod in agreement at Sam’s words, about to speak when my attention was snapped towards the bar, where two girls sat perched on the stools.

“I see Chels has arrived. Brought a new friend along this time.” Sam points out, leaning forward until his forearms were resting on the table, watching the two girls, more specifically Chelsea.

I observed the other girl silently, scanning over the way her corset hugged her torso, her red hair falling down and over her shoulders perfectly.

There wasn’t a doubt in my mind as to who was sitting only a few meters away.

After studying her body for so many months, I could recognize her from a mile away.

“I was gonna say have at it Steve, but I think Buck’s mind is already set.” I hear Steve laugh, paying no mind to the two of them as I stand up, leaving my beer behind as I make my way over to the bar.

“One beer and whatever the lady wants. On me.” I call out to the bar tender, noticing Chelsea was now occupied by some guy I had seen around a few times.

Real pity, she’d be good for Sam.

Someone to whip him into shape.

I slide into the empty seat, watching her swivel around slowly until our eyes met.

She had grown up for sure, but it was definitely her.

“Hi, doll.” I could see the small gulp she took, her eyes full of curiosity, not fraying away from mine. “Been a while, hasn’t it?”

That seemed to clear any of the confusion she had, slowly biting down on her bottom lip as she looked up at me.

“Buck.”

God that voice.

Y/N’S POINT OF VIEW

“I don’t think they’d recognize you.”

Yeah Austin, it hasn’t even been ten minutes and that statement has proven to be awfully incorrect.

“Buck.”

“Never ‘xpected to see ya around here again.” He said, grabbing the bear off the counter before holding it out to me.

“Never was much of a beer girl.” I shake my head politely, subtly dragging my eyes around his face.

How is it possible that he got so much more fucking attractive?

“That’s right, though that coulda changed along with everythin’ else.”

“I suppose.”

“Well.” He whispered, lowering his face down slightly until his arms were flat on the bar, and his hat looming over me, as he gestured with his head to the dance floor. “What’s it gonna take to get you out there?”

Was he not angry with me for leaving still?

“How ‘bout that drink you offered.” I flashed a smile at him, knowing I wouldn’t be able to resist him any which way. “Kinky blow pop.”

James Buchanan Barnes was one hell of a charmer.

“By all means doll, anything you want.” He signaled over the bartender, ordering my drink and giving me the time to let my eyes wander over his body.

The flannel he was wearing was tucked into his jeans, the top five buttons undone, allowing me to see the start of his abs just below the chains that were hanging around his neck.

I lick my lips slowly, turning to grab my drink as it arrived before looking back at James.

With the look in his eyes, I know he had caught me looking, but honestly, I could think of a few things worse than that.

There was not a single chance that he never knew how fucking sexy he was.

“Tell me, what managed to bring you back around?” His voice was low, the rasp evident as he kept close, making no movement to back away.

“Just Graduated.” I shrug, giving the most simple answer, “thought I’d come back and visit.”

“Oh, do we have a qualified designer around now?” I freeze for a moment, not thinking that he would even remember that small detail of what I wanted to study.

“You remembered?” I tilt my head slightly, not dropping any of my confidence.

“Why wouldn’t I?” His eyebrows furrow for a moment, watching me intently as I shake my head.

“I think it’s time we get out there!” I chug back the remainder of my drink, Bucky watching in awe as I slam the glass down and strut over to the dance floor, leaving him standing by the bar, alone.

Once I’ve reached the middle of the floor, I turn back around, seeing him laugh as he shakes his head. I can feel the excitement running through my body.

I’ve missed this.

I’ve missed him.

He raises an eyebrow, leaning back against the bar as he lets his legs spread, dominating the area around him and potentially me as well.

He slowly lifted his beer back to his lips, not moving his eyes away from me.

He wanted a show? I could definitely give him one.

I let my hands move upwards, allowing them to find their way into my hair, letting my hips sway sensually to the rhythm of the music.

I keep my gaze locked on his, watching the way he practically undresses me with his eyes.

I feel hands snake around my waist and I immediately stop my movements, turning around to be met with some man.

“You new around here darlin’?” I shake my head, stepping back slightly, which seemed to be pointless as he replaced that step with one of his own. “Haven’t seen a pretty thing like you around here. Are you here alone?”

“She is not.” I feel the presence behind me, knowing it was him without having to turn around to check.

“Sure looks like she is to me.” The man speaks up, which only causes Bucky to step closer to me, his back almost resting against my chest.

Suddenly, I feel the weight of something on top of my head, lifting my hand up to push it out of my eyesight.

“Still look like that to ya pal?” I finally turn my head to the side, taking in Bucky’s protective stance, his arms crossed against his chest, highlighting his muscles, as well as the death stare across his face. “Thought not. Run along.”

The second I hear the man’s footsteps fade off, I turn completely to Bucky, lifting my gaze until I was met with his.

“Thank you, I could have handled that though.” I smile softly, “though, I did appreciate the show.”

“Thought I recognized that looks in your eyes.” He chuckles deeply at my words, his eyes eyeing my body before moving back up to mine.

He lowers his head to my level, lifting his hand up to my head, about to take the hat when I stop him.

“I think I’ll keep this.”

“D’ya forget the rule, wear the hat..?”

“…ride the cowboy. I remember just fine.” I say, stepping closer to him until my lips brush against his.

“Well seeing that you don't plan on giving that back...” He finally closes the gap between us, our lips meeting perfectly against each other as he pushed on my lower back until I am pressed right against him. I pull back, only slightly, dragging his bottom lip between my teeth gently before whispering.

“I think that’s only fair.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan #bucky barnes smut #fluff #Cowboy #Cowboy Bucky #wear the hat #Bucky Barnes Cowboy

[sjsmith56]

Chance Encounter - Part 2

Summary: Bucky learns something about Katrina and Anna that he wasn’t expecting.

Length: 4.7 K

Warnings: More HYDRA memories including medical experimentation, suicide of a character, discovery of something Bucky doesn’t remember, evidence of drug dependence, rejection, some major angst.

Author notes: There’s a lot to go through in this part for Bucky, especially when he learns his role in all of it. Lots of dialogue.

<<Part 1

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Katrina made breakfast for all three of them again, as Anna asked for more food, although she picked at it, making it obvious that her hunger was abated. As he ate Bucky considered the things that were happening to Katrina and her daughter but didn’t voice them out loud, as it was just speculation on his part. He made several calls, starting with Sam, who was already on his way with information that he didn’t want to share over the phone.

