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2022 Bucky Barnes Fic Rec 2

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All of them are COMPLETE Series.

✨ - fav fics

Status - Complete

1. through his eyes by @sebbytrash

Bucky x Reader

Bucky arrives at the compound to start afresh but you and him have a somewhat colorful past, colorful being that you met him once before as The Winter Soldier and it did not go well. New beginnings, yeah? If you can learn to forgive.

2. pastel colors by @the-canary

Teacher!Bucky x Librarian!Reader

If only the cute teacher would stop pestering you for a pen.

3. appointment by @buckycuddlebuddy

TFATWS!Bucky x Reader

bucky barnes, finally being able to live freely in 21st century, accidentally gets a fuck buddy and starts to rediscover himself. the only weird thing about this situation is that you have to make an appointment to get railed by him.

4. my eyes by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Bucky x Reader, past Steve x Reader

Steve is a good man, America’s golden boy, a hero. He’s Captain America for christ’s sake! So it’s normal to want what he has… right? Bucky knows he doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t even deserve the second chance at life he’s been given. But Bucky can never let him know. Steve can never find out that his friend is in love with his best girl.

5. hard feelings by @gayouijaboard

Bucky x Mutant!Reader

You’re a mutant born with the ability to read and feel other people’s emotions. Steve thinks this means you can help Bucky figure out his triggers and learn to communicate what he’s feeling, but no one ever said he was planning on making your job easy.

7. just one kiss by @sarahwroteathing✨

Bucky x Reader 40’s AU

Bucky Barnes has been chasing after you since he was ten years old, but you’re determined not to give in. How long can you hold out when all he’s asking for is just one kiss?

8. FATWS series by @cjsinkythoughts

TFATWS!Bucky x Avengers!Reader

Series based on the show

9. that summer by @tellmealovestory

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

You’ve spent every summer since you were a child in the idyllic beach town that you call home three months out of the year. This summer should be no different except for the addition of Bucky Barnes. Sparks fly upon first meeting, but it’s only a summer fling, right?

10. hey neighbor by @moonbeambucky

Neighbor!Bucky x Reader

You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

11. snow by @delaber ✨

Bucky x Reader

Tired of your constant bickering, Sam sends you and Bucky on a mission alone. When the worst possible outcome happens and you’re forced to spend several days together in a small cabin, you finally get to see a different, more pleasurable side to the man whose flesh you’ve always had a thorn in.

12. vacant mirrors by @whirlybirbs ✨

Bucky x Reader

shit’s been rough. shit was rough even before the blip. dr. hart shares an office with dr. raynor, and you share with waiting room with bucky barnes. set before tfatws; a friends-to-lovers, slowburn, eventual smut.

13. the cupcake guy by @nacho-bucky

Baker!Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Baking has become Bucky’s creative outlet, and the root of his recovery. He’d love to launch it into a full-time job, but he needs a good partner -- business, and...you know...kissy-kissy.

14. as it was by @heli0s-writes

Bucky x Reader, past Steve x Reader

Sam warned him when he arrived at the compound, returned to the timeline he ran from: It’s different now, she doesn’t do the superhero thing anymore, she’s got another life now, but he wouldn’t listen. He can’t. He must hope that some things are the same, that your love is the same.

15. choosing us by @itsanerdlife

Single Dad!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

You were content with your life. The way your life was. Till you take on the Barnes Twins. Kindergarten’s worst nightmares.Epic love wasn’t in your cards. Fate didn’t deal you in, this lifetime. Till James, aka Bucky, Barnes sets his sights on you. It’s not right, you can’t. Right?Love doesn’t have a timeline. There is no set amount of time to tell you what you feel. For the way things progress when you fall in love. Can you get everything you ever wanted with Bucky and his boys, or is it just too fast?

16. looking for a heartbeat by @justreadingfics

Bucky x Reader

You and Bucky used to be in a relationship. Feelings were hurt, you left. Now, it’s been two years and you’re back. You both will handle the reunion well, won’t you?

17. burn the witch by @dreamwritesimagines ✨

Bucky x Spy!Reader

There’s a thin line between mission and love, and spies aren’t allowed to cross that line.

18. the lost husband by @whitestarbucky

Bucky x Reader Country AU

Starting again was never easy. Recently widowed, you now have to start this process over in a place you once called home. Staying with an old family friend seemed like the simple solution. Until a blast from the past comes back into your life, stirring up long lost memories. Whether you’re ready for them or not.

19. life as we know it by @whitestarbucky ✨

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

You had never disliked a person more than Bucky Barnes. But as the universe would have it, you were stuck with him. Under the same roof now after the tragic passing of your two best friends, their child was yours to take care of. With a complicated past plus raising a toddler, you both find yourselves needing to confront a few things before it tears the only family Sarah Rogers has left, apart.

20. merry & married by @sunriserose1023

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

It’s been almost a year since the most humiliating moment of your life. You’ve done your best to move on—by literally moving across the country, starting a new job, and you’re finally starting to feel settled. That, of course, is when your bubblehead cousin sends you the invitation to her wedding—which is exactly one year to the day that you were left at the altar. You have to go, but you don’t have to go alone.

21. have I made you uncomfortable? by @marveliskindacool

Bucky x Reader

you and Bucky hate each other. or do you? (enemies to lovers)

22. recruit by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Bucky x Enhanced!Reader

Fury gives Bucky a simple mission that’s also guaranteed to be impossible. But Bucky refuses to give up.

23. stable by @revengingbarnes

Bucky x Reader Bookstore AU

Bucky Barnes. Owner of one of the only three bookstores in town. Quiet. Shy. Peace-loving and reserved. Bucky’s life has been one big routine. Nothing is out of place. Nothing is out of the ordinary.

24. the lucky one by @avengerofyourheart

Bucky x Single mom!Reader

As a single mom with a jerk of an ex-husband, you’re doing your best to run the family business all on your own when your mother hires a mysterious man with a troubled past to help out. He just might be what you need in your life, but will his secrets bring you together or tear you apart? (Events occur shortly after Captain America: The Winter Soldier)

25. catch me by @buckyywiththegoodhair

Bucky x Reader

In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

26. one’s promised by @invisibleanonymousmonsters ✨

Winter Soldier!Bucky x Pierce!Reader

Living a double life was not a choice when one was the daughter of Alexander Pierce. Y/N was the youngest agents of SHIELD and one of the most respected threats within Hydra’s empire. No matter her allegiance, she was feared by both. Y/N Pierce would’ve tried to escape it all… if it hadn’t been for The Winter Soldier.

27. the five times bucky saved you.. by @buckysknifecollection

Bucky x Avengers!Reader

You have a special bond with Bucky. He's more than your best friend, your partner in missions, the person you care most about. He often saved you from uncomfortable situations, always ready to protect you, but sometimes, you are the one who did the saving.

28. howlin’ for you by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Biker!Bucky x Reader

When Y/N gets an unreal deal on her first home, she wonders why her neighbor scared away all the other buyers. Despite being cautious, she wonders why the town has given Bucky Barnes a bad name.

29. supernova by @whitestarbucky

Bucky x Widow!Reader

A supernova happens where there is a change in the core, or center, of a star. As the star runs out of nuclear fuel, some of its mass flows into its core. Eventually, the core is so heavy that it cannot withstand its own gravitational force. The core collapses, which results in the giant explosion of a supernova. Bucky never thought he could witness this beautiful tragedy in his lifetime. Until he met you.

30. relationship tutor by @samingtonwilson ✨

Bucky x Reader College AU

a relationship novice, asks for your help in dating your friend. Unable to say no to him, you agree despite everyone and everything telling you not to.

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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Bucky Barnes Masterlist

hello, I'm fudge and this is my Bucky Barnes Masterlist, anything and everything Bucky is here: one shots, multi-part fics. please make sure to read all the warnings before reading each piece. your media consumption is your responsibility. please note minors dni with smut or dark themed content.

Main Masterlist // AO3

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Contains Smut **

One Shots:

Venus (Bodyguard Bucky) **

Conversations with The Devil [Submission for Spooktacular Smutfest 21 by boxofbonesfic] (Devil!Bucky Barnes) **

Part 2: Conversations with The Devil ** (Devil!Bucky Barnes)

Sparkle (BestFriend Bucky) [Submission for loveletterswritingchallenge by pellucid-constillations]

Tattooed On Your Palms Is My Love (Modern AU) **

Hide Your Lies (SoftDark!Mafia!Stucky AU) [submission for boxofbonesfic 's #Beastyoumadeofme22] **

If Only I Could Get To You First (Modern!Bucky Fake Dating AU)

Between Your Hands I Find Peace (FATWS!Bucky) [frostironfudge's funfair - mini movie theatre]

I'll Be Your Hideaway (Modern!AU) [frostironfudge's funfair - house of song - seven by taylor swift]

We Go A Lot Of Time [frostironfudge's funfair - house of song - Need To Know by Doja Cat] **

The Comfort You Bring - [frostironfudge's funfair - mini movie theatre] **

I Want You To Know [frostironfudge's funfair - house of song - Love You Like A Love Song - Selena Gomez]

My Angel (DBF! Bucky Barnes) **

I Really, Really Want To Kiss You - Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes

107 - TFATWS!Bucky x Motocross!Reader (requested)

Keep Your Eyes On Me - Archeologist Bucky

Keep My Secret - Stucky x Reader (Dark Fic)

Baby, Keep Those Off (requested)

I'd Choose You (requested)

Devour **

Multi-Part Fics:

Stencils, Bouquets & Icing

An AU where Bucky is a tattoo artist and Steve is a florist, both find love much closer than they anticipated. Steve in Bucky's tattoo artist apprentice nicknamed Petal and Bucky in the baker opposite to his shop nicknamed Cupcake.

Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader

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Labyrinth (ongoing)

labyrinth (noun), a complicated set of paths and passages, through which it is difficult to find your way.

Bucky and You would do anything for Steve and Wanda, your respective best friends. In an attempt to avoid a tradition Steve and Wanda come up with a lie involving their best friends. A lie, that involves building a labyrinth. Bucky and You begin to build but will you two find your way out or be caught in it?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, (Modern AU)

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This Feeling I've Got (ongoing, sporadic updates)

A multi part series of one shots that can be read together or stand alone in their own sweet right. based in a non canon compliant FATWS AU. (angst mild, fluff, smut)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Fem Reader

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Silhouettes In The Spotlight (ongoing)

Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release.

SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary.

