#bucky x original character

[vbecker10]

I have carefully contemplated about the requests I wish to submit and have come up with two. I shall submit them separately for ease. Here are the details:

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader.

Scene: Post Wakanda rehab. To start working with the Avengers he needs to go through some skills and drills training and is assigned to one of the best, Y/N.

Request: Bucky, who is normally the one chased by the ladies, find himself in a very odd situation. He has a crush on Y/N and is now the chaser. Could you please write about the first date and how he finally wooed her? (You can add details about the build up to him finally asking her out and what not if you like.

@soubi001 I'm so excited to finally get to this one!! I hope you like it 💚💚

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Back to Basics (Part 1 of 3)

(Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky x female reader (Bucky POV)

Warnings: none, fluff, touch of self doubt, clumsiness, being super awkward

Summary: Bucky has been invited to join the Avengers but he's disappointed when his first assignment is to take a skills assessment course. He quickly changes his mind when he meets the head trainer, Y/N. Bucky's growing crush on her causes him to be distracted during the evaluations and have several mishaps in the gym. After his third day of the assessment, Bucky begins to think it might be better if he just disappeared before he causes anymore damage but Sam has other plans.

A/N: idk why but I really felt like this just leaned towards Bucky being a bit awkward and I ran with it lol, I hope that's OK

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(BUCKY POV)

You follow Steve and Sam down the long hallway towards the main gym. You've been gone just over a year and as much as you liked the calm of Wakanda and couldn't be more thankful for everyone's help, you were glad to be back home. As soon as you were free from Hydra's mind control, Steve and Tony asked you to come back and join the Avengers. You were really looking forward to being part of the team and doing some good for once.

"What are we doing down here? I thought you said you were giving me my first assignment," you ask Steve when you reach the door to the gym. You had been back at the Tower for three long, boring weeks. Your days were spent filling out paperwork, talking to your new therapist and working out. You were ready to get back into the field not spend more time in the gym.

"This is your first assignment," he answers. Sam opens the door and you walk in after both of them.

"What are you talking about?" you ask again, feeling a mixture of confusion and annoyance.

"You have to take the skills assessment course," Steve tells you matter of factly.

You look at him shocked, "Seriously? You do know I'm a super soldier right?"

Sam laughs, "Then you shouldn't have any problems with it old man."

You roll your eyes at Sam and Steve shrugs, "All new members have to go through the skills assessment. It's to evaluate you and see if improvements can be made. It also helps us figure out your strengths and weaknesses so we can decide who to send on which missions. It's just protocol Buck."

You groan and know it's no use to argue with him. Steve has no problems bending or breaking the rules when he thinks they are unjust but this doesn't seem to be one of those times. You cross your arms and say, "Just tell me Sam's not in charge of this."

"No, of course not. The head trainer is, you might have seen her around but I'm not sure if you've met her formally yet. She should be here any minute," Steve checks his watch and the door opens a moment later. "Oh, here she is," he says and you look up.

You can feel your heart stop for a second as you recognize the woman walking into the gym. The first time you saw her was a few days after you moved into the Tower, you had accidentally bumped into her as you were leaving for your run in the morning. You apologized for spilling her coffee and offered to take her to the Cafe for a new one but she declined. She told you not to worry since she was late for work, leaving you on the sidewalk as you watched her disappear into the building. Every morning after that, you timed your run so you would jog past her on your way to the park. She always smiled at you, coffee in hand, as you approached her and you always wanted to stop and talk to her but you never did.

She smiles warmly at all three of you then gives Steve and Sam hugs. You can't help but feel a bit jealous and look down, hoping no one notices.

"Hi, James. Oh, I guess you prefer Bucky right? I'm Y/N," she says, holding out her hand for you to shake it.

You clear your throat and smile. "Right, Bucky. Nice to meet you Y/N," you say as you shake her hand.

"Are you going to let go of her any time soon? We've all got other things to do today," Sam says and you realize you've been shaking her hand for way too long. You open your hand to release her and she giggles.

"That's quiet a firm handshake, Bucky," she jokes as she wiggles her fingers.

You laugh nervously. "You think that's hard, you should feel the metal one," and as soon as you say it you wish you hadn't. What the hell was that, you think to yourself but thankfully she laughs.

"Yea... well as much fun as this... isn't," Sam says, "I think we should head out." He pats Steve's shoulder and motions towards the door.

Steve nods, "Sam's right, don't want to be late for our briefing. Have fun you two."

They both leave and the gym is filled with an awkward silence for a moment until Y/N says, "Alright super soldier, let's see what you've got." She brings you over to the treadmills and says, "I know you already went on your run this morning, think you can handle this?"

You smile, feeling sure of yourself, "It was only ten miles, a few more won't be a problem."

"Great," she answers. Then you watch Y/N turn on several monitors next to the first treadmill while she asks, "Can you take off your shirt?"

You stand behind her a bit confused but who are you to say no to a request like that from her. "Sure," you answer as you pull your t-shirt off and hang it over the railing on the treadmill.

Y/N turns around and stares at you, her mouth hanging slightly open and you smile at the reaction. She clears her throat and picks up a few electrodes, "I umm... I need to put these on you to check your heartrate and breathing." You stand still, letting her place them on your chest and notice she is doing her best to look anywhere but up at you. When she's finished, she turns away quickly and says, "You can put your shirt back on."

You don't say anything as you put it back on while she stares at the monitors and makes a few notes on her tablet. You get on the treadmill then she leans over the rail and pushes a few buttons, turning it on for you.

The belt begins to move slowly and you walk at a leisurely pace. After about five minutes, Y/N reaches over and pushes the arrow a few more times, making more notes as you start to jog. You glance over at her and see her running the end of pen from her tablet gently over her lips as she watches you. She blushes when your eyes meet and she puts the pen in her other hand quickly before adjusting the speed again. Every fifteen minutes, she increases the speed by 5mph or 10mph and makes several notes each time, making sure she checks the monitors as well.

You start to run faster as the speed increases to 20mph. You steal another look over at Y/N as she tucks her hair behind her ear. "How's that feel?" she asks, and for a moment all you can think about it how soft her hair must feel but you know that wasn't the question.

"Relaxing, when are you going to make it a challenge?" you joke. The pace is very close to the one you typically set for yourself when you run through the park every morning.

"We're getting there soldier," she says with a smile as she sets the treadmill to 25mph then 30mph.

You push harder and begin to realize you're getting near your limit. The fastest you've ever tracked yourself was 36mph but that was only for a short distance and you hadn't spent the morning running first. You can feel your leg and arm muscles becoming strained under the constant testing. You run your hand through your hair then wipe away some sweat that is beading on your forehead.

A few minutes later she asks, "Wanna try to raise it a bit more?"

Every muscle in your body says no but you hear yourself say, "Go for it, doll."

With that, Y/N increases the speed to 35mph and you push yourself even harder. Your feet hit the treadmill hard and you pump your arms quickly. You can feel the sweat rolling down your chest and back but you don't quit. You stare straight ahead of you and continue to run full speed when you hear Y/N ask, "Still doing ok, Bucky?"

"Never better," you answer, trying to sound like you aren't breathing hard even though you know she is monitoring you. You look over at her and smile to prove your point and when she smiles back you feel your foot catch on the belt for just a moment too long.

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(Later that day)

"I can't believe you actually tripped and fell off the treadmill," Sam laughs as he sits next to you at the kitchen island.

You groan loudly and put your head down on the countertop, closing your eyes. You've spent the last few hours trying not to relive your morning over and over.

"I can't believe you broke the treadmill," Steve says in a much more serious tone.

"I didn't do it on purpose," you say quietly without looking up.

"Well... I for one am excited to see what you break tomorrow," Sam jokes and you lift your head slowly.

"What?" you ask him.

"When you go back, you know, for the rest of the assessment," he says and your eyes widen.

"Buck, it's a five day course, didn't Y/N explain that to you?" Steve asks.

You shake your head, "No... after I pulled one of the handrails off and the tore a slit in the belt with this," you wave your metal fingers, "She just told me to leave the gym."

Sam tries not to laugh again but Steve doesn't pay attention to him. "I'll talk to her after my next meeting," he tells you.

Just as you are about the get up and hide in your room for the rest of the day, Thor and Loki walk into the kitchen. The fact that they are both laughing strikes you as odd. You've never seen the two gods getting along before but then you see they are both watching something on Loki's tablet.

"You guys watching the video?" Sam asks and Thor nods. You bumped into Nat and Clint on your way up from the gym and they showed you the video. Apparently the assessment was being recorded for training purposes and Tony had 'accidentally' emailed the video to the whole team.

"My brother and I have discovered that it is actually much more entertaining if you watch it at different speeds," Thor says with a wide smile. "I prefer it at two times the normal speed," he laughs and Sam agrees.

"I think half speed is my favorite actually. You can see in your eyes the exact moment you realize you are going to fall and there is nothing you can do to stop it," Loki adds with a grin.

"Hey, good news though," Sam says, pointing to your face, "At least you don't look any worse than you usually do. How did you manage to not break your face?"

"That is an excellent point," Thor says. "I was sure you would have a bruised eye or bloodied nose at the very least."

Loki shrugs, "When you slow it down enough," he turns the tablet towards you and Sam, "You can see Barnes manages to get his hand down just in time to stop his face from hitting the still moving belt."

"Lucky me," you mumble and head out of the kitchen.

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(BUCKY POV - The next morning)

You take a deep breath and open the door to the gym. Y/N is sitting cross legged on the floor, leaning against a column in the middle of the empty gym. "Hi," you say and for some reason you wave even though she is reading.

She looks up from her book and smiles. "Hi Bucky," she responds cheerfully as she gets up. You sigh, letting out the breath you were holding when she smiles at you. You had been so worried she would be upset about what had happened yesterday.

"So... I was thinking we should stay away from anything expensive today," she jokes and you follow her to the back of the gym.

"I've got a good old fashioned punching bag for you," she points to the large bag hanging from the ceiling beam. She explains how the cameras will capture your movements so they can be analyzed afterwards while you wrap up your hands.

You start off slowly, focusing on technique and form rather than pure strength. You move around a bit, getting into a rhythm as you punch the bag, alternating hands. You can feel Y/N watching you but she remains silent, taking notes occasionally.

A few minutes in, you hear the door open and she tells you she will be right back. You watch from the corner of your eye as she gives the young agent a hug. Why did it seem like she gave the perfect hug, and would she ever hug you like that, you wondered as you hit the bag slightly harder. He says something you can't hear but the sound of her laughter fills the gym and you hit the bag again. She crosses her arms around herself as they continue to talk and you continue to hit the bag, alternating hands as you put more force into each strike. Again, he says something that makes her laugh and she hits his arm hard but playfully.

You hit the bag with your metal hand and suddenly realize you've made a huge mistake. The punching bag tears open and sand sprays across the back of the gym.

Y/N and the agent stop laughing abruptly and turn to look at you in shock. The empty bag swings from the ceiling, the chain squeaking is the only sound in the gym.

"Good luck, Y/N" the agent says as he slips out the door.

"So... that happened," Y/N laughs as she walks towards you slowly. You look down, kicking at the sand gently.

"Apparently," you answer, still not making eye contact with her. How could you have been this stupid, she specifically gave this to you so you wouldn't mess up or destroy another piece of equipment and you still did.

The door opens again and the agent looked his head inside. "I forgot, my mom wanted to to ask if you were coming to dinner on Sunday. She said your parents are going to be there," he says, barely stepping inside.

"Oh, uh... yea. Tell her I'll be there," she answers and he shuts the door. She looks up at you and almost as if she was reading your mind says, "That's my cousin, Tyler. It's our grandmother's birthday this weekend."

You nod and realize you might be even more of an idiot than you originally thought you were. Standing in silence, there is suddenly another tearing sound as what is left of the bag falls onto the ground and you sigh.

She puts her hands on her hips and looks around for a moment then says, "I guess I'll get you a broom and we'll call it a day I think."

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WIP WEDNESDAY. Here is the cover for my Mob Bucky story I’ve been teasing for the last few weeks!

I also wanted to tell you some more about it. This is going to be a very dark fic. Very mature themes I really haven’t decided how graphic the smut will be because it is not the focal point of this story. I’m planning on doing a broad warning ⛔️ for the fic and then mark parts of the individual chapters because some of it is deep in the plot, but I want people to be able to protect themselves. I’m just going to tell you up front this story will cause emotional damage and I’m not sure I can actually apologize cause I really like how it’s turning out.

I’m also trying a different approach with my OC Evie. Part of her and Bucky’s relationship will be told only in snippets in flashbacks. If the story gets enough interest maybe I will go back and write a prequel we will see.

But for now here is the cover of my story ILL-FATED I hope you will join me here or on AO3 for the ride

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[stardustdreams-andcaffeine]

Prey | Bucky Barnes

bucky barnes x oc ✧ oneshot

Summary: OC and her brother are being hunted by the Winter Soldier to atone for the sins of their father. For reasons the Winter Soldier cannot explain, he finds himself helping this girl escape the very people he works for.

A/N: This is one of my favs, hope you all love it like I do! I always gravitate towards oc's but I've got some reader inserts to post as well. I have like 60 one shots already written so I'll be systematically editing and uploading them here, pls enjoy friends! Also, if you have literally ANY requests, ask it up! I love being of service 🤍

Warnings: oc, severe angst, violence, suspense, winter soldier bucky, mention of past abuse, protective bucky, fluff at the end

Word Count: 13,191

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He's been hunting us for days now. 

I don't know why. I don't even know who he is. It all happened so fast, one minute I was sitting in my apartment with my closest and really only friend, the next I was getting a frantic call from my little brother saying a man had shot up the family house.

A man with a metal arm.

My little brother, Cody, has been living with my dad alone ever since I moved out. He's nearly 18 and fully plans to leave the moment he can. I tried to persuade a few social workers to let me become his legal guardian to get him away from that sorry excuse for a father, but my attempts were in vain. Even though I'm older than Cody, old enough to be considered responsible for his care, my father stood in the way. However awful our dad may be, he's a high-ranking government official and has power. There was no way he was going to let his daughter take his son away from him. 

In a way, I think he's lonely.

Our mother passed a few years after I moved out to begin my adult life. If she had died before and my father had begun acting the way he did while I was still at home, I never would've left Cody there alone. I did visit rather frequently, trying to deflect any scorn or more...physical reprimands onto myself as much as I could. Our star of a father just happened to be away on government official business when I got the call.

Now here we are, huddled together on the same bed of a grimy motel, my brother restlessly asleep with his head in my lap while I keep watch. He begs me every night to wake him up halfway through so he can take watch.

Every night I ignore him and let him sleep.

I haven't slept in two days, both of which we've had to constantly relocate and run away from the man with the metal arm. He always manages to find us, no matter how careful we are. Somehow, by a miracle, he hasn't managed to kill us yet. In fact, he has yet to get close enough to get a good enough look at us. 

The untraceable pay phone in my trembling, exhausted hand rings, the sound repetitive and hopeless.

"Come on" I whisper, biting my lip furiously, "Pick up"

Once again, for what must be the thirtieth time, my father doesn't answer my call. When I hear the phone tell me to leave a message, I decide that after this one I will call and leave no more. By now, I'm almost convinced that he's in on this whole thing.

"Dad, it's your daughter, Caroline Bane. Remember me?" I begin, trying desperately, and failing miserably, to keep the anger out of my usually quiet and anger-less voice.

"Oh and your son Cody Bane is here too. If it wouldn't trouble you too much, maybe you'd like to pick up your phone and realize that your children are being hunted," I spit out, keeping my voice low to not wake up my brother, "I know you never really cared for us, but mom did. I wonder, what would she think of you if she could see you now? Blowing off our calls and leaving us to die?"

I pause, trying to keep the tears that water in my hazel eyes at bay. I bite my lip hard to keep from crying, I refuse to let this man hear me cry. 

"I don't know what's happening, I don't know what we did or what you did but for once in your life can you be a man and own up to it instead of letting your kids take the fall?" I grit out, a tear managing to slip down my cheek despite my best efforts to keep it in, "Randall Bane, you are a coward. You never have been and never will be my father."

I end the call, a few more tears slipping down my heated cheeks. Never in my life have I spoken with such venom to any single person, but I know, I just know, that my dad's involved in this. All of my pent up disappointment and anger towards him and the way he's beat on both me and my little brother just spilled out. I wouldn't care if he only beat on me, if he only hit me and yelled at me I could take it. I'd be able to push through it. 

But no one, not even my father, has the right to hit my little brother.

My brother stirs lightly on my lap.

"Carrie? Everything alright?" Cody mumbles, his groggy voice heavy with sleep. I nod and smooth back his hair that's the same rich brown as mine. 

"Everything's just fine," I whisper soothingly, trying to keep the emotion from my voice, "Sleep, Cody"

In a few seconds, he's fallen back asleep peacefully. When he does, I feel a tear slip down my cheek. He's only a kid, he shouldn't have to deal with any of this at such a young age. In the time since our mom passed, I've been less a sister and more a mother to Cody. I was always there to smile and laugh with him, to joke around and play video games with him. I made sure he did his homework and didn't get into too much trouble. When he'd have break downs, I'd be there. When his heart got broken, I was there. When our dad tried to hit him, I stood in the way. 

I'd do anything to protect my brother. 

I smile softly down at his sleeping form and carefully slide his head off of my lap and onto the pillow near him. Then, I carefully climb off of the bed and stand, stretching out my aching muscles slightly. I let out a long sigh and walk towards the window nearby, cautiously moving the curtain the slightest bit to look out.

