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Bucky Barnes NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

•Bucky loves aftercare!

•He loves taking care of you, even when you're exhausted and all you want to do is have him pass out with you he insists on making you drink water and you letting him clean you up

•He'll often turn on your favorite movie and let that be the sound you fall asleep to while he rubs your back, finally allowing himself to sleep too once you were lightly snoring

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

•His favorite body part of his is his arms, despite the hate he has for his metal arm, you have also helped him learn to love it (to an extent) as he knew how excited it made you when he fucked you on his metal fingers or wrapped them around your throat

•His favorite body part of yours is your ass, one of his absolute favorite ways to fuck you is to hoist you up with his hands squeezing your ass, an action that makes you even more horny when thinking about how strong your soldier is

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disgusting person)

•He had never really gotten blowjobs before meeting you however it has quickly become his favorite thing to do to you, fucking your throat before coming on your face or tits

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

•If he has to Masterbate he prefers to do it with his metal hand, it feels as if someone else is the one doing it which always feels better than his own hand

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

•Some

•Bucky wasn't a virgin by any means but he wasn't a man whore either. He had had a few girlfriends in his life that he had slept with but he was also a gentleman who wouldn't pressure girls into fucking him

•Once he became the Winter Soldier he didn't have sex for a very long time and after Wakanda he still wasn't all that great with women, until he met you and his awkwardness was almost charming

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

•You had showed Bucky many new things, him usually only having been with a girl in missionary however his favorite position now is having you ride him, whether it's his cock or his face he doesn't care

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

•He can be incredibly serious, especially after you once again risk your life on a mission and he's desperate to feel you

•However that's not all the time. Most of the time he loves to play with you, tease you

•Goofy may not be quite the right word but he is not always serious

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

•He doesn't allow it to get unruly, at least not in this time period, but he is a fairly hairy guy

•Before the war and Hydra however, grooming wasn't something he did down there, he kept it clean, not necessarily tidy

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

•He used to be a huge romantic and it took him a while to get back into the groove of it

•Times change and so do, it seems, things women find romantic but you are an old soul. After talking to you about things you find romantic he figured it out again quickly

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

•Only when one of you is on a mission, when you're there he doesn't see the point now that your relationship has become as serious as it has, although when you were just dating he felt like he was jacking himself raw with how often he needed to get off

•Although you had helped him on a few missions over the phone, he doesn't think that really counts but you assure him it does

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

•He'd never really done it before the war but he'd found when researching this new world full of way more acceptance towards sex that he had a bit of a thing for Primal Play, he loved chasing you especially

•He didn't really see this as a kink but you weren't quite convinced when he bought you a dress, the kind of dress that hadn't been worn in like 80 years, but it turned him on and brought him back to a happier time so you were more than happy to wear it for him

L = Location (Favorite places to do the deed)

•James Barnes had always been a risk taker when it came to sex, he's happy to fuck you anywhere

•His favorite place being Tony's lab when no one was around and he convinced FRIDAY to turn off the cameras to put your mind at ease

•His favorite thing is when you sneak into the meeting room before everyone and hide under the table, he denies it and pretends to be angry but you know he loves the surprise blowjobs you give him

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

•He spent 70 years without so much as touching himself, watching you make a sandwich turns him on

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

•Anything to do with piss play

•Blood play is a big no-no, he doesn't like the idea of causing you any kind of pain

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

•Like most men receiving will always be his favorite

•He'd never given oral before the war however when you brought up the subject he wasn't against it in any way, you knew he would try just about anything for you and once he tried it you could barely pull him off of you, he would eat you until you passed out

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

•He could do slow and romantic when it was a special occasion or when you were feeling needy but more often than not he would be fucking the shit out of you, he loved the noises you made when he went hard

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

•He's always down for a quickie, before a meeting, before a mission...on a mission...

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

•He is happy to fuck you just about anywhere and even more happy to eat you anywhere

•He would lay you over anything, anywhere just to bury his face in your cunt

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

•Supersoldier

•Is there anything else that needs to be said?

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

•He was against them for quite a while until he came home from a mission to find you playing with a vibrator, the noises it caused you to make, some of them he had never heard from you before…he didn't like that, he made you teach him about every toy you had and even researched more on his own to buy for you

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

•Bucky has to be in a certain mood to tease you, when he is it'll go on for hours but more than anything he would rather make you cum as many times as possible

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

•When he fucks you he grunts and moans, sometimes even growls

•The only time he really gets loud is when you wrap those pretty lips he loves so much around his cock, then everyone would know exactly what you're doing

W = Wild Card (Get a random Headcanon for the character of your choice)

•One thing Bucky loves is seeing that peaceful look on your face while you're asleep, and you're such a deep sleeper how can he be expected to resist

•You had talked about it before when he realized he wanted to do it (as he would never do anything without your permission) and you had given him express permission, since then he's been fucking you in your sleep every chance he gets

•The relaxed and peaceful look on your face just did something to him, he would rock into you calmly, kiss your cheeks and lips, sometimes over your eyelids and nothing helped him fall asleep better than that

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

•He admitted to you once the serum did something for his cock just as it had for his other muscles, he had grown from what he assumed was about 5 inches to 8 and gained quite a bit of thickness

•He stretched you out so good you couldn't imagine ever wanting anything other than his cock again, in fact you had insisted he make you a dildo shaped just like him

•(He was getting it for you for your birthday next month, as soon and he figured out exactly how it works, the instructions are misleading...maybe he'll ask Steve for help, at least he's get a laugh out of the look on his best friends face)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

•He could go for hours if you wanted him to

•After about 6 rounds with him you usually had to tap out (or pass out) but he always knew he could go a bit more once you fell asleep

Z = ZZZ (... how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

•He stays up for quite some time after cleaning you up, sometimes fucking you again but usually just watching you sleep, it made him happy to see that peaceful look on your face without a stress or worry in the world

•When you didn't pass out however he enjoyed cleaning you up, getting you a drink and putting on a movie, rubbing your back until you did finally drift off

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mymoonagedaydream · 1 year

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Part 2

Pairing: Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Language

Author’s Note: This was intended to be a one-part story but the lovely response it got on AO3 has prompted me to make it a series. I now have a ten-page word document of plot in bullet points to get through so, enjoy!

Am I writing two series simultaneously? Yes. Has this ever worked out for me in the past? No.

Part 1

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You stood in front of the mirror, squinting at the small, circular scar that sat a few inches left of your belly button. It had healed remarkably well in the few weeks you’d been home. You tilted your head slightly, musing that if it weren’t for the weird, lightning-esque burn marks that sprouted from it in every direction, you probably would’ve been able to pass it off as a birthmark. You just shrugged at your reflection, turned and hopped in the shower.

Readjusting to normal life had been difficult, the hardest part being figuring out exactly what ‘normal’ meant now. The city was still littered with various memorials and floral tributes, some fresh, some neglected; any noise louder than a car horn made every pedestrian in the street flinch and shake with terror; new charities for people who’d lost homes and businesses were canvassing on the streets constantly while tabloid journalists spent their days trying desperately to weed out and expose the numerous scammers amongst them.

Thankfully, though, the biggest inconvenience you’d experienced so far was the messed up subway timetables due to various tunnels caving in. Despite your injury, you felt like you’d gotten away lightly- missing the immediate aftermath was a blessing that not many in the city were afforded.

Unfortunately, your good luck stopped there. You’d barely heard from Bucky at all and you hadn’t seen him in person since he dropped you off at your place all those weeks ago. It was understandable, the whole fucking world was now obsessed with “The Avengers” and he was caught up in the eye of that storm, but you couldn’t help feeling a bit like you’d been abandoned. After everything the two of you had been through, it was really hurtful that he’d stayed away for so long.

After making yourself presentable and pulling on your work uniform, you left your apartment, giving a wide berth to the bulldozer working on one of the many potholes in the sidewalk. You wandered onto the subway and managed to find a seat opposite two well-groomed guys in suits, both reading from the same newspaper. They definitely weren’t siblings, they looked nothing alike, but were they a couple? You stared for a few seconds. Their thighs were touching, but that was nothing remarkable on the cramped subway cars, especially now there were half as many services as usual. Both were wearing wedding bands, but they were different colours. This was a tough one.

You smiled to yourself, remembering how god-awful Bucky was at this game. Even after hours of playing it at the window he’d never guess right. One time you saw what was very clearly an elderly mother with her son, probably heading to some kind of special family function judging by their outfits, and he outright refused to accept that they weren’t a couple. None of your watertight evidence could sway him. You pulled a muscle in your stomach laughing, he just muttered something under his breath about how age wasn’t everything in a relationship.

You shook off the daydream and lazily wandered your gaze down to the front page of the newspaper. An audible gasp escaped your lips when you read the headline, drawing the attention of the few commuters in the car without headphones. It read:

Earth’s Mightiest Heroes?

“Avengers” injured in botched overseas operation

Without thinking you leant forward and snatched the paper, rapidly flicking through the pages to find the full article. There was no real information in there, which you should have anticipated- they’d obviously just received a leak comprised of a single sentence and milked it for every dime it was worth. One word did catch your attention, however. Stark. If he had any information on Bucky then, so help you god, you’d get it out of him.

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Standing in front of Stark Tower, the righteous confidence you’d felt so strongly on that subway car was starting to waver a little. The confrontation had gone remarkably well in your head but now you were starting to realise how stupidly fucking naive it was to think you’d even get an audience with the guy who owns this place. He probably wasn't even in.

You took a deep breath and pushed open the door, doing your very best to look nonchalant in front of the armed security guards while hurrying over to the front desk. The receptionist was staring at his monitor and typing furiously. You cleared your throat, but he didn’t look up. Looking around, you noticed an old-fashioned call bell sitting on the counter- probably an ironic gift from a colleague, maybe for secret Santa. You hit it. He winced and threw out his hand to silence it.

‘How can I help?’

‘I need to talk to Tony Stark.’

He laughed. 'Do you have an appointment?'

'No, but it's urgent.' An unconvinced eyebrow was raised in your direction. ‘It’s about James Barnes.’

‘What about him?’

‘I know him.’

‘So does the rest of the world, sweetie.’

You rubbed your forehead, trying to collect your thoughts. ‘Look, I was with him after the attack, I got hurt and he helped. I’m his friend. Can you tell Stark that, please? I need to know if he’s alright.’

You could feel tears welling in your eyes as you spoke. The receptionist conceded, picking up the phone and waving you over to the seating area, probably figuring it’d be easier to get rid of you with a firm no from up high. He waited in silence for a minute or so before speaking into the receiver in a tone too hushed for you to hear. He frowned, gave you a very confused glance, and whispered again. Then he hung up.

‘Well, looks like it’s your lucky day,’ he gestured towards the elevator, ‘top floor.’

You had no idea how the hell you pulled that off. You strolled over, hit the button and turned to watch the display beside the doors tick slowly upwards. It was only two floors from the top when you suddenly realised that your whole planned confrontation had completely melted out of your head.

There was a loud ding as the doors slid open and you shuffled forwards, finding yourself in an incredibly extravagant penthouse with a view of the whole city. A stern-looking man with an angular beard and dark glasses approached you, not lifting his gaze from the phone he was tapping at hurriedly. As he got closer you noticed a few small cuts and bruises littered across his face.

‘Tell me what you told the guy behind the desk.’

He still wasn’t looking up, his abrupt questioning catching you off guard. You scrambled for a second and he clicked his fingers impatiently.

‘I’m a friend of James, I want to know if he’s alright.’

‘Wrong. Tell me what you said.’

‘I dont-’ you could feel your face starting to heat up, ‘I just- I’m confused.’

‘It’s a simple question.’

‘I don’t remember.’

He was obviously irritated, sighing as he dropped his hands and met your gaze for the first time. ‘You’re the one who got shot, right?’

You nodded, too intimidated to do much else.

‘Show me.’ He gestured towards your stomach, noting your trepidation as he did so. ‘Look, I need proof that you are who you say you are if we're going to continue this conversation.’

You nodded again, grabbing a fistful of your shirt and hesitantly lifting it to reveal the eerie-looking scar.

‘Gross,’ he gestured for you to cover up, ‘alright.’

Turning on his heels, he stormed across the floor towards a circular seating area. You guessed that you were supposed to follow him. The shiny floor squeaked under your cheap shoes, your cheeks flushing when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the huge windows and remembered that you were still wearing your barista uniform. Stark waved you into a seat.

‘Alright, so your boyfriend is in Siberia, he-’

‘Siberia?’

‘Yes. He was doing some recon when we lost him, we thought-’

‘Lost him?’

‘Can you not talk unless you have something useful to add, please?’ You smiled apologetically. ‘Thank you. Basically, what we thought was a small, residual Hydra cell turned out to be a big operation and we were outnumbered. Some of us were injured, but there was a party we lost track of. Bucky’s party. He’s probably fine, we just don’t know-’

Stark clocked the confusion on your scrunched-up face. He sighed loudly, using one hand to brace himself against the table while the other moved to lift up his glasses and aggressively rub his eyes.

‘Go on.’

‘...Hydra?’

‘Jesus Christ.’ He collapsed into the seat behind him. ‘Y’know what, it doesn’t even matter. All you need to know is that he’s probably fine but, if he's been captured, it could be very bad. We think it would be a good idea for someone he’s close with to be nearby, just in case.’

‘In case what?’

He shot you a warning look but this time you didn’t back down. Your heart was in your throat, you were getting desperate for answers.

‘Look, I don’t have much time, I just came back here to scramble some more manpower and tech. I’m leaving in a few hours, are you coming or not?’

‘To Siberia?’

‘No, to Disney World. Are you sure you didn’t get shot in the brain?’

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Part 3

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stories-lost-in-trance · 2 years

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In her blood // Bucky Barnes

Part II: New alliance

Lowtown, Madripoor has become brighter with light than ever. New clubs, more buyers and new kinds of drugs have brought new clientele from all around the world. With a wide spread saying that you can have the best or the worst time of your life there, many adrenaline junkies and troublemakers made their way into the streets. Everyone was looking for a new fix, new deal, new story to tell. An opportunity. These new personalities became a light and colourful layer on top of the old, dark and dangerous regulars. You could witness a murder on one street corner and a young people trying to make a break into art industry on the other. If you listened to the ones who were engraved into Lowtown for generations- the voices were divided. Some would say that new blood brought enough business and talent for them to start taking Hightown piece by piece into their possession. Others claimed that their town has been taken by the weak scum that does not understand the history and business. Nor the etiquette.

It might be, indeed, hard to accept, but Lowtown had still had a set of rules, unwritten but binding and respected by most. If you wanted to make a serious business- you had to obey. Know how to talk, how to bargain and understand the complicated dynamics between gangs and kingpins of the streets. Many young entrepreneurs got lost and never found after disrespecting certain big names. Although some, like Alie, found their own way to buy themselves into the graces of just the right people.