This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

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I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once (completed)

After receiving an honourable discharge from his military service that was caused by the loss of his arm, James Barnes begins to come to terms with several things. He also finds solace in youtube videos, memes and social media, where he happens to find you. (angst, fluff, smut) (Modern!AU)

Pairing: Ex Military!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Fem Reader

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It Comes Back To Me (completed)

Can Bucky have you come back to him after he pushed you too far?

Pairing: Lawyer!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Part I // Part II

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stevesbestgirl · 2 years

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Marvel Masterlist

Please see under the cut for my Marvel characters masterlist! Current characters include: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Stucky, Natasha Romanoff, Loki, Helmut Zemo, Steven Grant, and Johnny Storm. This also includes my Eddie/Venom fic (It took place when they were in the MCU, so it counts). Enjoy!

Find my main Masterlist here!

Because it needs to be said, no one has my permission to translate or repost my fics anywhere.

Key:

🔥 - smut

❤ - fluff

💀 - angst (always with a happy ending because I am soft)

💫 - my favorites

One Shots:

Drunk Enough (Steve Rogers x Reader) ❤ 💫

-> Star Spangled (Steve Rogers x Reader) ❤

Teamwork (Steve Rogers x GN!Reader) ❤

Series:

A Moment of Your Time (Mob!Bucky x f!Reader) ❤ 🔥

One Shots:

A Walk in the Park (Bucky x f!Reader) 🔥

Shades of Gray (FATWS!Bucky x enhanced!Flagsmasher!Reader) 💀

Sunshine (ex!Bucky x Reader) 💀❤

Hooked (Captain Hook!Bucky x Lost!Reader) 💀❤

Last Call (Biker!Bucky x f!Reader) ❤ ��

Shooting Blind (Bucky x Reader) ❤ 💫

In the Pit (Pit Boss!Bucky x f!Reader) 🔥

Secrets (Bucky Barnes x f!Reader) ❤

One Shots

Dolled Up (Stucky x f!Reader) 🔥 💫

Late Nights (Stucky x f!Reader) 🔥 💫

Performance Review (CEO!Stucky x Reader) ❤

Down to Business (dark!CEO!Stucky x Reader) ❤

The Auction (Mafia!Stucky x Reader) ❤ 🔥 💫

Part 1 Part 2

Sticky Notes (Stucky x Reader) ❤

Series:

Vanaheim Storms (Loki x f!Reader) ❤ 💫 Completed

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

One Shots:

Bock Haben (Zemo x f!Reader) 🔥 💫

Blind Date with Daddy!Zemo (Daddy!Zemo x F!Reader) ❤

One Shots:

Don't Be Afraid (Steven Grant x Reader) 💀❤

Excited (Steven Grant x Reader) ❤🔥

Love Languages with the Moon Boys ❤

Series:

Phases of the Moon (Steven Grant x f!Reader) ❤

Masterlist

One Shots:

We Are Drunk (Eddie/Venom x f!Reader) 🔥

Drabbles:

There Was One Bed (Johnny Storm X f!Reader) ❤

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #stucky x reader #helmut zemo x reader #loki x reader #steven grant x reader #eddie brock x reader #venom x reader #zemo x reader #baron zemo x reader #moon knight x reader #masterlist #mine #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic

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rachreads · 11 months

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y’all remember that adult job i said i was getting? well, i got it so the bruhl shrine has received a massive upgrade. >:)

more pics and artist links below ;)))

The shelf itself is an IKEA Milsbow with four Mittled LED cabinet lights on the underside of every shelf to give it some light. I did have to drill a hole in the bottom self to feed some cords though, but other than that it was pretty simple to put together! :D

The framed The King's Man (2021) poster on the left was a freebie that I got for attending the opening night showing of the movie! I was the only person in the theater with my friend, so we nabbed about seven of 'em and handed them out to fellow Bruhl and Kingsman appreciators in our friend grounp.

The All the King's Men poster underneath isn't Bruhl related, but it was a gift from another friend who knows how much I like the Kingsman movie series. I also have a Kingsman shrine in my living room (and a Talking Heads shrine, and a Re-Animator shrine, and a Vladmir Nobokov shrine.... i am so completely normal).

Everything below reads left to right, I'll try to include links to artists where I can!

Comic books in the back are issues 2-4 of Thunderbolts presents Zemo: Born Better (which isn't canon to the MCU, and honestly is not my favorite, but the cover art looks cool lol) and the first collected volume of the original Thunderbolts run.

The black picture frames on the left are a sticker set from @injureddreams on their Etsy store and can be found here! The keychain in the golden frame on the right is also from their store, and is sadly sold out :(, but the store page is here.

Speaking of keychains, I have two on order from Noble Demons that are currently getting bounced around in my campus mail system that will go in those empty spots in the frame. Those two can be found here and here.

The funko pop on the left is the limited edition dancing Zemo from the Collector Corps subscription box (although you can find them resold on Amazon and the like for ~20 bucks), and the funko pop on the right is the regular Zemo pop from the FATWS line from 2021. These are also on sale for around ~10 bucks on Amazon.

The figpin in the very middle is the MCU Zemo pin from the FATWS line that was released in 2021.

The plush in the very middle was actually made by me :D. You can find the pattern on Etsy here, but if you're curious about the specific yarns used, you can check out my ravelry posts about it here.

And finally, the enamel pins in the golden frame on the right are from ChingonPinz on Etsy, but unfortunately are not sold anymore.

The DVD/Bluray collection on the left has German imports of Schule (2000) and Lessons of a Dream (2011), as well as American DVDs/Blurays of Deeply, The Edukators, Lila Lila, Inglourious Basterds, and The Cloverfield Paradox. Civil War bluray on the right is also a US release.

Special attention called to the Good Bye Lenin DVD on the left, which is the US Special Edition that has director's and actor's commentary tracks, including one with Daniel on it! Geez, if only someone were to rip those tracks and upload them to the internet. Maybe in a masterlist on a pinned post. Maybe at the top of their blog. That would be crazy hahahahahaha.

The magazine in the back is the European version of Issue 46 of The Rake, which contains the amazing and wonderful photoshoot that can be seen in this post here. (pinkie promise i did not spend $200 on that, I got it on eBay for like 20$)

The art board print in the middle is from rindelamater on Redbubble and can be found here.

The Good Bye Lenin Blu-Ray that is laying on the bottom of the shelf is an import from South Korea, and is actually the only region A blu-ray of GBL in existence since there has been no re-release in the US. I imported mine from eBay, although I think I have seen a few floating around on other sites.

Good Bye Lenin and Inglourious Basterds CD scores are pretty common, I don't think I need to explain those.

The plushie of Zeems on the right is from RedCapStore on etsy and can be found here. This was actually a gift from a friend and I hold it very dear to my heart. :)

The Laszlo Brainrot begins.

Angel of Darkness and Surrender, New York on the left are US mass market paperbacks. Super easy to find. :)

The framed art print in the very middle is my very favorite drawing from @pannypunkpanda's 365 day art challenge from last year! You can find this specific one on their RedBubble shop here.

The rest of the items on this shelf (including the custom Leuchtturm1917 Journal on the left *drool*) are from a PR box that was released for TNT's version of The Alienist: Angel of Darkness in 2020. In anticipation for the season, an online murder mystery party was held and journalists recieved a box of props that acted as clues for the mystery. There's an article covering the online event linked here for those curious. I managed to snag a box from a reseller on eBay for around 60 bucks, although that was the first and only time I have ever seen it available. :(

The box on the very bottom right is the mailing box that the murder mystery props from the shelf above all came in.

The board game on the left is a custom box and game that was only given out to the cast and crew of the first or second season of the Alienist iirc and is not easily available on the market. I, again, picked mine up from a reseller on eBay, but it's pretty hard to find.

The book in the middle is the tie-in edition of The Alienist by Caleb Carr, which is completely annotated and highlighted to shit by your's truly. :)

The picture frame on the right again has stickers from @pannypunkpanda's RedBubble shop linked here, and another sticker in the very middle from Elizabeth Ryan Shepard's RedBubble shop linked here.

And that's it! I may make another list with my holy grail items that I'm still on the lookout for but honestly I might just like to gatekeep those. It might make my chances of finding them better oops.

#rach speaks!#is this too much? i think that this may be too much. I cannot be sure.#daniel bruhl #daniel brühl #zemo #helmut zemo #good bye lenin #alex kerner #the alienist #laszlo kriezler #laszlo kreizler #the ~shrine~

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sjsmith56 · 3 months

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Away Mission - Series Masterlist

Summary: 4 part story. Bucky cuts all ties with the Avengers and his girlfriend, Sloan, deliberately keeping them in the dark when he is asked by Nick Fury to undertake a dangerous undercover mission. Each part has alternate POV between Sloan and Bucky.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sloan Hunter (OFC, undescribed except shorter than Bucky), Nick Fury, Alphonso Mackenzie, Shuri, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, named OFC and several OMC, named MCU character, who is from Bucky’s HYDRA past (he’s using an alias).

Warnings: breakups, angst, Bucky deliberately being a dick, Bucky recalling past HYDRA abuse, past trauma suffered by Bucky and several other characters, homophobia.

Author notes: This grew from a one-shot about Bucky going undercover then having to make up to everyone after. It focuses on several times over the months he’s on this mission as things happen to him and to his girlfriend, Sloan. Hopefully, it shows the extent of Bucky’s moral centre as he deliberately puts himself into this situation. Set after FATWS and Black Panther: Wakanda Forever.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #buckybarnes original female character #sam wilson #nick fury #undercover mission #bucky doing what has to be done #bucky girlfriend #hydra #past trauma #alphonso mackenzie #Shuri #clint barton

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tinabelcherseroticfriendfiction · 2 years

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You're Perfect to Me

Title: You're Perfect to Me (sequal to Sushi and Exes) Fandom: MCU (Captain America/FATWS) Pairing: Bucky/Reader Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Major talk of emotional/mental/psychological abuse, mentions of physical abuse, past abuse, talk of sex, discussions of trauma, trauma comparing, exes, talk of exboyfriends, Summary: You finally break and tell Bucky about your abusive exes and how they fucked you up.

Ok, so disclaimer: This is purely self-indulgent. Please be respecful, though. Everything that happened to reader in this fic actually happened to me in real life. This was both cathartic and a bit truamatizing to write. Please be kind. <3 And Shout Out again to my beta @welcome-to-the-sin-zone for correcting my billion and a half past tense to present tense changes.

