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atlaese · 3 years

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loving dawn as certainty of sunrise - b.b.

summary: Bucky plays the Winter Soldier, Sam is Smiling Tiger and Zemo, the lucky bastard, plays himself. That leaves you to be the arm candy to the baron, much to Bucky's dismay. pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader tw: fake dating with zemo, mutual pining, fluff, jealousy, alcohol, cursing, canon violence, fatws ep 3 spoilers, kinda bodyguard AU, happy ending :) words: 5K a/n: hi lovies!! This is my entry for @thefanbasewhore 2k writing challenge!! congratulations on the milestone babe!!! Im so happy for you 💗🥺 the dress in the middle is a creation of one of my fav designers, Iris van Herpen. the title came from this poem by david rokeah, called zealots of yearning. p.s. the gold in bucky's arm reminds me of the japanese 'kintsukuroi'; a way to fix objects by putting gold between the broken parts. beautiful, honestly and i alluded to it a little :)

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“I don’t like anything about his plan, especially not the part where you’re arm candy to a goddamn criminal.”

Bucky’s voice came from behind you, his eyes following your every move in the mirror you were facing, getting ready for the undercover mission in a bar in Madripoor.

Getting ready on a private jet was definitely a first, especially with the outfits Zemo had picked for you. Being a baron, Zemo had picked out an expensive designer dress, with cut-outs strategically placed over the midriff section, showing just the right amount of skin for a night out in one of the many bars in Madripoor. It had long beautiful sleeves and the colours meshed perfectly together on your skin. For a criminal that had killed way too many people, he did have good taste.

“I’ll be fine, Bucky, I’m more worried about you,” you replied, finishing off the mascara before turning towards Bucky. His eyes scanned your body from your legs to the parts of skin that were showing, ending up at your face, lingering on your lips for a second before snapping up to the dark make-up around your eyes.

“Nothing I haven’t done before,” he grunted, rubbing his eyes with his right hand, trying to shake the vision of you wrapped around him in a busy club as you bit the inside of your cheek.

“It’s different, Bucky, we both know it.”

In Zemo’s ideal plan everyone would be undercover, playing a certain part in this stupid quest for the Super Soldier Serum, if it even was in Madripoor at all. In this little act, Sam was the Smiling Tiger, a gangster that often frequented Madripoor with a very particular taste in clothes.

Bucky on the other hand, had to play his own archnemesis, the Winter Soldier. After all those years of suffering, Zemo could just so easily mess up the whole situation by forcing Bucky’s hand.

That left you. Even though Bucky and you were threading the fine line between friendship and something more, the Winter Soldier did not have a significant other. The Smiling Tiger was a figure notorious for sleeping around with anyone that looked a certain way at him. That left the Sokovian baron and you. Zemo was a little too happy to propose that you would play his significant other in the club - the fact that it annoyed the living shit out of Bucky was just an added bonus for him.

The plan wasn’t water tight to your standards, far from actually, but everything had been decided on in no time, leaving no time to map out escape routes or make plan B and C’s.

“I’ll be fine, pickle. I just have to bite my tongue for one night,” Bucky sighed, his vibranium hand rubbing over the leather jacket he was wearing. Zemo had provided him with a kind of replica of his Winter Soldier days, dark leather jacket with his vibranium arm on show, a strappy harness around his broad frame for a possible weapon, a few knives hidden without a doubt.

“I honestly don’t believe that, Bucky,” you said, worry clear in your voice as you scanned his face for any doubts he could have. It was a risky plan. So much could go wrong in so little time and Zemo being the mastermind behind this plan worried you even more.

“Pickle,” he sighed, the pet name rolling off his tongue with so much ease that it felt natural. His vibranium hand landed on one of your forearms and he lightly tapped with his fingers in a beat, trying to get you to look up at him.

“I’ll be alright,” he said, looking between your eyes to emphasize his feelings, “and besides, if anything goes wrong, I’ve got you there.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, but you didn’t move as Bucky let his hand slide down to entwine your fingers loosely together, only watched as the flesh colour of your skin meshed with the black and gold of his hand. It was a collision between fixed and intact, the golden streaks signifying that even though it had been broken once, he came out much stronger than before.

“I don’t think an assassin can handle the Winter Soldier, but thanks for your confidence.”

Bucky just squeezed your hand, trying to convey that he did have confidence in you. You had always been able to pull him out of episodes, when his nightmares got to him and you had his back when the topic of his pardon was back on the table. You’d defend Bucky until your last breath.

Someone rapped their knuckles against the small wooden door that led back to the main part of the plane, and Sam stuck his head out when he opened the door a bit, “we’re landing in 15, might wanna buckle up.”

His eyes zeroed in on your interwoven digits for a second, a small smile on his face before he pulled his head back and closed the door, leaving you and Bucky in silence once more.

For a small moment, just one second, when you heard the rap on the door, you wanted to let go of Bucky’s hand, avoid the inevitable conversation with Sam about the little dance around the truth you and Bucky were having - it was more of a slow, to be honest.

You were glad you didn’t, his hand encompassed yours in a way that just made everything click between the two of you as if Bucky was made to be with you, just as you were made to be with him.

It hadn’t reached that point yet, though. The touches were still fleeting, kisses were still inches away from your lips and every evening Bucky dutifully went back to his room, leaving you cold and disoriented in his wake.

* * *

The clicking of heels mixed together with the sound of heavy boots was suppressed by the revving of expensive cars in the neon-lighted streets of Madripoor as you got closer to the club where Selby was supposed to be.

Zemo had a gloved hand wrapped around yours as you stretched out your legs, trying your best to avoid tripping on the ends of the delicate dress he had provided you with. He held your hand just a little too tight, a little too possessive, not the way Bucky did. Bucky’s thumb always caressed the back of your hand. Zemo just held yours in an emotionless grip and it made you wish Bucky was the one holding your hand.

Sam and Bucky were walking behind the two of you, closely following on your heels like a true bodyguard would. In this instance he wasn’t a bodyguard, Sam wasn’t some shady businessman and you and Zemo sure as hell weren’t a couple.

“I don’t think the Winter Soldier has a murderous look on his face when he’s looking at his boss, Buck,” Sam commented as he watched Bucky’s eyes flit between your entwined hands and the back of Zemo’s head.

Inside his mind he was slowly losing it. Your delicate fingers were entwined with his grubby, disgusting hands, tainting your skin, marking it almost as his. Zemo knew what he was doing to Bucky, he had seen the fleeting touches and soft looks between the two of you. The bastard revelled in the fact that Bucky couldn’t do anything about it.

“Shut up,” he muttered, a nick in his jaw as Zemo stopped in front of the bar and held out his hand for you - making you do a twirl to show off the dress and show you off in front of all the people waiting to get in.

The fact that you played the part of the gorgeous girlfriend so well didn’t help one bit. Your teeth were on display as you threw a laugh Zemo’s way when he was boasting about you to the bouncer and the dress was flowing around your frame, leaving little to the imagination.

Bucky was really trying his best to have a blank, emotionless look on his face, but when Zemo wrapped his arm around your waist, he had to lock his jaw and grit his teeth. His fists were clenched too, the whirring of his vibranium hand lowly buzzing in his and Sam’s ears.

“Cut it out, man,” Sam said under his breath, before stepping up to where the bouncer had opened the cord to let all of you in.

Bucky took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down to not mess up this mission that was way too important to lose it over a little acting on your part.

Bucky followed suit into the dark nightclub, music booming in his ears as the neon lights made pretty patterns on your exposed skin. The crowd immediately dimmed down a bit, not expecting the Winter Soldier to just walk behind his master as a pet dog that had no agency of its own.

Zemo uttered some Russian activation words, trying to intimidate the crowd as he pulled you forward, almost making you trip as someone bumped into you. You lightly cursed, but plastered a love sick smile on your face either way, all the gun power that was present in the club making you slightly nervous.

Bucky wanted to reach out his arms to steady you in this stupid nightclub that was already working on his nerves. The small look of panic that flashed on your face wasn’t noticed by anyone in the club, but the way your eyebrows scrunched together made it clear to him that you were worried someone had. Bucky couldn’t do anything though. The Winter Soldier didn’t act if his handler didn’t ask him to.

Zemo finally reached the bar, multiple people still staring with wide eyes at Zemo and you as Bucky stepped up behind you, his right arm lightly skimming your back and you sharply inhaled a breath, not expecting the light touch of his soft fingertips.

Zemo said something to the bartender, but the conversation flowed around you as you watched Bucky, eyes silently asking if everything was still okay.

Bucky remained stoic as he leaned against the bar, but he looked at you in such an intense way that it made your cheeks burn under the neon lights, the room feeling stuffy all of a sudden. One of his brows raised just a tad, asking you the same question in a completely silent way.

A small smile made its way on your face, but it was quickly wiped off as Zemo’s arm snaked around your waist once again, raising your attention to the bartender who had put a red drink in front of you.

“It’s on the house for the lady,” the guy said, watching intently to check if you’d actually take his offer.

The first mistake you made was hesitating just a little too long to accept the drink, as the bartender just watched you with calculating eyes. The second mistake is that instead of looking up at your supposed lover for confirmation, you looked the other way. Bucky’s way.

Bucky tried to ignore the helpless look in your eyes. He really tried. This drink could easily be some sort of trap, some sort of ploy to see through the little facade you had built up so easily.

So he did what he did best and he ignored the tight feeling in his chest and ignored your call for help. Instead he looked around the club and scanned everyone’s faces like a true bodyguard would, daring anyone to come closer.

When Bucky looked away, you swallowed harshly in response, reminded of why you were there and you grabbed the small shot glass between your fingers, quickly downing the bitter liquid that stuck to your throat in an unpleasant way. Whatever the hell this drink was supposed to be, it wasn’t something you were keen on to try again - ever.

The bartender nodded in affirmation, apparently buying your little act, even after messing up big time and he moved over to Sam, another round to test your intentions.

Sam’s acting wasn’t the best, even worse after seeing the snake being cut open and put into another shot glass. Even he hesitated a few times as well, but he finally downed the putrid drink and put his thumb up.

The bartender was less inclined to believe his story this time round, but your attention quickly shifted to another man who challenged Zemo, a threatening aura around him as he urged you to leave the club.

Zemo didn’t give in though, his eyes moving towards the deadly assassin next to you and the men left just as quickly as he came.

“A power broker, really,” Bucky muttered, a bored look on his face as you tried to contain the laugh that wanted to escape you. Bucky really knew how to make a tense situation just a bit lighter, even if he was just being himself.

“Every kingdom needs its king,” Zemo sighed, his hand coming up to rest your forearm, “let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”

“Do you know him?”

“Only by reputation,” Zemo shook his head at Sam, his grip tightening on your forearm as he watched more men come up to him, “in Madripoor he is judge, jury and executioner.”

Bucky didn’t notice the men at first. He was too busy shooting daggers at Zemo for the harsh grip he had on your arm. But once Zemo said those damn Russian words, he shook himself free of the jealous green feeling that was swerving in his stomach and he grabbed the man’s arm that was now on Zemo’s shoulder.

Bucky looked back at Zemo for confirmation, but his azure eyes quickly flitted towards your worried ones to confirm everything was okay on his part. That he was okay with acting out his violent persona that had taken him so long to get rid of.

The slight nod in your head was the okay for Bucky to proceed with hurting the man, even though Zemo had ordered him to do it. Bucky efficiently made the guy’s arm crack, and he looked around the room, daring for anyone to fight him.

Another man ran up, his fist ready to attack, but Bucky was too strong for him, kicking him hard in the chest and sending him flying through the room. The small knife that was hidden along the side of your bra was itching for you to take it out and help Bucky defeat these mad men. The whole plan was crazy, totally bonkers and you regretted dragging Bucky into this mess, as it was just supposed to be you and Sam.

From all the men that tried to take on Bucky, not one was even close to defeating him.

Zemo said something to Sam, but you were so focussed on the fluid way Bucky was moving through the bar, dodging attacks left and right that you didn’t even try to understand what they were saying.

The short skirmish ended with Bucky closing his vibranium hand around a man’s throat who was now laying on the bar, just next to where you were standing with bated breath.

Heavy breaths left Bucky’s nose as he stared in front of him, and Sam’s hand came up to stop him from choking the man to death.

“Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us,” Zemo warned Sam, then looking over to you as you tried your best to contain the emotions on your face. Seeing Bucky back in action as the Winter Soldier was hard after all what you had been through together.

Bucky slowly uncurled his hand from the man's throat at Zemo’s command, ignoring Sam’s worried question if he was alright. He just looked straight ahead, as the bartender gave you the go-ahead to finally see Selby.

Zemo left without a look to spare at you, completely disregarding the plan and Sam followed suit to get out of this adrenaline filled bar.

Bucky noticed the hesitation in your movements and he pressed a hand against the back of your waist to hurry you on, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible to not blow the cover that was just unravelling as fast as you could think.

The sheer fabric of the dress did nothing against the cold feeling of Bucky’s hand, snapping you out of your thoughts about why Zemo decided to not play his part anymore.

“Move along, pickle,” he whispered under his breath, his lips barely moving as he pressed a little more urgently against your back.

Just when you reached back to touch his hand with yours, to feel the steely plates of his hand under the skin of your fingertips, he pulled back as if the skin on your back was scalding hot.

It hurt for some reason. You knew that these stolen looks and forbidden touches could be lethal, but still the way he instantly retracted his digits made it feel like he never wanted to touch you in the first place.

Quickly catching up to Zemo and Sam, you sped past Sam to be right behind Zemo who stretched out his hand when he noticed you coming up behind him, apparently reminded that he still had a role to play.

* * *

Selby was sitting comfortably on a couch, men with big guns surrounding her as she smirked at the lot of you.

Her accent flowed through the room as Zemo sat down on the couch, Sam and Bucky each stood on another side and you sat down next to Zemo, crossing your legs and leaning a little into Zemo.

Zemo wasn’t one for small talk and he stood back up again, circled around Bucky and pulled Bucky’s chin between his gloved fingers, taunting Bucky and showing him off to Selby. Bucky wasn’t the only one that had a dark look on his face. Zemo really was going too far with this plan, willing to sacrifice the safety of Bucky for the serum. It was going against everything you believed in. Against the fact that you would always keep Bucky safe.

The small smirk on Selby’s face was more than enough for Zemo to realize she was willing to give up some information in return for the Winter Soldier as her personal lap dog.

