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chxrrybcmbs · 5 months

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Gimme Shelter: Part Two

70s gangster bucky barnes x fem!reader au. Warnings: mature themes, drug use, alcohol, guns, blood, violence and nudity.

Synopsis: James "Bucky" Barnes, better known by his fearsome moniker, The Winter Soldier. It's Los Angeles in 1977 and only one man owns the city. Until someone decides to challenge the king for his throne.

Part One

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The Roxy was packed. When you and Bucky pulled up in his Rolls Royce, there was a line of people down and around the corner waiting to get in. Bucky stepped out first and extended his arm to you to help you out. Immediately you felt eyes on you from the people around. Some might've seen Bucky before and assumed he was someone important. Some might know exactly who he is. You could always tell by the gaze. If they stared in awe, they had no idea. If they averted their gaze, they knew. It kind of made you feel good. Knowing how much power he radiated just by walking into a club was intoxicating.

Music was beckoning you inside from the front door and Bucky didn't like lallygagging. The bouncer at the door shook Bucky's hand and unhooked the velvet rope to let you both in.

Being Bucky's girl had its perks. Free drinks, complimentary appetizers and the best seat in the house. Natasha was waiting for you in the VIP booth, dressed in a black dress that clung to her curves and showed off her cleavage.

"There's my girl." She winked as she saw you and Bucky approaching. She gave you a warm hug admiring the emerald green satin dress you chose for the evening. Nat gave Bucky a nod,

"Steve and Sam are stationed as you requested. There's been no activity so far." Natasha told him, leaning closer so she didn't have to shout over the music. Bucky nodded,

"You keep Y/N company. I'm gonna make the rounds." Bucky turned his attention to you, he squeezed your hand and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Be right back, babe." He smiled, and left you in Nat's company. You watched as he melted into the crowd of people, shaking hands and sharing laughs with men you assumed were clients of his.

Nat lightly touched your shoulder,

"Come sit with me, I got us a bottle of wine to share." She gestured to the bottle that sat in a bucket of ice on the small table.

"Oh you know me well." You beamed, eagerly taking a seat on the red velvet lounge. Natasha opened the bottle and poured you both a glass.

"Cheers!"

Bucky had disappeared from view so you gave up trying to spot him in the crowd of party goers.

"Don't worry. He's a pro." Natasha placed a hand on your thigh gently. You forced a smile and took a swig from your glass. You knew he was good at his job but you couldn't help but be nervous for him when he wasn't in your line of sight. As long as you saw him you at least could see proof everything was fine.

You remembered the nights he would come home bleeding and bruised. Scaring you half to death but he would always flash that charming smile, like he felt no pain, and he'd let you help him clean himself up and act like nothing happened.

To be fair you knew what you signed up for when you agreed to go out with him. He didn't pull his punches and you knew that before you insisted to come along anyways.

You were here to have a good time and enjoy yourself. It was best to not act like you were waiting for something to happen, so you downed the rest of your glass and stood up.

"Come on, Nat. I wanna dance!" You grabbed her hand and dragged her off the lounge, down the stairs leading to the VIP area and out into the dance floor. You joined the other dancers throwing your hands in the air and swaying your hips.

"You know Barnes isn't gonna like this." Natasha whispered in your ear as she danced.

"He can come to me if he's got an issue. No use waiting for the other shoe to drop." You brushed off her warning and kept going. Letting yourself feel the beat and let loose. As long as Nat was with you he wouldn't get mad. And if he did give her trouble you would be her defender.

You were having a great time dancing and laughing with Natasha when the song changed to something slow and you saw couples gathering together. Nat took your hand and went to lead you away from the dance floor when a man bumped into you.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you there." He apologized. You looked up to see a slender man with dark hair and a well trimmed beard. Nat still held your hand and her grip was getting tighter.

"No harm done." You moved to step around him when he blocked your exit.

"I really do apologize, can I make it up to you? A dance perhaps?" He was charming but in a sleazy sort of way that made your skin crawl.

"Really it's fine." You smiled politely.

"Are you sure? I promise not to step on any toes." You didn't like the way he said that last sentence and Nat clearly didn't either.

"If you don't get out of the way I'll make you." Her voice was harsh and the man looked at her as if he was shocked at her temper.

"Apologies, ladies. I meant no harm." He threw his hands up in surrender and backed away allowing Natasha to continue leading you back to the lounge.

Nat poured you both another glass of wine but you could tell she was on alert. Something about that man didn't feel right, the way he spoke like he knew who you were gave you the chills.

"What's wrong?" You asked looking at Nat who was laser focused on the the people on the dance floor.

"Nothing, don't worry." Her eyes were scanning the room, probably looking for Sam or Steve. Bucky no doubt was in some back room talking business. She made a signal with her hand and a moment later Sam arrived.

"Hey, foxy." He winked at you and you smiled. Sam always had a lighthearted air to him and you appreciated his presence.

"What's the deal, Tasha?" He asked.

"Where's Barnes?" She inquired.

"In the back with the owner talking shop. Why?" Sam answered.

"I think our bogey arrived." She said with an edge. Sam turned to look around the room,

"Where is he?"

"Tall, dark hair and a clean cut beard. He interrupted us on the dance floor." Nat replied. Sam whipped his head back to you.

"Are you alright?" He questioned. You nodded,

"I'm fine he was just persistent and it felt like he might've known who I was." Sam furrowed his brows,

"What do you mean? What did he say?"

"Nothing specific. It was just a feeling I got." you insisted.

Sam sighed, "I'll have Steve get Buck. He's not gonna like this and it might be best you get Y/N out of here."

"Wait, no I don't wanna leave!" You protested.

"You're Bucky's girl and this man stepped to you without him around, Bucky ain't gonna like that especially because he was clear about your safety." Sam stated.

"I know, I know. Can you leave that part out, I don't want things to get ugly." You looked at Sam, ready to beg if you had to. You were asking him to lie to his boss and that wouldn't go well either if Bucky found out. But you could handle that. You really just wanted this night to be normal, for once. Sam looked to Natasha and sighed.

"Fine. I won't mention you, I'll tell him Nat spotted him and that's it. Ok?"

"Thank you." You squeezed Sam's hand,

"Yeah, yeah you better cover my ass if he finds out I lied for you."

"Count on me." You promised. Sam turned and left you and Nat alone again.

You took a sip from your wine glass and waited for Bucky to reappear and ask you to leave. It didn't take long, you saw him striding for you and parting the sea of people as he went. His face was riddled with anger and he climbed up the stairs to you.

"Where is he?" His question was directed at Nat.

"Last I saw he was on the dance floor." She lied, but only partially. Bucky ran a hand through his hair, the other on his hip.

"Babe, come sit down. Let's think this through." You patted the seat next to you. Bucky looked down at you as if he was debating his next move, the song changed again and a waiter came up the stairs with a drink in his hand.

"A drink for you, Miss." he placed it down in front of you.

"I didn't order anything." You said, confused.

"Oh, it's from an admirer." The waiter said. Bucky grabbed the waiter by the collar. You jumped to your feet, your hands gripping Bucky's biceps in a feeble attempt to stop him. Nat stood as well but she knew not to interfere.

"Who sent it!" He growled.

"Bucky!" You shouted as the chorus of the song blasted in your ears.

She's crazy like a fool

"I-I don't know, Sir!" The waiter stuttered. Bucky shook him, gripping his collar tighter.

What about Daddy Cool

"Don't fuckin lie, tell me the name!" Bucky yelled.

I'm crazy like a fool

"I don't know, man I swear! All he left was this card! That's all I know!" The waiter whimpered. Underneath the glass was a white card with the initials T.S. Bucky dropped the waiter and the boy scurried away, tripping down the stairs as he went. You looked at him as he was seething with rage. He crumbled the paper in his fist and was seconds away from smashing the drink onto the floor when you tugged on his arm again.

Bucky smoothed his hair and his jacket, taking out a cigarette and lighting it quickly.

"Nat, you take her to the back and don't you fuckin come out until I say so." He commanded.

"Bucky, please!" You protested. He took a drag from the cigarette and shook his head.

"No. I'm taking no chances." He stated, he gripped your face and placed a harsh kiss on your lips.

"Do this for me, doll. Please."

You knew there was no arguing with him. So you went with Nat, you turned back to look at him and he blew you a kiss, you reached out your hand and caught it tightly in your fist. He straightened his hair, the cigarette bobbing in the corner of his mouth as he turned around. Last thing you saw was his broad back disappearing into the crowd.

What about Daddy Cool

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haflacky · 5 months

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Sam and Bucky morning routine

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sunflowersoldat · 2 years

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Bring You Home Master List

Y/N travels back in time to get Steve’s help for one last mission, but not everything goes as planned.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader, Winter soldier x reader, 40's Bucky x reader

Series warnings : bad language words, light smut, violence, death. Read the chapter warnings :)

Main Master List

Bucky Barnes Master List

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Nightmares

Before we go

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11 (ending)

Damage control

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justkending · 11 months

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Finding Memories. Chapter 28.

Series Summary: Waking up with little to no memory of her past, and being saved by a group of individuals who call themselves heroes, sends a long time captive for a whirlwind trying to find some form of grounding in this world she quickly learns runs on chaos. But she’s not the only one trying to figure out her forgotten backstory. Bucky Barnes, along with the other Avengers, can’t help but sense that there is a lot more to the whole situation than a diagnosis of amnesia. Her background slowly starts to come forward in pieces of her past and hidden information discovered. Who is she? And why was she in the room they were meant to destroy?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Reader

Word Count: 2900+

TW: Torture, cussing, gore, PTSD, triggers.