I'm not used to constantly living in fear. I don't like it, not one bit. Neither Cody nor I know how to use a gun or even a knife properly. Obviously, we can give it our best shot but up until now it's been pure luck that we've stayed alive. We've managed to drive away or hide before the man with the metal arm could find us. If he had managed to get any closer, we surely would've been dead. We tried calling the police, but the officers who came were dead within minutes. Now, I have no clue what to do. I don't know how much longer we can run and hide. I don't know how much longer my luck will last.

I'm just about to step away from the window and close the curtains when something catches my eye. A large, black SUV swerves into the parking lot silently and only a single man steps out. Once I see a flash of metal, I jump away from the curtains with my heart in my throat. My pulse begins to race and adrenaline immediately floods every fiber of my being. Intense fear strikes to the very depths of me as I scramble to figure out the best escape plan. 

First, I have to wake up Cody.

I sprint over to the bed and clamp a hand over my brother's mouth to keep him from making a noise. Then, I shake him awake. He starts with a gasp, his hazel eyes matching mine flying open in a panic. When he turns to me, he relaxes only slightly. I put a finger to my lips, to which he nods. When I remove my hand, I speak hurriedly and in whispers. 

"He's here, we have to go" I rush out, scrambling around the room and grabbing our already packed backpacks. As he jumps out of bed and does the same, a few gunshots can be heard in the distance. We both freeze, looking at each other with wide eyes.

No doubt he got our room number out of the man at the front desk, who is no doubt dead now. I don't have time to dwell on the immense flood of guilt and terror that inundates me, but rather begin to shove my brother towards the bathroom and hand him both of our bags.

"There's a small window in there, get it open and get out" I command, looking up at the window just large enough to fit a body through. Cody begins to do as I say, but pauses to look over at me as I look around for any sort of makeshift weapon I can find.

"What are you doing? Aren't you coming?" my brother asks, his wide eyes locked on me. I snap my gaze up to him, sympathy pouring through me at his fright. 

"I'm gonna buy you as much time as I can, now go." I order, finally managing to pry off a bar from the wall and moving out of the bathroom.

"Caroline wait, please!" Cody calls to me, emotion thick in his tone. I spare him one last glance as he works on the window.

"Don't wait for me, get in the car and find a safe place. Please, Cody. Please just listen to me" I beg and before he can protest, I slam the door shut. Just as I do, I hear footsteps outside our motel door. 

My stomach lurches at the sound and I sprint towards the door, my mind racing for a solution. I stand right beside it, the heavy metal bar trembling in my hands. When the man with the metal arm opens the door, I plan on hitting him as hard as I can with the bar. Hopefully, by the time he gets past me and to the bathroom, Cody will be gone.

Even if it takes my life, my little brother will get out of this.

A crash sounds from the bathroom, signaling Cody has broken the window. My relief is short-lived when only a second later, the door to the motel room bursts open. Fear grips my heart but I don't freeze. When the man with metal arm walks into the room, his eyes survey the empty area in the belly of the room as the door shuts behind him. Holding my breath, I move from my blind spot by the door and swing the metal bar as hard as I can at his head. It slams into his skull, but not as hard as I'd like. I'm nowhere near strong enough to knock a man as big as him unconscious.

The man is sent off of his balance, lowering his gun slightly as he recoils from the hit. I take the advantage and move to hit him again, but just as I'm swinging, he whirls around and catches the bar mid air with his metal hand. I freeze, my eyes wide with fear as the bar bends in his metal grasp. His eyes lock onto mine for a moment and I realize that it's the first time I've been this close to the man with the metal arm.

His eyes are blue, a bright, intoxicating blue I've never seen. The kind of blue that makes me stall for a moment.

From what I can see, he doesn't seem near as old as I thought he'd be. It perplexes me that someone so young could be so incredibly lethal. His long, dark hair hangs dangerously around his face, covering up what little the mask that goes up to his nose doesn't. Within a moment, my examination of him is over as he rips the bar from my hands and throws it aside. Then, just as he's about to shoot me, a small curse of pain comes from the bathroom.

My world stops.

Cody must've been cut by some glass on his way out, and I feel the walls begin to close around me. The man looks over towards the bathroom and back to me slowly. I begin to shake my head.

"No, no! Please!" I beg, but he crashes the butt of his gun against my cheek and sends me sprawling to the floor. 

I groan in pain and look up to see the man with the metal arm stalking toward the bathroom. My heart lurches and I find the strength to force myself to my feet. I sprint over, the world swerving only slightly as I do. Just before he reaches out to open the door, I shove myself in between the man and the thin wood hiding my brother. I brace my arms on the doorway, making myself a sort of blockade. 

"Leave him alone, please!" I shout, my hair hanging wildly and some parts falling into my eyes, "He's just a kid, he's a kid."

This seems to make the man with the blue eyes pause, but only for a moment. He begins to reach out to throw me aside to get to my brother before he makes it out of the window, so with a racing heart I blurt out the first thing that comes to my mind.

"If you have to kill us kill me! Please kill me, not him!" I shout, beseeching the assassin. 

The man freezes, his eyes widening slightly. He wasn't expecting that.

"He's a kid, please! Kill me, not him. Kill me." I repeat, the words loaded with desperation. I can only hope and pray that Cody is at the car about to make it away before anyone else who might be in the van sees him. 

As my desperate eyes stay locked onto the man's bright blue ones, I furrow my brows as I catch the slightest bit of hesitation. Who is he?

In the silence of his conflicted, shocked eyes burning into mine, I hear the revving of a car engine and tires screeching as a car drives away. Relief like I've never felt it pours through me, flooding every fiber of my being. The car is enough to bring the man back to his senses, and he throws me aside before shoving his way into the bathroom. I hit the wall and quickly rebound, looking into the bathroom over my hunter's massive body and smiling when I find it empty. 

He's safe. 

Outside I hear car doors open and about a dozen more feet pounding up. My heart drops as I realize that he's not alone. Thankfully, the guards, at least that's what I'm assuming they are, didn't follow Cody but now they're outside the room. The man, now beyond furious, walks over to me and grabs me by the throat, slamming me so hard into the wall that my bones creak. I gasp, fear spiking through me as his raging blue eyes lock angrily onto me. I know the spot where his metal hand grasps will bruise.

"Where is he going?" He growls.

Surprise curls through me, I've never heard him talk before. The sound is dark and gravelly and sends shivers down my spine that I don't understand. Or maybe that I don't want to understand.

"I don't know" I answer truthfully, my voice rasping from the lack of breath because of his grip on my throat. He pulls me away and slams me into the wall again, making me cry out in pain this time. Outside, I hear the clicking of more guns, and I know that if a miracle doesn't happen, I'm going to die. 

Better me than Cody, though.

When I look back into the eyes of the metal-armed man before me, I remember the conflicted gaze from before, the way he froze. He's human, somewhere beneath the assassin's mask. I just know it. Deep in his eyes, in a way I can't explain, I see pain and brokenness and a humanity long shoved away. I know it's my best chance.

"Please, I don't know who you are but you obviously know me. I didn't do anything wrong, I know you know that," I plead, my voice barely above a whisper as his vice-like grip on my throat only tightens, "Please help me, please" 

Again, there's that same hesitation that gives me hope. His metal grip loosens ever so slightly.

"Why'd you do it?" He grits out, surprising me.

"I'm sorry?" I ask, confused as to what he's asking. 

Outside, one guard pipes up.

"Asset, is it secure?"

My eyes widen and I feel my fear spike yet again. Asset? Does this man not have a name?

"Why'd you try and sacrifice yourself for the boy?" He grits out, his hand on my throat now barely squeezing.

"He's my brother," I say simply, my wide eyes locked onto his, "I'd do anything to protect him."

"We're coming in" another voice calls out. I look towards the door and back to my assassin.

"Please help me." I whisper one last time, my voice broken and charged with emotion. 

I don't know why he does it or why I'm so incredibly surprised when he does, but he suddenly pulls away from me and shoves me behind him. I stumble, not knowing what he's about to do.

"Hold on and stay behind me" He commands, making hope spark in my chest. I do as I'm told and cower behind the large, muscular man. 

Then the door slams open and the bullets begin to fly.

I hear the ricocheting of bullets against metal and hear my assassin fire only twelve shots. Each must find their target because silence rests over the room. I step out from behind him to see twelve guards dead on the floor. My stomach lurches, nausea overtaking me as my wide, fearful eyes take in the carnage. 

"Don't make me regret this," he lowly warns, grabbing my arm and tugging me out of the room, "We have to move."

He drags me out into the black of night, the only light coming from a lamppost or two and the sliver of a moon above us. I'm in shock as the man who's been hunting me for the past few days drags me along to a random car, saving my life. My eyes inadvertently go to where my car used to sit and I can't help but smile at the empty spot. I turn back around and see the man with the metal arm breaking into a car and hot-wiring it. My eyes widen.

"What are you doing?" I ask, surprise curling through my voice. He looks up at me sharply and I close my mouth, knowing it's better to not fight with him. After all, he can kill me at any moment. When the car revs to life, I hop in the passenger seat as he gets into the driver's seat and drives away while I'm still putting my seatbelt on. 

For the first few moments, there's nothing but the humming of the engine and my own breathing. With his mask still on, I can't even hear his own breath. Finally, as I steal a glance at the side of his face, I make my terrified tongue move. 

"Where are we going?" I ask, my voice shaking. I can't help it, though. This man did try and murder my brother and I repeatedly. 

He doesn't even look over at me. The metal of his arm gleams dangerously and keeps me on high alert. All he has to do is pull a gun out and point it in my direction. Although this was most definitely not the smartest choice, it was my only choice.

"Somewhere safe" he responds simply, his voice gravelly and low. I bite my lip in nervousness and look forward. Another heavy silence settles over the car and after what must be fifteen minutes of quiet driving, I can't help but ask the burning question in my mind.

"Why are you helping me?" I ask softly, looking over at the man.

This time, he does look over at me, however briefly. His eyes meet mine and I can see a sort of war in them, as if there's two versions of himself he's fighting between. The black mask is still set on the lower half of his face so I can't truly gauge his emotions. He looks back forward, his grip tightening on the wheel.

"I don't know." 

I have yet to receive one straight forward answer from the man beside me, so I ask him the one question I feel like he could answer.

"I'm Caroline by the way, but I'm pretty sure you know that," I begin, trying to hide the panic in my voice, "What's your name?"

This time, I see more emotion flicker across his eyes that stay locked onto the road. This time, when he answers, I know it's as straight forward of an answer as he can possibly give me.

"I don't know," he almost whispers, his voice sending those same shivers down my spine. 

Sympathy curls in my chest for the man and I can't help but wonder what he's been through. For the first time in two days, for the first time since I ran from the man with the metal arm, I feel this insane curiosity to figure him out. What scares me more is that with him on my side, even though he could easily kill me in a multitude of ways, 

I've never felt safer.

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We drive for around six hours before the assassin finally pulls up outside an abandoned warehouse. I should've slept, but I was too terrified to let my eyes slip closed, afraid that I'd wake in containment or not wake at all.

"We should be safe here, but not for long. Just long enough to figure things out," he informs, the most he's spoken yet. 

I nod and get out of the car as he does, my entire body still on alert. I walk side by side with the man and bask in the intense heat coming off of his body. In the brisk temperatures outside, I can't help but feel grateful for it. When we step inside, the warehouse is dark and dingy with an odd smell and consistent dripping noise. Still, I'm not the slightest bit picky.

It's safe, and that's enough for me.

We walk into a separate room in the center where a few old, rat-eaten blankets sit and a makeshift fireplace rests in the corner. I go inside, not entirely sure what to do. The man walks in after me and, much to my surprise, pulls off his mask. I guess I should've put together that he'd have to take it off eventually, but it still sends shock curling through me to see him set the black mask down. He bends down to the fireplace, his back to me.

"Grab some of the wood in the corner, we need some heat if we're not going to freeze" the man orders. I don't argue, still wholly terrified of him and the things I have witnessed first hand that he can do. I walk over and grab the wood and bring it to where the man crouches. I set it down and stand somewhere beside his crouched form, not right next to him but close enough so I'll be near the fire when he gets it going. 

As I watch him build the fire, my mind goes back to what the guards called him. Asset, as if he didn't even deserve a name. As if he were an object. If this is all because of my dad, which I'm certain it is, then I can't imagine how he came to tangle himself with people like my hunters. The fire sparks to life after a few minutes and the man stands, satisfied at the flames. When he turns to me, I get my first look at the man's entire face. Shock courses through me as I take in the sharp, stubbled jaw and his angular face framed by his long dark hair.

He's hands down the most stunning man I've ever laid my eyes on.

I don't have much time to dwell on his sheer gorgeousness, though, because I see something deeply familiar. I furrow my brows, looking deeper into his face. He looks at me in confusion, not knowing what I'm doing. I know who this is, I've seen his face before. Then, like a load of bricks, it slams into me. Sergeant Barnes.

Bucky Barnes.

I saw his monument in the museum on a field trip way back in high school. The Bucky Barnes, Captain America's best friend. He's supposed to be dead. Stranger things have happened in the past few years, though. My hazel eyes widen and my lips part slightly in shock.

"You're Bucky Barnes" I breathe out.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I watch his eyes widen slightly and something spark deep inside of them. It's almost as if he knows that name but it's just outside of his reach. This makes my intrigue spike. What's happened to Bucky in the past decades to make him into a cold killing machine who doesn't even know his own identity.

"What did you just call me?" He asks, his voice angry but also hinted with confusion. With the way his haunted, darkening eyes sear into me, I lose some of my confidence.

"Y-you're James Buchanan Barnes. Captain America was your best friend back in the-" my words are cut off when his metal hand grabs my shoulder and shoves me into the wall behind me. 

My panic spikes painfully as he clenches his jaw and glares deep into my eyes. I can feel anger radiating off of him, but I can tell it's not directed at me. In his eyes I can see that the name sparked recognition and I think it bothers him that he can't figure it out. Still, I can't keep the fear from my face.

"I don't know who the hell that is" he growls. I nod hurriedly, trying desperately to not die after making it so far. 

His broken blue eyes burn into mine, clearly seeing my terror, and I watch a part of them soften. Immediately he rips his hand away from me and steps back, running a hand through his hair. A tortured look melts onto his face and he lets out a deep breath, not even able to look over at me. Carefully, I step away from the wall, my intrigued eyes on Bucky. 

Whatever happened to him messed up his mind. I can't help but feel like someone did this intentionally, that someone is manipulating his mind. The Bucky Barnes the museum described was flirtatious and light-hearted and heroic. The man before me is quiet, murderous, and broken. I can't help the sympathy that floods into me again. My head tells me to get away from him, but the way he practically stumbled away from me when he realized he was scaring me convinces me, against my better judgement, to go with my gut.

To stay.

After all, he might be the person who can kill me easiest, but he's also the person that can protect me best from people who want me dead for reasons I don't understand.

"I'm sorry," I softly say, making him snap his wide-eyed gaze up to me. 

"Why are you sorry?" He asks, making me squirm under his intense gaze. I shrug, playing with the ends of my hair.

"Someone should say it to you," I respond, making something in his eyes change. 

Not able to hold his intense gaze anymore, I look down to the fire. All at once, I feel the exhaustion from the past few days rush over me. My adrenaline is gone and I feel like my body is made of lead. 

"We should check the perimeter" Bucky announces and I nod, looking up to find him checking a handgun and settling it in a holster, "You can take the south and I'll take the north"

I force my legs to move, but find the world swimming around me. The sleep deprivation is tearing me apart, but I can't let it show. 

"Okay" I manage out, able to take a few steps before my tired legs give out and my exhaustion takes over. 

Before I can hit the floor, I feel a pair of strong arms catch me, one flesh and one metal. Bucky helps straighten me up and I force my half-closed eyes to open. It takes all of my energy to do so as my mind tries to force me into a state of sleep. I can see a vague look of concern on Bucky's face as his eyes systematically search my body for blood or a wound. When he sees none, Bucky looks back up at me with furrowed brows.

"When was the last time you slept?" he asks, and I find my tongue lead-filled when I try to speak. I look over to see sunlight streaming into the warehouse and turn back to look at Bucky, who is holding all of my weight.

"I think that makes three days," I respond, my words slurred and groggy. I watch Bucky's eyes widen as mine try to slip closed again. 

I hear him sigh and release my waist to pick me up, one hand under my knees and the other on my back. I just let him carry me, already half-asleep when he sets me down in front of the fire and puts one of the blankets over my body. 

"Why haven't you slept?" he grinds out, crouching down beside me. In my tired stupor, I find my words coming out with much less of a filter.

"You were hunting my brother and me, remember?" I announce, yawning at the end and letting my eyes slip closed, "He slept, I watched"

Those are the last words I manage out before sleep tugs me under. Beside me, Bucky stands with a sigh, his burning gaze lingering over my peacefully sleeping form before stepping out to do the perimeter. What I don't know is the way inside, guilt crawls up his throat. He doesn't know what really made him choose to help me, he just saw the innocence in my eyes and couldn't bring himself to kill me.

That was the first time he'd defied a HYDRA order.

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"Why were you hunting us?"

It's been a few hours since I woke up and the sun has long set, bringing back the brisk temperatures. Bucky and I sit near the fire, but still worlds apart with him on one side of it and me on the other. At my question, I watch a muscle in his jaw tick. He looks up from the knife he'd been twirling to look at the fire.

"Your father was my original mission. When I brought him in, he asked my employer to make a trade," Bucky announces, looking over at me with the slightest hint of sympathy in his cold eyes, "Spare his life, take you and your brother's."

It should surprise me, but after the second day of running and unanswered calls I figured as much. Instead, I simply clench my jaw and look over at the fire to hide the way my heart splinters in my eyes. He may have been an awful father but he was still that—our father. At the very least I thought that would mean something to him.