Alie was a handsome man, in his own way. Where one could say he was lacking, Alie would compensate with charm and confidence. With his chest always up and smile always on, he was stealing hearts of the ladies and customers who came to bargain. His golden brown skin was covered in black ink from his hands up to his neck. Blond hair with black roots curled up nonchalantly due to heavy dampness of the climat. Alie was a smart man, came to Lowtown with little and within a few years became one of the most known art thieves in the city. All the fences knew- if you have a customer wanting something that nobody can get- go to Alie. His skill and fair amount of luck brought him enough money to buy one of the clubs, redo it and reopen it as a new hotspot in town. And if there was anything Alie loved more than stealing, it was being the soul of the party.

"Alie!" a low and crispy voice shot through the corridor. A tall and stout man has opened his arms and smiled with excitement of someone who's about to do a good deal. "My man, I was just looking for you!"

"I don't doubt that for a second." Alie hugged the man and gave him a stern pat on the back. "How's my favourite smuggler doing today?" He opened the door to his office and let his guest in.

"Amazing. Amazing. I am going to make your day amazing too." He threw himself onto a chair in front of a massive, mahogany desk. His massive hand evened out his long, grey beard and landed in the pocket of a leather vest. "I am here with an opportunity of your life," he said confidently.

Alie smiled widely as he sat in his wooden armchair. He has been offered an opportunity of his lifetime at least once a week. It rarely was, obviously. Alie had very specific goals and he knew what he wanted. Rarely straying away from his path. He did, indeed, loved risk but only when odds were in his favour. He waved at his guest, signalling him to go on.

The smuggler pulled out a small vial of blue liquid and placed it on the desk. Then he sat back with so much confidence, as if he just became a king of Hightown. Alie pulled up his massive chair and leaned over the desk, placing his face within an inch of the vial. He looked at it curiously before grabbing it with two fingers and bringing it close to his eye. He shuffled it in his hands a bit, looked at the liquid from every side and placed it back. With his elbows on the desk and hands folded together he smiled at the smuggler. And said nothing.

The smuggler fidgeted in his chair impatiently and leaned over towards Alie.

"This is the new big thing, my man. And you are the first I am offering it to."

"But what the hell is that, Sadid?" Alie laughed and sat back. "For all I know you're bringing me blue vodka and that I have enough down at the bar."

"No, no, no, no!" Sadid smiled and grabbed the vial. "This is one of a kind, a form of art. One and only."

"For god's sake, Sadid," Allie huffed.

"Tell me, Alie," Sadid stood up and started circling the office, "have you ever heard of the Winter Soldier?"

"Obviously." The thief shrugged. "He was here not long ago, wasn't he? Demolished one of the pubs and got Selby Killed."

"Yes, but do you know about how he became who he is?" Sadid put on his mysterious voice.

"Sadid, I swear to myself. To the shore. "

"Fine." Smuggler put his hand on Alie's arm and placed the vial in front of him again. "This will give you all the powers, all the strength and instincts of a super soldier. For a few hours at least. No side effects, only a good ass kick."

Alie looked at the man and the vial surprised but cautious. Sadid, now sitting back in the chair, smiled even wider. Not long ago the last bit of the serum was destroyed. The word spread everywhere, everyone knew that. There was no documentation left, no data and no samples. And the only crazy scientist who was involved in this was shot in the head.

"That's not really possible though, is it, Sadid." Alie regained control of himself. "Isn't it one of these fancy shots that just makes you pumped up?"

"No!" Sadid laughed. "I'm talking about all of it. Healing, resistance to toxins, reflexes and... slowed ageing. This is basically everything good, nothing bad. And it's right in front of you."

"What about," Alie pointed at his head, "the mental state?"

"No problem, clear head. Won't affect your thinking."

Absolutely not, thought Alie. He read and heard enough to know that nothing good comes out of this serum except for Steve Rogers. And this dude is dead.

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It's been months since Sadid's visit to Alie's office. Maeve was sitting on the desk with her legs crossed. Long, brown braid was laying on her back, almost touching the mahogany surface. They were closing in on one of the workers closing in The Factory. He could, possibly, lead them straight to the supplier of the new, hot thing. From the supplier they should swifty move to the creator and from there... take them all down.

The feeling of anxious anticipation was hanging over her, coming closer and closer. Alie was watching her carefully, she knew that, but she couldn't shake herself off that day, couldn't wait any longer. It was the day they were supposed to meet with a new source. They have never been closer, but they kept their hope in check because the source was an absolute mystery to them. There was not much communication exchanged except for a few scribbled notes on the back of a napkin. No name, no voice and no face. A meeting was scheduled at midnight, in the back alley of the French Cassino. Plenty of shady characters but fairly quiet, far from sober ears.

She was waiting for Alie to finish his business on the phone. He seemed so relaxed, laughing loudly and flirting his way through the sale. Stolen Van Gogh was hanging on the wall. His tattooed arms were dancing in the air, gesticulating to no one, but himself. Graceful as always, she appreciated for a second, before he finally finished the call.

"Shall we get to the serious business now, madam?" He smiled widely and grabbed his shiny, purple coat.

"Hardly inconspicuous fashion choice," she commented with judging grimace.

"If anyone saw me dressed down, they would know I am up to something."

"You are always up to something."

"Stop growling at me, my love." His disarming grim melted her a little, but the anxious cloud chased it all away. No matter how much he tried, she could not relax.

The atmosphere of anticipation was abruptly disturbed by a groan and a loud bang just behind the office doors. The guns were drawn and a silent plan made with barely few telling glances. Maeve quickly positioned herself behind the door with her desert eagle up in the air, almost touching her cheek. Cold steel of the gun reflected Alie's colourful outfit. His hand was tightly holding his favourite, gold plated colt and aiming straight at the door.

Sam walked in slowly, stepping only one foot fully in the office. One of his eyes appeared from behind the door.

"Wow." His empty hand went up in the air. "No need for the gun."

"Judging by the noise accompanying you at arrival, I'd argue." Alie smiled widely and tilted his head. "I would strongly suggest you to not move too quickly now, otherwise my friend is going to lay you to rest through my very, very expensive door." He gestured at Sam to come inside the office with a slight tilt of his colt.

Slowly, Sam moved into the room, turning his eyes and seeing Maeve pointing straight at his head. They both, very quietly moved in until there was no door between them.

"Damn," Alie invited Sam to sit down with an elegant wave of his hand, "Captain America in my modest office. Should I offer you something to drink or knock you out and run?"

Maeve pushed on Sam's head with her gun, prompting him to take a seat.

"I wouldn't push your luck." She heard a lazy, raspy voice just behind her and a metal muzzle touched her head before she managed to react. Her left wrist got grabbed with an unnatural strength when she tried to reach for another gun that was fixed to her belt.

It became apparent that they have reached an impasse. The only way out seemed to be diplomacy which was not Maeve's strong suit at all. She waited for Alie's turn. If anyone can get us out of this, it's him. The thief took a long, deep breath and lowered his gun as a sign of goodwill. He took off his garish coat and hung it over the armchair before sitting down comfortably. Although her left wrist was still being crushed, Maeve's right hand kept steadily pointing at the target, waiting for a plan to be formed. Grip on her wrist kept tightening, and with every second her heartbeat kept getting stronger. Slowly but steadily her senses got elevated to the next level, slowing her surroundings down and speeding up her reflexes. She could hear the man behind her, his breathing- composed, heartbeat- steady. She could smell him, clothes from the night before, at least. Both of them were too busy to go home and rest, she thought. Someone's been on a deadline. She felt his piercing eyes drilling through her head, body being ready to attack. Tense. Like a soldier. Slight shiver went down her back and arms and she shook it off quickly, confused. With Captain America in front of her, she knew the person behind was not an ordinary killer. Must have been highly trained, prepared and fast. Good enough to sneak up on her. She wondered if she was losing her touch for a moment, not often being caught off guard this way.

Alie's smile didn't return for a while and when it did, it was much more calculated. If one person shoots, everyone shoots, he thought.

"Let's lay our arms and relax a bit." He looked at Maeve but she didn't react. As long as she was being held at a gunpoint, she was not lowering her gun either.

Sam turned his head slightly.

"Let's."

Grip on her wrist loosed up until it was gone, but a gun was still pushing on her head. She didn't move.

"Damn, Maeve. Let the man go," Alie threw at her with slight annoyance.

"You're not the one with a gun to your head, Alie. Tell your bodyguard to go first." She nudged Sam's head.

"My man has trust issues."

"Sounds like his problem, not mine."

"Sounds like you're stalling," said the man behind her, annoyed.

"Sounds like you're being a baby," she snapped back at him.

"God dammit, Bucky," Sam raised his voice, "just let her go so we can move on from this."

Pressure on her head disappeared and she heard a gun being unracked further away. She relaxed and dropped the hammer of her gun as well. Sam finally turned his head fully and looked at her. He was tense, just like everyone else but she could sense something else from him. Determination. Desperation? He was there for a specific reason, there was something he wanted. And badly. He nodded at her and a pleasant, polite smile wandered on his face. Bucky walked slowly around, not letting her out of sight until he remembered where he'd heard her voice before. Their eyes met and they both, at the same time pointed their fingers at each other in confusion. Maeve's eyes wandered to his metal arm and something in her mind finally clicked.

It's been two years since the quiet night in the motel. He looked at her, standing right in front of him, baffled. For years it's been coming back to him, the feeling of longing. Longing back to that room, that fleeting peace and comfort. He tried to recall it a few times but it seemed unachievable. Impossible to recreate. With every try he grew more desperate to rest his mind like he did that night. To feel left out from the world for a few hours, but not alone like he did in Wakanda. Accompanied in quietness of the mind. For a long time he hoped that crossing all the names from his book of amends would bring him that peace, but it was not there. Not the same. It always had a different flavour, weird aftertaste of unidentified yearning.

"Look who's dragged his ass in the wrong place again." Maeve put her gun back in the holster with a smile. Still being on high alert but she allowed her body to relax a little bit.

"Are you creating chaos everywhere you go?" Bucky asked with a frown but a smile was creeping onto his face.

"Look, my friends," Alie bowed down lightly, relieved that they could use Maeve's familiarity with his guests to disarm the situation, "we are delighted to have guests but unfortunately we have a very important business to attend to. How about we meet tomorrow and talk about whatever it is that you would want to talk about?" He grabbed his flashy, purple coat again.

"That won't be necessary," Sam assured him. "The business you were supposed to take care of is currently in our possession. That's why we are here instead."

Maeve straightened up. Her mind and body started to tense up again. How on earth, these two just barged into Madripoor and found her informer? It took her weeks to get in touch with anyone from The Factory and if anyone was working this angle at the same time, she would, surely, know about it.

"I don't think I understand." The thief looked quickly at Maeve, making sure she was still composed.

"The guy," Sam confirmed. "We got him an hour ago."

"You took my informer." Maeve made a step towards Sam a little bit faster than she should. Her hand wandered close to the gun. Like on command, Bucky's gun was loaded again and ready.

"Hey, hey. Technically we got him before he became your informer."

She tilted her head and moved her body weight on one leg. Hand was getting slowly closer and closer to the gun. Blood started to boil inside her veins.

"You really don't want to stand between me and him."

"I already am."

"No, right now your one foot is in the door. I am asking you to move it before I rip your whole leg off and shove it up your..."

"Ok, ok. We got it. Your informer." Sam made a move and stood right in front of her. "We did not realise it was a big deal. How about we talk to him together?" He opened his arms with a smile. "We get you to him, have a talk and then we can deal with the drug problem."

"No. Hand him over. Now." Her hand was now resting on the handle of her gun. Ready to pull it out any time.

Sam looked at her hand and felt annoyingly close to death again. No matter how sure he was that Bucky would be the first to shoot and have his back, he wanted to avoid it at all cost. He knew he had nothing except for the informer now. And he refused to talk to them, he only wanted Maeve and Alie. His only way of dealing with this was to get them to work with him.

"I have been on this for over two years," she continued, "you don't even know what you are after, and you're telling me to take a backseat?"

"We are not telling you to take a backseat," Sam answered her seriously. "We want you to let us help you."

"Right now you are not bringing anything to the table, though," she pointed out. "You came here, without any notice, and announced that my informer, whom I was trying to recruit for weeks, is now being held hostage by you? And you say you didn't know it was a big deal? So you clearly have no idea what is going on. You think you can just fly in here, mister man-bird, and take what I have worked for? How are you going to help me? By having him," she pointed at Bucky, "stare down half the Lowtown? The only thing I need from you is what you have taken from me. I suggest you both take yourself back to whatever heroic land you came from and try to help people who need your help."

Sam clicked his tongue and shook his head. She was not easy to convince, but stubborn and hard to work with. Just like the staring machine, he thought. He realised that he should have prepared himself better for this conversation. This one was on him, but he has seen, first hand, what are the effects of the drug and he would not allow it to spread any further.

"Look," he started calmly, "I realise maybe I should have played it out differently and I'm sorry, but it already happened. I am willing to fix it now, before it gets out of control. I am not here to fight you both. I want to offer you anything you might need, it might not be a lot but if I know anything about this case, it's that it's much bigger than just the two of you chasing bad drugs off the streets. You might need man power and we both have skills and want what you want."

"Yeah?" Allie tilted his head. "And what's that?"

"Save lives." Bucky threw at him seriously with his arms crossed. "We saw what this drug does to people."

" Wow, how heroic," Maeve huffed loudly with disapproval and looked at Alie.

"Can we have a moment, gentlemen," he said and smiled politely again at Sam.

"I am not letting them take over, Alie. No way," she whispered angrily when they got close enough to have a private conversation.

"I am not asking you to. But, just think about it for a moment," he put his arm around her, "Captain America on our team can help. His guy is obviously useful in throwing people through walls and, don't take me wrong, you can obviously do that too, but he doesn't run out of juice. We both know who that is and what he's capable of. We have better chances with them on our side, you know that." He shook her slightly, forcing their eyes to meet. His eyebrows were raised high in anticipation.

She threw her head up with a sigh and nodded slightly. Alie patted her on the back and turned back to his guests. He opened a cupboard under his desk and pulled out a bottle of a glowing, red liquid with four glasses.

"Gentleman," he announced with his singing voice while opening the bottle, "looks like we have an agreement! Let us have a drink to celebrate."

A little bit of mysterious alcohol was poured into the glasses. Alie grabbed two of them and approached his guests graciously, passing the drinks. Sam and Bucky looked at the bright liquid distrustfully and then at each other when Alie finally grabbed his own glass and raised it in the air.

"To the new alliance!" Him and the girl downed the drinks at once, followed with hesitation by their visitors.

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mr-m-murdock · 2 years

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to be human

| natasha x bucky | 18+

warnings: kind of smut at the end :) MINORS DNI just to be safe sorry babes

a/n: the cutest anon request I've ever received. I’m soft for them. the only m/f ship I will allow

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When he emerges from the shower, Natasha is sprawled across his bedcovers with her dust-smeared face pressed into the white cloth.

"Are you serious?" Bucky asks, tucking the towel in securely around his waist. One of Natasha's hands raises limply to beckon him over. "I just showered. I'm clean, he protests.