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“Why haven’t you asked about Michael?” You blurt out, sitting on the pier with Bucky a few days later. You were watching the ocean and enjoying the cool evening, but your mind was whirling. Bucky hadn’t said anything else after the incident at the sushi bar, and it was eating at you. You knew he had to be wondering, you would have been wondering if someone randomly tried to attack Bucky. So why wasn’t he asking you about it? Why was he acting like it didn’t matter? You didn’t understand.

Bucky, for his part, simply shrugs his shoulders, his expression neutral as he turns to look at you. “I figured you’d tell me when you’re ready,” his voice is calming, and it grates your nerves. Why was he so fucking perfect?

“You’re not even a little curious?” You press. You aren’t sure if you want a reaction out of him, but the nonplussed way he’s been acting about it has you on edge. It’s the exact opposite of what you expect, and that sets off alarms in your head.

Bucky tilts his head, looking at you curiously for a moment before he answers you. “Of course I’m curious, doll. I’ve got some… ideas about who he is, but I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready. Until then, he’s gone and I don’t see any reason to worry.”

Anyone else - literally anyone - would have hounded you for answers. They would have wanted to know why someone you hadn’t seen in eight fucking years could affect you the way Michael did. They would want to know who he was, who he was to you personally, what happened, what went down, why his wife was accusing you of getting him fired and trying to attack you.

But not Bucky.

No, Bucky is irritatingly perfect and hasn’t brought it up at all. Like he doesn’t care.

Oh.

“Do you… care about what happened?” You ask quietly, glancing at him before ducking your head. That would be what makes sense. He just didn’t care. And you aren’t sure if that means he doesn’t care about you, or about Michael. About your past, or about your future together. Do you have a future together? If he didn’t care, then does he not want to keep you around?

You feel your anxiety rising, slowly at first, until your thoughts quickly spiral out of control and you start rocking yourself back and forth, breathing deeply and staring at nothing in particular as your panic rises and takes over you completely.

“Hey! Hey, hey, hey, look at me. Look at me, Y/N. Come on, come back here,” Bucky has moved to kneel in front of you, grabbing your hands in one of his and his other on your cheek, coaxing you to look at him. Which you do, slowly. “That’s it. I’m right here, doll. Talk to me, what’s going on? What’s going through that head of yours?”

Taking a long, slow, breath, you squeeze his hand tightly as you close your eyes for a moment. “Do you not care? Is that why you haven’t asked? Because you don’t care about - about me? Or -”

“No.” Bucky’s firm, commanding voice penetrates your panic. It’s something you can grab onto. “No, of course I care about you, doll. I wasn’t pressing because I care about you. Because you were shaken up, clearly, and I didn’t want to make you more uncomfortable by demanding answers.” He strokes your cheek with his thumb and brushes away a stray tear. “Would it make you feel better to tell me?”

Yes. You think, leaning into his hand on your cheek as your heart slows. “I - y-yeah. Yeah, it would.” you finally admit, opening your eyes and staring into Bucky’s deep blue orbs. “If that’s… alright.”

“More than alright,” Bucky smiles at you. “So who was Michael?”

You squeeze his hand lightly, reminding you that he was there. He was listening. He cared.

“We dated in high school.” You start, shifting on your seat and motioning for Bucky to sit back down next to you. “He was my first everything. First boyfriend, first kiss, first date… the whole nine yards.” You lean your head against his shoulder as he sits down next to you. Breathing in deeply, you hum as you feel yourself relax again. “I thought we were gonna get married. I really loved him, ya know? Yeah, I was 16 and young and dumb, but I really thought we would be that couple. He even proposed.”

Well, it was less of a proposal and more a "given." You and Michael would discuss your wedding, your plans, where you would live and how many kids you were going to have. But there was never a formal proposal as such.

“We dated for three years. The last two years of high school and the first year of college. And he cheated on me the entire time with that bitch he has as his wife now.” You make a face. “The jackass even had the balls to joke about how his family thought he was cheating on me with her. To my face. We were sitting in his room and he was telling me about going over to her place and he said, ‘Ya, my dad thinks I’m cheating on you!’ and I remember laughing, like it was a ridiculous proposal. Like, if he had cheated on me, he wouldn’t be telling me about their date!” you scoff. “Fuck I was stupid.”

“No, you were trusting,” Bucky says softly, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly.

“Same thing,” you mutter under your breath. “But yeah… he was just.. A dick. And for the longest time I thought he was just that - a dick. Like I dated a jerk. But a few years after he broke up with me, I was talking to a therapist about our relationship and she had to stop me and be like ‘you know that’s abuse, right? Like, those are all classic signs of emotional abuse.’ And I just… I couldn’t accept that. I wasn’t abused! I mean, yeah, he had smacked me a couple of times, but I had hit him back. And when he smacked me at prom, I fuckin’ left his ass there with no way home.”

“He hit you?!” Bucky frowns, pulling back away from you. “He hit you!?” His blue eyes quickly picked up a storm, anger burning in him. You grab his hand and shake your head to try and calm him.

“Just a couple of times. But like I said - I hit him back! I wasn’t going to take physical abuse from anyone, especially not someone whose arm I could snap in half just by looking at it. He was such a skinny scrawny little shithead as a teenager. And I hit him with my car once. He did that to himself, though. It was after he hit me because I accused him of only using me for sex-”

Bucky pulls away from you then, staring at you like you had grown a second head, anger burning in his eyes. “He did what!?”

“Buck -”

“Why did you date this guy!?”

“I ask myself that a lot…” You mutter.

“Doll,” Bucky reaches out and grabs your hand. “You don’t - you know you don’t need to tell me -”

“I want to. You should know, anyway… I mean, it explains a lot, ya know? Heh… trauma’s fun, ain’t it? Can’t even have one personality trait that isn’t a trauma response or coping mechanism.” you give him a wry smile.

Bucky hums, sitting back down and nods to himself. “Yeah, tell me about it.”

You grab his hand again and settle into his side, playing with the glove that he wore over his metal hand.

“But yeah, I was feeling like he was just using me for sex, told him that, he blew up and yelled that if I ever told anyone that I’d regret it, smacked me across the face and I stormed out of his parent’s house. I was putting my car in drive when he jumped into the street to stop me from leaving and I was already pressing on the gas. He bounced off the corner of my car, hit my side mirror, and stood there staring at me while I drove away. I was so pissed. And the dumb fucking part is that I still hate telling this story, because part of me is like ‘maybe he really wasn’t and he wasn’t abusive and you’re blowing this out of proportion and it’s going to get back to him and he’s going to be pissed that you told people he was abusive and he’s going to hurt you.'"

You look at Bucky.

“That’s how bad it got. I gaslit myself into thinking he wasn’t gaslighting me and abusing me. It got so bad that I still fear his anger. What the hell is wrong with me?”

“Nothing,” Bucky says, wrapping his arm around you again and pulling you close to him. “Absolutely nothing. You are perfect. He’s the one who’s wrong.”

You sniffle a little, your eyes stinging with unshed tears at Bucky’s soft voice. You hated crying. Especially in front of someone who has so many reasons to cry and is so much stronger than you. “I mean, it’s nothing like what you went through -” “Don’t you even start that.” Bucky growles. “You can’t compare trauma, you know that. You tell me that every fucking day.”

You did. He would feel bad for being upset over something, and you’d remind him that he can’t compare trauma, that he went through hell and has every reason to feel the way he feels, and that he should let himself feel his emotions. But for some reason, you can’t take your own advice.

“He would start arguments with me over the phone. Fights he knew I wouldn’t be able to back down from, and then put his phone on speaker, go to wherever his family was, and just stand there while I was yelling at him over the phone, looking like he didn’t know what I was yelling at him for… He always made me look like the bad guy.. And for so long I thought I was.”

“That’s fucked up…” you hear Bucky mutter.

“Tell me about it… I didn’t know he did that until after we were over and one of his friends told me. His friends actually ditched him after he ended it with me. They weren’t the biggest fan of me, but they hated what he did to me more. So they were like ‘fuck you, bitch’ and stopped hanging out with him and everything.”

“Good.”

You smile a little. “He was really good with technology. He wanted to work as a computer engineer for his favorite video game company. But he was never very good with math, and when I would try to help him, he would just blow up on me and yell at me. So when he messaged me at work one day a few years ago, I fucking panicked. Out of the blue, he sent me an IM saying that my computer needed updates and upgrades and he was going to be working on that, and that it wouldn’t take long. I thought it was weird, because usually when your station needs updates, they email you and tell you what it is, how to do it, and if you have problems to reach out. But what really freaked me out was that it was him. So I told my manager, and she told me not to respond. They got security involved, had his boss look into it, and he had absolutely no reason to reach out to me. My station was up to date and everything. When they told me that, I freaked out even more. What if he had my address then? What if he stalked me? What was I going to do?”

You shift, closing your eyes as you focus on not letting those emotions take you over.

“I was so scared… They asked if I wanted them to do anything. Because they could easily have him fired for that. But … I was afraid of any kind of retaliation. Like I said - I didn’t know if he had my address now, or if he knew how to find me. So I told them I didn’t want to do that. I just never wanted him to contact me again.”

“But they fired him anyway?” Bucky asks, frowning. You knew what he was thinking.

“He must have done something else. Because they promised me they wouldn’t do anything for that reason. I never heard from him again after that IM. So I don’t know what happened.”

“When was that?”

“Back when I lived in Illinois. So about two years ago?”

“So he doesn’t know you moved? That’s why you said you were on vacation?”

Nodding, you look up at him and hum. “Damn straight. I don’t need a stalker or you going to jail for murder. So don’t go looking for him, please.”

“I won’t.” Bucky promises, though he still looks like he wants to crack some heads.

“But, uh… yeah. That’s most of it…”

“You mentioned you were cheated on twice…?” Bucky makes a face. “Was your other ex just as bad?”

You hum, scrunching your face up. “Eh… he was… he was bad in a similar way… but different…?” You frown, trying to figure out how to explain it. Michael was the one you feared. Andrew was the one you were angry at.

“What do you mean?”

Sighing, you glance up at the stars, finding the words. “Andrew… he, uh… well, ok, so this might explain it best - whenever we were arguing over something, he made it a point not for him to be right, but to make sure I was wrong. He even admitted it. He didn’t care if he was right as long as he could prove me wrong. He was, like, nine years older than me, disbled Marine vet - that should say a lot. He wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box. But I dated him before the joke about Marines eating crayons, but oh my lord I could see him eating crayons,” you roll your eyes. “He was more emotionally abusive. He never raised his hand to me ever, well…” you chuckle, looking away from Bucky. “Except in bed. Probably why I stayed with him for so long. The sex was … fuck, the sex was good.”

