#feel free to message me anytime if you want to know about bucky and/or wanna plot!

[thecoldremembers]

@moonwoken asked for a short starter!

“Lady, you might wanna clear out. Things are about to get real ugly around here in a sec.”

#moonwoken #i think i'm gonna go with missy if that's alright! #just cuz there's SO MUCH potential for interesting storytelling there #feel free to message me anytime if you want to know about bucky and/or wanna plot!

[mickey-henry]

𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: bucky’s been flirting with you, but hasn’t taken it further than that. frustrated, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: occasional swearing (but not much) and frustrating flirting (I’d be melting if it was happening to me). besides that, this fic is pure fluffy fun.

author’s note: hello there! this is my second fic; I’m very excited to post it! I found the header image here, and if you want to listen to the song I reference in this fic, you can listen here. bold text indicates singing, while italicized text refers to inner thoughts. likes, reblogs, messages, replies, and comments are cherished! I hope you like it! 💖

Bucky Barnes is an acquaintance at best. The two of you rarely work together, and with conflicting schedules, you see little of each other around the compound. On a random Friday in April, however, something changes in you. The moment is nothing out of the ordinary. You’re sitting on the couch in the main living space, re-reading one of your favorite books. Bucky has just returned from a mission; you glance up to see his exhausted expression. He catches your eye, winking with a smile, before walking to his room. Your heart flutters and your head freezes at the response. “Oh, no,” you think to yourself. “Maybe that was a one-time thing? I don’t actually like him, right?” Wrong. 

Ever since that night, the mere presence of Bucky Barnes drives you crazy: his stunning blue eyes that squint ever so slightly when he smiles, his adorable nose that crinkles when he laughs, his pillowy lips that you lose yourself in, his  fluffy hair you can’t help but imagine running your fingers through, his scruff speckled jawline that you wish would brush along your hands, cheeks, anywhere really. He occupies your dreams; you can’t escape this man even if you try. Today, he drives you crazier than usual. He stands in the compound's kitchen in a tight black t-shirt, one that leaves nothing to the imagination. This is the first time you’ve seen him in short sleeves, in anything other than tactical gear. You can’t help but stare as he prepares his lunch. The shirt hugs his frame tight, accentuating his biceps that had no right to be that big. “Gosh, he must spend hours in the gym to look like that.” You then notice the vein in his right arm protruding from his skin, tracing it with your eyes. You didn’t think he could become any more beautiful, but here he is before you, incredible as ever. 

You’re pulled from your reverie when Bucky calls your name. “Yeah?” you reply, barely masking the startled stutter in your voice.

“Pass me the salt?”

“Oh! Sure, of course,” you muster, taking a sip of water from the glass in front of you as you hand him the salt shaker. 

“Thanks, doll,” he flirts with a smile, the same one he gave you that night when he got back to the compound. You nearly choke. “Bucky Barnes called me a term of endearment?!? Holy shit.” Your heart swells and you look down at your glass in a desperate attempt to hide the blush creeping its way across your cheeks. “Goodness gracious, I respond this way from a simple word?” You couldn’t imagine how you’d feel if he touched you. 

It didn’t take long to find out. The following day, you stand in the kitchen prepping your lunch, singing softly along to the song playing from your phone. Bucky appears soon after. He stands close to you for a moment, closer than necessary, but of course you don’t mind. He has just showered; his cologne lingers in the air, intoxicating you. Somehow, you keep singing along, showing no sign that your mind is elsewhere. 

“Ugh, he smells amazing. This man has too much power over me; this is ridiculous! I don’t even remember what I was doing—”

“You have a beautiful voice,” he compliments.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you softly reply, your heart racing at his praise.

“Let me get by you real fast, doll,” he says, moving to walk behind you. 

“There he goes again with the pet name. My god, could this get any worse—” 

He places his hands gently on your hips as he moves beside you. Electricity travels through your whole body; you’re internally screaming at his touch. His hands feel better than you imagined. Even though the contact lasts only a moment, the effects of his touch linger after, leaving you speechless. 

You hear a musical chuckle from the man behind you. “Is he teasing me? It sure feels like it,” you wonder. There is no way that he can’t see the effect he has on you. Before you can even formulate another thought, he touches you again as he moves back to the other side of you. “That was definitely on purpose; certainly he wouldn’t do this by accident. Right?”