I was wrong. 

We sit in silence for a while, only the crackling of the fireplace filling the room. With every minute that Bucky is away from whoever his employer is, he seems more and more aware of himself. Still just as terrifying and just as brooding, but aware.

"Wanna talk about it?" he suddenly asks.

Now this surprises me. I look over at Bucky with slightly widened eyes to find him staring at the fire. He looks back at me, and for the first time there's not a trace of anger there. For a reason I can't explain, my stomach jumps at the look and I have to keep myself from falling into his rich blue eyes. I sigh and look down at the floor.

"Randall Bane was probably the worst dad you could ask for." I focus intently on my lap, biting my lip at the sudden rise of emotion within me, "Him setting a kill order on my brother and I? It should surprise me more than it did."

I don't tell him of the way I was beaten while shielding Cody or the way if I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, a cigarette was put out on my skin because it was more convenient. I let out another sigh, willing the burning emotion in my throat to go away and looking back up at Bucky. To my surprise, he's still looking at me. I give him a small smile.

"How about you? Wanna talk about it?" I ask, hoping deep within that he'll open up to me. 

I don't know why I want him to so badly.

This time he sighs and looks over at the fire, a far away look in his eyes. 

"The longer I'm away from them the clearer my head gets, but it's like there's this fog around it that I can't shake," Bucky informs, shaking his head and clenching his jaw tightly, "I don't know who I am, but I know the things I've done. That's what haunts me."

A shudder runs through me at the thought of all of the horrible things someone has made him do. While watching the pain run rampant through his features, a part of my heart breaks for him.

"Well, I don't know everything you've done but what I do know is that you saved my life and chose not to kill me even when I'll bet someone forced you to. If you're asking me, that counts for something." I interject. He looks over at me, his broken, fragmented gaze making a part of my heart crack again. 

"Can you tell me about...well, what you know about me?" He asks reluctantly, that conflicted gaze back. Somewhere inside it I see a bit of hope, though. I smile softly and nod.

"Your name is James Buchanan Barnes, but everyone just called you Bucky," I begin, telling the man before me the story of his life, "You fought in World War II and did a lot of good. And from what I hear, you were quite the ladies man."

At this, the corner of Bucky's lips pulls up into a smile that lasts briefly, but however brief it was it was there. The sight makes me smile, and immediately I have a desperate need to see that smile again.

"You were best friends with-"

"Steve" he interrupts, a far away look in his eyes. Shock pulses through me. 

"I guess you know a little more than you thought." I whisper, the ghost of a smile on my lips. That half smile is back again and with it the butterflies. 

"You can call me Bucky," he suddenly states, looking over at me with those intoxicating blue eyes, "I promise to not throw you into the wall this time."

I can't stop the surprised laugh that breaks out of my mouth and nod, looking over at the soldier who just made an actual joke. 

"Only if you call me Caroline," I bargain, one eyebrow lifted. He nods.

"Deal."

"You should get some sleep, I'll keep watch," I inform out of habit, knowing that he'll need his rest if a fight comes. His eyebrows furrow and he looks over at me incredulously.

"Caroline," He begins, and I can't help the way my heart jumps at the sound of my name coming from his lips, "You don't need to protect me."

I stare right back, a determination set in my eyes.

"Everyone needs protecting sometimes." I respond, my words soft but unyielding. Something unreadable passes through Bucky's gaze, something that makes my heart lurch. Finally, he sighs and lays down, knowing I won't give in.

"You better wake me up in three hours. Otherwise, I just might shoot you." 

A smile quirks onto my lips as I stare into the fire.

"Somehow, I doubt that."

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My sleep is deep and dreamless, the kind of sleep your body slips into when it's overly exhausted.

As per Bucky's request, I did in fact wake him up three hours later. Now, as I sleep, I relish in the piece of my unconscious mind.

Until I'm startled awake from it.

"Caroline!"

I gasp awake at the shout of my name, shooting straight up to see Bucky crouched down beside me. 

"What's happening?" I ask, panic tight in my voice. He offers me a hand that I take gladly, letting him help me up. 

"They've found us, they're outside right now" Bucky grits out, checking the gun in his holster before walking over to a wooden box in the corner that I hadn't spared much thought on before. He shoves it open and pulls out a large, heavy-looking gun and loads something into the front before walking over to me.

"What is that?" I ask, a slight tremble to my tone. He looks over and sees the blatant fear in my eyes. He must remember my reaction to the bloodshed from before, how unsettled it made me, because a part of his tough face softens.

I've never watched anyone die before. I've never even seen a dead body outside of a funeral before. The movies and the shows and the true crime podcasts, none of them come close to the guttural feeling of seeing the life drain from someone's eyes. All of this, it's too much at once. 

"We have to get out of here, this is our best shot. My employer doesn't like it when I disobey."

Bucky voice is a rumble in the chaos of the warehouse, and I find myself clinging to the odd sense of security it brings me He walks out of the room and into the open area of the warehouse, the gun slung over his shoulder. I scramble to follow him, but stop short when I see what must be fifty men with guns raised, prepared to come in.

"Bucky" I breathe, my eyes going wide and fear dripping through me. Two to fifty, even for the assassin beside me that's a little much. Bucky looks over at me, but my eyes are trained outside. He spares the armed men a glance before jogging up to me.

"Winter Soldier, come out now and we will not kill you." a voice booms, probably over a speaker.

Bucky uses the hand that's not holding the terrifying gun to turn me to face him. I do, my wide eyes locking onto his oddly soothing ones. 

"If we're gonna make it out of this alive, you've got to trust me," he urges, his eyes not leaving mine even when the voice on the speaker gives him his final warning, "You've protected everyone else, let me protect you. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, doll."

My heart leaps at the nickname he uses, and I don't know why but it makes it hard to think straight when he says it. His promise to protect me does exactly what it was meant to do. The sincerity in his eyes makes me believe he's telling me the truth. 

I trust him. 

I try not to let it show how much that promise really means to me. My entire life I've been the one to protect. Protect Cody from my dad, protect Cody from the grief of losing mom, protect my dad from losing his job and going to jail. For once, someone wants to protect me. It sparks something in me that I've never felt before.

"I trust you" I whisper, nodding to him. His eyes search mine for a moment more before he nods. 

"You're not gonna want to look at this," Bucky breathes before using his flesh arm to lift the gun and using the metal one to tug me suddenly into him. He holds me tight to his torso as if to shield me from whatever is about to happen, both physically and visually. 

Then I hear the world explode.

I don't need Bucky's iron grip on me to keep me close to him, because once I feel the heat of an explosion and the sounds of men screaming, I bury my face as much as I can into the shoulder of the black vest he's wearing. I feel him swivel us around and hear another shot before another explosion erupts. This one rattles my teeth and makes me hold onto Bucky a little tighter instinctively. 

Then just as fast as it began, it's over.

I hear a gun clatter to the ground near me and silence settles over the smoking warehouse. The heat of flames still burns in the distance and even though I know that it's over, I can't bear to look. My entire body is shaking and I hate for feeling so out of control of my fear, but it's not easy being thrust from a mundane life into one flooded with blood and explosions and guns, as much as the movies would like to persuade us it is. 

"It's over, Care. You can look" Bucky says softly. 

Slowly, I pull away as he lets the grip of his metal arm ease. Around me, flames lick up the ceiling and front wall of the warehouse where the only remainder of the armed men is the cars and the blackened body parts that I'd rather not look at. I bite my lip and run a hand through my hair, nodding to try and come to terms with the carnage before me.

"Alright, what's your plan from here?" I ask, my voice still trembling but firmer than I expected. Bucky looks over at me in surprise. I furrow my brows at him.

"What is it?" I ask, to which he shakes his head quickly and looks down before looking back up at me.

"Nothing, it's just you're one of the strongest people I've ever met." He announces. This time, I'm the surprised one. Bucky sees the shock in my gaze so he gestures to the mess around him.

"I've seen grown, trained men experience this and cry. You're made of tougher stuff, Caroline," he tells me, nodding to me as if to show he respects me. I go to refute his words, but stop. I guess if I didn't realize how strong I really had to have been the past few days.

The past few years. 

I go to respond when my eyes widen on something behind Bucky. A person, laying on the ground but raising their gun towards him. Panic shoots through me and I act without thinking.

"Bucky, look out!" I shout, scrambling in front of him just as the armed man shoots. 

The sound of the gunshot makes the confusion in Bucky's eyes clear away and he doesn't waste a second ripping his handgun out and firing a single shot, managing to nail the man right between the eyes and making him slump to the ground. I'm not paying much attention to it, though. 

The second the armed man shot, an intense fire exploded in my torso. Now, as he's dead and Bucky's turning back to me, I can't see the expression on his face because my eyes are too focused on the blood seeping between my hands that I press firmly to my stomach. Slowly, I peel them away to see blood gushing out of my stomach, the pain almost unbearable. I look up at Bucky, my eyes wide. 

His are wider.

There's an unbelieving look in his eyes as Bucky realized what has just happened, what I just did. 

"Bucky," I manage out, before my world swoops and my knees buckle. 

"Caroline!"

He rushes forward and catches me, not wasting a second to scoop me into his arms as if I weigh nothing. One of my hands that's pressed against my stomach falls, hanging down as he swiftly carries me back to the room we were in before. Bucky clears off a table in the room and sets me down on it. My head rolls to one side, the blood loss already making me tired and weak.

"What the hell where you thinking? Why would you do that?" Bucky asks, his voice tight with panic as he rummages around and grabs what he needs to help me.

"He was going to shoot you" I respond, my words slurred. I hear a number of things clamber onto the table and feel the bottom half of my shirt peeling off of my skin and being cut off to expose my bloodied torso. 

"You should've let him" Bucky reprimands, pressing a cloth to my torso that must be covered in alcohol because my skin begins to burn painfully. I cry out in pain, clenching my fists and squeezing my eyes shut.

"It's okay, just breathe. You're gonna be fine," Bucky soothes, keeping the cloth pressed for a few more moments and using his other hand to brush away my hair from my face. Oddly enough, the motion does calm me down.

"I don't have any painkillers left, so this is gonna hurt doll," He warns, moving his hand and the cloth away. I bite my lip and nod as much as I can.

"Okay, okay," I breathe, trying to prepare myself for what's about to come, "I trust you"

His hands freeze at my words and I'm guessing he's still not used to hearing them. But I mean them, I mean them more than I ever have in my life. 

Then I feel a pair of metal pliers go into my stomach.

I don't stay awake much longer after that, the excruciating pain much more than my mind can bear. I'm glad for the unconsciousness when it comes and I already feel my throat is raw from screaming.

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When I wake up, I'm in a car again. 

Night has fallen yet again, telling me an entire day has passed with me unconscious. I stir, sitting up slightly only for an intense ache in my stomach to make a groan rise from my lips. Bucky looks over at me, tearing his eyes away from the empty highway to me. When he does, I smile softly at him.

"Hi" I greet, watching as a small smile pulls onto his lips and he turns forward again.

"Hey," he responds, his metal hand on the wheel and his human one resting, "How are you feeling?"

I place a hand to my stomach and try again to sit up, this time successfully. I nod, running a hand through my wild hair.

"Pretty good, all things considered" I inform, my eyes taking in the scenery as we pull off the highway and move towards what I assume to be a rest stop.

Good, because I'm hungrier than I think I've ever been. 

"Alright, I'll get us some food. Stay in here and lock the doors" Bucky instructs as he pulls into the parking lot of the first gas station we see. I nod, not needing to be told twice to follow his orders. 

I lock the doors once he steps out, a red hoodie on and a baseball hat pulled low on his head. I feel my heart jump at the sight, seeing him as a normal guy bringing an oddly attractive edge to Barnes. I shake my head and look down at my lap, trying to ignore the inexplicable attraction and pull that I feel towards him. 

My mind flows over to Cody, and I can't help but be the slightest bit nervous. I hope beyond everything that my diversion was enough to let him get somewhere safe. I can only hope that he's still safe. Being this far away from him and not knowing whether or not he's okay makes anxiety sit in the center of my chest. 

My thoughts are interrupted by the rapping of knuckles against my window. I jump, but only slightly. It's probably Bucky back quicker than I expected. When I look up, though, my heart lurches into my throat. My eyes widen only slightly at the foreign man standing outside my door. He looks normal enough, but I've gotten into such a habit of looking over my shoulder that I know better than to trust him.

"Hey, can you help me with something really quick?" he calls to me through the glass. 

Not knowing how to respond, I simply shrug and pretend like I can't hear him. My heart is hammering in my chest as I point to my ear and shrug, watching as the man sighs and looks towards the store.

He's looking to see where Bucky is. 

Panic overtakes me and I immediately cast a quick look around the front of the car while the man is still looking at the store to see if I can't find anything to defend myself with should he smash my window. I look to the ignition to see Bucky took the keys, probably to keep anyone from smashing into his side and driving off without me. Then, just as I'm about to go into a full-blown panic, I catch the gleam of black metal underneath the driver's seat. 

Bucky must've put an extra gun there.

I quickly look away and back at the man outside just in time for him to look back at me. Underneath his feigned politeness, I can see agitation and desperation.

"I could really use your help with my car, miss. It won't start" he calls out again, this time louder since I told him I couldn't hear before. Knowing I have no excuse this time, I improvise to the best of my ability. 

"Okay!" I respond, smiling at him through my adrenaline and 'accidentally' drop my phone at the bottom of the driver's seat. I look down towards it and feign an embarrassed smile.

"One sec" I call back, to which he gives me the fakest smile and nod. 

He's growing impatient, I can sense it. He knows I know. I drop down as fast as I can and wrap my hand around the gun underneath the seat. The feeling is foreign to my hands, but I don't let it bother me. I swing it up, grabbing on with my right hand too just as my window smashes open. I gasp at the sight of the barrel of his own gun aiming for me. Thankfully, my gun is already raised and, with bile in my throat and trembling hands, I pull the trigger before he can shoot me. 

The recoil makes my teeth chatter and the noise booms across the empty parking lot in front of the gas station, making my ears ring. Something warm splatters all over me, and a distinctively crimson liquid sprays the shattered window of the car. In front of me, the man stumbles back, clutching his shoulder and letting his gun clatter to the ground. My eyes go wide, my mouth filling with bile.

I'm going to be sick.

I hold in my nausea as the man stumbles to his car and gets in, driving off as fast as he can. Just as his tires are screeching on the pavement to receive medical attention at a hospital, at least I hope, I see Bucky shove open the doors to the gas station, panic heavy on his features. His eyes catch on the car speeding away and I watch concern flooded with a touch of desperation and anger flood his face. Bucky snaps his gaze to the car and sprints toward it, skidding to a halt and trying to open his door only to find it locked. 

I'm in such a daze that I can't seem to remember to unlock it. My eyes are locked onto the blood that's splattered on my hands, some of the warm liquid on my face. The gun in my hands trembles, but I'm snapped out of my trance when I hear someone run around to my side of the car, the side with the smashed window. On instinct, I gasp and point the gun again only to find Bucky staring at me with wide eyes.

"It's me! It's me, you're safe!" he urges, reaching in through the now open window, making sure to avoid the shards of broken glass and unlocking the doors. Bucky swings open my door and bends in front of me, his eyes flying over my body and looking desperately for an injury.

"Are you hurt?" he asks, looking up at the blood that's on me. His blue eyes are heavy with concern, but my trembling hands and wide eyes can't seem to focus on anything but the gun in my bloody hands.

"It's not mine," I manage out, referring to the blood on my body. The gun shakes as my hands do, tears welling in my eyes that are locked on to it. A pair of hands, one warm and the other cold, grab onto my trembling ones and gently pull the gun away, casting it into the back of the car. 

"Caroline," Bucky mumbles, his voice sending shivers down my spine and his hand sparking warmth on my freezing skin when I feel it cup my cheek and turn it so I look at him. His eyes soften at the look upon my face.

"I shot someone," I whisper, my voice quivering as I do and my vision blurring with tears, "He smashed the window and pulled a gun on me and I shot him"

I know and so does Bucky that I did the right thing, but my stomach is still churning. I know the man will be okay, the wound didn't look too serious, but I still shot someone. His metal hand comes up to the other cheek, both hands now resting on my face soothingly. 

"It's okay, he was driving away, that means he's going to be okay. You did the right thing, Caroline" He assures, rubbing his thumb over the skin of my cheek.

I nod, knowing he's right and trying to force myself to snap out of it. 

"Alright, we have to go before someone comes looking for us again. We can stop at another exit" Bucky informs, taking his hands away and shutting my door only to jog around to his and get in. 

I can't help but feel cold and empty without his touch, whether it be metal or human. As the car starts and we pull out of the gas station and back onto the highway, I feel Bucky looking over at me periodically. My eyes are locked onto the highway, though, and not a single thought is bouncing through my mind. 

Before I know it, we've pulled off at another exit and into another gas station. When Bucky turns the car off and gets out, shutting his door behind him, I feel a bout of panic begin to set in. He's going to leave me again, He's going to leave me alone in-

My door opens and I look up to see Bucky standing outside of it with his hand outstretched to me. 

"This time, I think it's best if you came with me" he states, making my panic dissipate and relief flood in its place. I nod and gingerly put my hand in his, trying to ignore the way sparks immediately soar where our skin touches. Bucky helps me get out of the car, my stomach screaming in pain when I move. Eventually, I'm out and walking with Bucky towards the gas station.

He keeps my hand in his.