Natasha raises her head, an affrontedly quizzical look on her face. "So you don't love me," she says. She dumps her face back onto his bed.

“Nat, come on,” he says, as he crosses the room to his dresser. He makes the mistake of passing too close to the bed and Natasha grabs him by the back of the towel and pulls him down on top of her.

Bucky makes an undignified grunt, but he goes willingly, and allows Natasha to wrap her arms around his waist and dump her dirty face into his shoulder. He combs wild strands of hair back from her face. “Wonder what the others would say if they could see you now,” he teases, and Natasha pinches him sharply in the ribs. “Ow!”

She mutters what sounds like half a threat into his skin.

“You would never,” Bucky says. He runs a palm down the length of her spine and feels her relax into him, her arms loosening. It’s been a long day.

Natasha curses in frustration as she misses the tiny piercing hole again, flicking her hair irritably out of the way.

“You alright?” James calls, from the other room. She hears him flip open a box.

“Fine.” She stabs herself accidentally in the neck. “Fuck!” Natasha exclaims. She flings the earring onto her dresser and it skitters away under the mirror. She crosses her arms over her chest.

James appears in the doorway and Natasha glares at him through the mirror. He approaches her with mild amusement on his face, reaches out and combs a hand carefully through her hair. "You look incredible," he says. He tucks her hair behind both ears, untucks it. His hands settle on her shoulders.

"I'd look even better if I could get my damn earrings in," Natasha grunts. "And don't touch my hair," she adds half-heartedly. "I haven't done it yet." He sifts through her hair again as she reaches defeatedly for her earring, the frustration fading to embarrassment

"Let me do it."

Natasha's eyes meet his in the mirror. "Pardon?"

"I'll braid it. Here." His fingers trail up her crown to the top of her head, arranging her hair into a strict parting. Natasha waits, until it's too late to speak, too late to pull away: and anyway, she wouldn't want to. James' hands are skilled in her hair, careful not to tug or pull as he gathers strands and feeds them into the growing braid.

The room slides into silence save for the rush of hair on hair.

"Done," James says. He reaches for a hair tie, binds the end of the plait and drapes it over Natasha's shoulder. His fingers brush the nape of her neck, then drop away. "Beautiful," he says, proudly, softly. He steps back, and turns to leave the room.

Natasha stares at herself in the mirror, fingers running the length of the plait.

"Thank you," she says. Too quiet, but she knows he hears it anyway.

"What is that?" Sam exclaims, lunging bodily across the table and snatching up Bucky's paper pumpkin decoration. Sam stares accusingly at him.

"That's funny, you'd think more people would know a pumpkin when they saw one," Bucky replies. He tugs it out of Sam's hands. "Specially a guy who's got one for a head." Sam swipes at him, accidentally knocking over the glue.

"No fighting!" Morgan calls, from the head of the table where she's covered in glitter and bits of orange paper. Bucky settles back into his seat.

"I meant why is it so good," Sam says, almost accusingly. "Since when can you draw?"

"Since I went to art school," Bucky fires back.

"Huh." Sam tries hard to hide how impressed he is, but he wears his emotions on his sleeve. Always has.

"Huh," Bucky mocks, instead of taking the compliment.

"Be nice," Natasha admonishes him. Clearly, she's become bored of the crafts, as she's pulled Bucky's metal arm into her lap and is doodling little bats on it with a marker.

"Is that dry erase?" Bucky asks, reaching for the glitter glue.

"Kate brought them," Natasha says, with a distant shrug.

"Bishop! Are these dry erase pens?" Bucky yells, craning his neck down the hall.

"No!" comes the distant reply. Natasha's pen pauses.

"Oops," she says, hiding her grin in her shoulder.

"Four cups of flour," James says. He's sitting on the counter, whacking his heels against the cupboard doors, egg sticky on his fingers and the recipe book in hand. His hair is tied back, concentration evident on his face as he reads.

Natasha smiles at the batter, her hand going astray and missing as she reaches for the flour. She knocks some accidentally onto his thigh, and he blinks dolefully at her.

"How dare you."

"I'm sorry," Natasha says untruthfully. She grabs a pinch from the bag and sprays it into his face. James jerks backwards, spluttering and flapping at the air.

"You devil woman," he growls, and he upends the bag of flour on her head.

Natasha freezes for a second, shock kicking in. She blinks the flour away, hands up in a position to protect herself, far too late.

"Asshole," she grinds out. "Oh, I am so getting you back." She grabs an egg, and with a laugh, James hops off the counter and dashes around the opposite side of the table. He makes a face at her and Natasha launches the egg. Lightning fast, James dodges and the egg smashes against the opposite wall. "Fuck you," Natasha says, hurling another egg at him. It explodes on a cupboard door and James sprints out of the kitchen door, laughing still.

Natasha grabs a spoon full of batter and makes chase.

Her hand has been resting high in his thigh the whole evening. He's been struggling to keep still, to stop himself leaning into her, and he knows she can tell. She's got a tiny, tiny smile on her face that means good things, disguised as apprehension and a deep breath in his chest.

They break for dinner when the speeches are over. Natasha eats with one hand, very purposefully not looking at him.

"I know what you're doing," Bucky mutters, in Russian, his voice low.

"Oh? What am I doing?" Natasha replies, her voice light and casual. Steve tilts his head curiously at the two of them from across the table and Bucky fixates his gaze firmly on the white wall behind his blond head as Natasha's fingers explore the seam of his trousers.

He takes a breath, one that shudders in his throat. "If you wanted to get in my pants, you could just ask," he says. He can't look at her. He won't. He can tell she's got that look on her face, those sharp eyes and that sharp smile.

"But this is more fun," says Natasha. She tugs lightly at his belt. "Besides, I get to tell you exactly what I want to do to you, and no one's the wiser."

"You're a sadist," Bucky says, shifting into her touch subtly.

"Just wait until you hear how many times I'm going to make you come," Natasha says. She groped between his legs with one hand and forks chicken into her mouth with the other and Bucky stiffens, bites the inside of his cheek hard to keep a sound from falling out. "You love it," Natasha assures him, grinning at her plate.

Bucky swears into the backs of his teeth. "How much longer are we here?" he asks, attempting not to sound petulant. All he really wants to do is touch, have her touch him, kiss him-

"If you're that desperate, I can pull you to the bathroom and have you right now, as many times as I want until you beg for mercy twice," Natasha replies, utterly cool.

Bucky takes a breath in. "I've never begged for mercy in my life," he says, braver than he feels. Natasha squeezes him through his trousers, and Bucky's spine straightens involuntarily.

"Twice," she says, her voice low.

When it ends, Bucky stands far too quickly. And when the journey back ends, they barely make it out of the car. They reach the bedroom with their hands on each other and Natasha strips him of his blazer and shoves him down onto the bed.

She tosses her hair to one side, golden-red in the warm yellow lamp light, reaches for the zipper on her dress and drags it down. The dress slides off her body like water and Bucky allows his gaze to drift: she's perfect. Every dip and stretch of skin, each curve smooth as marble.

She's not wearing underwear. Bucky's mouth goes dry.

Natasha swings a leg over his hips and mounts him, grabbing him by the tie with a wicked smile on her face. She knows the effect she has on him.

"You were dressed like - that - the whole evening," he chokes out, and Natasha presses her forehead to his, raking her nails down his chest over his shirt.

"Don't dwell on it, your head might explode," she says, and she kisses him. She tastes like wine, all bitter and rich. He arches into her touch, runs his hands carefully up her sides. Her skin is hot and she gasps at the cold of his metal hand. He palms her breasts and she presses into him with a pleased hum.

She yanks his zipper down so ferociously he's scared it might break.

"Now fuck me like you mean it," she whispers against his lips, and he tightens his hold.

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I Love your BuckyFic🥰❤️❤️

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kleenexwoman · 1 year

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WIP Game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

I was tagged by @mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea

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klecrone · 2 years

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I recently posted Chapter 49 of my ongoing MCU fanfic story, "Winter of the White Wolf." This chapter is entitled "Light in Shadow," and the sublime guest art accompanying a poignant scene from this chapter was created by Shade, who goes by @Ilnere on Twitter! (Read on Ao3) “Winter of the White Wolf” - Chapter 49: “Light in Shadow”

Chapter Summary:

"While Sam recovers elsewhere, night falls over a distant mountaintop in Wakanda where Ayo, Yama, and Nomble make camp, and where Barnes eventually finds his way into the realm of memories and strange dreams…"

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harold231 · 3 years

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It wasn't real

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Posted: 04/30/2021

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: None? Maybe a lil angst just a lel bet.

A/N: I think it might be good? Idk You let me know. But like frfr, don't just give me feedback in your mind, put it into words. Also I apparently have a thing for Bucky in a dotted apron soooo yeah.

FYI: time zone/era is open for interpretation. Bucky never became an avenger/soldat and steve isn't part of this one.

The wind that blew around you was warm and sweet with the scent of freshly bloomed flowers. Perhaps it was an act of kindness from some God trying to distract you from the cold bitterness settling into your bones. Closing your eyes you conjure the very memory that left you so desolate.

The sun snuck it's way through the curtains to illuminate the room, effectively disturbing the sleep that you always seemed to be craving. Waking up is always hassle but whenever you remember that you get to spend your day with the only person who tolerates you and you him, getting out of bed is the easiest thing. Bucky is crazy and the damn boy is never in one spot for to long and he always has something to say, but you can't imagine how boring your days would be if you guys had never met. well technically if your parents had never met.

When you were a child you parents had to move to new york for business and they decided that Brooklyn was the place to be. You had been Bucky's neighbor and the first day you guys moved in his mom had dragged him over with the most delicious angel food cake that he so proudly claimed to have made mostly on his own. He just loved cooking and baking since forever, he would tell you that he just liked experimenting with foods but you knew the truth was that the boy liked to eat and didn't have the patience to wait for his mother to come home.

Only a few years after your family had moved to Brooklyn you and Bucky had already built an unbreakable bond. You guys had found a beautiful cherry tree one day when playing tag and had deemed it to be your's and Bucky's spot. Whenever you had a bad day or needed time away from the world you guys would go to the tree and just pick cherries, in the winter time you and Bucky would lay under the tree and kick the trunk so that the snow would fall from the leaves. It was the place where at only 15 years old bucky swore he would open his own Bakery and to quote him "I'm serving my ma's food my way doll, It's gonna be the next best thing to hit New York."

You were laying on the ground with your hands crossed behind your head looking up at Bucky swinging upside down from a branch when he told you all this. You felt something you had never felt before at that moment, looking up at the wild haired boy who loved to eat, loved his family, and had the most ambition you had ever heard from kids your age. Your heart felt full and your cheeks grew warm as you looked up at the same blue eyes you had know for years now, only this time you notice the way they twinkle in the sunlight and how rosy his lips are. Now 7 years laters you and Bucky were preparing to open the very bakery he promised you he'd open. Banners were beautifully strung along the walls and cute retro china was set out, ready to be filled for opening day. There was no hesitation from you when Bucky had asked you to run the bakery with him, you were excited to spend your days with the person you hoped you would spend the rest of your life with.

At around 6:30 in the morning you had arrived at the bakery but it seemed that Bucky had beat you to it. The smell of fresh angel food cake and cocoa danced up your nose as soon as you opened the door. Closing your eyes you smiled at the memories that it brought back. Moving to the back you grabbed your Disney themed apron and placed your bag and coat in its place before scurrying over to the kitchen while trying (and failing) to tie your apron. There in all his dorkiness was Bucky wiggling around to the chordettes. He knew that you loved the 50's aesthetic so he found a way to incorporate it without going overboard, by adding little trinkets, a jukebox, and even those cute little dining tables. In fact at the moment he was wearing a ruffly red polka dotted apron as he frosted some cupcakes.

Apron tied, you were finally ready to get to work. You walked up to Bucky bumping his hip as you reached for some cupcake pans, "Whatcha doin here so early Buck, we don't open until 12" he looks at you with squinted eyes, "The hell are you doing here so early." "Woah,woah,woah completely unprovoked. I'm just saying cuz' you were the one complaining about the opening time being set at 8. Like damn." Breathing out a huff of air he wipes his forehead with a towel "I'm sorry doll, I'm just super nervous and I couldn't sleep so I came to start baking things. I already frosted the ice cream cakes and I just finished the pies, but I was thinking that maybe we needed some cupcakes too, even though we already baked so many pastries and stuff last night I'm worried it won't be enough."

Setting down the trays you move to hug Bucky from behind holding him close to you. "Buck I know we'll do great your food is too good to pass up on especially when it's free." You place a soft kiss to his shoulder " I promise you'll do great, everything you do is amazing you try your hardest at everything Buck, You've worked your butt off and made mine considerably larger to get here, don't start losing your mind on me now." A cute little laugh from Bucky lets you know that he's hearing you and he isn't so stressed anymore. "I just want this to be perfect ya know?" with your head still against his back you nod, "I just want it to be a special day for my special girl."

You couldn't stop the slight blush that rose to your cheeks or the way that your heart suddenly started beating three times faster. You had also wanted to make him something special which is why you had got here so early. Finally releasing your hold on Bucky you straighten your apron out before gathering everything you need for some red velvet cupcakes. Bucky loved your red velvet cake so you loved making it for him. After hours of mixing, baking, and frosting had passed, you guys were rewarded with a bakery that looked as great as it smelled. "Alright doll, I'm heading out, I gotta go get ready. Meet you back here at 12 , Love ya." He didn't even give you a chance to answer as he ran right out the door. "Love you too."

You had stayed behind just a little while longer as you perfected your secret project. Carefully you added snowflakes to some of the cupcakes because you knew how much he loved snow even if he hated winter, some cats, flowers that reminded you of bucky, and one extra special cupcake. When you finish you decide to clean up a bit more and prepare some drinks for later before heading home to get ready. As soon as you got home you took a shower and did the simplest of make up with a light pink lip. You had decided to wear a dress to match the blossoming flowers that spring had brought. Pink with a yellow lace trim and flowers embroided all over the dress, matching it with some yellow flats.

You had decided that it was a perfect day for a walk so you grabbed a light scarf and slung it over your shoulders, grabbed Bucky's cupcakes, and headed over to the bakery. You felt as if a Hundred pounds had been lifted from your shoulders knowing that Bucky had felt the same way about you. You had decided that you would tell him today with your special cupcakes. As you rounded the corner you felt giddy and you couldn't wipe the smile from your face no matter how hard you tried. As you reached the bakery you saw that a majority of the people had already arrived and you knew that it would put Bucky at ease to see all the people enjoying his food. You stopped at the window, closing your eyes to take a deep breath to prepare yourself to join the celebration.

Opening your eyes you reached for the handle only to stop at the sight on the other side of the door. Bucky stood there arms wrapped around a woman eyes locked on hers as he leaned in for a kiss. It must have all happened in about 30 seconds but it felt as if time himself had slowed it down for you to watch the way he tilted her head and ran his tongue along her bottom lip before finally uniting their lips. Your heart dropped as quickly as your smile did and suddenly you felt so stupid for thinking this could be real. You willed yourself not to cry as you allowed your legs to carry you anywhere but there.