“Can you get to the compound instead?” asked Bucky. “I’m taking them there right away.”

Agreeing to meet at the compound he hung up then grabbed some clean clothes from the bedroom, putting them on after he had a quick shower. When he came out Katrina and Anna were waiting to use the bathroom. He let them in there, waiting patiently for them to get ready. This time, Katrina wore blue jeans and a T-shirt, with her hair in a single French braid. She looked less foreign, at least to Bucky’s eyes. Noticing how he looked at her she smiled shyly.

“There were times Sergei said I had to look American, so he allowed me to have more modern clothes.”

“We have to stop at your house,” he said. “I can’t legally drive Anna unless she’s in a car seat. We don’t want to be pulled over. I noticed there was one in the truck. We’ll have to take it.”

“No, if we go there, he’ll be back from work,” she cried. “He won’t let you take us.”

“You stay in my SUV, and I’ll take care of him,” replied Bucky. “I won’t let him hurt you.”

She nodded and accepted that he was going to do this, no matter what. He noticed she immediately entered the back seat with Anna while he drove to the house, and that her anxiety grew as they entered the neighbourhood. The sound of her heartbeat and breathing increased dramatically. When he pulled up in the driveway behind the truck he turned around and looked at her.

“Keep the doors locked and stay inside,” he said. “I’ll go in and get the keys. I can disable the truck so he can’t follow us.”

She nodded nervously, then clutched Anna close as he stepped out of the vehicle. Listening carefully as he approached the door, he didn’t hear anything out of the ordinary and tested the door handle first. It was unlocked so he entered. Quietly, he made it to the kitchen then placed himself where Sergei could see him. The man, seated at the table, looked up and smirked at the sight of Bucky.

“Soldat,” he said, wearily. “Should have known it was you who took them. Pierce said there was no way you knew but you must have, right from the beginning.”

“Knew what?” asked Bucky.

“Who Katrina really was,” said the man. “It was tempting fate to keep you two in the same base, but Pierce always thought he was smarter than anyone. He wanted her to see the potential that was waiting for her but then he always thought the sun shone out of your ass.” Bucky tried not to react to that, remembering the number of times Pierce authorized and witnessed his discipline being administered. “I could have kept her free from you in Russia, but we needed more suppressant, which I see you found.” He gestured to the broken cabinet.

“You call forcing a minor into a marriage and keeping her as a captive wife free? I saw how you hit her at the table last night. I was watching through the window. She was terrified of you.” He sat across from Sergei. “I don’t remember who she is.”

“You don’t remember?” Sergei looked at Bucky, realizing that he truly didn’t. “So, why did you come here last night? Why are you here now?”

“I came here now for the car seat,” replied the super soldier. “When I saw her at the supermarket yesterday, she looked so lost and terrified. I was being nice when I helped her get something from a top shelf but when she looked at me, she knew who I was and that’s when I realized she seemed familiar. Then I saw you and you were also familiar but not in a nice way and I found out where you lived. So, I’m taking them somewhere safe, away from you. The people there will examine both of them but if you can tell me anything you can save them both some anxiety. Anna, she’s your daughter, right? Her eyes started to change, and she was very hungry. Katrina’s eyes started to change as well, until they each had a pill. What are the pills for, Sergei?”

A sly smile spread across the man’s face. “The pills won’t stop the transformation now. If their eyes are changing then it’s too late to stop it, although you might slow it down a little. Better you deal with them than me. Good luck, Soldat. You’re going to need it.”

Using his tongue, Sergei flipped a cap off his molar and bit into it. A foamy substance erupted from the broken tooth and the man began to spasm and choke. Bucky recoiled from the death throes on display in front of him. Within seconds Sergei was dead, splayed across the kitchen table with his eyes open. Whatever secrets Sergei had, died with him. Quickly, Bucky checked the dead man’s pockets and found his truck keys. Taking his phone out, Bucky called another number, giving them a code and the address of the house. Then he went outside, unlocked the truck and took the car seat out, before relocking the truck and house, leaving the keys in the mailbox.

Katrina unlocked the back seat door, coming out with Anna while Bucky put the car seat in the back.

“What happened?” she asked. “Where’s Sergei?”

“Dead,” said Bucky, then noticed the look of horror on her face. “I didn’t kill him. He had a poison tooth and he activated it, killing himself. Before he died, he said the pills won’t stop the transformation. The eyes changing colour are supposed to indicate that you and Anna are going to change but into what I don’t know.”

“We’re an experiment, aren’t we?” she asked, looking despondently at Anna. “Maybe my parents weren’t my parents. Maybe they were my keepers, like Sergei. Maybe I was the next version of the Winter Soldier.”

Bucky sighed as he tightened the seatbelt over the car seat. Then he straightened up and looked down on her.

“Even if you were meant to be, that’s not who you are,” he said. “Right now, you’re a scared mother of a little girl who needs you. You love her and it’s no lie that love is one thing that HYDRA knew nothing about. They thought it was a weakness but it’s not. It’s strong, stronger than anything. No matter what, you remember that love, okay? I’m going to stick with you and Anna, until we find an answer.”

He enclosed both of them in his arms and hugged them. A brief flash of hugging a little girl appeared in his mind and was just as quickly gone. Whether it was Katrina when she was little, or a memory of hugging his sister Rebecca was unclear, but the hug was definitely given to comfort the child. Somehow, that knowledge made him feel better. He watched as Katrina put Anna in the car seat, strapping her in, then she began to climb in to sit next to her.

“You don’t have to sit in the back seat if you don’t want to,” said Bucky. “You can sit in the front.”

She stepped back and looked down at the ground, her hands submissively in front of her.

“I was never allowed in the front seat,” she said quietly. “Sergei said my place was always behind him as I wasn’t his equal.”

“Did he control everything?”

Hesitantly, Katrina nodded. “I was only in the store by myself because he had to get the last of the suppressant from one of his old HYDRA contacts. It was quite a drive away and I wouldn’t have had time to get groceries and make supper unless he dropped me off, first. He was still angry about leaving me there on my own and said I couldn’t talk to anyone. I couldn’t reach the large boxes of onion soup mix, but he wanted me to make meat loaf with it, as he liked that from his time living here before.” She began to cry. “I was so afraid to ask for help in case he walked in and saw me talking to a stranger.”