Your eyes linger as he finishes putting together his lunch. He catches your gaze and smiles. “See you later, sweetheart,” he says with a wink before leaving the room. “Okay, that answers my question; that was very intentional. What am I going to do with myself?”

You don’t know how much longer you can take his teasing. Throughout the week, he ups his antics, calling you pet names more than your own, stealing touches whenever he can get away with it, smiling whenever you make eye contact. The tension is insatiable; thoughts of Bucky follow you everywhere. You decide to take matters in your own hands; Bucky did not seem to be planning to make a move anytime soon. If he is going to tease the hell out of you, you might as well get some payback. 

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Tony’s announcement of Friday night karaoke gives you a wicked idea. However, for it to work, you need to recruit help. You know just who to ask. It doesn’t take long to find Sam and Steve; they spent a ton of their free time sparring in the gym. They seem to be at the end of their workout, their movements slow and sloppy, relying on witty retorts to throw off the other. They stop when they notice your arrival. 

“Hey!” Sam says with a smile, hugging you as you approach. You squeeze him tightly, even with his sticky sweat coating his arms. You greet Steve with a hug too.

“What brings you to our neck of the woods?” Steve asks as you let go.

“Can I ask you guys something? And you promise you two won’t laugh at me? Especially if I'm reading this wrong?”

“Of course,” answers Steve. 

“Yeah, for sure,” replies Sam. 

You hesitate for a second, taking a deep breath. “Does Bucky like me? I swear he does. He keeps teasing me, and I don’t know how much longer I can take it. I think I am practically in love with the guy at this point, he’s so beautiful and—”

You stop as the boys exchange glances and begin laughing. 

You cross your arms, hurt. “You said you wouldn’t laugh at me! I can’t control how I feel.”

“No! Wait! We aren’t laughing at you!” Steve says between giggles. 

You furrow your brows. “Then why are you laughing?”

“Bucky’s obsessed with you,” Steve answers after calming his laughter. 

“God, yes, you’re all he talks about nowadays,” Sam adds. 

“What?! He does? Why? Are you shitting me right now? Because that would be really freaking mean—“

“No! Of course not,” Steve insists. “Don’t you see the way he looks at you?”

“And the pet names he gives you?” Sam adds.

“And how he can’t seem to keep his hands to himself lately?” Steve finishes. 

Now you feel stupid for even asking. Of course you noticed all of those things. They were all you ever thought about. “Well, yeah, but maybe he does that with all the girls.”

“What girls?” Sam retorted. “The only women who are here often enough to cross paths with him are you, Natasha, and Wanda. Wanda’s with Vision, as weird as that is, but love is love. Natasha shoots daggers at anyone who looks at her with love in their eyes. That leaves you.”

“Why in the world would he like me? Of all people? He’s out of my league,” you sigh,

Sam’s scoff pulls you from your thoughts. “Bucky? Out of your league? He’s a crazy ex-assassin with emotional issues! If anything, he's out of your league.”

“You’re a catch, why wouldn’t he like you?” Steve assures.

Steve and Sam always know just what to say to make you feel better. “I guess you’re right,” you admit with a defeated grin. 

“So, you know how Bucky feels. What are you going to do about it?” Steve asks. 

“I have an idea, but I need your help.”

“We’re listening.”

You divulge your plan to them. They smile, hyping you up. 

“Dude, I’m so down!” Sam exclaims, clapping his hands in excitement. 

“You think this will work?”

“Definitely,” Steve assures. “This is going to be amazing!”

“Okay then, we’re doing this. Let’s go find Bucky. Time to initiate phase one.”

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Bucky is sitting on the common room couch, flipping through a book when he sees you, Sam, and Steve enter. He exchanges a glance with you, smiling as your eyes light up. The three of you sit down. You’re sitting next to Sam, closer than usual. There’s a brief moment of silence before you speak. “Sam, are you going to karaoke night?”

“Of course! Wouldn’t miss everyone’s drunk-ass singing for the world.”

“Will you be my duet partner?”

This catches Bucky’s attention. He looks up from his book. Why the hell were you asking Sam to sing with you? You normally ask the girls...

“Sure thing, baby. It’ll be a ton of fun!” Sam smiles. 

Baby?! What?! How dare he call you a pet name, his girl, right in front of him? Well, you may not be his girl yet, but Sam knows how he feels about you. What the hell is he thinking?