That's how you found yourself sitting underneath a blossoming cherry tree. A tree that held only happy memories because it wasn't a place you could be sad... back then. With your back against the tree and box of cupcakes full of unrequited love in your lap you realize how much you over romanticized Bucky. Opening the box you decide it would be a shame to let them go to waste. The first one you grab has a big red heart frosted in the middle, you let out a deep sigh before breaking the cupcake right down the middle. You shove half of the cupcake into your mouth and only then do you allow the tears to fall. You sat there for hours crying eating cupcakes, watching the sunset, and thinking about everything that Bucky did for you, as a friend. You realize you had no right to be angry at Bucky, after all you never told him how you felt you just assumed that he would feel the same way after so many years. With every broken memory another cupcake vanished.

He was always there for you, when no one wanted to come to your slumber party Bucky did and he even did all the girly things with you. Painting your nails, doing your hair, watching chick flicks, and pillow fights. once he even asserted that no one could protect you as well as he could, when you had decided to go camping with your friend from class so he insisted on taking you himself. Your friend was most noticeably gay so you had assumed he wanted to spend time alone with you. But now that you think back on those memories these are things that anyone would do for their bestfriend. And that's what you realized 8 hours and 11 cupcakes later.

The moon floated above you and as it's white rays settled upon the lake you decided it might be time to go home now. You get up and dust your dress off before leaning down to grab the mostly empty box. Turning around you are stopped again by what's in front of you. Bucky stands there brows furrowed as his eyes flash from you to the box in your hands. "Where the hell have you been, I've been calling you all day." swallowing the lump in your throat you go to answer but are interrupted. " everyone's been asking me about you all night and I had no damn idea what to tell them, but apparently you were just out here being inconsiderate. You go and tell me I can do great tonight, that you'd be there for me, but you weren't." You try to answer him but are again interrupted. "You could have told me something earlier instead of leaving me there like a dumb-" "SHUT UP!" this time it was your turn to interrupt him.

Taking a deep breath you look into his eyes before explaining. "Of course I was ready to be there today, you think I wore this dress to sit under a damn tree? Well I didn't. When I left my apartment I was ready and I was excited, so excited. I couldn't even stop smiling on my way over, but then I got to the shop and I saw-" Immediately you stopped as you realized what you were about to say. He cocked an eyebrow and shook his head slightly as if to say 'Hello?' "You saw what? What did you see that would make you abandon ship just like that?" Shame flushed through your being and you could no longer keep eye contact. "Nothing, you know what, it doesn't even matter. I'm sorry I was being dramatic I should have been an adult and dealt with it on my own time. And I'm sorry I abandoned you all, but the night was about you anyways."

"The night was supposed to be about the both of us so it does matter if you saw something that made you want to leave. Just tell me doll, what did you see?" his voice is soft as he pleads with you. "I saw... well I saw you kissing that lady and I just wanted get away and ended up here okay!?" You said it all in a jumble hoping that he wouldn't be able to understand what you had said. But luck wasn't your friend so of course he did. "So seeing me kiss another person was so gross to you that you had to run away, what the hell? are you 13 again?" You hadn't admitted it outloud yet and it seemed that the dumbass in front of you was going to force it out of you.

Stepping around Bucky you pull your scarf tight around your body as you focus on not crying anymore until you get home. You distract yourself by thinking of all the love you saw in all the little things Bucky did for you. Dancing around the newly furnished bakery body against body as frank sinatra brought you heart to heart, watching rom-coms and ugly crying together, but by the time you get home you force yourself to face the ugly truth. The Love was always in your head. It wasn't real.

A new wave of tears blurred your vision as teardrops fell perfectly to the ground. "It's because I have feelings for you Bucky, and I now know you don't feel the same way." Sniffling you don't bother looking up because your heart is to broken for that right now. "I'm Just gonna need a little bit of time and I'll be back good as new like nothing even happened." Still unable to lift your gaze from the ground you decide to focus on the last cupcake left in the box. 'I Love You' is written in tiny light blue frosting letters. "I uhm, uhh." That brought your attention to Bucky, as embarrassment pulsed as strong as ever through your veins. " You don't have to say anything Buck, It's fine, I'll see you next week, on monday" you hand him the box as you go to pass him "I think you would have a better use for this than me I ate 11 others already so."

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lizamango · 3 years

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Together Again (Bucky Barnes x Reader) 5/8

A/N: New chapter!! Hope you enjoyyyy xx

Word Count: 2752

Warnings: Mentions of sex but NO SMUT, please read responsibly!! Major fluff, angst for reader, sadness upcoming

Summary: Bucky finds himself in the town of WestView where not everything is as it seems. But does that really matter if you find yourself reunited with the one you love?

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Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4

Chapter Summary: A pumpkin picking date and Bucky and Y/N meet Pietro

Chapter 5: THERE’S NO HARM

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Y/N wakes up and her eyes fall to the gorgeous man that she proudly calls her husband. He looks so peaceful as he sleeps and she’s thankful for it. Ever since Dennis the mailman asked how his nightmares were she keeps mulling it over. Did Bucky have nightmares but didn’t tell her? Why not? She brings her hand up to caress his face. It doesn’t look like he’s having a nightmare…

“You’re staring,” he suddenly says while his eyes are still closed.

She jumps, not expecting him to wake up. “You think it’s creepy, I think it’s romantic.”

“Everything you do is romantic,” he replies cheekily.

“That didn’t make sense,” she teases.

“Oh. Oh, really? Okay you know what doesn’t make sense?” He goads.

“What?” Y/N giggles.

“How you could be awake so early after the night we had,” he then rolls on top of her and kisses her neck with loads of tiny pecks, the last one lasting longer, feeling more passionate.

“We can’t do this now, we have to go to the pumpkin patch and pick out pumpkins!”

“For what?” he groans.

“It’s Halloween, silly.” She gently pushes Bucky off who rolls back into his pillow.

“The things I do for you.”

She gets up from bed to have a shower.

“Can I join you?” he calls after her.

“No! Or else the good pumpkins will be gone!”

He huffs and gets up to make the bed. “Good pumpkins? Are there bad pumpkins? Evil pumpkins?” he mumbles.

Bucky decides to make himself a coffee and Y/N a cup of tea while still in his pyjamas. He takes a sip and stares out the window that looks into Y/N’s garden. She had always said she wished she could take care of a plant, between undercover missions and training new recruits at the SHIELD Academy of Operations back when SHIELD was a thing she never could keep one alive for very long. Bucky wonders what she did in her spare time in the five years he was… away. Was she happy? Did she move on? Did she hates him for leaving her?

“Hey,” Y/N pops out down in a… super spy costume.

“You look…” familiar. “Smokin,” he flirts.

She laughs and does a 360 spin. “Of course I do.” She puts up finger guns. “Pow pow,” she points at him.

“Agh, someone call an ambulance!” Bucky says playing along. “But not for me!” he picks her up spinning her around.

She laughs at him. “Your costume is upstairs on the bed!”

“My costume?”

“Yeah! What, you thought you were going out in cargo pants and a flannel with some graphic tee?” She puts her hands on her hips. “I don’t think so, soldier.”

“What?” he looks up suddenly from his cup of coffee.

“Dang it, I ruined the surprise! Go! Get dressed! And thank you for the tea.”

She kisses him on the cheek and he slowly makes his way upstairs. He almost drops his mug as he sees a perfect replica of his World War Two uniform. Is this Wanda’s doing?

He gets dressed anyways to make Y/N happy. That’s all that matters to him.

“Well aren’t you quite the charmer.”

Bucky gives his own 360 turn with a goofy smile on his face to match the one on Y/N’s. “Alright, doll. Let’s get going. Don’t wanna get the evil pumpkins.”

“Bad pumpkins! As in spoiled ones!” she corrects as he guides her toward the door, picking up the keys on the way out.

They arrive at the pumpkin patch and it’s only a little busy.

“Well heya there,” Phil greets upon seeing Y/N and Bucky.

“Morning’ Phil,” Bucky smiles.

“Hi Dottie,” Y/N says to Phil’s wife who just nods at her with a sickly sweet smile.

“Just getting’ some last-minute gourds for decoratin’! Gotta keep the kiddos busy,” Phil says waving away.

“See you again!” They say their goodbyes and Y/N turns to Bucky.

“I had no idea they had a kid,” she whispers.

Bucky shrugs. “Neither did I. Never saw one in all the time we we’ve been neighbours.” Not that that was very long, Bucky thinks to himself.

Y/N shrugs nonchalantly and reaches for his left hand. “Come on, let’s look around!” They pick up a basket and wander the patch.

Bucky smiles as he watches Y/N, the sun hits her just right and it looks like she’s glowing, her beauty amplified. She carefully considers each pumpkin, what designs would look best on them, which can be made into a pumpkin pie or should just be left alone. She was always good at profiling. That’s what made her one of the best SHIELD assets.

“I like this one but he needs a family. I was thinking these two…” she presents him with a medium sized pumpkin then points to a giant one and then a tiny one.

“A little pumpkin family,” Bucky laughs. He carries the giant one and drops it into the basket.

“Careful! My baby.”

“Yeah it’s the size of a baby, alright,” Bucky huffs then puts the medium pumpkin on top too.

“I’ll hold the tiny baby.”

He chuckles and reaches for her empty hand, squeezing affectionately.

After they’ve paid for their pumpkins they load them into the car and go into the café nearly.

“I’ll have a chai latte with a cheese toastie and snickerdoodles,” Y/N smiles at the waitress.

“And I’ll go for an Americano and almond croissant, please.”

“I’ll have those over soon,” she smiles then walks away rigidly. Strange.

Bucky looks over at the bar and sees the barista just standing… staring at the machine.

“I’m glad it’s not too busy, here,” he says to Y/N, breaking himself out of his thoughts. There’s no harm in this, he says to himself.

“Oh I know! We’re so lucky!” she reaches for his hand and he rubs small circles on her’s with his thumb. “We’re always so lucky. I’m happy you’re here, Bucky.”

He considers for a moment. Is this Y/N or Wanda speaking through Y/N? “So am I.”

They receive their orders and dig in, sharing food and drinks between each other. “You always order something then end up takin’ more of mine!”

“Well I can’t help it, you’ve got great taste,” he flirts, giving her a wink.

“Of course, I do. So do you. Sometimes…” she teases.

“Wh- sometimes?!” he gasps dramatically. “I am offended.”

“You heard me, soldier.”

He stops laughing for a split second, almost doing a double take as he is caught off guard from what she called him. But he recovers quickly. He has to.

“So do you think we’ve got enough candy for the trick or treaters?”

“Definitely, maybe too much. But then I’m not complaining, more for us.”

“You really are my soulmate,” he chuckles. They finish eating and Bucky drives them back home.

They go inside and Y/N sets up the tools for pumpkin carving.

“I wanna do a cat!” Bucky says excitedly.

“I have carving tools, pens and paint!”

Bucky carves on the small pumpkin and Y/N starts on the giant one. She hasn’t revealed what she would be carving on to it, yet. Must be a surprise, Bucky thinks.

“Done,” Bucky states. “I’m calling her… Alpine.”

Y/N walks around the table to see. “Awww so cute! I’m done too!”

She turns the pumpkin to face them both. Bucky gasps quietly as air involuntary enters his lungs. She carved Thanos.

“It’s some monster, I dunno I just thought him up in my head,” she shrugs.

“It’s uh… it’s great honey.” He turns to the last pumpkin to distract himself. “What should we do for this one?

“I was thinking headstones! And a ghost?”

“Yeah, yeah sounds great,” he nods.

They lay out the pumpkins on their porch and Bucky helps to decorate the lawn with statues and fake cobwebs.

“Wanda!” Y/N calls, waving her hand to the redhead who’s carrying the basket Y/N had Bucky take over yesterday.

“Hey! Ooh! I love your costumes and I see you went all out decorating!” Wanda exclaims as she sees her best friend’s lawn as Y/N lugs the giant pumpkin towards the stone wall.

“Doll, now you’re just showing off,” Bucky comments.

“Of course. I don’t need a big strong man like you to do things for me.”

“I… love it,” Wanda says, noting the villain carved on it. “I just wanted to return the basket, those cookies were delicious!” Wanda laughs, mood lifted again. “Do you wanna come over for a drink? There’s someone I want you to meet.”

“Sure thing, Wanda! We’ll come right over!” Wanda hands Y/N the basket and the two put it inside.

They knock on Wanda’s door and wait. A man with silver hair answers almost immediately.

“You must be the neighbours,” he says simply and speeds literally speeds to back to the couch.

“Aunt Y/N! Bucky!” Two excited voices call out and there is an avalanche of hugs coming from very hyper ten year olds.

“Hey!”

“Hey kiddos!” Bucky smiles messing up their hair affectionately.

“Cool costumes! Are you Cat-Woman?” Billy asks.

Y/N frowns, “no I’m an international… super spy!” She holds her fingers like guns and poses. “And Bucky’s a super…”

“Soldier!” The twins finished off.

“Somebody better be bleeding, broken or on fire!” Wanda comes down the stairs in a red leotard, cape and pink tights.

“You look awesome!”

“Whoa, Mom. Are you old Red Riding Hood?” Billy asks.

The grey haired man… grey haired? It’s Pietro, Y/N realises.

“I’m a Sokovian fortune teller,” Wanda says.

“Wow that is so…” Pietro starts.

“Cool!” Tommy exclaims.

“Lame!”

Wanda rolls her eyes. “Y/N, Bucky this is Pietro my brother. Pietro, my best friend Y/N and her wonderful husband, Bucky.”

“Nice to meet you,” Y/N smiles.

“How ya doing,” Bucky greets.

Vision descends the stairs, sighing wearily in a very interesting getup.

“Sweet costume bro-ham-in-law,” Pietro says teasing him. “Let me guess…traffic light? Half-shucked corn? Oh! A booger!”

“Yes,” Vision replies fed up.

“I like it,” Y/N offers.

“Thank you for humouring and wearing this ridiculous outfit, honey,” Wanda says.

“Well there were no other clothes in my closet so…”

Y/N notes the underlying harshness in his tone and looks at Bucky but while normally reciprocates the look he only stares at the couple. She frowns.

“You are incorrigible, darling.” Vision’s tone switches up. “I know you have a secret thing for Mexican wrestlers!”

“Mi gusta mucho,” Wanda chuckles.

“Chilli con carne!”

“Come watch us play, Y/N!” Billy pulls her towards the couch and she pulls Bucky with her who laughs.

They sit down and start yelling at the avatars in the video game.

“Mom and dad have been, not fighting, just… like, different,” Billy tells Y/N quietly.

Pietro gets up to try and smooth things over and it seems to work.

“There you go. Problem solved. You have a spooky time tonight, kids.”

They say their goodbyes but there’s still some tension as Vision leaves.

“I’m sure they’re alright, Billy.”

