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make-me-imagine · 11 months

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Flowers and Courage

Plot: After Bucky fears he might lose his chance with you, he finally finds the courage to tell you how he feels.

Prompts: 'Secret admirer' + "I'm tired of hiding how I feel about you."

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gn!Reader

Requested By: Anonymous (a left over request from Valentines Day)

A/n: Sorry its so short and kind of sucks lol I had some trouble getting it down.

Words: 1.1k

Bucky was deep in thought as he sat at the bar, his hands slowly turning the glass in his hands as he thought about what to do. He wasn't sure how long he had been here already, but it felt like time had slowed down since he sat down to think.

He felt like he was in grade school all over again. Uncertain of how to tell his crush how he feels, so instead he just leaves them secret notes and candy.

But he wasn't a child anymore, and you weren't just a crush. He had never felt anything so deep and real for anyone before. And he had never found something so hard as he did confessing to you.

It was supposed to be easy, show up at your doorstep with flowers. Allow them to lead into a natural confession. But the second you opened your door, and your eyes cast over the flowers, causing a look of surprise over your face, he panicked.

"These were in front of your door." He said suddenly, feeling all courage he thought he had dissipate.

"Oh really?" You asked with growing curiosity as you took them. "I wonder if they were left at the wrong door."

Bucky felt disappointment and anger at himself wash over him as he held back on saying they were definitely for you.

That had happened months ago. And ever since then, it had become habit for him to hide how he felt. The coffees and flowers left to you randomly at work were thought of as kind gestures of a stranger.

When in reality it was Bucky. Showing his feelings for you the only way it seemed he could. Secretly.

He admired you from afar, adored you really. But was your friend up close, showing no real evidence of how he felt, or so he thought, and hoped.

Bucky thought it was fine, it could become the normal, it had become the normal. Until yesterday, when he overhead another agent talking to you, flirting shamelessly.

And then the man had the audacity to take credit for the flowers and the coffees, everything Bucky had done for you. This ass-hat had swooped in taken all the credit, trying to sweep you off your feet.

It infuriated Bucky, but he held back, not wanting to make a scene, or throw the man through a window.

So here he was, trying to find what courage he could through the anger to tell you once and for all how he felt about you.

Downing the last of his drink, Bucky slapped some money down and left, determination anchored in his heart as he made his way towards your apartment.

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As you pulled open your door, your heart leapt in you chest as you saw Bucky standing at your doorstep. You always felt that same wave of nervousness and butterflies when you saw him, even though you had known him, and been friends for years.

Your eyes cast down to his hands and you felt your chest clench. Flowers. Were they for you? Were they from him? Were they left at your doorstep again? Were they from the agent from work?

Out of all of those options, you hoped they would be from Bucky. Just like you had hoped they were the first time.

"Bucky, hi!" You greeted with a bright smile. "Come in!"

He smiled, but you could tell something was off, he seemed nervous, and that only added to your own anxieties.

As he stepped into your apartment he cleared his throat, handing you the flowers that had been in his hands, you noticed his knuckles were white as he gripped them before letting go.

"These are for you."

"Oh-" You hesitated for a moment "Were they left at the door step again?"

The first time this happened, when Bucky told you the flowers were left at your doorstep you were disappointed. But something told you they had really been from him. Maybe it was just you being hopeful.

Bucky shook his head and spoke, his voice softer than you had been expecting. "No, they're from me."

He saw your eyes widen as your face brightened up and he felt a wave of relief and triumph wash over him.

"Thank you, but- what are they for?" You asked cautiously, yet curious.

A thousand thoughts seemed to cross Bucky's mind in the span of a second as he froze, before he cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck.

"They- uh, there-" he sighed before laughing dryly "I used to be better at this."

You smiled "Better at what Buck?"

He met your eyes and saw nothing but your familiar kindness, and a hint of encouragement, even eagerness.

"Confessing."

You felt as thought your heart stopped as your breath hitched in your throat.

Bucky continued before you could respond. "Those flowers from a few months ago, they weren't left on your doorstep, I got those for you too, I just...panicked"

You repressed a giggle "You...panicked?"

"I know." He laughed softly. "I don't know I just- I was afraid you wouldn't feel the same, and that it would ruin what friendship we had. So I kept it to myself. I left you coffees and flowers at your desk after that" he saw your face turn to realization "And yesterday I heard that douc- that guy tell you he did it, and it pissed me off. But I realized it was my fault, for not having told you earlier. So I decided to tell you. Because- because I'm tired of hiding how I feel about you. I care about you much more than I have anyone in my life. And I don't want to lose you or any chance I might have of being with you. "

He watched you closely as you looked down at the flowers, watching as a smile slowly spread across your face. "I knew he didn't leave them for me. He made it so obvious he was lying." You looked up and met Bucky's eyes "And honestly, I had a feeling it might have been you, but I was too afraid to get my hopes up. Because I feel the same about you Bucky, everything you said, I feel it too."

You saw a wave of relief and happiness cross his face as you spoke. Suddenly he stepped closer, reaching up and gently touching your cheek as he smiled. "I wasted quite a bit of time, didn't I?"

You shrugged as your grin widened "Nothing you can't make up for."

Sorry it ended so abruptly, I literally could not get anything else out of my brain lol

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fluffysucker · 6 months

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Desperate People find faith.

Bucky Barnes x reader

An accident mends your broken heart.

A/N: Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female.

I read this amazing oneshot, and I couldn't stop thinking about this idea. So I added my own twist to it. Thanks to the wonderful writer for sharing it and for inspiring me.

Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated. Opinions really matter to me

TW: Bullets and blood. Mentions of torture but nothing explicit

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You knew you shouldn't have done it. You should have stayed home. What could barely be described a home. You should have minded your business. You should have acted like the civilian you are now. You shouldn't have done it. But your loyalty to Steve wouldn't have let you

The image of the cheap copy so-called Captain America holding the shield blasting all over the news was a hit. A gut-wrenching hit. There was a guy who was taking the place of your childhood best friend, the man you called brother, the fearless leader. And he looked happy doing so. Then the blond had the audacity to say that Steve felt like a brother to him. You felt physical pain that you almost threw up.

Rationality went out the window. Before you knew any better, you were tracking down the man who was handed your friend's legacy. The man who gave it away when there was nobody more deserving than him. It wasn't hard to know exactly where Sam Wilson was. You were aware he joined the Air Force once again. So you hijacked the location of his next mission, demanding answers.

But it appeared that you weren't the only one who had the same plan. As you were talking to Sam, trying to be as nice as you could, giving him the benefit of the doubt, telling him you weren't here to judge or pick a fight. You just wanted an explanation. You heard him.

"Shouldn't have given up the shield."

His voice was filled with anger. But you could hear the sadness hidden in his tone. Sam scuffed, walking away from you as well. You turned around and you saw him. The love of your life. Quite literally.

You fail to recall a time you weren't in love with James Buchanan Barnes. Growing up together, your trio was inseparable. You would never see one without the others. From the age of three till your twenties, the three of you were more than family.

Despite loving Steve like the brother you never had, the same couldn't be said about his best friend. Your feelings for the brunette were never platonic. Neither were his. In the second grade, he promised to marry you once he got older. And he did. He kneeled to the ground with a beautiful golden ring for you once he secured a job. It was the easiest yes in your life.

Loving him came to you naturally. Stolen glances. Sweet words. Fast heartbeats. Shy smiles. Gentle touches. You were each other first everything. It was like you were made for each other. Like you were born to love him.

And he was your perfect man. Every woman envied you. Every woman hoped to have someone look at her like he looked at you. Every woman wished for a man who treated her the way he treated you. Every woman prayed for a man to love her that much.

Bucky Barnes was head over heels in love with you. And he made sure he showed it.

You were the luckiest girl.

Up until your luck ran out. War knocked on your door like a hurricane, destroying your life.

You remember the night before Bucky was shipped. When you went home after what couldn't be called a double date at Stark expo. The promises the both of you made. Your dream wedding. Your house. Your family. Your kids. All of it. Your future. And you believed him. You couldn't fathom any alternatives.

So when Steve walked in your tent where you did your job as a journalist, who was asked to cover The Howling Commandos missions and subject their heroism to the public, you knew. The look of utter defeat in his face, his glassy eyes, his red nose, the way he was trying to shrink away in his new huge body, you knew.

Your heart was ripped and broken to pieces. The pain was suffocating. You were drowning. You felt like the world ended. Life stopped.

You don't remember how things went after that. You don't remember if Steve ever said the words to you, but you remember his promise of revenge as he held your sobbing body against his chest.

And he did. He ended Hydra. But it came with a price. Very high. After Steve's sacrifice, life became meaningless. You weren't living. You were barely breathing. You were alone.

So when the government asked you to write the final article about the war, the winning announcement, you were about to turn it down. You found difficulties in everything. Leaving your bed sounded like a tiring task. Eating felt like a punishment. Functioning like a human became a burden.

But you remembered how supportive Bucky was of your career. When every man let women their abandon their dreams, Bucky helped you fight for yours. And he gave his life for this victory. Your fiancée and bestfriend. You owed it to them. To be the one to report the triumph tinted with their effort and blood.

So you put in all your strength and travelled with the small team to write the most important piece of work in your life.

However, only a number of people of the team and the article made it back. You didn't.

On your way back, you were ambushed by unknown soldiers. They took you to unknown quarters. You were so confused until you saw that cursed symbol. They weren't gone. Neither was your fiancée.

And that began a lifetime of torture and pain. They brainwashed Bucky but left you with your memories. So when they threatened to hurt him, you caved and let them do whatever they wanted to you. It was a trap they built for you, and you fell in it every time. They would hurt both of you at the end.

You endured it all. You survived it all. Except the moment they made Bucky look you in the eyes and fight you. They erased you from his mind. You saw the love of your life, and he saw nothing. He looked at you and saw either an enemy or a mission partner. And that was the most painful torture Hydra put you through.

As if this wasn't enough. You had to face a hindrance you never thought of.

After Steve rescued the both of you, after him running away from you, after spending two years making amendments with the government and helping Steve search for him, after the accords and Zemo's predicament, after he remembered you, after Princess Shuri was able to give him back his freedom, after you hugged him as he cried, after you decided to finally have that wedding, Thanos happened.

You believe you did something so terrible in another life, and you were getting punished for it in this life. There was no logical explanation as to why this kept happening to you. Why were you robbed of any chances of happiness. Why did you have to watch your man disappear right after having him back. Why you could only feel ache and misery. Why was the world so cruel.

So you kept your hopes to minimum when Steve came to your shared apartment one night, telling you that they had a plan. You agreed to join them in the time heist, ready to be disappointed.

But the second you saw Bucky standing on the sides with his machine gun, you wanted to cry. You thought it was an illusion, but these blue eyes said something else. Now, you were fighting with a strong drive and purpose.

You thought that was it. Your happy ending. You finally had him. But Steve leaving tore you apart. You were happy for your bestfriend who finally did something for himself. However, you couldn't help but feel sad. At least you and Bucky had each other.

Bucky had another thing in mind. Because, a couple of weeks after Steve leaving, Bucky broke up with. He said he needed to figure himself out and work on his pardon. You understood. But it didn't make it any easier.

So you left, giving him all the space he needed. You hadn't seen or spoken to each other since. At least he is alive. That's what you kept telling yourself to find any sort of comfort or condolence.

So this was the first time you had met. He looked different. He cut his hair. He had a scruff. He was wearing an all black outfit. He had gloves on. He had little bags under his eyes. He looked good overall. That's what mattered to you.

"Good to see you too, Buck." Sam said as he walked with intentions to move away from Bucky.

"This is wrong." Bucky didn't give him the chance as be walked beside Sam, without batting you an eye. You couldn't say that didn't hurt but you followed them anyway.

"Look, I'm working, alright. So all this outrage is going to have to wait." It was clear that Bucky wasn't here to have a civil conversation like you.

"You didn't know this was going to happen?" Bucky accused Sam.

"No, of course I didn't know that was going to happen." Sam was quick to deny Bucky's accusations.

"You think it didn't break my heart to see them march him out and call him the new Captain America." This was more directed towards you, following up to your conversation before Bucky cut in.

"This isn't what Steve wanted." Bucky wasn't going to back down.

"Oh my god. So what do you want me to do? Call America and tell them I changed my mind. " Sam's sarcastic reply did nothing but annoy Bucky's more.

"Like I told your wife. There is nothing we can do. You just couldn't wait for her to get home." You looked at Sam. It didn't appear to you that he wouldn't know.

"We broke up."

Another wave of pain hit you as you turned to look at Bucky, who was still not looking at you. How easy could he just say it with no emotions at all. You were fighting to get by every day, and he looked like he didn't care.