Bucky breathed in audibly, letting it out just as forcefully, then he kneeled down, so he was below her and looking up at her face. Remembering all the times he looked down submissively, trying his hardest not to draw attention to himself, he didn’t touch her, but he gentled his voice as he handed her his handkerchief.

“I am not Sergei. You are my equal. I will never raise a hand to you or Anna, ever. The very thought of what you must have gone through in the last ten years makes me sick. You can say anything to me at anytime, even if it’s to tell me to fuck off.” A little grin appeared on her face and just as quickly disappeared. “You’re free, Katrina. You and Anna are free to live the life you should have had when HYDRA fell. Sergei saw an opportunity to get himself a slave and he took it. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to stop him.”

With her lips trembling, Katrina nodded her head and wiped away the tears. Bucky closed the back door of the SUV and opened the front door on the passenger side, waiting for her to get in. Then he closed it and went around to the driver’s side, waiting patiently for her to put her seatbelt on before he started it. On the trip to the compound Anna soon fell asleep in her car seat. Katrina had said nothing since they got in the vehicle. By now a SHIELD team would be combing the house from top to bottom, looking for anything they could find out about the man, and why he had Katrina and Anna. It was obvious to Bucky now, that Katrina had been part of an operation or experiment. Whatever had been done to her had been done at a young age, so young that she had no memory of it. That Bucky had a part in it was hinted at by Sergei, who seemed surprised that he had no memory of it. But then why would he? Memory wipes were routine for him, before and after a mission, after any display of non-cooperation, or as punishment for any perceived infractions.

“You indicated that I always treated you kindly,” he said, glancing at the younger woman, who still seemed uncomfortable in the front seat. “So, you were never afraid of me?”

“No, never,” she answered. “Even though you never spoke to me, you watched what I did and if anyone mistreated me, I would hear later that you would attack them. I don’t know why you did that because you would face discipline yourself, but it never stopped you from making sure I was treated properly.”

“Were you subject to medical examinations?” he asked. “Did they take blood from you?”

“Yes, every month,” she replied. “My mother said it was because I had a medical condition that required monitoring, but she never told me what it was.” She looked back at Anna. “She has never seen a doctor since she was born but has never been sick.”

“No vaccinations?”

“Sergei said she didn’t need them. I don’t remember receiving them either.”

They didn’t speak again until they were almost at the compound. Katrina looked out the window at the size of the base then looked back at Bucky, concerned.

“What is this place? It reminds me of the base near Washington.”

“It’s the main headquarters for the Avengers,” he said. “This is where we fought Thanos when he tried to snap everyone out of existence. He destroyed the place, but it was rebuilt and now we’re based here.” He smiled at her. “I’m an Avenger, one of the good guys now.”

She smiled back. “Do they have scientists and doctors here who can find out about me and Anna?”

“Two of the best,” he said. “Dr. Bruce Banner and Dr. Helen Cho. They’ll be kind to you. My friend, Captain America, Sam Wilson, is going to meet us here. I gave him your names and what you told me up to last night and he was going to go through the HYDRA files to find out what he could about you. He called to say he found something but wanted to talk about it in person. So, we’ll maybe get some answers today.”

“They won’t hurt us when they examine us, will they?” she asked, a little fearfully.

“No.” He hesitated, then chose his words carefully. “If this transformation that Sergei warned me about makes you dangerous, they may restrain you, and call in a sorcerer who can cast a spell to weaken you. That’s only if you’re out of control. I don’t want to scare you, but I don’t want to lie to you either. You’ve been lied to enough. I’ll be here for all of it. I promise.”

He stopped at the security gate, offering his thumbprint for their scanner to identify himself, then confirmed it with a voice print identification. He advised the guard that the woman and the girl were expected for a medical examination, confirming their names. Given the okay to enter he drove to a large building, parking in a spot that had Barnes on a sign. Smiling at her he got out and went around to the back and took their suitcase out, as well as the bag with the pills. Katrina took Anna out of the car seat, then looked at the building with some trepidation. He stood next to her.

“They’ll put your suitcase into your assigned quarters after we check in,” he said. “I already requested that you be placed near me. Once you have your examination, you’ll be free to go just about anywhere here, except for areas that have Authorized Personnel Only signs on them. I’m taking the pills to the lab with us, but I’ll make sure you still have a supply to use until they can figure them out.”

She held Anna as they walked into the building, and he left her suitcase at the security desk, after they were both issued ID cards in a lanyard; Anya’s had baby Avengers woven into the fabric it, which captured her attention. Together, they went to the elevator, and he pressed the button for the top floor. When it opened, he was surprised to see Shuri waiting.

“I wasn’t expecting you,” he said.

“Sam Wilson’s inquiries into the HYDRA files intrigued me,” she said. “Especially when he called me with some hypothetical questions. I decided I needed to be here along with Dr. Banner and Dr. Cho.” She looked kindly at Katrina. “My name is Shuri. Please, don’t be afraid. We are all friends here and will help you through this time.”

She led the three of them to the lab, where Sam already was. He looked closely at Katrina and Anna but shook his head when Bucky looked questioningly at him.

“Katrina,” said Dr. Cho, coming forward. “I’m Dr. Helen Cho. This is Dr. Bruce Banner and you’ve met Princess Shuri. We have a lot of questions for you and would like to give you and your daughter a full medical examination. If it gets to be too much to handle you can tell us to stop anytime and we’ll take a break. You don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. We all just want answers, and we will share everything we learn about you. That’s our promise.”

Bucky held up the bag with the pills. “They have to take one of these, every morning before breakfast,” he said, then passed on what Sergei had revealed before he died.

Katrina added her own observation about the pills and the three scientists decided to take a week’s worth to test, leaving Katrina in control of the remainder. As they led her away to get changed into a hospital gown Sam approached Bucky.

“Ivanov is dead?”

“Killed himself,” said Bucky. “With a poison tooth. Wished me good luck. He was surprised that I had no memories of Katrina and assumed I knew all about her. He didn’t enlighten me before he broke the tooth.”

“That’s what the files talked about,” said Sam, pulling him into a glass walled office and closing the door. It still allowed Bucky to watch but they could talk without Katrina hearing anything. “You were protective of her, even intervened several times when she was mistreated, although it meant discipline for you. Most of the medical staff were sure you were aware that she was your daughter, but Pierce didn’t believe them.”