“Yeah, sometimes… sometimes parents aren’t on the same page. But that doesn’t mean that they don’t love each other. It’s gonna be okay,” Bucky assures.

“Do you two fight?” he asks innocently.

“Um,” they both look at each other but Y/N can’t recall a time that they did.”

“One time, it was really bad. I… wasn’t there but there was a decision that Aunt Y/N made and… well, if I was there I would have done everything and anything to stop her. It wasn’t a fight but it was a time where we wouldn’t have agreed. But we’re okay, now,” Bucky says squeezing her hand.

“See when two people really love each other, like your mom and dad do, they find a way to figure it out,” Y/N smiles.

Billy nods, reassured. “You guys are the best.”

“So… who’s ready for some trick or treating?!” Pietro yells.

That distracts Billy as both twins whoop and run out the door.

“Wanna watch some horror movies after the boys are tuckered out from trick or treating?” Wanda offers the couple.

“Sure thing! We’ll catch up with you later, Wanda. We’ll hand out our candy to the kids and then meet you at the Town Square Scare.” They both get up and they all walk through the door.

“See ya later! And I have to say again, superspy looks good on you,” Wanda winks.

“I can’t believe you didn’t let me save even just one bag!” Bucky exclaims as the two leave their home once all the sweets were taken.

“I’m sorry, I thought those were reserved for children,” Y/N replies, sarcastically.

“I’m young at heart.”

“You’re an old man.”

They walk hand in hand towards Town Square, only 15 minutes away. The neighbourhood is still bust with kids collecting as much candy as they can.

“So what do you think about Pietro?” Bucky asks.

Y/N shrugs. “I dunno… he looks kinda different to me. Maybe it’s the time that’s gone by. I just know that Wanda and he were super close growing up. Then he… went away.”

Bucky nods, taking it in. The man claiming to be Wanda’s brother seemed off in some way to him and the fact that even Y/N thought so meant something. Maybe… Wanda’s not the one to blame for the shifty things that happen here.

“Ya know, I don’t know how anyone wears these skin-tight leather suits. Imagine a Kevlar, fiberglass blend for actual bullet proofing.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m sure Kevlar is very comfortable,” he says attempting to sound sarcastic in a way that he doesn’t know the experience even though he very much does.

“Hey guys!” Wanda smiles.

“Hey you! How much candy did you guys get!” Bucky asks Tommy and Billy.

“I got more than Billy! And look!” Tommy zooms around the Town Square and stops in front of everyone proudly.

Bucky and Y/N’s eyes widen.

“Wow gee Tommy, you’ve got powers!” Y/N claps.

“So no one else noticed that?” Bucky asks, Y/N playfully slaps his shoulder.

“How exciting!”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to control them now!” Wanda laughs.

Y/N and the twins play around, exploring all the Halloween themed activities and Bucky stays back.

“You’ve done a good job here,” Bucky states to Wanda who sits on a hay bale as Pietro decided to run around with the kids.

“You think?”

“Yeah, the kids are having fun. Y/N… she’s having fun.”

“She always loved Halloween…” Wanda reminisces. “You don’t think it’s wrong anymore?”

“No, I… it’s wrong but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel right. It feels right to be with her again. To talk to her, wake up to her in the mornings again. I’m sorry I snapped at you for this. You were right. We’ve both lost everyone. Since Steve decided to… I don’t know I’ve just felt alone. I always thought I’d have him but I don’t… hate him for leaving. He deserves his own happiness.”

“So do you, Bucky. So do we. After everything we’ve been through and everything that’s been taken from us. We deserve this one good thing.”

Bucky nods. “But these people… Wanda, they’ve done nothing. And now they’re just puppets in our fantasies.”

“I’ve thought about that but,” she sighs, clearly exhausted. “I don’t know what else to do.”

“I understand.”

Y/N notices Billy stops laughing and having fun. Instead he just stares up. He stops Tommy speeding.

“What is it, Billy?” Y/N asks, frowning at the sudden change in his manner.

“Mom!” he shouts and run towards Wanda. “Mom!”

Y/N and Tommy run after him.

“What wrong, Billy?”

He pants, stressed. “I hear dad in my head. He’s in trouble.”

Bucky and Y/N share a worried look and Pietro speeds toward the family.

“I don’t understand. What’s happening to me?”

Wanda bends over to be at eye level with Billy as she holds his hands. “Where is he? Where’s your dad?”

“Hey,” Pietro interrupts. “Don’t sweat it, sis. It’s not like your dead husband can die twice.”

Wanda angrily throws Pietro into a stack of hay bales having enough of his jabs.

Dead? Y/N picks up. She looks at Bucky who gulps, not meeting her eyes.

Wanda turns back to Billy. “Billy, I need you to focus.”

Shuddering, he closes his eyes, concentrating. “I can’t tell. I see these… soldiers. They think he’s dying.”

Wanda stretches her hands and her red powers burst from them.

All Y/N remembers is Bucky reaching for her hand and everyone around them slowing to a stop as red energy envelopes them.

I know there are no pumpkin patches in Westview butttt it was a cute date idea 😂 while still incorporating the creepiness we saw in the episode when Vision went to the outskirts of town 👻

Chapter 6

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buckyisababy · 3 years

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LOVER OF MINE

Bucky thought he would be incapable to love someone. He was too broken for that. And with no hope that someday, it could happen. Until he saw her. Long curly hair, brown skin and bright brown eyes. She was divine, her smile was definitely the most beautiful thing that Bucky had ever seen. But it's not like he noticed all of this as soon as she arrived when it was late at night and was introduced to the group. Natasha had just returned from a mission on which apparently Lyra was also designated and brought her with her. Natasha was overjoyed, apparently they were trained together and were great friends, but lost contact after they separated. Lyra had some injuries, her jaw was purple, her lip was cut and an ugly scratch on her arm, but she acted like nothing was bothering her. Bucky understood, he was good at pretending that the pain didn't exist either. As soon as Natasha came over and introduced her to him, he held his breath. How could a stranger affect him so much? Lyra said "Hi Bucky, it's nice to meet you." He mumbled a small hello and looked away. Natasha looked at her and it was as if two communicated just by looking. Then she introduced her to Steve, who was standing next to Bucky. After a group conversation, in which Bucky was completely unaware, because sometimes it still happened that he got lost in his own mind. He still wondered how a stranger managed to affect him in some way that he didn't understand. Suddenly, he felt a tightening in his shoulder. It was Steve. "Are you okay?" “Yes. What was the meeting about?" he asked Steve. “Well, Nat said that Lyra needed a place to stay. And we voted and agreed, we think that if she was trained with Nat, she can be very useful in missions. ”Bucky held his breath. "So will she stay here?" Steve agreed. “Yes, now Bruce went to take care of her injuries and Nat went to bathe and lie down. I think it was a long day for both of them. ”Bucky agreed, a little oblivious. "I'm going to bed too, good night Steve." Steve stared at him, frowning, Steve was very good at reading him, this was sometimes a good thing, because he knew when Bucky needed space. "Good night bud" he said and Bucky went to his room. He slept with bright brown eyes in his mind.

Hi! my name is Tessa! I´m new here. I would like to know if should i continue the fic? by the way, it´s inspired by the song lover of mine by 5sos :)

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aasterisck · 3 years

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winter soldier x reader - part 3

I rest my head against the window of the car, Captain America sitting next to me.

"Can I just,"

"No,"

"But it'll be faster,"

"No (y/n),"

"Fine,"

We arrive and we're sitting in a room, watching the monitor as Bucky gets asked various questions.

"Something's off," I whisper to Steve and he nods, I cross my arms, eyes glued to the doctor.

Suddenly the power goes out, "No," I clench my fists landing behind the chamber Bucky is in. I stay quiet as I listen to the conversation.

The doctor starts to say words and Bucky yells for him to stop, my head is pounding as I run towards the doctor, quickly kicking him in the stomach. I notice the doctor is talking in Russian before he stops to look at me.

"Two of you, fantastic,"

He's out of his restraints as he punches the glass, the doctor still speaking Russian, Homecoming? One?

"(y/n)! Get out of here!" the glass falls to the ground Bucky running towards me as I turn around.

"Freight car,"

I watch Bucky kneel down and I quickly follow, no longer controlling my own body as I stand up next to him looking straight ahead.

"Ready to comply," we say in unison and he smiles walking over to Bucky.

"Mission December 16, 1991," he asks and Bucky replies before telling us to create a distraction.

Everything happens and I can see it but I don't have control over it. I fight my own mind but nothing is working.

"I don't want to fight you," the man in front of me holds up his hand a glowing circle in it.

"Then don't," I throw a punch only to be sent flying back. I get up running towards the man but I stumble, someone else's bullet in my shoulder.

I fall to the ground holding my shoulder screaming for help. As I wait for someone to come to my aid I look over at Bucky who nods understanding what it is I want to do, quickly I look away. The same guy with the glowing hand comes to my aid.

"(y/n)?"

"Don't know her,"

I grab his face and jam it right into my knee before kicking him back. Bucky grabs him and sends him flying, He ends up using his boost and softly lands. My arm is pulled and I run behind Bucky skipping steps to get to the roof, where a helicopter awaits us.

Bucky sits in the pilot gets into the pilot's seat and as I run around I'm hit in the back by a shield, sending me to the ground. With a groan, I crawl to the other side, Bucky almost in the air. He opens the door dragging me into the helicopter. I hold my shoulder to try and prevent the bleeding.

"Why aren't we moving,"

"Look," he says through gritted teeth.

He leans back for me to look through the window, "What the-" The man with the shield is holding the helicopter while also holding onto the helicopter pad, keeping it from flying away.

I rest my head on the seat, before looking at Bucky, "Fly into him," I tell him and he hesitates before moving the helicopter stick towards the man.

We crash into the pad the helicopter spinning out of control before balancing. I try to kick my door out as Bucky punches his hand through the glass holding the man by the neck. I see the tail of the helicopter fall and I kick faster but the door seems to be stuck. The helicopter shifts and I feel it start leaning and then it starts falling.

I continue to kick the door finally getting it off the helicopter. Dropping out of the helicopter and landing in the water below. The sound of the debris hits the water as I come up for air, not realizing a piece of the helicopter pad is falling until it's too late, knocking me out.

Slowly I open my eyes blinking a few times getting a sense of where I am. My legs are outstretched in front of me, my hands tied behind me. I clench my fists but nothing happens. Closing my eyes I try again, imagining where I want to be.

"Don't," the familiar voice in front of me stares at me, his silver arm under a press.

Confused I furrow my eyebrows and he nods over to the opening, slowly I turn my head unsure of what I'll see. Taking a deep breath when I see Steve and Sam, dropping my head between my knees. Bucky finishes explaining why he's here and I've proceeded the lay down on the pavement tired from everything that happened before. Wait, what happened before? I quickly sit up frantically looking between Steve and Bucky.

"Some things we never mentioned," Bucky nods over to me, "Her memories don't come back,"

"What else?" asks Steve walking over to me.

"I can't heal like the rest of them do... If you haven't noticed," he removes the cuffs around my wrists.

I massage them, clenching my fist to see the blue glow around them.

"Yeah, but she can do that,"

They all stare at me as I place my glowing hand over the wound, having already removed my jacket and pulled my shirt down to reveal it. The stinging sensation makes me tap my foot as I close my eyes. Once done I let my body fall, my hand still over the wound.

"Since she can't heal like the rest of us-"

"(y/n) drains her energy using her power," Bucky nods at Steve's words.

"How many super soldiers are there?" Sam asks confused by the whole situation

"Eight, I think," I mumble

"And they're all strong?" we all nod.

"Apparently HYDRA's best,"

"Including these two?" he points at Bucky and me, looking over at Steve.

With a quick blink, I stand behind Sam, "Boo,"

"Oh, I hate you for that,"

Bucky and I laugh as I blink once again stumbling to the ground as I land back at the wall I was sitting against.

"Ha! That's what you get!" I stick my tongue out at him dropping my head as I catch my breath.

"So how does it work (y/n)?"

"How does what work?" I ask my head still hanging as the world spins.

"I've seen you clench your fists but you didn't just now,"

"Oh," I open my palm to show him a glowing orb, flicking it in his direction so it lands at his feet, "I mean, I can teleport whenever, I don't have to do anything," I say now behind him, "I think it depends how far I want to go,"

"So if you went to the complex-"

I clench my fists so I'm there quickly grabbing water from the fridge before going back to wherever Steve is hiding us.

"Yup, I can't just blink that one,"

"But you don't always teleport when you clench your fists,"

"Well, I think about what I want to do," I open my hand showing a blue orb, "I want to heal? I'll think about that, teleport? I'll think about where I want to go and I'll go there and so on," I sigh sitting back against the wall.

"What else can you do?" asks Sam

"Oh, this," with a snap Bucky is on the floor an electric current from his arm into his body paralyzes him, "Zap," I snap again and it stops. He glares at me, his jaws clenched and I feel my heart stop.

"If you don't keep your memories. How do you know Bucky hurt you?"

"Muscle memory?" I shrug with a small smile, my attempt at a joke being just an attempt. The world starts spinning again and I close my eyes, "They would send the currents through our brain if we didn't cooperate, removing our memories right?"

"Yeah,"

"Every time I misbehaved...or broke his arm, I would get sent there and then Bucky would beat the shit out of me," I shrug, "I don't think he meant it,"

"I didn't," I still can't look him in the eyes

"It was like I was programmed to mess him up," I press my lips together, "My brain didn't care about the consequences, as long as my target was down,"

"What is your..." Sam looks for the right words with his hands, "Thing, the hand thing what is it?"

"Electric,"

"Really?"

I nod, "I don't know how but that's what the serum gave me. Strength, electricity, and teleportation,"

"And combat," Steve adds

"That too," I point at him standing up, putting my jacket back on. "Now what?"

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buckybarnesb-tch · 2 years

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The Curator-Alpha!Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes Alpha/Omega Oneshot

As an Omega people always expected you to be something you weren't. They expected flirty and sweet, cheerful and bubbly as most Omegas are, but that just wasn't you. You knew it disappointed your mother, she had all Alpha boys until you, her only girl and only child not born an Alpha. She dressed you up all your life, never letting you express yourself in the least, pink dresses and heels, fruity perfumes that 'enhanced Omega scents' and 'pretty' jewelry, she made you everything you hated and it made you hate her. You fought against everything she wanted and it made her hate you. When you left high school and decided not to travel in search of your Alpha as so many did but instead get a job and an apartment in the city she was livid and she told you not to come back until you were ready to cooperate or you found your Alpha and he fixed your behavior.

You found a roommate who became your best friend, Natasha, and got a job as an art curator. Your boss was quite a dick, making you do all the work and taking all the credit but the pay was good, at least for your half of the job, and you were able to get your paintings on display every now and again.

It's not that you didn't want an Alpha, but you didn't want to be controlled anymore, you wanted someone to love you, not own you and you couldn't see any modern Alpha doing that. So when the day came that you smelled your Alpha for the first time you did what no Omega has ever done in the history of human kind, you ran.