“I’m glad I decided not to kill you immediately,” she tilted her head. “But now tell me, baron, why is your girl seeing red when you’re talking about giving your muscle away?” Selby mused, a dangerous twinkle in her eye as she looked at your face, trying to get a rise out of you.

Zemo was about to open his mouth to say something, but you quickly interrupted him.

“He’s the best bodyguard anyone can imagine, of course, I don’t understand why my love doesn’t want the best protection for me.”

The word love associated with Zemo felt like bile in your mouth, but this mission was already on thin ice and you needed to make sure Selby trusted you - enough to give all the information she had about the serum.

But Selby was a dangerous figure, she didn’t trust people easily and that’s why you slowly sizzled up next to Zemo and pressed a quick kiss against his lips whilst your hand softly caressed his stubbly cheek.

It was awkward and neither you nor Zemo expected it to happen, but it made Selby more relaxed and she backed off when she saw the small smile on Zemo’s face when you pulled back.

In that moment, when Selby moved on to taunt Zemo some more, the only thing Bucky could do was watch in defeat as you pressed your soft lips against one of the people he hated the most.

In his rational mind it all made sense, you had to make sure the mission would succeed, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

Selby however, was happy and shared the information about a certain dr. Nagel who had recreated the serum.

But of course, what was a mission without one piece of the puzzle not fitting right? Sam’s phone went off, loud, and Selby forced him to put it on speaker.

Granted, Sam tried his best, trying to act all tough, but just as his little scheme would succeed, Sarah said Sam’s real name and everything went to shit.

A shot was fired, instantly killing Selby, which also mobilized the armed men to shoot into action.

Bucky knocked out a few men, his vibranium arm the perfect weapon to take people out and Sam took on a guy barehanded, fighting his way towards the exit.

The small knife hidden next to your bra finally had its moment to shine as you launched it at a man, straight into his shoulder and he fell down.

The others were quickly taken down, and the four of you started running out of the building into the dark streets of Madripoor.

Once shots were fired in the streets, the group was split into two as you, Bucky and Sam started running for your life.

“Fuck! This dress is too long,” you exclaimed, hunching up the delicate ends of the dress and trying to run in the stiletto’s that were now digging in your heels. You prayed that your ankles would survive this little run on the streets of Madripoor.

It took only a second for Bucky to pull out a knife and he quickly slit off the long parts that you were holding, turning the maxi dress into a cocktail dress in an instant.

“I can’t run in these heels!” Sam now yelled, awkwardly catching up to you and Bucky.

“Can’t do anything ‘bout that Sammy,” you breathed out heavily, coming up to a dead end, multiple bikes hot on your heels.

This was probably the end. Your head was worth a thousand bitcoins by now, making every criminal in Madripoor on high alert for a gang of four murderers. You silently wondered what would happen to you now, where they would take you and what would happen to Bucky.

Multiple shots were launched from a window two stories above and the bikers fell down to the streets as Zemo said something along the lines of having a ‘guardian angel’.

When the hooded figure finally pulled their hood down, their face illuminated under the neon lights, you let out a shaky sigh of relief.

“Sharon,” you breathed, happy to see a face you know in this ridiculous city that wanted you dead.

* * *

“Thank you, Shar, for the clothes,” you said, fresh new clothes on after a shower at Sharon’s place. The once beautiful dress was hanging over a chair in the corner of the room, the ends ragged and uneven after Bucky quickly cut it off during the chase.

“Of course, I bet that dress looked beautiful though, but this is way better for my party,” Sharon let her finger slide over your exposed collarbone, the black low-cut top fitting perfectly in the black pants she seemingly had 50 pairs of.

You went to sit close next to Bucky on the mustard couch, his hand coming up to rest on your thigh as he and Sharon kept bickering.

“Wow, she’s kind of awful now,” he scoffed and you tapped his hand, warning him that Sharon was a friend and not a foe in this situation.

Eventually Sharon left to go attend her party, “try to stay out of trouble.”

“Trouble,” Zemo raised his brow, giving you and Bucky a mischievous look, “if only you guys didn’t mess up we wouldn’t have to do this.”

That was the final straw for you. After Zemo had quite literally forced the different roles onto the three of you, ignoring his own part for a hot minute and now this? It was too much.

You shot up faster than anyone in the room could react and closed in on Zemo quickly, getting right up in his personal space as you bent down a bit to face him head on.

“Don’t you even dare to pin this on us, you twisted fuck,” you seethed, the only thing you saw was his face, the rest of the room was blurry, “If it weren’t for your quite frankly ridiculous plan, we never would have been in this situation anyway.”

Your pointer finger was now pressing against his chest, your eyes shooting daggers as Zemo just stared back at you, not expecting you of all people to go off. Your once soft and mysterious persona had warped into one where harsh words left your mouth, revealing just how you felt about the criminal that was sitting in front of you.

“Having me as your little love sick puppy was okay, but dressing Sam up as the Smiling Tiger and making Bucky relive his Winter Soldier days crossed the line, Zemo.”

“I just did what I had to do to help you,” he shrugged, his lips pulled down in a frown, “without me, you were still stuck without any leads.”

“Fuck you Zemo, you disgust me,” you spat out, the angry feeling that had a hold on your stomach coming to a high as you tried not to lose yourself in it.

After a final threatening look at Zemo, you stormed off towards Sharon’s bedroom, seeking refuge away from the disgusting man that had no problems with committing multiple crimes to get whatever he wanted.

It didn’t take Bucky long to follow you, his knuckles gently rapping on the dark hardwood door, “pickle, it’s me.”

A small click could be heard as you turned over the lock, but Bucky had to push open the door himself after you made no effort to open the door.

You were sitting on the windowsill, your back pressed against the wall as you were watching the cars pass by on the street in High-Town.

Bucky came to sit next to you on the windowsill, facing you as you kept staring down at the streets, the lighting making beautiful reflections in the small rain puddles that were forming.

“Pickle, you didn’t have to-”, he started, both his hands itching to touch you as you were curled into yourself, shutting the world and him out.

“Please, look at me,” he pleaded silently, his hand coming up to softly grip your chin and turn your face towards him.

When your sight finally aligned with his, he saw the toll this whole mission had taken on you so far. It had been a whole whirlwind, starting in the States to Czech Republic to Madripoor. Then this small mission which had been totally derailed because of a few mistakes, to be saved by Sharon in the end.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, eyes pleading for forgiveness, “you deserve better than this. Better than me.”

“No- no pickle what are you saying,” his voice dropped a few bars as his face came a bit closer to yours.

“If it wasn’t for me asking you to come on this mission, Zemo never would’ve made you act in his stupid charade as him.”

“I hate Zemo,” you added, a small pout on your face as Bucky squeezed your thigh.

“Tell me about it,” he now grinned, “it was… hard for me too, to see you- with him.”

“In that way, I meant,” he added as he saw your confused look.

It quickly changed though, it went from confusion to knowing in mere seconds as you turned a bit, facing him fully as you grabbed both his hands in yours.

“It was hard for me to act that way, too.”

It was the first time in months that neither of you were carefully threading around the subject of what you were - what you could be.

“I’m sorry about the kiss,” you rubbed your thumb over the hard metal plates of his hand, trying to convey how sorry you felt.

“Don’t apologize,” he said, lifting your hands to place a gentle kiss against the back of your hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You did whatever was necessary to save the mission.”

“I did wish it were someone else’s lips, though,” you softly said as you slowly intertwined your fingers again. It still felt new, unusual even though your fingers had been laced with his for what felt like a million times, too.

��I did too.”

Those words confirmed what both of you already knew deep inside. But to hear them out loud, uttered by the person you trusted most, the person those words were about, made everything set in stone. It felt like Bucky and you had found each other again, after searching for each other in a different life, time and time again.

You didn’t waste any time and leaned forward, softly pressing your lips against his.

It was strange to finally be in this moment, to have his lips slated against yours. It reminded you of the summer vacations, the moments where everything was just alright, the feeling of how it was to be free without any worries weighing you down.

It was Bucky. It always had been him and it will always be him.

His lips rolled against yours, asking permission to take it a step further - which you gladly accepted. His right hand disentangled from yours and came up to cup your jaw, his thumb softly rubbing your cheek as you lost yourself in his kiss, his scent, his everything.

When you started to smile, he couldn’t resist smiling too and he pulled back to see your face in all its smiling glory, wrinkles around your eyes and your mouth, glassy eyes because the puzzle piece that was Bucky finally fit right into your life.

You never looked more beautiful to him.

The moment was broken as someone knocked on the door, Sam’s voice sounding muffled as he reminded you of the party that was going on downstairs.

“Guess we’ll have to postpone our little moment for another mission,” Bucky softly grinned, his teeth on display as he quickly pressed a kiss against your temple.

“As long as I can hold your hand, I’ll be alright.”

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partofmultifandoms · 3 years

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FATWS Blurb inspired by a TikTok -[@_lets_do_get_help_]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Platonic!Sam Wilson x Platonic!Gender Neutral!Reader

Description: I saw this TikTok and just turned it into a short blurb. You, Bucky, and Sam all reluctantly deciding to get into the truck with John Walker and Battlestar Galactica because, unfortunately, they’re right. There’s no point in walking all the way to airport.

Warnings: None

POMF’s Note: All credit goes to TikTok creator.

As you’re all sitting in the truck, unable to take Caprisun Armadillo and his sidekick seriously, you clear your throat and say, “This is kinda loose, no?” referring to the seatbelt.

Bucky mumbles out a gruff laugh as Sam nods, “Yep.” a smile threatening to break out across his face.

Turning to Walker he says, “Kinda like the bags under your eyes.”

John just pointedly glares at Sam as the trio laughs, desperately trying to hold it in by covering their mouths with their hands. Bucky licks his lips in an effort to stop smiling.

“Sorry we’ll shut up.” You quickly say with a straight face. Sam tries to swallow his laughs to calm himself for a brief moment. Only a beat goes by before you break it.

“Well that was long enough.”

Sam starts wheeze laughing, him and Bucky are losing it.

“I was wondering, how do you get your hair to look like that?” Bucky asks Walker with a stoic expression.

All you can do is mutter with a quieted chuckle, “Bucky—,” nearly losing it yourself.

John rolls his eyes, taking a turn to glare at each one of you before responding, “It’s natural.”

Before he can even finish his sentence, you and Bucky are breaking out into a fit of laughs again.

Sam, also laughing, nods in faux interest, “Really?” Which causes Bucky to laugh out loud again.

You jump in, “Well, your hair looks...um...” you pause as the need to laugh comes over you. Bucky fills in the rest of your sentence. “Well it looks dead.”

You and Sam are now wheezing laughing, having to sit forward in your seats as the laughter makes you bend forward it’s so strong. Bucky joins in before looking back up at John all serious-like.

“I guess what’s on the inside is showing on the outside, right?” This only eggs on the wheezing coming from you and Sam who are now slapping each other on the arm, so out of breath from laughing.

“Bucky, stop! I’m dying!” Sam manages to get out through his breathy laughs, the three of you clutching your stomaches and you wiping away tears from laughing so hard.

Walker just glances at Lamar before looking down at his feet, now wondering why he offered the three idiots a ride.

You nod reassuringly, John meeting your eyes. “It’s a look.” You offer nicely.

John doesn’t move, obviously he doesn’t believe your words. “You pull it off.” Sam encourages.

You bite your lip already thinking about what you’re going to say next. “No really, pull it off!” And the three of you lose it all over again, John and Lamar just avoiding the trio’s eyes as much as possible.

I don’t know guys. I just thought it was funny okay? It’s funnier in the video but I needed to share it with y’all.

#fatws #falcon and the winter soldier #fatws blurb #imagine #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #sam wilson #captain america #john walker #falcon #the winter soldier

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melwilson · 2 years

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bucky barnes being in love with you

at this stage in his life, you’re bucky’s best friend. his number one. ofc there’s steve (and will always be steve) but he needs you.

he’s so incredibly soft w/ you. you’ve helped him adjust to physical touch and have guided him through many culture shocks.

he’s definitely a more hands on type of guy. steve and sam have noticed.

whenever your around, he’s got his hands on you. on your thigh, around your waist, over your shoulder, or (his personal favorite) in the back pocket of your jeans. you ground him.

but bucky is really protective ofc. (another reason he can’t keep his hands off you)

he wants everyone to know a woman as beautiful as you is his girl.

he loves introducing you to other people. “hey, this is my girl, y/n.”

you love it when he calls you my girl, bc you’re most definitely his.

buck loves pet names.

doll, doll face, angel, darling, lover, but his favorite to call you is baby. he notices it makes you all flustered and he loves your shy smile.

his favorite that you call him is a tie btw lover and sweet boy. my sweet boy to be specific. the first time you ever said that to him, it made him weak in the knees and next thing he knew he was having to control his racing heart.

buck was definitely nervous to show you his metal arm, but you loved it. despite its flaws and track record, it was apart of the man you loved. you reminded bucky of that every day.

you opted to hold his metal hand on most days and that took him some adjusting. the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

buck loves kisses. your kisses.

he prefers them slow and meaningful where he can take as much time as he wants w/ you.

he’s not big on pda, but i mean, stealing a kiss from you when he’s walking through a room ain’t ever hurt anybody.

he loves giving you forehead kisses, especially bc of the height difference.

and when he’s trying to annoy you, he definitely goes for the obnoxious kiss on the cheek.

neck kisses, collarbone kisses (both giving and receiving) are *chefs kiss*

he’s definitely a words of affirmation type.

he expresses his love to you all day, everyday.

“have i told you how much i love you.”

“you are so damn beautiful, baby.”

“i adore you, you know that?”

you get along with his friends and that’s like the icing on top of the cake.

even natasha likes you.

you’re always inviting them over (although sam practically lives at your place already)

you absolutely love them and you love the way bucky loves them.

bucky is lowkey a simp.

he loves cuddling.

oml he’s a giant baby when he wants to have his arms around you.

head nuzzled into your neck, arms wrapped around your waist, with your hands running the length of his back.

buck could die peacefully.

you guys also have the best conversations when you’re cuddling. sometimes they’re abt hydra. other times they’re about how tiktok works. it just depends.

but bucky loves talking to you.

and reading with you.

you read books together all the time. you’ll both read a chapter to each other every night. it’s his favorite part of the day. it’s so soft and intimate.

mornings together are just as beautiful. a cup of coffee, a walk down the streets of brooklyn, laying in bed together. bucky soaks in every moment.

he is just so damn in love with you.