"What?!" Sam stopped suddenly once he heard Bucky's words, turning to the both of you.

"You,two lovebirds who literally broke laws to be together, broke up?" Sam couldn't believe his ears. He thought you would have gotten married by now. Your love for each other more epic than all the novels he read.

"Were you asked to give it up?" You changed the topic quickly, refusing to answer Sam's question or talk about your tragic love story. It hurt bad enough, and you didn't want to show it.

"Of course not." Sam heard you loud and clear. He also knew your question had pure intentions. You weren't here to offend him.

"Right, great reunion, guys. Be well." Sam turned to walk out, ending this conversation.

"You had no right to give up the shield, Sam." Bucky was angry, and he was showing it. In the wrong way.

"This is what you aren't going to do. You aren't going to come here in your over extended life and tell me about my rights." Three of you came to a stop.

"It's over." Sam added, looking at you as you came to stand next to Bucky.

"Besides, I have bigger things to deal with."

And you hadn't rest since.

It was, indeed, big thing to deal with.

You had no idea what you were getting yourself into when you impulsively followed Sam and Bucky into the plane.

It was a constant mess. The flag smashers. New super soldiers. Karli Morgenthau. Isaiah Bradley. Zemo. Madripoor. Power Broker. And the worst of them all. John Walker and Lemar Hoskins. It never ended.

All that chaos was a good distraction. You didn't have time to think about your broken heart nor to think about the current nature of your and Bucky's relationship.

It was complicated and confusing.

You fought very well together. Your combined sets of skills were lethal. Your collective training and ability to work together kicked in when needed. Away from that, the both of you barely talked. You acknowledged each other existence. That's how you would describe it.

However, you couldn't explain why Bucky refused when Raynor asked you and Sam to join them in the session in the police station. Or why he always made sure you stayed at least an arm distance away from Zemo. Or why did he choose to be the Winter Soldier for the night instead of you compromising your identity that you kept a secret all these years. Or why, that day at Madripoor, he almost took multiple bullets for you. Or why whenever John showed up, his hand would always find yours.

You were thankful you didn't have the time to think about all of this because you were sure you would have lost your mind. You barely had your emotions in checks. And there was a lot going on.

Then it all went crushing. You would never forget this day.

You followed Sam and Bucky, running out of the building into the street, only to see the calamity that just occurred.

John Walker stood proud with the blood-tinted shield above the man he just slaughtered.

Instinctively, your hand came up to wrap around Bucky's bicep, looking for any comfort for the both of you. This scene would forever be engraved in your memories.

Three of you gave John some time. You stood outside of the warehouse he was in right now. You knew if you all went angry, the results would be catastrophic.

But it was anyway.

You let Sam do most of the talking. He was the best in this. If anyone could convince John to hand over the shield, it would be him. So you stood and watched. But it appeared that the time you gave John Walker to cool down only drove him more over the edge. So, with the three of telling him to give up the shield, John Walker lost his mind.

It should have been an easy fight. A veteran and an avenger and two super soldiers. It shouldn't be hard. But neither one of the three of you was fighting was the intention to hurt John. Unlike him, John was fighting to kill. With his new powers, he was uncontrollable.

You let out a high-pitched scream once you saw John throw Bucky away, electrocuting his arm, making him lose consciousness. Then you watched as he straddled Sam on the ground. You needed to act quickly.

You groaned as you got up from the floor, looking at the cut in your arm. Nothing too bad. You told yourself as you ran toward John tickling him away from Sam.

It was just you and him, now.

And it was brutal.

You were still trying not to hurt him too much. However, he was unstoppable. So when he figured that he would lose combat with you eventually, he retrieved to other options.

Picking the shield and throwing it at you for it cause a cut in your chest was enough distraction for him to take out the gun he kept in his suit and shot you.

The bullets found their places in your stomach and legs. He aimed for places that you wouldn't recover from. You fell to the ground, coughing blood, feeling the bullets rest so deep in your body.

John walked towards you with the shield. He looked at you. His eyes were showing insanity and rage. He lifted the shield up and hit you in the chest. The pain was like no other. And you knew that was it.

It felt ironic in so many ways. Your bestfriend's shield. The shield that presented all of Steve's values and beliefs. The shield that helped once save your life. Now, it was going to be the weapon to kill you.

Of all the ways you thought you would die in, this wasn't even close. But when was life ever fair to you? At least you would have peace now. Your dying wish was for Bucky to know how much you loved him and how you wanted him to be fine and happy. Because you loved Bucky more than life itself.

You tried to distract yourself from the excruciating pain by counting how many hits of the shield would it take to end you.

You counted two.

You started coughing violently as you felt a weight got lifted off your chest. All your body going numb for seconds.

You saw Bucky was up once again, and he managed to corner John with Sam, trying to break his arm to take away the shield.

You desperately tried to get up and help them, but your whole body was on fire. Why was the serum not working?

A breath escaped you once you heard the sound of bone breaking. Only to realize breathing hurt. Everything hurt so bad.

With cuts on your arms and face, bruises on your ribs, wounds in your chest, bullets in your stomach and legs, you gave up, closing your eyes.

Because of your agonizing pain. You didn't hear Bucky beating the life out of John after taking the shield. He didn't stop until John passed out.

Bucky turned around and saw a sight that came straight out of his worst nightmares. He had seen it too many times. Woke up scared and sweating because of it. A sight that he knew would haunt him more than it already did.

Your lifeless body in a pool of blood.

He took careful steps towards you, praying it would disappear, and this would just be a nightmare of his. But the sound of your faint heartbeats made it real.

"Doll." Bucky got on his knees next to you, holding your motionless body in his arm.

You hissed in pain as you felt a movement that caused all the pain in your body to stir awake again.

"Bucky." Your voice was a whisper. You were too tired to open your eyes, but the feeling of the metal around you was familiar.

"I'm right here, doll." Bucky may not let it show in his voice, but if you opened your eyes, you would see the fear and tears.

"I need you to stay awake, okay. Can you do this for me? Please, stay awake." Bucky never felt this desperate before.

"Help is on the way." The three of you had already arranged with Torres to have an ambulance on stand-by. You had a feeling things would go bad. But not that bad.

"I'm tired." The amount of blood you were losing was making you too dizzy.

"I know, doll. But you will be okay." Bucky didn't care about the blood getting all over him as he pulled you closer to him.

"You will get better. Because you have to." He was saying it more to himself than you.

"I prayed for this." Talking was getting too hard, but you had to tell.

"What did you pray for?" Bucky was doing anything to keep you awake. He needed to listen to your voice.

"To die in your arms."

Bucky felt the tears escape his eyes, falling down freely on his face.

"You aren't dying. You will be okay." You heard it. The shakiness of his voice.

Fighting the great pain you were in, you opened your eyes to look at him. You wanted to see him one last time. This is why you prayed to die in his arms. So his face would be the last thing to see. This voice would be the last thing you heard. His arms the last thing you felt. Your farewell to the cruel world would be with the man who had been your heaven on Earth.

You lifted your arm with a moan of pain before you placed it on his cheek. You needed to say it. You needed it to be your last words.

"I love you, Bucky. I loved you my whole life."

With that, the world went dark.

You didn't get to see the mess that Bucky became as he heard your heartbeats slow down. His screams and desperate calls of your name to wake up.

He was so blinded by pain that he didn't let the paramedics near, protecting your body until he realized who they were. They didn't try to fight him when he insisted on getting in the ambulance with you.

All the time you were in the surgery, Bucky was inconsolable. He didn't care that Sam and Torres saw him as he sobbed, sitting on the floor waiting for anybody to tell you were fine. All he cared about was that he didn't say it back. You could die not knowing how much he loved you. The thought brought new tears to his already puffy red eyes

He prayed to God and anyone that would hear. If you were standing close enough, you would hear him. "Please, don't take her from me." "Please, let her be okay." "Take me instead of her." "She deserves so much better, please."

In his long life that was filled with hardships, torture, and wars, this was the worst pain he ever went through. He could feel his heart twisting and breaking. Every cell in his body was hurting. The emotional pain turning physical.

His eyes were dried up. Cheeks stained with tears. His mind going through all the worst scenarios. None of them he would be able to survive.

He jumped up from the floor when the door opened, and a doctor walked out. His heart was beating a thousand miles a second. All these prayers never leaving his mouth. His last hope.

"She is okay."

Tears of relief fell from his eyes. You survived it. You made it. The doctor talked about your injuries. With medications and the seurm, you would heal properly. Bucky didn't pay attention. His mind focused on one thing. He needed to see you.

After knowing your room's number, Bucky didn't leave your side. The doctor told him it might take a bit for you to wake up, but he didn't mind. He would stay forever.

It wasn't long before you woke up.

You opened your eyes slowly, adjusting to the bright lights. The last thing you remember was the intense pain. It didn't hurt as much now. You just felt so exhausted. You tried to move your hands, only to be blocked.

You looked down to see Bucky holding your hand so tightly and his head resting next to it. You could tell his eyes were swollen and his nose was red. But he looked peaceful sleeping. You missed him so much.

Without much thought, you moved your other free hand to his head, playing with his hair. It felt soft under your fingers. You blamed the serum that made him wake up from such a simple touch.

You smiled softly as you watched him, trying to remember where he was and what he was doing. He looked confused until he saw you.

"You are awake." Bucky got up from the seat next to the bed.

"Are you okay? Are you pain? What hurts? I'm going to call the doctor." He was frantic. He only stopped when you held his metal hand.

"I'm okay, Bucky." You reassured him with a smile.

You repeated it a couple of times before he finally sat back down on the chair. That's when you noticed he was still in his suit that was covered in blood. Your blood.

After he sat down, he looked at your intertwined fingers together and couldn't help the tears.

"What's wrong?" You asked as you moved your thumb gently on his knuckles.

"You scared the life out of me." He answered as he wiped his tears away.

"Though we were used to this, Barnes." You replied playfully, hands still together.

"Not when it comes to you. Never you." Bucky was fast to respond.

"Nothing I haven't been through before." You said it casually. You didn't miss the look in Bucky's eyes. It held too much depth to it. You couldn't put your hand on it

"Is your arm okay? Do you need to get it checked?" Flashbacks were coming back to you bit by a bit. As you touched his metal arm, you remembered what happened to him.

"You are in the hospital bed, and you are asking about my arm." Bucky's laugh was dry. He would always be in awe of how caring you were.

"I will never stop caring about, Bucky. Even if you don't want me." It was true. Nothing could make you stop caring about Bucky.

"Don't want you?" Bucky couldn't let your comment go by.

"Yeah. You don't want me anymore. It's okay. I understand."

"You understand?"

"I remind you of a bad time. The worst. And you had to move on. You had to cut ties with all parts of this time."

"Is this why you think we broke up?"

"Isn't it?"

You started telling yourself this after the breakup as a way to pick the shattered pieces of your heart. Of course, he didn't want to be with someone who held their bad time as a constant reminder on her body as scars. Or with someone who went through the same hell as him. He deserved someone better. Someone who wasn't so damaged.

And you understood.

"No, it isn't."

He was planning to tell you everything but not right now. But words just fell out from the tip of his tongue.

"I don't look at you and see bad time. I look at you, and I see all my failures."

You looked at him, baffled, not getting what he meant.

"I remember everything."

You still didn't know what he wanted to say.

"I remember what Hydra did to you. What they made you do for me. What I did to you."

"Bucky.."

"How they pushed you too far in the lies of not hurting me. How they made you watch as they erased you from my mind. How they made me fight you. Hurt you."

You were about to tell him how you didn't hold him accountable to any of this because it was never his fault. It was never his intention. You were sure Bucky would never hurt you. The Winter Soldier not too. But he cut you off.

"They took you because they knew how much you meant to me. How important you are to me. I was the reason you had to go through all of this."

"I look at you and remember how I failed to protect you. When that's all I ever wanted in life. To protect you. But I failed."

"Just like I failed today."

Before you could say anything, he kept going.

"I couldn't understand how you could still love me."

"I looked at the list of people I hurt, and your name was first. And you wanted to help me. You wanted to stay by my side. I couldn't live with the guilt. I still can't. I had to let you go despite how bad it hurts."

"But, doll, I want you to be sure nobody will ever love you half as much as I do."

It took years for Hydra to remove you from his mind. But what they didn't know was that they never fully succeeded.

At first, he would forget his name but remember his girl and everything about you. Then they become harsher, so he would only remember your face and name. Then, it became only your face. Then nothing. The blank paper for them to write what they wanted.

However, whenever Hydra made the both of you train together or go on missions, he would get this rush of flashbacks like a movie playing in his head once he was alone in his cell. It would be you. In different places and different ages. The Winter Soldier would convince himself that it must be his memories from past missions. Effects of being wiped too many times.