A/N (PLEASE READ!!!) : This is the last chapter friends... I truly was not expecting to take this story the way I did, but I think it’ll all be worth it with my surprise that will be coming soon. I also would like to acknowledge my best friends who let me read this to them and get ideas flowing and spark new journeys for these characters. They have helped me keep this story on track for both me and for those who read it. I will be making an announcement hopefully soon for the next series I’m going to start working on that will be in coordination with this storyline, but I can’t say more than that ;) I love you all and thank you for sticking with me for this story. As always, I love seeing what all you got from this and any perspectives you would like to share. Here’s to more stories to come! XOXOXO

Chapter 28:

She knew Bucky had understood what her plan was, but his looked showed his clear objection to it. She made the shield in front of him soundproof after that because if she heard any more of his screams, she knew she wouldn't be able to do what she needed. She would fold if she even looked in Bucky's direction.

Harrow was looking around him in the few seconds he had been unprotected now. He was looking for anything to make him feel safer, but he knew it wouldn't be in the cards.

"I get it now," Y/N said to him and he looked at her slowly. He was defeated, but he was too cocky of a man to show it. "Why you're so desperate." She spits the last words like the insult it was.

He didn't give her any reaction besides a tight jaw and a tense stance.

"You tried to recreate me, but you couldn't work out the flaws..."

She said through her teeth, fighting back the anger that was pushing to break out of her and take control. But she wanted to drag this out as much as she could.

She motioned her hand to where the teenager continued to lay unconscious but never looked away from him.

"It's pathetic really," she collected herself some and brought her other hand out to pull Harrow closer to him, and in a snap, he was a mere 2 feet in front of her and his fear was no longer hidden. "You had me on a platter for years, and you still couldn't put a formula together. Can you really call yourself a scientist after that?"

Her nose twitched as the anger built up at what she had come to all because of a selfish low-life that was now powerless in front of her. And she didn't even have the time to enjoy the pain she was capable of returning to him.

He had yet to say a word. He was completely motionless in the hold she had on him and she could feel the fear that was coursing through him.

"Just imagine. Everything you're feeling is nothing compared to what you've done to others," she squeezed her hand that was keeping her hold on him and he grunted in pain as his chest tightened.

A part of her wanted to continue the pain, but what would separate herself from him if she did that?

A breeze came through and it was like a small part of the real world was trying to ground her again and it worked. She cleared her mind of the rage that was taking over and threw him to the ground with a force that would keep him there.

"But unfortunately we live in a world where there are worse monsters out there than you... And all the powerless will never stop coming for the powerful, no matter how idiotic of a plan that may be." She turned slowly to him and stood over him. "But no one else will get the chance to finish what you started. Your work was pointless and all for nothing, and you're going to live a long and imprisoned life knowing that."

Though the fear in him still burned strong, she saw how her comment changed the script.

She was going to let him live, but someone else would have to be sacrificed for her words to be true.

"No," he mumbled, knowing where she was going. "You can't. You wouldn't." He stammered and his eyes grew.

"No one will ever have access to the power you did. Not in this lifetime at least," she said softly, yet definitely.

"You do it and you lose everything," he said attempting to scramble to his feet, but she pushed him back down with her powers.

"As long as I live... As long as I am who I am, having everything will never be an option for me." She turned her head sideways as a tear slipped down her cheek. "And it's monsters like you that will always make sure that's the case."

She turned to look behind her.

In the bubble she had created, Tony and Nat were tending to an unconscious Wanda. Tony scanned her body with his suit and she could see the breath of relief on their faces knowing she was just unconscious for the time being. Steve was in the comms calling for backup, while in between them and Bucky.

Bucky was at the border watching every part of their interaction even if he couldn't hear it.

She gave him a sad smile and mouthed an "I'm sorry" to him before turning back to Harrow.

"You'll get what you deserve. They'll make sure of it," she nodded slightly behind her. "As for me? You'll never have the chance."

She heard him blood-curdling shout in protest, but nothing would come out of it as she had already made the choice.

Her hands connected and she every ounce of power she could create in her hands was thrust into her chest.

She wasn't immortal. She never was. No matter the attempts she had taken when scared and alone, she never was able to complete the job. But now she knew. The only person who could truly kill her before her healing powers saved her, was herself.

The amount of power that had been directed into her heart wouldn't take long to finish the job.

She knew what she was doing and she knew why she was doing it. And she was also at peace with her choice.

The next shout she heard wasn't from Harrow in front of her. The hit she took rendered the shield she had put to keep Bucky and the rest of the team from going back on her choice had collapsed and he was in a full sprint to her.

She lay on the ground in slight pain, but her peace outweighed it all.

"No, no, no," Bucky skidded to her side and pulled her up trying to get her to a normal position. "You're ok. You'll be ok," he mumbled to himself, and she could see the tears losing the fight to hold back. "Steve! Nat! Help!"

The others were already running that way, Tony staying behind to keep an eye on Wanda as she began snapping out of Y/N's spell little by little.

They had all seen what happened. It was hard not to look when Bucky was screaming on the other side begging her to not do what she would inevitably do.

Steve was the first by their side, but once Nat showed up, she nodded for him to take care of Harrow.

The older gentleman was in shock sitting halfway up on the ground at his artwork being destroyed in a way there was no coming back for it. Steve quickly pulled him up harshly and held his hands behind his back as he spoke into his earpiece for backup and in talk of a reinforced cell for the man.

Bucky was still talking to himself going through every form of first-aid he knew out loud for what step to take next.

Y/N grabbed his hand in the hysteria and placed it softly on her heart and smiled up at him weakly as she lay in his lap.

"Please," she said softly, not having a lot of energy for more. "It's ok."

"It's not ok. You're not ok," he said frantically in a cry as he looked over her and examined for any kind of physical injury he could fix. "This wasn't supposed to happen."

"Hey," she turned her head back to her. "Don't let these last few moments be sad ones."

"Don't say that," he was angered at where her mind was going even if he knew she was already there. Even if he knew deep down there was no alternate version of this moment.

"Bucky, in another life, I got to savor the love I've experienced here. In this life, I at least know I got to make this choice. That's something I never thought I would be given the chance to do again."

Each sentence was said with a grimace as the pain got stronger, but she wanted to make sure that some part of her decision was understood.

Bucky had taken in her words and he knew in the end, he would have to accept that this was her choice. But damn her for not letting him in on it until it was too late! He could have come up with another solution. They could have come up with another solution!

His lip trembled as he lost the fight of keeping his tears at bay.

She brought her hand up to his face and placed it delicately on his cheek and he brought his own hand up to keep it there. Gently, she wiped his tear with the pad of her thumb and looked up at him with a frail breath.

"I'm sorry," she said with her own tears marking her cheeks. She turned to Nat who was standing on the side crying too. "I'm sorry that this is the way it had to be," she looked between them.

Bucky wanted to argue. He wanted to yell and scream at her for being selfish, but he knew it was the exact opposite scenario.

He took her hand from his cheek and clasped his own around it before bringing it to his chest and holding it there as she looked up at him losing more and more of the light inside.

"It's ok," he eventually said even if he didn't believe it himself. "We could never be mad at you, Y/N."

She smiled knowing he wasn't ok, but he didn't want their last few moments to be filled with anger and regret.

"You're a hero, Y/N," Nat nodded, squatting down beside her and brushing her hair out of her face some. "You can rest now."

The faint ghost of a smile was on her lips, but she was fading and fading fast. She looked back at Bucky one more time and used every last drop of energy she had left to send him her peace.

Her hand connected to his heart sent a pulse of the last feeling she felt and it broke him.

She was gone and the last thing she had done on this earth was tell Bucky everything she never got the chance to in that last touch.

From her reasoning, to her love for those around her, and the gratitude she felt for the team that protected her through and through.

It was overwhelming and with her lying limp in his arms, he instantly pulled her body into his and began letting out all the sadness he held in sobs in the spot between her neck and shoulder.

Nat came around and placed a hand on his shoulder while she mourned quietly herself.

Steve looked where he was holding Harrow and Nat shared a soft shake of her head showing the deed was done. She was not coming back this time.

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The funeral was beautiful. In the two weeks and four days they had known her, they had created a simple sending-off in a way they felt would do her justice.

Tony had ordered bouquets of flowers that she had declared her favorite after so many walks around the compound; tulips, peonies, and forget-me-nots all accompanied by many other flowers that accented them well.

They did a send-off away from the compound in a quiet and quaint lake house Stark owned. It was simple and a moment of silence was shared as they took in the loss together and shared some memories they each had of her short time with them.

They had got back in the last hour, and Bucky was currently standing in her old room leaning with his hands clasped over the balcony ledge as he watched the gardeners create a new plot of the garden Tony was putting in honor of her.

He was still wearing the same clothes he had to the funeral, a black dress shirt under a black sports coat and black slacks.

He was so far in his own thoughts he didn't hear Wanda come behind him and place herself next to him on the balcony.

He turned to her for a second before looking back at the gardeners in front of them. A few minutes of peaceful silence passed before she spoke up.

"I, uh," she took in a deep breath before waving her hand and pulling something out of thin air practically and handing it to him. "I have something for you that I think will help."

He stood up straighter and turned to her.

"In her journey to learn more about herself, I helped her start a playlist of songs she liked." She passed him a vinyl in a green blank sleeve. "I have it on my phone too, but I know you prefer records if you can have them that way, so I made one up for you."

He took it like it was gold itself and looked at her with big eyes.

"We all kinda had a helping hand in the kind of songs she ended up choosing, and I think it makes it all the more special," Wanda smiled sadly as he took it out gently and spun it from one side to the other in his hands. "It helps me feel like she's right there when I listen to them and I figured that would be something you need as well."

Bucky carefully put it back in the sleeve and looked at it one more time before delicately putting it on the patio table and then engulfing Wanda in a tight and needy hug.

Wanda returned the urgency of the hug and they tightly held each other in comfort until they felt they got what they needed from it.

"I know we didn't know her long, but..." he stopped not really knowing what to follow that with.

"It hurts just the same as if we had known her for 10 years," Wanda finished for him. "And somehow that still doesn't do the memory of her justice."