Bucky glared at him. “What? How is that possible? They thought I was sterile.”

“Yup, but apparently they gave you an experimental drug that boosted your virility,” said Sam. “You refused to physically mate with anyone, so they knocked you out and … uh, well, they acquired sperm samples. I’ll spare you the details, but they acquired enough for seven recipients to receive an in vitro fertilization treatment. You were code named by the Greek alphabet, Alpha was you, Beta, Gamma, Delta, Epsilon, Zeta, Eta and Theta were the mothers. The results were not good. Only Delta resulted in a viable pregnancy that went to term. The others all miscarried at various stages of pregnancy. Some of the fetuses were damaged so whatever shit they were giving you over the years had lasting effects.”

“So, Katrina is my daughter and Anna is my granddaughter,” stated Bucky. He looked shaken. “I wasn’t expecting that. Do they have my abilities?”

“Unknown,” replied Sam. “Katrina was put on suppressants from about the age of two when it was learned that the virility drug was made from a serum using the blood of the male Siberian super soldiers, the ones Zemo killed. Somehow, that fact wasn’t known until then.”

“Fuck,” muttered Bucky, visibly upset. “Those soldiers were animals, out of control. I got my ass kicked by the one guy before all hell broke lose. They had to gas them when they began killing the doctors and guards, then put them straight into cryosleep. That serum that I killed Howard and Maria Stark for basically went to waste.” He looked like he wanted to punch something then he stopped, curling and uncurling his fists while breathing steadily. Then he turned to Sam. “Why didn’t Pierce think I knew she was my daughter?”

“There was only speculation about why he couldn’t see it, mostly that he was too arrogant to believe you were that aware,” said Sam. “The medical staff wondered if your heightened senses allowed you to recognize her pheromones as being close to yours. Did you notice anything about either of them?”

“Yeah,” Bucky nodded. “Anna woke me up because she was hungry, and she kept eating what I put in front of her. I was aware of a scent coming off of her that was familiar but couldn’t place it.”

“There is one good thing,” said Sam. “That serum the Siberian super soldiers received was believed to have been made from Steve’s blood, so it contained Erskine’s formula, with Howard Stark’s tweaks. Steve always said it was meant to make the good man better, and the bad man worse. Katrina seems nice, so if she was a result of you and Steve’s serum it’s likely that she’ll be okay. They just weren’t willing to take a chance and let her abilities develop naturally, I guess. Those super soldiers in Siberia were not expected to be so violent.”

“Why didn’t I remember her, Sam? She’s my daughter. The Soldier knew … why didn’t I?”

Bucky looked out the glass wall of the office at where Katrina and Anna were both in a hospital gown, sitting together on a bed as Dr. Cho performed an examination on Anna, making her giggle shyly. He smiled at the scene, his granddaughter and his daughter, something he never expected to ever have, sitting right in front of him. Sam placed a comforting hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

“That’s because of us,” he said. “Steve, Natasha, and I stuck our noses deep into HYDRA’s business. They wanted you at the top of your game, without distractions and put you through multiple memory suppression sessions before they sent you out against us on the freeway, then again when they sent you against Steve on the helicarrier. It did a lot of damage, I guess, that still hasn’t been reversed. Considering how much they did to you in that short time frame I’m amazed you even remembered Steve.”

“I guess I should be the one to tell her,” said Bucky, watching Katrina soothe her daughter while they took blood. “Not sure I know how to be a dad or a grandpa.” He glared at Sam’s grin. “Don’t start that shit.”

“I think you’ll be just fine,” murmured Sam. “You’re already protective of both of them. You care. That’s most of it.”

Bucky was very quiet for a moment then he gazed at his partner.

“Her parents … did I kill them? She said she witnessed it, but I don’t remember.”

Reluctantly, Sam nodded. “They were her foster parents, but they were killed because they tried to take her away, with your blessing. That Sergei character betrayed them and you, as they confided in him. You had to kill them in front of everyone, including her. They also intensified your discipline for even the slightest infractions and Rumlow was often first in line to do it. They were terrible people, Buck; completely rotten inside.”

Several hours later the tests were completed, and Shuri stopped beside the two men. She looked up at Bucky, smiling kindly at him.

“It is confirmed, White Wolf,” she said. “You have a family. I imagine you wish to break the news to them yourself. We can wait until tomorrow to discuss all of the results and decide how to proceed from there.”

“Thank you,” he replied. “I’ll wait for them to get dressed.”

She joined Banner and Cho, while Sam left him in the lab to wait. When they came out of the cubicle, Anna proudly showed her Avengers bandage on her arm, from where they took blood.

“She was so brave,” said Katrina. “She did everything they asked of her. We should have some lunch. I promised her ice cream.”

“Come on, I’ll take you to the cafeteria.”

He led them to food services showing her where the ready to eat section was, as well as the made to order station. After they ordered they chose a place to sit. Katrina noticed Bucky seemed distracted.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I just need to tell you some things that Sam found out, but it should be done in private, not here. Does Anna still nap?”

“Yes,” replied Katrina. “We can talk after I put her down.”

The food arrived and all three of them ate without speaking. Before she even finished, Anna started appearing drowsy, so Bucky offered to carry her, picking her up and supporting her as she rested her head on his shoulder. He led Katrina to her quarters, showing her where his were, just down a little bit from hers. There were two beds in the bedroom of her suite, and he laid Anna down, letting Katrina take her daughter’s shoes off and cover her with a blanket. Someone had thought to bring an Avenger stuffed toy for Anna, so she placed that next to her, smiling as the little girl pulled it close. After closing the bedroom door, she motioned for Bucky to sit down on the couch, sitting close to him. He leaned forward, with his elbows on his knees at first then gave out an audible breath and turned to Katrina.

“Your parents were your foster parents,” he said. “They did care about you and tried to take you out of the base but were betrayed by Sergei, as they trusted him. I was ordered to execute them, and I did, in front of everyone, including you. In a way, it was worse for me because I apparently encouraged them to get you out of there.” He stopped, swallowed and breathed shakily before speaking, this time with a voice that strained with emotion. “I wanted them to take my daughter to safety. You’re my daughter.”

For the longest time she said nothing then when she did speak her voice was trembling.

“Who was my mother?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. I wasn’t a willing participant in any of it. They sedated me to get sperm samples and used in vitro fertilization on seven subjects, identified only by a letter in the Greek alphabet. Apparently, knowing their names wasn’t necessary for the experiment. Only one carried a child to term, your mother.”