You were at the opening of a new art gallery, having hired an assistant for the event to take care of sales of paintings so you could handle everything else, meeting clients and making sure artists were happy was your main goal until you smelled it. It was a rush of firewood, pine trees and gunpowder. It was delicious and you turned, running into the kitchen quickly.

You used the other exit, continuing to work while trying to avoid the smell and being so busy walking around that you didn't notice until the party was almost over as you passed it that someone had bought your painting.

"Kelly! Someone bought my painting?" The girl grinned.

"Yes, he was very taken with it, and so unbelievably hot! He asked if you were here actually, he wanted to meet you." You smelled it again when you got close to the painting and instantly knowing your Alpha had smelled you on it. "There he is. Mr. Barnes!" She waved someone over and you looked up to see a man with just shy of shoulder length brown hair, a dark beard and bright blue eyes, even if he wasn't your Alpha this man would have caught your attention. "This is Y/n, you bought her painting." He wasn't listening to a thing Kelly said as he stared at you, 2 men walking behind him as if body guards.

"Hello Y/n. I'm James, I've been looking for you all night." I shook myself out of my daze as he took my hand, kissing my knuckle and turned my hand, smelling the scent gland at my wrist. His eyes rolled back into his head as he did, his body relaxing visibly and a smile making its way to his face.

"Yes well, tons to do when it's your party, actually I should be going." I tried to walk away but he grabbed my upper arm, quite gently but enough to let me know he wanted me to stay.

"Please? Don't go? I've been looking all night-actually I've been searching for years. Let me get you a drink?" I found myself nodding before I could stop and he tucked my arm into his delicately. He led me over to the bar, gesturing for his men to stay behind. "Tell me why you're running from me gorgeous." I looked up from my drink, stunned and just as I was about to lie he held up his hand. "Don't lie, please? Our bond is still growing but I learned to spot a lie in anyone quite a long time ago, I just ask for the truth Y/n, please?"

I hesitated but took a deep breath, deciding to go with the truth. "I spent my entire life being told what an Omega should be, how I should act and dress and talk and it wasn't me, I felt like I was being suffocated in so much shit that everyone else wanted me to be and I don't want an Alpha because I don't want it to happen all over again." He didn't interrupt me, didn't laugh or even smile, he just listened which was strange for me from an Alpha.

"I'm sorry that's how you grew up, it does sound uncomfortable. I don't want to control you however. I want my Omega to be just who she is, because who she is should be perfect for me, right?" I nodded, unsure of what else to do, completely shocked by this. "The only time I need you to act a certain way is when I'm in a business meeting and that, for the most part, won't concern you one bit. I never want you to be anything but happy with me, I also need to know that my Omega wants me to be myself as well-"

"Of course I do. It's not exactly like an Alpha needs to hide though, shouldn't you be that way all the time?" He shook his head.

"I run several companies, who I am to customers and employees and business partners, that's work me, I...I want to come home to someone I can just exist with and be happy." In that moment I was hit with a rush of longing and loneliness that caused me to whine audibly, putting down my glass and moving to hug my Alpha. He wrapped his arms around me as I did, burying his nose into my neck and breathing me in deeply having not an ounce of shame in it, so I did as well.

"I'm sorry you feel like that." I mumbled before feeling him kiss the side of my head.

"I'm sorry you do too my sweet girl. You're Alpha is going to take care of you, I promise. Please let me?" I whined again, nodding into his neck, content to stay in this position for the rest of my life.

"Y/n!" I heard my boss' voice scream and I groaned, tightening my hold on James. "Y/n! There you are! There are buyers upstairs-"

"Kelly is taking care of that tonight, remember? I'm doing everything else."

"Well it certainly looks like you've found something to do but may I remind you that you're on the clock." I was about to snap back at the man, suddenly pissed off at being treated like this to a level I never had before. That was when I realized it wasn't my emotions.

"If I ever hear you talk to her like that again I will be sure that you lose much more than your job." James snarled at him, his scent shifting and showing how angry he is, a scent that made me weak at the knees.

"Mr.Barnes! I'm so terribly sorry, I didn't recognize you-"

"So you treat all Omegas like that?"

"N-No! I mean, I-"

"So just my Omega?" The Beta who likes to think himself an Alpha was cowering like an Omega, and I was loving it.

"No! Of course not! I didn't know she was your Omega, she's not mated-she wasn't! I just need her to do her job-"

"She's been doing her job, so much so that she hasn't had 10 seconds to stop moving and take a breath to even meet me, do you think that's a good working environment? 'Cause I don't, you can go help that customer purchase something, can't you? Or do you not know how to do that?"

"Of course I do!" He snapped, not being able to resist being who he is, which is a bully. James didn't say anything else, pulling me closer to his side and just staring at the man who seemed to realize what he had done. "I apologize Mr. Barnes, I didn't mean-"

"My Omega is done for the night. From what I understand from everyone else that works here she runs this entire place, doing your job and hers and gets paid half the money. She is done here and I will be speaking to your bosses...and their bosses. Come my love, let's get you something to eat, you're starving." My mind questioned for a moment how he could tell before having a dumb moment and realizing he could feel it as he took my hand and pulled me away from my boss to the platters.

"Did you just quit my job for me? That's exactly the kind of behavior I meant when I-"

"I’m sorry." He cut me off, taking my face into his hands. "I know that that wasn't a great start but I refuse to let my Omega be abused and belittled. I have a new job for you, one that if everyone here is right about what you do, will be perfect for you and will pay you accordingly. I need a new curator at my gallery in the city, you'll have your own office, what that asshole was supposed to do will be done by a coworker and you'll just be doing what you're supposed to do, plus, your boss is a great guy, doesn't yell at his staff, pays appropriately, offers sick leave when needed for all designations, and I'm told he's pretty easy on the eyes." He blinked at me rapidly and I couldn't help my giggle, leaning my head onto his shoulder.

"You're sweet but I don't just want to be offered a job because I'm your Omega-"

"I understand, and you're not. I'm here tonight to meet the curator of this gallery and offer her a job, I've heard wonderful things about her and not so wonderful things about how she's treated, figured I could poach her easily you see...even easier still, it turns out she's my Omega. See how that works out?" He pulled out his phone and showed me his schedule that said at the bottom- 6pm: Meet with curator of Avengers gallery. "I've been looking for 2 people all night and only realized 5 minutes before I found you that they were the same person. Funny how things work out."

"It really is. What the hell, come here." I grabbed his jacket, pulling him down to me and pressing my lips to his hard, hearing him groan contently. "In that case, can we go get real food somewhere?"

"I would love to treat my Omega to dinner."

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kalimagik · 4 years

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Treacherous

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Based on the song “Treacherous” by Taylor Swift

Word Count: ~1,700

A/N: This is my first Bucky fic! But alas, it’s another Taylor Swift song because I can’t seem to break away even though I do have other content...oops! This idea was started by @marvelsswansong and @scrumptious-delusion and here it is! I may or may not have written two versions of this, but I had to pick one! I hope you all like it! <3

*GIF is not mine - credits to owner

Bucky was still healing and Hydra wasn’t completely out of his head yet. It was horrible for you to watch. Bucky was the love of your life. You weren’t ever supposed to meet him just like you weren’t supposed to fight in WWII. You had passed the required physical by convincing your brother to pose as you, but when you were caught, it was by Dr. Erskine. Luckily, he admired your tenacity. Apparently being stubborn and sassy could be a good thing that didn’t always get you in trouble. That’s how you wound up as a version of a super soldier and that was how you met and fell in love with Sergeant James Barnes.

The day Steve came back from a mission and told you that Bucky was lost, you were absolutely broken. Your heart shattered into a million pieces and you felt like there was no way you would ever recover. Feeling as though your world had been taken away from you, you became reckless and acted before thinking on missions. That’s how you wound up in that plane with Steve. That’s how the two of you were frozen in ice for over 60 years.

When you woke up, Steve was the only thing that was familiar in this new world. He was your brother and only sort of family. Granted, you adjusted much better than he did, but fighting the bad guys with the Avengers definitely made the transition easier. It felt like it was supposed to. Yet, still, a Bucky sized hole remained in your heart. That was until he reappeared as the Winter Soldier.

You were already on the run, but Steve became overprotective when they learned it was Bucky who worked for Hydra. You were completely incapacitated for months. You moved when Nat, Sam, and Steve did, but you were no help on missions. You didn’t start to regain your gusto until Bucky was secure and in hiding, with you. But, like I said, he was still healing.

One particularly bad night, Steve couldn’t even get Bucky to snap out of his trance. It was like they had found a way to take total control of him all over again.

“I can’t get him back this time, Y/N.” You could tell Steve was at his wits end. He could normally get a flash out of Bucky whenever he talked to him, but something was different tonight. The rain poured outside and the lightning and thunder were unrelenting. The team had just found a new hiding spot and everyone was on edge.

“Let me try…” you whispered. You hadn’t been able to be with Bucky alone since he came back to you.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Y/N/N.” He was still being so protective. Steve remembered the day he lost his two best friends all those days ago. Yes, Bucky was gone for real, but you were never really present. He was really just worried that Bucky would lose all control and hurt you. You and Bucky would never be able to heal if something like that happened.

“I can do it. You have to give me a chance, Rogers.” The stern use of his last name let Steve know that you meant business.

He nodded to show his unwilling agreement. “Be careful in there. I’ll be right outside if you need me.”

You timidly step into Bucky’s room. You’d been able see him be him in the group setting, so maybe you could just get him here too. The sight of him tearing at his restraints strained your heart.

Walking directly up to him, you kneeled in front of him, subtly letting him know that you were there.

“Buck? You in there?” you breathed out. Steve had warned you not to touch him ages ago, he was still adjusting, but something about tonight felt different.

“Bucky, put your lips close to mine,” you ordered in a still quiet voice. This was okay as long as they don’t touch, right?

His piercing blue eyes looked up. A flash of fury was in them. This caused your breath to hitch. Were you doing the right thing? Then the Bucky you knew and loved emerged. Everything in the room was out of focus as you were eye to eye until the gravity became too much. Bucky’s lips crashed onto yours as you felt all of the emotions that had come with your love story, losing him, finding him again, and up to that moment.

You knew he was with you, so you undid his restraints, taking a leap of faith. His strong arms encased you as he lifted you to take you to the bed. You knew this was dangerous, but with him being there, you knew that you would do anything he said if he said it with his hands. Motioning for you to turn over or come closer.

Steve’s warning flashing in the back of your mind. “I’d be smart to walk away,” you thought to yourself before he was kissing up your neck again, “but you’re quicksand.”

As you spent the night with the love of your life, you remembered that he was still recovering, but you loved him. The slope you were on is treacherous and the path you are taking is reckless, but if being with Bucky meant healing him, then you like it.

Waking up way before Bucky, you rolled over to watch his sleeping face. It was so relaxed and there was no sign of anguish on it.

You can’t stop yourself from reaching over and moving his hair out of his eyes. “I can’t decide if it’s a choice that I’m getting swept away,” you sigh, thinking about all the backlash you could receive for making the impulsive but right decision to stay with him.

Bucky begins to stir and when he opens his eyes, he realizes how near you are to him. Then the fear sets in that his Hydra brain could kick in at any moment. He jumps off the bed and rushes to put his clothes on.

“I shouldn’t be here with you, Y/N. It’s dangerous. I could hurt you!”

You watch in pain as he darts around the room. Before you know it, you hear the sound of your own voice and ask him, “Please. Stay.” Your wide E/C eyes plead with him, knowing he remembers your love story too.

Bucky eventually gives in. All you are in skin and bone when you’re together, trained to get along.

“Buck?” you pull his attention to focus on you. “I’ve set up a pretty good life for myself here. Forever going with the flow, but you’re friction. And I’m ready for it. I hope you know that.”

Not having any words, Bucky can only pull your lips onto his. He conveys everything he feels for you in that one kiss.

Bucky had been much better during the weeks following your night together. Steve didn’t understand it, but he trusted Bucky to be around you now. Everything was great...until the bombing.

“Bucky! Y/N! You need to get up!” Steve stormed into the room you two had been sharing. It was the middle of the night. “They think Bucky is the one who set off the bomb at the UN.”

“It couldn’t have been! He’s been right here,” you tried to explain.

“I know that! We have to get him out of here. They’re coming for him.”

Despite your heavy eyelids, you were moving at a quick pace. Packing the bare essentials, you led Bucky to the car you had been given by Tony to use.

“I will catch up with you two later. Get him somewhere safe!” Steve ordered, turning to deal with anyone who may show up to take Bucky away.

Two headlights shined through the sleepless night. They were only taking back roads. Y/N and Bucky were on the run.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You deserve better than this,” Bucky apologized over and over. Y/N was thinking about how she was going to get him alone. Cars were following them and would soon catch up.

“I’m going to hold them off. Okay?” Y/N let Bucky know of her plan.

“I can’t let you do that!”

“I have too!” Y/N begged, “I have to keep you safe. I can’t lose you a second time.” Bucky was arguing back, but only his name was echoing in her mind.

“No, Bucky! Listen to me. I’ve been putting myself in the way of danger for ages now. And I think you should know that nothing safe is worth the drive, but you need to keep going. I will follow you. I’ll follow you home, eventually. Okay?”

You pull the car over to the side of the road, sliding out the window as Bucky slides to the driver’s seat.

You stand to face the parade that followed you and Bucky, alone with the image of you and him somewhere beautiful together in the front of your mind. The hope that you will see him again soon raging through your body. This hope you feel is treacherous. The daydream getting you through is dangerous, but if you get to be with him again, the danger is worth it.

Fighting your way through the agents, you didn’t see a potential end. Losing energy and beginning to feel outnumbered, the hope starts to dim. That is until Steve, Nat, Sam, and some extra help show up.

“Y/N? Where’s Bucky?” Sam asked, swooping in to get some of the men out of your way.

“Safe for now!” You call back, nailing another agent with an uppercut.

“We’ve got them!” Steve announces, rolling in beside you. “You catch up with him!”

Nodding, you take off at a run towards one of the black cars. Knocking out the driver, you are able to take the wheel. You are feeling so tired now. Your eyes just want to close and sleep, but you know you can’t do that. You had told Bucky that you would get him alone. His name echoing through your mind was the only thing keeping you on the road right now. You were going to follow him home, somewhere safe.

Seeing his car up ahead you can’t help but say to yourself, “Bucky Barnes. I will always follow you home. This slope is treacherous, but I- I like it…”

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issa-me-addy · 4 years

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Better Than Words (OC x Bucky Barnes)

Corner’s

PART ONE/?

A/N: HELLO welcome to my chaos. This takes place in an AU after Spiderman: Homecoming where the Avengers have reassembled and the following all live in the Avengers tower: Tony, Pepper, Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Wanda and Vision. Peter Parker’s identity is still intact and he spends his free time training at the Avengers tower under a “Stark internship”.

also here is my masterlist!

Word Count: 2261

Warnings: fluff, mild angst, and slow burn

New city. New apartment. New job. New life.