Bucky nodded and his mind went to all the places of the things she deserved and should have been given the time to experience, but was ultimately asked to sacrifice.

"I know," Wanda mumbled, seeing where his mind went and knowing that place all too well. "I sometimes think about what her life would have been like too if she was given the chance at normalcy. But sometimes the bravest are chosen to make the hardest choices. Either way..."

"It was her choice," Bucky said, looking in the room where she once resided.

Wanda nodded and looked at him as shifted back to his thoughts.

"I'll be in my room if you need me," she nodded patting his shoulder after a bit and walking to the door. "Oh, and the first song on the B side. Something tells me you may know it," she smiled before really leaving.

Bucky watched as she shut the door behind her and he looked back at the patio table where the record sat.

He walked over and picked it back up and stared at it not knowing what to expect, but not sure when he would be ready to learn what it held.

He looked back at the garden and watched as the workers pointed and instructed each other on the layout they were asked to do. He realized he wouldn't be able to hold off. He missed her a lot and he needed something to remind him of happier times.

As soon as he was in his room, he walked over and placed the vinyl on the record player, and sat in the chair next to it as it scratched the divots until it approached the first song.

And on the first note, he couldn't help the smirk that pulled at his lip. He leaned back in the chair and leaned on one side as he brought his hand over his mouth and he listened to the beginnings of one of his favorites.

It was a song that he had told her he learned from Sam. One he put on a face and said it was, "Ok" towards Sam just to keep his ego in check, when in reality he truly loved every part of it.

It came out in the 60s around the civil rights movement, but something in it struck Bucky's old 40s heart. He couldn't lie in saying Sam Cooke knew what he was doing. It was a song of freedom to come and hope even when things looked rough and it feels like the world is constantly pushing you to your knees no matter how hard you push on. A symbol that a needed change was going to come at some point.

He showed Y/N the song pretty soon after they bonded and she sat taking in every word as he watched her lightly tap her foot to the slow beat.

He hadn't even realized a tear has slipped until he felt it on his hand and he closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair as he took in the song in a new way.

A way that made the peace she had passed onto him in her last moments all the more significant and meaningful.

Please don’t hate me for this twist as everything will work out, I promise! (This version of Bucky will return in the next series ;)

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viperchick47 · 11 months

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The Solider, Winter and Her

Rated: M 18+ readers

Paring: WinterSolider!Bucky x reader (female)

Chapter 3 Warning: slight unwanted advances, description of blood, Dark!Winter (All these are at the beginning of the chapter and summary of this part has been made so you can skip if you wish)

Tag list (open for 18+ ONLY): @cjand10

Small preview below cut, since a chapter snippet was posted last night.

"There's another voice in my head. It's like I know it, like it's a part of me but… but not me." Winter looks at the ground, too nervous to look at your eyes. "I don't hear it much but when I do, I don't know, it feels like what it says is right."

You decide to finally move and sit next to him and keep a hand on his left leg. "When do you hear it the most?"

"Around you, whenever I think you're in danger or know you have been hurt. Whenever I think about you too much-" Winter places his metal hand on yours before looking at you. "which is most of the time."

"How long have you heard it?"

"About… four or five months consecutively now, but I think I have since I first heard your voice before I began training you."

"So… almost two years?"

"Yes…" Winter gripped your hand lightly before sighing. "There's more. There are flashes I see sometimes, I don't really know what of though. Sometimes it's like I see myself in a uniform surrounded by others in similar ones. Some are more like I'm watching a fight happen. Woods, inside a bunker on fire… The worst is like I'm watching myself fall…"

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mrs-bucky-barnes106 · 8 months

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I like your name but I think you’re gonna need to give it over!

I’m joking of course but I do LOVE your name, I picked 73 in my name because it’s my lucky number, is it the same for you?

hehe i picked 106 bc that's bucky's age in tfatws :)

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anotherweirdgirl · 1 year

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Today I was humiliated.

I accidently forgot to log into my fangirl tiktok account and commented I love you so much pls take my arm on bucky's crying edit and all of my siblings saw it

I regret nothing but still help 😭

#sebastian stan #buckybarnes #manyoulookinggood #seb seb #tfatws #wintersoldier #falcon and winter solider series #Publicly humiliated

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attachedead · 2 years

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Rewatching the falcon and the winter soldier

Just because = Free Therapy

#falcon and winter solider series #the falcon and the winter soldier #winter soldier #buckybarnes #sambucky

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urdepressedslut · 10 months

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You’re Mine, Sunshine

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite?

♡ Warnings: mentions of amputation, light angst, hints to violence, mentions of death, bucky being a grumpy man

Part 2

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!AU Bodyguard!AU

“Mr. Barnes, your résumé so far is quite impressive.” Pierce acknowledged with a slow nod.

Bucky of course had a trained eye, but the glares that were not so subtly sent his way by the big boss— were intimidating. He wasn’t scared, no. He simply respected this man’s power. Bucky knew better than to get on the bad side of someone like Pierce.

“Says here you’re an amputee?” Pierce asked so bluntly, and he noticed Bucky’s eyes squint slightly. “Sorry, if I’m overstepping but nothing will be overlooked.”

“It’s not a problem, sir.” Bucky assured him. “Yes, I lost my left arm during a mission way back.”

Pierce furrowed his brows.

“Mission? I take it you used to be an agent of some sort.” He assumed.

Bucky nodded.

“Hm, very good. Continue.” He waved him on.

“I had some surgical procedures— and now I have a prosthetic.”

Bucky lifted his left arm, rolling his sleeve slightly up to expose the metal to the boss. Pierce hummed impressively, taking in the intricate designs on the metal.

“I can assure you that me having a prosthetic will not be an issue— my arm is made out of only the strongest metal. Bullet proof, in fact.” He added, hoping it would further impress the boss, proving just how perfect for the job he was.

It wasn’t his dream to be a bodyguard, actually it was quite a low in his career— if you asked him. He had fallen out of his previous steady job, due to some complications. He had the experience of being a bodyguard— just not for only one person. It would be a weird change for him, but he was willing to take on the challenge. Also, the pay was nice.

Pierce hummed again, the information that his prosthetic arm was bullet proof— only satisfying him more.

“Like I said, impressive Mr. Barnes. But this is an extremely important task. My only daughter, who must be protected at all costs.” Pierce trailed off, expression growing serious. “It’s been a hard adjustment since the passing of my wife, my daughter is all I have left.”

Bucky nodded in understanding, knowing what it was like to lose loved ones. In fact, that wound was still fresh on him.

“If I allow you to take on this role, you are to swear to yourself that you will do whatever it takes to keep her alive— no matter what.” Pierce spoke loudly, his voice orotund.

Bucky in the back of his mind thought about his choice of words. ‘If I allow you.’ Bucky respected this man, but he had to hold back the scoff that threatened to escape his lips at his statement.

“Do you think you’re ready for that?” Pierce challenged, and suddenly it wasn’t about his daughter at all. It was a man challenging another man, a task that he deemed impossible.

His metal hand behind his back whirred in annoyance. After all that fluffing his head up, complimenting his training. It was clear Pierce thought so little of him, and at that— it made Bucky wanna take the job even more. Just to prove him wrong.

“Yes sir.” Bucky promised, shaking Pierces hand in a firm— slightly aggressive shake.

Pierce smiled, dropping Bucky’s résumé on his desk. Getting himself comfortable, he sat on the edge of the front of the desk, crossing his arms.

“Now, let’s go through what is to be expected.” He started, Bucky nodded for him to continue. “You are to be with her at all times, except for when you sleep. You do sleep right?”

Bucky let the scoff escape this time, but it wasn’t as aggressive as he wanted it to be.

“I’ve got a metal arm, but I’m still human sir.”

Pierce chuckled to himself, and Bucky wanted to roll his eyes. This man thinks he’s so funny.

“Right. You must never let her leave your sight, if she wants to see her friends— you’ll be seeing them with her. Not that it’s going to be an issue, I don’t think she has many friends… or any.” The boss shrugged, seemingly unconcerned about his daughter.

Bucky nodded, taking everything in.

“You are going to be staying with her in the safe house… well— she thinks it’s just a house but the area is guarded with my men.” He shrugged again. “I’m a successful man and with that comes enemies, people who look for my weaknesses. You know that.”

Bucky gave a tight lipped smile, Pierce so far sounding like a father of the year.

“Now, about my daughter. Her name is (Y/n) (Y/L/n), and she is a handful.” Pierce stated frustratedly. “She’s rude, ungrateful, nasty— and just overall extremely difficult.”

Bucky furrowed his brows, rethinking his decision to be a bodyguard for this girl. Fucking lovely.

“You can now understand why I’m paying you the offered amount. It’s only fair to you, Mr. Barnes. Truthfully, I can’t deal with her anymore. I love her, and she’s my daughter but… It just doesn’t work out with me. I’m a busy man— I don’t have time for brats.” Pierce spat, straightening up and heading back around his desk.

Bucky had already been creating this mental image of you, so far you sounded like a witch. He was not at all ready to be dealing with you 24/7.

“Doesn’t sound like a problem boss, I’m happy to be protecting your daughter. Nobody will lay a hair on her head, I swear on my life.” Bucky promised again, bowing his head slightly.

“Oh I know. If anything happens to her and I find out you were slacking even by an inch… well you’re a smart man, I’m sure you can figure it out.” Pierce warned, and Bucky swallowed at the mere intimidation that laced his voice.

But he would not back down to this challenge, which is how he saw this— not a job.

“That will be all Mr. Barnes, (Y/n) is around here somewhere. Find her and take her home.” He told Bucky, putting on his glasses— focusing on his paperwork.

“Yes sir.”