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earlgreydream · 2 years

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𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝. || 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

You stared at the wall, refusing to speak.

Bucky kissed your cheek, resting his forehead against yours. He watched your failed attempt to squirm away, wrapping a vibranium arm around your waist and holding you to his chest.

“Please, doll,” Bucky breathed, sending you into another round of broken sobs.

You were rigid for a moment before your chest heaved, tears pouring down your cheeks. You let yourself collapse into his body, tired of fighting him off.

He let you cry on his lap, your cheek resting against his strong thigh. It felt like your ribs were squeezing your lungs, and every so often you shuddered under Bucky’s gentle hands.

“I want to hear your pretty voice, doll. Want you to tell me what’s got you so upset,” Bucky gently tried to soothe you, rubbing your back.

You shook your head, your fingers touching your trembling lips as you squeezed your eyes shut. Bucky had been trying to get you to talk since he got home from work, but you’d been curled up on the couch with Alpine, your now shared cat, lips sealed shut.

He had a guess, but he hoped he was wrong. Whenever you got stressed, your stutter that you tried so hard to conceal would slip back into your speech. He’d began to notice it more recently, your voice getting caught on certain words, but in the last few days it had been worse.

“Did someone mock you, my love?” Bucky asked softly, and you froze, knowing you’d been caught.

That was exactly what had happened. You’d called into his office earlier in the day, trying to see if he was around to bring him lunch. You had reached his secretary, and she didn’t know who it was, laughing and mocking your stuttered speech.

“S-she l-laughed at m-me,” you sobbed finally, making Bucky’s heart break.

“She’s not going to have a job tomorrow.”

He rocked you silently, letting you sob into his chest. You hid your face in the boy, inhaling the scent of sandalwood and sage, burying yourself in his safety. His metal hand rubbed circles on the small of your back, his cheek resting against the top of your head.

“I love your voice, doll,” Bucky promised, and somehow you didn’t doubt him at all.

“S’different w-with you,” you stuttered, blushing as you stumbled over the words.

His thumbs wiped the tears off your cheeks, and you found yourself leaning into the vibranium touch. Bucky leaned in, pressing a warm kiss to your lips, soothing the ache in your heart.

You let him hug you, relaxing in his arms. He gave you little kisses, dotting them over your face as you rested.

“What will cheer you up?” Bucky asked, gently stroking your cheek.

You shrugged, trying to avoid giving him an answer. He stood up with you in his arms, carrying you into the kitchen and setting you down on the counter.

“How about…?” Bucky lifted a box of brownie mix from the cupboard, finally pulling a smile out of you.

“Okay,” you whispered, taking the box and tearing it open.

He helped you, grabbing bowls and the other ingredients that went into the treat, even tossing in extra chocolate chips from the time you’d made cookies.

Bucky stirred the batter when your arms got tired, and you helped him scoop it into a pan. The house began to smell sweet as they baked, and your sobs had fully subsided as you sat on the counter, eating stray chocolate chips.

“You’re perfect,” Bucky stated, breaking the silence and catching your attention.

You looked at him quietly, your eyes slightly widened at the profession. His hand gently squeezed your thigh, giving you soft reassurance. Your arms gently rested on his back as he hugged your waist, burying himself in your slighter form. Your fingers gently dragged through his hair, and you felt his lips press firmly against your skin.

“I love you, so much. It hurts to see you cry. I never want anybody to hurt you. I never want you to feel like you’re less than.”

“I love y-you too,” you rushed out, dragging him into a kiss, melting into his loving embrace.

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cupids-crystals · 2 years

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Banana Pancakes (B.B.)

Word Count: 0.8k

Summary: Sunday mornings with Bucky

Notes: a short comfort fic to make up for my recent creativity drought; no major warnings, descriptions of eating and cooking, tooth-rotting fluff. No reader pronouns.

Sitting at the kitchen table, one foot tucked under your leg and the other swinging softly through the air, you decided that you wanted to live in this moment forever.

Bucky stood a few feet away, filling you in on his week while he prepared breakfast. You bit back a smile as he started another story about his adventures with Sam, waving the spatula in his hand while he spoke.

The warmth of mid-morning had crept into the room, leaving you grateful for the thin, mismatched pajamas that you had worn to bed the night before. The sunlight streaming through the kitchen curtains stole your attention momentarily as you traced the spots where the rays landed on the wooden tabletop in front of you.

“Blueberries or strawberries?” Bucky spoke, drawing your attention to the plate of golden-brown pancakes held in his vibranium hand.

“Bananas,” you answered decidedly.

The first time Bucky had attempted his hand at cooking, you’d spent the morning scraping pancake batter from the cabinets, consoling your chagrined counterpart and his wounded ego. After countless attempts, he’d managed to fine-tune his technique, proudly showing off his skills with any chance he got.

“Bananas,” he echoed, grabbing the fruit from its place on the countertop.

This had become a tradition for the two of you – spending Sunday mornings away from the rest of the world, enjoying each other’s company in secluded bliss.

Bucky slid your plate in front of you, placing a kiss to your hairline before settling into his seat. You grinned gratefully at him, mumbling your thanks and grabbing the maple syrup from the middle of the table.

Fixing your plate in silence, you appreciated the familiar clinking of silverware against porcelain – the sound of good company and simple pleasure.

Bucky poured his coffee, stirring a spoonful of sugar into his mug. To anyone else, the hint of sweetness would go unnoticed; you thought the saccharine undertone was the perfect analogy for your brunet counterpart.

You passed the syrup over to Bucky, licking the sticky sweetness from your thumb with a pleased hum. He accepted the bottle from you, mindful of the molasses trailing down the side.

“This looks amazing,” you praised, eyes wide as saucers as you admired Bucky’s work.

The fluffy pancakes were perfectly centered on your plate, framed by the green ivy wreath that adorned all of your dishes. Bucky had picked the set himself, noting that the print reminded him of the chipped, faded set that his mother had owned. Still sometimes, he imagined her joining the two of you for Sunday breakfast, like two lifetimes melded together over tiny, shared details.

“Thank you, sugar,” he replied from behind his steaming mug.

You grabbed your fork from the table, digging into your breakfast happily. Bucky followed suit, picking a strawberry from the edge of his plate and popping it into his mouth.

The two of you shared light conversation through mouthfuls of food, appreciating the moment of stillness in your everchanging lives. No matter what you were faced with, Sunday would always meet you again.

Bucky finished first, pushing his plate away with a groan. “I always make too many pancakes,” he noted, running his hand over his face.

“There’s no such thing as too many pancakes,” you laughed, pointing your fork in his direction.

You finished eating just after Bucky, praising him again before gathering the dishes to wash.

“Let me help,” Bucky offered, grabbing the mugs and following you to the sink.

The two of you worked in tandem, close enough that your shoulders touched while standing over the soapy water. You took over scrubbing the dirty dishes while Bucky stood beside you with a towel over his shoulder.

“What should we do today?” you asked, handing Bucky a plate to dry.

“Maybe a nap,” he suggested after a thoughtful pause.

You shook your head playfully, laughing at his plans. “We just woke up.”

He left your side momentarily, putting the clean dishes away before returning and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“It’s Sunday,” he mumbled into your shoulder. “We deserve to relax.”

“That’s true,” you agreed, drying your hands and leaning into Bucky’s frame behind you. “I can never argue with your logic.”

The two of you were quick to settle on the couch, a pile of blankets pooling over you and Alpine curled up at your feet. The feline had joined you just after breakfast, purring softly at the notion of a midday nap.

“Are you comfortable?” Bucky asked, his thumb tracing over your side as he held you close to his chest.

You hummed your approval, eyes fluttering shut with a sudden lethargy. You were exactly where you needed to be – wrapped in Bucky’s embrace on a lazy Sunday morning. Tomorrow, you return to your tumultuous lives; today, you revel in the quietude.

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 2 years

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Do I wanna know? | Chapter one

summary: Bucky really hates when his therapist does the notebook thing and rather walk than sleep, but now he’s mad about his damn leather jacket. And y/n? y/n just wanted to take a bath in peace.

word count: 3.8k (okay, for the first chapters it's going to be a bit short but it'll get better)

listen to: I did something bad -Taylor Swift and Bad blood- Taylor Swift

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Bucky Barnes didn’t particularly enjoy talking. He remembered that once he did, god, he couldn’t stop talking when he was younger. He always talked, he blamed it on being raised among women, and honestly, he loved it. He always knew what to say when he wanted to pick up a girl and they loved how they could talk about him about everything and he would keep up with them, and it would make them realize that what they had to say was important, and honestly, it was a change on the other guys that were usually around in the 1940s.

But now, he didn’t enjoy talking with anyone, especially his therapist.

If you got a good look at Doctor Cristina Raynor you wouldn’t catch right away that she had been in the army but once you’d met her, you definitely knew that that woman had been a soldier. Bucky especially realized it when he wasn’t really talking one day, not that he truly did much talking, and she put him in his place as she reminded him that this, the therapy was part of his pardon; but he kept lying, and then she got out her notebook, that damn notebook.

And she had done it again, today, just hours before.

“So, did you ask her for another date?” Dr. Raynor asked as she shifted on her seat while James raised an eyebrow at her.

He had been working on trusting people for a while and nurturing relationships, and he had actually done it. He had gotten closer than ever before with someone, Sam was his friend, some might’ve said best friend and he was close to his family in Louisiana. He had gone there a couple of times with him and now it had become part of Bucky’s safe place, he truly enjoyed it and he thought he had done way too much with taking that risk. But now Dr. Raynor had asked Bucky something that truly terrified him.

“Why would I do that Doc?” he asked nonchalantly as he saw how Dr. Raynor clicked her pen, crossed her ankles, and poised it above her notebook, Bucky rolled his eyes. “Have I told you that it’s really passive-aggressive when you do that?”

“Multiple times,” she sighed as she kept looking at him for answers.

Nonetheless, Bucky truly didn’t have an answer for why he hadn’t asked Leah out again.

She was sweet and she was beyond kind, in fact, he knew that he had some sort of a crush on her but on the date that had not actually been asked by him but by Yori, he realized that he felt utterly uncomfortable and he knew that problem with it was about him, and not her.

“Why didn’t you ask her for another date?” Dr. Raynor asked once again as she stared at him.

“It didn’t feel right,” Bucky mumbled as he finally let the feeling of worthlessness turn into actual words. “ I don’t think like she could understand what I did when I was,”

“When you were brainwashed by a terrorist group for decades?” Dr. Raynor commented as if Bucky wasn’t aware of how ridiculous it sounded to put the blame on him, but he still felt it and he felt the shame of having done the things that he did, it still haunted him.

Bucky felt the heaviness on his chest growing as he recalled the feeling and had to quickly move his gaze away from Dr. Raynor to the wall behind her, his hand formed a fist as he tried to recall any exercise to calm his triggers down, looking away and the fist, usually it could help him control whatever feelings were growing like a dark hole on his chest.

“This is new for me, okay?” He finally let out as he shifted on the large grey couch uncomfortably.

“You are alone, less alone than before but you are still alone,” Dr. Raynor stated gravelly as he looked at him. “Sam is gone for months to this mission and you know that if you are still alone, and do not have a truly have a support system and someone that you can talk to other than Sam it can become a personal hell,”

It’s already a personal hell, Bucky thought as he walked through Brooklyn late at night, thinking about how he wasn’t able to be who he was before everything happened, but then again, when wasn’t he thinking about that.

He couldn’t really sleep some nights and he rather be awake than have nightmares of the many times he made people suffer, of the many ghosts that haunted him. He would walk endlessly through Brooklyn and if he felt like it, he would walk over to Lower Manhattan as well as he relieved his life or at least, whatever he could recall from his life.

He recalled how he would chase girls down the streets for their numbers after they had giggled when they saw him and Steve on the streets of Brooklyn. He recalled when they went to Rockaway Beach together and had spent all of the money they had left so he could buy a beer to a girl named Dolores that had been in the back of Bucky’s mind for months, he had been trying to impress her and she seemed delighted by it.

And now here he was, unable to even ask someone out and with a bloody past.

He grumbled under his breath as he kept walking and looking down the street, he didn’t even care to see what time it was knowing that he would be up for a long time but then Bucky saw something, a red dot, and all the alarms on his body went off at once as he threw himself behind a wall next to where he was walking and without missing a beat a bullet grazed his left shoulders.

Bucky's breathing turned harsher than usual, he could even hear the blood pumping on his ears as he tried to stay as still as he possibly could from behind that wall. Bucky usually didn’t have such a strong reaction from a bullet, a damn bullet, he had to face them all throughout his life and even recently in missions, but he realized that it was because he never expected it. He knew he had enemies, god, so many enemies that probably couldn’t fit on his apartment but this kind of an attack was something he never expected it.

And he was mad about it, his blood started to boil as he realized that someone had been clearly keeping tabs on him and was purposefully trying to take him down.

And even more now that they had ruined one of his favorite black leather jackets.

Slowly, Bucky decided to peek from his hiding spot, and as if it was being signaled by someone, another round of bullets was thrown at him from the roof from the closest building towards him. Bucky hid again as he turned towards other buildings and he realized people were starting to catch up as more and more windows started to cast light upon the streets, people were waking up because of the noise and they could be in danger.

Bucky cursed under his breath as he realized what he had to do, he felt his whole body growing hot, and even before he realized it, he took a hold of the sewage cap on the street and he threw it towards where the red dot was coming from with all the force that he had.

The roar of the sewage cap taking on everything in its way filled the streets, the bullets definitely stopped and a crashing sound roared through the streets, he stayed still for a couple of seconds, hoping that he had at least knocked out the one that had been shooting at him but in that second he caught sight of a dark figure running on the top of the building and he knew he had to catch whoever they were.

The figure with incredible agility jumped from one of the buildings to another and Bucky knew what he had to do. He ran towards the buildings and jumped straight away to the fire escape, before rapidly climbing his way to the roof as he reached the rooftop he was met by a clean kick on his jaw that made him lose his grip on the edge of the rooftop, he fell a floor or two.

Bucky could taste the blood on his mouth as he raised his head and saw that the figure had a black mask over his face with yellow goggles, and they had spent a second making sure that he was down, but that only made him even angrier. He quickly managed to climb right back up as he saw the black figure running through the rooftops of the closer buildings as he raced behind them. The figure quickly caught up to him though and before Bucky realized it, some red beads were thrown at him without any warnings, he felt the electricity running through his body from his neck.