“How did you know I was your daughter if you weren’t actively involved?”

“A super soldier has enhanced abilities including their senses, like smell. They thought I could tell by your pheromones that I was your father. Basically, as the Winter Soldier, I recognized your smell.”

“But I don’t have any enhanced abilities,” replied Katrina. “I’m weak. Sergei beat me often. Wouldn’t I have inherited something from you?”

“You did, but you may have also inherited something else. I was supposed to be sterile as they pumped me up with so many drugs and toxins for so many years, testing the limits of my body. A mission that I took to retrieve five doses of the recreated serum from Steve Rogers’ blood, led to that serum being given to a HYDRA elite kill squad, based in Siberia. Worst of the worst people; all of them killers with no remorse. The serum made good men greater, bad men worse. It made this kill squad uncontrollable, and they were put into permanent cryosleep after being subdued. For some reason, and HYDRA being what it was they rationalized it, a virility serum was created from the five and I was injected with it. It worked, and you’re the result. The scientists at the Washington base didn’t find out about the kill squad being involved until you were about two years old. The supplement you take was developed to suppress your super soldier abilities because they were afraid you would be uncontrollable just like them. They weren’t about to just let you loose on the world until they found a way to control you. I’m guessing your tolerance to the suppressant is weakening now, and you’re headed for a transformation. It could make you uncontrollable or you could get through it and come out okay after. They won’t know until it happens.”

“And Anna? Is she affected as well?”

He nodded. “I’m sorry.”

She said nothing but her face spoke volumes. Anger, despair, and betrayal were all evident as she struggled to maintain some of her dignity. He waited, hoping that somewhere she would forgive him for being the reason behind her unhappy life.

“Please leave,” she said, curtly. “I need time by myself to think about everything.”

With reluctance, Bucky stood up and went to the door, looking back at her, as she stood in front of the window. He wanted nothing more than to offer her comfort, but he would respect her choice to be alone to think. Goodness knows, she never had a choice in her entire life. He owed her that much, at least.

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[captainsticksie]

Wow imagine being a Bucky stan still at it saying 'not my cap' about Sam.

Not only does Bucky support Sam with all his heart, he even moved to Delacroix. Driving Sam's truck, playing with his nephews and helping Sarah without being asked.

#did they watch tfatws until the end? #still seeing this nonsense #sam wilson #captain america #anti bucky stans

[livingincolorsagain]

It was an unusually cold evening, even for mid December. It didn’t really snow in Delacroix, no matter how low the temperature dropped, but the cold was still biting, the wind blowing loud and nearly freezing, carrying dead brown leaves in a whirl outside the window.

Bucky sat at the kitchen table, eyes going from the window to the door to the pots on the stove, watching as the steam grew thinner and thinner, then disappeared.

His patience was growing thinner, too.

He wasn’t mad, not really. He knew stuff happened all the time, airports were crazy this time of the year, and the roads were almost constantly busy, people rushing back and forth for the holidays.

He knew, deep down, that the tight feeling in his chest wasn’t anger, but an everlasting worry. It was the same worry that sat there every time Sam was away, growing stronger and stronger until Bucky saw and held him again.

Another hour went by before Bucky heard the familiar sound of their truck pulling up in the driveway.

The minutes dragged by until the front door opened, and there he was, wind blown and exhausted and probably smelling like stale airplane air. He was the best thing Bucky had ever laid his eyes on; arms full with a big bouquet of flowers held awkwardly under his armpit and the big, fancy scarf Bucky got him wrapped up around something, big yellow eyes and soft little meows peeking out of the expensive fabric.

Bucky blinked, eyes going from the bundle to the flowers to Sam’s warm brown eyes and bright smile.

“Hey, baby,” Sam said brightly. “So, you won’t believe what I found on the side of the road when I was driving home.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “It wasn’t the flowers, was it?”

Sam went on as if Bucky didn’t say a thing. “This poor guy. It’s really cold outside, he was shaking. And all the cars were just driving by! Look how small he is, I had to take him in, he could’ve died. You’re not allergic to cats, are you? Because I already ran to Target and bought litter and food. Oh, and I got you flowers, and those tree-shaped Reese’s you like. They’re still in the truck, though, he was throwing a fit so I had to bring him in.”

Bucky stared at him, something so warm and fuzzy buzzing in his chest.

“I’m not allergic,” he ended up saying, voice soft and unspeakably fond.

Sam beamed, unwrapping the bundle and letting the cat down on the floor.

“You’re late because of this?” Bucky asked, watching as the cat looked around the place cautiously and curiously.

“He’s stubborn,” Sam said, looking away from the cat to look at Bucky as he held up the bouquet. “Almost didn’t want my help.”

Bucky shook his head and opened his arms, and finally, finally Sam stepped into them, burying his face in Bucky’s neck and a cold hand under his sweater and over his undershirt, a little sigh escaping him as he leaned all of his weight on Bucky.

All the worry seeped out of Bucky’s skin, like it always did when Sam was back in his arms, whole and unharmed, and he pulled him closer, running his hands up and down his back to warm him up.

“I made soup,” he said, and smiled when Sam chuckled.

“I knew I married you for a reason,” Sam said, pulling back a little to press a kiss to Bucky’s lips, ruining it by laughing when the cat started meowing aggressively at them for being ignored for so long.

“Okay, you take care of that and heat up the soup,” Bucky said as he grabbed the flowers. “I’m gonna bring the rest of the stuff in.”

Sam leaned in for another kiss. “Love you.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and bit back a smile. “Yeah, yeah. Love you, too.”

#there’s no plot here i just wanted to write something mindlessly fluffy #happy holidays <33 #sambucky #sambucky fic #sam wilson #bucky barnes #onlysambucky #a writes sambucky

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

This samstevebucky concept just popped into my head:

A college!AU where the three of them are all dorm-mates. Maybe Steve and Bucky were friends all their lives or maybe they met at college, same with Sam.

Anyway, Steve and Sam notice Bucky put on that ‘freshman fifteen’ pretty quickly into fall semester. Maybe more than fifteen. Individually and without communicating about it, Steve and Sam both encourage Bucky’s eating habits with trips to the dining hall and using Sam’s truck to drive out to get fast food. And, like a cat who tricks their owners into feeding them twice, Bucky starts gaining quicker

Eventually, this all comes to a head in some messy, wonderful way 🤤

Yes.