Bucky nodded and turned to exit the room. He was so confused with the interaction. You’d think someone who hires a bodyguard for their daughter would know where their daughter is. The way he spoke about you was off putting. Bucky didn’t even know you, but it felt wrong to hear someone talk so little about you. What did he know anyway— apparently you were a monster.

He made his way through the building with a swift walk, needing to fulfill his duties and find you quickly. He was on the third floor, about to hit the button to the elevator when he saw a young lady. Despite him wanting to find you all on his own, he got her attention.

“Excuse me,” He waved to her with a fake smile, “Do you know where I can find (Y/n) (Y/L/n)?”

The lady smiled and took Bucky by surprise by laughing. His fake smile vanished immediately, his eyes squinting in a annoyed expression.

“That would be me!” You exclaimed with a warm smile.

Bucky’s eyes widened and he thought for a second he was being fucked with, but after you stayed smiling at him, being as patient as ever— he knew you weren’t joking.

“Uh right… Your dad is Pierce?” He asked hesitantly, keeping his guard up. Still thinking someone was messing with him— testing him.

You nodded slowly, giving him a curious expression. Your smile never wavering.

“Yes, and you are?” You asked so politely.

Bucky shouldn’t of been as shocked as he was but truthfully, he was expecting a demon spawn of a person. Red eyes, withered flowers left in your path, a literal storm cloud floating over you— but you looked so normal. So sweet and pretty. Your hair smelled so strongly of strawberry shampoo, he could catch the scent from his spot. Your voice was like honey, the sound soothing.

He was confused as to why your father thought so wrongly of you. He had too many questions.

He cleared his throat, straightening himself now that he believed you were who he was looking for.

“(Y/n), my name is Mr. Barnes— I’ve been hired as your personal bodyguard.” He informed you, watching the corners of your mouth falter slightly.

“Oh, did my Father hire you?” You asked politely.

“Yes ma’am.”

You nodded your head, attempting to keep a smile on your face. But you couldn’t help the distaste for being given a bodyguard. You knew it was only for the sole purpose, that your Father didn’t want to care for you anymore. He wanted nothing to do with you. That fact was enough to make your nose start to burn, but you held yourself together— not wanting to break down in front of this new guy.

Bucky watched you take in the information, the way you took a deep breath, almost controlling yourself before you spoke again.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Barnes. I’m sure we’re going to be great friends.” You told him.

Bucky shook his head, an annoyed expression etching his face.

“Ma’am, I think we should keep things professional. I have been hired as your bodyguard. Let me do my job, and you can continue with your day as usual. You won’t even know I’m here half the time.” He explained rather harshly.

You seemed taken aback, his words hurting you more than they should’ve. You were lonely, and you thought you’d be able to get a friend out of this situation. Even if he was being hired to hang around you. Luck didn’t seem to be on your side as he told you off. The burning felt stronger in your nose, and you took another deep breath.

Bucky only felt bad for a second, but he was quickly snapping back to reality. It was his life on the line to protect you, and if Bucky was anything— it was that he was good at doing his job. This was business, not playtime.

“I’m here to take you home. Are you ready?” He asked you.

You relaxed your quick beating heart, not even having time to speak with your Father. Not that he’d want to anyway. So much had changed since your Mother passed, you had yet to heal those wounds.

You nodded with a weaker smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes. If Bucky had noticed your sudden mood change, he didn’t mention it— instead guiding you outside.

He opened the door to the car that was waiting outside for you, climbing in himself after you were settled.

He started driving to your place, with the help of the car telling him directions.

Meanwhile you gazed out the window, watching the buildings pass by. You forced yourself to keep a small smile on your face, hoping you’d convince yourself that the gesture was genuine if you did it long enough.

Bucky glanced back at you through the rear view mirror from time to time, watching you look out the window. He was still trying to come to terms with how polite you were, how completely opposite you were to your Fathers description.

On one hand it was a relief that he didn’t have to deal with the devil. On the other hand… he was anxious to see where this job would lead him.

A/N: I don’t know what is wrong with me, but suddenly I had this urge to write a bodyguard!bucky fic. let’s be honest, we are all slut’s for bodyguard!bucky 😭 I’m also a whore for the trope grumpy x sunshine 🥰🥴 let me know what you think— this is all word vomit.

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deliciousangelfestival · 2 months

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Underworld Insomnia || 1 - B.Barnes

Character : Bucky × Psychiatrist Female!Reader

Summary: As a ruthless contract killer, Bucky is feared in the underworld of criminals. His opponents freeze when they see him, as he is feared among them. However, they don't know that he could be warm to only one person: his pshychiatrist. The only person who could make him fall asleep.

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In the world of secret societies for underground criminals, there's a secret place for criminals to stay, a shop for criminals to buy their weapons, basically, criminals live like normal people but they can only go to places that are built for criminals.

That's the rule.

There's also a particular psychiatrist for criminals only. Since many of the criminals have demons in their minds.

For this job, Dr. Ben is the only person the criminals could go to and ask for advice and medicine so they could go to sleep. Most of them can sleep.

But the only person who has trouble is Bucky Barnes.

His name is enough to make everyone in the underworld shiver. His eyes are enough to make his opponents freeze.

Bucky is their answer if anyone wants a job done without any mistakes.

With the money from the job he finished, he could have a comfortable life for generations. But he doesn't need it because all he wants right now is to sleep.

"I tried what you told me. Work out until I'm tired, learn something new, clean all my weapons, upgrade my car, renovate my house with bulletproofing, sex," Bucky said while he lay on the couch, looking at the ceiling.

Dr. Ben kept writing while listening to his patient.

"I even went to pottery class, baking class, painting class, and sex," Bucky counted on his fingers.

"Still. Nothing works. I still can't sleep. It's been 7 years," Bucky said.

Dr. Ben, who kept writing, replied, "Yeah, you have mentioned sex multiple times."

"White noise, pink noise. In the end, I smashed the Bluetooth speaker. None of your methods work," Bucky said as he sat up and glared at Dr. Ben.

Dr. Ben adjusted his reading glasses. He remained calm, probably one of the few people not afraid even though Bucky was angry.

He clicked his pen and put the report on the table.

"Do you want to try reading fairy tale books?" Dr. Ben asked.

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose. "Are you joking with me?"

Dr. Ben replied, "Most of you people have a shitty childhood. Have shitty parents. Perhaps deep down, your kind wants something related to fulfilling your inner child."

Bucky exclaimed, "Woah, doctor, calm down. You're brutally honest here." He sighed, because he knew this method will failed like the rest. "Fine. I'll try." Then he lay back on the couch and closed his eyes.

Dr. Ben picked a children's book and started to read, he flipped through the pages, and began to read aloud, "Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a brave little mouse named Timothy."

"Timothy was no ordinary mouse," Dr. Ben continued, "for he possessed a heart as courageous as a lion and a determination that could move mountains."

"Stop. Stop. It's so weird listening to you. Get someone else," Bucky interrupted, feeling uncomfortable.

Dr. Ben closed the book. "I'll get my apprentice."

Bucky raised an eyebrow. "You've got a new one?" He knew that none of Dr. Ben's employees stayed that long, given the fear of criminals who kept coming for therapy.

Dr. Ben adjusted his glasses. "She could tame Bruce Banner; I think she could do the same to you."

Bucky rolled his eyes. "Fine."

Dr. Ben got up from his seat and opened his office door. "Y/N, help me for a bit," he called out.

Bucky heard a melodious voice respond, "Yes?"

The door swung open, revealing a woman with a confident stride and a calm demeanor. She had striking eyes that seemed to hold a depth of understanding, framed by a cascade of dark hair that fell gracefully around her shoulders.

Her posture exuded poise and assurance, hinting at a quiet strength within. She carried herself in professional attire with an air of authority, yet there was warmth in her expression as she met Bucky's gaze.

As you approach your boss, he suddenly puts a children's book in your hand.

You look at him, puzzled. "Huh?"

Dr. Ben pointed at Bucky and explained, "This person can't sleep for years. So I want to see if reading a children's story could make him fall asleep."

Bucky huffs in frustration. As a top assassin in the underworld, it's humiliating if he can only fall asleep with a children's book. "Just do it."

You flinch, knowing the man in front of you is dangerous.

Dr. Ben pats your shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry, he's just cranky. I'll be here too. I need to see if it's working or not."

"Okay," you respond, then sit in the chair near Bucky's couch.

Before opening the book, you can't help but notice the tattoos on his neck and hands.

"Are you done staring?" Bucky asks, irritation evident in his voice.

"Oh, right, I'm sorry," you apologize quickly. "I'll start reading. Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there lived a brave little mouse named Timothy. Timothy was no ordinary mouse, for he possessed a heart as courageous as a lion and a determination that could move mountains."

As you continue reading, Bucky listens intently, his eyes focused on the ceiling as he tries to relax.

"Despite his small size," you continue, "Timothy dreamed of embarking on great adventures and proving himself to be the bravest mouse in all the land."

Bucky's tense expression begins to soften slightly as he listens to the soothing cadence of your voice.

"One day," you narrate, "a fierce dragon threatened the kingdom, causing panic among the inhabitants. But Timothy, undeterred by the danger, volunteered to confront the dragon and save his home."

Bucky's breathing starts to slow down as he gets engrossed in the tale, his earlier restlessness fading away.

"With unwavering courage," you go on, "Timothy faced the dragon, armed only with his wits and determination. And through his bravery and quick thinking, he managed to outsmart the fearsome beast and bring peace back to the kingdom."

As you reach the end of the story, Bucky's eyes grow heavy, and he finally begins to drift off to sleep, a sense of calm settling over him.

Dr. Ben watches silently, nodding in approval as he sees the story's effect on Bucky. It seems that, perhaps, there is power in the simplest of tales to soothe even the most troubled minds.

Bucky's eyes felt heavy. The childish story and your calm voice made him feel relaxed. Your voice seemed more effective than white noise in soothing his troubled mind. As he listened, the tension in his muscles gradually melted away, replaced by a sense of peace and tranquility.