The bell above the door chimes when we walk in and Bucky immediately leads me to where the bathrooms are. He casts a quick glance around to make sure we're not being followed this time before leading me inside the men's room. He shuts and locks the door once he's in and checks to make sure no one else is inside, making a bit more of my panic release as we have the entire place alone. 

"Here, let's get you cleaned up" Bucky says softly, grabbing my waist gently and setting me as cautiously as he can on top of the counter so I'm just above eye level with him. 

For the most part, besides a light tremor in my hands, I've stopped shaking and calmed down. I didn't kill him, only hurt him. Still, though, I fear that moment will be burned into my brain for a while. 

Wordlessly, Bucky grabs a paper towel and wets it. Then, he grabs my right hand and gently begins to rub the man's blood off of it. I sit silently, watching him work. He moves on to the other hand, wiping it clean quickly. All the while, I feel my heart hammering in my chest, not because of fear or anxiety or nerves or even trauma.

Because of something else I can't explain.

When he lets go of my hand, his blue eyes turn up to my hazel ones and he leans forward, bringing the paper towel to my cheek. The material is rough against my skin, he moves it so gently that I hardly even notice it. His baseball hat is still on, keeping him from getting too close to me. 

In a way, I'm grateful and disappointed because of it.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the blood is gone. His fingers, though, linger for a moment longer on my cheek, making butterflies erupt in my stomach.

It's crazy to think how only two or three days ago, Bucky was hell-bent on killing me.

When his hand finally drops, he gives me a small, close-lipped smile.

"There, it's all gone" Bucky states, making me smile softly in return.

"Thanks" I respond, looking down at my now clean hands. Surprisingly, the sight does wonders to ease my mind and heart about what transpired tonight.

"Now, we can get some food and then head ou-" Bucky's words die out. 

I look up, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. My confusion only intensifies when I see his eyes locked on my arm. Slowly, as if he's scared to touch me, he lifts the sleeve of my shirt and I take in a sharp breath.

There, on full display, are the cigarette marks left by my father.

I look over at Bucky, my eyes wide only to find his jaw clenched. He's hardly moving, hardly breathing, as his hand reaches up to gently trace one of the marks.

"Who did that to you?" Bucky nearly growls. I open my mouth to deflect, but choose not to. It would be harder to ignore it than just simply tell him the truth. I sigh and look away from his gaze and to my hands. I can't bear to look at him when I speak again.

"My dad really was the worst you could get," I offer, keeping my eyes on my hands as emotion rears into my tone, "It started when my mom died. Cody would call me and tell me that dad was getting physical, and I..."

I pause, trying to keep the tears from my eyes as I look back up and over Bucky's shoulder to the wall behind him. 

"I couldn't let him get hurt. I forced him to text me whenever dad would get angry and I'd come over and..." I let my words die out, not even wanting to say it aloud, "Like I said, I'd do anything to protect my brother"

Carefully, I bring my eyes over to Bucky's. My heart skips when I see the unreadable look sitting in them. He takes my hand in his, making my mind ease and my heart race.

"Just when I think you're done amazing me, doll" he breathes, making my stomach flutter. Our eyes stay locked for a moment more before he reaches out and helps me down from the counter, setting me carefully back to the floor.

"Just so you know," Bucky begins again, placing a burning hand at the small of my back and looking over at me as we walk to the door to the bathroom, "I can't promise I won't kill your father if I ever see him again"

I don't know why, but the statement makes a smile tug at my lips. I guess, for the first time, I feel truly protected and cared for. As we walk out of the bathroom together, I nudge him slightly.

"For his sake, let's hope you never meet"

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"I've thought of a place we can go"

Bucky's words pull me out of my thoughts of Cody. The empty food wrappers sit in the backseat, long eaten. The sun is beginning to rise, and with it is the hope that I'll survive to see the next sunrise. I look over at him, intrigue filtering my gaze.

"It's risky, especially since I'm still not fully remembering who I am, but it's our best shot" he states. Just by looking at the man beside me, I can tell he's scared to do whatever he has in mind.

"Bucky, whatever it is. I'll be right here" I assure, surprising myself with the words. I didn't realize it before now, but I'd much rather be with him than without him. He looks over at me and smiles before turning back to the road.

As he works up the courage to say his plan, I furrow my brows at the 'Welcome to New York' sign that we pass.

"The only people who can really protect us and even help us find your brother are the Avengers." 

My heart jumps and I can't help the excitement that floods into me. I look over at him, my eyes wide and bright. He smiles at the happy look on my face and continues speaking. That smile...

That smile of his undoes me.

"It gives me a chance to reconnect with Steve and see if I can't figure this out and they have the best resources to find your brother" Bucky informs, making the both of us happy.

"I think that's the best idea yet, I really hope you can figure everything out" I wish, smiling softly at Barnes. He looks over and smiles.

"Me too"

We drive along for a while, getting closer and closer to the location of the Avengers Tower. In the few bits of silence where we're not talking, I can't help but wonder what's going to happen when we get to the Tower and I get my brother back. Eventually, my assassin and I will have to part ways. I don't know why, but the thought of that leaves a hollow hole in my chest.

Maybe I do know why, but I'm too scared to admit it.

Before I know it, we're pulling up to the tower with a large A on the front. When we park, I look over at Bucky.

"You're probably about to freak some people way out" I warn, picking up his hat and setting it low on his head, "You might want to keep your head down until the moment's right"

He nods at me, offering me a small smile before looking over to the massive tower with a deep breath.

"You ready, doll?" 

I nod, biting my lip at the thought of finding Cody.

"Ready"

We step out of the car together and walk into the Avengers Tower, all the while receiving some pretty strange looks from people walking by. I gather up my courage and walk up to the front desk where a woman sits typing away at a computer. Bucky stands beside me, his head down.

"Hi, can I help you today?" the woman asks politely, looking up at me and Bucky. 

This is it.

I draw in a deep breath and nod, returning the woman's polite smile.

"Yes actually, we, uh, we need to see the Avengers" I inform, knowing full well how absolutely absurd that sounds. That's like walking up to the White House without an appointment and telling someone that you need to see the president. 

The lady gives me an odd look, one that she sends over to Bucky and then back to me. My heart is racing and I'm hoping beyond everything that she'll just let us in to see them. 

"I'm sorry, but you need an appointment for that" she informs, looking back down at her computer.

"I don't mean to be rude ma'am, but we really need to see them. It's urgent and I promise you it's not nothing" I continue, making the woman look up at me skeptically. She studies my face before sighing. 

"Alright, but you have to get cleared to go up. We don't allow outside, unauthorized weapons or sharp metals" she informs, waving over two guards with metal-detecting wands to check us.

My heart goes to my throat. This is not going to go very well. Bucky and I share the same nervous look as they approach, and beside us I can hear the lady making a call upstairs to let the Avengers know that they have people visiting.

We won't even make it to the elevators though.

"Hold out your arms, please" the guard who walks up to me asks. I do so, letting him scan his wand over me. Within a few seconds, I'm cleared. I look over to Bucky, who holds his arms out too and gives me a nervous look.

The second the wand goes near his arm, it begins to blare. The second guard's wand begins to beep at his hip, signaling a gun. The two guards jump back, both drawing their guns and pointing them at Bucky. 

"Woah, woah! Calm down!" I shout, jumping in front of Bucky and holding my hands out.

My heart is racing and I can tell Bucky is anything but happy that once again I've put myself between him and a gun. 

"Show us your weapon!" one guard yells, making a tense emotion flood the room. Off to the side, I can see the astonished clerk make another call and speak frantically with who's on the other side. 

"Just calm down, we don't want to hurt anyone" I try again, trying to keep the panic from my voice. 

Then, to my surprise, one of them shoots.

I gasp at the sound and immediately prepare to be shot again only for Bucky to step in front of me and use his arm to deflect the bullet. The sound of metal hitting metal resounds in the room and the silence following the gunshot leaves everyone in silence. I look up at Bucky in shock, his metal arm in front of me. He looks over his shoulder at me, his slightly concerned eyes searching mine to make sure I'm okay. I nod slowly, knowing full well that I should be shot right now. Once he sees that I'm unharmed, the glare in his gaze tells me I'm going to get a lecture later on not putting myself between him and bullets.

"Put your hands up or I swear I'll shoot again!" the guard shouts, making me jump. 

I grab onto Bucky's arm that's in front of my body out of instinct, and he keeps it assuredly in front of me, ready to deflect any more shots.

"Just listen-" Bucky begins, but the guard shouts again.

"I mean it, now!"

"Alright, would everyone just take a chill pill for a second?" the voice of Tony Stark announces, making hope flood through me. 

I look over to see Tony emerging from the elevator, his hands held out in front of him as to calm the situation. Behind him, I see Natasha Romonaff and Steve Rogers follow. When I see Steve, I can sense the shock that rolls off of Bucky. I look up to him to see his jaw clenched and his eyes on his best friend. His hat is lowered to hide his face.

"What's going on here?" Nat asks, looking over at us with curiosity in her eyes. 

"We just want to talk to you all, please" I inform, my eyes going between the three Avengers. 

They all look at each other before looking back at me. Steve steps up, his shield in hand.

"Who are you?" he asks, and I know now's the time. Bucky must too because he slowly lift his gaze so his face is on full display.

"You're Steve, right?" Bucky asks, his voice clouded with confusion. 

The shield drops from Steve's hands. I watch pure disbelief pull onto his features as he takes in his best friend that supposedly died all those years ago. 

"Bucky?" he breathes, almost afraid that this won't all be real.

"Hey man" Bucky responds, his hand lowering from in front of me as we both understand that our danger is over. Tony looks over at him incredulously.

"As in Bucky Barnes? Isn't he...you know, dead?" Tony asks, to which Nat elbows him sharply.

"Supposed to be, but that's not how things worked out" Bucky responds. That's when Steve steps forward, almost unsure of his movements.

"His mind is a little lost, he needs help figuring it out" I inform, making sure Steve is aware that Bucky's memory isn't fully there. Steve stops in his step and nods, not being able to stop the smile that grows on his face.

I watch Tony send a look towards Steve before stepping up to us.

"Of course we'll help, we've got some of the smartest people in the universe in here" he informs, making me laugh. Tony sends a look between Bucky and I.

"And you can bring...I'm sorry, what's your name?" Tony asks me. I smile.

"Caroline"

He nods and turns back to Bucky.

"You can bring Caroline along," He states, making more relief pump through me, "I don't think everything would go very well if you didn't"

And then, just like that, we're on our way up the tower.

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"So, he was hunting you because your father traded his life for you and your brother's?" 

I nod at Natasha, who sits with Steve and I just outside the lab where Bruce Banner and Tony are checking out Bucky. Sympathy is drawn across Nat and Steve's faces.

"He cornered us in a motel and I stalled enough to let my brother get away. I don't know how, but I managed to get through whatever mind manipulation they used on him to get him to help me." I continue, sighing and running a hand through my hair, "We've been on the run since then"

"Thank you," Steve suddenly says, making me lift my gaze to his, "For bringing Bucky back, he's the closest thing to a brother I have"

I smile softly and nod.

"Of course"

Nat and Steve share a look before Steve speaks again.

"And it's because I know what it feels like to lose a brother that I want to ask if you want us to help find your brother? I know it's scary, not knowing where he is or if he's safe" Steve says, making my entire face light up. 

"That would be so amazing, you have no idea" I rush out, bringing a smile to Nat and Steve's faces.

"Cody Bane, right? I'll get right on it" Nat says before standing and walking away. 

"I've been more a mother than a sister to him through all of this" I inform, looking down at my hands and back up at Steve who watches me intently, "He's a tough kid. He doesn't give up easy"

"Neither do you, I'll bet" Steve responds, looking at me knowingly. 

I look over at the lab, managing to see in through the glass and watch Bucky get blood drawn and tests done. As I do, my heart tugs. Once I get my brother back, I'll have to leave him. In the past few days we've been together, I've found a connection with Bucky that I've never had with anyone before. 

Now I have to leave him.

"Have you told him yet?"

At Steve's sudden and vague question, I look over at him with my brows furrowed. He smiles knowingly at me and casts a look towards his best friend.

"How you feel, have you told him how you feel?" Steve clarifies, making my heart jump into my throat and my eyes widen. I immediately begin to shake my head.

"Oh, no I don't-" I begin to ramble, but Steve cuts me off with a light laugh.

"Don't worry about it, Caroline. Out of every girl Bucky has ever been around, he's never looked at any of them the way he looks at you." Steve informs, making my lips part slightly in shock at the very thought that Bucky could feel the same pull that I do. I don't have time to respond when Nat jogs back in with a tablet in her hand.

"Got him, Cody Bane is alive and well, hiding out at a police station in NYC" Nat informs, setting the tablet down to show the camera feed, "Smart kid"

Relief like I've never felt it floods over me. I look at the screen to see my brother sitting and messing around with an officer's things in the middle of a police station. I laugh, tears of pure joy making it past my defenses and slipping down my cheeks.

"I contacted the department, they're gonna transfer him over in an armored vehicle and police escort. He'll be here within the hour" Nat informs. I nod, standing and throwing my arms around the woman's neck. She gasps in surprise.

"Thank you" I whisper.

She smiles and hugs me back. When we pull away, she nods to me.

"Anytime"

"What's the celebration?"

At the sound of Bucky's voice, I whirl around. He looks calmer than before and intrigue lights up his features when he sees the happiness on my face.

"Cody's alive. He'll be here soon" I inform, not being able to stop the smile on my face. I watch a smile pull on his lips as well.

"Yeah? That's great, Care!" he exclaims. Quickly after, though, I think it hits us both that within the hour, when my brother gets here, we're going to be splitting up. The other people in the room must notice it too.

"Let's give them a moment to talk" Bruce suggests, leading everyone out of the room. Once they're gone, I look back to Bucky with a sad, conflicted smile.

"I guess this is it" I announce, trying to keep the crushing sadness away from my heart, but it's impossible. Bucky lets out a sigh, his blue eyes locked onto my hazel ones.

"I'm gonna miss you, doll" he states, walking up and pulling me into a hug, "Thank you...for everything"

I let out a shaky breath as he does, wrapping my arms around his neck and letting his warmth relax me. This time, when a single tear escapes, it isn't for Cody. We pull away eventually and our eyes lock, my heart skipping when they do. 

"I hope you figure out everything" I say, to which he nods but has the most serious look on his face I've seen in days. Our faces are inches apart and I can hardly breathe. The pull that I have to him is so intense that I want nothing more than to close the gap between us.

I don't, though.

Being this near to him is too painful, so I step back and run a hand through my hair. I don't even say anything else, too scared that if I do my feelings will be blatantly clear in my tone. Instead, I just turn around and begin to walk away. I make it a few steps too until a metal arm closes around my arm and pulls me back. I stumble as I turn around, confusion in my face. 

"What are you-"

My words are cut off when Bucky keeps his metal hand on my waist and brings his other one to my cheek and crashes his lips to mine. Instantly, I melt into him. My skin feels as though it's been set on fire and yet I can't seem to burn hot enough. His grip on me tightens as his lips work against mine with a desperation that steals my breath. This kiss alone is enough to make me realize that I'm falling fast and hard and it's going to hurt like hell to leave him.

When we finally pull apart, Bucky rests his forehead against mine, his hair tickling my face as he does.

"I know I'm not the man I was before, but-"

I cut him off this time, pulling away so he can see the sincerity in my gaze.

"I'm falling for the man you are now, not the man you were then." I whisper, my heart slamming in my chest as the words leave my mouth. His eyes widen slightly at my confession

"Caroline, you deserve so much better than me" he rasps. For just a moment, I think he's going to say goodbye, and my heart begins to tremble.

Bucky must see the crestfallen look in my eyes because he brings his metal hand up to cup the other side of my cheek so he holds my face. He stares down at me with such intensity that I feel my legs turn to jelly, and I have to tighten my hold on him to stay upright.

"Don't think for a single second that I don't want you," he whispers, making my heart jump, "Now, I'm not as good at the love thing as I was back then but-

"Love?" I interrupt, my eyebrows raising suddenly at his choice of words.

Bucky fumbles with his words for a solid minute before he finally gives up and decides to just press his lips gently to mine, taking my breath away yet again. When he pulls back, he rubs one of his thumbs across my cheek and says his next words with such conviction that my stomach explodes into a thousand butterflies.

"Stay," Bucky suddenly says, his eyes searching mine, "Stay here, we can protect you, I can protect you."

That's all I wanted him to say, that's all I wanted to hear. For someone, for him, to ask me to stay. I smile softly up at him and nod.

"You couldn't get rid of me if you tried"

Bucky smiles and places another quick kiss to my lips.

"Looks like I've still got it"

I laugh, leaning my head against his shoulder and letting the safety and warmth wrap around me.

It's crazy to think that only a few days ago, I was his target, his prey.

And here I am, falling in love with my hunter at a heartbreaking speed

#bucky barnes #bucky x original character #bucky x oc #marvel #mcu #avengers #angst #fluff #oneshot #bucky oneshot #bucky barnes oneshot #the winter solider

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Master List

FINALLY created the master list! Transferring all my fics here because lets be honest, Tumblr is making a comeback. All of my fics are available on Ao3 @softlypotter_0 and Wattpad @softlypotter_ as well.