I love this idea. This is fucking great.

I specifically love the “and, like a cat who tricks their owners into feeding them twice, Bucky starts gaining quicker” because YES!

Warning for unbeta'd sambuckysteve belly kink nonsense. Lots of stuffing, weight gain, teasing and encouragement, mentioned of immobility, EXPLICIT descriptions of fucking, etc.

Modern Bucky, to me, feels like he would be the closest to pre-war Bucky in the MCU. Like, completely charming. Well-kept hair. Pretty eyes with lashes like a girl. A smile with dimples. Knowingly dressing well. He can charm anyone do to anything; he could tilt his head and smile and sweet talk an angel into falling from Heaven for him at the same time he might turn around and fix a devil with a heavily-lidded gaze, smirk, and get them to rise from the ashes of Hell. It just depends on what he wants.

With Steve, Bucky doesn’t even have to try - he can just put on his puppy-dog eyes and pout the tiniest amount and Steve is automatically like, yes, yes, whatever you want. Whatever you need. Of course, I’ll walk with you to the dining hall to get more food. And while we’re out, why don’t we go to the dining hall in the dorms all the way across campus, they have the good food there. C’mon, I don’t mind the walk! I needed a break from studying anyway.

Eventually, when they get there, Steve helps Bucky by carrying an extra plate or two for him. He also helps Bucky by pointing out all the dishes that he knows are Bucky’s favorites. They’ve been friends since they were little kids after all, Steve should know what gets Bucky’s mouth watering. While they eat (or, usually, while Bucky eats because Steve has a reasonably sized-meal that he polishes off pretty quickly) Steve lets Bucky off the hook of talking. Steve either talks about his most recent art project, bouncing ideas off of Bucky or verbally painting him an image of what he finished or whatever. Steve is a spitfire, he can go on and on and on without Bucky’s help. Once Bucky is finally done, he’ll sometimes look longing at the food, as if he wants more. Steve always tells him he deserves more and if he’s still hungry, he should eat. He’s gotta feed his brain after all! Learning his hard work!

Bucky is feeding more than his brain… he’s feeding his slowly softening belly and his widening hips and thighs and his rounding butt.

With Sam, Bucky has to try a little harder. He has to work for it more. Partly because they’ve just met - Sam is the wild card in their dorm arrangement, not having known Steve or Bucky before freshman week when they all moved in. Partly though, Sam likes to play hard to get. He likes to tease. He’s not as easy to wear down as Steve (which is fair, Steve is exceptionally soft for Bucky, so soft it’s laughable). Sam likes to play hard to get as if he doesn’t enjoy all the late-night drives he and Bucky go on even though once they’re out of the dorm - in his truck together - Sam is all for it.

It’s just in the beginning that Bucky has to work for it because Sam does get a thrill out of going through Drive-Thrus and ordering for Bucky. Sam orders for Bucky because Bucky smirks at him and says that because he put in all the effort to drive him here, he can have the pleasure of ordering anything for Bucky he wants. Like doing more work for Bucky, thinking about what he should shovel down next, is a pleasure. An honor. And it is.

Sam, almost without realizing it, begins ordering more and more for Bucky. It’s not just a late-night milkshake or two McDonald’s apple pies. It’s sandwiches. It’s burgers and fries. It’s a drink to wash down the real, actual food he’s getting only hours after going to the dining hall with Steve which… a burger, fries, and a drink?

That’s an entire meal.

A whole extra meal that… when Sam looks over from the driver’s seat, his eyes looking Bucky over from head to toe, catching the way his stomach is becoming a thing under his clothes… he can’t totally justify. He shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be making Bucky’s gain worse. He should be a good, new friend, and he should tell him to take it easy before his health is sacrificed.

(Sam would love to say that he’s concerned for Bucky’s ability to use his charms to get whatever he wants, whoever he wants, but embarrassingly, he’s not. Sam doesn’t think the puffy little double chin that’s starting to show hurts Bucky’s prettiness any. He also doesn’t think, in the semi-privacy of the shared showers that more puffiness would hurt Bucky’s prettiness. It might make it better.)

It’s not just Bucky that becomes friends with Sam though. Sam and Steve become tight too. They go off and do their own adventures together. Now that Steve has finally grown out of his health problems in his youth (thanks to some very helpful drugs and an odd surgery or two), he’s able to play sports. Sam, with the help of the people in the college’s clubs, teaches him football and baseball and laughs his ass off at Steve when he does something spectacularly wrong or clumsy but also whoops and hollers and hypes him up when he gets something right or makes a good play. They have some deep conversations… they both apparently share the trait of having their soul set on fire by injustices.

Yeah, they get along just fine.

They just don’t really realize how much they’re both feeding Bucky.

Until…

Steve meets Natasha, Steve and Natasha run into Sam, they get introduced, and then Bucky bumps into them as well.

Steve and Natasha meet because they share a painting class and Steve could not help but let his mouth drop open and his eyes widen as he saw what painting Natasha was working on. A beautiful, snowy landscape that was both cold and threatening but also so stunning he couldn’t help but want to walk right into it. She also paints on a large scale with these little, tiny brushes. Steve doesn’t know how she gets anything done so quickly with those detail brushes. It’s magical. Natasha laughs at him, saying he’s going to catch flies or some accidentally flicked paint in his mouth if he isn’t careful. They go out to lunch as friends eventually.

Sam sees them but doesn’t interrupt. Not the first time.

The second or third time he introduces himself obnoxiously, barging in, because why wouldn’t he be annoying to his friend when the opportunity presents itself?

Sam and Natasha get along well. And all their schedules this term line up on Mondays well enough that they can get lunch together. So, they do.

Once, while at the food court, chatting and eating, Bucky wanders in. One of his classes was let out early, so he came for food early. He spots Sam and Steve and comes over. Thus he meets Natasha too.

Later, Natasha asks Steve, “so, your friends Sam and…”

Steve is distracted so he doesn’t answer right away, giving her Bucky’s name.

She continues, snapping her fingers, “B-b…” she gives up on the name, “the one who’s your other roommate. He’s white, brown hair, kinda chunky?”

Chunky?

Steve’s heart skips a beat. Bucky? Chunky? The Bucky that comes to his mind is the Bucky from the summer after high school graduation. Soaking in the sun. Slim but a little soft. The way he’s always been since Steve can remember. Broad shoulders and fit but never with abs. Always a little softness around his waist. Comfortable.