Bucky’s body began to tremble as a red aura came from his where the beads had attached themselves and Bucky felt sick to his stomach, his jaw became rigid as the pulses of electricity ran towards his body and as he closed his eyes he was transported back to the tiny room where his mind was constantly being reset. And as if it was an animal instinct his left arm took a hold of the beads and threw them from the rooftop completely.

Now he was pissed.

“Come here,” he muttered under his breath with a growl before giving them a blow on the cheek with his vibranium arm.

The figure fell onto the floor but soon it started to fight back, Bucky didn’t have time to gather the agility of his opponent as they hit him square in the face and quickly ducked before sliding their leg under him making him trip and fall, but Bucky didn’t last long on the floor. As soon as he fell, he tumbled backward and crouched before launching himself towards the figure with a growl, pushing them towards the edge of the building with all the force he had, the figure handspring at the edge of the building and quickly threw a rope with a claw to the rooftop and before Bucky could even blink, the figure jumped from the building.

Bucky, realizing that he could lose them quickly reached towards the edge and jumped from the building without anything holding him, he landed on the street, rolling from the height and the speed from free-falling before he chased the figure towards a metro station that was still open. The figure quickly jumped over the ticket gates and slid down the center of one of the electric stairs that lead to the platform, Bucky followed it swiftly, and before the figure even landed on the platform Bucky had thrown it down at the floor.

The figure quickly flicked its head back and hit Bucky on the face, setting them free before it was pushing Bucky with its legs away from it. Bucky quickly stood up as well as the figure did, but instead of confronting him, it tried to run but Bucky wouldn’t allow it. He ran towards it and pulled him by the shoulder making them fall to the ground once again but they backflipped quickly and kicked Bucky on his ribs, Bucky took their leg and pulled them closer to him, locking them around the waist and throat, holding them down, within a second, he took off the mask.

Honestly, you believed that you look like a deer in the headlights as your eyes met his steel-blue eyes.

You were too close, closer than you ever wanted to get to James Barnes, to the Winter Soldier, or at least it was the closest you wanted to get before you actually killed him. Nonetheless, your mind felt empty as you looked more and more into his eyes, you were mesmerized by how clear they looked if you were close enough, they seemed like constellations with the specks of grey that he had on them.

Bucky, on the other hand, couldn’t close his mouth as he took you in. He felt like the world around the two of you, as your gazes remained locked, had simply disappeared as you fell silent. There wasn’t push and pull anymore and the adrenaline from the fight seemed to relocate to the adrenaline of being so close to you, he felt like his body was burning everywhere he had contact with you.

But as soon as you heard the train coming, your mind snapped.

Bucky didn’t even have time to realize how easily you escaped from his hold, as you quickly bent and pulled him over yourself so he could stay on the side of the platform farther away from the tracks of the train. Bucky landed hard on the concrete with a thud and as he raised his head, you gave him one last look before jumping into the tracks of the train. Bucky tried to run towards you, and now he didn’t know if it was to catch you or get you out of the evident danger that you were in but he was too late. Before he knew it, the train arrived at a speed that shook him to his core as he believed that you were hit by it. Bucky seemed stuck in the place, unable to actually move as his heart was beating wildly on his chest, the train lasted a minute on the platform, and soon it was moving away, and when it left the station, you were nowhere to be around.

Bucky felt a strange wave of relief on his body as he didn’t see your dismembered body in the tracks but as the seconds passed he realized that minutes before you were actually trying to kill him. Bucky felt a shiver run down his spine as his mind immediately went to Hydra, before walking out of the station, he was already taking his phone out and called one of the ten numbers he had there.

“Ayo, I need your help,” he muttered before he started to walk out of the station.

On the other hand, you were really sore and your body was covered in bruises and a cut on your cheek as you started to fill the bathtub of the small bathroom you the apartment you had rented in Brooklyn. Honestly, you were just not sore but mad at yourself as you realized that you had blown it off tonight, you had completely lost the element of surprise to kill James Barnes and you knew that it would be ten times more difficult to deal with that, and you had planned it perfectly. You’d been watching him for over two weeks now and you were aware that with the dose of super-strength soldier that he had running through his veins, plus being an Avenger, the best thing you could do was avoid hand to hand combat with him, and yet you had fallen into just that.

But your thoughts were dissipated as you heard your phone ringing.

It was Yelena.

“You know, it’s not fun at all that you get to stay in the Upper East Side while I have to stay in Brooklyn,” you complained, with a sigh of relief escaping your lips as you entered the bathtub.

“It’s not my fault that my target it’s wealthier than yours,” Yelena answered back with a laugh. “Plus, I had to do recon too in Lower Manhattan and had to go to a college too,” she commented as she ate something, you thought that it might be mac&chesse by the way she was moaning at the food entering her mouth.

“Isn’t your target extremely old?” you asked with a scrunch-up nose as you wrapped your hair with a towel and finally laid on the bathtub. Your back was killing you and you weren’t sure if it was for the way you had been taken down or just by the way you had held onto the train to escape from the Winter Soldier.

“Yeah, but you know how it goes,” Yelena shrugged mouth still a bit full. “One turns into two, two turns into three, and so on,” she said with a somehow singing voice and suddenly your world shut down, you felt sick as you heard her words and your mind went into the darkest place.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry we didn’t mean to,” the younger widow muttered as she held her throat that had been recently wrapped with your hands.

But you stayed silent as you walked towards here with a menacing glare. You had been assigned a mission, another one that hadn’t turned out exactly how it had been described by you.

Because one widow that had escaped turned into two widows that had tried to kill you.

“You goT her already, PLEASE!” she begged as the blood from her nose trailed into her lips but you couldn’t really do anything, your eyes didn’t even turn to gaze at the body that you already had left.

Before you knew it, your chest started to fall up and down heavily, and as much as you wanted to stop you couldn’t. You quickly kicked her in the ribs and she was falling.

“y/n?” Yelena asked snapping you out of your memories, until then you realized that tears were falling from your eyes and you quickly wiped them away.

“Uhm, sorry I didn’t hear you, what did you say?” you asked her, trying not to make a big deal about it, especially with Yelena who was aware of the sudden dissociation episodes that you were victim to when something triggered your unwanted memories.

They always came on the weirdest moments, something like a videogame or even glasses clinking after having a toast made you go back to the darkest places you’d ever been in. And the worst thing was that you couldn’t even control it. You had to take multiple pills to actually get to sleep and not wake up with nightmares as you believed you’d done those things again. Nonetheless, Yelena had taught you a mechanism to deal with them, “look at your hands and breath, they don’t have blood and it means you’re okay”, she repeated time and time again and it actually helped a lot but sometimes you weren’t even able to check them before an episode began.

“I was asking you about how it went tonight,” Yelena said softly as if she had already caught up at the tone of your voice and the slight tremble it had.

“Oh,” you mumbled, unsure of what to actually bring up from the disastrous evening. “Yeah, not great, he might've seen my face but I’m handling it,” you explained as you tried to make it sound less aggravating, but it would seem like you had failed by the way Yelena shrieked.

“y/n WHAT?”

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered, “No, it was for two seconds but-”

Yelena didn’t let you finish as you felt your heart on your throat by her words, “y/n, this is bad,”

“What do you mean?” you asked her, standing from the shower and quickly wrapping a towel around your body. “You know better than me that Widows are extremely hard to find, if anything he wouldn’t be able to get anything on me, right?”

You were sure that you were hard to find, you were sure that you were implacable at your work, and that you knew by heart how to clean up a scene and not leave anything behind for anyone to find. You had been raised for this, you had been raised to be a ghost, what did Yelena mean?

Yelena stayed silent for a couple of seconds as you looked at yourself in the mirror and realized how pale you actually looked at the moment, how green your face had turned in a couple of minutes. “Right y/n, but Petrovich…”

You felt like your vision had turned upside down as you heard Yelena bringing up his name because you knew how much it caused pain for you, before you could even react you were already leaning against the wall of the bathroom for stability but you quickly fell down into the cool tile floor anyway.

“What?” you asked her with your gummy throat, the spaces of silence between the two of you were killing you, you knew that she was trying to frame it as well as she could but by how cautious she was being you knew that it wasn’t good. “Yelena?” you repeated.

“He made sure that you left a trail of blood behind you,” Yelena finally said gravelly. “That’s why you were one of the first one’s I found,”

Before you knew, your phone was slipping from your hand as it fell on the bathroom floor and you quickly placed your knees up to your chest and wrapped them with your hands as tears started to fill your eyes and soon fall into your body, mixing it with the droplets of water coming from the tub.

James Barnes is going to know, was the only thought that crossed your mind but you weren’t sure how fast it would be, although with the Wakandands on his side you knew it wouldn’t be long.

And it wasn’t.

“I already sent you all the information we gathered,” Ayo instructed seriously through the phone as soon as Bucky picked it up from his place on the coffee table he had.

“Thank you, Ayo,” he muttered as he stood up from his made-up bed on the floor. Bucky didn’t really like to sleep on the bed just yet, he had been trying but on the hardest nights, he just felt better on the hardwood floor than on the bed, he felt like he was being swallowed, although it really wasn’t helping him tonight. “It means a lot to me,”

“Let us know if you get kicked again by another woman, we loved the footage,” Ayo commented mischievously with her low voice, Bucky just knew that they had all laughed at him by the way that you had kicked his ass.

“Yeah yeah, but thank you,” he answered quickly and before he knew it, she hanged up.

Bucky stood up and went to the small desk he had next to the window with a small laptop that was a bit old by today’s standard but that he enjoyed. He quickly opened the file that had been saved on his laptop and automatically his gaze was locked on those y/e/c eyes.

God, he couldn’t stop looking or thinking about you.

It was you.

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author's note: I truly believe that I just like to inflict pain on myself when writing a fighting scene like it sounds great on my head and then having it to put into words? kllme. Anywway, I was excited for this chapter seeing that a lot of you reblogged the prologue and I added a playlist to go with this story so I'm extremely excited about it. I think this can qualify as a meet cute between assasins, right?

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lostalioth · 3 years

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𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤 ; 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺

summary: “I’m right here bucky” you bring your free hand up to his oddly pale face and rub at his cheek. “Just breathe baby it's okay you’re okay” you repeat that statement a few more times over as bucky's breathing evens out slowly. “Jus’ wanna be close come here” he mumbled with what you would’ve swore is a whine as he attempts to pull your body onto his lap.

warnings: fluff, fatws!bucky x fem!reader, mention of nightmares, nicknames [baby, doll, babydoll], mention of readers weight [dont know if i need this but it also isn’t in a bad way at all!]

note: so pressure or weight against my chest helps me when I’m having a panic attack and i think it would also help bucky when he is woken up from nightmares :( also sorry it’s short its hard to force myself to write lately so also sorry if this is bad.

You are startled awake by a sudden violent thrashing from the body laid in bed beside you. You prop your back up against the pillows and rub at your eyes as they adjust to the pitch black room. “James..?” You question softly and look over next to you. Even though you could just make out Bucky's figure next to you, you can tell he is squirming in his sleep. He’s having a nightmare, you knew he was though he’s been lying to the therapist about them. You sit there stunned for a moment, you wanna help but dont wanna spook him further. You slowly reach your hand out and rub at his wrist and up his arm, hoping you could possibly sooth him? You didn't quite know what to do but he has told you that there is nothing wrong you could do, just you sitting by him helps him.

After some time his body suddenly jolts up as he is awoken from his nightmare. “Baby?” His voice is very raspy yet shaken as he grabs ahold of your hand, lacing your warm fingers with cold metal ones. His breathing is very quick and uneven as he adjusts to waking up from such a nightmare.

“I’m right here bucky” you bring your free hand up to his oddly pale face and rub at his cheek. “Just breathe baby it's okay you’re okay” you repeat that statement a few more times over as bucky's breathing evens out slowly. “Jus’ wanna be close come here” he mumbled with what you would’ve swore is a whine as he attempts to pull your body onto his lap. You assist him by lifting your body up and swing one leg over his lap, he does the rest pulling you down by your hips.

Once seated in his lap you let go of his hand to pull your comfort, that he had tossed off over your shoulders and relaxed into his chest. Needing to be touching you even more than he is, he wraps his arms around your waist hugging you against him. “Much better, just need you babydoll” he sighs and buries his face as deep as he can in your neck, practically inhaling your scent that surrounds him. Your arms rest on his shoulders as you rub at the back of his neck and run your fingers up it, trying to calm him more. “You know you need to talk to somebody about these James” you sigh as your heart breaks a bit remembering all he’s told you before that he went through.

“Not talkin’ to that useless therapist” he groans and whines like he was a toddler and squeezes you. He can be such a grumpy old man or a toddler there is little in between. You let out a soft chuckle “buck i didn't mean her, i meant me or even sam i know he would listen to you” you explained which made him let out a small and relieved ‘oh’ as he realized he should’ve let you finish your statement.

“We can talk bout’ it in the morning” he grumbled through a yawn as he let his body fall back on the bed. He lets out a oof as your weight is now pressed against him. “Buckyy.. I’m gonna squish you, I need to get off before we go back to bed” you groan through a laugh as you try to shimmy your body out of his strong grip. “Nope, you stay right here” he states as a fact as he closes his eyes trying to fall back into a hopefully more peaceful sleep. He is squeezing your body tighter against him making it harder for you.

You continued to wiggle, trying to get out as you were worried with all your body weight atop him. “Stop squirming doll. I wanna sleep like this, the pressure of you on top of my chest feels nice” he explained as he rubs at the small of your back with his flesh hand, trying to get you to let the exhaustion take over once again. “The pressure relaxes me, you're like my own personal weighted blanket” is the last thing you were able to make out before he is dead asleep. You sigh in defeat and melt into Bucky's chest, closing your eyes. His shallow breathing and the rhythmic sound of his heart beating lull you to sleep once you know he’s safely asleep.

He doesnt have another nightmare that night luckily, holding you against him soothes him into a very mellow and calm sleep.