Maya was ready, though. After living in her parents house up until her mid 20s, she was beyond prepared to leave and get the change of scenery she’s been craving since middle school. And with everything she did, everybody could see how sure of this she was.

She did everything without hesitation. She said yes to the Midtown School of Science and Technology without even taking the time offered to think about it. She signed the lease to the first studio apartment she found in Manhattan and she started packing the moment she knew the job and the apartment were hers.

By the beginning of June, Maya had moved everything to New York and was pushing her parents out of her apartment. But of course they insisted on staying.

“Just one night! I can make you dinner and help you organize the kitchen. We’ll be out of your hair by the morning.” Her mom practically begged, as she was, quite frankly very anxious about the entire move.

And of course Dad agreed, “I could install your shelves and build your bed frame so you don’t sleep on a mattress on the floor tonight.”

But Maya needed this. She couldn’t wait another night to fully embrace the reality of her new life.

“No, it is fine! Really!” Maya was already grabbing her mom’s purse, and fishing her dad’s keys out of the pile of junk on the kitchen counter. “I want you guys on the road before it gets too dark. Just make sure you call me when you get back to Philly!”

And through bewildered arguments at the daughter’s new found independence, Maya continued to walk them towards the door. She managed to yell over them, and then physically pushed them out of the apartment, “I love you! Drive safe! Dad, make sure to use your turn signals!”

And like a coming of age film, she closed the door, fixed all the locks, and pressed her back against the door of her studio, her eyes scanning the first thing that was completely and utterly hers. She took a breath and felt excitement like no other started to fill her veins.

Maya spent the rest of the night fixing the bathroom and then the kitchen. By 3 in the morning she was freshly showered and sitting on the floor of her living room with her back pressed against the couch. She smiled at the cluttered space, a piece of pizza in her hand, and Shrek 2 spinning in the DVD player.

For the next two weeks Maya spent her days unpacking, arranging, decorating, reading, online shopping, rearranging, and singing at the top of her lungs.

Most afternoons she’d go downstairs to the Corner Cafe that was renting the apartment to her. Maya would sit and work on transfer paperwork, brainstorm potential classroom setups, and draft book lists for the Fall semester. Every now and then she’d make conversation with the barista, a high school student named MJ. Maya would ask about local bookstores, where to get the best Thai food, and eventually about Midtown. They both laughed when they realized they’d probably be spending the school year together. Needless to say, Maya and MJ got along really well.

The following Friday afternoon, the Cafe was a bit more crowded. But all the same, Maya sat at her corner table by the pick up counter. She had always gravitated towards this spot, but now it was mostly to chat with MJ when things got slow and to cheer her on during the rushes. And MJ definitely needed a lot of support this shift.

And then to Maya’s disbelief Natasha Romanoff walked in.

It was an interesting scenario considering everyone knew who the Avengers were now, but what was far more interesting to Maya was the way no one paid any mind to her presence. She figured it was true what they said about New York: everyone just minded their own business, really. In any case, Maya didn’t feel any strong emotions towards being in the presence of known vigilantes, but she couldn’t help but feel her muscles tense when Natasha stood at the side of her table.

A few moments passed and before Maya could properly comprehend what she was doing, she opened her mouth. “Would you like to sit?”

Natasha was taken aback but nodded appreciatively, smiled and pulled the chair opposite to Maya and sat down. “Thanks, stranger.” Natasha’s knees were facing the counter though, an elbow each on the back of her chair and another on the table they were now sharing.

A handful of moments passed again and Maya let out an exasperated groan after realizing that she, yet again, sent the wrong attachment to her new boss.

Natasha’s fingers were now rapping rhythmically, against the wooden table top and then she spoke up. “Rough day?”

Maya was a bit razzled, despite the fact that she was the one that opened up the possibility of a conversation just moments ago. “Uh, yes and no? It's just a new job. It's a bit overwhelming, you know?”

It was only after the words came out of her mouth that Maya realized she shouldn’t have said her job was overwhelming to a person who fought crime for a living. She bit her tongue and braced herself for a laugh but it didn’t come.

“You’ll get a hang of it.” It was at this moment that MJ called Natasha’s name out. She stood and pushed in her chair before grabbing the little white baggy off the counter. “Try one of the pastries. I promise it’ll make you feel a bit better; they’re the best in the whole city.”

Maya gave her a small smile and a nod, “I’ll do that! Have a good night.”

“You too, Stranger.” Natasha proceeded to pinch the little bag between her teeth, rummaging through her pockets and walking towards the exit

In the following weeks, the interactions only became more frequent. It was probably every other day that the two would see each other at Corners.

At first it was Hellos and Goodbyes but eventually Natasha would sit at the same table with Maya while waiting for her order to be ready, not that it ever took all that long. Before the end of the month, the two exchanged names and Maya was happy to find that Natasha actually preferred to be called Nat.

Shortly after the proper introductions Nat started to enjoy her pastry at the table with Maya before leaving.

Very quickly, Maya grew tired of the same courteous conversations and started talking about her new teaching job and Nat helped in large part with all of Maya’s online shopping decisions. Sometimes Maya was afraid of coming off as self centered but she was pretty wary of asking Nat about her life outside of the coffee shop. But, fortunately Nat was much more interested in classroom decor and keeping updated with Maya’s personal challenge of trying every possible drink MJ was willing to make.

By July, Nat started bringing the other Avengers by for coffee runs.

Maya immediately hit it off with Steve. After finding out that Maya was a literature teacher, Steve would talk about how reading was his favorite pastime pre-serum and that he’d love to visit the classroom one day. He even geeked about the latte art that MJ would do in the wide mouth mugs for Maya. She and Nat did not miss the opportunity to laugh about this when Steve excused himself to use the bathroom.

It was peculiar though. Nat would tease that Maya and Steve were a literal match made in heaven. She’d go on about their overlapping interests and how smoothly they got along from the beginning. Maya had to think about it, though. On one hand, Maya thought, who wouldn’t want to be of interest to Captain America himself?

But alas, Maya was the kind of girl who believed in the kind of love that you felt in your gut. And despite the blush on her cheeks when Nat talked about the two of them, Maya didn’t feel it in her gut.

Weeks had passed and Maya had grown accustomed to greeting Nat, Steve, Pepper, Sam & Wanda whenever they made their way into Corners. None of them really stopped to chat, except for Nat and Steve, but Maya thought it was still nice to share small smiles and waves with the rest of them.

In the back of her mind, Maya thought a lot about the rest of the Avengers. She was well aware of Tony Stark and heard things about Vision in passing, but Nat eventually clarified that Tony doesn’t get his own coffee and Vision still doesn’t entirely comprehend the act of food consumption.

Truly, Maya was most curious about Steve’s best friend, Bucky. Steve did talk about him in passing from time to time but Maya knew to not straightforwardly ask about him. She knew the bare minimum about The Winter Soldier from the Daily Bugle and the tabloids. And knowing that Steve was his best friend, Maya bit her tongue despite all the questions flooding her mind whenever his name came up.

It was the last week of July when Nat finally brought Bucky to Corners.

In Maya’s mind, aside from meeting Nat, Bucky’s introduction was the most memorable. When she thought long and hard about it, it was mostly because of the fact that Bucky’s first impression was distinctly different from the rest of them-- less chirpy, you could say.

When the two of them walked in, Nat basically made a beeline for Maya’s little table and greeted her right away.

“Hey, Nat! Pastry or coffee today?” Maya hummed, barely looking up from her laptop. She was intensely focused on finishing a thought about her lesson plan before properly opening herself up to conversation.

Nat sat to the right of Maya, her back facing the counter. Then, Nat gestured for Bucky to sit in her usual spot, across from Maya.

“Pastries! I caught ol’ Bucky here snagging some of my extras in the middle of the night, so I decided to let him in on the secret.”

Maya nodded before properly looking up, “Sounds like quite the racoon to me,” a small smile forming on her face. Then she lifted her eyes from her computer screen and there he was. Maya’s stomach turned in the most peculiar way.

Bucky had on a hoodie and his hair was tied up in a low ponytail. The hood wasn’t up on his head but instead fluffed up enough to come up around the bottom of his ears and his hands were in his pocket, resting in his lap underneath the table. He seemed hesitant to hold any eye contact with her, which Maya didn’t take offense to, but he did manage to look at her for a moment.

He gave the smallest acknowledging grin before saying, “Hello, I’m James.”

Nat was preoccupied during this small moment, busy trying to wave down MJ who was in the middle of pulling a shot of espresso. “MJ! Just the pastries today, but make it a double order, please!”

Nat turned back to Maya before she could properly introduce herself to Bucky.

“Yeah, he caught me with a jam filled one last week and has been snatching them ever since.”

Maya smiled at this. “So what? The jig is up? Everyone in the tower knows that tough Natasha Romanoff is obsessed with flakey pastries?” She loved to tease Nat, but some of her joy was being overcome by the tension she was creating in her own mind about even looking at Bucky.

Hearing him chuckle at her remark did help her muscles ease up though.

“Ha. Ha,” Nat dully retorted. “The only reason I decided to share my secret with him is because he won’t tell a soul. It’d be much easier for me to gain my dignity back if I got caught, but he would lose most of, if not all of his tough guy credentials.”

Maya giggled in response before looking straight into Bucky’s eyes and reassuring him, “Don’t worry. Even if you get caught I think Corner’s pastries are well worth losing your street cred.”

Bucky chuckled and brought his flesh hand up to rub his index finger underneath his nose. “I think you’re right, doll. I’d risk it all for another raspberry one.”

Maya felt a wave of mixed emotions following Bucky’s response. She felt her skin grow hot after processing the outdated nickname and only hoped that her complexion wasn’t visibly compromised. All the while though, she was glad to have been able to have any kind of conversation with him.

Fortunately for Maya, she didn’t have to withstand that burning feeling for much longer because MJ called out Nat’s name and she was quick as a cat to grab the little white bags off the counter.

Nat patted her hand on Maya’s shoulder, not even bothering to sit back down. She looked at Bucky and nodded her head towards the door. “Alright, Maya! We’re out. I’ll see you next time.”

“Yeah, get back safe,” Maya responded, her hand reached up and patted Nat’s knuckles as Bucky pushed in his chair. “It was nice to meet you, James.”

“You too, Maya,” and with that, Bucky gave a small wave and pulled his hood up as he and Nat made their way out the door and down the street.

Maya watched until they were out of sight.

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weirdlyokaywithit · 4 years

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Kiss the Girl pt 2

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: smutty thoughts, Disney princesses, swearing, smart ass remarks

This is the second part of @valkyriesryde’s writing challenge, this is late but better late than never.

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You woke with a start, a scream tearing out of your throat and tears pouring down your face. Hands fisted in sheets, you were absolutely drenched in sweat and your chest was heaving.

“It’s not real, it’s not real, it’s not real,” you whispered to yourself.

Your clock glared 3:42AM in neon green letters, you knew you weren’t going to be able to go back to sleep. After a few deep breaths to steady your breathing and heart rate, you swung your legs out and got up from your bed. You decided to go ahead and start your day, the gym would likely be empty since it was the middle of night.

After pulling on workout clothes, you took the elevator down to the gym and upon entry JARVIS greeted you and asked if you would like your usual workout playlist. After Kevin Gates started blaring through the speakers, you took a shot of pre-workout and started your warm-up. You were already pouring sweat when the doors to the elevator opened and revealed a tired Bucky Barnes, you called for JARVIS to pause the music. When the music stopped, you sat on one of the benches and Bucky shuffled over to sit next to you.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked softly.

“Just another nightmare,” you replied, wiping sweat from your brow and swigging out of a water bottle.

“Can I workout with you?” Bucky asked.

“You know you don’t have to ask me that, I told you when you got here that you could workout with me any time you want,” you replied, giving him a nudge with your elbow.

“I’ve seen your workouts, you trying to torture yourself?” Bucky joked.

He wasn’t wrong necessarily, your workouts were designed to push your body so that your mind would stop. You stood up and laughed, you walked over to the free weights section and set up for an intense leg day now that Bucky was joining you. You both got to work on lifting and the silence didn’t bother you like you thought it would, the grunts and semi-laboured breathing.

“I can’t go back to sleep, after they happen,” you said, softly.

Bucky’s ocean eyes found mine, he sucked in a deep breath and pushed through the rest of his set before the bar hit the floor.

“I can’t either, they just start all over again,” Bucky replied, he wiped sweat from his forehead with his forearm.

You nodded, “Do you think we’ll ever not have them?”

Bucky’s face softened at the sound of your words, you could see that he was just as tired of plaguing nightmares as you were. He strode the few feet over to stand in front of you and placed his hand on your shoulder, you leaned into the contact.

“I gave up hope a long time ago, I hope that you don’t have them forever,” his words were low and they wrapped around you warmly.

Tears welled in your eyes and he pulled you into his arms, his large hand softly stroking your hair as he shushed you. You wound your arms tightly around his waist and held on like he was your lifeline as you silently cried into his chest. He crooned your name in your ear, and swayed with you softly back and forth. Your tears slowly stopped and you just let him hold you like that, it was so intimate and it felt… right being that close to him. You forced yourself to pull away from his arms and wipe your face off.

“Wanna spar now?” You asked, avoiding his eyes.

The two of you sparred for hours, until Steve eventually came down looking for you two, you were both a mess, gasping for air and disheveled. Bucky would spar with you until you couldn’t take anymore, that was why you two always worked well on missions together. Steve made you and Bucky hit the shower and then show up on time for breakfast, insisting that Tony was gonna have your heads if you weren’t on time.

After breakfast you decided you needed some downtime and so you ended up in the media room binging Criminal Minds. You were a good six episodes in when JARVIS greeted Bucky as he walked in, your head popped up over the back of the couch and saw him leaning against the doorway. You immediately paused the episode and motioned for him to come sit with you.

“You can come watch with me if you want, it’s a little dark but the character development is honestly worth getting through some of the freaky parts,” you said as Bucky plopped down next to you. Bucky motioned for you to hit play and he snorted as soon as he saw Reid, and glanced over at you with a small smirk on his face.

“Yeah, now I see what you were talking about, Y/N, you’re really here for the character development,” He snarked.

“Hey, now, you may think Spence is a dork but that man has three PHDs, and he could throw me around any day,” you joked.

Bucky snorted and shoved you, “Hey now! I don’t have three PHDs and I throw you around almost everyday.”

You burst into laughter at that and Bucky couldn’t help but join in after you started wheezing and tears came leaking out. It was JARVIS announcing Sam and Steve behind you that had yours and Bucky’s laughter coming to a halt, they were both holding giant bowls and Steve had a hold of one of Tony’s fedoras.

“Lady and gentlemen, it is now time for our next movie showing. Bucky you need to draw so we can get this show on the road,” Sam said jovially.

Bucky rolled his eyes and stuck his hand behind him, Steve moved so his hand was in the hat and Bucky dramatically drew the piece of paper out. He opened it and announced that we would now be watching Beauty and the Beast, you grinned because you knew Bucky would like some parts of this film. Even you could admit that Beauty and the Beast was pretty good, it had funny moments and wholesome ones.