“Yay! This’ll be so fun!” You hug him, grabbing his hand before continuing, “Wanna practice with me in a bit?”

“Find me when you’re ready, sweetheart,” Sam answers, kissing your knuckle before letting go of your hand. 

Sweetheart?! What the fuck was going on? Did he miss his shot? Would Sam really do that to him? Bucky can barely handle his swirling thoughts. He storms out of the room without looking back. 

Steve can’t help but laugh once Bucky is out of earshot. “That worked a little too well, wouldn’t you say so?”

“That wasn’t too far, was it?” you ask with a worried expression on your face. 

“Nah, don’t worry about it. He’ll just come on even stronger now. He won’t give up on you that easily,” Sam assures you. 

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Bucky can barely contain his anger as you step on the stage with Sam, giggling and smiling at your karaoke partner. Jealousy engulfs him. He can barely listen to the start of the song, ignoring the catchy beat blasting through the speakers. He doesn’t recognize the song, but looks up from his drink when you sing, “Hey Bucky boy, what you doing tonight? I wanna see what you got in store."

He looks right at you. Did she just say Bucky?

Sam echoes, “Hey, hey Bucky!” Well, that answers his question.

“You're giving it your all when you're dancing on me. I want to see if you can give me some more,” you continue, twirling your fingers through your hair.

“Hey, hey Bucky!”

“You can be my man, I can be your girl, and we can pump this jam however you want,” you sing, swaying your hips to the cadence of the lyrics.

“Hey, hey Bucky!”

“Pump it from the side, pump it upside down, or we can pump it from the back and the front,” you wink as you finish the line. Bucky sits up suddenly, crossing his legs, his face turning beet red. You smile, knowing the plan was working. Steve laughs from beside him. He keeps his eyes glued on you as the two of you continue the song, utterly entranced. You look him right in the eye as you end the song, “I want you tonight.”

You saunter over to where he is sitting after high-fiving Sam, confidence filling your chest. “So, what did you think of my performance, Bucky?”

You yelp as he grabs your hips and pulls you down to sit on his lap. His voice deepens, “you’re such a tease, you know that right?”

You laugh. “I’m the tease? Really? You’re the one who just pulled me onto your lap and taunts me with flirtatious remarks and smiles all freaking day. My god Bucky, make a move already—”

He cuts you off, pulling you in for a kiss, his flesh arm grabbing the back of your neck. The team whoops and cheers. 

“Glad you finally made a move, Bucky,” you pant as your lips part from his.

“Best decision I ever made in my life, doll.” Before you can respond, he kisses you again, the karaoke bar fading in the background as you finally embrace the man of your dreams.

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[hauntedelation]

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

Pics from Google, I do not own.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — He was a patient man most days. You liked to test him and his unpredictable tolerance. One day Bucky presents you a small token to jog your memory of just the kind of man he is.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — Black Female Reader x Mob!Bucky Barnes, Black Female Reader x Peter Parker (platonic)

𝐀/𝐍 — I was partially afraid to post this one, I don’t know why but I hope anyone who reads likes it! I was thirsty for something like this and couldn’t let it go. The title is from a Weeknd song. Though, his song Tell Your Friends definitely fits Mob!Bucky’s vibes more. I thought of that while writing this.

(I included Russian speech in this, since it was a hc between me and my friend about this Bucky. I tried my best to review each translation so that the meaning fit. If it doesn’t look right please, feel free to correct me! At the top of the fic is a rough translation)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 7.4k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — smut (18+ please), oral (male receiving), fingering, pussy slaps, exhibitionism, humiliation and punishment, dacryphilia, anal play, praise kink, age difference (reader is early 20s, Bucky is late 30s), power imbalance, possessive behavior, manipulation, alcohol consumption, mentions of Bucky losing sleep, jealousy, Bucky is mean here, slight dubcon just to be sure, mentions of guns 

Here is my masterlist if you enjoyed ♡

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Мой ангел - My angel, Ты такая красивая - You’re so beautiful, Yспокойся - Relax/calm down.

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James insisted that you bring yourself over to his house today, for the man 'needed to see you.' 

 He gave the six-digit code to the front gate a long time ago. However, anytime you were at his place, the entryway was already taken care of.

 So you couldn't exactly remember the code arrangement. You asked him again an hour after he sent that text, swiftly throwing in a "Maybe, I'll think about it," because the man got on your very last nerve a week before.