The soldier was never able to shake the feeling of guilt after a training session where he would be instructed to be tough with you. A feeling so foreign to him.

He remembers the first time he refused to hurt you. They made him watch from far as they tortured you. Then they wiped him again. Every time he showed any sympathy for you, he was wiped and handled roughly.

But all the efforts weren't enough. You were the first thing he remembered once he settled in Bucharest. That's when the guilt came in. It was you. The love of his love. His fiancée. And they got to you. And he couldn't save you.

Even after the blip, His thoughts kept going back to how he betrayed you and hurt you instead of protecting you like he was meant it.

But the worst part was how he thought he didn't deserve your love anymore. He thought you would resent him. So he decided to break his heart into two. He left.

You were the forbidden topic that Raynor wasn't allowed to go near despite how much she wanted. You were the centre of his nightmares. All of them. Past memories of both of you at Hydra. Missions and trainings. And the worst, losing you. Watching you getting killed. Nightmares that invaded him, and he was defenceless.

"I love you, and I'm so sorry." Bucky laid soft kiss on your hand.

"Let me ask a question, Bucky." He looked at you, tears still filling his eyes.

You didn't expect this to be the real reason why you and Bucky broke up. But you should have known. He was too good of a man.

"If it had been the other way you around, wouldn't you have done the same? Would you have hated me then?"

"I would give my life for you without hesitation. And nothing could ever make me hate you."

His answer was fast. That was the only thing he knew about himself. You come first, always.

"Then why are you surprised with what I did? You don't love me more, Bucky." You laughed softly, already feeling your ribs ache a bit.

You always had this running joke that Bucky loved you more than you did. And to a lot of the extent, it was true.

"You didn't deserve it."

"Neither did you."

You patted the spot on bed next to you, wanting him to be close to you. And he listened. He sat on the bed, hands never leaving each other.

"Haven't we been through enough? Haven't the world tore us apart too many times? Let us have this."

If he still loved you, then you should be together. You should be broken together. You should heal together. It was poetic how even in pain, you were still together.

Both of you understood each other better than anyone. You shouldn't be separated.

"You don't hate me?" It was Bucky's worst fear and biggest doubt. If the damage Hydra did was unrepairable.

"I can live hundreds of years and still be in love with you."

You squeezed his hand to make sure he knew how serious you were. "You are all I have ever known, Bucky."

With that, Bucky got up and moved so close to you. Your faces millimetres away from each other. His breath fanning over your face. His personal scent with dust and blood engulfing you. His blue eyes warming the inside of you.

"I got the best girl of them all." Bucky kissed you.

It was a soft, slow kiss. A sign of starting over. Of getting back.

You smiled in the kiss. Bucky used to say this all the time back then. You were known as Bucky's best girl. He used to call you that.

You broke away, feeling so much better now. Bucky rested his flesh hand on your cheek.

"I thought I lost you. I was so scared."

"You didn't. I'm right here."

"Though you will leave me before I say it back." You looked at him, puzzled.

"I love you, doll. You are the thing I live for. You are the purpose of my existence. I love you so much."

You didn't care about the pain as you moved up to meet his lips one more time. And he kissed you back right away.

"You owe me a ring and wedding, Barnes." You joked while you brought your other hand to hold into his suit to ground yourself.

He laughed before he moved away for a bit, and you already missed the closeness, and he wasn't far. You watched as he brought his dog tags out. You saw something bright with them but couldn't tell it was.

"Oh my god." You felt tears gather in your eyes as Bucky brought out the shiny thing closer.

It was your ring. Your engagement ring. The ring Bucky put in your finger many years ago. It was it. You thought it must have been lost that you didn't try to look for it, avoiding the disappointment.

But here it was. Bucky was able to find it. And he kept it with his dog tags. So close to his heart. Where you belonged.

Bucky got in one knee in his technical gear in a hospital room with you connected to IV.

"Doll, will you marry me?"

You laughed loudly that you felt pain shot again in your body. Bucky was next to you in an instant when your laugh turned to a cough.

"Third time is a charm." You said as you gave him your hand.

With another proposal in Wakanda before the snap, you managed to get Bucky Barnes on his knees three times for you.

He put the ring on your finger and pressed a kiss on your hand. "It will be. Mrs. Barnes." The name always had its sweet effect on you.

Bucky leaned in again to kiss you. And this kiss felt out of the world. Like a lifeboat before drowning. Water after the drought. Your rescue.

It was Bucky's promise of safety and security. Nothing and nobody was ever going to hurt you again. A promise of a safe home. Together.

You kept your forehead resting on his as your hand found its place once again on his suit.

"No to be rude, but you need a shower, babe." You could feel the dust on his face and the blood dried on his suit and skin.

"I will be okay. Probably going to fall asleep." You didn't give him a chance to protest.

"Plus, you know. I like my man nice and clean." You pecked his lips playfully.

The sound of the word "your man" falling from your lips referring to Bucky made his heart do little dances. Damn right he was your man.

"I won't take long." He kissed your hair before he got up and left to get himself presentable for his lady.

The world felt lighter, brighter, better. You felt happy. You were happy. You looked at the ring that held huge meaning for you. You weren't hurting. You were finally okay. You had your man back.

Who would have thought a near death incident would be the thing to give you back the man who always brought life to you.

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onceuponastory · 1 year

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all this love - bucky barnes x reader

I took all this love I found, and I hope that it's enough Is it enough? - only love by pvris

Plot: After John Walker oversteps, Y/N makes sure that her boyfriend Bucky knows just how much she loves him. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: John Walker being an asshole, some violence (not from Bucky), slightly graphic mentions of injuries and blood, a few mentions of Bucky’s past as The Winter Soldier, and the anxiety/self doubt he has afterwards. As always, if I miss any triggers please let me know! Notes: Some of you may know but I love PVRIS, and I love this song, so of course I had to write something for Bucky using it. Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own. Also, thanks again to @staticscreenwriting / @astartothemoon for my dividers!

Y/N scans the room, keeping an eye out for Karli and the other Flag Smashers. As she does, she suppresses a sigh. She loves accompanying Bucky and Sam on their missions and helping them as best as she can, but this time it’s different. For once, she can’t wait to get home. Mostly because of their company - John Walker.

At first, she tried to be civil, even though she, like the others, doesn’t agree with him being made Captain America. And Lemar is friendly enough. But John’s done nothing but be annoying and rude to them all ever since they joined forces. At least once this is over, they can forget he ever existed.

Right now, John’s complaining about something yet again, angrily pacing around as he does. “John, just calm down. We’ll find Karli soon.” Y/N insists. Immediately, John stops, his head whipping round angrily. Despite how annoyed he makes her, the glare John gives her at that moment strikes fear into her heart.

“Don’t do that Y/N. Don’t fucking patronise me. You have no idea of the pressure I’m under.” He warns. As soon as he takes a step towards her, Bucky and Sam are by her side, ready to shield her if needed. Bucky’s face hardens angrily.

“She wasn’t patronising you, John. And you better watch your tone. Don't talk to my girlfriend like that.” Bucky warns, his eyes narrowing slightly. However, instead of backing off, John keeps going, this time turning his attention to Bucky.

“Or what? Are you going to go all Winter Soldier on me?” He scoffs. Bucky visibly tenses at John’s words. Protectively, Y/N steps forward, reaching out for Bucky’s hand. “This is really easy for you, isn’t it? All that serum running through your veins.” John continues, not caring about the obvious effect his words are having on Bucky.

“Watch your fucking tone….” Y/N hisses. Yet John ignores her warning, continuing his verbal tirade on Bucky.

“I mean, does anyone here really trust him after what he did? Who’s to say he’s not working with them, or that he won’t try to kill us too?” Y/N’s anger grows, and she tightens her grip on Bucky’s hand.

“John.” Sam warns. Bucky opens his mouth, about to defend himself.

“What? Don’t act like you don’t agree. He’s a monster who doesn’t deserve to be here.” And with those words, Bucky’s face falls. He turns and looks at Y/N, his eyes shimmering with tears. The sight breaks Y/N’s heart. Before she can say anything, Bucky turns and storms off.

“Bucky! Bucky, wait!” Y/N calls after him. Just as she’s about to go after him, John’s smug voice sounds once more.

“I don’t know why she’s going after him. He’s not worth it. She’s too good for someone like that, anyway.” He murmurs, clearly intending for her to hear him. Y/N’s blood boils, and her fist clenches.

“Y/N….” She registers Sam’s voice beside her, warning John to be quiet, and for her to control her anger before she does something she regrets. And for a moment, she considers doing just that, and simply going after Bucky. Yet, John’s next words seal his fate.

“Besides, I’m a much better choice. At least I’m not a murderer.” Y/N turns around, marching right up to John. He sneers at her, the look making her stomach churn. But she’s too blinded by anger to think about that right now. “See, she understands-” John’s words are cut short by Y/N’s fist connecting with his nose. A sickening crack fills the room, and John hisses as blood begins to pour from his nose. “You fucking bitch.” He hisses, lunging for her before being pulled back by Lemar in the nick of time, whilst Sam pulls her back, protectively grasping her arm.

“Say that shit about my boyfriend again, and I’ll end you.” She warns, her voice like venom. Sam’s voice sounds again, telling her to choose her next words carefully. Of course, she knows he’s right, but she ignores him, too angry to even think straight. “He never chose to be a killer, but you chose to be an asshole.” She blocks out whatever the rest of John says, consumed by her desire to find Bucky safe and well.

“I’m going to go find him. Can you deal with…that?” She gestures vaguely in John’s direction, and Sam nods.

Y/N visits several places to try and find Bucky: a park, a number of coffee shops and bars, searching high and low for the brunette super soldier she loves more than anything in the world. And yet, there’s no sign of him. With each failed sighting, Y/N’s stomach churns more and more with anxiety, and her heart pounds more and more. Bucky is fast, and he could be anywhere by now. The next time she sees John, she’s going to do more than break his nose. Suddenly, her phone starts ringing, and for a moment, her heart almost stops, thinking it’s Bucky.

When she sees Sam’s name flash up on her caller ID, she can’t help feeling disappointed. But she knows Sam is Bucky’s friend too, and he wants to help find him just as much as she does.

“Any sign of him?”

“Nope. Checked everywhere nearby I could think of. Any news on your side?”

“None yet.” He replies, and she sighs. “Look, I’ll take the wings and see if I can find him. You go to the house and see if he’s there.”

“Okay.” Sam can immediately pick up on the anxiety in her voice, and he sighs.

“Y/N. We’ll find him, alright. I promise.”

“I hope you’re right.”

As soon as she steps into the house she shares with the boys, Y/N immediately senses that someone is there. Her heart rate picks up. Bucky. Maybe he’s here. “Bucky? Babe, are you there?” She calls. “It’s just me.”

“Go away.” A quiet, yet familiar voice calls. Despite how much her heart wrenches at the sound of pain in his voice, Y/N breathes a sigh of relief. He’s here, and safe. Y/N immediately sets off towards his voice, quickly texting Sam to let him know that Bucky’s okay. Bucky sits huddled beside their bed, curled up into a ball. He doesn’t even look up at her when she enters. The sight makes Y/N feel like a hundred daggers have been stabbed into her. She kneels down in front of him, gently placing her hand on his knee.

“Bucky, sweetheart, it's me.”

“I said, go away.” Bucky’s voice is muffled, but she can tell he’s been crying. Her eyes fill with tears, and she has to stop herself from finding John and punching him all over again. The fact someone like him, someone so rude and cruel, could make someone like Bucky feel so awful about himself infuriates her. “John’s right. I’m a monster. I don’t deserve anything good, especially not you.” Bucky sniffles, and Y/N’s heart breaks all over again.

“No, you’re not Bucky. What you did all those years, it wasn’t you. They tortured you and brainwashed you. It wasn’t your choice.” She insists. “The serum never corrupted Steve, but it didn’t corrupt you either. They made you a killer. It wasn’t your choice.” Bucky looks up at her then, the skin around his eyes red from crying. Y/N’s face softens. “You’re making amends and showing people you’re sorry. That says a lot about you. John has no idea what the fuck he’s talking about. He’s just an asshole.”

“But the serum is still in me. W-What if I hurt you?”

“You could never. All you’ve done is show me love and support. Honestly, I don’t think you’ve got an evil bone in your body.” Bucky takes her hand, squeezing it tightly, which Y/N returns. Even before they got together, Bucky has supported and protected her through it all, and now it’s her turn to do the same.

“You still deserve someone better. Someone who isn’t as broken and messed up as me. I thought I wasn’t good enough for you ever since we got together, and even John sees it, too.” Y/N leans in, gently kissing his forehead.