You’ll probably notice some empty titles and unclickable titles; I'm going to be working on transferring my stories here over the next few weeks so bare with me :)

💋=implied smut, 🔥 = includes smut, ♨️=purely smut, ☁️ = fluff,  💔= angst, 🎶= song/music inspired, 🔪= includes violence/gore

Bucky Barnes X OC/Reader 

Eradicate ☁️💔 - Bucky's always had a soft spot for the girl down the road. (2 Chapters) Chapter One | Chapter Two | Epilogue

Quickly Falling ☁️ - After interning in the body mechanics division of Stark Industries, Cassandra finds herself drawn to one of clients. (One-Shot)

WandaVision

Romantic Homicide🎶💔🔪- Bucky helps Wanda steal Visions body to give him a proper funeral, but her goodbye ends up differently than he imagined. (One-shot)

WinterWitch

Stay Forever💋☁️ - After settling into a friends-with-benefits routine, Wanda tries to break their cycle in the hopes of something more. (One-shot)

I Like You♨️☁️🎶 - Wanda & Bucky finally get the break they deserve. (One-shot)

Little Love🔥☁️💔 - When Wanda ends up pregnant a few weeks before their wedding, having an impending family shocks them both. (9 Chapters)

Still Friends ♨️💔🎶 - After a chance encounter at a party, Wanda and Bucky find they have more in common than they realized.This fic is heavily inspired by 'Friends' by my lovely friend Poppy. She is aware of this fic and I've been given permission for this marvel-version retelling! If you haven't read her dramione fic 'Friends', I HIGHLY suggest it. I fell in love with the story and couldn't help but wonder, what if it was Wanda and Bucky instead of Hermione and Draco? Thus "Still Friends" was born. Enjoy! (18 Chapters)

Turning Out🔥💔🎶 - With their marriage crumbling right before their five-year wedding anniversary, Wanda tries different ways to keep her husband. 

Bring Him Home☁️💔 - During a mission, Bucky goes back into Winter Solider mode, and Wanda helps him back. (2 Chapters)

Touch Tank ♨️🎶 - Struggling to sleep, Wanda asks for help from an unlikely pot-smoker. (8 Chapters)

Dance with Me🔥💔🔪 - All the times Bucky asked Wanda to dance, and the one time he didn’t. (2 Chapters)

Where do Babies Come From?🔥💔🎶 - Wanda & Bucky are more over their heads then they originally thought when finding out she’s pregnant. (2 chapters)

What We Know♨️💔 - The up’s and down’s of loving a super solider.

Am I Dreaming♨️💔🎶 - Realizing she needs more help than either of them can provide, Wanda breaks up with Bucky before she admits herself to a pysch ward. (One-shot)

The Lists☁️💔 - After losing her brother, Wanda keeps a list of everyone important to her, so that she can keep them at a safe distance, but Bucky has a list of his own. (One-shot)

Frank Castle X Karen Page/OC/Reader

Slowly♨️☁️ - Karen asks Frank if he can slow down; he’s more than happy to oblige. (Friends with benefits au!)

Returning the Favor♨️☁️ - After accidentally seeing a picture not meant for him, Frank realizes there may be more than professionalism between him and the newest hire of Nelson & Murdock.

Drastoria

Reckless 💔🎶 - Astorias always been faithful to her husband but she isn't sure he can say the same. (2 Chapters)

Family Line 💔🎶 - Draco & Astoria struggle dealing with her illness and all the repercussions that come with it. (3 Chapters)

Love💔🎶 - Newly engaged, Astoria tries vocalizing her feelings to Draco. (One-Shot)

Meeting in the Middle☁️💔 - After being released from Azkaban, Draco suffers from night terrors and Astoria is forced to play along until he wakes up. (One-shot)

If Anything Happens, I Love You☁️ - Grown and married, the Golden Trio and Slytherin Group prepare to send their children off to Hogwarts. Told by one chapter per couple, a sneak peak into their family lives. (5 Chapters)

Dramione

After Tonight 🔪🔥💔 - After the war and Voldemort wins, he dies from old age; but not before attempting to create a potion to keep him alive. His remaining Death eaters finish what he started, and soon a potion that staves off death is in the hand of every pure blood, Death eater and the wealthy. The key ingredient to the potion? Muggle-born blood. (ON HIATUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE)

Iniquity ♨️💔 - Draco's having a hard time coping with the world post-war, and he uses sex and alcohol to get by. It never occurred to him that Hermione might be coping in a similar fashion. (14 Chapters)

You Get Me So High 💔🎶 - Draco and Hermione meet for one final time before their separation is official. (One-shot)

Grounding 🔥☁️ - A few years after the war, Draco is working as an Auror. Constantly in dangerous and life-threatening scenarios, he aches to give his fiancé a normal life but isn't sure he deserves it. (2 Chapters)

Milk & Honey 🔥☁️ - Inspired by the quote “I’ve had sex, she said. But I don’t know, What making love, Feels like” by Rupi Kaur, Hermione and Draco have sex for the first time since they started dating. (2 Chapters)

Happier Than Ever💔🎶 - Hermione finds an unlikely place to turn to when she begins having panic attacks. (One-Shot)

A Pathological People Pleaser💔🎶 - After 5 years of dating, Hermione is fed up with waiting for Draco to take the next step. (One-shot)

we can’t be friends💔🎶 - After a tumultuous breakup, Pansy informs her friends Ginny and Hermione of a facility, Brighter Days, that uses a new obliviation technique to remove a selected individual from their memory. Hermione thinks it’s an unorthodox method…until she goes through a breakup of her own. (3 chapters)

Thansy

A Consumption of Grief 💔🔥☁️ - Pansy's estranged mother has died, and after an unfortunate event at the funeral, Theo shows her who her real family is. (One-shot)

Hansy

Care Less More💋💔🎶 - Pansy keeps Draco’s bed warm when he has no one else around. She goes to great length to prove she could care less; but a certain Gryfindor hopes she can see her value. (One-shot)

Regulus Black x OC/Reader

Hiraeth 💋💔 - Adelyn has been promised to Regulus since childhood, and wants nothing more than to be his wife. She knows she makes him happy, that they can flourish together. But we all know how Regulus' story ends. (4 Chapters)

RWBY

Cancer🔥💔🎶 -Waking up in what he knows is a dream, Jaune spends the day with a family that could've been his had Beacon never fallen. (One-shot)

All Roads Lead to Home♨️☁️ - Emerald is greeted by an unexpected (and drunk) visitor in her home. (One-shot)

#masterlist #drastoria #winterwitch #thansy #dramione #bucky x original character #hansy #wandavision #rwby fanfiction

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#shifting script #scripting #reality shifting #shifting #teen wolf dr #my writing #women writers #writers #Rd #realidad deseada #shifting realities #Dr #illustration #Home #visualization #Itsnotadream #shifting community #shifting dr #marvel shifting #bucky x original character #mcu shifting

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🌟Masterlist

Bucky Barnes Fics

⭐New Beginning - Bucky x OC (Completed)

What if Bucky Barnes falls in love with the daughter of one of his victims? Will she forgive him and change his life for the better? Or will she break his heart and convince him that he doesn't belong in this world anymore.

⭐The Distance - Bucky x OC (In Progress) - Sequel to New Beginning

Bucky thought he was finally living the dream. He was about to be married to his soulmate when the unthinkable happened. Instead of living the life he wanted he is forced to deal with grief the likes of which he had never experienced before. But the earth is at war with the Kree and Bucky will have to deal with his grief while battling to save earth. The battle brought him to places in the universe he had never been before and to situations he never thought he would face. Will he survive everything and successfully reunite with the love of his life? Or will he lose it all in the final battle?

Sebastian Stan Fics

⭐Always You - Sebastian Stan x Female Reader (Completed)

Best friends for twenty years, Sebastian Stan and female reader have been in love with each other since they first laid eyes on each other. But fate kept them apart until a sad event finally united them. Their happiness is cut short however because Sebastian is in a PR relationship with an actress. Will their relationship lasts through all the obstacles or will fate break them apart again?

⭐Love Song - Sebastian Stan x Female Reader (Completed) - Sequel to Always You

Happily ever after. At least that's what reader thought when she hit the jackpot and married his best friend who happened to be one of the most sought after actors in Hollywood. Having been in love with each other for twenty years, reader and Sebastian Stan finally tied the knot and soon after went to Europe for their honeymoon. Surprising events happened one after the other, turning their heavenly honeymoon into a honeymoon from hell. Will they survive it and return home unscathed? Or will it change their lives forever and make them question if happily ever after is real or just something out of romantic movies.

⭐Too Good To Be True - Sebastian Stan x Female Reader (New!)

She's a personal assistant to a beautiful yet obnoxius actress. She's smart, kind, patient, understanding and dilligent while the actress she works for is her total opposite. Life can't be more unfair for her. Especially since she falls in love with the actress' PR boyfriend. A Hollywood A list actor by the name of Sebastian Stan, whom she has had a crush on for so long.

One day she wakes up and finds her world upside down. By some miracle she has swapped bodies with the actress she works for.

Slowly but surely Sebastian falls in love with her too and for once life seems a lot fairer for her. But how long will the swap last? And will she ever find out who Sebastian falls in love with? Her real self inside or how she looks like outside?

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Latibule Chapter 5 - Mr Blue eyes

Series Masterlist

Summary - Latibule - A small, hiding place where a soul finds comfort and solace.

He was lost, confused, cold and hurt. But most of all, he was broken.

She was kind, friendly and the purest soul he had ever seen. 

She was his latibule.

"Can't believe this." Amelia muttered to herself as she typed furiously on her laptop. It was a lazy sunday morning and the only plans she had were to spend the day lazying around the house but they were all shattered when she was reminded that the last day to file tax returns was around the corner. As tiring as it could be, she was sitting in front of her laptop for the last 2 hours.

As it came to the end, she had grown extremely impatient. If it would have shown another error once more, she swore she would have thrown the device from the nearby window. Thankfully, it didn't happen and after so many failed attempts, pulling of hair in frustration and 3 cups of coffee, it was finally successful.

She closed her eyes and leaned backwards on the chair. After some time, she slowly opened her eyes and looked through the window to the beautiful weather outside. The weather was pleasant with light winds blowing and the sunlight which gleamed for the past weak was now covered with clouds.

Amelia slowly got up and decided to take a walk outside, making a mental note to stop at the nearby store for groceries. She walked towards Bucky's room to tell him that she was going out and lightly knocked on his door, no intentions to startle him.  Bucky had been here for 15 days now and things were getting better with a much higher pace since the movie marathon day. They had watched movies till 4 in the morning that day and Amelia had some great picks. She was careful enough to not put any war related movies as she knew how easy something like that could trigger PTSD.

Bucky now constantly listened to music, watched a ton load of movies with Amelia and was even starting to remember his life before the war. Amelia realized that having familiar things around him was better than telling him facts. Bucky would now randomly have flashbacks of that time, which were mostly of Steve and as soon as he did, he would rush to Amelia to tell her what he just remembered. Having somebody to talk to made it easier to place those memories and no matter how busy Amelia was, she would always give him a bright smile when he told her of an old incident and that was one of the things which kept him going.

The only thing which wasn't getting better were Bucky's nightmares. They were still harsh and Bucky would find himself waking up in the middle of the night, covered with sweat, his body tensed. He was grateful that Amelia's room was upstairs and hence, she was oblivious to his terrifying nights. Bucky was determined to keep it that way. He didn't want to disturb her sleep because of his nightmares when he knew this was a thing she couldn't help him with.

Amelia stood outside Bucky's room for a minute and still there was no response. She slowly opened the room and peeped in to find Bucky sitting on the bed, staring keenly at the Ipad. Amelia had taught him to use the device and he was indeed a fast learner. He now spent a lot of time with it when Amelia was at work. The platform called the internet had gained the attention of the supersoldier.  

"Bucky?" Amelia called out softly, her voice bringing Bucky out of his thoughts. He ran his flesh hand on his face and turned towards her.

As Amelia walked closer, she realized there were tears threatning to come out of the soldier's eyes. He wasn't crying but he was grief stricken and this hurt her. "Bucky, what happened?" Her voice dripped in concern.

Bucky just shook his head and turned around. He knew he couldn't lie to her looking into her eyes. She would easily see through. "N- Nothing."

Amelia knew better. She took a step further to where he was sitting and took a glance at the Ipad. There was a picture of a house on the screen. It was an old house, not big but not very small either. It looked like the old houses back in 50s or 40s.... Realization struck Amelia as she looked from the screen to Bucky with a sympathetic gaze.

"This was my home." He whispered slowly.

Amelia gave him a sad smile sitting besides him. The slight headache though still consistent, forgotten completely.

"I - I had a sister. Rebecca."

Amelia gave him a sad smile. This was the first time Bucky had remembered something about his family except for his parent's death. She slowly brought up her hand and kept it on Bucky's, which just so happened to be the metal one.

Bucky wasn't a fan of physical contact. For him, every touch was a promise of pain, an attack but with her, it was different. Her touch was comforting and filled him with a sense of warmth. He didn't flinch away anymore even though it took weeks. In fact, if he was being honest to himself, he liked it when she held his hand. He liked it the way she wasn't scared to come near him. The way she treated his metal hand just like any other normal one.

"Bucky, if you want, we can look up for her" Amelia mentally cursed herself when she realized what she had said. Rebecca would most probably be dead by now. If she wasn't so keen in saying something comforting to Bucky right now, she would have thought twice before saying something.

" She is dead." Bucky replied. He had checked it up already.

"I am sorry."

"No, it's okay. She lived her life. Had a family and died in her 90s." Bucky took a deep breathe. "I just can't imagine how difficult it would have been for her, without our parents and me."

"I bet she was a very strong person." She remarked as she drews circles on his metal hand even though she knew he couldn't feel it.

"She was. She indeed was. Always picked up fights like Steve." Bucky shook his head as some faded memories poured in.

"And you had to step in at the end." Amelia continued as she gave him a small smile. She was more than happy that he was starting to remember.

Bucky looked out through the window as his lips curved up in a smile at the memories. "I did. Always. But instead of being grateful, they always told me they could handle it without me."

Amelia chuckled. "That's how friends are, I guess." As Bucky looked up to her, she continued. "My best friend Emily, she has always been short tempered. Always picked up fights with the school bullies."

"And you stepped in?" Bucky asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

"Of course I did. Remember I told you I know about combat."

"Yes and also that you could take down a couple of Hydra agents on your own." Bucky said sarcastically.

"I can. You just don't believe me." Amelia brought her hand to her chest in mock hurt.

They sat there in a comfortable silence, looking through the window, when Amelia remembered why she had come here in the first place. She looked up to Bucky and noticed how his shirt was tight around his muscles and how it looked uncomfortable across the chest. She realized she will have to make some changes in her plan.

"Bucky? I need to go out. Got to go to the market"  Bucky just nodded his head in response.

Amelia took a deep breathe and continued, "Why don't you come with me?"

Bucky snapped his head up and narrowed his eyes at her. "Me?" On one hand, he wanted to go out for atleast some time for fresh air but he didn't want to be around a lot of people. It was dangerous. He could lose control and -

"Bucky, we need to get some new clothes for you. You will have to come to pick the right size."

"I don't need new clothes. These are all right."

"They aren't Bucky. They aren't enough in number and also not the right size. I am not blind, alright?"

"Amelia, I am not sure. So many people and - "

"Bucky, it's okay. First, let's go out. You need some fresh air and then if you feel comfortable, we can buy some clothes too. I am not forcing you but you will have to go out at some point, right?"

Bucky knew she was right. He would have to face the world at some point. Then, why not now? "I'll come." He whispered.

"You won't regret it, I promise." Amelia gave him a bright smile and Bucky knew she was right.

15 minutes later, Amelia was standing at the door her hands crossed across her chest, waiting for Bucky. Her head shot up at the shuffling of feet near by and she looked up to find Bucky standing there, fiddling with his fingers nervously. He had put on a jacket and a pair of black gloves.

"Don't worry, Mr Blue eyes. It's gonna be okay." She called out to him.

He looked up to her and frowned at the name she had called him. Amelia picked up a baseball cap from the dining table and placed it gently on his head, oblivious to the sharp intake of breathe of the supersoldier as her fingers brushed across his forehead.

"Now, that might not be perfect, but it is pretty good."  She remarked and they walked out of the house.

They sat in the car and after Amelia helped Bucky with the seatbelt, she began driving. It was all silent in the car as Bucky looked around the city. Amelia took subsequent glances at him as he stared through the window.

Some time later, the car stopped at a traffic light and Amelia let out a sigh. "Well, probably driving out on a sunday wasn't the best idea ever."

"But the weather is good today."

"Well, yes. It is. It is unusual during this part of the year but I would call it pleasantly unusual."

Bucky opened his mouth to reply but he noticed that something outside on his side of the road had caught her attention. He turned to look outside to see that there were some shops nearby but none which could be so appealing to her.

He turned to face her to see that she had taken the keys out and was about to walk outside.

"Bucky, stay here. I will be back in a minute."

"Where are you-" But he didn't get to complete his sentence as she walked out of the car.

Bucky sat there, confused, looking out as his gaze followed her. He saw as she entered a small florist shop. This confused him even further.

After a couple of minutes, she walked out of the shop with a small bouquet of lilies in her hand as she waved to the middle aged lady who gave her a bright smile, clearly very happy to see her.

After Amelia sat in the car, keeping the bouquet on the back seat, Bucky gave her a confused look. "Why would you buy those?"

"Why? Aren't they beautiful?"

"But you don't even keep flowers inside the house."

"That's because I know I can't take care of plants but these are not for me or the house."

Bucky narrowed his eyes and let the topic drop.

After 20 more minutes, Amelia drove into the parking lot of what looked like a big clothing store. Bucky noticed that even though it was big, it wasn't modern or sophisticated, it was kept in an old fashioned way. Amelia parked the car and while they still sat inside, she turned towards Bucky and saw how he had got tensed. He stared at the floor, jaw clenched and fingers tightened as he mentally debated about something.

"Bucky, it's going to be okay. Take a deep breathe."  Bucky still stared at the floor, not looking up to meet her gaze.