 He wrote to you apprising, "Sweet Angel, you can't be wearing the clothes that you do in front of my associates." You remember the scoff you gave the instant you viewed the message.

 "You are my girl, you know that? I don't wanna have to remind you."

 You read and reread what he typed out. Each time his voice sounded louder in your ear like he was right there speaking it. Bucky wasn't wanting a further discussion, and he wasn't allowing a fight. 

 A pout was embedded on your face as you sat in your apartment, thinking it over.

 James was a possessive man with you, incredibly so when it came to strangers or his friends. And you understood that. You held your respect for him, never forgetting everything he sacrificed for you. His time, his vulnerability. 

 You were the one with the keys to everything, and you were starting to slip

 There was a flirt inside you that you couldn't ever help. Maybe that's how you've always been, or maybe it was how young and untamed you were. Either way, Bucky didn't seem too keen on getting used to it anytime soon. 

 You loved talking with people, it didn't matter what the topic was about or who it was with. You conversed and you charmed. You noticed the way certain people responded, how could you not take a liking to it?

 Yeah, the older man appreciated it, he was proud to see how good you were with all the people at those parties. Something about it rubbed him slightly too much in the wrong way.

 It was all friendly, how couldn't he see that? 

 You liked the way Tony and Sam had to avert their eyes whenever you passed by. Even with Steve, Bucky's best friend and one of the most prudish men you had ever met. 

 Whenever the blonde stumbled over his words, hesitantly eyeing your body in one of your sundresses, a thrum of gratification coursed through your limbs. You had pride in your beauty, embracing your flaws along with anything else. There didn't seem to be much sense in dampening it.

 At the end of the day, you knew where your loyalties lay. The stoic old man with the shiny prosthetic, forever that dreamy look to his handsome features; he had your heart in his worn hands.

 Yet, you weren't in the mood to listen today, certainly not in the mood to change yourself. That pride you had inside you burned too bright, and you didn't mind testing him today. 

 Bucky lived far from where you did, away from the city and away from any neighbors. The stretching driveway was off a dirt road from a two-lane highway. 

 You packed the thinnest sliver of clothing that was classified as a bikini and sent him a message noting that you were on your way.

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 Where his house resided was pretty. He took care of a garden in the front, liked to have flowers planted elaborately, and a place for a small pond. He mentioned one day how keen he was on koi fish. You would feed them together now and again.

 He owned the land in the back, and it stretched as far as the eye could see. Every inch of grass was clipped to perfection. He had trees towering clear to the roof of his house, which provided some shade to parts of the area. 

 The silence of the wilderness covered you when entering his domain. Buck appreciated the beauty of privacy, but Christ did it take a long drive over. He tried convincing you to stay closer, but you were headstrong. You had to be close to campus.

 The man was nowhere to be seen by the time you arrived at his backyard. And you hadn't thought much of it. At eleven o'clock in the morning, the sun and the heat were beating down heavily on your skin. You were thankful you decided to tie your braids back from your neck.

 His usual men stood their guard on the perimeter of his property. At the sight of your car, they hadn't paid you any mind. Two you could see were posted at each corner, high up on the metal structures. 

 Each one brandished assault rifles in their hands and sunglasses on their faces. 

 Three, who you recognized from the usual visits to Barnes' home, had been assigned by the pool. They were around your age, with just enough experience under their belt to qualify for that job. The boys were polite, always were when you were around.

  Especially, Peter, he was one you had become the most acquainted with in the passing months. It was really due to him being closest to your age. 

 He was cute, nothing you wanted to deny. Peter had a nice head of chestnut-colored hair, and dark, dark brown eyes. 

 You kept that bond friendly, no sense in pushing things further when they didn't need to. He wasn't one who made inappropriate advances. He was there for you when you sought out someone to vent about this fast lifestyle.

 Bucky? No, he didn't require any of the guards to be so close. The man didn't need any of them. He was very active with his career, never slipping or softening on those skills he honed all those years. 

 You suppose he did it for you, to be able to let some of his stress go. He couldn't enjoy the time he had with his girl if he was worried about outside threats most of the time. 

 When he was around, he wanted to give you his full attention.

 After shouldering your tote full of items, you unlocked the iron gate and made your way to one of the tables. The pool was uncovered, the water an inviting blue, and the surface calm. Its body expands much of the length of the backyard patio space.