“Hey…I love you, Bucky. Nobody else, just you.” She insists, cupping his cheek in her palm and using her thumb to wipe away his tears. “And I love you just the way you are. To me, you’re the best person in the world. Don’t listen to John Walker. He’s not even half of the man you are. I know I can’t possibly take away all your pain and trauma, but I’ll be here to tell you just how good you are and how much I love you every day.”

“You’re such a good person, Y/N.” Bucky mumbles. “So kind, and so loving.”

“So are you. And you show me that every day.” Bucky shuffles forward into her embrace, wrapping his metal arm around her tightly.

They sit together for a while, Y/N letting Bucky cry as she holds him protectively, and whispering reassurances in his ear. “I’m going to be here forever, Buck. You’re stuck with me, I’m afraid.” She tells him when they pull away. Bucky manages a chuckle at that, and it makes her heart flutter. He gazes at her, smiling like she hung the moon.

“I’m glad. I don’t think I could ever survive without you in my life.” Smiling, Y/N leans in close, gently kissing his lips.

“Me neither. Good thing that I’m not going anywhere.” Bucky takes her hand, pressing a kiss to it. Suddenly, he notices the bruise developing on her knuckles, and his eyes widen.

“What happened to you? Did he hurt you? He can say whatever he wants to me, but if he hurts you, then there’s going to be a problem.” Bucky insists. Just as he’s about to get up, Y/N stops him.

“Don’t worry. It wasn’t him that did it…sort of.” Bucky’s brow furrows, and Y/N chuckles. “I punched that smug fucker right in his face after what he said to you. I probably broke his nose, actually.” Bucky gasps.

“You did that for me?”

“Of course I did.” She shrugs. “He doesn’t get to mess with my boyfriend and make him feel like shit without facing the consequences.”

“Thank you.” Bucky smiles. “At least let me get you some ice, though.” He helps her up, gazing at her with a smile. Y/N’s stomach flutters once more. “I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have you protecting me, you know that?”

“Well, you protect me, so it’s only fair I return the favour.” He kisses her lips once more, and Y/N smiles. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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ourghoststories · 7 days

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Apologies [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

"James, seriously! We're gonna get married and you can't stop getting in harm's way, you said the Winter Sol- White Wolf thing was in your past. I'm not saying you can't do anything, save the day, go chase after who you want, but please just think about how much danger you're putting yourself in and the repercussions. The government are already monitoring you closely. I don't want them to hurt you, like that flag-smasher chick or Zemo- what if they'd decided you're next?" I rambled anxiously.

"Zemo doesn't like super soldiers Buck, I don't trust him and even though you did everything right, doesn't mean he won't decide to target you, or us. I'm much more concerned about you".

"(Printcessa) принцесса, I love you but I can't do this... I need to keep going, the nightmares only lessen when I do it. I promise I won't get into stuff that doesn't involve me but I need to work through my book, I have my demons and you have yours" he said glaringly, taking a tone of frustration and concern, before letting the signature frown plaster his features.

"I can't do this either Bucky, maybe we should have a break" I sniffled.

I was out driving and I couldn't stop thinking about it, Bucky and I had an argument and this time it was bad.

Leaving was the only thing I could think of doing after we had the conversation, I cared about him more than anyone knew, even Bucky.

He had gotten back after everything happened with Zemo and I had no idea what was happening, he did everything by the books, despite charging into the situation most times with impulse taking over.

I loved him but I was so unsure about this, that's why we argued, Sharon was the Power Broker and had sustained injuries and it was so close to being him.

Plus I didn't like Sharon hanging around Bucky, I knew she didn't have any intentions but she killed someone without hesitation and James really didn't like that, either did Sam.

He would be steadfast and run into situations and come back to me and I'd have to deal with the injuries, the repercussions and damage, time after time and it never stopped, it was getting exponentially worse and that's why I cared, I cared because I loved him and he didn't seem to get it... Or more like he did but was being too stubborn to realise.

Even Sam was telling him to be careful to no avail, he wasn't always this brash, when Steve passed, he didn't know what to do anymore, he was lost and therefore I too, was lost- I hated seeing Bucky this way and nothing was helping, I've been happily dealing with it but I couldn't see him hurting or getting hurt without any consideration, anymore.

I drove around for a bit aimlessly, before I decided that it had been long enough and I wasn't trying to torture him, so I headed back home, the place we owned together.

"Y/n?" He said shocked, but had a smile on his face.

"Yeah I know I've fucked up, y/n, let's talk about it inside" he said apologetically.

I followed him through the front door and into the lounge room.

"I just don't know how you can keep doing it Bucky, you know how much I love and care for you, I know it's part of you and who you are but we're an us now and I need you around... Especially if we're going to have a family" I sniffled, trying not to let tears escape my eyes.

"Y/n I know, I know baby" he said sweetly, placing his metal hand on my back and rubbing it affectionately.

"We've always gotta be prepared, I'm trying to minimise threats to us, I'm going to be more careful I promise. Everything will be okay" he sympathised.

"Okay Buck I trust you, I just get scared" I sighed as he pulled me into a big hug.

He placed a kiss on my cheek, before he took my hand in his and squeezed it reassuringly.

"I love you" he smiled gently.

"I love you too, actually i love you more" I chuckled, poking my tongue out.

"Never doll, you know that I would never let anything happen to you, and when we decide to have a family, I'm going to be more responsible because having little mini versions of you and I would be a dream " he chuckled, caressing my face gently and putting his face close to mine so he could stare straight into my eyes.

"Bucky" I smiled happily, letting out an exhale, feeling the pressure of the situation dissipate.

"Mm?" He hummed.

"I love you so much, thank you for making me feel better" I replied as he kissed my hand lovingly.

"I'll always love you and I'll always try to do better for us, never forget that y/n, you're my first priority, not Zemo or anyone else, they'll never get between us, I pinky promise" he said soothingly.

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abbatoirablaze · 3 months

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Welcome To The Dollhouse, Madam

Word Count: 858

Warnings: implied smut, masturbation.

Bucky smirked as he walked into their shared bedroom. Steve was happily snoring, face down and naked, stretched out across the bed. Off towards the bathroom, he could hear the shower running, and he knew that their girlfriend must be getting ready for the upcoming evening.

They weren’t doing anything special, but she had managed to convince both super soldiers to take the night off and have a couple’s night in. Something that originally, Bucky hadn’t been on board with, but seeing his boyfriend happily snoring away, and knowing that his girlfriend was the cause of it, made him all too content with the moment.

As quietly as he could, he made his way towards the large ensuite. Once inside, he couldn’t stifle the laughter as he heard his girlfriend softly humming some top 40 song to herself.

“Mind if I join?” he asked softly as he leaned up against the counter.

He saw her jump ever so slightly through the heated glass, before giggling once more, “It depends, sarge…if you think you’re actually coming in to get clean, or dirty? Because we do have an event to go to tonight.”

“Yeah…sorry about that.”

“You told me that we could have a date night.”

“Showing you off to the world can be considered a date…a very public one…” he reminded her, “you know…since Steve and I came out, saying that we were in a polyamorous relationship with someone there’s been a lot of speculation of exactly who you are.”

“Trust me…I know,” she giggled, “so don’t be thinking you can sneak on in with Steve asleep in our room to get some nookie on the down-low.”

Bucky chuckled, “it’s why I didn’t just come in, doll…but in all fairness, I was out picking up our tuxes and your dress…and Steve looks like he got off more than a few times…is it really fair if I don’t come in and help?”

“So, he wants to be a dirty boy?” she teased gently as she looked at him through the glass. Bucky’s smirk only got wider as she leaned towards the wall. Bucky’s breath caught in his throat as one of her hands massaged her breast, while the other slipped between her legs.

He could smell the arousal dripping off of her as she slid her fingers into herself.

“Doll…you’re playing with fire…” Bucky warned gently as he felt his cock starting to twitch in his pants, “you can’t honestly be still riled up after the state I saw Steve in…”

“What can I say,” she giggled, “call it the hormones…I feel like I’ve been insatiable for weeks…”

“Because you have been…you know, not that I’m complaining or anything,” he answered warmly, stepping away from the counter. He stripped off his shirt and stepped out of his pants and briefs before stalking around the shower’s edge. A growl escaped the back of his throat when she pulled her hand from her core and brought it up to her lips, “you’re a naughty little girl, Bunny.”

“I can still taste Steve inside me,” she purred as she reached back into herself and caught more on her fingers before slipping her fingers back to her mouth and moaning, “but you know I love it when I can taste both of you on my tongue…”

Bucky reached forward and opened the shower. Another growl escaped the back of his throat when he saw her in all of her glory, “oh that can be arranged, bunny.”

They’d only just found out she was pregnant, but already the changes to her body were incredible. Her breasts had already gotten larger, and the slightest dimple of a baby bump lined her stomach, making him crave seeing her naked at all hours of the day.

And that thought alone in itself was driving Bucky and Steve feral.

Neither super soldier had realized just how much of a breeding kink they truly had until their girlfriend announced that she was ten weeks pregnant.

And how fast a super soldier baby was developing inside of her. Both men had fallen in love with the fact as soon as they had heard it. And even more so when they went to the first sonogram.

She was pregnant with their child.

“Bucky…”

The super soldier was torn from his thoughts as he looked up into his partner’s eyes.

“Yeah, Bunny?”

“You’re staring,” she teased, pulling the super soldier into the shower with her. Bucky closed the glass door behind himself and wrapped his arms around her waist, “has anyone ever told you that you have a staring problem?”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he instantly lied, “never, doll…guess it’s just you. You just have something that I can’t take my eyes off of.”

“Me…or the little super soldier you and Steve put in me?” Bucky all but growled once more and she smiled, “you better behave, James!”

“Oh, never!” he teased, his hands falling down to her stomach, “me and Steve made you a promise sweetheart…we’re gonna love you with every bit of ourselves…and a lot of the includes misbehaving with that pretty self of yours every chance we get.”

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akariamai · 1 year

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Familiar [Part 1]

Part 2, Part 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x immortal!reader

Word Count: 1238

You watched the world you’d always known become public knowledge. It was laughable in which the US government feeds their citizens lies, lies that the enhanced individuals are a new construct, lies that they only started to appear in the age of heroes. Enhanced individuals have always existed. They always walked among the non enhanced. The only difference is more dangers have bubbled onto the surface and now they’re trying to save face.

Steve Rogers might’ve been the world’s first superhero but he was not the first enhanced individual. He was made into one and celebrated for it. Acting as a poster boy for the US government to recruit young men with a romanticized version of war. Those who were born enhanced were often murdered, caught, or experimented on. The history of the lost to never see a glimpse of light.

You had known Steve once upon a time. Your paths crossed whenever you found yourself in New York. You heard him getting beat up in the alley next to the theater being saved by his friend, Bucky Barnes. It was a rather lackluster moment and you had no idea how important to history they both would become. He was but a boy back then, wanting to be a hero but limited by his body.

Throughout years of torture and experiments by the government, you readily escaped and made a life for yourself. Hidden away from the government and living in isolation. At times, you would gather enough courage to leave your safe haven and explore the ever changing world around you.

Money makes the world go round and round. At least, that’s what those in control want the population to comprehend and accept. You had seen the value of money diminish and the cost of necessities increase unjustifiably. The concept itself is of greed as no person should have to justify their worth with the amount of cash in your bank. You had lived through the rise and fall of empires, the extinction of a plethora of animals and insects, and witnessed the destruction in the wake of greed for money.

As money had never been an issue for you, you’d donate religiously to charities in feeding and sheltering the homeless in various parts of the world, created multiple scholarships for students to get free-rides to their dream schools, funded research centers and other organizations. You had far too much money for just an individual.

Once you explored the world for what it had to offer, you became bored. Traveling was once exciting but the thrill dissipated. You now occupy your time reading books, mindlessly scrolling on social media, watching television, and other niche hobbies. You had so much time to do everything you’d ever wanted and search for the answers to questions that remained unanswered.

You found yourself in a decent routine to keep yourself from going insane. It might’ve been considered boring to the average person but you had done so much in your life, any downtime was welcomed with open arms and a bottle of whiskey.

“Do you think they’re here?” Hushed voices whispered in the distance. The forest creatures that usually surround your home remain quiet, not knowing what to think about the strangers walking through their forest. They had become familiar to you but were still wary of humans.

“Well-kept house in the middle of nowhere and Red Wing picking up one heat signature would suggest so.” It was another voice. A voice you knew you heard before. It was a voice from the TV. You’d realized the voice belonged to Sam Wilson, an apparent pararescue who fought with the Avengers to save the world. You didn’t know if he was considered to be an Avenger though. After the whole debacle with the Sokovia Accords, the breaking up of the Avengers, and the fight with Thanos, the question of the status of the group has been unclear.