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kelieah · 3 years

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hii! i was wondering if i could request a fic or blurb or literally anything with bucky? i was thinkin maybe something with the outline of lazy sunday mornings with soft kisses and just laying in bed as the sun rises? you can add on anything if you’d like obviously but yeah! thank you <3

i don’t care (bucky barnes x reader)

word count: 0.8k

warnings: fluff, kissing, language

author's note: bucky has been making me so soft lately, so i love this request! thank YOU

edited: sorry this took a while! it’s been in my drafts and i added on lil by lil

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You wake up slowly and comfortably, gradually remembering the warm body you’re pressed up against. His arms are wrapped around you loosely and his cheek is gently lying against the top of your head. You smile tiredly and snuggle up to him, tilting your head to press a kiss against his jaw. He lets out a soft noise that causes you to giggle. You admire him for a moment, observing how peaceful and calm he looks while resting. Noticing he still has his dog tags around his neck, you carefully take a hold of them and feel the cool material in between your fingers. Your eyes softening at the names on the tags. Steven G. Rogers. James B. Barnes. You peck his skin repeatedly until his eyelids flutter open. He glances down at you through droopy eyes and returns you a lazy smile, “Morning.”

“Good morning, Sleepyhead,” your yawn interrupts your greeting. He chuckles and leans down, placing a kiss on your lips. You reach out for his cheek and hold him still, deepening the kiss. “Ew,” you mutter jokingly and move away from his lips.

“Ew?” he whispers and props himself up with his elbow, glancing down at you.

You look up at him and nod, poking his nose. “Your breath stinks,” you whisper back.

He smiles at you and stifles a laugh, pushing you aside. “Yours does too.”

“I know,” you shrug and roll over, sitting up. You stretch yourself out and fall back onto the bed to lay your head on his lap.

“Why do you wear a bra to sleep?” he mutters and plays with your hair, his fingers then trailing down to the straps of your bra. You look at him confused, your expression a question itself. “I’m shirtless, you should be too,” he teases with a soft playful tone.

You burst out into a fit of giggles and sit back up, rolling your eyes. “Oh, Barnes.” You walk over to the bathroom. He smirks and watches as you place a hand on your hip. “I’m shoawing yoo whaht you should beh dohing,” you mimic him, your words muffled as you brush your teeth.

“I’m tired,” he excuses himself and leans against the headboard.

“I will shove a toothbrush into your mouth and make you,” you spit out the excess and swish water inside of your mouth. After finishing up, you grab his toothbrush and point it at him threateningly, “Don’t test me.”

He stares back at you with a bored yet amused expression. “Kinky.”

“Bucky!” you whine and toss him his toothbrush.

“Fine, fine,” he catches it and laughs quietly, making his way over to you. “But we go back to bed after this,” he mumbles in your ear and kisses your earlobe.

“Okay,” you reply slightly flustered, and slip back into bed, admiring him from afar.

He brushes his teeth and turns towards you to wink. “I loohk hoat daon’t I?” he retorts while brushing his teeth.

“Yeah, you do,” you chuckle and lean back against the headboard, hugging your knees close to your chest.

After he finishes up doing his thing, he walks over to you and admires you briefly before flopping onto the bed in front of you. He looks up at you and smiles. “Hi.”

“Hey,” you reach out and cup his cheek, brushing your thumb against his stubble. He kisses the inside of your palm and cautiously opens up your legs to crawl in between them. You blush and glance down at him, feeling yourself melt as he wraps his arms around your waist. His touch is gentle, comforting and soon he lies his head against your chest.

You pull him closer and run your hands through his short hair, smiling tiredly. He tilts his head and leaves soft kisses against your chest, sighing happily. He finds himself dozing off until you poke his cheek, “Baby?” He barely hums in response as your hands massage his scalp and help him melt to sleep. “Can you hold me instead? You’re kinda crushing me,” you admit sheepishly and cup his face.

He then instantly wakes up and nods, “Oh yeah, of course, sweetheart. Should’ve told me sooner.” He presses a short kiss against your lips and moves to the side, sliding into the cool sheets while opening up his arms. Before you fall into his arms, you slightly open the blinds and then succumb to his embrace.

“I have work soon,” you whisper gently, another smile dancing onto your lips as both his arms wrap around you. Your tone alludes to wanting to get ready but he ignores your words and grumbles tiredly, in an almost childish way. “Buck,” you whine.

He kisses your neck sluggishly and drapes his leg over you, almost trapping you against him. “I don’t care.”

“Don’t you have something to do with Sam today?” you murmur softly and enjoy his warmth, for the time being, feeling tingly sensations as he continues to peck at your skin.

“I don’t care.”

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asgardwinter · 3 years

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Lost

summary | Bucky doesn’t need a GPS. Or that’s what he wants to believe.

pairing | TFATWS!Bucky x fem!Reader

warnings | only some curse words, Bucky is a grumpy old man and I love it

word count | 560

author’s note | THIS WAS FUN! I’m having a lot of fun writing these small blurbs, hope you like it as much as I do. It was inspired by these lines.

Feedback is always appreciated and it makes my day!

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“Where are we, babe?” You asked Bucky when you woke up from the quick nap you took. The glass of the car’s window wasn’t nearly the best pillow.

“On our way to Sam’s, doll.” He said it like it was obvious.

“Please elaborate. This would still be true if you said it hours ago.”

The moment he didn’t reply you knew exactly what was happening.

“We’re lost Buck, aren’t we?”

“No! We’re not lost!” He quickly shot back highly offended.

“Thanks for the confirmation.”

Bucky’s pout was adorable and you knew it was completely unintentional. “Okay, we might be a little bit lost.” He admitted. “But we’ll find the way on the map.”

Nothing could’ve stopped you from rolling your eyes at that.

Why does your boyfriend need to be such a grumpy old man and act exactly like one sometimes? And you loved seeing him getting to settle back into his own self after all he’s been through, but why the damn stubbornness right there in the middle of nowhere?

“Fuck Bucky! Just use the goddamn GPS! It won’t kill you.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t need a GPS? I can handle this with my eyes closed.”

“Don’t you even dare to test this theory!” You warned, imagining you both getting even more lost.

The silence wasn’t pleasant like at the beginning of the trip, so you went to turn up the radio.

“Can you see the map for me, please?” Bucky asked you, making you stop your action.

Quietly, you unfolded the enormous paper that had the route traced in red and started the search to locate wherever you were.

“Thank you.” He said in a lower voice.

You didn’t answer him, bothered by the situation and how he wouldn’t make anything easier. You were tired even after the nap and the actual rest you wanted the most seemed really far to achieve.

“Could you at least stop to ask for directions?” You asked, almost begging it to him.

“No.”

You sighed at his response and continued to look at the map. The moment he turned to a different road that made the sunset visible to you, you smiled at the incredible sight.

“See, doll, that’s a beautiful view and we wouldn't have found it with your stupid GPS.” Bucky bragged.

If looks could kill Bucky Barnes wouldn’t be there anymore, because the way you glared at him would’ve ended his life for sure. “That’s really beautiful and we did find it thanks to you, but can we use the GPS? I’d love to get to Sam’s today.”

For a small moment you thought he would let you use this century’ technology to help him, but it didn’t last long.

“No.” Bucky said, smirking at your bothered face.

“Whatever.” You muttered turning to the radio. “But I’m in charge of the music.”

“You’re going to use this against me, aren’t you?”

“And you ask.” You used that horrible fake evil laugh. “And I’m snitching this to Sam.”

At the mention of his “coworker” Bucky’s eyes widened. He was having fun by irritating you, but now he realized that having you and Sam at the same place making fun of him would be unbearable.

Bucky tried to think of something quick. “Alright, what if we negotiate the GPS, sweetheart?”

“Real smooth, Barnes.”

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atlaese · 3 years

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before sunset, i fell - b.b.

summary: apparently, when you stay in the honeymoon suite, the husband and the ring on your left hand come with the package. *terms and conditions apply. refunds are not issued. pairing: modern!bucky x fem!reader tw: modern AU, cursing, allusions to smut, implied smut, alcohol, fluff, food, tell me if i missed something! words: 4.5K a/n: hi lovelies!! this is my entry for @ambrosiase indigo hotel writing challenge :) i chose the prompts honeymoon suite & vacation with bucky, but added a few little twists. also idk why but the blue suit on seb makes me go feral...😵‍💫 i worked on this for... the longest time i have ever worked on a fic, so i hope you like it!! p.s. Thank you to my loves @buckycuddlebuddy & @midnightf for helping me out 💞 i love y’all!!

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A soft breeze was coming through the half-shut curtains, softly caressing your bare back as you inhaled lightly, pressing your face deeper in the soft pillow. It was such a nice morning. There were fresh sheets on the bed and they smelled like a washing product you didn’t immediately recognize as your own, a slight floral hint in them as you stretched out your arms. Everything felt good and the sound of waves crashing against rocks a few miles away, made it feel like you were on holiday in some far-away country.

You strained your eyes against the harsh morning light as you blinked a few times, trying to get the sleep out of your eyes. Something felt off though, maybe it was the pounding headache that made you screw your eyes back shut or perhaps it was the fact that these white sheets weren’t yours at all.

What is going on, you thought to yourself, scrunching the white sheets in your fists as you turned on your back, cold air hitting your bare skin as you looked down at your body in horror. Why were you naked? Even on the hottest summer nights you at least wore a pair of panties and an old tank top, so where were they now?

Quickly pulling up the sheets over your bare chest, you looked up at the ceiling again. Your sight was met with a fancy chandelier that you definitely didn’t own, just like the headboard that was way too big to fit your queen-sized bed.

What in the cliché movie is this. Did you just drink too much and book a hotel room for once, instead of relying on your friends to get you safely home in an overpriced cab?

Slightly sitting up and clutching onto the sheets, you scanned around the room you were in, looking at all the modern art that was hung up, as well as the small sliver of the sea you could spot through the curtains.

Your gaze ended up at the other side of the king-sized bed.

Underneath the white sheets, there was a man lying on his stomach, sheets barely covering his naked ass as he was breathing at a slow and steady pace, tufts of air making little noises that you would’ve found cute if you at least knew who this fucking man was.

As your heart battered in your chest, you silently stepped out of the bed, taking the sheets with you and leaving the man buck ass naked and you snuck over to the nearby door, hoping it was the bathroom and that it had a robe you could use.

Exhaling a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you closed the door behind you, thanking your guardian angel that it was indeed a bathroom. Two fluffy robes were neatly folded on the counter and you switched out the sheets for one.

Staring into the mirror, you had to take a moment to calm down and collect your thoughts. For some reason, you were staying in a hotel with a man you didn’t know. On top of that, both of you were naked, sleeping in the same bed, which said a lot and at the same time still left you confused.

You turned on the tap to splash some water in your face, to get rid of the foggy feeling that was inhibiting your head like a bank of mist that hung over the street, unable to see through unless you ventured further into it.

That’s when another piece of the puzzle fell into place. The cold metal of a ring rubbed against your cheek and you stilled in your movements - please, please don’t let me be married to a random guy. Please.

It was a simple gold band with a small diamond attached to it, that was resting on your left ring finger, signaling that you were now probably married to the man that was snoring away in the bed.

Pressing your face into a towel, you lightly screamed out of frustration into the plush cotton. It all felt like some sort of bad dream you couldn’t wake up from, a mixture of beauty and pain that was making your head spin. The only plus in this situation was the hotel suite you were in - it was large , spacious and more luxurious than you’d ever seen. This guy better pays for it.

Slipping out of the room without disturbing the man was the plan of action - and hopefully, your stuff was within reach to assure a swift and quiet exit.

“You’re not thinking about leaving me already, right, wifey?” the man chuckled from his place in the bed as you tried to silently close the bathroom door. You turned around quickly, eyes big in horror as you watched him.

He was still naked, but his head was turned your way now, still pressed into the pillow and blue eyes shining with an emotion you couldn’t quite place yet. Was he... happy?

“You’re less vocal today than yesterday, huh,” he snickered and sat up, his arms spread out as if expecting a hug. Being naked in front of a stranger wasn’t a big deal to him apparently. Flirting with one and making crude jokes wasn’t either.

“Uhm- I’m sorry,” you choked out, eyes straining to keep the eye contact and not lower to the rest of his physique - a physique that most definitely didn’t hurt your eyes.

Watching his face brought back a few flashes of memories you didn’t know you had. Blue eyes shining as you ran hand in hand through a venue, his soft touches that lingered on the open back of your dress and the soft rubbing of his scruff against your face as you were dancing slowly along with booming music in a club, lost in your bubble for two.

“C’mere,” he beckoned, a soft smile on his face as he watched your stoic expression. By some sort of gravitational pull - or his overall alluring charisma, you sat down on the bed next to him and he immediately pulled you into his body, his head buried in your neck as you tried not to freak out - again.

“What should we do today, maybe take that surfing lesson you talked about yesterday?” he mumbled against the skin of your neck, leaving a light kiss in the wake of his words. “It looks like a good day to go surfing.”

“Uh, sure,” you blinked rapidly, sifting through all the memories that were finding their way back to the surface like a whale swimming many feet below the water, ready to breach in an exhilarating moment of pure power.

“Okay,” he groaned, dragging his face away from your neck and standing upright, stretching out every limb as you averted your eyes from a certain body part, conveniently right in front of your face.

“Let’s go have breakfast and then we can figure out what to do,” he suggested, going to the bathroom.

The man quickly turned around again, facing you with a knowing smirk on his face. “If you can figure out my name, of course. You do remember that huh, wife of mine?”

The glint in his eyes betrayed that he knew exactly what was going on in the depths of your head. The way your eyes glossed over when you were thinking hard, sifting through the countless memories, trying to pinpoint who he was and what had happened in the last 24 hours.

It was odd to see a stranger know you so well, even after presumably spending little time together.

“It’s Bucky. Put on that blue dress and meet me for breakfast in 15,” he said with pursed lips, nodding his head to your open suitcase where a summery blue dress was laying on top, then disappearing in the bathroom, leaving just his scent lingering in the sheets you were previously wrapped up in.

“Fuck,” the words softly left your mouth as you fell on your back, staring up at the beautiful chandelier again. “What have I done now?”

* * *

True to his word, Bucky was sitting at a table for two, browsing through a local paper as another hand held a mug of coffee, just refilled by one of the many waiters bustling around. The staff were wearing goddamn white gloves. What kind of establishment is this?

After Bucky had disappeared into the bathroom, you had quickly thrown on the blue dress and a pair of espadrilles, before opening the door to the hallway and being swallowed whole into the maze that was this hotel.

The hotel had a magnificent garden too, overlooking the blue ocean that was softly lapping against the pearly white beach. The air that left your lungs slowly started to match the calm rhythm of the water coming up to you and backing away again, a natural element of calm providing you with the necessary support.