Then Bucky opened his eyes, only to realize he wasn't in the same place in Dr. Ben's office anymore. He found himself on a bed inside an unknown room. Panic surged through him.

Had he been kidnapped?

It would bring shame to his name as the feared killer if true.

As he processed his surroundings, Bucky's hand instinctively went for his knife, ready to defend himself. But soon, he recognized the familiar surroundings of Dr. Ben's building. Relief washed over him, though he remained on edge.

A door creaked open, causing Bucky to tense, his grip tightening on the knife. But to his surprise, it was just Dr. Ben.

"Did you have a good sleep?" Dr. Ben asked calmly.

Bucky clicked his tongue in annoyance and massaged his shoulder. "No. Your methods didn't work. I'm still tired."

"Well, that's natural since you've been asleep for three days," Dr. Ben replied matter-of-factly.

Three days?!

He can't believe it, since he has only been able to sleep for one hour each night for the past seven years. Bucky's eyes widened in disbelief as he checked his phone, seeing the date and numerous missed calls and unread messages.

"It worked?" he muttered, incredulous. He had been able to sleep and hadn't even realized it.

Bucky's amazement lingered as he realized that he had slept for three whole days without even being aware of it. It was a stark contrast to the years of insomnia he had endured, struggling to find even a moment of rest.

The tension that had plagued his body for so long began to ebb away, replaced by a newfound sense of calmness and clarity. He couldn't deny the relief that washed over him, knowing that perhaps, just perhaps, there was hope for him yet.

Then, there was a knock on the door. It was you.

"How is he, doctor? Is he still asleep?" you asked, but you gasped when Bucky's intense gaze met yours.

Was he angry? Did he blame you for making him sleep for three days?

"Y/N, is it?" Bucky inquired.

You responded groggily, "Yes?"

Bucky got on his knees, his right hand resting on his left chest and his left hand reaching for you. He looked at you earnestly and asked, "Will you work for me?"

You were taken aback, as was Dr. Ben. Bucky's unexpected gesture felt like it could lead to a significant misunderstanding, resembling a proposal rather than a job offer.

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chxrrybcmbs · 5 months

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Gimme Shelter: Part Three

70s gangster bucky barnes x fem!reader au. Warnings: mature themes, drug use, alcohol, guns, blood, violence.

Warning: mild smut, 18+ only, read at your own risk.

Note: I do not give permission for my work to copied or translated anywhere else but this blog.

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Sam and Steve were at Bucky's side not long after you left. Bucky had his hands gripping the chrome railing, his eyes scanning the crowd of revelers.

"Does Lang know?" He asked.

"Yeah, I told him. He just asked not to make a mess of the place. If it gets ugly it goes outside." Steve replied.

Bucky pushed himself off the railing and turned to face his partners.

"I don't plan on getting ugly, that's what he wants. He's trying to rile me up so I make a fool of myself." Bucky cocked a hip as he considered which hand to play. He rubbed his jaw with his left hand.

"What's the move, boss man?" Sam crossed his arms over his chest. Bucky looked to him then to Steve.

"He wants me to look weak in front of my clients. Coming for Y/N directly, he knows my weakness and that's not good. We need to get info on his and exploit it immediately." Bucky spoke.

"I can have Tasha get on it." Steve added. Bucky nodded,

"Go tell her and have her bring Y/N back out."

Steve and Sam looked at him confused.

"But you just said she's your weakness?" Sam questioned.

"I know but shoving her in the back makes me look scared and I'm not giving him the satisfaction. From now on, Y/N is with me 24/7. As long as I keep her in my sight he can't do anything." Bucky explained.

"I'll go get them." Steve jogged down the stairs and made a B line for the back office.

"Sam, call Clint and tell him to get his ass down here ASAP."

Sam nodded and moved to leave when Bucky stopped him,

"After that call Logan. I need more muscle."

"On it." Sam left and Bucky turned back to look out at the dance floor. Everything was normal, the party was going smoothly. Nothing seemed amiss. His meeting with Lang went well and they planned to continue doing business with each other. Lang also promised to push new clients Bucky's way. This whole mess with Stark was going to be snuffed out like a candle flame. He'd be sorry he ever came to town.

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Steve came to retrieve you and Natasha, simply saying Bucky changed his mind and wanted you with him. You quickly darted from the room not bothering to listen to whatever Steve was telling Natasha. Bucky wanted you and that's all you cared about.

You found him sitting in the VIP lounge, legs spread wide and his arms resting on the back of the seat. He smiled slyly as he saw you approaching.

"Come here, baby." He patted his lap and you eagerly obliged. He brought his left arm to wrap around your waist while he started nuzzling your neck.

"What changed your mind?" You asked, reveling in his touch.

"No one can keep you safe better than me." He breathed against your skin and you felt chills ripple through your body.

"I'm not gonna let some bozo try to separate us. You're staying with me no matter what." He continued, looking up at you. His blue eyes were dark with lust and you knew he'd have no qualms throwing you back on the lounge for the whole club to see. It would be a display of power to any and all who tried to intimidate him.

"Does that mean I get to come with you everywhere?" You wondered, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. He smiled, your noses brushing against each other.

"Everywhere. I'm not letting you out of my sight." Both his hands were off the seat now, one holding your thigh and the other resting on the back of your neck.

You couldn't hide the smile spreading across your face. You'd wanted nothing more than for him to let you in just a little bit more than he already did. Of course, the situation wasn't ideal and you knew this was a protective measure but it still made you happy.

"Why don't we take this party home?" You flirted, dragging your index finger down from the tip of his chin to his chest. You knew he was making a show of sitting like a king on his throne, that this Stark fellow was watching somehow and Bucky was making sure he saw how much he didn't care. Like a spider to the fly, he wanted Stark to make a bigger move before he showed his true hand.

"You know I can't refuse you." Bucky kissed you quick and gave your thigh a squeeze before letting you go.

"You're such a liar." You giggle, he has refused you plenty of times before except when you dangled sex in the air like a dog bone or insisted so hard he couldn't say no. Bucky chuckled,

"But you love me anyways." He squeezed your ass as you stood up.

"You bet your ass I do." You took his hand and led him down out of the VIP section.

Bucky had the valet bring his car around and he tipped the young boy extra. Perhaps guilt for accosting the poor waiter earlier.

"Did you tell the others we left?" You asked as he sat in the drivers side.

"I saw Sam on the way out, they know." He replied. "Now the only business I wanna discuss is what I'm gonna do to you when we get back." He winked and you felt the goosebumps rise up on your arms.

Back at the penthouse, Bucky barely locked the door behind him before his hands were on you. His lips melded with yours and your own hands reached up to grip his long hair. He shuffled you backwards toward the bedroom. He pulled the straps of your dress of your shoulders, it fell down to your hips baring your breasts to him. You kicked the rest off, leaving you in nothing but panties.

You broke away from kissing him to help him shed his clothes. You ripped his shirt open and ran your hands down his muscled abdomen as he undid his belt. You pulled at the waistline of his slacks, teasing ever so slightly.

"Enough of that." In a swift motion he scooped you up and tossed you back onto the bed. He crawled on top of you, kissing you roughly from your lips down your body. You let out breathy moans of pleasure and reached down to unbutton his slacks. You need him now, the playfulness at the club was enough to have you rearing to go. It took a lot of strength not to make him stop the car and fuck him right there in the drivers seat. But you were patient and now it was time.

Bucky kicked off his slacks and reached back down to pull your panties down before pulling down his own underwear. You pulled him back down to press your lips together in a greedy, desperate kiss. As you held him there you felt him enter you softly at first, then his thrusts became stronger and stronger.

Your hands clawed down his back, moans and gasps of ecstasy escaping your mouths. You looked into his eyes as he hovered above you, wild and ragged. This was a love you'd never find again and didn't want to. You'd never give him up, come hell or high water, and you saw that reflected in his eyes.

With a fervent kiss, and screams of pleasure you reached the end. Bucky flopped onto his back beside you, chest heaving and slick with sweat. You let a moment of silence pass between you. Listening to the sound of each others breathing start to steady. You turned onto your side to face and him and he did the same.

"You know I love you, right?" He said, his blue eyes now a calm sea.

"Of course I know. I love you too." You replied.

"I want you to know that no matter what, I will always love you. Till the very end and even then I'll still love you."

You giggled,

"What's this all about? You high on sex?" You joked. He grinned and let out a chuckle,

"Maybe a little but I mean it."

"I know. You don't have to tell me."

"I do. Just in case." The grin disappeared from his face and you felt a nervous tinge in your chest.

"James, don't talk like that." You rarely used his full name but this was a conversation you didn't like.

"For my own selfish reasons I just want to make sure you know. That's all. I'm not made of steel." He continued.

"I know you aren't and I appreciate the reminder but this feels an awful lot like a man who's certain death is knocking on his door and he's afraid." You retorted. You knew this business was risky and his life was constantly on the line but he never talked to you this way before and it was scaring you.

He looked at you softly, smiling.

"Fear of death is not my issue." He said. "I'm sorry for ruining the night with this, I just-" He paused and reached his hand out to caress your hair.

"You didn't ruin the night, but you will if you keep it up." You sassed and he grinned.

"Come here." He beckoned, and you snuggled up against him, resting your head on his chest. His arms wrapped around you and it didn't take long for you to fall asleep enveloped in his warmth.

You didn't know what time it was when you heard the knock on the door and felt Bucky leave the bed. You sat up and turned on the bedside lamp, rubbing your eyes. There were muffled voices coming from the living room, a moment later Bucky came back into the room.

"What's wrong?" You mumbled, your eyes still adjusting to the light. Bucky ran a hand through his hair,

"Nat's missing."