“You’d think they know we’re here?” The voices became louder as they inched closer to her safe haven. You wanted them out. To leave you alone with your thoughts. You didn’t want strangers to mess up what you had built for yourself. They needed to leave.

You recognized the other voice as well. It belonged to an old acquaintance. He flirted with you after he saved his friend, Steve, from being beaten in an alleyway. It seemed like such a natural occurrence but hearing him now was a bit surreal. He probably wouldn’t recognize you after all he’s been through. You remember when he was falsely blamed for the bombing of the Vienna Bombing. Sloppy work for someone’s who’s identity remained hidden for so long, only whispers of the nickname Hydra had given him. Idiots. You thought bitterly. Bucky was such a kind man turned into a mindless weapon. You wished he would have lived a long and beautiful life without the violence or suffering that he so rightfully deserves.

He sighed, annoyed by the questions, “Yes. They’re probably aware of our presence. [Reader] we know you're in there. We just want to talk.” You didn’t listen. You couldn’t move. No one was supposed to know your name. You’d messed up sometime during the rise of technology, you assumed. It was easier to go under the radar before technology developed and expanded to the point where your face could be caught on camera.

Your mind began to race as they made it to your porch and knocked gently. You couldn’t outrun a supersoldier. Your powers only consisted of immortality which you found to be rather lonely and painful. You slowly crept to the door, your arm uncontrollably shaking as you reached to open it. You were opening the door of uncertainty and allowing the outside world to enter. “What do you want?” It was the question that echoed underneath your breath.

Sam gave you a gentle simple, “I’m Sam Wilson and this is my associate Bucky Barnes.” He gestured to his companion. “We don’t mean to intrude but we have a couple of questions only you would be able to answer.” Bucky stared long and hard at your face. His eyebrows scrunching together as he tried to pinpoint why you were so familiar. “We have evidence to suggest that the soldier serum was recreated. Since you have been alive for a decent amount of time, have you heard of anything that’ll be able to help us?”

Of course you had heard of multiple instances of scientists, from all around the world, desperately searching for the answer to recreate the super soldier serum. Many had failed leaving a trail of dead bodies of unwilling victims.

“You should check with your own government.” You bluntly replied. The American government had tried to keep the experiments of their own soldiers a secret but people talk. Guilt overcomes silence. While the media caught smoke of what happened behind closed doors, drunken secrets were spilled for all to listen and you listened. “I know they tried… relentlessly.”

“You look familiar.” Bucky’s voice rang, catching the attention of both Sam and you.

Sam gave him a questioning look before observing your reaction. It was neutral. No confusion or alarm emerged in your facial expression. You look straight into Bucky’s eyes, seeing the window of his broken soul trying to mend itself piece by piece, “I’m pretty sure we've never met.” The lie slipped so smoothly that neither of them caught it.

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cillianate · 1 year

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dancin' round the kitchen, in the refrigerator light.

(gif is not mine, credit to owner!!!)

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: smoking (don't smoke, say no to drugs kids!!), nightmares, slight nudity, a mention of cancer, mentions of torture, mentions of murd3r, pretty much everything winter soldier.

summary: bucky wakes up in the middle of the night after a nightmare and aches to hold his girlfriend.

content type: blurb, one-shot

The bright red text on the digital clock read- 2:37 AM. Bucky sat up panting, his chest gleamed with sweat. As he breathed heavily, he became suddenly aware of the non-existent mellow breathing that would usually calm him down in a time like this. You weren't there. As he patted around the bed looking for you, he became increasingly worried.

Just as he got out of the bed to rummage the apartment for you, a cough comes from your balcony. Realization crossed over him. He padded his way over, donning only blue and white checkered boxers.

There you were, sitting on the railing of the balcony that over looked Brooklyn, a cigarette lodged between your index and middle finger. Your body was covered in goosebumps, made more prominent by your lack of clothing. Only your underwear and Bucky's 'The Smiths, Hatful of Hollow' T-Shirt covered your figure.

"Doll," he said, his voice coming out frailer than he had intended, "why are you up?"

"Buck. Sorry, did I wake you?" You had said, immediately putting out your cigarette.

"No its fine. I just had a nightmare. Woke up and you were gone." He calmed you. He strode to you slowly, planting his hands on your hips once he reached you.

"Oh, i'm so sorry, babe. Do you want to talk about it?" You apologized, gladly embracing him when he folded his head into your neck. The scruf he had grown over the last few months ticked your soft skin, making you let out a soft breath.

"No, it's fine. Same as usual, y'know? I get tortured, I kill someone. Whatever. Just wanted to hold you." He spoke, his deep voice rang through your body.

"It's not nothing, James. But I won't pester you. I'm here now for all of your holding needs." You responded. His eyes now looked into yours as he had separated his head from your neck.

He brought your foreheads together and said, "You should quit, those things are cancer machines."

"I know." And that was that. It was a conversation that had been brought up before, but the idea had always been that, an idea.

There, in the crisp fall air, Bucky held you for what felt like hours. The cold left both you long ago, the others body heat warming their counterpart plenty. The pair of you swayed back and forth as a silent oath of "I have you, and we'll be alright."

"We should head inside, just because I can't get sick doesn't mean I want you getting pneumonia." He said as he grabbed your rosy hand.

"But Buck, i'm not tired." You whined, as he all but dragged you back into the loft apartment.

"Well I didn't say we had to sleep, now did I, doll?" He said smugly, that smirk you'd come to know so well stretching over his tan face.

Bucky let go of your hand as he flicked on the small stereo that had found its place on your counter many months ago.

The soft lullaby of 'Graceland Too' by Phoebe Bridgers graced your ears, being the last song you had listened to from yours and Bucky's mix tape.

Bucky grabbed your waist softly, pulling you into his chest. You wrapped your arms gracefully around his neck as he swayed you slightly to the music.

For the next hour, you and Bucky danced around in the kitchen illuminated by the refrigerator light. Your serene moment soundtrack to songs you adored such as: All I Need To Hear by The 1975, False God by Taylor Swift, and Smoke Signals by Phoebe Bridgers. And though Bucky refused to admit he listened to anything other than Louis Armstrong, he silently loved them too.

Actually, he loved everything you loved. He loved you. He would shout it from any rooftop without being asked. You were his lifeline. The moment he met you, he promised himself he'd do anything to be able to hold you. Now that he could, he wouldn't be silent about it. And he wasn't.

"I love you." He whispered into your hair as he lulled you into relaxation.

"I love you too, Buck."

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happypopcornprincess · 2 years

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hi lovee your work<3 could you write a oneshot with bucky where the reader gets really really sick while bucky's on a mission and no one tells him so he gets worried and caring when he sees her. Just make it super fluffy with also some angst!!

omg, bro sure sure sure!!! Bucky is my sweetheart, my boo, my pretty boy I absolutely adore him.

In this fic, you get a lot of backstories, Steve and Tony being besties, Thor and Natasha being Y/N x Bucky shippers, lots of phase 4 references, my undying love for "Clueless" and nobody dies 😉😂

hope you like it <3

Things I'll Never Say

Pairings - Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (Ft. The Avengers)

Premise - Words from the heart are sometimes left unsaid, but will they finally be expressed through actions?

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If I could say what I want to say

I'd say I want to blow you, away

Be with you every night

Am I squeezing you too tight

Guess, I'm wishing my life away

With these things I'll never say

-Avril Lavigne, Things I'll Never Say

Avengers Compound

You sneeze for the third time that day as you open your door to reveal Buck standing behind it. He was ready in his gear and was puzzled by your demeanor.

“Hey, Bucky," you say, trying your finest to sound normal, but out came a croaky voice from your throat. It has been a hell of a night as you struggled with a stuffy nose and fever. You had no sleep and were sleepy as hell. You didn’t want the team to catch the viral fever so you stayed in your room.

“Hey, doll.” He smiled at you.

“Are you heading out on the mission?” you ask him, leaning against your door.

“Yes, we were just about to head out, I thought of checking up on you.” He copies you by leaning against your doorframe.

“Thanks. You’re coming in?”

“Nah, just passing by. You’re feeling alright? Banner told us why you dropped out of the mission.”

“Yeah, I’m fine now. It’s just a mild cold.” It hurt you lying to Bucky. You didn’t want him to worry and wanted him to focus on the mission. You actually thought your thermometer might be broken when it showed 104 (celsius) on it.

“Okay.” he nods

“Hmm.”

A comfortable silence falls in between you two, one you have become accustomed to. Bucky was a man of few words, and you never pushed him to say something. He lowers his gaze to his shoes, thinking about something. You wait, patiently.

“If you need anything... won't you let me know, Y/L/N?" he says.

You huff out a laugh “Yes, Barnes, I’ll let you know.”

The way you emphasize his last name made him laugh, and he looked you in the eyes. Despite being trained by secret agents and a literal Black Widow, Barnes always somehow managed to read you. In the same clothes you were wearing the day before, he watched your eyes, his sight unflinching.

He knew. He knew you were lying.

“Bye Y/N.” he steps away from your door frame.

“Bye Bucky” you wave sheepishly as he walks back through the hallway, lifting his chin and giving you a smirk. You blush a bit and close the door once he gets out of your sight, leaning against it and closing your eyes.

---/---/---/---/---/---

You have had this hopeless crush on one James Buchanan Barnes since the day you almost beat him in a fistfight in Germany. You were team Tony; and he was team Steve. You fought so hard, matching his fistfight style and speed that shocked him, you were trained by Natasha and Clint after all, the best of SHIELD agents. But you got distracted for one second and his body slams you on a table. As you groaned in pain, he gets up and says, “You fight well, good luck next time.” You couldn’t answer but mouth a “fuck you” and he walks away with a sarcastic smile.

Even after everything, you could not stop thinking about him. The soothing blue of his eyes, the way he almost seemed impressed by your fighting, and that smirk, God damn. You were not sure if you'd ever meet him again, given the fact that Tony hated his guts and you were on his team, you could not help yourself but fall into the rabbit hole of the lore of The Winter Soldier. You read his file, read everything you could find on him when he was brainwashed into doing things you knew no person would ever do willingly. And your heart ached for him, everything that he had to endure.

But you do meet him, almost two years after Germany.

In Wakanda, he was startled finding you there, and let out a small, “hi” which almost made you roll your eyes if it was not for Natasha and Sam engulfing you into a bone-crushing hug after not seeing you for years. Steve and Bucky made amends with Tony. All your friends that were torn apart two years ago, fought Thanos together.

And won.

You came back to the compound in New York, and everything fell back in place, just like it was before. Bucky and Tony made amends, and he was granted parole.

You didn’t talk much to him until you encountered him sitting by himself one night in the living area at 3 in the morning. You were about to sneak some late-night snacks from the fridge when you saw him just sitting alone, looking out the window. It was a different side of him, a shy and reserved man so drastically different from the one you encountered before.

Your friendship started when you wordlessly took a seat next to him and sat in silence for a long time. He finally turned to you and said, “I’m sorry about throwing you on a table.” Which made you say, “It’s alright. I’m sorry too, about my choice of words at that moment.” That made him laugh. And God was it beautiful. You could hear it all day and would never get tired of it.

You did listen to it, when you fell into this silent agreement of you joining him in the living room every night and sitting in silence, exchanging a word or two, or waking up splayed on the sofa with a blanket on you as he slept on the chair.

You never pushed him, and he opened up slowly. He told you about his life before he became the Winter Soldier, what he could remember. He told you how he could not remember the faces of his family, but bits and pieces of things related to them.

His sister tying her ribbons on his window to dry off, the smell of his mother’s food, his father’s watch that he would always forget before leaving for work, the sunlight shining through the alleys where he played with his friends, and so many other stuff.

You listened. Never interrupted. Sometimes even helped him to remember.

He never told you about his time in HYDRA, the horrific things he went through. And you understood the war that was still going on in his mind about whether or not was he guilty of it, or not.

You never felt this close with anyone before, not your previous boyfriends or your closest friends. He made you feel calm and at peace every time you were with him, unlike the anxiety and fear of rejection you have felt with others.

But the real question, as Natasha told you, still stands.

Would you let him know how you feel? Or not?

---/---/---/---/---/---

He climbs the ramp to the quinjet and looks around. He looked around as everyone was busy getting prepared for the long flight to another continent.

Natasha and Clint were already seated, in deep conversation whispering in Hindi. He could listen in due to his heightened hearing but he chose not to.

Tony and Thor were in the cockpit the former explaining to the latter not to summon lighting once they are in the sky, “...I do not want to explain to Fury why another one of his quinjet’s operating system is fried up because you chose to show Spiderling how your hammer works at 15000 feet up in the air.”