You had needed to get away from the whole pompous honeymoon suite and the strange but alluring man in it. Memories were still flitting through your head at lightspeed, too quick to understand what they were and in what order they were supposed to be put in. It felt like you were flipping through a photo album, the pictures shuffled around to make the timeline incomprehensible.

And there he was, looking all soft in a light blue t-shirt, a white chino and some flip flops on his feet. He didn’t seem dangerous. He looked like any other guy you could fall for, his smile a little too reckless to be good, his charm overwhelming you in the best way. This man was going to be trouble, for sure.

He looked tanned, little freckles dotted over his arms, his tanned cheeks pulling into a smile when he noticed you standing a few feet away, looking a little dishevelled from the wind blowing in your hair, your eyes wide and cautious.

“Ah, there you are,” Bucky stood up, leaving his napkin on the table as he pulled back the chair opposite of his, gesturing that it was yours to sit in.

“Uh, thank you,” you mumbled as he pushed the chair closer to the table before sitting down again. “Sorry, needed a breather.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he snickered, finally taking a bite from the croissant he had grabbed from the buffet. “I got you a pain au chocolat, hope you like that.”

“Yeah, thanks,” you mumbled, pulling a piece of buttery dough and stuffing your mouth. Just like everything else in this hotel, it was perfect and luxurious. Goddamn, this isn’t making it any easier to just bolt and leave this fever dream behind.

“So, tell me, has it always been a dream of yours to surf with dolphins,” he genuinely asked, a certain spark in his eyes as he put down his mug and leaned his chin on a fist.

“Uhm, well, you see up until 30 minutes ago it wasn’t,” you wrung your hands together in your lap, peering around the room and effectively avoiding his azure eyes. “It does sound very fun.”

Bucky gripped the armrests of his chair and shuffled closer towards you, the chair making a screeching noise over the marble floors as other patrons shot looks at the odd couple that was disturbing their peaceful breakfast.

“What do you remember from, say yesterday morning?” Bucky asked, his eyes narrowed as he watched you attempt to remember what had happened after your breakfast.

“I got breakfast in the hostel, which by the way, is nowhere near as fancy as this place, drove around with a scooter on the island and met a friend for margaritas in the bar on the town square.”

“Then, it’s blank,” you admitted, “or not really. I have these- these memories of us walking hand in hand through a venue and other stuff, but I can’t seem to put them in the right order.”

“Still a bit foggy up there, huh,” he tapped his temple, azure eyes awash with concern. “I can retell my part of our story, maybe that gives your brain a jumpstart?”

You nodded, eyes now focused on him as you wrapped your hands around the mug with steaming coffee as Bucky looked up at the ceiling, mouth pulled into a pout.

“Okay, you and your friend… I don’t remember their name-”

“Alex.”

“Right, Alex,” he scraped his throat, “we were next to each other at the bar and we got to talking and there were a lot of drinks.”

“Like a lot,” he stressed, his hand sifting through his hair, remembering the bill he paid and the number of times he had to try to get the code of his credit card right.

“Still doesn’t explain this,” you lifted up your left hand, the ring catching the rays of the sun and a small rainbow crossed your face. Bucky had to try his best not to pull out his phone and snap a picture of you, the combination of your soft skin, the small rainbow and your lips that were pulled into a small pout making it hard.

“Well, that was your idea, actually,” he bit his lip, scrunching his nose as your mouth dropped open in shock. “You were pretty convincing, I gotta add.”

“I- are you sure?” you asked, just to be sure you heard it right. Why would you ever ask a random man you met just that day to marry you?

Bucky just nodded, a tinge of cockiness present on his face as he resumed to tell the story of how you two met and how exactly this whole thing happened.

“So, your friend found this chapel thingy? They flagged down a cab, found a store with simple wedding dresses and found someone to officiate it,” Bucky said, with an impressed look on his face. “All while they were black-out drunk, I have to say that’s a talent.”

“Would it surprise you when I told you they are a professional party planner?” you said, scratching your forehead as you thought about how much money this must’ve cost. Weddings could easily go into the thousands and knowing your taste, you picked out an expensive dress.

“Am I bankrupt by now? It wasn’t your best idea to marry me if I spent all my cash on this little escapade.”

“No, I covered it, you’re fine,” he chuckled as you exhaled a breath, happy you didn’t splurge on a stupid wedding dress for a wedding you can’t even remember.

“But, now I feel bad. How much was it?” you asked, your hand landing on his forearm, sending an electric wave through the both of you, as you tried your best to not show how much it affected you.

“It wasn’t that much, honestly,” he said, his cheeks showing a tinge of red as he tried to play it off as if it was normal to pay for a stranger’s stuff, let alone a wedding dress. “Really, don’t worry about it.”

Something about the way he said those words without much care, showed that even he wasn’t bothered to pay for anything at all. He must be comfortable, to talk about expensive hotel suites and wedding dresses as if they were groceries you got at the supermarket.

“Enough talk about money. I hired a pair of surfboards and wetsuits for the day,” he stood up, reaching out his hand to pull you up. “You ready to go?”

You pondered for a second, before looking up at him, eyes shining brightly, “on one condition. We don’t talk about real-life depressing stuff while we’re here. No talking about jobs or family or other bullshit. Just us.”

The story he had told seemed to fit into the jumbled memories that were slowly assembling themselves in your mind and it didn't seem like he had any malicious attempts for you, looking at his face that seemed more trustworthy than the one of your ex.

A grin pulled on his lips as he nodded, his hand still outstretched as he wiggled his fingers, “it’s a deal.”

Taking his hand, he pulled you up, his other arm coming around your waist to hold you close, his grip a stronghold on you as his eyes looked between yours, trying to figure you out, an enigma right in front of his eyes that got more complex every time he blinked.

“Let’s go enjoy our honeymoon then, sweetheart.”

* * *

The surfing was way more fun than you expected it to be. Both clad in wetsuits, you tried your best to stand up on the board, the big waves knocking both of you off of it as you tried your best to contain your laughter.

Bucky was just as bad as you, probably even worse. The man had no balance whatsoever as the board just kept getting away from under his feet, even when the waves had calmed down after a while.

After a few hours of messing around together, Bucky took your hand and interlaced your fingers, as you both sat down on the boards and floated around, waiting for the sun to set in its thousands of pastel colours.

“Just so you don’t float away,” he said as an excuse, nodding down to your interlaced hands.

“Right,” you bit your lip, turning your head away to hide the smile that was gracing your face.

Both of you knew it wasn’t just about floating away anymore, it was about staying together, getting to know each other in other ways than normal people would. You had started where most stories ended and done it all in reverse.

It confused other people too.

When you were at a restaurant the following evening, an older couple came up, asking how long you too had known each other as they were so drawn in with the way you interacted with each other. When Bucky straight-facedly told them it had been a full 72 hours, they scurried off as the two of you buckled over in laughter.

Every night before you went to bed, there was still a tension to be found, like a current running between your digits as you turned your back to him in bed, trying your best not to let your stuttering breaths wake him.

It was hard for him, too. The bed was big enough for you to comfortably sleep in, but each morning you woke up with one of you on the other side, limbs tangled as heat rose to either of your cheeks before you scurried off to the bathroom for a cold shower, shaking the thoughts from your head.

On the sixth night, there was this unspoken agreement after you had spent the day driving around the island on a scooter, your arms wrapped around his waist and your cheeks squished against his shoulder. The whole day there had been a certain weight on the fleeting touches as if to try out where the limit was.

If there was even a limit.

Finally laying in bed, close to 1 am, he pulled your body towards him as he nestled his head in the crook of your neck, pressing a soft kiss against the delicate skin before you dozed off, the moon shining on the soft ripples of the ocean, illuminating the smile on your face Bucky couldn’t see.

It happened on the seventh day, the early morning breeze that was flowing through the windows making goosebumps rise on both of your skins as your bodies collided together.

He tried his best to leave your body unmarked, his fingers gently digging into your hips as his lips were on every inch of naked skin — seemingly all at once, like when the sun kissed your skin with its golden rays, warming you up. His touch made your body burn from the inside out, open and hot mouthed kisses making you beg for more of everything.

After a while, when the sun had finally risen just above the edge of the sea, when birds had started to chirp and when you both finally tumbled over the edge, he dropped down, his face nestling in the crook of your neck as one hand caressed his spine and the other sifted through his long hair.

It couldn’t have been a better morning to wake up to, especially as he happily sighed in comfort when you scratched his scalp, his full body weight on you providing a certain comfort no one else ever could.

The last few days started and ended just like that, wrapped up in each other, basking in the loving company of your newfound lover. The sun followed you everywhere you went, gracing you with its rays bouncing off of Bucky’s tanned skin, his pearly teeth standing out as his hands grabbed ahold of your body at all times.

The moments in between were filled with bare-foot beach walks, surfing on the Hawaiian waves - or trying to - and exploring the connection that you two stumbled upon.

This whole ordeal felt like a warm embrace, a hot cup of coffee on a cold morning where a snowstorm was ravaging outside.

It felt like a story from out of a cheesy fairy tale that should have some sort of plot twist somewhere, a witch coming to ruin all the plans, or a monster making the calm waves you were floating on ripple, causing the little boat of comfort you were in to capsize.

You could only hope the boat you two had built together was strong enough to withstand all the waves that still had to come your way, brewing somewhere in the future. How would your loved ones react to this one-of-a-kind story?

* * *

But alas, every fairy tale needs its ending. Yours was back home, back to your desk job that was nowhere near exciting as the recruiter made it out to be. Especially after this week where Bucky’s lips were never far from your face and other parts of your body. Working at your bleary office seemed like a drag all of a sudden, making you long for more exciting days where you and your now-husband were exploring new cities and each other.

“You got married?! Last week? to whom?” Florence, your colleague, whisper-shouted in your ear as you were typing up a final report, trying to get it finished before your new boss arrived.

“ Girl, I’ve known this man for like 10 days and I think he might be my soulmate,” you said, eyes not leaving the screen. “It started off kinda strange but we had so much fun, so we might just… stay married, you know? Plus, it’s easier to tell the family honestly.”

“Like how do I tell my mum that I’ve gone off and married a stranger, spent a week gallivanting around Hawai’i with him, only to then get a divorce?”

“Also, bonus, he’s so hot, like model hot Flo, sometimes I think he just stepped out of a catalogue,” you added, thinking about his blue eyes and brown hair, the slight scruff adding an edge to his face that made your heart pump the blood in your veins a tad faster.

“I don’t, but it sounds awesome,” she chortled, “what’s the hottie’s name?”

“Okay it’s kinda a weird name, so don’t judge,” you cringed, your mouth pulled in an awkward pout. “Bucky, it’s a nickname he likes.”

“Okay, but that’s kinda cute, no? Kinda childlike too, not gonna lie,” she lifted her brow as she stood up. “Anyway, the new boss should be here any sec now and his name is boring in comparison to your boo’s.”

“What’s that?” you saved the file and turned around in your chair, smoothing down your hands on the front of your blazer, trying to make it crease-free. Creases just made for a bad impression, especially when you need to make a good one for this new boss.

The consulting company you had been working for the last three years was in dire need of new management, so after countless headhunters had sifted through the best of the best, they finally had someone.

“James, bleh, imagine what an old white man that will be.”

Well, your boss didn’t need to be hot, he just needed to keep the company afloat and on track. It would have been fun though. A certain fifty shades of grey added to the dull company.

In the corner of your eye, you saw the secretary stand up, probably ready to greet the man as other co-workers eagerly raised their heads over their computers, wanting to have a first glance at the man.

“Oh, there he is!” Florence grabbed your upper arm, squeezing it lightly, “okay, he’s kinda cute from behind, no?”

The light blue suit gave you flashbacks - again - to the time in Hawai’i where Bucky and you went out for dinner and later strolled over the beaches without shoes, just enjoying the feeling of the sand sifting under your feet.

“Oh god,” you mumbled as he turned around, his eyes scanning the office and the people in it, big blue eyes landing on you. “Bucky.”

Guess this was the plot twist you had been expecting.

“What?” Flo aggressively whispered, her eyes rapidly flitting between you and your apparent new boss and new husband. “Are you kidding me?!”

Bucky didn’t waste a moment as he strode over to you, the shock on his face quickly replaced by a small smirk as he watched your expression change from shock to disbelief.

His hands landed on the side of your upper arms as he leaned in to press a kiss against your cheek, his scruff rubbing against your skin making the memories breach through the surface once again.

“Well hello, wifey, didn’t expect to see you here.”

Bucky left you standing there, eyes wide and shivers running through your body as he followed the secretary to the big meeting room, all set up for him to give a short presentation about his plans for the future of the company.

“Hello?” Florence took a hold of your shoulders, roughly shaking you from the frozen state you were in. “What in god’s name was that?!”

“That’s uh- that’s my husband,” you held onto her arms, afraid of losing your balance on the heels that felt too high all of a sudden, the natural light that was streaming into the building making you feel lightheaded.

“You- you never talked about your jobs?” she shrieked, shaking you again, trying to get you to realize what this would mean for your future at the company. “That’s like the first thing that you talk about on a date!”

“I don’t know if you noticed, but nothing about this situation is normal,” you said through your teeth, blinking rapidly.

“God, you snagged a hottie!” Florence babbled off, her focus no longer on your body that felt like it wanted to run away from here, run back to the safety of the Hawaiian hotel, where it felt you were in your own little universe.

Your eyes flit towards the glass walls of the conference room, where your husband was shaking hands of other employees, his eyes trained on you still, occasionally acknowledging the person he was speaking to.

“I think I want a refund from that Hawai’i package I got,” you said to yourself before the whole team was called into the room, where your husband was standing with a cocky smirk on his face.

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melwilson · 2 years

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keep ‘em safe

bucky was never loud or boisterous…not anymore. but he hadn’t said a word since he stepped into the apartment. his eyes were distant, lips tugged into unsettling frown.

he didn’t reach for you like usual when you sat next to him on the couch. his gaze stayed on what dangled from his right hand.

his dog tags.

why didn’t he have them on?

he hadn’t woken up with a nightmare.

war flashbacks? maybe.

“buck, babe. what’s bothering you?”

the tension in his shoulders released in waves as your fingers danced along his upper back.

“m’just thinking, doll.” bucky finally meets your eyes and sends you a weak smile. one that he knows you can see through.

you send him a reassuring smile back. it allows him to breathe a little deeper, temporarily relieving his anxiety. “about?”

bucky sighs, finally allowing himself to sit back into worn brown leather couch. it used to be steve’s. “these.” he hands you his dog tags. they’re worn, a little rusty too, but they’re all bucky has left from his life before hydra.