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bartonsarcheryacademy · 6 months

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I did a little Halloween thing 💜🏹👻

It's cute, features kiddo Barton and cool uncle Tony lol

#marvel #hawkeye #fanfiction #ao3 #clintbarton #buckybarnes #kid clint Barton #little Hawk series #halloween story

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sunflowersoldat · 2 years

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The Ones Left Behind - Aftermath

Summary: Steve left. The man you thought loved you unconditionally left you for a woman he kissed once over a hundred years ago. Now you're left to pickup the pieces, but you aren't the only one he abandoned.

A/N: This technically takes place after my Series Man Out Of Time, but you don't have to read that series to understand this one.

Pairing: (past relationship) Steve x reader, Bucky x reader.

Series warnings: talks of PTSD, future SMUT, violence, language.

This Chapter warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption and unconscious self harm.

Word count: 2.2k

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You didn’t move from your spot on the floor as you stared at the door, the deep red wine stain leading down to the broken glass.

You wanted to hate him, but you couldn’t, and it burned, your heart forever branded by his presence in your life.

You dozed off again.

You woke to the sound of your phone notifications going crazy, you reached for it, silencing it before tossing it into your bag. You stood, grabbing the trash can, dragging it towards the door. After cleaning up the glass, you took a towel and cleaned up the wine and the vibrant stain it left behind.

You looked around your empty apartment, this certainly wasn’t your house on the ranch, you missed it dearly, missed Clyde and Fenris. The fresh outdoor air, and the future you had planned for you and Steve, your heart ached at the thought. You picked up the second bottle of wine, situating yourself in front of the window, you watched the sun begin to set over the city.

The door to your apartment unlocked, creaking open quietly, and softly clicking shut. You heard a bag drop onto the floor,

“Buck? I see you are putting your key to good use…” you lifted the bottle of wine, “Sorry I started without you… well almost finished without you too.” you laughed softly.

Bucky didn’t answer you; he was just silent. You could feel his eyes on you as you dropped your head.

“Is it done? D-did h-he…” your voice trailed off; tears began to fill your eyes. “Who am I kidding, of course he did…”

You stopped speaking as warm arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you from the ground, placing you onto the bar. Bucky turned you towards him slowly, your eyes met his… only they weren’t Bucky’s.

“S-Steve?!”

His ocean eyes were glued to yours, a soft smile on his lips as his head rested against yours, “Hey sweetheart…”

You couldn’t believe your eyes, he had left, you told him to. You reached up placing a hand on either side of his face, you studied him. He looked worn and tired, the silent tears streaming down your cheeks. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Steve settled himself between your legs, his hand coming up to caress your face, wiping the tears from your cheeks. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, “Princess… I could never leave you. After everything we have been through… I couldn’t do that to you.”

You squeezed him tightly, afraid if you didn’t, he would disappear from your grasp. Praying this wasn’t just a fever dream.

“But you said… What about Peggy?” your voice a soft whisper.

He pulled himself from your grasp, picking you up bridal style, walking towards the door. “Come on sweetheart, let’s go home.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he dangled the ranch house keys in front of your face, “You didn’t think I would actually let you sell that place, did you?”

You laughed lightly, “It was always meant for you… a place to have peace Steve…”

He pressed his forehead to yours as he picked up your bag slinging it over his shoulder, “It was meant for us Princess… Now let’s get home, we have a lot of time to make up for.”

He pressed a deep kiss to your lips before walking out the apartment door---

You startled awake, a hard surface against your back, your apartment pitch black, not even the lights from the city filtering in the windows like they normally did. Something wasn’t right.

Planting your hands on the ground, a sharp pain sliced through your hand, instantly recoiling, you felt the warmth of blood coating your hand. Reaching behind you, you felt your way up the wall, finding the light switch, flipping it on.

You were momentarily blinded by the sudden brightness, but as your eyes adjusted, a pit took anchor in your stomach. Your entire apartment was destroyed.

No.

Obliterated.

You clenched your fists at your sides as you looked to the windows, they were barricaded, covered with anything and everything you could find, not an ounce of light from outside filtered in. As for the rest of your apartment, well, it reminded you of Avenger’s Tower after the fight with Ultron’s bots. Shattered glass lay all over the floor, furniture and decorations littered the space, flipped on their sides, or upside-down.

You groaned as you carefully walked into the kitchen, running the warm water over your hand, reaching for the alcohol under the sink, you poured it over the gash in your palm. The stinging sensation causing your hand to tingle, after cleaning it, you reached for the first aid kit under the sink, rummaging through it to procure bandages. As you wrapped your hand, your fingers traced over the scars on your knuckles, a memory flickering in the back of your mind of a rainy night not too long ago. The feel of the tree bark tearing at your flesh, followed by a sad brunet’s bright blue eyes full of concern and rough fingertips softly tying your bandages.

You blinked, pulling yourself from the memory, gripping the counter tightly, you willed the memories to bury themselves back in the darkest pits of your consciousness. Taking a deep steadying breath, you released the counter, clearing your windows of their makeshift barricades, and setting your furniture up-right, lastly you picked up the glass, careful not to gouge yourself again.

You sighed, the apartment was still a disaster, but the rest could wait until morning, you stepped back into the kitchen, your empty bottle of wine mocking you on the counter. Scoffing, you grabbed it and the others, popping the tops off them, you turned the neck of the bottle downward in the sink. You watched as the deep red liquid sloshed down the drain. One by one each bottle emptied, you picked them up dropping them into the trash, if you continued to drink like this, you would need a new apartment. As the last bottle clattered into the trash, you flicked off the light, and a knock sounded through your apartment. Your head whipping to the door, padding towards it, you checked the time on the stove, 1:17am. Shaking your head, you cracked the door peeking out,

“Bucky? What’s goin on? Are you alright?”

You opened the door a little more to get a better look at him, he looked worse for wear, his still shoulder length hair disheveled, eyes dark and red rimmed, his chest rising and falling unevenly as he leaned against your door jamb. Your eyes furrowed, stepping back and opening the door so he could walk in, gesturing to the couch.

You and Bucky weren’t the closest, but when you were on the run with Steve, you had the chance to get to know him a little better in Wakanda, and in the few weeks you had after everyone came back from the second snap. You both cared for each other, you found solace, a kindred spirit of sorts. So, when he showed up on your doorstep, looking like he just came back from a war, you understood, he still fought wars in his mind, his memories still flooding back to him, haunting him.

You softly closed the door, bolting it, and walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, before walking into the living room to settle down on the couch next to him, handing him the glass. As he lifted it to his lips, you grabbed the freshly folded blanket on the back of the couch, wrapping the two of you in it,

“You wanna talk about it?” your voice barely a whisper.

All he could do was shake his head, his crystal eyes meeting yours briefly, the horrors they had witnessed, you could only imagine, but they held a sadness you knew all too well. You nodded in understanding, resting your head on his shoulder, letting your eyes flutter shut. After a few minutes, his head rested against yours, his breathing becoming even. You forced yourself awake; you were not sleeping on your couch tonight. Rising to your feet, you took Bucky’s hands in yours.

He hesitated for a moment before following you, as you entered your room, he began to protest, your name falling from his lips, the exhaustion and brokenness nearly palpable. You crawled onto your bed, rolling down the covers, before standing again, venturing to the dresser inside your closet. You grabbed a pair of men’s sweats from the bottom drawer, you stared at them for a long moment , but you swallowed the lump that threatened your throat, walking back out into the bedroom.

Bucky was still standing where you left him, shaking your head, you grabbed his hands, placing the sweats into them, you gestured to the bathroom,

“Get changed, you aren’t sleeping on my couch.” Your brows were raised, but your tone was solid, there wasn’t any room for rebuttal.

“Peach…”

You shook your head, “No, don’t ‘Peach’ me James Buchanan Barnes.”

He sighed, shaking his head as he disappeared into your bathroom, closing the door, you flicked the light in your room off, crawling into your bed, the soft yellow light peeking out from around the door, becoming a beacon as the door swung open. Bucky stepped out, sweats sitting low on his waist, the deep ‘V’ of his muscles trailing below the waistband. They were tighter on him than they had been on Steve; they hadn’t been baggy on him by any means, you just didn’t realize how much bigger Bucky was than him.

You rolled the covers back down so he could climb in, but he stopped just short of the bed, frozen in place looking down on you, “Peach, the couch is…”

“Shut up and lay down. I refuse to sleep on my couch when there is a perfectly good bed right here.”

“But…”

“And I am not leaving you by yourself. So, get comfortable.”

He swallowed, nodding as he placed his clothes in the chair by the door, he walked to the other side of the bed, you held the covers open as he slid in. The cold sheets are already absorbing his body heat, warming you down into your bones. You gave him a couple of minutes before turning over, back facing him, as you instinctually scooted closer, casually cuddling against him.

You dozed off, as his arm draped across your middle, securing you tightly against him, you smiled to yourself, as the two of you drifted off to sleep. He just needed to feel safe.

You awoke shortly after in panic, at Bucky’s strangled cries. You flipped over, searching the room, to find it empty, your eyes settled on Bucky, who was still asleep. His eyes still closed as he thrashed next to you, his labored breathing and sweat slicked his face and chest. A nightmare. You recognized the symptoms because you had to soothe Steve through them as well. You had lost count of how many times you had gently woken him from his hellish memories. You imagined Bucky’s were worse, having been tortured and forced to do unimaginable things for so long.

Your heart ached for him as you reached for his face, delicately caressing his cheek,

“Bucky?” you whispered softly.

You gave him a light shake with your other hand,

“Buck?!” you whispered again, panic seeping into your tone.

His eyes flew open as he bolted straight up in the bed, his chest heaving as his eyes settled on yours, but they didn’t see you, the panic and sheer agony in them made you want to wrap your arms around him. You brought yourself up, sitting next to him, you placed a hand on his chest,

“Hey. It’s okay, you are here, not there. You’re with me, focus on me.” You spoke softly, trying to soothe his nerves.