“I understand, Son of Stark.” He says with a not-so-reassuring smile on his face.

“Jesus Christ.”

He looks at the middle of the jet to see Sam and Steve, Captain America and Nomad, discussing the plans for the missions. He decides to join them.

“About time you showed up Barnes,” Sam glances at the holographic map.

“Nice to see you too Wilson.” He says as he stands next to Steve.

“And Wanda turns out, got married in secret and is currently on her honeymoon with Vision. She called Tony the other day to tell him she’s taking a leave for a few days.” Steve says, looking at Tony in an almost teasing manner.

“Where are Wanda and Bruce?” he asks, after noticing both were missing from the jet.

“Banner got a family emergency so he is headed to New York. It turns out his sister was also exposed to gamma rays and could transform into a hulk.”

“He’s got a sister?” he asks bewildered.

“Cousin,” Sam says.

All eyes turn towards Bucky as he realizes that he is suddenly the center of the conversation. “I… Yeah, she’s good.” He stammers out.

“I, of course, gave her a piece of my mind before congratulating,” Tony says as he joins the group, “given the fact I am her father-in-law and wasn’t even invited to the wedding.”

“That’s… well… you’ve got a point.” Steve gave up his reasoning with Tony a long time ago.

“So, how’s Lady Y/L/N? Thor asks, gathering around them.

"Is she well?" he asks.

How could he tell them that you lied to him? That at this very moment you might be in pain or suffering. And here he is, getting ready to go on a mission halfway across the earth, like an idiot. He looks up and realizes that everyone was still looking at him, waiting for a full answer.

"She's not well," Steve says in a calming voice. He could see right through him.

“She lied to me about being alright. I could feel her body heat standing five feet apart Steve, she’s not well.” He finally admits.

“Well then, go back to her,” Thor says.

“What?” he looks at him.

“It's an intel mission Barnes, we’ll be fine. Please be with your girlfriend. She needs you." Tony says.

Bucky looks at Steve. He smiles at him, a silent understanding saying ‘yes, go for it!”

Bucky instantly turns a dark shade of pink, “Uh, we’re not… I mean.”

“Wait, are you not courting Lady Y/L/N?” Thor sounded genuinely offended.

“No... I didn’t tell her I liked her.” He looks at his shoes, not being able to meet someone in their eyes. He feels someone squeeze his arm and looks in that direction. It was Natasha.

“There are six of us. And we got aerial support from the country’s Air Force. Go get your girl.” She smirked at him. “Hell yeah!” Clint cheers and everyone joins him.

He shouts thanks to everyone, slapping Steve’s back for good luck, and runs out of the Quinjet.

And just as he was about to go to your room, he got an idea, one that would cheer you up more than anything.

---/---/---/---/---/---

The door opened and in came a tall figure, holding all sorts of bags. You squinted your eyes to realize that it was Bucky.

You were in a dreamlike state, shifting in and out of consciousness and feeling dizzy. Your entire body was in pain, and your head was killing you. But then, you hear a knock on your door just when you decide to lean up on your elbows.

“It’s open, come in.” you sounded like a frog with the croak in your throat.

You laughed out loud. This was unbelievable. You knew Bucky always had a soft side and looking at this, you were witnessing the full force of it.

“Bucky?” you call out puzzled. "Yes, that's me." He answers, turning the lights on in your bedroom. Your room lit up as he kept everything on the table near your bed.

“I got you some chocolates and the multi-colored sour patches, some fresh fruits, vaporub, and…” he turns to you, holding an Ipad, “a shit ton of movies.”

“I thought you were on the mission.” You say, making space on your bed and scooting away to a corner. He takes the seat and turns to you, “It was an intel mission, half of the team is on it and they let me sit this one out.” Saying so he smiles, showing his pearly whites.

Up close, you could see the small wrinkles near his eyes and his scrunched-up nose. He looked like a really cute and cuddly bear.

“So, you want to spend the day with me?” you ask through your eyelashes, suddenly aware of your state sitting in front of him.

You were wearing an old pair of sweats and a hoodie you’ve had since high school; your hair was a mess and your room looked like it had been attacked by a tornado. Clothes, books, shoes everywhere. His eyes softened, realizing what you were thinking about. He quickly shoves the treats and the tab towards you, saying, "Pick any movie you like Y/N. I’ll be right here.” And he gets up.

He starts collecting everything that is thrown around the room and brings it to your bedside. "Bucky, you don't have to do this -" he gestures for you to stop.

“You can’t possibly think you can clean the whole room in that state. C’mon Y/N, let me do this. Your job is to choose a movie that won’t bore me to sleep like the last time.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you don’t like ‘Me Before You'. I absolutely loved it.”

“It was sad.” He answers with a solemn tone, collecting the books and piling them on the table.

This time, you were sitting next to each other under the covers of your double bed. Bucky was leaning back on the headboard, his right arm slightly touching your fingers. You didn’t realize when but slowly your body was leaning towards his arm. You were feeling cozy and sleep was slowly taking over your body. And as Cher was plotting a makeover for the unpopular girl, your arm came in contact with his. “Damn, you’re so comfy.” You mumbled; your eyelids heavy with sleep, and you rested your head on his shoulder.

Your heart drops realizing that he didn’t like the story where the main couple did not end up together. So, you settled down for something funny and cute; Clueless. A movie Bucky loved instantly when you were introducing him to modern media.

The first time he saw it, the whole time he was saying, “Why do I feel like I’ve seen it before?" repeatedly. It wasn’t until you mentioned that it was based on a Jane Austen novel that he recalled reading it while hiding with Steve, Sam, and Natasha.

---/---/---/---/---/---

Bucky never focused on the benefits of being a super soldier, being part of the darker side of what the serum did to his body for most of his life. Therefore, he found it quite difficult to do so. But ever since you connected, he found some upsides too, his body was capable of doing some things the others couldn’t.

Like smelling your lavender shampoo from across the briefing room, getting goosebumps whenever you touched him, noticing the details of your face, the fine lines around your eyes that looked so damn beautiful when you smile.

And currently feeling his heart drop hearing what you said. He shifted his focus from the screen to your face, now much closer than it have ever been before, as it rested on his shoulder.

All his heightened senses were on overdrive as soon as you snuggled up to him. Your head rested on his shoulder as you held his arm in a hug.

You looked adorable, and he felt you relax, realizing how his higher body temperature might be relaxing to you.

He carefully closed the iPad, keeping it on the nearby table and clearing the bed as much as he could with you clinging onto his arm. He gently adjusted your body to lie back on the bed, and when he tried to go away, you held onto his arm, murmuring, “don’t go” in such a small voice his heart melted.

His mind flashed back to all the times you silently slipped into his room after hearing his cries through your bedroom walls. How you got under the covers and held him as he slowly fell asleep.

—-/---

He smiled a small smile and lied next to you, covering you and him under the blanket, and as you snuggled closer to him in sleep, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and fell asleep, the nightmares staying away this time, as you held each other in silence, at peace.

A/N - Thank you everyone for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests about this AU is mostly welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

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No but like… Coming Out as Bi to Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!bisexual!Reader

Summary: Reader comes out as bi to her boyfriend, Bucky and he’s a total sweetheart about it.

Format: Drabble

A/N: Just a cute lil drabble for any bi Bucky girlies like myself!!

There was no doubt in your mind that Bucky loved you. He was a doting and caring boyfriend who always tended to your needs and listened intently to you. Everyday, he would shower you with affection and remind you how much he loved you and how lucky he was to be with you.

However, it didn’t escape your notice that he grew up in the early half of the 20th century, a time period not exactly known for being notoriously LGBT friendly. It made you worry that he might not be able to accept your bisexuality.

Bucky had retained some old man habits such as insisting that he read the newspaper on paper rather on a computer as that’s how it was intended. He had set a prohibition on phones being present at the dinner table as back in his day people would actually have a conversation. He enjoyed 40s music and would rant endlessly that people don’t go dancing the way he used to. You found all of this about him endearing, especially when he would assert that you’d be the prettiest girl there and all of the other guys would be jealous. Nonetheless, it also made you deeply concerned that he could be harbouring some homophobic tendencies amongst those quaint ideals.

Whilst you loved him and only wanted to be with him, you felt that you were hiding something from having not came out to him yet. You were scared that he wouldn’t be able to accept it. Previous boyfriends hadn’t taken it seriously, often using it as an excuse to ask for a threesome or even recoiling in horror that you could ever possibly be attracted to more than one gender. And they had the advantage of having actually been raised in this century.

Looking over at Bucky, sitting on your sofa and reading his newspaper (in the paper hard copy of course), you knew you just had to rip this bandaid off and tell him. Afterall, this was a fundamental and beautiful part of you that you couldn’t change. If he couldn’t accept that, then that was his problem.

“Buck.” You announced, breaking the comfortable silence that was centred around you both.

“Hmm?” He asked, not looking up from the sports section. His eyebrows were knitted together in concentration as he analysed the reports as if he hadn’t heard them all before on the radio.

“I need to tell you something.”

“Okay, sweetheart. What’s up?” He folded his paper up properly and sat it to the his side, giving you his undivided attention. The corners of his mouth stretched into a little smile which was encouraging but you still felt a hint of dread.

“Well you see… the thing is… erm, I don’t know how to say this…” you cringed at your inability to say this properly. This was your boyfriend, he’d seen every single inch of you, he knew your deepest and darkest insecurities and even your most embarrassing childhood memory. How could this be so difficult?

“Doll, you’re starting to freak me out a little. Can you please just tell me what’s wrong?” Bucky frowned and moved so he was sitting at the edge of his seat, ready to reach out for you as he could sense how uncomfortable you were.

“I’m bisexual!” You blurted out. Bucky nodded at you and stayed silent. “Meaning I am attracted to more than one gen-“

“I was born in 1917, I think I’ve lived long enough to know what being bisexual is, baby.” Bucky chuckled at you. His face softened at your confession, relieved that it wasn’t something more sinister. You, on the other hand, were at a loss for words.

“Okay… so? What? Don’t you have an opinion on it?” You looked at him with a puzzled expression. He was so much calmer than you had expected him to be. You were the one delivering the news that was meant to be shocking but it was him making you do a double take.

“Am I supposed to have an opinion on it?” He raised his eyebrow. You stuttered and stammered in response, still in shock at his level of indifference to the situation. In comparison to telling your previous boyfriends which set off painful explosions that motivated shame and self-loathing within you, this was nothing.

Bucky could see you were internalising your reaction and he offered his arms out for you to sit on his lap. Your mind had went into overdrive trying to process his reaction that you didn’t even register the steps you took towards him to take your place on his knee. He wrapped his arms round your waist, pulling you close to his chest and kissed your cheek.

“Who promised me that they’d always love me, no matter what?” Bucky asked, running his thumb along your thigh soothingly.

“I did.” You mumbled in response.

“Exactly, you did. And I think I was pretty clear that I loved you no matter what, and if I wasn’t then this is me reminding you. So, why were you so nervous?” He squeezed your waist reassuringly and you started to feel more at ease. It allowed you to press on and voice your original concerns.

“It’s just that… you lived in the 40s! I can’t exactly imagine that the pride parades were lighting up the streets. You come from a time that people used to be arrested for being like me!” You confessed to him, looking into his deep blue eyes in search of some sort of understanding.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Bucky admitted. “But I am learning a lot, which you should be taking a good chunk of the credit for,” he gave you another squeeze which prompted a giggle from you. “And honestly, the fact is, you were born that way. I love everything about you, including this. No wait, especially this. Thank you for telling me and trusting me with it.”

Your heart warmed in a way that you had noticed had been specifically reserved for Bucky. You gave him a sweet kiss and rubbed your thumb along his jaw, unable to stop the widening smile on your face that made your cheeks hurt. “Thank you for being so understanding. That really meant a lot to me. Like, you have no idea. I love you so much, sweetie.”

Bucky smiled at you and peppered kisses all over your face, relishing in the giggles this brought out in you. “You’re my best girl. Nothing could change how I feel about you. Nothing at all.”

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12 Days of Ficmas - Day 1

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): yes i know it’s a 6 foot door and this tree is at least 8 ft but i’m not asking for advice i’m asking for help

Word Count: 3.3K

Story Description: After all is said and done, Christmas is (Y/N)'s favorite time of the year. She is known for going all out, from decorations to food, from silly traditions to happy memories. But one thing can never go wrong. She needs the perfect Christmas tree

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

A/N: be ready for all types of Christmas fluff these next twelve days. This is just the beginning of all the holiday treats! And yes, I will be updating my other stories alongside the 12 days of ficmas.

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The holiday season was a time (Y/N) was known to go overboard. Even as a child when her family did not have much, they always did their absolute best to give their children a Christmas to remember. She only had happy memories and overspilling excitedness when it came to this time.