“Seriously?” Bucky raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t look at me like that! If you’d never been able to orgasm before and suddenly you're getting multiple in a single session? You’d stay with him too!”

“You’d never orgasmed before him?” he asks, incredulous.

“Never. And haven’t since," you sigh.

“But it is what it is. He could be so sweet. He bought me this adorable little penguin statue because he knew I loved penguins. But then he would go to Washington state for two weeks and not tell me until he came back.”

You look perplexed. “Like.. he gave me whiplash. And then he just stopped talking to me. You know your relationship is over when you can watch 16 seasons of Law and Order SVU waiting for him to call you back. I had to break up with him via text because he wouldn’t give me the time of day. Then after that, I learned he had been telling other women that we were in an open relationship! I had never agreed to that. So he was seeing, like, eight other women behind my back. He even married the one and last I heard has a kid with her. The dumbest part of that is she was the one I was most worried about him cheating on me with, and she was the one he swore he would never date because she was ‘too much like him’ and it would be like dating his twin." You roll your eyes. “Again, I was young and fucking stupid.”

“Please stop saying that. You aren’t stupid. You were trusting.”

“Again I say, the same fucking thing.”

“You trust me, don’t you?” Bucky counters.

You make a face, scrunching your nose. “Against my better judgment, yes. I do.”

“Thanks?”

You chuckle. “Yeah, well, now you know. Now you know why I didn’t wanna date again. And why I… freaked out so bad…”

Bucky surprises you by pulling you into his lap. “Thank you for telling me.” he says, kissing you softly on the lips. “Do you feel better?”

You nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Yeah… I do… Thanks for listening.”

“Anytime, doll. And not all vets are like that.”

The laugh that bubbles up out of your throat catches you by surprise and you bury your face in his neck, laughing. “Oh, Buck. I know. You’re nothing like Andrew.” You smile, kissing his neck. “How are you so perfect?”

Bucky’s snort shakes you a little. “I’m far from perfect, sweetheart.”

“You’re perfect to me.”

~*~Fin~*~

Next ->

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Masterlist (add to it later)

MARVEL:

Steve (haven’t seen The First Avenger):

Bucky (same as Steve; haven’t seen FATWS):

Tony (haven’t seen Iron Man 3):

Clint:

Natasha:

Wanda (haven’t seen MOM):

Pietro:

Peter P (haven’t second half of second slo movie and haven’t seen third solo movie, and haven’t seen What If):

Yelena:

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STARKID: (add characters and actors later)

Little White Lie:

AVPM (not seen)

Me and My Dick:

AVPS:

Starship:

SPACE tour:

Holy Musical Batman:

Apocalyptour: 1

AVPSY (not seen):

Twisted:

Ani (haven’t seen):

Trail to Oregon:

Firebringer:

The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals:

Starkid Homecoming:

Black Friday:

VHS Christmas Carol:

Nightmare Time 1 (have seen Witch in the Web):

Nightmare Time 2 (have seen Abstinence Camp, and Killer Track):

Jangle Ball Tour:

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Tin Can Brothers:

Flop Stoppers (haven’t seen it):

Spies Are Forever:

Solve it Squad (haven’t seen it):

Wayward Guide for the Untrained Eye (haven’t seen it):

This Could Be on Broadway (haven’t seen it):

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Shipwrecked Comedy

Edgar Allen Poe’s Murder Mystery Dinner Party (haven’t seen it):

The Case of the Gilded Lily (haven’t seen it):

Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story (saw first episode):

Unsolved Babesteries (haven’t seen it):

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House of the Dragon (add characters after and cast?)

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Game of Thrones (add characters after and cast) (I have only 3 more episodes of season 8 left...)

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We Are The Tigers (add characters after and cast)

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Heathers (movie/musical) (add characters after and cast)

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Pretty Little Liars (add characters after and cast) (seen season 1)

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Supernatural (been jumping around, but seen most of the series, and saw season 15) (add more characters and the cast later)

Dean:

Sam:

Cas:

Jack:

Gabriel:

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H2O: Just Add Water

Cleo:

Emma:

Rikki:

Bella:

Claire Holt:

Cariba Heine:

Phoebe Tonkin:

Indiana Evans:

Others that you want:

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Mako Mermaids (Mako Island of Secrets)

Lyla:

Nixie:

Sirena:

Zac:

Ondina:

Mimmi:

Evie:

Weilan:

Rita:

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Other TV shows (that you request/I forgot to add)

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Other musicals (that you request/I forgot to add)

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No Exit [Chapter Six]

Summary: Bucky hates snow, but a snowstorm on the way to his sister’s memorial keeps him overnight at a mountain lookout rest area with a motley crew of strangers: a trucker, a businessman, some roadtrippers, and You, an apparent runaway full of secrets. When strange things start happening, a light-hearted lock-in turns dark and dangerous. (Loosely based on the 2022 film of the same title.)

Pairing: Post FatWS!Bucky x amnesiac!Reader

Chapter Word Count: 2177

Warnings: violence and gore, memory loss, angst, brief mentions of drug abuse, weapons, torture, sexual content.

A/N: Just a little warning that this chapter is very violent, and there are several mentions of familial death.

It's rather action heavy, and I did enjoy writing. I hope you like it! Thanks, as always, for reading xo

Series Masterlist | star-archer masterlist

★★★

Bucky awoke in the dark, a skull-aching pain up his right side, and a puddle of something beneath his cheek on the tile floor. He groaned, tried to reorient, and pushed himself upright with the Vibranium. He peered into the darkness, blood pounding from right to left as he recalibrated, and he noticed two occupied cots, pressed together. The ringing of his ear faded to the dull roar of Dorian’s snore, and it all came rushing back.

He felt the sting of something on his right shoulder, and he yanked it off with his left hand, looking at the sting device that had implanted into him. Electronic, maybe disguised as a watch, with little hooked feet that had latched to the muscles of his traps and sent a shockwave of electricity down his side. Now as he stared at the little OsCorp logo, he felt the tingles of feeling surge back into him.

With a growl, he grasped the edge of your cot and lifted himself upright. You weren’t there, and when he turned, he saw that both Murphy and Kenneth were missing from their cots. And just beyond, in the snow drifts of the parking lot, he noticed a faint blue glow from the opened back-end of the semi-trailer.

Dragging a slowly mobilizing left leg, Bucky limped to his bag, pulled out a hidden knife and strapped it around his thigh. Then, he made his way out to the cold.

He grit his teeth against the wind chill. It had stopped snowing, maybe an hour or two earlier, but the snow still piled at odd ends of the oversized lot. The powder slid beneath limped boot fall, and he poked once more at the comms device imbedded in his ear. “Sam Wilson, answer me right now.” But the line remained as silent as the wind in the trees, the sky clearing for a blanket of stars.

He cursed at himself for parking so far away, and he contemplated whether or not it was worth it to grab his pistol from the glove compartment when he heard your cries from the back end of the truck. With a deep breath, and a roll of his shoulders, he set off your direction instead.

“What do you want from me?” You cried. “Why are you doing this?”

“Will you shut up?” Kenneth whined. He was scared, frantic, green.

Bucky lined himself against the truck, pulled out his knife, inched toward the open back.

“I told you, princess. You’ve been a very bad girl, and my boss is paying me big bucks to bring you back to him.” Murphy’s voice was like velvet. He was totally at ease. He’d kidnapped hundreds of times before. He was in acquisitions.

Bucky cursed to himself. Of course. He should have seen this coming, should have seen this coming. He’d dealt with traffickers like this asshole in the past. Hell, he’d been one of them. Never for this company, and never in a vault like this one, but he’d picked up a few girls and shoved them into the back end of sprinter vans, shipped them off to remote islands. The idea made his stomach roll with nausea.

Another deep breath, the clench and release of his fist around the knife to ensure he had his strength back, he swung around the back end of the trunk and slashed at target number one. Murphy was closest, must have heard him, blocked his forearm and ducked out of the way of the knife. Bucky was still to weak. He’d managed to disarm him, and Kenneth panicked and kicked the blade halfway under the trailer.

Guess it was man-to-man. Bucky swung and landed a punch before he took a knee to the chest. With a growl, he swung again, but Murphy caught his wrist. What the Hell did he stick him with? Bucky groaned under he’d been put in a headlock, and he managed to look up and see your stunned features watching it all unfold. “Get out of here!” He roared, kicking Murphy off of him and throwing him to the ground in a flurry of snow and slush.

Two blows to the head with vibranium and Murphy was out cold. Bucky watched you leap from the trailer and you slipped a bit on the ice before he caught you around the waist and helped you back across the lot and into the building. God, he hated snow.

You were clinging to him, air choked in your throat, but he was watching the door, waiting for Murphy to get back up, to round that corner. He should have killed him. Bucky ran a hand down your face, pulled your gaze to his. “Are you okay?” You nodded, and he led you back to your cot.

It was quiet, too quiet. He heard only the ragged sound of your breath from your lips and the soft snores of the couple on the cot. He frowned down at them. They must have been drugged. It was the only explanation. Although, he bristled at the thought that they might be in on this two, this conspiracy to take you to their Boss, whoever that may be.

Bucky felt the tug of your fingers between his, and he gave you a squeeze, but then something squeaked from down the hall near the restrooms, and he watched as the barrel of a gun slipped back into the light.

“I’m sorry, Sergeant Barnes,” Kenneth’s voice trembled as much as his hand.

Bucky shoved you behind him and lifted his hands in surrender, slowly backing the two of you down the opposite hall, away from the couple sleeping off their drugs. “Kid, you don’t have to do this. Okay? I can help you.”

The kid shook his head, sweat beading from his hair onto the damp triangle on his t-shirt. His hand still shook. “I have to take her, sir. They’ll kill me if I don’t. They’ll kill my family.”

Bucky nodded, and they continued their path down the vending machine hallway. If Bucky could just get you to the janitor’s closet, he’d shove you in and go for the kid. But he needed to know you were safe first. “I know, Kenneth, but I can help you with that. My friends are coming, okay? They can help you.”

Kenneth shook his head. “No. Nobody can help me now.”

BANG!

Bucky felt searing hot pain in his shoulder. He’d been shot dozens of times, and none of those had been fun either. He grit his teeth through it, tried to shake it off. He’d heal. He always healed. He took a few steps forward then, toward the kid, ready to lunge, to disarm.

BANG! BANG!

Two more shots fired out, and Kenneth yelped, dropping his weapon. Just behind him, Bucky saw a swollen-faced Murphy with his pistol drawn to the heads of the sleeping strangers. Bucky dove for Kenneth’s weapon, shoving the kid out of the way with one hand, but before he could fire one off at the Con Man, the Earth seemed to halt on its axis.