Slowly, so very slowly, he returned to himself, the recognition lighting in his eyes as the nightmare released its hold on him. He blinked hazily, his breathing slowing. You hated this part, the aftermath of what they had become, all the decisions they had to live with. The pain you could see in his eyes, mirrored the pain you had seen so many times before in Steve’s, all you wanted to do was help, but you didn’t know how.

You caressed his cheek softly, repeating,

“It’s okay. You are Bucky, you aren’t him. You aren’t him.”

His eyes closed slowly, as he leaned toward you, his head resting against yours, you closed your eyes, your hand moving to the back of his neck to trace soothing circles as you waited for him to fully calm down.

“I’m sorry, Peach. I didn’t mean to… I can’t…”

You brought your hand to his cheek again, his eyes meeting yours, you shook your head softly, “You don’t have anything to apologize for Bucky. I understand, it isn’t your fault…”

“They don’t stop Peach, they don’t--” he sighed as you eased the two of you back into the covers, laying his head near your chest, you curled around him. Shushing him quietly as your hand carded through his soft long locks. His eyes drifted closed as you whispered reassurances to him, your own eyes sliding shut.

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All These Years [Part 18: "A Series of Firsts"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

[You can find the full series summary and masterlist of installments for All These Years here.]

Warnings/tags: 18+ for this series; contains emotional hurt with no comfort until the final installments, angst, pining, friends to lovers, slowburn, and eventually smut [Comfort now exists in this series!!]

Word Count: 4k

a/n: This is a SWEET installment!!! I have tortured y'all enough and I now present to you lovely readers a very enjoyable ATY Matty. From here on out comfort should outweigh the slight bit of angst that lingers in this series. Enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!

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It felt strange walking the streets that somehow felt both familiar but not as the snow fell down in a flurry of white, fluffy flakes around you. A strong, bitter gust of wind blew past you down the sidewalk as you made your way and you pulled your coat a bit tighter around yourself, tucking your chin into the scarf you were wearing as a chill ran down your spine.

LA had certainly made you forget just how cold the New York winters really could be.

Your flight to New York had gotten in around three this afternoon and you’d spent your time once you'd left the airport checking into the hotel that you were staying at in Hell’s Kitchen. You’d taken a brief nap in your room, tired from the long flight, before grabbing something quick for dinner. Now you were on your way to meet Foggy, Karen, and Matt at Josie’s for drinks tonight since they’d finally finished work.

Your stomach was churning and rolling with nervous excitement the closer you got to the bar, and when the neon sign finally came into view, you wondered if Matt was inside already. You wondered if he’d picked up on your heartbeat outside a while ago; he’d once told you that he could hear familiar heartbeats from a significant distance, singling them out. That thought had yours beating a little erratically on your walk.

You were incredibly nervous to see Matt tonight. Because tonight would be the first time you’d ever been around him after having learned the truth that he returned the feelings you had for him. You didn’t know what to expect or how you should even act around him this evening. Did you flirt or just act like your usual self? The fact that the pair of you would have an audience with Karen and Foggy didn’t help with the situation either–or your nerves.

Your boots crunched over the salt on the sidewalk as you finally came upon the entrance to Josie’s. Pulling your hand out of the warmth of your coat pocket, you reached out and opened the door. The heat and noise of the bar instantly hit you as you stepped inside, a smile slipping onto your lips at the sight of Josie waving at you behind the counter. Removing the hat from your head, you managed a brief wave in return before a chorus of excited shouts drew your attention immediately to your right.

All three of your friends were crowded around their usual table in varying disheveled states of their work attire. They were cheering and smiling, beers raised in their hands towards you as you stood there in surprise, your eyes taking in the sight of them. Though inevitably your gaze landed on Matt sitting at the table and you quickly noticed the empty seat beside him.

For a moment all you could do was stand there and stare at Matt, your feet rooted to the sticky bar floor as your hands nervously twisted the knitted winter hat in them. Your eyes lingered on him as he set his beer on the table, gradually rising to his feet with a vibrant smile on his face, his covered gaze very clearly focused solely on you. Heat crept up your neck under the weight of his intense focus, another sudden rush of nerves filling you.

He looked good, somehow even better in the months since you'd last seen him. The slight pull of the buttons on his dress shirt certainly wasn't helping your racing pulse, either. Neither was the sight of his exposed muscular forearms with the way his shirt sleeves were often rolled up, or the way his dress pants clung just right as he stood to his feet.

How in the hell were you supposed to make it through the night without passing out? This was Matthew Murdock, the best friend you'd been in love with for years . He was absolutely beautiful. You were certain one teasing, flirtatious comment out of those beautiful lips of his directed at you would have you on the floor.

Sucking in a deep breath, you nervously headed over to their table on trembling legs. All three of them had risen from their chairs and were making their way over to greet you, but Foggy had practically catapulted around the table. He nearly slammed into you with a bear hug, crushing you as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You laughed as you hugged him back.

"Goddamn eight months is a long time," Foggy complained when he finally released you. "You cannot go that long without seeing me again!"

"Yeah," you agreed. "It definitely was a long time, Fog. I missed being back here."

Karen bumped her hip into Foggy, pushing him out of the way so she could draw you in for a hug next. You quickly returned it, more nervous butterflies fluttering in your stomach as she shot you a knowing look when she pulled away.

"Missed seeing you in Josie’s," she told you. "It always felt weird without you here."

The moment Karen stepped back, your focus shifted to Matt just to your left. He almost looked nervous as he approached you, your heart flying up into your throat. He said your name softly, the smile never leaving his lips as he gradually closed the space between the pair of you.

His arms carefully encircled your shoulders, almost as if he wasn't sure of how he should act, either. Chewing the inside of your cheek, your own arms timidly slipped their way around Matt's waist, your hands cautiously landing on his back. You felt Matt's mouth beside your ear and a shiver ran down your spine.

"I missed this," he whispered.

Your eyes instantly closed at his words, arms tightening around him at the sound of his voice. In turn, Matt's own arms held you a bit more firmly to the front of himself as you buried your face into his shoulder, gradually relaxing into him.

"I did, too," you whispered back, voice muffled by his dress shirt.

"It's good to have you back in Hell’s Kitchen," he told you.

Both of you held on to each other for a few moments longer, a smile drawn wide across your mouth as your fingers pressed into his back, trying to hold onto him somehow tighter. You didn't want to let him go, not after having gone without him eight long months. You felt the eventual prickle of tears in your eyes building the longer you held onto him, the dampness forming from a combination of extreme joy at finally seeing Matt again– touching him–mixed with the knowledge that you definitely would not be ready to say goodbye again in a few days.

Pressing your lips together, you reluctantly broke away from Matt, unburying your face from his shoulder as your arms gradually dropped back to your sides. And it didn't escape your notice that it took Matt a few seconds longer to release you from his hold, slowly pulling away from you. Though you stood entirely still and in complete shock when one of his hands slid its way up from your shoulders all the way to your cheek, his thumb tenderly stroking back and forth along your skin. Shyly you held his covered gaze, heat burning your cheeks at that charming smile on his mouth as he touched you in a way that felt so far from friendly. Matt’s smile only seemed to grow the further you flushed, your right hand nervously tightening around the hat in your hand.

Foggy loudly cleared his throat beside you, the sound breaking through the moment between you and Matt. Your eyes quickly darted away from him and landed on your two friends, Matt's hand inevitably falling from your cheek and back to his side. Both Foggy and Karen were shooting you wide, excited grins. Feeling a little embarrassed they’d just witnessed that, your bottom lip slipped between your teeth as you tried to fight down the growing nerves in your stomach.

"Why don't we sit and catch up?" Foggy suggested, gesturing to the chair that had been empty beside Matt’s. "We already grabbed you a beer.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, nodding lightly. “That uh, that sounds good.”

The four of you headed back towards the table, your cheeks still burning a bit as you slid the chair out beside the one Matt was settling back down into. You noticed how he’d slid his just a bit closer towards yours, and that only had your stomach twisting more nervously as you set your hat down on the table. When you sat down in the chair, Foggy pushed a beer along the table towards you.

“Thanks, Fog,” you said, smiling at him.

Accepting the beer from his hand, you saw Matt’s attention on you out of the corner of your eye. He was still wearing that charming smile, directing it solely at you. In fact, he was completely focused on just you. That level of attention from him had your heart speeding up a little, your tongue slipping out to wet your lips. It didn’t matter that the pair of you had steadily been flirting more and more over your phone calls back and forth to each other these past few weeks before you’d finally flown out to New York, having Matthew Murdock’s sole focus on just you for once was suddenly making it damn near impossible to breathe.

You were definitely going to have a hard time adjusting to him being like this with you.

Clearing your throat, you tried to ignore the fluttering of your stomach. “How were things at the office today?” you asked, glancing between the three of them.

“A bit busy,” Karen answered. “There was an influx of new clients this afternoon.”

“And thank God for you stopping in after your classes,” Foggy added to Karen. “I don’t think we’d have made it through the rest of the day without your help.”

“Yeah, Matt mentioned you guys had been busy lately,” you said, picking up your beer.

“Oh yeah?” Foggy asked, a teasing smile on his face that had your beer pausing midway to your lips. “You both been talking a lot, have you?”

Heart giving a little lurch, your eyes darted towards Matt just to your left. A faint smirk slipped onto his lips as his hand came up, adjusting his glasses along the bridge of his nose. Your eyes lingered on his fingers for a moment as if you were in a trance, watching their movements as your beer still hovered just before your lips. His head shifted a little more towards you when his hand lowered back to the table and you almost forgot to breathe. His smirk only grew wider.

“How was your flight?” Matt asked.

Blinking hard a few times you glanced away, finally bringing the bottle to your lips. You took a big drink hoping the alcohol would help to somewhat calm your nerves before you answered.

“It was good, just really long,” you told him. “I’m still trying to readjust to the few hours time difference.”