"Look, we are going in but we don't compulsorily have to stay. If you feel like you want to leave or as if something isn't right, just signal it to me. We will run out of the place as fast as we can even if it makes it look as if we just robbed the shop."

Bucky finally looked up to her as he gave her a small smile.

They walked out of the car and as Amelia picked up the flowers, Bucky stood outside looking around. He couldn't help but look at everyone suspiciously with his calculative gaze, to be prepared if somebody attacked them.

The gaze of the supersoldier looked around at people walking around the place and he instinctively pulled the sleeve of the jacket further. He felt as a slightly smaller hand grabbed his metal one which was covered with glove. If it had been a week ago, he would have instinctively attacked the person but now, he didn't have to look to the side to know who it was. As his racing heart slowed down to a more normal pace and he let out a breathe he didn't know he was holding, he knew it was the woman with a smile bright enough to lighten the darkest tunnels who had enough courage to hold the weaponized metal arm.  

She treats him like he’s safe, like he’s more human than weapon.

He knows better. And it’s only a matter of time before she realizes it, too.

What will happen to him then?

Bucky looked at her as she gave him that signature smile of hers. A smile which conveyed thousands of words. A promise, as if she was telling him she was there for him. A simple gesture that instilled in Bucky so much hope that maybe everything could indeed get all right and after all that he had been through, maybe things could indeed only get better from here and his fears of everything coming crumbling down would never turn true.

But, for now, he only hopes his fears don't turn true today.

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[coldbrewandfangirling]

Betrayal – A Bucky Barnes Fanfic Epilogue

AU / BuckyxOC

Summary:

Ava is an aspiring journalist, working on her first  big story. Her life gets confusing when she meets James Buchanan Barnes,  a charming, good-looking man, that she can hardly stay away from. She  finds herself falling for him, hard, all while being haunted from ghosts  of her past. But she can’t shake the feeling that he is hiding  something from her.

CW: no major triggers

On Wattpad || On ao3 || Previous Chapter || Masterlist || Playlist

word count: 1429

Epilogue

6 Months later

"How did the court hearing go?" Ava stepped aside to let Wanda into the flat.

Ava had been living together with James in a flat for six months now and it couldn't have gone any better. James was always coming up with new things to surprise Ava with a romantic gesture and it still felt to Ava like she was freshly and madly in love.

Things were also going great with her own website. By now Wanda and Ava had enough daily visitors on their website to have monthly advertising revenue. And Ava could only be glad that she had moved into a three-room flat with a balcony with James – her flat served as an office and Wanda came over almost every day.

Just like today, even though the verdict on Wanda's brother Pietro's killers was in court today.

"I'm just glad it's over now and I can put it behind me," Wanda replied, dropping into a chair at the dining table. "My brother's killers are going to spend a long time behind bars and that means I can finally move on."

Ava joined Wanda at the dining table.

"Here we go then," Wanda said, pulling her laptop out of her bag.

Ava shook her head in amusement. Wanda didn't speak more openly about her feelings even after all the months they had spent a lot of time together. She preferred to bury herself in work.

"Is James not here today?" asked Wanda after a few minutes of pecking away at her keyboard.

Ava took a sip of her tea.

"He had to work today, but he should be home any minute."

Ava gripped her cup of tea tighter in her hand, reached for her phone and looked tensely at the time.

"God, what's up with you today? Can you stop with the wiggling?" Wanda looked at Ava, unnerved.

Ava hadn't even noticed that she was bouncing her leg, making the whole table move.

"Sorry." Ava tried to steady her leg.

"Now come on, tell me what's wrong," Wanda urged.

"All right." Ava took a deep breath. "Actually, I was going to wait until James got here to announce the news. But I can't keep it to myself any longer-"

Ava paused dramatically and Wanda rolled her eyes in annoyance. Just then, the front door was heard. Immediately Ava jumped up and ran towards the hallway, paying no further attention to Wanda, who let out an exasperated groan.

"James!" exclaimed Ava in excitement.

James had just opened the door and as soon as his eyes fell on Ava, he began to beam. He pulled her into a hug and kissed her deeply.

"What did I do to deserve such a joyous greeting?" James's lips were inches from Ava's and she could feel his fresh breath on her skin.

"I really need to tell you something," Ava replied.

"Actually, she was about to tell me something, but then you showed up," Wanda spoke up, having followed Ava into the hallway.

"I brought company." James ignored Wanda and took a step aside to let Steve and Nat into the small hallway.

Immediately Ava pulled Natasha into a hug – as best she could, after all Natasha was now 8 months pregnant and round as a ball.

"What are you doing here?" asked Ava in surprise, "We just saw each other yesterday!"

"Have you had enough of me already?" Natasha smacked Ava's arm with affectionate severity. Instead of giving Ava an answer, Natasha went ahead into the living room to sit down. Steve was immediately on hand to follow her, one hand gently placed on her lower back.

"Good, now that everyone is here anyway, I'll start with my news," Ava announced, standing in front of the sofa in the living room. "The New Yorker got in touch with me – they've been following our website since Day 1 and wanted to see what we'd make of it. Now they've offered me the chance to write a regular column for their magazine!"

Natasha's eyes widened and Ava could see that she would have loved to jump up immediately to give Ava a hug, but her baby bump prevented that.

"This calls for a celebration!" she cried instead, and Steve and Wanda also beamed contentedly at Ava.

"That's perfect timing, actually," James then said.

Ava noticed that he suddenly seemed nervous, but before she could ask him what was wrong, he disappeared towards the kitchen. The ringing of the doorbell distracted Ava.

"Oh, that must be Vision," Wanda declared and immediately jumped up to get the door.

"God, what's going on here today? If I'd known you were all coming, I would have prepared some food or at least some snacks." Ava stroked her face in frustration – this was not how she had imagined the day would go.

"Don't worry," Natasha said calmly, "today is definitely your day."

"What do you mean?"

Steve cleared his throat and Natasha started to giggle. Ava narrowed her eyes at her and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" Ava tried to use her most mischievous voice, but instead Natasha just started laughing.

"Here comes the champagne!" Wanda stepped into the living room with two glasses of champagne, closely followed by Vision who also had two glasses in his hands.

"Where did James go now?" Slowly Ava was really starting to get annoyed. She wanted to toast her news with James!

But before she could get mad, music started playing from the direction of the balcony. Softly, "Lover" by Taylor Swift blared into the flat and Ava looked at her friends in wonder.

"You'd better go and see what's going on," Wanda said with a strange smile and nudged Ava towards the balcony.

Uncertainly, Ava walked around the dining table towards the sliding door – Taylor Swift's voice was getting louder. Ava stepped through the door and got goosebumps – it was late March, but still pretty cold.

"What's going on?" Ava's voice trembled.

James was standing in front of a wall decorated with many different, colorful flowers, behind him was an old record player still playing "Lover". Ava barely recognised her own balcony.

"Come here," James said, reaching for her hands.

Only now did Ava take a step towards him and accept his hand. Her brain refused to process the situation. James pulled Ava towards him by her hands and stroked her cheek lovingly. His blue eyes shone with excitement and he licked his lips before speaking again.

"Ava," his voice was barely more than a whisper, "I know the first few months of our relationship were overwhelming and confusing. But yet here we still are, together, side by side. I never dreamed that my job would one day fade into the background of my life, but that's exactly what happened. You came into my life and with that everything else took a step back, simply faded into the background. You brought light into the darkest corners of my fucked up life. Light, warmth and most of all love. I love you, Ava, and I don't want to go a day without you."

James paused and took a deep breath. Ava held her breath, not trusting her body to make even the slightest movement.

"And I know you don't like these old-fashioned, patriarchal structures, but I want to honour and love you as your husband until the day that I die. I want to be yours and call you mine. Will you therefore do me the incredible honour," James knelt down on one leg, pulled a small box from his pocket and opened it, "of becoming my wife?"

Ava's heart raced. The situation felt fake to her, surreal. Her eyes wandered to the small box in James's hand and the precious ring that lay inside. It was slender and silver, with a blue diamond that reminded Ava of James's eyes. It was beautiful. She looked into James's eyes again – uncertainty spreading through them.

"Holy shit," Ava blurted out. Her emotions overwhelmed her.

Then she fell around James' neck and kissed him passionately. Her heart was still hammering loudly in her ears.

"Is that a yes?" James removed his lips a tiny bit. His heavy breath gently grazed Ava's lips.

"Yes," Ava replied. Her lips met his again. His tongue pushed into her mouth and adrenaline and lust flooded Ava's body.

Only the excited cheers of her friends reminded Ava that they were not alone.

"Let's have a toast before these two go at it like animals right here on the balcony!", Natasha's voice reached Ava's ears over the pounding in her chest.

Satisfied, she looked up at her friends as James pulled her to his chest.

"I love you," James whispered in her ear.

"I love you," Ava replied, stealing one last kiss before letting Natasha pull her into a hug.

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You Are My Heaven (3) - His Promise

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Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem Reader

Summary: It's been 6 painful years since the tragedy of losing Bucky. But is he truly gone? How will you feel if he returned like he had promised all those years ago?

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Note: For now this is the last part but if requested I can add on to this little series!

Hope you enjoy!

Songs for chapter:

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“Make sure you come back to me, Bucky.” 

“I will. I promise.” 

But he never did.

It’s been six years since that magical night together. You can remember it as if it happened yesterday, even after all these years. It was one of the few memories you couldn’t let go of. The beginning started off as good as it could’ve went being long distance in the middle of a war. You wrote back and forth for a solid year until one day the letters stopped coming. It made you fear the worst but you never received a certified letter or heard from his family. It gave you false hope but you were determined to hold on to the possibility that he was ok if not merely injured and in recovery.

But that day eventually came.

Your eyes fell to the hat displayed on the fireplace mantel, his letters neatly stacked and tied together with a piece of string, besides your favorite framed picture. His mother had given his hat to you once all his stuff was shipped home along with the heart wrenching letter sent from his superiors.  

There was a thickness to the air today, a feeling of dread was deep in your chest. It made your mind race with possibilities but was cut short from a knock at the door. Upon opening it stood Mrs. Barnes, her back turned towards you.

Somethings wrong..

“Mrs. Barnes, I wasn’t expecting y-”

Her face had said it all when she turned to face you. In her hands held his hat and a crinkled letter. She pushed the items towards you, barely holding herself together, “H-He’s - I’m so sorry Y/N. He w-would have wanted you to have this.” 

You hesitantly opened the letter. You didn’t want to read it. Didn’t want to believe the words written beneath your hands. 

“Dear Mrs. Barnes and family,

We are deeply sorry to inform you that James Buchanan Barnes has been lost to battle. A medal of honor will be given in his name for his effort and bravery. His uniform and belongings will be sent to your home once they are gathered. Unfortunately his body was never recovered in which we are unable to send any remains for burial or cremation. We send our deepest condolences on your loss. 

     -Commander Philips

Your hand covered your mouth in attempts to hold your sobs in but failed miserably, leaning against the door for support,  “No - H-He can’t be. He can’t be-”

Mrs. Barnes collapsed against the wooden floor, her hand holding on to his dog tags that now sat around her neck, “Oh god my boy is gone! My boy..He’s gone…” 

You followed suit of her, holding onto each other as you sobbed. You never knew you could feel so much pain before. Even your father’s death didn’t compare to this. At least you spent most of your life with him while Bucky never was able to give you that opportunity. 

The memories of that time were still agonizing to this day. It hasn’t gotten easier even with the passing years. You just couldn’t bear to part with him. Maria couldn’t even take your mind away from him. Nothing could.

You barely heard the phone ring, your mind had muted everything around you as you sat against the plush cushions of the couch. The cigarette sat between your fingers, letting the burning ash fall to the floor. His letters scattered in your lap, partially opened and read. Your tears were staining a few of the pages, smearing the ink but you were too numb to move them back to their place along the mantel. Your eyes didn’t move from the framed picture that rested besides the wool and leather rimmed hat. It was the two of you from the day he left before he got on the bus. It was your last kiss, last hug, last everything. You could still hear his  words playing through your head.

“I’ll be home before you know it. I promise. I love you."

Subconsciously growing tired of the ringing, your free hand picked up the handle, the metal feeling as if it was burning against your skin. They had grown numb from lack of movement, the sudden sensation awakening the nerves throughout it.

“Hello?” Your voice was broken from lack of use and cigarette smoke.

“Y/N you sound horrible.” 

You brought the cigarette to your lips, filling your lungs with warmth, watching the smoke haze up the image as you exhaled. The feeling was the closest feeling to the warmth he used to give you, “That’s what happens when you smoke and cry all day. It fucks you up a bit.” 

You felt irritated by her voice. What did she expect? You were grieving, of course you were going to sound miserable.

“Honey…I thought you couldn’t stand cigarettes after your father-”

You cut her off growing further irritated, “Yes I can’t stand them but it’s the only thing that doesn’t make me black out. It helps give me something to feel. I’m tired of being numb. I want to feel him again. I want to feel the warmth of him, his hands, his kisses, all of it! But I will never get that back so excuse me for wanting a few damn cigarettes so I can feel something besides this misery.”

It was true. You despised cigarettes due to your father’s habit. He smoked multiple packs a day till his lungs collapsed and died. It was sudden and hard to cope with his loss. But you found the comfort he had sought for when smoking. Smoking made you develop awful anger issues though. It made your voice become scratchy, making it difficult to talk for long periods of time.  But you’d do anything to take away the memories and the depression that followed behind them. Even if it meant changing you. 

The other side of the line grew quiet for a moment, “I’m just worried about you Y/N..”

“And I just want to be left alone.”  You hung up without letting her get another word in. The cigarette fell from your hands as you brought them to your face, sobbing into your palms.   

I told you Bucky…I fucking told you..

She gave you space you desired after that. Giving you a month before making a visit to your house in an attempt to talk again. It was the only way she knew that you wouldn’t run away from the situation. 

"Y/N, this isn’t good for you. You’re smoking almost a pack a day, you look like you haven’t slept in weeks and you sound like an 80 year old man. We need to do something before we lose you too.” She pinched the bridge of her nose trying to contain her tears, “I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I lost you Y/N. You’re family to me, a sister. Please help yourself before it’s too late. He wouldn’t want this for you.” 

She wasn’t wrong. Packs of empty cigarette cartridges and piles of ashes laid around the living room floor. The walls were becoming stained with nicotine residue. Your eyes were bloodshot and heavily bagged from lack of sleep. When you slept you dreamt of him. Of his smile, his laugh, his touch. But when you awoke the pain worsened, feeling the empty space besides you and the coldness against your skin. You felt it was better to push through the fatigue as long as you could instead of enduring another dream.

You let her pull you into her arms, your body tingling all over from being touch starved, “Everywhere I look I see him and it’s unbearable Maria. I just want him back. I want him home.”

"I know honey."

She held you closer letting you sob against her chest. For once in the recent months, you felt a little better.

You walked over to where his hat stood, pressing your forehead against the rim. 

“Please come home. Come back to me, Bucky.” You laughed humorlessly at yourself, “If only that was possible…”

You felt tears welling in your eyes, holding your hands to your chest, pressing the golden ring close to your heart. You had later found out it had been his mother’s ring sometime after he deployed, passed down from generation to generation. After his passing you tried returning it to her, feeling guilty for holding onto such a valuable keepsake that wasn't yours. But his mother refused it back, her words holding onto a place in your heart.

“He gave it to you for a reason darling. It’s yours now. Welcome to the family Y/N.”

You smiled at the memory, taking a step back and staring at the mini memorial one last time before making your way to your kitchen. It felt like time had flown by since you came home from work, the clock hanging from the wall chiming as it reached six pm. You had the record player on in the background, playing one of the many records Bucky left behind. The music relaxed you, helping you focus on the task at hand better than if it were silent.

Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me. Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me. While I'm alone and blue as can be. Dream a little dream of me.

You hummed along to the song, beginning to prepare dinner for yourself.

“Y/N…”

You nearly cut into your finger as your body suddenly went rigid, the knife slipping from your hand. Your brain was pulling another cruel joke on you again. It had played his voice like this multiple times over the years but this time it felt real.

“Why must you be so cruel..He’s not really here..He’s gone Y/N.” You coached yourself, holding the knife steady again but you couldn’t bring yourself to move it.

“Y/N I am here..I’m right here..” His voice was right behind your ear, startling you enough to make you turn around.

There he stood before you. He looked the same but older at the same time. His hair was shorter than when you saw him last. He had a five o clock shadow growing along his face and small bags under his eyes as if he hadn't slept in a long time. Your eyes skimmed his body, taking note of how abnormally built he had become, his figure easily filled the doorway. Something more interesting caught your eyes though. His left arm was no longer made of flesh. It looked to be made of some sort of metal, painted fully in black with gold in the striped cracks. It glistened against the sunlight coming in from the window.

Bucky’s eyes followed yours, pausing on the arm for a few moments before looking back at you, “Y/N I can ex-”

Hearing his voice made you snap away from the arm, closing your eyes still trying to make out if this was real or not, “H-How-” You took a moment in an attempt to regain your breath, “They told me you died. I saw the letter, the dogtags. T-They said - They said your body was never recovered...” 

You heard him sigh and step towards you, “It’s a very long and painfully complicated story. It’s something I don’t want you to hear.”

You instantly take a step away from him, pressing yourself into the counter forcing the knife to fall out of your hand again. The noise made you jump in place, irritating you further, “You came back from the grave with a metal arm for fucks sake Bucky. How could I not need to hear it?” 