“Bucky?” He answers finally.

“Yeah, Bucky,” she rolls her eyes though, “took you long enough. Did you forget his name? Jeez, I thought you two had been friends since you were kids.”

Steve scoffs. “No, no, I’m just,” he waves his hand toward his drawing, “in the zone.”

“Sure,” she says then carries on…

Steve can’t stop thinking about Bucky being chunky. So much so that he blurts out to Sam, “do you think Bucky is getting chubby?”

Sam gives him a weird look, “I don’t fucking know, man, you tell me. You’ve known him your whole life.”

Steve sighs, “yeah, but…”

After a moment of silence, Sam answers, “now that you mention it… probably. Freshy fifteen?”

“More than fifteen,” Steve replies before he can think anything of it.

That’s the end of the first conversation they have about it. But. More conversations happen. All the while, Steve keeps accompanying Bucky to his dining hall binges. He keeps telling him he deserves whatever he craves. He even transitions into getting more plates for Bucky when Bucky says his first few plates aren’t gonna be enough to fill him up. Steve doesn’t want him to run out of food. Steve… Steve is starting to want Bucky to stay put, so he can always bring him his food. So he can see his belly come closer and closer to kissing the edge of the table they’re sitting at.

Also, Sam keeps driving Bucky to Drive-Thurs, sometimes even to grocery stores or real restaurants. He stops having the same ability to deny Bucky whatever he wants. He can still pretend to deny Bucky what he wants though - bantering. It’s like Steve’s weakness is rubbing off on him that the same time that Bucky wears him down. Every night, Sam gives Bucky a look, up and down, and tries to decide if he looks bigger than yesterday. The answer is yes every night.

Sam and Steve talk about it. Steve sounds worshipful when he talks about having watched Bucky take his shirt off to change in their dorm room. He’s got stretch marks apparently. He looks soft all over. Sam imagines it. He also imagines squishing Bucky into the tiny middle seat of his truck with Steve sitting in the passenger seat while he drives and shivers.

Sam starts bringing little treats to Bucky throughout the day. It’s finals season again. He needed them to keep his spirits up.

Steve follows his lead.

They fall into a routine.

Natasha can’t take their stupidity eventually. She bluntly prints out an article on feedism, perfectly titled Feedism for Dummies, and hands one copy to both Sam and Steve. Somehow she knows they’ve talked about it, but haven’t talked to Bucky. She tells them they have to talk to him about it. It’s spooky, embarrassing, and very helpful.

They talk.

Steve and Sam.

Steve, Sam, and Bucky.

Bucky doesn’t want it to stop. He… he likes it as much as they do.

This makes for such wonderful occurrences as:

Bucky waking up in his bottom bunk

(he seems like a bottom bunk kinda guy, Steve is on the top of their bunk, and Sam is in his own bunk bed on the top bed. Steve and Bucky volunteered to share at the beginning of the year because Sam was new)

and being told to just sit up slightly. Looking so soft and so fat. Sam and Steve then take turns feeding Bucky breakfast in bed. They got way too much from the dining hall as soon as it opened. All of it is going to go into Bucky. Their growing little pet.

Bucky is too big for one of the other fully grown men to climb into his twin bunk bed with him, so it’s one at a time. Sam will feed him and rub his tummy, teasing him. Then, Steve will feed him and rub his tummy, cooing at him. By the time they’re done, Bucky is groaning and holding his belly together himself, moaning about how he’s never going to make it to his afternoon classes today. They’re going to have to roll him out of his bunk.

The bed creaks so much that Sam says they had better take him up on the offer now before he breaks his little bed. Not designed with all of him in mind.

Later, Sam does get Bucky in the center seat of his truck. It’s a sandwich with Bucky as the filling and the filling is getting filled. They go through one Drive-Thru after another. It’s their entire Saturday. Sam driving. Steve riding passenger. Bucky in the middle.

By the time evening falls and Bucky is whimpering his way through dinner, stuffed before they already began, they’re all so horny they feel a little crazy with it. They are alone - parked in the city park with the sun setting and no one around them - but they’re also not really alone. They’re in a public place still. Sitting in Sam’s truck.

So… they can’t do anything about their too close, too much horny. Even though Bucky’s fat is rubbing against Steve and Sam and it’s making them all insane. Bucky’s wedged in. Sam is whispering to him, low and dirty, how by the time summer rolls around, they’re gonna have to toss him in the bed of the truck to get him anywhere. He won’t fit in the truck cab. He’ll be too big. Steve playfully argues that instead, they’ll have to buy a bigger truck. A whole new one. One that Bucky can fit in. Sam shoots back that there’s no point in that because they’re gonna work together to make Bucky outgrow any truck anyway. Might as well start putting him in the bed anyway, so he can get used to it.

Extra kinky, but… they would all fucking love double penetration. I’m not talking spit-roasting with Bucky taking one of their cocks in his ass and the other’s cock in his mouth at the same time. No, I’m talking true DP.

Both of their cocks in Bucky’s ass at once.

It would have to wait until they have their own space - their own shared apartment off campus with a bed big enough for all three of them.

(Throughout the time they’re in the dorms, they often end up fucking on the floor, even when it’s just two of them, not all three, because Bucky’s ass (and everything) is too big for a twin mattress.)

Bucky is on his hands and knees, shoving handfuls of cake into his mouth, while Sam and Steve take him from behind. Splitting his fat ass open wide with both of their cocks. He’s moaning like crazy. Loving every fucking second of this. It’s so good. Everything his gluttonous heart wants. And...

Steve can’t stop panting and moaning and gasping, telling Bucky he’s being so good, taking so much. Sam is keeping a running commentary over Steve’s sounds and nearly incoherent words, he’s swearing up a storm and telling Bucky how spoiled he is - taking both their cocks and eating an entire fucking cake after a huge dinner. He’s getting so fat. He’s so good for them. So big and greedy. So sweet, so hot and tight.

I hope you enjoyed that ❤️

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[dimeurz]

I have another one for the lyric prompt :D

"Buff and his skin looks gorgeous/How can someone ignore this?/We took a trip down a new road"

sorry it’s been a hectic week! hope you like it :)

The sun has almost set in Delacroix, Louisiana. The remaining rays illuminate the lake, orange like clementine, while the crescent moon is slowly making its appearance in the sky.