It was a dull whir, a pitch unobtainable to hear, and Bucky felt the blood pouring from his ears before he could realize what was happening. Everything had slowed down. He dropped the weapon and slammed his hands over his ears, protected by the impenetrable vibranium on his left side. He swung his head around in search of a culprit, looking for a way to make the sound stop, when glass shattered from everywhere, a spray of fine powder, like snow. The vending machines exploded from beside him, and he rolled out of the way in time to see you.

You were at the lip of the look out, mouth wide in a scream, arms raised in front of you, eyes squeezed shut, the look of absolute horror strewn across your otherwise stunning features. In slow motion, the glass behind you shattered, and he watched as your small frame lifted from the ground and fell.

He screamed, though he couldn’t hear it, he could feel it in his throat, felt the sounds of your name against his tongue, and he lunged out for you, like an old friend on a freight train, a million miles away.

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Nana’s house smelled like rosemary and lemonade and the heat of late spring sunset pouring in through west-facing windows. Dust particles danced in the air and settled on overgrown houseplants and the leather boots that lay beside Granddad’s chair, untouched in the years since he’d passed, but a happy remainder of him all the same. The metronome chimed atop the upright piano, beside a slew of photos of your aunts and uncles and cousins, in various stages of age and life experiences. The tick-tock set your rhythm, kept your focus, allowed you to tune out the drone of the television from the kitchen counter.

With a deep breath, you set fingers to the keys again. Your recital was soon, a handful of days and you’d be giving your final performance, three days after that, you’d be walking the stage in cap and gown, waving your diploma while your family cheered you on. You closed your eyes and settled into the piece. It had to be perfect.

Only, a cry from the kitchen interrupted your focus. Nana called for you, frantic, and you leapt from the bench to rush to the breakfast nook. The old woman had a gnarled hand to her mouth, the other pointed at the television screen in horror. You turned your head to watch the news report, several images flashing of New York City, a giant ring, so much destruction. And then, the broadcast switched to Breaking News, someone familiar, Avengers-adjacent, head hung low. He stood on a podium reading off of a prompter. His hands were shaking.

You couldn’t hear his words, just watched as your grandmother shook her head, sobbed into her hands. All you could hear was the ticking of the metronome. The screen flashed images then, amateur footage from around the world, footage of people disappearing into dust. Planes crashing, buses hitting pedestrians, everyone poofing like the God Damn Rapture, and that’s when the horror set in.

A deep pit in your stomach, you glanced up at the clock. It was late. Too late. Mom should be off work by now. You turned and ran back to the piano, lifting your phone off the sheet music and slamming the metronome closed. The ticking never ceased.

You paced the living room, kicking over one of Granddad’s boots while the line rang and rang and rang. You hung up, tried Dad next, tried Uncle Louis, tried Mom again. You turned to find Nana at the piano bench. She reached out to you with a comforting hand. Tears blurred your vision, and you jabbed Mom’s number again.

Ring. Ring. Ring. “Hello?”

Your breath halted.

A familiar voice spoke your name, but it sounded far off.

You opened your mouth, tried to answer, to let her know you were there.

“Oh honey,” came the reply, frantic, sobbing. “Your mom… she just…”

The phone dropped from your ear, and you felt the emotion surge through you. It felt like a bolt of electricity that started in your throat and surged through every part of you. You felt it out your fingertips, down to your toes, crowning the top of your head. You cried out, let out all of the agony, the pain of lose and grief and anger, and you felt like you were flying. You levitated until your head bumped something, the ceiling, you realized, and the panic set in, that heart wrenching panic that sent you hurtling to the shag carpet below.

The orange shag. You were exhausted. You hadn’t realized you’d blacked out until you heard the sirens, someone calling your name, shaking your shoulders, petting your hair. The orange carpet was red, brown, crusted. Your hands stung, coated in glass. A cool breeze fanned your face, stung at your wounds, and you squinted into the setting sun, uninhibited, bright. You closed your eyes to impede it.

“Can you tell me your name?” A man asked, several men hurried into the home with a gurney. They wore white coats, shined flashlights in your eyes. You watched as they carted Nana away under a white sheet. Her arm slipped from beneath it.

You couldn’t, your voice was too hoarse. You clutched at your throat, but they held you down, gripped your arms tight. Then you heard the whirring. It replaced the ceaseless tick, deep in the base of your skull. They wheeled you out of there, away from the sparkling glass, the upturned boot, the photos of family, the blood on black and white keys.

They slipped you into the back of a truck, an ambulance? Armored. It was all metal and flashing lights, blue and harsh. It hurt your eyes. The whirring got louder, pounded at your skull. You closed your eyes, shut out the world again, what was left of it.

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Broken Wings || Pt.5

Sam Wilson x OFC Ada Marks

Summary: A 6-8 part mini series following OC Ada Marks as she rekindles a relationship with Sam but can they really get past their long history for a fresh start or is it better to just let go. Set after FATWS with Bucky and Sam being friends. Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, violence, warfare, sexual themes. || Series Masterlist || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 ||

Afghanistan, 2013

“I don’t like this,” I said for the third time as Sam and Riley worked quickly to pack up the camp we had set up. “We should go together.”

Riley sighed to himself but wouldn’t say anything because it wasn’t in his nature to go against an order despite hating when we were separated too. “How long until they get here?”

“Chopper will be here in an hour,” Sam said as he sat on my rucksack so I could zip the overfull bag closed. “You and I fly in at 2300.”

“What about me?” I rose with my hands on my hips.

“We have been over this babe, two of us going in is already a risk,” he said, shaking his head. “You’ll be on standby, Ada.”

I wasn’t happy with the strategy but arguing would get me nowhere, but I would damn well make sure I was ready and waiting should one of them need me.

I rolled up my mattress and tied it up with twine before tossing it out of the tent and onto the growing pile of belongings. My uniform was the only thing left unpacked but I wouldn’t change into it until the tent was dismantled. Taking it down would break a sweat and the last thing I wanted was to sit in damp clothes on an hour long flight back to base.

“Incoming,” Riley announced as he heard the chopper blades while we were rolling the last of the canvas tent up tight.

We quickly shoved the tent into its travel sack and covered our eyes as our transport arrived, kicking up dust in its wake. Two fairly new soldiers jumped out and helped us pack the chopper with our bags before we strapped in and we were off. The desert terrain fell away as we climbed higher and higher and the peace I had felt camping with my boyfriends fell away with it.

“We’re home,” Riley said as he shook my shoulder and woke me up.

I rubbed my eyes and tried to lift my head off Sam’s shoulder but his head was heavy on top of mine and I nudged his side so he would wake up. He lifted his head and looked around, forgetting for a moment where we were before stretching and waiting for the skids to touch down.

“58th in the house!” A loud voice called out over the sounds of the engine turning off and we all smiled at the 48th Rescue Squadron leader.

“You know how it is, Fischer, call in the big guns when shit gets real,” Sam joked as he pulled him into a hug and clapped each other on the back.

“Only until they share your tech with the rest of us,” Staff Sergeant Ian Fischer retorted with a laugh. “Go on, everyone’s in the bullring.”

I gave Ian a hug and Riley shook his hand as we walked past on our way to the building that Sam was already disappearing into. Riley slung his arm over my shoulder as he caught up and I felt the pre-mission jitters and excitement begin to build. I had no idea that just 12 hours later my world would come crashing down.

“Alright, Falcon and Eagle, you have Starling for backup but we want to get in and out under the radar so the less Exo-7s out and about the better.”

We all nodded as we stepped into the straps of our suits and began the quite lengthy task of securing our jet propulsion wings to our backs. We checked each other’s buckles to make sure they were snug before stepping out into the cool evening air. I pushed my ear comms deeper into my ear to make sure it wouldn’t fall loose when I flew and checked that everyone could hear each other as well as command central.

We reached the clearing where our take off point was and I stood between Sam and Riley, holding one of their hands each in mine. We had seven years of pararescue missions under our belts, four of those with the Exo-7 wings. It still never made this moment any easier.

“These things we do,” Sam said as he squeezed my hand.

“So others may live,” Riley followed.

“58th until the end.”

We never said I love you. We never said goodbye. It was an unspoken rule that had never been broken. We stepped away from each other and expanded our wings before engaging the jets and taking to the skies. Two yellow dots were blipping in my helmet and those would be the two lights that guided me home, Falcon and Eagle.

"The target is 8.6 miles northeast of Dabay. Uploading coordinates now,” Air command notified us through our comms before a red dot was added to the map in my helmet.

"Eagle, take the right flank. Starling, stay out of range behind us."

We followed Sam's direction and I broke away as we reached the mountains that crashed steeply into the valley where Khandil was in hiding. I watched as Riley barrel rolled to the right and they both dove down into the dark depths and out of my sight. The air was still as I hovered in place ready for any sign of trouble but there didn't seem to be any. I was beginning to think the intel was wrong as their positioning beacons showed they had landed in the enemies territory unscathed.

Suddenly machine guns fired in rapid succession and I heard Sam call out to Riley as he located Khandil. Their beacons moved hastily around my helmet as they manoeuvred their way about of the valley they were trapped in and Sam confirmed he had Khandil in his custody. Unable to remain in position any longer, I set my thrusters to full speed and raced over the terrain to reach Sam and Riley.

Bullets hit my wings as I swooped at the insurgents and took some of the heat away from my men before I saw an alert for a missile heading straight for me and I tucked my wings in close, dropping from the sky. I felt the heat of the explosion above me and looked up to find Riley had protected me from the shrapnel and other projectiles. Opening my wings wide I blew a thank you kiss to Riley before heading back to Sam.

"Starling, get out of here," Sam called out as I reached him. "Eagle, let's go!"

We both looked back as we banked sharply to avoid an RPG heading towards us and I turned to see another RPG coming from behind.

“RILEY!”

Time slowed as the horror unfolded before our eyes. He had a 50/50 chance of banking left or right to dodge the RPG that passed us but he chose wrong. His right wing curled in and he turned right into the second RPG that was coming up behind him. Fire and flames engulfed him and there was nothing that I could do as he disappeared in the explosion.

Fury flooded me as I looked down at the men scattered around the valley walls, from here they looked like ants and those ants took Riley from me. Sam was calling out to me, ordering me to leave but I couldn’t just let them get away with what they did. I pulled the comms piece out of my ear and dropped it as I tucked my wings in and plummeted from the sky.