He sighed, pulling his hand back to his side as backed away a few steps, giving you more space. He was no longer looking at you but looking at his hands, a distant look in his eyes, “I fell off a train during one of our missions, my body was later found by the enemy. They turned me into a super soldier just like they did to Steve but different..They replaced the arm I lost from the fall with a metal one. Not this one, this one was an upgrade from a friend but anyway..They made me a monster. They brainwashed and tortured me until i had no control over myself. It's hard to remember much else and the rest is far too complicated to explain. I just know I did things I'm not proud of."

You tried to process the information as you watched him. He was so different in every way possible but he still seemed like his old self. The one you once knew. You knew deep down he wasn’t completely lost though. 

“I’m sorry.” You mumble out, slowly pushing yourself away from the counter.

He shook his head, his eyes still on his hands. He had a pained smile on his face, “There’s nothing to be sorry for doll, especially not towards me. If anyone is to be sorry it’s me.”

Your body shivered hearing the old nickname. It still had the same effect on you as it did in the beginning. You felt it would affect you forever.

Your confidence grew the closer you approached him. You felt him watching you, his eyes seeming to follow your every move. You slowly brought your hand towards the metal arm, hearing the low hum from the mechanics held within it. Bucky’s body tensed as your hand laid on the upper bicep of the arm, feeling the mild vibration it gave off.

“Does it hurt?” 

The metal fingers closed, flexing open after a couple seconds causing the plates to shift effortlessly, “Not anymore.” 

Your eyes looked up to meet his, “I’m not just talking about physical pain Bucky.”

He looked away, his eyes going distant again, “I don’t know.”

You nodded in mild understanding, your hand slowly sliding up his shoulder and neck to cup his cheek forcing him to look at you again. You felt your eyes well up with tears as you scanned his face, taking in all the new details.

“I missed you.” 

He wearily wraps his arms around your waist, getting a nod of consent, pulling you against his chest lightly, “I missed you too Y/N. You have no idea.” 

His own eyes were welling up with tears, the two of you silently crying out of shock and joy. You moved your other hand up to cup both cheeks, pulling him down to bring your lips to his. The stubble on his face sending tingles through your cheeks. It was a short kiss but it was sweet and brought back everything you missed dearly. 

“You kept the ring.” 

He sounded genuinely surprised, his hand laying over yours feeling the metal against his skin. You watched as he placed gentle kisses along your palm, his brow furrowed as if in pain. 

Oh what have they done to you my love.

He held onto you tighter as he fought internally with himself, his breath quickening as if he was beginning to have a panic attack, "I-I wasn't sure if you-"

You cut him off before he could speak the words, rubbing his cheek soothingly, “No, I never took it off once. Well, only the one time when I tried to give it back to your mother. But she said you gave it to me for a reason and refused to accept it back. So, it’s been on my finger since.” You sigh, "There's never been anyone else. Nobody but you.” 

Bucky chuckled to himself, finally looking back at you. His eyes held so much pain, darkness swirling within them, "I would've thought Maria would have tried something knowing her." 

You shook your head, rolling your eyes at her many attempts, "Oh she tried." 

"Come on Y/N! He's such a nice guy you'll like him I promise. Just give him a chance please." Maria childishly pouted, sitting on the edge of your bed as you changed.

“You said that about the last one and he sat there talking about himself the whole time. I think I’ll pass Maria.”

“What about that guy, the police officer? Jeffery? No that's not it..John? John! You said he wasn’t bad.” 

You laid next to her on the bed, sighing as you recall the mediocre date, “Another alpha male with zero romance and minimal charm. The flowers he gave me were nice at least though.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a beau who will win that stubborn heart of yours.” 

You chuckled under your breath, “Maria, I am more than happy being a single woman right now. I’ve come to terms with what happened. I want to spend my time enjoying life for now. Maybe take some time to travel.”

“Alright fine but if you're going anywhere you better take me with you. I refuse to be here by myself while you explore the world and have all the fun.”

“Wouldn't imagine it without you, even if you are annoying.”

The room fell into a comfortable silence as you laid your head against his shoulder, breathing in his scent. You could hear the low beat of his heart against your ear, the feel of his hands rubbing the skin that peaked out from your shirt affectionately. 

God, I'm so happy. Please don’t let this be a dream..

His arms tightened around you as he spoke, "Did Thomas-"

"No..He got honorably discharged. He lost his legs from stepping on a mine. He was happy when he came home but we all knew he was hiding his pain for our sake. He would never walk again, never be able to do much by himself anymore. I knew it broke him but he still smiled and continued to be himself." You paused taking a moment to swallow the tears threatening to spill, "Until our mother died. He lost himself after that. He became aggressive towards everyone, especially me. For the sake of his safety and my own, I had him placed in a vets home. From what I've been told he's happy. I see him every few months to avoid causing another episode. It's hard, I miss him terribly but it's better for him and the least I could do is be happy with that."

Besides losing Bucky, losing both your mom and brother back to back was one of the worst moments in your life. Your brother couldn't look at you without experiencing a manic episode because you were a spitting image of your mother. It was hard to cope with for a long time.

Bucky gently moved your chin upwards, "I'm so sorry Y/N. I'm sorry you had to go through everything alone." 

You smiled weakly, placing your hand over his wrist, squeezing it gently in reassurance, "I only wanted to be alone." 

"Not if I was here you wouldn't have."

The record could be heard skipping from the other room, forcing you away from him. It allowed for you to take a breath and regain yourself for a moment. Bucky follows you through the archway into the living room, observing the little trinkets you had. You removed the player's needle, replacing the record with another one, not bothering to look at the cover.

"I see you kept my records." He smiled as he ran his fingers along the row of records, taking a moment to read a few of the covers before moving on to the next item of interest.

You grew mildly irritated at his calmness to the situation. Six years he's been gone, reportedly dead and he walks into your kitchen as if it's an ordinary day. As much as you wanted to welcome him home without any questions, you needed answers. 

"James." You only used his real name when things got serious, "How are you here right now. We can't keep avoiding the question." 

He was standing in front of the memorial, his hat being held in his hands as he glanced at the photograph beside it. It took him a while to say anything, the music filling in the silence between them. 

He let out a humorless laugh, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

You crossed your arms against your chest, taking a seat in one of the arm chairs, "Try me."

He sighed, placing the hat back on its post before sitting across from you in the other chair, "Long story made very short, a purple alien named Thanos attacked earth, got his hands on magical stones, snapped his fingers leading to half the world disappearing including myself. Quite the experience. The superheroes that didn't get snapped away made a time machine and fixed what Thanos did which returned everyone back. Steve decided he wanted to come back to be with Peggy after that whole mess cleared up and asked if I wanted to try to come back as well. I said yes. Here we are."

It was a lot to register. You weren't sure how to react but even shocked couldn't describe the emotion running through you. He was right, you could barely believe him but you knew he wouldn't lie to you, "Well, I wasn't quite expecting that." 

"None of us were."

The conversation grew quiet once again, the music flowing around them keeping it from becoming too uncomfortable. You didn't meet his gaze even as he bored his eyes into you. You felt his eyes inspect you, from your face to your legs, catching on any mark he found. It was difficult not to be uncomfortable. He was much more intimidating than before, the habits from his trauma still showing. You picked up on them earlier, watching how his eyes scanned every crevice of the house, how he watched every move you made as if you would attack him. How careful and deathly silent he walked around practically becoming undetected.

"May I have this dance?" His voice was gentle, careful not to startle you again.

He was now in front of you, the metal hand held waiting patiently. You thought you’d be scared of it knowing the power behind it, the damage its dealt. But you looked at it as if it wasn’t made of metal at all. Just another part of him to grow to love.

You smiled up at him and nodded as you slid your hand into his, your hand twitching at the sensation of the metal against it. You rested your head between his neck and shoulder as his arms engulfed you safely against him once again. You felt your emotions building as you swayed to the music, heart beats syncing as one. 

I still remember every word you said. I'm not a soldier but I'm fighting. Can you hear me through the silence? I won't give up 'cause there will be a day. We'll meet again.

You smile against him as you listen to the lyrics, your body relaxing further into his. All the years of crying and gruesome pain was vanishing from within you. Everything you went through felt worth it. The man you’ve once lost, holding you close and dancing as if he’d never left.

"Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?" His voice flowed through your ears, sending a wave of emotions through you making your heart jolt.

That line held all your memories together. From your first meeting to your first time to now. Such a special line that made you weak every time it was said. It was the string that tied around everything. 

You couldn't hold in the tears anymore, letting them free flow down your cheeks as you caught each other's gaze, "Only you my love. Only you." 

You captured each other's lips in sweet kisses, bodies swaying to the music. Everything was whole again. 

He had kept his promise. 

He was finally home.

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Here's a teaser for the OC x Bucky Barnes story I'm going to post when it's finished!

Artwork is by me and I do NOT give permission for my work to be reposted anywhere.

“What do you mean ‘gone’?” She snarled. Stark and Carter were taken aback by the sudden outburst.  The normally sweet, quiet, and determined air that normally surrounded her was dropped like a heavy anchor drops to the bottom of the sea. Rage. Pure, unbridled, rage took its place. “The signal, it’s gone. The plane crashed. We…we don’t have exact coordinates.” Peggy spoke softly, hoping to calm her down. She snapped her eyes up to meet Peggy’s. She searched her eyes for any evidence of lies. Finding none, she grabbed her bag and swung it over her shoulder. “And where do you think you’re going?” Stark called out after her. “Finishing what my brother started.”

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Dreams

Summary: Bucky realises how he feels - inspired by The Cranberries' song Dreams

Pairing: Bucky x ofc; ofc can be read as reader

So this is my first MCU fanfic. It's just a little something coming up at just under 1.000 words and it is heavily inspired by Dreams by The Cranberries and it just came to me after hearing the song. It is set at some point after Endgame but in my mind the surviving members stayed together and a compound 2.0 was built. This will be crossposted on ao3 and fanfiction.net

Disclaimer: I do not own Bucky, the MCU, or any of the related characters. They are owned by The Walt Disney Company. This story is intended for entertainment purposes only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the MCU and any related characters belong to The Walt Disney Company.

Bucky wasn't sure what to think or to feel. Who could blame him for that. After 70 years in Hydras clutches and having his brain put through the blender more often than not within these years he wasn't sure about anything at all. The only thing he felt remotely sure about was that he was falling for her. For his co-worker who helped out behind the scenes in the labs. Bucky couldn't remember ever having met such a beautiful and intelligent mind. He always had been fascinated by science and technology and what other people could do with it. After getting free from Hydra and getting his mind back bit by bit he remembered his last evening in New York before he went to war. He remembered the feeling of utter aw he got as he watched Howard Starks hoovercar. And while there still weren't any hoovercars around both fields had advanced heaps and bounds during the 70 years of his brainwashed imprisonment. And here he was still not really understanding how any of it worked but he understood that her ideas were pure genius and he somehow was sure that if someone would invent a hoovercar during his lifetime it would be her. And while he admired her sheer endless knowledge of science and technology and how anything and everything worked or could be improved, he also admired her confidence. She wasn't loud and boisterous about it like Tony had been. She was more quiet and dare he say even a little shy about it. And while everyone else was getting annoyed with him at some point or another for having to explain some things to him She never did. Instead, she talked him through everything and answered any question Bucky could come up with and then some. She watched any movie he wanted with him or just hung out reading books in silence. So generally, she treated Bucky like he was a normal person and somewhere along the way of friendship Bucky started to fall for her.

It had taken Bucky a while to actually realise what was going on. Back before everything happened, he was what one would easily call a ladies’ man today. He liked flirting and going dancing with different dames. Nothing serious ever came of it but it was fun flirting around. The general dream had been to find someone to spend the rest of his life with, to start a family with but it never was anything he really imagined with one of the women he met. Of course, he had been infatuated with a few different women but never had he felt like this. And realizing he was falling for his co-worker wasn't easy. First, he didn't recognize the feeling, then he told himself it was just the same as back then. A slight infatuation with her that would go away soon enough. No reason to ruin one of the few good things in his life. But then the both of them had been spending a quite night in while reading turned talking and he found himself telling her stories he hasn't told anyone in a long time or ever. Stories about his family and of him and Steve when they were really young. But also, stories about his time in Hydra. Not anything too brutal but still. He opened up to her in a way he never had to anyone else before and she just accepted everything he was ready to give and held him when he needed it. She found exactly the right words to say and Bucky was hit with the realization that he was falling in love. He was afraid of it and at the same time he was surprised but also happy.

At first, he tried to ignore it. He was sure she didn't feel the same way and he didn't want to get hurt or ruin the friendship. But as time went on his feelings became stronger and deeper. He also became aware that quite possibly his feelings were returned. That they may not be as one sided as he thought they were. Yet he wasn't quite ready to put his heart out there like that. So, he waited and with each day passed his feeling just got harder to ignore because every day she did something that had Bucky falling harder.

In the end he just couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't bear the uncertainty anymore. He couldn't bear the fear of her running out of patience with him and moving on anymore. He couldn't bear bottling his feelings up anymore. So, he decided that he would just openly tell her that she held his heart. That he never thought that he could ever find such a beautiful and amazing mind. Never thought that he could find someone as understanding and kind towards him but there she was and she was everything Bucky still dreamed of but never dared to hope for after everything. He would tell her all about his feelings in hope of not getting hurt. In hope of reading the signals right. Because as much as his life had changed and still changed every day she felt like a constant and a bit like a dream to him and Bucky had come to know that dreams normally weren't quite as they seemed. Yet something inside him told him that in this instance his dream of being with her would come true if he would just tell her how he felt.

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OKAY! OKAY OKAY OKAY! SO.... REQUEST....YES...IDEAS 🤣🤣🤣

Bucky x Reader, maybe they had some sort of mission in a cold place? I don't really have a preference on details but here's the prompts (that I definitely didn't pull out of a giant prompt list I have saved)

"Let's go home, you're freezing, and I don't want you catching a cold"

And

"Mmm.. you're warm."

KNOCK YOURSELF OUT, FRIEND! (Please don't actually do that...I just mean have fun 🤣)

@high-functioning-lokipath I'm so excited about this! Thank you for the request 💚💚 so here goes my first Bucky x female reader fic... hope you like it!

Mmm... You're Warm

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Warnings: some swearing, just fluff

Summary: You and Bucky are on a mission somewhere cold and just as you complete it, a storm settles on the area. The two of you get caught in the rough weather and can't make it back to the jet. Bucky insists on keeping you warm while you wait out the storm... and you have no complaints about.

Word Count: 2k words

Prompts:

"Let's go home, you're freezing, and I don't want you catching a cold." (Changed this a little bit)

"Mmm... you're warm."

Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout

"What's your status Barnes?" Tony asks over the coms. 

"I’ve got one more lab to check. Looks like they cleared this place out same as the other bases,” Bucky answers. 

You weren’t surprised by that, this was the seventh abandoned Hydra base you and Bucky had swept through in the last six months. What did surprise you was how close you and Bucky had become in that time.

A few months after you started with SHIELD, you and Bucky were given orders to clear fifteen bases that were no longer active. At first you were intimidated by the idea of being alone on missions with the former Winter Soldier but now you couldn't imagine having to work with anyone else.

Bucky was easily the sweetest man you had ever met and you knew you were going to be in trouble the moment he first smiled at you. The two of you quickly became friends, spending the long flights to the middle of nowhere talking about anything and everything. You truly felt like you could tell him anything, except that you were falling for him. Your biggest fear was that you would finally get the nerve to tell him only to be rejected and have it ruin your friendship so you decided it was safer to never tell him. You would rather have him in your life as your funny, caring, incredibly hot, over protective friend than nothing.

"Y/N, how are things on your end?" Tony asks you.

"I can try to do it in twenty minutes but half an hour would be better. I'm through the last firewall but these servers are a mess, I think they set off a virus in here," you answer, not looking up from the computer screen.

"You've got less than ten," Tony responds and you roll your eyes at how dramatic he sounds. "The storm they predicted is shifting. Bruce says it's going to hit sooner then we thought."

"I'll do my best..." you say vaguely as you go back to focusing on what you need to do.

You continue working, scanning the files and copying them to take them back to SHIELD. "I've got them," you say as you pull the USB out of the computer triumphantly less than fifteen minutes later.

"Good, but it looks like we have a problem. Bruce checked the reports again and we were wrong about the storm..." Tony starts but you interrupt him.

"Umm... we might have several problems," you tell him and Bucky as your heart begins to race. As soon as the USB is in your hand, all of the computer screens in the control room go red and the alarm over the door starts to blare. One screen flashes a digital clock that quickly begins to countdown.

"Bucky, where are you?" you call for him over the coms as you leave the room.

"On my way up to you, are you ok? What’s the alarm from?" he asks, you can hear in his voice he is running up the stairs from basement levels.

"No... we need to leave now," you answer him as you run down the hall towards the nearest staircase. You slam the door open and start to make your way down.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Tony asks, you know he can hear the alarms in the background when you and Bucky talk.

"I screwed up Tony. I must have missed something when I was extracting the files and it triggered the self destruction protocol for the base. We've got about fifteen minutes to get as far from here as possible," you tell him. 

"Shit," you hear Tony swear angrily.

“I’m sorry I-” you start to apologize as you finally get to the second floor. You hate feeling like you failed, you felt like you still needed to prove you were good enough to be on the team.

“Y/N, where are you?” Bucky asks, cutting you off. You can hear concern in his voice and you tell him you’re almost at the main level. You open the door to exit the stairwell and pause when you see Bucky at the far end of the hall. He motions for you to head towards the exit and of course he easily catches up to you. The two of you continue to run towards the main doors, he slows to match your pace as he informs Tony you are going to make your way to the jet.

“No, you can’t take off,” Tony says as the main door comes into view ahead of you.

"What's going on Stark?" Bucky asks. "We're almost out."