“i want you to have them.”

you look at him in surprise. “bucky-“

“baby, listen. before steve went back he gave me his tags and i’ve been wearing ‘em everyday since to…you know, it keeps him close to my heart, but i don’t want mine to just sit on the dresser anymore. i want you to wear them…if you want.”

“bucky, these are apart of your story. i can’t.”

he shakes his head, tugging you closer. “you’re a a part of my story too. steve trusted me with his and i trust you with mine.”

you lean up and place a soft kiss to bucky’s lips. he hums softly, body molding into yours.

“thank you for trusting me with these, buck.”

he captures your lips again before saying, “keep ‘em safe for me, yeah?”

you unravel the chain and tug it over your head, adjusting it until the tags sit on your chest. “with my life, baby.”

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earlgreydream · 3 years

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shaky.

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shaving Bucky’s face for him with a straight razor because he’s too shaky

You leaned on the bathroom doorframe, watching Bucky struggle. He’d been trying to shave the scruff off of his face, but his hands were shaking too much. He was crying from frustration, his hands trembling.

“Stop honey, you’re going to hurt yourself,” you said softly, and he dropped the blade into the sink with a loud, metallic clatter. He gripped the edge of the countertop and heaved forward with a sob.

You swallowed down your own cry, your heart breaking for him. You stepped into the bathroom and wrapped your arms around him, your hands resting on his chest. Your body was pressed against his shaking back, and he broke down in front of the mirror.

“James,” you breathed, feeling like he was going to shatter in your arms.

“It was like it was all happening again... In Madripoor...” Bucky’s voice cracked, and you held him tightly. You felt tremors wrack through his body, and you did your best to hold him together.

“I had to act like the winter soldier, I let Zemo touch me, it was so real!”

“Breathe, my love. It’s not real, James, it’s over. That isn’t you anymore,” you promised, kissing the back of his shoulder, a heather-blue shirt soaking up your tears.

You pulled yourself together, squeezing your eyes shut and kissing the scar where his prosthetic met his skin. Your heart ached to see the love of your life in so much pain, and you fought against the urge to sob with him.

He was murmuring softly in Russian, and you slipped between his body in the counter, reaching up to his scruffy face and holding him in your hands. His head hung down, long hair falling in his face, tears streaked down his cheeks. Wet eyelashes opened to reveal silver eyes, the eyes of the soldier who’d fought for justice in the 40s, the assassin who was held captive, and the hero who was trying everything to make it right.

Those gorgeous silver eyes gazed into yours, finding solace and safety in your love. You brushed his tears away with your fingers, and he placed a vibranium hand over your own. You leaned forward and kissed his knuckles, and he hugged you, his arm going around your back. You stood in his arms, breathing him in for several minutes, letting him calm down.

“Let me,” you said softly, taking the blade out of the sink and grabbing a towel, a washcloth, and shaving cream.

“Doll...”

“I’ve got it James.”

You followed him quietly into the kitchen, and he filled a bowl with water, sitting down on a chair next to the counter. You turned on a light overhead, shining down over you enough so you could see what you were doing. You set everything down before tying Bucky’s hair back, kissing his temple.

You walked around and straddled his lap, your knees coming to rest on either side of his hips. You rubbed the cream on his face, his hands settling on your waist, his thumbs occasionally brushing over your skin, just under your top.

His gaze never left your face, and he trusted you as you picked up the straight razor. Bucky wasn’t afraid of you hurting him, and he knew you’d do a much better job than he could in his anxious state.

He loved you. He loved these quiet moments, the times when you took care of him without making him feel guilty or weak. You never needed to ask what he needed, you just understood. You were soft and never judging, always the one to stay up with him when he couldn’t sleep. You loved him.

You held his head in one hand, tilting it as you carefully glided the razor against the curves of his face. You moved the blade steadily over his skin, slicing the hair off.

Bucky breathed evenly, holding still for you. A soft sigh left him as you dipped the blade in the water before working on the curve of his jaw. You tilted his head back, shaving the hair down the column of his throat silently.

You worked on the other half of his face, cleaning the blade a couple times in between. You managed not to nick him, your touch careful with your lover.

The only other time you’d done this was for Steve Roger’s funeral.

You cleaned the blade in the water, and setting it aside, dipping the washcloth in a fresh bowl. You cleaned his smooth skin, relaxed by the action. After you patted his face dry with a towel, you leaned in and connected your lips.

The kiss was tender and slow, bringing comfort to Bucky. You took your time before pulling away, running your fingers along his clean face.

“Thank you.”

You offered a small smile before wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging the man who meant everything to you. He held you, breathing you in and keeping you close. You brought a peace that washed over him, pushing out the fright and anxiety. There was no room for that when you filled him with love.

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nomadthor · 3 years

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PROTECTOR - BUCKY BARNES

prompt: the reader and bucky get trapped and bucky calms the reader down words: 577 warnings: mentions of death, angst, hurt/comfort, anxiousness notes: gender neutral reader

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You’d been on plenty of missions before and due to Bucky being exceptionally reserved the relationship you had was nothing more than formal and concise. After being ambushed and all of your ammo reservations being drained the pair of you had been herded into a mingy supply cupboard to take cover. The crippling affliction of bullets to his leg left him groaning in agony as he hobbled through the doors before deadbolting them consequently securing your position. Perturbed, distressed and panic-stricken were only just a few of the things that were causing your hands to tremor as you tried to stabilise your staggered breathing which truly confounded you as you customarily could hold your nerves but perhaps the entanglement of almost certain death unnerved you.

Due to the room being shielded in darkness, you could just about distinguish Bucky’s contorted face as he attempted to tie a ligature around his thigh with muffled grunts and abounding breaths as he had slumped himself against the wall leaving dark stains on the cold ground from his punctures. Your legs gave way from profuse fear and you toppled to the floor beside him: the daunting fact that this could be the end left unmountable fear and concern lingering in your veins as your fingers trembled. Despite every attempt at trying to conceal your panic you helplessly failed and you knew that every emotion was available for your partner to read you like a book. You felt wholly and stupidly vulnerable.

Bucky’s distressed breathing had abated as he had unknowingly managed to subdue his distress as he stared into nothingness. Although his eyes would falter towards you on occasion and his enigmatic cold guise did not collapse as the silence was often conquered by your restless hyperventilating. You felt nothing short of abashed and discomfited as you felt you were being judged by Bucky’s unresponsive and inadvertently hostile glare which had now become permanently anchored on your fragile state.

“There’s nothing wrong with being scared,” Bucky uttered with an underlying discomfort to his voice as he watched the palpable fear crush your eyes, “you can hold my hand if you are,” He continued with a soft and muted resonance as he shakily reached out an equanimous hand which you sheepishly clasped after a momentary pause. His grip was secure and cosy, and unbeknownst to you was assuredly what you needed in that fleeting moment. You urgently hoped that the cover of the overbearing shadow was enough to obscure the vague smile that transiently passed your lips as you succumbed to his genial comfort.

It was a pleasant and unforeseen exhibition of his compassionate tender heart which he vehemently protected with his forbidding and withdrawn bearing. In all likelihood, he knew what it was like to be utterly terrified and irrefutably did not want someone to go through the feeling of being affrighted and forsaken, especially in such an incalculable situation.

“Aren’t you scared?” You interrogated quietly regarding his composed and untroubled form. What you immediately mistook for confidence and his assuredness in the situation was a lot deeper and complex than that you skimmed on the surface level, his despondent and forlorn eyes spoke louder than words. “I’m not scared of much anymore,” he admitted with a feeble, crestfallen smile. Bucky tenderly tightened the grip as he delicately rubbed his thumb over the back of your quivering hands. “It’s going to be alright. I promise I’ll protect you with my life.”

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Do I wanna know? | Chapter 3

summary: who doesn’t like a dance and an Espresso Martini? Apparently Bucky who doesn’t really know his manners as he dance with a lady he technically just met and honestly, y/n just wants to cry and slit some throats without her feelings interfering.

listen to: Only angel- Harry Styles, Oxytocin- Billie Eilish

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You were not stupid.

You had been trained and tortured to not be stupid but as you ran through the streets of Brooklyn, as the sun came down and night washed over you, you realized your plan might not be the smartest one.

It wasn’t that you were afraid of what might happen to you, what you were afraid of was not being able to complete the mission which would lead you to be a disappointment to Yelena or be found by Petrovich, which felt like death to you either way. You wanted to complete the mission, but he was after all the Winter Soldier, he had been known for his kills for over seventy years and you, you were a Black Widow but other than Natasha Romanoff, who could actually face him?

Especially now that you had poked him on his underbelly.

You were sure that he was following you and you were aware that with the technology he had, he could find you in no time so you had to hurry to get into the club. You knew that you needed a crowded and dark place in order to execute your plan. You needed enough people to avoid him seriously hurting you or make his moves but enough for you to cut his throat sneakily, leave him in a corner of the club with a puddle of blood, making it seem he was too drunk and had passed out, then when the night finished, people would find him and you would be long gone from New York.

You found yourself daydreaming and repeating the plan in your head as you arrived at the already packed place. There was a line of over twenty people but you sneakily dropped the long coat you had worn on the street, revealing the short black sparkly dress with a low back. Some people stared at you as you fixed your boots and quickly smiled at some of the guys who were waiting in the line coquettishly before you were walking in front and smirking at the bouncers.

“I came with Jeff,” you stated in a flirty manner and didn’t even give them a second to ask you anything before you were pushing the doors into the place and the music tuned everything else out. A multitude of people was dancing, it was hot and sweaty as the beat of the music made the walls shake, even the tall ceiling.

“And now, I wait,” you muttered to yourself as you made your way into the crowd and towards the bar. You knew he would find you, and you wouldn’t be caught by surprise.

You asked for an Espresso Martini and quickly sat at the bar as you listened to the beat of the music and attentively waited for him to come and Bucky was definitely on his way.

To say Bucky was angry, was an understatement. He was sure he had hidden Yori so well, he was sure that he had taken all the possible precautions and that no one could actually hurt him and yet today you were sitting right next to him and Bucky felt like throwing up when he realized how close to harming Yori you actually were all because of him.

Nonetheless, the fear grew into anger and anger turned into rage as he ran through the streets of Brooklyn hoping that he could find you. His blood boiled and he could swear he was almost seeing red as he realized he had lost track, his hands curled into fists and it would’ve been the end until he realized he still had access to the street surveillance system that Sharon had shared with him.

It didn’t take him a lot of time to trace you to the club that you had entered and without any doubt in his step, he started to run towards the club. As he walked through the streets of Brooklyn, his mind was filled with images of the last time that you had seen each other, he wandered back to the photos that Ayo had sent him of you in multiple missions and lastly, he could only think about Hydra. Had they sent you to get him back? He was sure that he had left that part behind after his time in Wakanda, god, he wished it more than anything, and yet, he still feared that there was a part of the Winter Soldier inside of him that might live on. What if he was brought back to that? What if they could somehow undo what Shuri had fixed? Was it even possible?

Nonetheless, Bucky was beyond sure that he wouldn’t go down without a fight.

And so, when he arrived at the club, he didn’t bother to do the line and although a bouncer tried to stop him and although Bucky was thoroughly thinking about knocking him out, he didn’t have to since another one told him who Bucky was and so, they let him in.

Bucky remembered the club on Madripoor, how small and exclusive the club was, and that it was even lighter than the place you had currently led him to. The club was massive, it was almost a warehouse if Bucky wasn’t wrong, the music was loud enough for him to feel it on his veins and the strobe lights filled the air showing crowds dancing to the beat for a second before the darkness fell upon them.

If Bucky was being honest, he had never been to a place like this, there weren’t places like this when he was younger, or at least not on the same scale. He could feel the heat of people’s bodies as they swayed their bodies a bit too close to him as he decided to leave his leather black jacket open before he ventured himself into the crowd trying to find you.

Squinting through the momentary darkness, Bucky found you easily. It was your boots actually, he had been able to look at them as he tried to locate you and he recalled the moment you had left the restaurant. He moved towards you with determination and anger and finally reached out to grasp your arm tightly.

“What do you want?” Bucky growled under his breath and although you wouldn’t like to admit it, you were a bit startled by his sudden touch.

“I believe you usually say ‘Good evening, Miss’ before you can ask any questions,” you answered back as you still tried to hold your drink as you glared back at him with intense fire in your eyes.

“I said, what do you want?” he growled back once more as he leaned closer to you, enough for you that his scent invaded your space, and you were suddenly trapped by a hint of whiskey and an undertone of cinnamon. Bucky even a bit closer than before making your eyes meet with his icy blue eyes, you both gazed at each other for what seemed like hours and you could’ve sworn that your heart started beating rapidly, almost leading you to forget for a second what was actually happening.

But it was not enough.

“Why don’t you take me dancing soldier?” you asked the second you regain your composure, even though Bucky could’ve sworn he had seen your cheeks growing a bit pink for a second. “I’m always in a better mood after a drink and a dance,”

Bucky scoffed as he shook his head and before you could take another sip of your Espresso Martini, he was already dragging you to the dancefloor, forcefully making you stand up and follow him. You glared back at him when you realized how you had spilled your drink on your legs but you tried not to pay any mind and quickly gulped it down before throwing it on the floor, not even caring for the broken glass.

You only cared about one thing and that was the tall man with icy blue eyes that was in front of you and how you would be slitting his throat any minute now.

“Who sent you?” Bucky finally whispered as he spun you around and pulled you flesh to flesh with him, with the open back of your dress, you felt the heat radiating from his body. You panted for a second as you started to move your hips to the beat of a song by Billie Eilish, soon Bucky’s hands started to wander your body as you swayed to the music.

If someone else was watching, you were sure that they might think it was a rather daring move from his part to be touching you like this for a dance but you were aware of how stiff his muscles were, how he was holding his breath and how he was checking for weapons on your body.

“Hydra?” he asked but you frowned at the suggestion.

“I don’t work with terrorists,” you barked back as you spun around and placed your hands on his shoulders and pulled him closer, he complied as he watched you carefully and place his hands on your hips. Bucky raised his eyebrows at your answer and you could see how the intense fire in his eyes drained down to light amusement for a second. “Not anymore,” you replied honestly as you looked away before returning your eyes to him.