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The drive from York to Washington DC was quiet. The only voice that broke the silence was Riley as he pressed his nose to the window and watched the scenery pass us by, questions flowing from his lips quicker than the water of the Potomac River Sam drove along. Trying to ask him to have quiet time was futile and I had given up by the time we crossed that state line into Maryland, opting to try to sleep instead.

“Mr Wilson?” Riley asked as he leant into the middle of the seat and found Sam looking at him in the small mirror.

“Come on little man, call me Sam.” He smiled. “What’s up?”

“What was my dad like?”

I fought the urge to open my eyes and kept my head on my rolled up hoodie that was doubling as a pillow for the drive.

“Shouldn’t you be asking your mom about him?” Sam was obviously uncomfortable with the question and you heard the leather seats creak with his shuffle of movements.

“I think it makes her sad when I ask.”

Sam’s sigh was barely audible but you knew he did it. “He was brave and kind and always put everyone else first. He was like you, protective of your mom.”

Riley chewed his lip and returned to looking out his window before gasping with fright. I bolted upright and leant across the seat to look out his window and spotted a man flying towards us with a rudimentary version of a wingsuit.

Grabbing Riley, I tucked him under my arms and slipped a pair of control gloves over my hands to activate my wingsuit that was in the cargo hold.

“We’ve got company,” I growled as I noticed another man out my window and grabbed my son’s face. “Stay low, Ry. Hear me? Just stay low.”

“Ada, what are you-”

I pinned Sam with a stare through the rearview mirror and interrupted him, “What I have to, get Riley out of here.”

Wind whipped around the car as I opened the door and dove out, Riley and Sam’s shouts sounding behind me. The back of the car exploded as my wingsuit tore through the metal and erupted out of it before they slammed into my back and saved me from hitting the asphalt road.

The thruster kicked in almost immediately and I was thrown forward with the power much stronger than the previous marks had been able to pull. I almost screamed in exhilaration but it was the fear of my son that kept me focused on the two targets I had my eyes on.

It was mere seconds later that I was swooping past the car and the men with the inferior suits were too slow to avoid my sharp blades that slashed through their own wings before they could draw their weapons. One crashed heavily into the highway and came to a rest unmoving but the other managed to crash into the grass verge and lifted his weapon towards Sam’s car, at my son.

I could never make it there in time but my wingsuit could. There was no time to think about myself as I flicked my wrist and fell from the sky as my suit disappeared from my back. A scream of pain tore from my lips as I landed badly on my already sore leg, my skin shredding along the road as I rolled but it was all secondary to the relief I felt as the wings wrapped around the back of the car, protecting its occupants from the bullets.

The harsh sound of metal dragging across the ground had me look away from where Riley was safe and I found the man who had attacked up aiming his gun at me. It wasn’t the first time I had stared down a barrel but it was not something that ever got any easier and I felt the blood rushing in my ears as my heart raced. I didn’t want to die but I couldn’t risk bringing the wingsuit back and leaving Riley unprotected, he was my world.

“My boss wants you alive so he can kill you himself,” the man spoke in Pashto.

“Khandil can kiss my ass,” I spat back and jutted my chin to the road behind him. “If he wants me, he’s going to have to go through that.”

The man’s eyes widened as he looked over his shoulder and saw Sam throw his vibranium shield. The metal crashed into his back, breaking the wingsuit he wore and throwing him off balance and off aim, right into my fist that rendered him an unconscious mess on the asphalt.

“I told you to look after Riley!”

“I wasn’t going to leave you, again,” Sam said as his voice broke and he scooped me up as gently as he could. There was no stopping the memories that assaulted me as I inhaled the woody scent of his cologne and my head found its way into the curve where his strong shoulders met his neck. It was a place that always felt like home, and it still did.

“You really outdid yourself,” he said with a rather disbelieving chuckle as he reached the car and you closed the wingsuit up with a swish of your hand. “It’s like you’re trying to one up me.”

I barked a laugh as he slipped me onto the backseat beside a worried Riley who I immediately wrapped in my arms as I cocked an eyebrow at Sam. “Have you looked in the mirror lately? Nothing can outdo that costume of yours.”

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cjsinkythoughts · 3 years

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FATWS Series Masterlist

PAIRING: BUCKY BARNES X AVENGER!READER

!TAGLIST IS CLOSED FOR THIS SERIES!

!FATWS SPOILERS AHEAD: READ WITH CAUTION!

Series based on the Show - updates every Friday as new episodes come out!

Series Warnings: !SPOILERS!, Lots of Angst, Fluff, Some Idiocy, Cursing, Slow-Burn (I'm sorry, it was an accident!)

*Please don't repost this anywhere! Especially without my permission! I've worked hard on this and these characters are very dear to me so please don't repost! Thank you to everyone who helped with the scare I just had! I just started posting my work this year so I'm new to that kind of thing! *

1) His Only Contact - Takes place after Episode 1; Angst and Fluff, phone call between Reader and Bucky; Bucky’s Perspective (Also written for HBC’s Lucky in Love, Day 19 Prompt: Odds)

2) Not Your Captain - Takes place right before Episode 2; Lots of Angst and feelings between Reader and Bucky; Reader’s Perspective

3) Inner Conflict - Takes place during Episode 2; a little more action packed and scene-for-scene of the show than the previous two parts; Reader’s Perspective

3.5) Rocks, Shoulders, and Ears - Second Half of Inner Conflict; loads of Angst!; the Couples Therapy Scene; Reader’s Perspective

4) In Need of a Breath - First Part of the Third Episode; Zemo’s Entrance; Reader’s Perspective

4.2) Suits, Dress, and Heels - Second Part of the Third Episode; First Half of Madripoor; Sharon’s Entrance; Reader’s Perspective

4.3) It’s All in the Perspective - Third and Final Part of the Third Episode; Second half of Madripoor; Mainly Reader’s Perspective

5) Right From Left - First Part of the Fourth Episode; First little bit in Latvia before Walker comes in; Reader’s Perspective

5.2) The Shield - Second and Final Part of the Fourth episode; Walker, Karli, Zemo, Everything; Proceed with Caution on This One; Reader’s Perspective

6) It Always Ends in a Fight - Very First Part of the Fifth episode; Warehouse Fighting Scene; Reader’s Perspective

6.2) Windows Down, Music Up - Second Part of the Fifth Episode; Doesn’t Have Much of the Actual Show in it Besides Zemo Getting Arrested; Reader’s Perspective

6.3) The Conversation - Third and Final Part of the Fifth Episode; Feelings and Fluff; Louisiana Scenes; Mostly Reader’s Perspective

7) Home - The Only Part of Episode Six; The FINALE; Reader’s Perspective

One Shots of Reader’s Backstory - NOT BUCKY X READER

It’s more Avengers x Reader with a heavy emphasis on Steve x Reader, but it’s platonic! I'm gonna try to do it chronologically.

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One Shot #1: Back to the Beginning - Reader Meets Captain Steve Rogers; Takes place directly after Captain America: The First Avenger in 2011

One Shot #2: The Beginning of a Family - Reader Meets the Avengers; Takes place during the first half of The Avengers in 2012

One Shot #3: Stars, Stripes, and Bubbles - Reader and Steve have some fun in the kitchen; Takes place right after Steve’s mission in the beginning of Captain America: The Winter Soldier in 2014

One Shot #4: Best Girls, Good Guys, Hand Art, Joy Rides - Reader Meets Sam Wilson; Takes place during Captain America: The Winter Soldier in 2014 before/during/after Sam’s VA session

One Shot #5: Reminiscing - Reader Learns about Bucky Barnes; A little out of order; Takes Place before CA: TWS, before Reader and Steve move to D.C., so before One Shot #3 and 4 (2012-2013 ish)

One Shot #6: No One Said Anything About a Metal Arm - Reader Unofficially Meets Bucky Barnes Or, More Accurately, The Winter Soldier; Takes place during the end of Captain America: The Winter Soldier in 2014

One Shot #7: Revels - Reader Parties with the Avengers; Takes place during the Avengers: Age of Ultron Party Scene in 2015

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Our Home to Heal Series

Complete

Summary: working at the VA, you’ve found your place. helping people in the sobriety unit as well as cooking for the food bank, the VA had everything for you. Bucky Barnes has a not-so-good first impression but after dealing with a dark recent past he finds you to help him heal.

Warnings: overdose/suicide attempt, triggering/invalidating statements, yelling, swearing, mentions of pills, addiction, war, amputation, there will be specific warnings for each episode.

Set: after Falcon and the Winter Soldier.

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rolliedollieollie · 3 years

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Devil's Backbone Masterlist

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Updated 7/21/21

A fire alarm brings an agoraphobic reader and a Bucky Barnes together.

Female Reader x Bucky Barnes

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This Feeling I've Got (Bucky Barnes AU Masterlist)

this started off with a one shot to submit for a writing challenge but this Bucky and reader pairing stuck with me so i'm turning it into a one shots/drabble series which is interconnected but does not follow a set timeline.

therefore each of the pieces can be read standalone

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Pairing: FATWS!Bucky x Plus Size! F! Reader

Contains Smut **

This Feeling I’ve Got [Submission for barnesafterglow 's all’s well writing challenge]

Even in Nightmares I Dream of You

The Rain Washes Your Love Upon Me

Coming Home To You

Won't Let You Shatter **

I Should Have Stayed

please note this series is not regularly updated and it is not canon compliant.

updated: 12 Feb 23

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And they could Never Tear us Apart - 1

Summary: Canon!AU Bucky doesn’t trust anyone but himself. But after you show up on his doorstep with a shoebox full of old HYDRA files, he finds himself in a very difficult situation: trust a spy or gamble with people’s lives.

Word Count: 1,947

Warnings: Language, Super Mild Violence

A/N: Here we go! This fic follows FATWS. I hope you enjoy this new fic, I will probably take a small tag list for this series but I plan to post every monday so you can follow @redgillan-shares and turn on notification. Happy reading!

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Bucky paced the base with hasty steps, groaning under his breath while he waited for Sam to emerge from the locker room. He couldn’t stop thinking about Walker’s interview on Good Morning America.

“Even though I never met him, he feels like a brother.”

He’d gone on a walk then, tearing off posters of John Walker as the new Captain America before he remembered that Sam was at the military base near New York and decided to pester him about the shield instead.

“Does he know I’m here?” Bucky snapped, though the young lieutenant standing next to him didn’t flinch.

Torres kept his eyes trained on the sheet of paper he was reading, his unzipped backpack hanging off one shoulder. “He shouldn’t be long, sir.”