"The storm Bruce was tracking shifted again..." he says just as Bucky shoves open the large, metal door to the base.

"Its here," you say in disbelief. The sky is completely white and the tall evergreen trees that surround the base shake violently in the harsh wind. The snow was already almost three inches high and still falling steadily. You wrap your arms around yourself and brace against the cold, your heavy breathing now visible in quick puffs of air. 

"What are we supposed to do? The jet is over a mile from here, we won't make it there in this weather," you look up at Bucky, unable to hide the worry in your voice. The woods surrounding the base had been too thick for you to land any closer. "And even if we did, it would be hard for me to fly it in these conditions," you tell him.

He steps out into the snow, seemingly unfazed by the sudden drop in temperature. "I don’t know but we can't stay here," Bucky says as he looks out into the forest and then back at you. You can barely hear the alarm over the whipping wind but he’s right, the base won’t be standing soon.

"Hill says there's a small cabin less than half a mile east from the base," Tony says. "The two of you should be able to wait out the storm there," he suggests.

"Yea and I bet there's only one bed," you mumble to yourself, trying not to smile in the middle of such a serious situation.

"What?" Bucky chuckles and you blush when you realize he heard you.

"Hmm? No, nothing," you say quietly as you make sure to look anywhere but at him. "That sounds like its our best option," you respond to Tony, trying to make your voice sound serious.

Bucky agrees and the two quickly enter the woods heading east. Almost as soon as you make it past the tree line, you hear a low rumbling coming from the base. Bucky stays close behind you, watching over his shoulder as the building starts to collapse in on itself. Most Hydra bases with a self destruct feature imploded like this one was doing, thankfully. Bucky had told you on a previous mission that it was meant to keep the test subjects and secrets buried. If the bases exploded, there might be information found in the debris and that would defeat the purpose of destroying the building.

Once the base is nothing more than a cloud of smoke, you and Bucky slow from a run to a fast walk and he takes the lead. The snow is almost six inches high now and you can feel your chest tightening with each breath. You keep your arms wrapped tightly around yourself but it does nothing to help keep you warm. Your SHIELD issued uniform was not made to be worn in a full on blizzard and you had of course forgotten your gloves on the jet. You continue to walk with your head down, trying to shield your face from the wind. You follow Bucky as close as you can so you are able to walk in his footsteps but every step is exhausting and gradually the distance between the two of you grows. 

“Y/N,” Bucky says and you come to a stop as you look up at him. He looks worried and he quickly closes the distance between the two of you. You stand in front of him, shivering and he says, “I can see the cabin, we’re almost there.” He turns back in the direction you were walking and points just beyond a few trees.

You nod, unable to answer as your teeth chatter uncontrollably. He takes another step towards you and suddenly he picks you up in his arms and holds you close to him. You wrap your arms instantly around his neck and hide your face against his shoulder. He continues to walk towards the cabin and whispers in your ear, “Let's get you inside, you're freezing and I don't want you catching a cold.” 

You close your eyes while you carries you, clinging to him tightly. When you finally reach the cabin, he gently sets you back down on your feet so he can open the door. Its locked so he uses his metal hand to break the handle. When he swings the door open, he laughs and says, “You were wrong about this place having only one bed.”

You look at him confused as he takes a step inside and you follow him. “Oh... no,” you say quietly while he closes the door against the wind. The cabin is one large room and it was clear to see it had once been someone's home.

“I guess when Hydra moved in, the people who used this left pretty quick,” he says as he walks over to the stone fireplace. He looks around a bit and shrugs. “I’m going to grab some firewood and see if I can get this going. Let Stark know we found the cabin?” he asks and you nod as he heads outside.

You decide to take a look around the cabin, mostly to keep moving and warm yourself up if possible. The inside of the cabin was slightly warmer than outside and at least there was no wind. Across from the fireplace, in the center of the room was a couch and a small coffee table sitting on a rug. A flannel blanket was folded carefully on one end of the couch and a pillow rested on top of it.

In the back left corner was a round table, only big enough for the two wooden chairs which sat on opposite sides. A glass vase was placed neatly in the middle of the table, as if the owner just just about to add flowers when they left. You thought it was odd that there was no place to sleep as you wandered into the bathroom. A soft blue towel still hung by the sink and you sighed when you saw there was only one toothbrush in the holder. They must have lived here alone, you thought to yourself, that meant the couch was most likely their bed.

Just as you walk back into the main area, Bucky walks through the door carrying a pile of wood. He closes the door quickly to keep the storm from entering and smiles at you.

"You're looking less like an icicle," he jokes as he brings the wood over to the fireplace. "And that's from someone who's actually been frozen."

You pick up the pillow off the couch and throw it at him but of course he catches it with a laugh. You take a seat in the middle, your legs tucked under you and watch him work on the fire in silence. You can't help thinking how romantic this would be if you weren't just friends. Your mind starts to wander, imagining what it would be like to tell Bucky you wanted to be more then friends.

A few minutes later the fire sparks to life and he looks up at you with a wide smile. He looks so proud of himself and you giggle at how cute he is. He stands up, picking up the pillow you threw at him and walks over to the couch. You sit up an slide to one side of the couch, putting your feet back on the ground as you lean forward to get a bit closer to the fire.

"Thank you Bucky," you tell him with a smile as you rub your hands together. He sits closer to you than you had expected, there is plenty of room but he sits so his legs are almost touching yours.

He doesn't respond, instead he carefully takes your hands and warms them between his. You don't know if you're more surprised by the gesture or the fact that his hands are so warm, his metal fingers seem to be gently radiating heat. You try not to blush as his hands move slowly over yours, you keep your eyes down until you hear him say your name softly.

He lets go of your hands and you instantly miss the feeling, which apparently shows on your face. You hear him chuckle softly as reaches for the blanket and unfolds it before laying it across both of you.

"I'm not going anywhere, Y/N," he whispers to you as he puts his metal arm around you and pulls you to him. You rest your head on his chest and cuddle close to him under the blanket.

"Mmm... you're warm," you say quietly.

He laughs again and you close your eyes while his metal fingers gently move up and down your arm. His cheek rests against your forehead and your arm settles around his waist as if you had sat like this hundreds of times before. You've never been so comfortable in your whole life, Bucky made you feel safer than anyone ever had and you decided its now or never.

"Bucky," you say quietly without looking at him.

"Y/N?" he responds.

"I... can I tell you something?" you ask him. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest and you worry he will be able to feel it if it gets much faster.

"You know you can tell me anything," he says, still lightly running his fingers up and down your arm. He was almost right, you had never had a hard time talking to him about anything before but this was different.

You pause, taking a deep breath while you think about how to phrase it. You had pictured yourself telling him so many times but now that you were really about to do it, your mind had gone blank. After a few moments of silence you say, "Bucky, I..." but you stop yourself. You can't get yourself to say the words, too afraid of how he will react. Instead, you shake your head and mumble, "Its nothing," before closing your eyes tighter.

"Its not nothing," he says in a caring voice. He lifts his head and gently touches your cheek, sliding his fingers under your chin until you are looking at him. When you lift your eyes he is smiling at you but not the fun, joking smile he usually offers you. Your gaze quickly drops to his lips and then back to his eyes when he says, "Tell me what you were going to say, Y/N."

You nod slowly and take another deep breath. "Bucky, I'm in love with you," you tell him, barely above a whisper but you could tell he heard it.

You hold your breath, waiting for him to respond. He slowly slids his hand from your chin back to your cheek and cups it gently. You look up at him nervously hoping he would say something, anything. "Bucky?" you ask and as soon as his name left your lips, his lips were on yours.

You close your eyes slowly as his metal arm gently holds the back of your neck, his other hand moves to your lower back, turning you to face him better. He kisses you softly at first and when your fingers run through his hair, he bites your bottom lip then sucks on it lightly. He pushes his tongue into your mouth and you can't help but moan when he slids his tongue against yours. His hand grips your waist tighter and you press your chest against his, wanting to be a close to him as possible.

When you finally break the kiss to breath, he places his forehead against yours. "Y/N, I love you too," he says with a smile.

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[w1nter-wolf-barnes1]

TEASER TUESDAY

Here is one of Bucky’s mood boards for my WIP mafia AU fan fic: also as an added bonus here are the main characters of the fic

Evie Lane- female main OC Bucky’s Secret Girlfriend

Bucky Barnes ”the white wolf” King of Brooklyn

Natasha Romanoff Russian mafia princess arranged marriage to Bucky

Clint Barton head of security

Steve Rogers Bucky’s best friend and Underboss also his secret security

There will be guest appearances but I don’t want to ruin the surprise 🤫

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[simplepetal]

Time to go back to my roots. After all, physically writing it down has gotten me through writer's block multiple times in the past. Hopefully it'll do the trick again this time.

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[1800jjbarnes]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐲 | 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

【Synopsis】 : Bunnies shouldn't be wondering on their own. A big bad wolf is stalking the forest, and he will do anything to protect what is his.

『Word count』 : 1.84k

Paring: Wolf!Alpha!Bucky x Bunny!Hybrid!Reader

[Warnings] : Blood, knife, reader gets cut, Bucky goes wild, lots of gore, cruel words, swearing. Bucky in a suit cause that is a warning on its one. Dirty talk. Harassment, sexualising. Abuse. Toxic friendships. Triggering scenes. John being a disgusting person.

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You were just doing your normal run. Grabbing supplies and then heading back to your cottage. You were rushing a little bit because you needed to still pack your things for the couple of nights you will be at the den. Bucky had begged you to come over to see his brothers, so tonight you finally agreed. You were excited but very nervous as well. So your best idea you could conger was to get some supplies for a calming medicine. It is a simple recipe to calm anything from overthinking thoughts to a shaking body. But what you didn't expect to see was an old face on your journey.

You stopped cutting the fungi, hearing the leaves and twigs snapping under the weight of someone's footing. You looked over to where the sound had come from while still crouching in front of the large elm tree. His smile caught you off guard. He has gotten bigger since you've seen him last. His pitch black ears stood straight up high, not even flopping as he tilted his head to the side.

"Funny seeing you here." His voice got deeper too. It's no longer the pitchy mismatch tone you remember. He aged the two years you've been gone. Well, out casted... you were stunned, to say the least. Standing up slowly, you dropped your items in the basket with caution. Your community was housed in the far east, almost two whole forestry's down. Why would he be this far out? Unless...

"Wolf, got your tongue?" He chuckled, taking a few steps towards you. Hairs on your body stood up straight as a bad feeling rushed into your gut. Even though he was a friend back then, he has become nothing more than a stranger now. He didn't stop or even fight to keep you in the community. All you can recall is seeing him watch from the sidelines as you were shunned out of the village. He was no friend to you.

"Why are you here?" You finally speak up, taking a step back from him. He watches you closely, moving in time with you. Until a tree stops your footing, making you unable to step away from him anymore.

"I thought you'd be more of, Hey it's so nice to see you. It's been ages. How have you been doing John? I'm fine y/n thanks for asking." His words got sharper as each one fell. He was annoyed at your hostility, getting tired of the way you are standing your guard up as if he was going to do something to you.

"Why are you here, John... What do you want?" You sounded more stern this time, trying to keep your ground. You weren't the little defenceless bunny anymore. You had a voice. Bucky helped you with that. John, however, didn't like this new you. You weren't mould-able anymore. He can't bend you like he used to.

"I see being around these flea-ridden pests has turned you sour. Where did your manners go..." He traps you against the tree and his large body. He looks you up and down, fingers grazing over your flopped fluffy ears. "Where did my innocent sweet puffball go?" He twists his fingers over your cottontail, tugging slightly, making you gasp out in disgust. His breath pooled on your cheek, his lips parting lightly as if he wanted to kiss you. You closed your eyes, waiting for the worst, but he pulled away entirely, sighing out while stretching.

"Come on, let's go to this cottage of yours while we wait." He picked up the basket you had dropped.

"Wait for what?" You instantly regretted asking once you hear him reply, your heart stopping at his words as your blood ran cold.

"You're coming home."

-

Time was ticking, and as the sun began to fade into the setting, Bucky's pacing became more prominent. Where were you? You said to meet at the bend where the water met the hill before the pack grounds, but you were nowhere to be seen. He's been waiting for around thirty minutes already. Something was wrong, and he could tell. His bond with you made his wolf scream out in pain. No, something was definitely off, and he needed to find you now.

-

"ARGH, how long does this take?" His annoyance is spilling out of his words. He just wanted this to be done. He didn't want to be around you any more than he had to, but he had to do it so he could finally get the title of knight back at the kingdom. You sat in the same spot for the past hour, watching John pace back and forth near the front door of your cottage. He was getting impatient, biting his nails in annoyance. You watched him, hugging yourself. Your breath was hitched. You weren't terrified of him, but fear-filled your senses at his restlessness. He started to become more and more driven by anger. He needed to be able to prove himself. So he can finally be put as a knight in their court. He needed to be better. And if it meant to hurt you, he'd do it. In truth, he might have been friends with you when you were young, but now all he sees is a stranger whenever your eyes meet. He was not the boy that used to play hide and seek with or play jumping Johns or run around the castle halls. He was nothing to you.

"J-John can we just tal—Shut up, will you? God" He is laced with venom, swinging his pocket knife around his fingers as he sat down at your dining table. You straighten yourself, gulping slightly, watching him in the next room slowly slip more and more into impatience.

"Why do they want me back? It's been years." You try pushing your luck again, asking him an array of questions, in hopes it might gift you knowledge, but as he racks his finger through his dark hair, you know all you're doing is pushing his buttons until he snaps.

"Can't you just sit there and not talk like you used to, huh? God being around that animal and his friends really made you so dumb." He stood up, turning his back to you to look out the window. You felt hurt, anger even. You were scared, but not scared enough to push your luck.

"Mate...." He turned his head, with an eyebrow raised. At your sudden bold tone, "Bucky is my mate... not some animal." A growl buried in your chest. Maybe the wolves have brushed off on you.

"M-mate? Wow, that is by far the most disturbing thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth." Displeasure boiled on his tongue as he stood up tall, walking towards you. Your eyes widened at his sudden movements, crawling back onto the couch further and further, trying to get more distance from him. He knelt down right in front of you, pointing his knife in your direction, tilting his head along with the blade.

"You are so delusional, you know that. Soulmates? Mates? Bonds? Wolves just use that excuse to fuck one another. You know that, right? He probably saw you and thought, this little.." He leant closer, "Innocent..." His breath brushed on your cheek. "Bunny..." The tip of his knife grazed your upper thigh. "Looks so fuckable. I'm going to take her and make her my fuck toy." The knife sliced your thigh drawing blood immediately as he pulled away chuckling. His back straightens up as he looks down on you.

"That's what you are, aren't you? His stupid little sex toy. A slut for his own pleasure and here I thought you'd grow up to be a smart independent rabbit, but look at you now." He spat at you, some of it landing on your shorts as you hissed in pain from the cut. Your hand tried its best to keep the wound from opening but it was no use, blood was painting your couch, thigh and clothes. You become frozen, tears pooling in your eyes. You knew for a fact his words weren't true, but they still hurt you. He knew nothing of Bucky, nothing of his romantic tropes and loving nature. He didn't know anything about your mate, but the depiction he strode out made your heart shatter.

"You know, screw—" Before he could finish his sentence, the front door bursts open with a very sweaty, hot, and angry Bucky in its frame. John shivered slightly. All his talk might mean one thing, but seeing an actual wolf was another.

"Want to finish that sentence, John?" Bucky's voice was low, lower than you've ever heard it. His eyes were crimson, the gold only a small detail in his red pools.

"H-How do you know my name?" John answered with a question, his ears flopping down as a dead give away he was becoming frightened. If it was one thing you remembered about John, it was he was all bark and no bite. Pun intended. Bucky tilted his head, a snapping sound echoing from it as he cracked the plate in his spine. His hands pulled at his black suit cuffs, straightening his blazer upon his deep maroon blouse that hid underneath.

"I know a lot about you. You be surprised how much I know about my darlings kingdom. Every rabbit, where they live. Even where the king and queen, their parents." He pointed with anger in his tone at you. "Where they rest their little heads at night." He stepped forward, deeper into the room when a horrid smell, a smell he wishes never to smell from you. Blood. His eyes grazed your body, seeing your hand still holding the flesh wound, hot blood slipping through the cracks of your fingers.

That's it all terms of charisma, composure and sense of calmness goes out the window. Looking at you one last time, his eyes meet Johns in pure red rage. John gulps, knowing what Bucky was looking at, but before he can even think about getting his was out of it, Bucky moved faster than anything he could see, pining John to the nearest wall by the throat. His fingers pinch down on his windpipe, and Bucky's teeth are bared.

"You should have really thought before you touched what is mine." Bucky's words rang in John's ears as he screamed out within the second, feeling his neck being pierced by sharp talon-like teeth. His flesh was ripped away in one motion, like a butter knife cutting through soft cream. James spat out the flesh along with the blood that had mixed with his saliva, dropping John to the ground, where he quickly grabbed his neck, gasping for air.

"You think we are animals. Being compelled by the need to hunt our prey..." He crouched down, becoming eye level with the dying rabbit. "If that's so true, then I guess this makes you my prey..."

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[marvelvillian23]

PLEASE!! I need fics rec for all of these! Especially the Convict. Please be multi Chapter fics.

It even can be Steve in these situations instead of Bucky I don’t mind.

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I’m currently reading Blood Moon Rising on AO3 by Sarahyellow.

It’s a A/B/O prison story where Bucky’s the convict and pre serum Steve is the prison counselor…I think. A riot breaks out and Bucky takes Steve hostage. 5/8 Chapters are up so far.

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