Most of the cook-out guests have left, and since everybody had come together to clean up after, it was quick. Only a few chairs and tables remain, but they’re supposed to go back to the house’s attic, so Sam had told Sarah to leave them for him and Bucky to throw into the truck.

Bucky dips his feet into the cold water, swaying them while Sam sits beside him with a grunt. Sam gives him a bottle of beer in which he opens with his metal hand, then switches with Sam so he can open his. Bucky is on his seventh, Sam on his third.

“You gotta drive us home,” Sam says with a smile, lowering his feet into the lake as well. He whistles at the temperature. “Must be nice to never get drunk, huh.”

Sighing, Bucky shrugs. “I guess. Unless you’re really trying to get drunk and it just won’t happen.”

“We should ask Thor for his Asgardian ale, then.”

Bucky chuckles, then chugs his beer. He drinks it like water and leaves it halfway done before putting it down. He looks at his feet as they make ripples on the water. He doesn’t quite remember the feeling of loud laughters doused with tipsiness among friends. Today was close, except he doesn’t really get drunk. He notes the way Sam’s thigh touches his, crowding into his space despite the possible elbow room. Whatever thoughts Bucky is thinking right now are sober thoughts and it makes him nervous.

He looks at Sam through a shy side eye before angling his head better. The remaining seconds of the golden hour cast a beautiful hue on Sam’s face, the flow of his swashing in the water sounding too much like home. He and Sam have been through a lot ever since the plane to Munich, and they do deserve this serene moment, just the two of them. Bucky had realized that the legacy of Steve had never been the shield — it was him, and most importantly, it was Sam. He was so stressed out about protecting the legacy, how to do so, but he’s been absentmindedly doing it from the start. Sam is the only reason why he’s back fighting the good fight again. He’s someone that Bucky is willing to be rightfully devoted to.

“Are you drunk?” Bucky asks out of the blue.

Sam takes a swig and exhales with a smile, turning to Bucky. He winks an eye as he thinks and hums. Bucky finds him adorable. “No– Maybe. I don’t know. I guess it is kinda getting to me now... Why? Do I look drunk?”

After a careful pause, Bucky continues, “Will you remember tomorrow if I told you that I loved you today?”

Sam blinks. He knew that. Well, he knew that at some point, Bucky started caring about him, right? And that’s love. He knows the general rules of love.

“What?”

“If I told you that I want to be by your side for as long as you let me? That you’re my purpose and my will, that I realized you’re the one I’ve been waiting for my whole life?” Bucky goes on, breathless. He feels as if he had just poured his heart out. He might’ve. “Because I think I’m in love with you, Sam Wilson.”

Sam feels like he’s just been splashed by cold water, his eyes big as he stares at Bucky in surprise. He opens his mouth and closes it a few times, his brain buffering along with the tad amount of alcohol seeping into his system. Since when? And how did he never notice? Now he’s overanalyzing every action Bucky has done around him, or all the words he has said to him that may have meant something else. He feels fuzzy in the chest, as if he’s a high schooler being asked out to prom. Sam averts his gaze while Bucky tilts his head in an attempt to chase it.

The sun has gone down officially. The stars are high in the sky, and the only source of light they have is the lamp post situated just before the dock ramp. It’s been silent for an uncomfortable amount of time that Bucky slowly starts regretting everything. Maybe it’s the way he said it. Maybe it’s the timing. Fuck, he’s panicking. The last thing he wants is to lose the one person that makes him want to try to live again.

Bucky shifts in his seat and picks his feet up from the water. “Forget it. Sorry, I– uh, sorry.” He whispers, his face turning red in embarrassment. He’s biting down on his lips as he hastily stands up, one of the empty bottles beside him tipping towards the others. They topple down like bowling pins, making Bucky kneel to quickly collect them so they don’t fall into the water.

However, just before Bucky could grab one of the bottles, Sam holds his wrist and yanks it a bit, making him face him. Once he is looking, Sam reaches for his neck and pulls him into a kiss.

Bucky melts into it almost immediately.

Sam doesn’t give Bucky a gentle first kiss. It’s intense but not exactly passionate — their faces are mushed together too much, like they can’t get close enough. He lets go of Bucky’s wrist, allowing Bucky to place a hand on his back, his metal fingers gripping on his jacket to gesture more, more, more.

They’ve kissed other people many times before. Bucky before the war, behind bars and after school; Sam in movie theatres and at the back of his old Mustang. They both think this is the first time they’ve felt this way, however, and Sam believes that he feels the same as Bucky — he has also unknowingly waited for this his whole life.

Once they’ve broken the kiss, their foreheads rest against each other while catching their breaths.

“You’re not gonna forget this, right?” Bucky asks again.

Sam laughs. He gives him another quick kiss. “No, but remind me again tomorrow, will you?”

“Sam... I’ll remind you every damn day.”

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[firstelevens]

sugar pie, honey bunch (chapter sixteen)

In spite of the detour that he has to take, Bucky still makes pretty good time on his drive into Delacroix. He had been planning to call Sam to say they could just meet at the marina, but he’d put it off and been rewarded for his procrastination: no traffic, no accidentally taking wrong turns, no having to stop in the middle of a 55 mile per hour road so a flock of ducks could cross from one pond to another.

By the time he turns onto the road that leads to Sam’s house, it’s only a few minutes past when he was supposed to arrive. Sam will still give him a hard time about it, but it would be dishonest to say that Bucky isn’t kind of looking forward to that.

When he pulls up to the house, he sees Sam’s truck, the bed loaded with party supplies and the passenger door open. Sam’s front door is open, too, and he appears a half second later, two large tupperwares tucked under one arm and his phone clutched in his other hand.

He only looks up from the screen at the sound of Bucky cutting out the engine, his face lighting up with a smile.

“You made it!” he’s saying, as Bucky steps out of the car. “Thought we were going to have to send out search and rescue; figured you might have taken a wrong turn and ended up in Texas.”

Bucky laughs. “And risked showing up late for your cookout? I would never; you’d hold it over me for life.”

Sam puts the boxes in the truck as he walks towards Bucky, opening his arms for a hug, which is apparently something they do now. Bucky steps into them immediately, resting his chin on Sam’s shoulder and trying not to go weak kneed at the feel of his laugh rumbling in his chest.

chapter 16 on AO3 | start from the beginning

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