“Jetlagged?” Karen asked.

“Yeah,” you said with a nod. “And I’m also trying to adjust to how cold it is right now.”

Foggy let out a sigh, shaking his head in faux disappointment at you across the table. “You go to LA for not even a year and you suddenly can’t handle the snow? Have you turned into Matt now?” He gestured a thumb at Matt beside him which only had Matt abruptly frowning. “Cause this guy still bitches that he’s freezing every goddamn day. It’s like the walk to Jerome Hall with him all over again when he gets to the office every morning. Always so grumpy.”

“I hate the cold, Fog,” Matt said, his attention shifting to Foggy. “You know that.”

“Yeah, I do,” Foggy agreed. “I’ve only heard you tell me that about a million times now.”

“Does he still bury his face in a scarf?” you asked, grinning at the memories flashing through your mind. “Like he did all those times I met you guys at the dining hall?”

“Mhmm,” Karen hummed out. “Wraps it all the way up to his nose.”

You tried to stifle the laugh as you chanced a glance at Matt. He was smiling at you now, though, the frown entirely missing from his face. The laughter died on your lips almost immediately at the sight–he truly was incredibly handsome.

“I seem to remember someone always being really clumsy on the ice,” Matt teased.

Your eyes went wide as you heard Foggy burst into a laugh. Playfully your hand reached out, swatting Matt’s arm as his smile only broadened.

“I didn’t fall that often!” you countered.

Matt’s smile turned smug as he grabbed his beer, raising it from the table. “Because I usually caught you before you did,” he pointed out.

You opened your mouth, about to respond, but then you stopped. Brows furrowing deeply together, you quickly replayed the memories in your mind of the times you’d walked back from the bar or the dining hall or one of the restaurants nearby campus when you’d been out with Matt and Foggy. Your eyes narrowed as you recalled multiple different occasions you’d been walking beside Matt, your foot slipping on a patch of ice before Matt’s hand darted out to catch your arm.

“Didn’t realize that, did you?” Matt asked, his voice breaking through your thoughts.

“No,” you whispered, glancing up at him. “I didn’t.”

Something incredibly strange happened in that moment–Matt’s smile suddenly turned shy as he ducked his head, focusing on the table. His fingers began twirling the beer bottle in front of himself almost nervously.

“Ever since you fell that time when we were leaving the bar and you–you hurt your wrist–” Matt began softly, gesturing a hand towards your left wrist, “–I always paid attention to your footing when there was ice. I didn’t want you to get hurt again. Because I remembered how much you said it hurt trying to type on keyboards all day for your programming courses after that.”

“Oh,” you whispered, eyes darting down towards your wrist. “I had no idea.”

Under the table, you felt Karen's foot nudge yours. Looking over your shoulder at her, you saw the bright smile on her face as she waggled her blonde brows at you. Movement across the table quickly caught your eye and your head turned, catching Foggy clasping his hands in something like mock prayer as he looked up at the ceiling of Josie’s, muttering ‘thank you’ repeatedly under his breath.

“Do you mind if I walk you back to your hotel after this?” Matt asked.

His voice yet again caught your attention, your head shifting back towards him. That shy look remained on his face, his dark brows raised a little above his glasses.

“Just, you know, to make sure you don’t trip on any patches of ice?” he added.

A warm, tingling feeling rushed through you at his words, your eyes openly staring at his lips as he’d spoken. For a moment you wondered what you’d have to do to feel them on yours tonight, because at this point you’d do just about anything.

“I’d like that,” you answered softly.

Nervously chewing the inside of your cheek, you walked with an arm looped through Matt’s, your hand clutching the wool of his coat as the pair of you made your way back towards your hotel in companionable silence. He’d folded up his cane and put it into his jacket pocket before you’d both begun the walk to your hotel which was only a couple of blocks from Josie’s. But when his free hand suddenly came up and landed atop the hand you were holding onto him with, you instantly startled at the touch.

“Your hand is freezing,” Matt observed.

“Yours is warm,” you blurted.

Matt chuckled lightly, his hand wrapping over the top of yours more fully and shielding it from the chilly night air. A slight giddiness rippled through you at the gesture, especially considering how much you knew Matt hated the cold himself. And not only that, but this walk with Matt back to your hotel felt vastly different than every other time you’d ever walked anywhere with him before. Different than any time he’d ever walked you back to your dorm at Columbia. It almost felt romantic–intimate, even. Which was definitely a first between the two of you.

“I’m really glad you came out to visit,” Matt told you. “Hell’s Kitchen really hasn’t been the same with you gone. And Karen was right, it always felt strange going to Josie’s and not having you there.”

“Well it–it always felt weird spending my days without seeing you,” you confessed, your eyes focused on the sidewalk as you both walked. “I mean I know after graduation it wasn’t like I saw you all the time but…it felt weird going months without hearing your voice. And not–not getting to see you every once and awhile.”

“I wanted to see you more often,” Matt admitted, his head turning over his shoulder towards you. “After graduation, I mean. I wished I could’ve seen you every day. Wished that I could’ve–” he stopped mid-sentence, letting his unfinished thought hang in the air before he shook his head. “I’m just–just glad you’re here right now. Though I wish it wasn’t just for a few days.”

You hung your head, a sad smile pulling at your lips. Your trip to Hell’s Kitchen was only four days long–not even if you actually counted the days you’d had to fly in and fly back. Truthfully it wasn’t long enough.

“I wish I could stay longer, too,” you whispered.

“I know Karen said you have a brunch planned tomorrow with her,” Matt began, “and I know that tomorrow night we’re all getting together back at Josie’s again, but would you…maybe like to grab coffee with me? Tomorrow morning?”

You glanced up at Matt from beneath your lashes, spotting the hopeful look on his face as he continued to focus on you in return. Your heart gave a little jolt in your chest at the sight.

“As in, like a…” your voice trailed off as nerves once again swirled in your stomach.

“A date, yes,” Matt confirmed. “Would you like to grab coffee with me tomorrow morning? As our first date?”

Inhaling a shaky breath, you nodded slowly. “Yes,” you answered.

Behind his glasses, Matt’s face visibly lit up. You could almost feel the warmth radiating from him. He abruptly came to a stop on the sidewalk, pulling you to one along with him. In one swift movement, he’d placed both of his hands gently on your hips, turning and guiding you backwards until your back was lightly pressed to the building that was now behind you. Matt stood before you, blocking you from the view of foot traffic as he smiled softly back at you.

“And Sunday night,” he continued, one hand rising up to very gently cup your cheek. “Can I take you to dinner Sunday night for our second?”

Lips parting, you stood there momentarily stunned as you stared back at him. In the silence that followed, you saw the white plumes of your breath mingle with his in the incredibly small space between the pair of you, your heart beating faster in your chest. He was so close to you now; you couldn’t help it when your gaze inevitably dropped down to his lips yet again this evening. Almost as if he’d known, the corners of his mouth curved ever faintly upwards.

“Yes,” you whispered.

Matt’s smile grew wider at your response, his other hand releasing your hip to reach up and remove his glasses from his face. One-handedly he folded them, slipping them into his jacket pocket as he gazed warmly back down at you, the view of his handsome face no longer obstructed. He took another step towards you, ever so slowly closing the distance between the pair of you. Your breath caught in your throat, your heart somehow hammering even faster in your chest as Matt’s hand slid down your cheek, his fingers lightly gripping your chin and tilting your face up towards his.

“And what about right now?” Matt asked, his voice hardly above a whisper. He leaned in even closer to you, his face barely a couple of inches away as his eyes fixed downward on your lips. “Can I kiss you right now?”

The warmth of his breath washed over your lips with each of his exhales and the sensation quickly had you growing lightheaded. Your own eyes were still focused on his mouth, that very same mouth you’d seen kiss countless other women over the years. The one that had flirted with so many others. The mouth that you’d spent years dreaming about, wondering how it would feel if he ever pressed it to yours. Wondering how soft those plush lips of his would actually be and if he was as great of a kisser as you’d unfortunately had to overhear countless times before.

Never in your life did you ever think that mouth would kiss yours.

“Yes,” you barely breathed out.

Matt’s thumb slid upwards, the pad of it brushing so lightly over your lips that you’d almost not felt it. You swallowed hard, a slight shudder running down your spine that had absolutely nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with Matthew Murdock. You saw his eyelids flutter close before his nose gently nudged yours, his fingers under your chin only further coaxing your mouth up towards his.

His lips had barely ghosted along yours–just the lightest of touches–before both of your hands flew out and landed on Matt’s chest. The moment his lips met yours more fully for a second time, your fingers curled tight around his wool coat, fisting the material roughly as you held on to him, your knees suddenly growing weak. Eyelids closing shut, you kissed him back more fervently than you’d have ever thought you’d have the nerve to do.

Matt’s fingers soon released your chin, his hand making its way to cradle the back of your head as he stepped completely into you, carefully pushing you further into the brick wall behind you. Both of your hands released their tight grip on his coat, making their way up to wrap one after the other around his neck, pulling him tighter into you and deepening the kiss. Matt’s mouth only moved more enthusiastically against your own in response, his hand tightening its grip in your hair as his other arm snaked its way around your waist, drawing you in flush to the front of himself with a faint grunt against your mouth.

As he kissed you, Matt held onto you like he had no intention of ever letting you go, his fingers roughly digging into your lower back even through your thick layers. His warm, soft lips were a distinct contrast to the cold as they continued to meet yours over and over, and the sharp, gasping breaths escaping from both of your mouths between kisses quickly filled your ears. With the way he was kissing you, you’d entirely forgotten about the fact that you were in public, standing on a sidewalk pressed against a building and openly making out with him. All you could think about was Matt and the way his mouth was making you feel.

For years you had often wondered if kissing Matt would feel like everything you’d ever thought it would, but tonight you’d finally learned that it felt like so much more.

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