And after all the wars, fights, aliens, and gods she had battled against alongside the Avengers, she celebrated it as much as she could. (Y/N) couldn’t take for granted the fact that she was alive, as was her boyfriend, Bucky Barnes.

Thanks to her, the ex-assassin was learning how magical the holidays could be. After so many tears lost to his brainwashing, he had to learn once more how Christmas could fill an individual with so much joy. A sort of happiness Bucky did not believe he would ever experience – much less with someone by his side.

But simply being able to witness the gleaming brightness that filled (Y/N)’s face when this time of the year rolled around. It was a beautiful sight to behold and one he looked forward to seeing for years and years to come.

This would barely be their first Christmas, but it would be the first one they shared as a couple, and in Delacroix, Louisiana. Still, there were traditions that had already been instated. The most important? Picking out the tree.

The perfect tree.

It was a long process in itself and could take from hours to days. (Y/N) would stride from tree farm to tree farm opening and fluffing out trees, measuring and visualizing how it would look in the living room of their small but tall cottage. She would peruse row by row of pine trees with laser focus, only one goal in mind.

That day it had been day three of driving to tree farms in search of Mr. Right, and though Bucky saw no difference between any of the trees they had left behind – and helped others choose – he was happy to trail behind (Y/N) as she pointed out what made each tree a reject for her.

“It’s too fat and not tall enough,” she said about one.

“The only thing that makes this tree eight feet is the long end it has,” she said about another.

“This one look like it was stuck together with glue,” she sighed as she opened up another failure of a tree. “Not good enough.”

Without another care, she left the tree propped on the fence it had been and kept walking. With a chuckle, Bucky helped the attendant to close it back up. Just as he had done with the other six trees (Y/N) had opened, disliked, and left in its spot.

“Buck!” she excitedly called out. “Need your help over here!”

“Excuse me,” he smiled to the attendant and left to find the stranded (Y/N) in the sea of trees. “What do you need, doll?”

“That one, in the back,” she beamed. “I think that’s our guy.”

“How can you tell?” Bucky chuckled in amusement. “It’s completely wrapped and barely in sight.”

“Oh, you silly old man. I just know,” (Y/N) grinned at the man. “Now pull it out, I need to open it!”

Following another hearty chuckle, Bucky entered the tightly packed rows of trees and grabbed the Douglas fir (Y/N) had so delightedly pointed out. Carefully, he set it down in front of the woman, holding it firmly as she used her blade to cut into the orange net that held its branches together.

In one quick swoop, the tree sprouted from the plastic that held it together and presented itself in all its splendor. It was tall enough, it was full enough, it was firm enough – the perfect tree. (Y/N) could already see it dressed in its lights and decorations, standing proudly in the corner of their living room, right in front of their front windows.

“Isn’t it perfect, Buck?” It was a rhetorical question. They both knew the only opinion that mattered was hers. “This is it, darling. Let’s wrap it up and take it home.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he lovingly answered before taking the massive tree to the attendant.

“Finally found the one I see,” the young man said with amusement filling his words. He had watched in astonishment as (Y/N) opened up trees and inspected every inch before discarding it. “Three families have taken trees they saw her opening up. She’s got the special touch, huh?”

“You’re asking or telling me?” Bucky joked. “I’m just glad the search is finally over. Believe it or not, this is our third day searching for a tree. This is basically a sport for her.”

Inside their truck, (Y/N) sat with a childish grin on her face. She could hardly wait to get home and start decorating the tree. Since the rest of the house was decorated, all she was waiting for was to find the perfect tree to add the finishing touch. They were hosting a small get-together with Sam, Sarah, and her kids, and she wanted everything to be perfect.

She loved being able to share her love for the Christmas time. Especially for Bucky. She wanted this time to become something he could look forward to every year. His life had been filled with so much pain and turmoil that she wanted to be able to give him at least a month where all they would feel was happiness. A month where he could put his inner battles aside and enjoy the beauty and magic of the holidays.

“Ready to head home?” Bucky said as he duck into the driver’s side of the truck. “We got a huge bad boy back there.”

“I am so ready,” she smiled.

The ride back to their home was short. At least for (Y/N) who had dozed off almost as soon as the engine on the truck roared to life. Yet once her eyes opened and she processed that she was back home, all tiredness left her body and a surge of energy rushed through her.

“Okay, (Y/N),” Bucky called her attention. “I’m gonna run inside really quick and use the bathroom, and then I’ll grab the tree. Don’t do it by yourself, alright?”

“Sure, sure,” she quickly dismissed him, not really listening to what he was saying.

She was impatient, to say the least. Only thirty seconds had passed and she was already disregarding Bucky’s words and pulling out of the truck bed. It had been thirty seconds too long in her opinion.

(Y/N) did her best to grab hold of the tree, pulling it up the front steps to their porch, to try her best to pull it through the door. She was strong, that she was sure of. Years and years of training had her body in peak condition, but she definitely did not have superhuman strength. And the eight-foot tree required that type of inhuman strength.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Bucky laughed as he was met with the sight of his girlfriend stuck in the doorframe behind a tree that would definitely never fit upright through the door. “I thought I told you to wait for me.”

“You took far too long in there,” she said between strangled breaths.

“I wasn’t even in there for more than three minutes.”

“And that was too long.”

“I’ll take that into account,” he chuckled as he made his way closer to the barricaded door. “You do know that the tree…”

“Yes. I know it’s a six-foot door and this is an eight-foot tree,” she interrupted. “But I’m not asking for advice. I need help. So, stop just standing there and help me get this into the house.”

“Alright, hold on a sec.”

Bucky exited through the back door, then the side gate, and met up with (Y/N) at the front porch. He was trying his best to hold in the boastful laughter that was threatening to escape him as he saw her sprawled against the leaning tree, trying with everything she had to keep it steady. Patience had never been a virtue she beheld.

“Okay, doll, you can step aside now,” Bucky announced after he got his arms around the tree. “Now step to the side. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

He put the tree on its side and brought it easily through the door. Bucky made it seem as if the tree weighed no more than a piece of paper. Not even breaking a sweat in the process. Once inside, he placed it on the base and adjusted the trunk.

“You don’t have to show off, you know?” (Y/N) said as she walked easily through the door that had been blocked a second before. “No one likes a show-off.”

“Oh, come on, doll,” he chuckled. “We both knew that getting this tree through the door by yourself would not be an easy fit. But luckily you have this hunk of a man to help you.”

“Anyone could do it if they had a bionic arm and super soldier serum running through their veins,” she pouted. “I could’ve had this tree inside and mounted by the time you exited the bathroom.”

“I am completely certain of that,” he smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist, her folded arms leaving space between them. “But what would I be good for then?”

“I guess you’re right,” (Y/N) grinned. She unfurled her arms and wrapped them around his neck. “Luckily, I’ve got you by my side so I don’t have to worry about heavy things. Right?”

“You are completely right.”

Bucky lowered his head and placed a soft kiss on her lips, bringing her body close to hers in a tight embrace. It was warm and comfortable — the feeling of being home. There was a sense of belonging right there in the other's arms. It was a tenderness they had forgotten about due to their job. They saw so much evil in the world, that this type of love was their only safe haven.

“Well then, I love you, Buck. But I need to get to work,” she said as she broke her embrace.

But Bucky didn’t let go just yet. He grabbed her by the wrist and twirled (Y/N) until her back was pressed to him, his head nuzzling into her neck.

“One more minute, doll,” he sighed contentedly. “Please.”

“Bucky, darling,” she sighed into the embrace. “I have too much to do right now. I need to decorate the tree, bake the pies, prep the food for tomorrow night, and only a few hours to do it all.”

“We can skip all of that and just go to bed.”

“Sam and Sarah are coming over tomorrow. This has been on the calendar for a really long time and there’s so much to get done,” she reminded him. “As much as I would love to cuddle up on the sofa and leave everything for tomorrow, I simply can’t.”

“Oh, but how wonderful does it sound.”

“Bucky…”

“Just for a little bit?”

“If I let you rope me in for a little bit, I know I’ll end up falling asleep. So, no.”

Finally, with a groan, Bucky let go of (Y/N) and plopped himself on the sofa while he watched as the girl glided from box to box, decorating the bare tree. As the minutes trickled by, he was able to witness how she transformed a basic tree into the center of attention of the whole room.

A truly beautiful sight, Bucky thought. (Y/N)’s concentration face, her little hums of disapproval, or her chirps of glee when she finally liked how the combination was coming along. It made him fall more and more in love with her. These small moments no one else got to see but him, and it made them even more special.

It was nearing three in the morning when (Y/N) felt she was almost done with the tree. It was a beautiful medley of twinkling lights, colorful bulbs, and carefully shaped glittering mesh. Straight out of a magazine, she thought to herself. But one thing was still missing.

On the couch, a snoring Bucky caught her attention. He had tried to keep himself awake whilst (Y/N) worked. If she was awake, he wanted to be awake too. But near midnight sleep overtook him and his eyes fluttered closed, his head falling back onto the couch.

“Bucky,” she whispered, softly shaking him. “Bucky, darling, wake up.”

With a sharp intake of breath, Bucky woke up. He rubbed the sleep off his eyes, squeezing them shut to push the sleepiness away. When his eyes finally opened, the tree he had seen halfway done was now complete.

“I need your help with the tree, Buck,” (Y/N) caught his attention once more.

“For what? It looks done to me.”

“It’s missing the most important part,” she said matter-of-factly. “The star. I can’t reach.”

“Why don’t you just use the step ladder you’ve been using?”

“Because I want to do it with you, Buck,” she laughed. “I thought it would be something cute and christmasy we could do together. But it’s fine if you don’t want to.”

As she started to walk away, a mask of fake disappointment on her face, Bucky stood and pulled her by the waist. She let out a shriek of laughter as he lifted her from the ground and twirled her around.

“Nothing would make me happier than putting up the star on top of the tree with you, doll.”

“You should have said so the first time,” she smiled. “Now, lift me.”

Bucky bent down as he chuckled and wrapped his arms around (Y/N)’s knees, lifting her toward the top of the tree. She placed the light-up star as a pleased smile spread through her face.

“Perfect,” she yawned.

“Almost as perfect as you, beautiful,” Bucky boasted. “Everything looks great, doll. How about we finally turn in for the night and we can finish up tomorrow?”

“Best idea you’ve had today,” she chuckled. “Carry me to bed. I’m tired.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he smiled. “Hop on.”

They lay in bed, (Y/N)’s head pressed to Bucky’s chest, his left arm drawing comforting circles on her back. The soft hum of their breaths and the thumping of his heart were lulling the girl to sleep, the exhaustion from running around for three days finding a tree and decorating finally catching up to her. She was tired, her body was sore, and she needed a whole day of sleep.

But by ten in the morning, she was already up and working around the house. She started by taking the turkey they would be eating out of the fridge to warm off the cold. Then, she put away all the unused decorations and packed them away in the shed in the backyard. After, she started prepping the dough for the pie she was going to bake. Finally, she started sweeping the floor.

So, by the time Bucky woke up in bed by himself, (Y/N) had already done the majority of the work by herself. And it was only two thirty.

“Why didn’t you wait for me, doll?” Bucky asked groggily. “I was gonna help you clean up.”

“You looked so peaceful when you were asleep, so I just let you keep sleeping.”

“But I didn’t want you to do this all by yourself.”

“It’s fine,” she smiled at him. “I’m almost done.”

“Have you eaten anything?”

“Not yet.”

“Then I’m making some food. You go sit down for a sec.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

She sat down on the kitchen island and watched as Bucky prepared two sandwiches. In moments like this, (Y/N) and Bucky were able to forget their past and enjoy domestic bliss. In these seconds, they were simply a couple enjoying a quiet afternoon and preparing lunch. Not an ex-assassin and a former Shield agent.

Bucky placed two plates on the island, taking a seat next to (Y/N). They enjoyed the peaceful silence. The sound of the birds chirping outside the window, the distant roaring of the waves, and the whistling of the cold wind. It was serene — everything they had dreamed of and more. It was their home.

“Is there anything I can help with now that I am awake and we are both fed?” Bucky asked after he put the plates in the sink, tucking a stray strand of hair behind (Y/N)’ ear. “Although I’m sure everything is just about done.”

“You can help me by setting up the dining table whilst I put the turkey and the pie into the oven.”

“Is it apple pie?” he excitedly asked.

“How could I not make your favorite?”

“You really are the best,” Bucky grinned.

“I know,” she chuckled placing a kiss on his lips. “So are you.”