“YES! Now, tin man, you just need to prepare to be wowed by the GREATEST princess movie of all time!” Sam crowed and plopped on the other couch.

“Yeah, yeah, bird brain, pipe down over there and let the movie speak for itself,” you reminded Sam.

Steve chuckled, “JARVIS, please start Beauty and the Beast.”

“Of course, Mr. Rogers,” JARVIS responded and the Disney music started.

Bucky scooched closer to you and eventually his shoulder was touching your own, the contact sent the usual butterflies into a frenzy and goosebumps started down your back. You watched as the beautiful Belle sang her way through the village and tried to ignore the nagging voice in your head that was telling you to lay your head on Bucky’s broad shoulder. After continuing to watch absentmindedly, a large warm hand landed on your thigh just above your knee. Your eyes snapped to Bucky’s hand currently on your leg, thumb softly rubbing circles just above your knee sending electric pulses straight to your core. You peered over at him through your lashes, his eyes were locked on the screen but his lips were pulled into a soft smirk.

God, his lips, they were so damn distracting, he was so damn distracting. All you could think about were his lips kissing their way down your neck, breasts, and stomach to the one place you needed them most. You wanted to tangle your fingers through his chestnut locks and ride his tongue like your life depended on it. You felt a rush of wetness between your thighs and you bit your lip as you prayed that he would never stop rubbing his thumb in those delicious circles on your skin.

You snapped your attention back to reality when Bucky leaned over and whispered in your ear, “Okay, Sam might have you on this one, doll. I mean seriously, the teacup, c’mon?”

“Oh chill out, you haven’t even started to witness greatness yet,” you whispered back.

Bucky chuckled softly and his warm breath lingered for just a second and you relished having his mouth so close to you, relished the feeling of Bucky Barnes whispering in your ear. You smiled softly at the man next to you and he returned it with a cheeky grin, his hand giving your thigh a tiny squeeze. You trained your eyes on the screen in front of you and forced yourself to watch the rest of the movie wtih wild thoughts about Bucky running through your mind. Before you knew it, Tale as Old as Time started pouring through the speaker and you took a deep breath.

As soon as the credits started rolling, Bucky’s hand slid up your thigh before it left your leg and he looked over at you with a goofy grin on his face. The sight of his smile made your heart skip a beat or maybe stutter, you couldn’t decide which but your heart was going haywire. The lights flicked on overhead and you stretched your arms over your head before getting up, Sam was serenading the room with his rendition of Be Our Guest. You and Bucky shared a look before both snickering at your friend, Steve was by the door shaking his head.

“So, tin man, what did you think of my pick? It was wonderful, wasn’t it?” Sam goaded, giving Bucky a small shove.

“Birdman, there was a talking candlelabra,” Bucky snorted, and you grinnned.

“Oh, don’t you talk about my man, Lumiere liike that!” Sam exclaimed.

Steve laughed heartily as you mocked Sam behind his back, he spun around and you quickly dropped all expression from your face but it was too late he definitely saw you. Sam scooped you up around your knees and tackled you into the couch, you cried out in surprise and before you knew it Sam was ripped off of you and Bucky was standing worriedly close.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, concern written all over his face.

“Yeah, I’m fine, seriously it was more of a shocked sound than anything,” you reassured him and took the hand he offered to help you up.

“But, I am starving so can we get food?” You asked with a playful smile.

Bucky grinned and motioned for you to lead the way so you did, heading up to the shared level. While everyone was in the elevator, you bickered about what to eat and none of you could agree so you decided to just do your own thing.

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Fragments - Chapter 3

Bucky Barnes x Mom!reader

Summary: Y/n, Bucky and Grace have breakfast together. Bucky opens up more about what he’s going through, so does Y/n.

Word count: 2.3k

Chapter Warnings: Feelings. A little bit of angst. Some bad words maybe.

A/N: I’m back! Well, I don’t know if I will stay active for long but at least I finished this chapter...it took me soooo long. I hope you will like it and I hope I will be able to write the next one ASAP! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

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'We'll be there in ten minutes' says the message Y/n has sent to bucky. It's been fifteen actually, sixteen minutes since that message and Bucky's leg can't stop hopping up and down under the white table of the cafeteria. He puts his left hand on it trying to stop the movement with no success. The door opens catching his attention: Y/n and her little girl are standing there looking for Bucky in the crowded local; when Grace sees the man she can't stop a joyful scream while running towards him to hug him.

"Hey, little girl!" Says Bucky "how's it going?" He asks. "I'm not little! I'm a big girl" she corrects him. Y/n giggles sitting at the table only moments later. "Hey Bucky, I'm sorry we're late" She apologies to him. "Oh don't be, I was just a little worried, but that's on my anxiety" he giggles the stress away. "I'll send you more texts next time" she laughs lightly. "It...seems fair" he adds forgetting the previous stress. "You know I colored a picture yesterday, Bucket!" The little girl cuts their laughing off by tugging Bucky's sleeve. "Oh really? What was it?" He asks while Grace climbs up to his lap. "It was me and the big dog from the park hugging like you and mommy did yesterday" the two adults cheeks burn to the ears. "Okay sweetheart, what do you want for breakfast?" Y/n tries to change the subject. "Coffee!" the girl says joyfully. "Grace, coffee is for grownups. Like mommy and Bucky. Would you like some milk and brownies?" Her mom smirks at her trying to convince her. "Mommy, I'm a big girl now" She pouts. Bucky whispers something to the little's ear and her eyes widen in joy hugging the man's chest tightly. Y/n is confused and watches him baffled. He nods his head letting her know everything is under control while a waitress picks up their order.

While waiting for their food, the tension starts growing and Grace is not helping anymore with the conversation as she plays with the plates of Bucky's arm. "So, Uhm, about the prosthetic, you wanted to talk about it, didn't you?" Y/n asks. "Yes, it's about the funds" he says. "Oh, is there a problem?" She's concerned and starts picking at her nails. "Well, not a problem but a change" he sighs "Grace won't be in Stark's project, it wouldn't be fair to those who were previously chosen, but she'll still have her arm, I will personally pay it since I broke it." Y/n was speechless, a mix of thankfulness for the kind act and stubborn pride that doesn't want him to pay for everything. "I...I don't know what to say" are the only words that escape her mouth. She tries to cover her tears flowing with a smile. "Hey hey, it's okay" Bucky says putting a hand on her shoulder. "Is mommy sad?" Grace asked. "No honey...mommy's really happy" Y/n says wiping off the salty drops "really happy" she repeats. As the food arrives, Grace gets off Bucky's lap and sits between the adults devouring her breakfast in a second. "Mommy I finished" she turns to bucky and he nods. "Bucket told me that to be a big girl I have to listen to you" Y/n nods. "I ate everything so I am a real big girl now" Y/n still nods while Bucky looks at Grace intrigued. "Can I drink your coffee, please?" Grace asks with the most joyful smile of all. Bucky burst into laughs and Y/n is taken back. "So that was what you secretly talked about uh" Y/n smiles "Oh no no" Bucky corrects her "I just told her to be good, the coffee part is completely hers". They both laugh while Grace, in all seriousness, continues to talk about how she deserves that coffee "I'm sorry Bucky, today she woke up with this thing of being a big girl, she just doesn't stop saying she is an adult and stuff like that" she smiles at him "Oh that's not a problem, I lived with the most stubborn boy in Brooklyn eighty years ago, I know how it feels like" he giggles "Well, you weren't Steve's mom, poor woman" Y/n says still smiling while Bucky, at Steve and Sarah's mention, suddenly loses his joy. "Uhm yeah, It felt like it before...before everything happened" he struggles to say the entire sentence without crying. Y/n notices the weird uneasiness and the sad tone in his voice. "Hey, do you want to talk about it?" She suggests. "I don't want to ruin your morning, the baby doesn't need to hear about my messy mind and I bet you have more important things to do" he stares at his hands without looking up to them. "Okay, I'll call this friend of mine so she will pick up Grace to my apartment and we can stay here and talk" she dials Lucy's number on her phone "or we can go everywhere else, just as you like" she says. "Thanks, but I don't want to pity you" he responds. "You are not pitying me, I'll talk about my messy life too if this helps you" she gives him a wide smile before calling her friend.

"Thank you so much, Lucy" Y/n said. "No problem" she nudges her "just...use protections" she winks and laughs Y/n sighs "I'll call you when I'm on my way home" she turns to Grace "Alright princess, say goodbye to Bucky, aunt Lucy will stay with you" she smiles at her baby "Bucket I'll miss you" the little girl pouts "Oh no, come give me a hug" Bucky melts in the little arms "I'll see you next week, little one" he kisses her little head "Bye Mommy" Grace waves at Y/n trough Lucy's car window.

Y/n returns in the cafè and sits back with Bucky. "Uhg, how can you be so calm without her" he says. She arches a brow at him, asking an explanation . "She's gone for 5 minutes and I can only think about how bad I want a little hug from her...God I sound so creepy" he mumbles. "Oh, I'm just pretending to be calm" she nervously laughs "it's been almost 5 years but I can't stand being far from her for too long. Please distract me from my cute daughter" they both bursts into laughs. "It's been a lot since I've laughed like this" he looks sad now "I feel like back in the 30s once again" he sadly scoffs. Y/n puts a hand on his left shoulder. "Do you miss him?" She asks. "Like fresh air. I just don't understand why he did that" he shakes his head. "Do you mean why he sacrificed for us?" She giggles "I mean, it's kinda obvious why..." she adds furrowing her brows. "Is that what you know?" He's shocked "you think he sacrificed? Oh wow" he laughs sarcastically "I've seen it on the news...he died with Ironman, didn't he?" She asks. Bucky can't hold himself by facepalming. "God no...this must remain between us, understood?" Y/n nods. "Uhm, first of all, Steve lived through Thanos okay? After Stark's funeral he had to do one last mission in the past, yeah we can time travel, I think... by the way, before this mission he told me that he wasn't coming back, that I should have moved on quickly and that Sam and the others would be with me if I needed. He...he completed the mission and after that, he went in the 40s and lived his life with Peggy Carter...they were a thing at that time and he never stopped loving her. Steve's still alive, he's really old but alive. I know Sam visits him once a week but...I can't. I feel like he abandoned me...he knew where HYDRA kept me but he did nothing to save me" finally, he lets out everything and cries all his emotions. Y/n embraces him, protecting him from something they didn't know "I'm sorry...I think I can understand what do you mean, sort of" she says "How?" He asks "Has your best friend left you after a century of friendship?" He adds laughing tauntingly. "No, but I know how it feels being abandoned" she leaves a shaky breath. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asks wiping his tears. Y/n nods. "In 2018, before the Thanos things, I was happily married, I was nailing it with work, everything was just perfect. My husband, ex-husband's name is Jacob. I still love him with all my heart even if he doesn't anymore. At that time we were trying to have a baby, we wanted a big family with lots of kids so here comes Grace. The day I found out I was pregnant, you were in Wakanda, fighting for us. I didn't have the time to tell me about the baby. I was destroyed by his death and had a little pregnancy scare because of the stress. But everything else went well during the pregnancy and Grace was born healthy and even bigger than the average. During the pregnancy and labor, it was only me and Lucy, she's been my anchor many times. I had bad baby blues and I was diagnosed with post-partum depression and it didn't help with the special needs that had Grace. It was probably the worst time of my life. I eventually got through it and moved on, I even dated once when Grace was almost three" she laughed" The final punch arrived when you guys saved the universe and Jacob came back. I was the happiest person alive and Grace wanted to meet her dad so much. He wasn't that happy tho. When he saw Grace he was, of course, confused but he didn't believe she was his. He left us and didn't come back since. I...I didn't take well that too and to be honest, when we've met, it was the first time I went out in weeks. It's been a rough time lately" she sighs "I don't even know how I wake up every day now...I have the fear that Grace is growing more without me than with me, and this is fucking scary. I should be her reference point, I'm her mother for Christ's sake! All I can do is pitying myself, crying and staying alone! And now that I've met you, I feel like I don't deserve to feel bad, others suffer more than me." She covers her face putting it on the table in front of them "I didn't want to cry today but it's harder than I thought" she huffs and cries. Bucky gently kisses her head while soothing her sobs with a hand in the back before becoming a wiping mess himself.

"It felt good today, talking with you, you know?" He says outside her house. He accompanied her home after they recover from the public crying session. "Me too, we should talk more often" she giggles. "Are you free next week?" He asks. She feels heat rising up her face and a knot in the stomach. "Uhm yeah, I think I am" They stare at each other for a while. "I think I might head in" she breaks the silence "Oh yeah of course. Thanks again Y/n" he leans to hug her "Thank you Bucket" she highlights his name in his arms He laughs "you should teach that baby how to say my name" they pull off the embrace. "Send me a text when you're home" she goes to the front door "Ok! Have a nice rest of the day doll" he says before leaving "Thanks, you too" she enters the house.

"Mommy! You're back" Grace jumps in her arms. "Where is aunt Lucy?" Y/n asks her daughter "She's in the kitchen. It's lunchtime!" The baby says happily. Y/n picks up her baby girl and goes to the kitchen. "Hey Lucy, I'm back" she greets her friend "Hey mama, how was your date?" Lucy smirks at her friend "It was not a date, come on" Y/n laughs. "Mommy, what's a date?" Grace asks. "It's when two people hang out, they go to the restaurant, the cinema or the park sometimes" she answers "Like us when we play at the park?" The girl asks again "Grace, baby, a date is between two people that like each other okay? It's special and you should not date every boy or girl that asks you okay?" Lucy explained "So Mommy and Bucket are special?" She asks "No, Bucky and I are not special because it wasn't a date!" Y/n is almost annoyed. "I want to be special to Bucket! I like him" Grace shouts giggling You all laugh when your phone buzzes, you take it out. When you read the name on it your smile fades away. Lucy notices it. "What happened?" The friend questions "I need to pick this up, it's Jacob" Y/n sits Grace on the counter and goes to her room.

"Hello?" "Hey, um, it's me. It's Jacob" he responds. "What do you want?" She says harshly. "I think I've made a mistake. I talked to some people and...Christ, I was confused, I still am...but I believe you, and I want to be in our daughter's life" As he says that you receive a message, probably from Bucky. "I can't suffer anymore, and I don't want to let Grace suffer too...I don't know if I can do this" she breathes shakily "Please, I still love you, but I understand if in the meantime you found someone else, I just wanna do the right thing for her" he pleads while a sob escapes her mouth. "Let me think about it okay?" She sniffles "I'll let you know when I'm ready" she continues "Fine... You don't have to answer this...but today I saw you with a guy...is he...Uhm are you together?" He asks "It's not your business, Jacob" she is angry now. "He's dangerous, babe, he's the Winter Soldier" he says preoccupied "And you're an asshole, Bucky is not my boyfriend, and even if he was, or will ever be, it's none. of. your. goddamn. business!" Y/n hangs up and throws the phone on the bed, forgetting the message.

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