“Great,” Bucky mumbled to himself.

He took an immediate dislike to Torres. There was no logical reason for Bucky to be so cold to him but he couldn’t help it. Torres reminded him of the person he used to be; young, charming, friendly, easy-going... just your regular go-to guy.

Now he didn’t know who he was anymore.

Bucky was jerked out of his thoughts by the sound of a door banging open against a wall, followed by the sound of booted feet tramping across the open base. The sounds caught everyone’s attention, even Torres finally looked up from his paperwork.

They both frowned as they watched you flounce toward the only person in the room who wasn’t looking at you.

You looked absolutely dishevelled, as if you’d gotten dressed in a hurry; oversized black cargo pants, an askew tank top that revealed a white sports bra, and one boot. Still you carried yourself with confidence and authority despite the very obvious limp.

“What the hell is that?” you barked, shoving a crumpled piece of paper against the man’s chest. He had seen you but pretended not to. Instead he took his time to acknowledge your presence. You straightened your spine and lifted your head. You looked ready to explode.

“New orders,” he said. “Effective immediately.”

“He has no authority over me.”

“He’s Captain America. Now, suit up. They’re waiting for you.”

You looked down at the tactical Kevlar suit in your clenched fist and scoffed. “Tell Walker I’m not going to follow him around in a skin tight suit. I’m out.” You threw the suit in his face and stormed back to the locker room, still limping.

“I’m not his secretary, tell him yourself,” the man shouted to your retreating back

“I don’t care.”

The door closed behind you with a bang that echoed through the base. The room was silent for a moment before everyone went back to work. Torres let out a sound halfway between a whistle and a sigh and Bucky glared at him.

“’Don’t think I’d like to be on the receiving end of that,” Torres said with a friendly smile. “I’m thinking either water or fire sign, uh?” The deadpan look on Bucky’s face was enough to make Torres uncomfortable. “Yeah, never mind. I’ll go get Sam.”

“Yeah, you do that.”

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Bucky muttered a quiet thank you in German before hanging up and pocketing his phone. After Baltimore, he knew that tracking down the people responsible for the new super soldier serum would require Zemo’s help.

Now that the correctional facility had agreed to let them talk to Zemo, he needed a plan to break him out of prison. Planning wasn’t his forte. He had vague memories of HYDRA higher-ups giving him orders and telling him about escape routes.

He had less than twenty four hours to come up with a plan that wouldn’t blow up in his face. On top of that, his actions would definitely put a strain on his relationship with Wakanda.

It was a necessary evil, a means to an end. Zemo wasn’t just obsessed with HYDRA, he also had connections with very shady people.

Bucky started climbing the steps to his apartment when something caught his eye. You were sitting on the floor with your knees pulled up to your chest, your arms wrapped around a shoe box. Reflexively, he looked around but there weren’t a lot of people in the street at –he glanced at his watch- 3:47 in the morning.

“Shit,” he mumbled to himself.

You looked up when you heard footsteps coming up the stairs, a bright streetlight illuminating your features. You looked guarded and apprehensive as he stepped out of the shadows. Bucky frowned under your scrutiny.

He paused on the landing, keys in hand, ready to use them as a weapon if needed. He stared at you; your eyes were swollen and bloodshot, dried tear tracks streaking your cheeks.

You wiped your nose with your sleeve and looked away.

“I’ve seen you before,” he said. “At the base. You were yelling at someone. You only had one shoe on.”

“Sounds like me.”

You sniffed and got to your feet as he approached. He jutted his chin toward the box cradled against your chest, wordlessly asking for elaboration. You swallowed hard and opened the lid, showing him the logo on the manila folder.

A fucking red skull with six fucking tentacles.

Bucky gave you an exasperated look and sighed, moving past you to open his front door. You followed after him and closed the door behind you. He removed his jacket and tossed it haphazardly over an armchair.

“What’s your name?”

“It’s classified.”

He threw you another exasperated look as he grabbed a bottle of beer out of the fridge. He uncapped the bottle using his vibranium hand and took a swig. A little harmless show of strength. He watched you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“Well, Classified, you can speak freely here,” he said, leaning against the fridge. “Though I’m sure you already know that.”

“I know you destroyed the listening devices,” you confirmed. “Those were expensive by the way.”

“I’ll write you a check.”

You snorted, though you tried to hide it.

He eyed you up and down, trying to figure you out. You didn’t look threatening, but maybe that was the point. Not a lot of men came home at the crack of dawn to find a pretty girl on their doorstep. The tears were a nice touch, added sympathy and vulnerability.

He wondered how many knives you were hiding under your jacket.

You took a cautious step in his direction, your eyes never leaving his, and set the shoe box down on the kitchen counter. He watched you take a step back, your expression neutral and your body language unthreatening.

Without taking his eyes off you, he sent the lid crashing to the floor and reached inside the box. He pulled out three hefty Manila folders, slapping them on the counter.

“There’s more,” you said quietly, wrapping your arms around yourself.

He glared at you, then pulled the box closer. Inside there were three VHS tapes, no labels, no protection cases. He took one an examined it.

“What is it?” When you didn’t answer, he raised his eyes to you. “What’s on ‘em?”

You tightened your arms around yourself and took a hasty step back, almost tripping over your own feet. You made a sound, something between a sob and gasp, and collapsed into the armchair.

It took you a few minutes to pull yourself together; you were so tired, so emotionally drained. You rubbed your hands over your eyes and massaged your temple distractedly. The throbbing pain behind your eyes was unbearable. You wanted to sink into the armchair and fall asleep.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option.

“Those are videos of HYDRA turning you into the Winter Soldier,” you finally said, your voice so quiet he almost didn’t hear you. You glanced sideways at him, unable to meet his eye but still trying to gauge his reaction.

“Where did you find ‘em?”

“I can’t tell you.”

The silence that followed only lasted a second before Bucky stomped over to where you were sitting and grasped your arm painfully, forcing you to your feet.

You recoiled and tried to pry your arm free but he tightened his grip and shoved you against the wall. He invaded your personal space, his nose almost touching yours. You hit your head on the wall trying to put some distance between you.

“Don’t play games with me, Classified,” he snarled, his nostrils flaring.

“I’m not,” you replied assuredly, locking eyes with him. His gaze was intense and probing, you tried not to show your discomfort.

“No?” he asked condescendingly. “Then answer me this. What’s a special agent doing at my apartment in the middle of the night with her little box of horrors?”

“I thought you deserved to destroy these tapes yourself.”

Your words left him speechless. He loosened his grip on your arm but did not let go. You pushed him away and put some distance between you. It was easier to think now that you could no longer feel his breath on your skin.

You stood in the middle of his living room, your arms wrapped protectively around yourself.

God, you wanted to cry. Not because he had hurt you; you were an agent, a sore arm was nothing, but because watching these videos had made you physically sick.

You had watched hours’ worth of footage of him being tortured, manipulated, brainwashed into an emotionless killing machine. It would remain forever etched in your memory.

You refused to cry in front of Bucky Barnes, though. It was embarrassing enough that he could tell you had been crying.

“What I saw-” You cleared your throat to get rid of the lump that had formed. “What I saw was so barbaric, so cruel,” you trailed off, aggressively wiping your nose with the back of your hand. You turned to him, your eyes shining with unshed tears, and pointed to your ear. “I can still hear your screams in my head... like... like a distorted noise playing on a loop.”

Bucky looked down at the floor, his expression guarded, slightly hostile, though when he finally met your gaze, his eyes were softer this time.

“If it were me on those tapes, I would like to destroy them myself,” you spoke in a gentle but firm tone. “That’s why I came here. I understand why you’re angry, I would be too. I wasn’t thinking clearly, I’m sorry. We don’t know each other and you... you have a lot on your plate.”

He sagged back against the wall, physically and emotionally exhausted. He processed your words in silence, his eyes assessing your expression, gauging you. He exhaled loudly and ran a hand through his hair.

“No harm done, Classified.”

You snorted. “Yeah, I don’t like that nickname.”

You exchanged tight-lipped smiles and a curt nod before you took a step toward the front door. Bucky saw you pause. You looked over your shoulder, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. He could see the conflict raging behind your eyes.

You crossed the room, stopped directly in front of him, and reached up to touch his cheek. He held your gaze, his eyes dark, intense. He was suddenly taken aback by your features; your eyes were so expressive, your lips so oddly tempting. Your eyes were sad and afraid, like they held a terrible secret.

Those videos had messed you up real good. It was written all over your face. You had heard and seen him being torn apart and put back together like a jigsaw puzzle; forcing together pieces that don’t fit because they have to go somewhere.

You ran the pad of your thumb over his bristled cheek. “You’re alive.”

You were gone before he could blink.

Part 2

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star-archer · 2 years

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No Exit [Chapter Five]

Pairing: Post FatWS!Bucky x amnesiac!Reader

Chapter Word Count: 2564

Warnings: violence and gore, memory loss, angst, brief mentions of drug abuse, weapons, torture, sexual content.

A/N: Finally learning some more about our reader character. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. Thanks, as always, for reading xo

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The handle to the janitor’s closet had seen better days, but Bucky was in, holding a flashlight while Dorian peaked at the fusebox to decide whether or not they could get it back up and running before the cold got in. When they entered the tiny room, they found a backup generator that looked like it hadn’t been surfaced in as many years as Bucky was under Hydra’s command, so it hadn’t even attempted to kick in and do its job.

The entire closet was stacked with things that screamed fire-hazard, and Bucky wondered exactly how often this lookout was actually looked out. The interior of the building seemed aesthetically updated, but clearly the practices were put on the back burner. Bucky hoped the storm was the cause of the outage and not the mysterious machine in the lot, but there was really no way to be certain.

Dorian hadn’t come to any conclusions, and the wiring wasn’t something Bucky felt the need to fuck with. If he could keep an eye on all the strangers in the lobby, maybe that’d be his best option. He just kept telling himself to make it through the night.

The power had gone out at the opportune time, right as Bucky felt himself shutting down, processing your pain alongside his own. He tried to hold the panic back, but it clawed at his chest like it always had. The Wakandans helped him find peace, Sam taught him how to harness it, but in surprise instances like these, it was hard to keep his head.

When they returned to the lobby, Bucky watched the flashlight from Kenneth and Murphy’s phones as they walked side-by-side toward the restrooms. He grumbled under his breath that he hadn’t given them permission, but the two chuckleheads hadn’t really given him reason to mistrust them. He sighed and ran a tired hand over his face. He was exhausted.