Three hours went by in the blink of an eye as they got ready and added the finishing touches to the house. Music was playing, the turkey and the pie filled the air with a delicious aroma, and the place was lit up by the dimmed twinkling Christmas lights. By the time Sam, Sarah, and the kids got there, everything was perfect.

“You were not lying man,” Sam laughed. “(Y/N) really does go all out.”

“Why would I ever lie about that?” Bucky chuckled as he gave his friend a hug.

“It all looks beautiful, (Y/N),” Sarah added. “The kids have not been able to stop staring since we parked up in front.”

“Thank you very much, Sarah,” she smiled. “And thank you for making the mashed potatoes.”

“Well, it’s the least I could do since you insisted on doing everything else. We also brought a lemon meringue pie.”

“That sounds so good!” (Y/N) took hold of the trays and placed them on the island before turning her attention back to the guests. “Well, I’m sure we’re all hungry so why don’t we go ahead and serve dinner? Cause I know that AJ and Cass are very excited to open their presents after. Or maybe I’m wrong?”

“YES!!” Both of the kids chorused as they finally noticed the wrapped gifts that littered the bottom of the tree. “Let’s eat!”

In the midst of a shared laugh, the adults headed to the kitchen to serve the plates as the kid waited anxiously to devour their food. Because presents would always trump a good dinner.

They all sat around the table, their plates filled with warm food and lively chatter filling the air. A common feeling spread through the room. Being engulfed by the warmth of family was a sensation like no other. It was a type of happiness they all hadn’t felt in a long time, and they so desperately needed it.

Once their plates were empty and their bellies full, the group moved to the living room. The kids were quick to sit on the floor, waiting patiently to be told which present was for whom. (Y/N) stood by them, laughing and pointing out present by present which one was for AJ and which one was for Cass. Sarah took out her phone and made sure to take a picture of each kid with every single one of the gifts. Meanwhile, Sam and Bucky stood farther away with a glass of whiskey in their hands.

“I guess those three days were worth it, huh,” Sam chuckled as they stood watching the kids opening the presents. “It really looks amazing.”

“Yeah,” Bucky smiled as (Y/N) turned to smile at him. “And I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

And they knew that he was not just talking about the tree, but his future life with (Y/N).

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Schooled - Bucky Barnes - 18+ MINORS DNI

TITLE: “Schooled” - 18+ Minors DNI || Bucky Barnes (College AU)

FANDOM: Marvel’s “Falcon and The Winter Soldier”

CHARACTER: James “Bucky” Barnes

MAIN PAIRING: James “Bucky” Barnes + Female Reader

MAIN STORYLINE: Sometimes, you only crave forbidden fruit.

Author’s Note: Hey! Bucky has returned to my mind. Happy reading and feedback would be greatly appreciated. As a warning, this One Shot includes SMUT content. (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc.

Main Masterlist

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2024

Professor Barnes.

It started out small. Lingered glances across the space. Quick smiles or friendly acknowledgment when you give correct answers. Somewhat joyful goodbyes every week.

Now? He can’t take it anymore. You’re not even slightly teasing him. You just exist, walking out of the lecture and nearly swinging your hips without thinking twice.

“Miss?” Just before you can walk out again and join other classmates outside, he clears his throat, also uttering your last name.

“Yes, Mr. Barnes?” You then turn your head, surely intrigued by his possible question.

This afternoon, he’s wearing one button down shirt with dark slacks, no longer opting for outright suits during warm weather.

He’s walked towards you now. Even still, his leftward metal arm, highly technical in the name of prosthetics, quietly whirs as each silver finger moves.

You’re so small in comparison. Barnes towers over you without standing behind the lecturn.

“I want to do something.” Barnes, nearly bumping against your clothed chest. Even your bag thuds to the floor, but neither of you care.

“Yes, Sir?” You whisper.

Your heart both drops and races all at once. You know exactly what he wants to do right now.

If there’s even a fraction spent longer without kissing him, both of you will go absolutely mad.

He’s gentle enough to lift your chin, prompting eye contact as his bare right hand palms your cheek.

The moment he leans inward and finally sets his lips against yours, an emotion blooms.

Relief.

You’ve already cornered steps away from his desk, but he can’t help bringing you closer, almost bumping into it seconds later.

“Sorry.” You tell, united with him.

That sudden boom breaks your first kiss for a moment and both of you laugh, smiling towards one another. Regardless, he continues holding your face.

Even paperwork fluttered to the floor, but he can wait, needing to kiss you again instead.

You’re so pretty. He thinks, believing that your laugh sounds like piano music or a carnival ride jingle.

Moments later though, his pure thoughts drift out, finally realizing the way you reach up and want to hold him in return.

You’re restless, definitely constrained by today’s outfit. You unconsciously nod through feverish consent, allowing him to touch you.

Finally allowing him to touch you.

The doors are locked. Office hours finished. No one can disrupt what you know is about to happen.

Rushing through more and more kisses, he moans into your mouth, taking off as much as he can right now.

You know that your chest is fully exposed, mainly because he’s kissing down your body and mouthing with desperation, looking up at you with stars in his perfectly blue eyes.

You can’t help whimpering, nearly blinded through lighting that should’ve dimmed from the ceiling found overhead.

Once he’s allowed himself to stop kissing your bare chest, his eyes steel, almost pulling you away from the fantasy taking place.

“Are you sure?” Barnes taps his pocket, surely indicating condoms.

“Yes.” You have no other choice but to answer him, giving absolute permission for this moment.

He smiles to assure you and nods, biting his lip. The downward movement of his zipper brings another chill down your spine.

You slyly grin back, awaiting.

Barnes then reaches out and uses his bare right hand to hold the back of your head, smiling again. Rolling that condom onto his erection, he moves towards you once more, lining up your core.

“Ready?” His accent is slight, but still sounds different from your own voice.

“Yes.” You repeat yourself through absolute consent. Only seconds go along before he plunges, reaching the tilt without fail.

You almost cry out, no longer pulled away from him because of distance or formalities.

He’s lifted you up now, and in an effort to balance, you’ve wrapped both legs around his waist. You’re barely able to see whether or not he actually took off his slacks.

“Fuck.” Barnes curses for the first time in a while, acknowledging just how tight you feel clutching around him.

It’s been too long and somehow, even his advanced body reacts as if he were decades younger. Steve would’ve “loathed” his behavior now.

He thrusts deeper and deeper inside of you, sweating profusely through his button down shirt this afternoon.

“Yes!” You nearly shouted, brought to tears as you finally spilled for him and warmth thankfully notes the condom.

Reality sets back when his leftward metal arm whirs again. Barnes has already set your feet to the floor.

Despite the glorious hint of sex nearly wafting near each of you, there’s no other choice but to move on.

You turn away from each other, fixing your clothes in “seperate” corners of the lecture hall.

Barnes even gathered that fallen paperwork and adjusted his slacks, picking up the leather work-bag and planning to walk off.

“Have a good weekend, Mr. Barnes.” You move towards the exit, but Professor unlocks the doors for you first.

“You too, Miss.” His voice replied. He locks the exit again for you both and heads towards that opposite direction.

Nothing happened. You reminded yourself, watching Professor Barnes leave campus.

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Take the Chance

Prompt: "I've never met anyone that has made me feel this way." Requested by: @gatefleet (one of your mystery prompt requests)

Plot: Bucky finally gets tired of hiding his feelings for Y/n + A bit of pining Bucky.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader

Warnings: None!

Words: 1.1k

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Bucky didn't realize how long he had been staring. Watching you as you worked, trying to get information for your recent mission. He was supposed to be oblivious, blending in, an ordinary face in the crowd. But he couldn't pull his eyes away from you.

The way you smiled and joked with the target, weaseling your way into his good graces, waiting for him to make a mistake. It was like torture to Bucky, he knew your smiles weren't genuine, the laughs weren't real, but he hated watching you with someone else.

When you smiled and laughed with Bucky, it made his heart swell, his palm sweat, and dare he say, gave him butterflies. But watching you act that way with someone else, fake or not, left a bad taste in his mouth, and a hollow feeling in his gut.

He could imagine you acting this way with someone else, genuinely, being with someone who isn't him. That thought alone made his heart ache. But he had no real right to feel that way, and he knew it. You weren't together, you weren't a couple. You had no idea Bucky felt this way about you, and that was his fault.

In the past, he would have had the confidence to walk up to you and tell you, but now, it seemed harder, almost impossible at times. Even with someone like you. Someone he knew inside and out. He could be happy with you. He could be comfortable, and safe. But did he deserve it yet?

"Bucky. BUCKY."

Bucky almost jumped at the loud voice in his ear. "What?" He asked with an aggravated whisper.

"Damn man, did you hear anything I said?" Sam's voice came through the comm again, obviously annoyed.

"No, I was busy."

"Yeah, busy burning holes into Y/n's head."

Bucky felt a chill run up his spine, and his ears heat up. Looking around with just his eyes, he finally spotted Sam across the building on an upper floor, leaning against the rail, looking down at him. He could clearly see the smirk on his face.

"I'm making sure he doesn't make us." Another lie.

"Yeah, right. You better hope he doesn't see the way you're staring, or he will make us."

"Shut up." Buck grumbled.

"Get up here man. You can stare at Y/n later."

Bucky rolled his eyes as he moved towards the stairs. Allowing himself to look back at you, he felt a small jolt run through him as his eyes met yours. You were watching him. Did you turn your ear comms back on? You didn't here that right? No, you took your comms off entirely, just in case. He felt a wave of relief wash over him.

As the target was distracted by a server, you spared a small smile, and a nod at Bucky. Returning the gesture, he let out a deep breath as he made his way to Sam.

He couldn't keep doing this. Thinking of you like this, wanting you to be his, but knowing you aren't. He needed to do something. He needed to take the chance.

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"Are you alright Bucky?"

Bucky looked over at you, as your voice broke him from his thoughts. You were looking at him with a concerned look.

He cleared his throat "Uhm, yeah, why?"

"You've been super quiet ever since we got back from the mission."

Bucky looked ahead of you, he had decided to walk you to your car, with the determined though to ask you on a date before you left. But now, as your car grew closer and closer, he felt his confidence begin to falter.

"Uh, yeah, I just...got a lot on my mind."

"Anything I can help with?" You offered with a soft smile, making Bucky's heart palpitate.

You were now standing near your car, and you purposefully slowed down, hoping Bucky would open up a bit. You heard him take in a sharp breath as he stepped in front of you, facing you and leaning his arm on your car.

"I-I, uh."

You saw him shake his head a bit in frustration. You stepped closer, and leaned against your car. "Buck, what's going on?"

A small smile crossed his face as he let out a soft laugh. "I used to be good at this you know."

"Good at what?" You asked softly, your own heart picking up pace.

He met your eyes cautiously, and still held a soft smile on his face. He was clearly nervous as he spoke. "Asking people on dates."

You felt your heart leap, as your neck and ears felt hot. You bit your lip a bit as you repressed a grin. "You're trying to ask me on a date?"

"Trying, being the operative word, yeah." He lowered his head a bit as an almost embarrassed smile crossed his face. "I've been wanting to ask you for a while. I just- I've never met anyone that has made me feel this way. So I guess it scared me, in a way."

Your heart swelled in your chest as he spoke. "I'd love too."

Bucky's head shot up, "You would?"

You giggled softly. "Of course I would."

It seemed to Bucky, that for the first time, he was seeing how you looked at him. He was always so preoccupied with looking at you, thinking of you, how he felt about you, that he never really paid attention to how you looked at him. But now, it hit him, that the way you were looking at him, a smile on your face, eyes lit up. That you were looking at him, the same way he looks at you.

A smile stretched along is face as he spoke softly. "Great. I- uh, tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow's good."

"Alright. I'll text you the time okay?"

"Is that your subtle way of saying you didn't think past this point?"

He let out a laugh. "Yeah, maybe" he nodded.

You giggled. "Alright, text me. I'll be ready."

Bucky stepped back as you unlocked your car. He pulled the door open for you, and as you began to get in, you stopped and looked back at him. He stared at you expectantly, waiting for you to say something.

As you quickly leaned forward, and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, he felt his body freeze for a moment. "See you tomorrow."

Coming back to his senses, he closed the door as you settled in your seat.

Bucky smiled and waved at you as you began to leave. His heart was beating so heavily in his chest it was almost hard to breath. His thoughts were so preoccupied, he didn't realize that he had probably one of the biggest smiles on his face in years.

"Tomorrow." He whispered softly to himself.

Suddenly realization began to seep in. Tomorrow. And he had nothing planned. You were right, he didn't think past this point.

"Shit."

Thinking abut the possibilities, he realized he didn't know the area well enough, he'd have to do research. Or, he could ask Sam. No, maybe not. He'd think of something. Something amazing, he'd sweep you off your feet.

Hopefully.

xx End xx

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