“Yeah, so,” Bucky muttered as he pushed you into him by touching the small of your back, he was touching your naked skin and you could've sworn you’d stopped breathing at once when he was so close to you. Bucky’s eyes momentarily landed on your lips but they returned to your eyes. “Who sent you after me?” he asked once more in a brooding tone and you glared at him.

“A lady doesn’t kill and tell,” you answered stiffly and Bucky scoffed with a smirk before leaning you down while his hand climbed to your right leg, almost as if he wanted you to hook it to his hip. His hand left a trail of goosebumps on your skin as his hand climbed into your tight, way too high, high enough for him to reach your knife holster.

He automatically smirked as he realized what it was, while your eyes flashed with fury and he shook his head before he was taking the knife off your leg and throwing it away, his force enough to nail it to a wall, without anyone noticing.

“See, I’m harmless,” you whispered back at him as he settle both of you into the dancefloor again, his hand left the small of your back but he instinctively wrapped his arms around your body, letting you know he was a bit calmer than before now he had figured he had taken your only weapon.

The tension in the air seemed to dissipate a bit and you could’ve sworn that his fiery gaze from seconds before had subsided, but he still was wary of you.

“I don’t believe you,” Bucky answered gravely as he still looked at you with an untrusting gaze.

“Shame,” you answered with a shrug as one of your hands climbed down from his shoulders to hold him by his arm, before looking up to him again.

Bucky stared at you, and although he was filled with rage and he didn’t trust for a second, he decided that in fact, although you were trying to kill him and he knew, that you held yourself with an air of confidence that he could not help to find attractive.

“What do you want?”

“I believe you already know,” you answered honestly as you swayed your hips to a new song as the Winter Soldier followed your step.

“Yeah, I guess but I do not understand why,” Bucky answered honestly, following your example and you smirked before leaning close to him, not touching his face but close enough that your lips were close to his ear.

“A man like you probably has a lot of enemies,” you whispered to him softly, almost blowing air on his ear delicately enough for him to shiver. “You know? With everything you did”

Bucky felt like someone had taken the air out of his lungs as if he had been punched in the gut so hard that he had to wait a minute or two before reacting to your words. You smiled falsy at him with innocent eyes while he glared at you.

Before you could react, Bucky took your body as he pushed your body back against one of the glass columns of the club, hard. The sheer force of the impact caused the glass to break into a thousand pieces and you could’ve sworn that you could feel a small spill of thick blood running down your skull to your back, leaving you a bit disoriented before Bucky was picking you up away from the broken glass.

“Charming,” you muttered with poison in your voice as Bucky smirked, you could feel the anger growing on your chest like a fire pit as you looked at the amused Winter Soldier, it was enough diversion for one plan. “I’ve been sent to kill you,” you spit out honestly and Bucky’s expression turned dark as he realized how serious you were, the air thickened and he felt the somber nature of your expression. “And I refuse to fail”

Bucky felt how your body tensed up and before he could react, you had kicked him in the gut, making him fall on the floor as people finally turned around. You huffed, knowing that you had ruined your plan but whatever, he had indeed started it and you refused to let him go unscathed, especially with that annoying little smirk he had drawn on his face.

Before Bucky could even stand up, you had ripped away from a waiter's hand a tray and quickly smashed him with it across his face, you’d done it with all of your force to let him there before you ran towards the wall where your knife had been hidden but people were starting to notice and started staring at you, blocking the path towards your knife.

You cursed mentally before you felt his stronghold on you and he was turning you around and pushing you to the floor, you landed and then dragged a bit towards the crowd as people started to scream and paid attention to the very serious fight in front of them. You cursed as you felt your torso burning by how you’d landed on the floor but you raised your head to see him walking towards you. Bucky was angry, truly, he swore he was seeing red after your little stunt with the tray, which had definitely left his brow bleeding and an obvious bruise. So he decided that if you wanted to kill him? Fine, he wanted to see you try.

He walked towards you, planning to hold you but you stood up before he could and quickly took the glasses from some people that were starting to stare at you and you threw them towards his face, Bucky covered that one with his shoulder, shielding him from the broken glass but the second one you directed it to his thigh and he could’ve sworn that you had made little cuts. Nonetheless, it didn’t stop him before he was taking your wrist and dragged you towards a wall and then threw you over a table where you landed after destroying everything on it, everyone gasped on the club as they looked down at you.

“Fuck,” you muttered and you could feel the blood from your head trickling down your back and more cuts on your hand as Bucky chased you once again, hoping to immobilize you.

But as he leaned down to take you, you took a broken glass and you quickly turned around, cutting through his leather jacket and now one of his arms before you tried to go for his throat as people screamed but Bucky quickly hissed but stopped your wrist mid-air and although you were strong, you weren’t strong enough and he quickly punched you in the ribs, making you lose your breath and let the glass break.

Bucky tried to hit you again but before he could, you pulled your wrist away from him and quickly punched him with your forehead, leaving him disoriented before kicking him again in the gut, making him fall into the floor once more and before he could stand up, you decided for good measure to give him a little kick on his ribs with your heels after what he had done to yours.

Bucky laid on the floor taking your punches but already starting to stand up, and yet you realized before, allowing you to give some steps away and realizing you had enough space of time to run away from the scene.

It would be a matter of time before they called the cops and you didn’t need to be there when they arrived. So, you quickly decided to run through the club as people made space for you as Bucky stood up. He tried to follow you, he pushed people away as he chased you through the crowds and you made your way to the back of the club. You pushed door after door as you tried to find a way out and you finally did, one door led to a small back alley that was quiet and empty enough to run away before anyone came.

And yet, although you wanted to run in that second, your body couldn’t move as you recalled Yelena and the promise you made to her.

“You need to finish this,” you muttered mostly to yourself.

And so, you turned towards the door knowing the Winter Soldier would go out through there at any second and you finally let go of the clip that was holding your hair in place and extracted a small knife that you had safe exactly for a moment like this as you waited patiently, like a predator waiting for his prey.

You didn’t waste a second as Bucky burst in and you launched towards him with a scream, making him fall on the floor as you threw your hand with the knife towards his neck but he stopped your hand mid-air, holding your wrist tightly.

Bucky indeed was surprised to see how strongly and confidently you were holding the small knife and how sharp it was and even how close it was to his neck. He stared at you and you stared at him, and although you were both struggling to overpower the other, his mind became too distracted by the way you were watching him, but the way your eyes were lit with anger and fire and how determined you were and he cursed mentally because he realized that he might be psychotic if he was finding you so flawless as you were trying to kill him.

You, on the other hand, wanted to cry because you were failing on your mission and yet you couldn’t help to think about his eyes and how he was looking at you in a way no one had ever done. But before you knew it, he had hit you again on the ribs, breaking your focus and leaving you weak enough for a second for him to stand up and crush you against the brick wall of the alley.

You tried to move, a failed attempt on your part since his hold was too strong on your wrist and on your torso. You were desperate now, you tried to move your legs to kick him away but he figured your actions out and before you knew it, he had trapped your legs as he pushed you closer to him and against the wall. You both were flushed against one another and you tried to fight him as you squirm your body but it was all in vain.

You both started to groan and your hand started to tremble as you put once again all your strength into stabbing him in the neck and yet your eyes went back to his lips for a second and you wanted to stab yourself now by the thoughts invading your mind. You were now fighting to control your strength physically and mentally, but the more you realized that this was a trap that you couldn’t escape from, you needed to retreat and before your mind even caught up to your body, you let go of the knife.

The sound of it falling on the floor rambled on the empty ally.

You panted as you finally stopped fighting his strength and both your arm and his fell against the wall. Soon your eyes filled with tears that you didn’t know if it came from your failure to actually kill him, from the pain on your wrist and your whole body, or from the fact that you didn’t know what you were feeling as you kept staring at the Winter Soldier. Bucky, as he watched the tears starting to flood your eyes, frowned at the strange reaction and suddenly his features softened as the hold on your wrist seemed to be softened.

And although every alarm on his head warned him not to do it he took your hip and raised your legs so that they were hooked on his hips and although every alarm on your head warned you not to accept it, you comply with his action.

You were far too close to him as you’d ever been to someone you didn’t actually kill and it felt more intimate than anything you’d ever done. You were co-existing in one another’s space, so close and personal, so close to someone that minutes before you were trying to kill and yet it felt so right and so natural. Your whole body was humming, buzzing to be nearer.

You started to realize how loud you were panting and before you realized it you were leaning into him. You stared up at him as he loomed over your body like a primitive hunter coming for the final kill. You look feral and powerfully possessive as you gazed at him and you realized how there was an air oddly boyish in his smirk but it was so strange to see it with his eyes gleaming in the way they were when looking at you.

And although you were fighting with every ounce of force you had, you still leaned into him, your lips ghosting over him and Bucky could've sworn his heart was going to burst right there.

You didn’t even understand what you were doing before his lips were on yours teasing and then devouring them, your lips opened to his tongue as he kissed you deeply and soon his hand let go of your wrist and quickly cupped your cheek softly as he continued to kiss you. Your body melted into the kiss and although it was so foreign to you, it felt like your whole body knew what to do and you felt it burn everywhere he touched you. His lips were so soft and so careful with you, his touch caring, almost the opposite of what he had been before and you were trembling because of it. Bucky thought your lips tasted like coffee and alcohol and he felt like there was nothing more exhilarating than tasting you, that having you in his arms, than realizing that what he felt

But suddenly you grew scared, scared of what was happening and what you were doing, especially scared of what would come after your kiss ended.

Rapidly, panic began drowning your body, and terror of what you were doing started invading your head, leaving away whatever desire you had towards Bucky. And just as you tried to rationalize what you were feeling, your body automatically moved to its own accord and you were pushing Bucky away.

"I," you muttered but without any word, as you panted and he did the same, he could feel how he tremble as he realized what had just happened but before he could say anything you struck him with your fist, making him fall on the floor with a groan.

Your breathing was heavy and rapid, as you saw him groaning and cursing on the floor but yet you were finally free of his hold on your body and you, and you started to run towards one street and disappeared in the shadows.

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𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 ; 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺

summary: bucky quickly jogs his way back to his boyfriend who sat there looking dazed off at his boat that sat docked. “you find her yet, I’ve looked where I thought she’d be and nothing” buck sighs as he looks over at sam still staring off at his family boat. “what?” he questioned the man. sam grabs his chin forcing him to look off at the boat. there you were, their girlfriend working on sam’s families boat with his sister sarah.

warnings: fluff, poly!sambucky x fem!reader, short blurb

authors note: this wasn’t proofread. this may be shit bc I’ve never written for sam let alone 2 male characters x reader. ENJOY though and feedback is encouraged.

Bucky walks around Sam's family home with a confused look plastered on his face. “Hey Buck, why do you look so lost?” Sam questions as he looks away from the tv. He was just relaxing on the couch and watching whatever was on the television at the time. “Babe, do you know where peaches is?” He questions his boyfriend as he takes a seat on the grey couch. Bucky had been looking all around the house and couldn’t find you.

This seemed to peak the younger man's attention, he hadn’t seen you in a while. The last he did you were with the super soldier. “No I actually don’t, i thought she was with you” Sam also held a puzzled look on his face.

They weren’t worried, not yet but you normally informed them where you were going. Bucky tried remembering where he saw you last but couldn't place it. “Let’s go look for her, I miss our girl.” the older man sighed. He pushed himself off the couch to wander out the house, the younger not far behind.

They eventually make their way to the dock. Sam sighed as he scanned around a bit. “You look around the area to the left and I’ll go right around the boat” he suggests. Worry slightly started to settle in the pits of their stomachs. Neither knew where you could be, if you weren’t in the house or right outside on the dock. Bucky nods and pats the younger on the shoulder, and lands a loving peck quickly to his check in an attempt to comfort.

Buck walks off to the left of the dock as Sam walks off towards the right.

Bucky was looking where he could around the dock. He even asked a few people if they’d seen you, but came up empty.

Bucky quickly jogs his way back to his boyfriend, who sat there looking dazed off at his family boat that sat docked. “You find her yet, I’ve looked where I thought she’d be and nothing” Buck sighs as he looks over at Sam still staring off at the boat. “What?” He questioned the man.

Sam grabs his chin forcing him to look off where his gaze was fixated. There you were, their lovely girlfriend working on Sam's family boat with his sister Sarah. You had an adorable smile on your face as you talked to Sarah, the boys thought they would melt.

You continue to softly chuckle at a story Sarah was telling you, about Sammy when he was younger. Your heart swells at the imagine in your head of little Sam. He must’ve been so adorable.

After you had finished tightening some bolts you steal a glance up near the docks. There stood both your boys staring at you fixing up the boat in Aw. You smile softly at them and offer them a small wave and mouthing Hi.

You thought they were gonna trip, or push the other over as they nearly bolted towards you. “Geez boys slow down, why don’t you” Sarah groaned as she walked off to the other end of the large boat. You giggled softly and look up at them in curiosity.

“What's got you two in a hurry?” You question, as you set the tool you had finished using down. “We didn’t know where you wandered off to baby” Sam whined as he and Bucky climbed into the old boat.

Sam pushed himself to your left and begins to smother your face in kisses. “Yeah peaches we started to worry, you didn’t tell us where you were” Bucky groaned and attached himself at your other side. He also began assaulting your face with small pecks.

Your face begins to flush softly as both boys shower you in kisses. “I’m sorry loves, Sarah had asked for help fixing up the boat and I forgot” you apologize with a small pout.

“It’s okay kitten, now come back inside we miss our princess” Sam begins attempting to tug you off the boat. Bucky follows suit and attempts to tug you away with him.

“Boys, I was helping Sarah you can’t just pull me away” you scold and pull your hands away from the needy boys.

“No it’s alright, I think I was ready to stop for the day anyway I need to start on dinner for the kids” Sarah chimes in as she makes her way off the boat.

You offer a small smile and nod her way before she heads back for the house.

“Alright, you get your way after all” you whine and climb off the boat. They both sparked with excitement as they followed behind you like little puppy’s up to the house.

“We just wanna cuddle our girl” Sam whines as he catches up with you and grabs ahold of your hand. Buck also catches up not long after grabbing ahold of your opposite hand. You smirk softly and shake your head at them.

You quickly peck their checks and rub your thumbs over their rough hands. Your heart filled with love at the concern they always held for your well being.

Your boys loved you so much. They may seem clingy but they just want you to always know they’re there.

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