His heightened senses were even higher in the darkness. He could hear the crinkle of blankets and every word whispered between a worried married couple. He could hear the scuffing of boots against tile and the long stream of piss in the restroom. He could smell stale whisky in plastic cups and dried blood. He could feel the steady, yet soft pull of magnetism from the device in the back of the truck.

Bucky glanced around for your hunched frame, the sweet smell of cola. You weren’t in your cot, and your borrowed socks wouldn’t have left wet footprints. But he did make out the creak of plexiglass and turned toward the sound.

You were stood just over the ledge, a silhouette against a backdrop of dusty white. Bucky’s stomach plummeted with his approach, and he tried to keep his gaze on you instead of outward, or downward. He stopped a few feet back, made sure his footsteps squeaked as to not frighten you.

“You should get some rest,” he offered, feeling your scoffed response in his old bones. He smiled, scratched at the back of his neck. “You alright?”

You craned to look at him over your shoulder, nodded for him to come closer.

He took a glance at the ground, swallowed, before inching to stand beside you, both of his own feet firmly on the tile. He pulled you with a ginger hand to your elbow, back a few paces. You turned to him with an expression of worry he could just make out in the shadows.

“I’ve been trying to figure it out, trying to remember, but it’s like there’s this wall.” You muttered.

Bucky nodded. “You’ll get through it eventually. More things will trigger it. I learned a lot about my past in my sleep.” God, he didn’t hope that for you, the toss and turn for endless nights awake, praying for peaceful sleep, a black slate without the back end of a gun, the spray of blood, the agonizing screams of his victims.

“Do you really think we’re safe here? With that thing looming outside?” You gestured to the front hall, hugging your arms tighter around yourself. “I can feel it. It’s this whir. It makes my skin crawl.”

“I know. But I’m here. I’ll be here beside you all night. Nothing’s going to happen.” He’d heard the words himself, offered too many times from best friends, people that he depended on, people he’d thought he’d burdened.

“Do you think I hurt people?”

It was hard to imagine. You were so closed off, so beaten and broken, but he was sure he looked the same, for a time. Hunched shoulders, crazed eyes, shaking palms. He watched in the dark as your fists clenched and released, trying to dull the ache from a bandaged wrist.

“No,” he confirmed, matter-of-fact. You were shady, sure, but he’d seen worse. He’d known worse. Evil was something he could smell, the taste of iron and deceit, the screams of his victims.

He hadn’t realized he’d been clenching and releasing his own fist until your light touch startled him. Lithe fingers on his wrist, a jolt of nerve endings that tickled the base of his neck. He hadn’t felt softness like that in ages, the trickle of fingertips against his open palm. You locked your fingers between his own, gave him a feeble squeeze.

“Thank you.”

A warmth radiated off you, and he turned to watch your profile, pale against the reflection of snow from outside. You were looking at him too, and when you made eye contact, a soft chuckle spilled from your lips.

“What?” Bucky frowned.

You shook your head. “I just um… I wanted to apologize for kissing you earlier, in the bathroom. I wouldn’t normally um… Just thanks for going with it, I guess.”

He smiled at that, watched the shadow of your lips curl upward in response. “It was my pleasure. Haven’t gotten that kind of attention from a pretty dame in a while.”

You snorted. “‘Dame’? You really are a hundred years old.”

“A hundred-seven.” He corrected.

You laughed at that, a beautiful sound that seemed to slip from your lips unhindered, head tossed back in the moonlight. It sparked something in him, this terrifying thing that didn’t often rear its head in an old ex-assassin, this need to see more. He wanted to pull laughs from you, to watch your shoulders relax, to see your forehead unburdened by that crease. He felt the weight of your hand in his and wanted to dispel weight from your soul, and he felt himself chuckle too.

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Bucky Barnes really thought you’d get a wink of sleep. He encouraged it, propped himself upright directly at the feet of your cot, and scolded you with graveled tones at each and every protest. Finally, you pretended, closed eyes tucked under an oversized hood until you thought he’d be satisfied, and then you proceeded to peer out across the lobby in the snow-sunk parking lot. You could still feel the whir, a dull chatter in your molars.

Kenneth and Murphy slept head-to-head too close to the windows, blocking your direct line of sight from this angle. You were hopeful the truck wouldn’t sprout legs and run straight through the panes at you, but at this point in your life, you weren’t entirely positive that couldn’t happen.

Each time you closed your eyes, you could imagine the blue light, tried to hone in on it, tried to remember anything else, to fight past the muscle strain. You thought of Bucky’s words, about how he remembered things in his sleep, and if your body wasn’t in a constant state of panic, you might be able to try.

You rolled over to stare at the exposed plumbing on the ceiling. Massive beams cut from massive trees, probably in the surrounding area, held up every fiber of steel and glass that surrounded you, the small barriers protecting you from the prison outside. Or rather, trading one cell for another, you supposed. You sighed and rubbed at exhausted eyes. They stung under the salt of your fingertips.

You heard various groans around the room, the shifting of cots that came after yours, and guilt sunk through you at waking your comrades. You paused to listen for Dorian’s snores to start up again and froze when you felt soft fingertips at your ankle. A warm hand bristled your stubbled legs, and you pushed yourself up on your elbows to look at Bucky. He remained at your feet, but leaned forward over your lower half to gauge your expression. His own eyebrows were stitched with concern.

“You good?” He asked, a low growl that sent a chill down your spine. In delight or fear, you didn’t know. Probably a bit of both.

You nodded and whispered. “Can’t sleep.”

You wished you could see the blue of his eyes, now cast grey in the shadows. Even the red neon of the vending machine was better than this teeth-chattering nothing. It was cold, the wind whipping at trees and through the valley outside. It had seeped beneath the cracks in the doors. And somehow, Bucky Barnes, that beacon of life you wanted to cling to, ruminated heat from above you.

“Try,” he grumbled.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, glanced around to the fellow campers, listened for their snores, before you turned back to Bucky. “Too cold.” You whispered, and scooted in place to offer him room to warm you.

You knew it was silly. It wasn’t exactly the time or place for canoodling, especially with a strange man who had apparently saved the entire Universe. But you felt safe with him, much safer knowing he was there. Like his presence dulled the whir, quieted the panic that sunk between your ribs, warmed the chill tingling your spine just at the base of your neck.

He hesitated, surveyed the room as you had. Then, he slowly inched up your legs to the curl of your abdomen. He didn’t lay beside you, as you had hoped, but his arms reached to fluff the sweatshirt around you, and his hand met your temple to brush hair from your cheek.

You closed your eyes and nosed into his palm. He froze at the touch, but cupped your cheek and wiped crust from your upper lip with a calloused thumb. He smelled of rest area hand soap and toothpaste, but something lingered under it all that reminded you of history since lost. Something about a rocking chair and your grandmother, the crunch of shattered glass beneath your feet, being carried - kicking and screaming - out of a shag carpeted living room and into the back of a van, the whirring.

You gasped, eyes wide to the darkness, and sat straight up. The two of you would have bonked if his reflexes weren’t so quick, and he managed to snap your good wrist midair. You hadn’t realized you’d thrown it.

“What was that?��

“I remembered something.” You breathed, gaze shifting from him to your restful cell mates, to the truck outside, the whirring gone straight to the back of your head, full volume.

“Okay?” Bucky drew your palm to his chest and you felt the rise and fall of his sternum, a steady heartbeat underneath.

You tried to stay with it, to push the whirring away and replace it with the heartbeat, the steady rhythm, like a metronome atop a piano. Like the one at Nana’s. The keys were battered, covered in broken glass. Your fingers bled where they’d be slashed.

You gasped, peering through the darkness to try to focus on your hands, see if you could find scars. Bucky’s other hand reached for your chin, tilted you up to meet his gaze. He took a deep breath in, and out, nodding his head with the motion. He was trying to calm you down.

“My Nana,” you whispered, the tremor in your own voice surprising you. “I was at her house, playing piano. Something happened and there was glass… everywhere.”

“Okay,” Bucky nodded, wiping your upper lip with his thumb once more.

“I think I…” You swallowed around the fear, something deep inside, the whirring was a warning. You hurt someone, maybe many someone’s. You couldn’t be sure, but you knew. The glass, the cuts on your hands, the blood staining the shag carpet.

Before you could admit the worst, a commotion from across the room bolted Bucky upright, and you felt your cot be nudged a few inches further behind him.

“Alright, mate? Back to your cuddles, I’m just off for the loo.” A groggy Murphy excused the two of you with a wave and a yawn. He illuminated his phone torch and pandered off for the restrooms.

Tasting iron at the crease of your mouth, you wiped blood with the back of your injured hand and tried to center yourself again. You were at the Timber Crest Lookout and Visitor’s Center. The power was out. A cold had seeped through the cracks in the doors. A Middle Aged couple slept on tandem cots a few feet behind you. A young man slept a few feet in front of you. And you were protected by Bucky Barnes, a super soldier.

He turned on his heel and knelt to your level. “Can you remember anything else?”

Could you? Did you want to? His face was darkened by shadows, just the crease of chiseled cheekbones and the cupid’s bow of his lips, the down slope of his nose. If he knew you hurt someone, would he give you as much care? As much kindness? If you knew you hurt someone, would you be able to forgive yourself? Maybe you didn’t want to remember.

You chewed at the inside of your cheek and shook your head. Bucky grasped your neck in one large hand, and he placed his forehead to yours. You allowed your eyes to slide close, and you tried your damndest not to breathe him in.

After a few agonizing moments, he released you. “Go to sleep.”

Pulling away felt like sucking the air from your lungs, air you didn’t think you’d ever breathe again, an opportunity you knew you couldn’t have, not if you were the monster your gut was telling you you were. You brought your hands to his face and pulled him in for a kiss. He tasted of toothpaste and cola and blood from your nose, and you nearly knocked him off balance, but he caught himself on your cot. And when you pulled apart, you could feel his smile against your lips. His nose nuzzled your own.

“What was that one for?” His voice husked, catching air in your throat and sending sparks through your body.

“Because I wanted to.” You whispered.

He let out a low groan and tilted his head in for another sweet, sweet kiss.

“Well isn’t that nice?” A voice called out from behind the two of you. Bucky pulled away, and just beyond him you found the smug smile of your English friend. He towered over you, nearly blocking out the windows beyond. Then, you watched him lift a bright, blue light. Your eyes had barely adjusted as you watched the device slam down, and Bucky fell to the ground in a series of spasms, his body engulfed in vibrant blue electricity. “Sorry to have to kill your boyfriend, love. But we’ll need you to come with us.”

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