 Bucky had white lounge chairs surrounding each stone dining table. A small vase of carnations decorated the surface of each structure. At the one closest to the back door, you decided to set your bag down.

 You acknowledged the three guards and raised a hand to wave to Peter. The other young man remained stiff, handgun strapped to their hip and spine straighter than an arrow. But you caught the tip to Peter's head, the smile on his lips. 

 His clothing, along with the other men, was different from what was normally worn. No pressed suits, no constricting ties.

 Today, everyone wore combat shorts and white t-shirts. You were seconds away from opening your mouth, inquiring about why. It doesn't take you long, a small smile graces your lips and you resume unpacking. 

 You begged and begged James to cut his men some slack while at his home. It was getting hotter out, you hated seeing them cook in the sun. 

 'Let them wear something more comfortable. They can't focus if they are dying in the heat. It'd help with productivity anyway.' Bucky wouldn’t pay you any mind about that, he knew his men were trained rigorously for those kinds of conditions.

 He seemed to be feeling generous now, you reflected.

 It took no time to get yourself situated, your cover-up was abandoned almost immediately. And you were itching to do so. Beads of sweat and the fabric had begun to stick to your skin uncomfortably. 

 You laid a beach towel over the lounge chair, the drag of its legs on the pavement echoed through the empty yard. You shuffled it until it was in the sun rays, adjusting the back to lay flat. 

 In your bag, you had left your cell phone, your change of clothes and water. You gathered a book you had been meaning to start in your hands and brushed over the spine of it.

 Truthfully, you did want to show off what you picked out for today. This was the first time you were wearing this bathing suit, and you loved how it looked on you. Already you could sense multiple pairs of eyes on your skin.

 It would make him say something, you knew that. The article could have been something he bought—you remember picking this one out with a best friend one day. The point was, it didn't matter. When he said something to you he meant it, and...

 Bucky never fucked around when voicing how he felt. You withheld the knots forming in your gut, centering on holding ground in this disagreement and your eyes on the book in your hands.

 The collection of pages were flipped. As you laid on your stomach on the chair, you started to feel like a kid in the library again. 

 The sun provided an adequate amount of light for you to read, and here and there a fresh breeze blew through to cool down your warming skin. In the back, you couldn't hear anything but the birds in the wood. It was perfect, for a little while there you enjoyed the serenity.

 A shadow was cast over your head by the time you reached the first chapter.

 Your brow furrowed, remembering distinctly that it wasn’t forecasted to be a cloud in the sky. It was clear all morning. The book was marked and closed shut. You braced one of your elbows down to hold your torso up, and sat the book on the chair with your other hand.

 You tried to keep your mouth from falling open subsequently gazing upward.

 He was swirling that brown liquid in a crystal glass. Where you would usually find the costly pressed fabric of his suit pants were his bare legs. Hair painted his skin, and muscle bulged through. He had on jet-black shorts with nothing but a pair of shades covering his eyes and a fluffy white towel over his shoulder.

 You weren't conservative when dragging your eyes over his stomach and his chest. The silver chain of his dog tags hung just over his sternum, the metal plates brushing together.

 Bucky hadn't been shaving for most of the past two months. He came to embrace his beard, even with the dash of salt in the brown color. 

 He knew that you liked it, there had to have been dozens of times you looked at him under your lashes, heartening him to grow his facial hair. You liked the light burn that was left on your skin, he liked making you writhe.

 "Where've you been?" You start.

 Bucky uses his vibranium hand to nudge the glasses down the bridge of his nose. The man takes his time answering you. He follows the curve of your back as you laid there, lingering on the swell of your behind and your thighs.

 "Hm..I was busy with things."

 He smiles real pretty at you and you feel your heart spike in your chest. You tell yourself that you're here for a reason and that you aren't going to relent on any of it. James could be persuasive and damned good at it.

 With your head on straight, you could try your own hand at it.

 You hum and don't give him a reply. Your feet kick inattentively as you lean your head in your hand, dropping your eyes to the book cover.

 "What're you reading, pretty girl? Don't think I've seen your head in a book since you were in your classes."

 Your jaw clenches and you push the book out to read the title. You can't remember what the entire synopsis was but it had started to get good before he arrived. 

 "'S about this woman who disappears, kidnaps herself. Her husband is a suspect and starts to get blamed for it."

 He hummed, "Isn't that from a movie we watched?"

 James takes a slow sip of his drink and moves to set it down the glass on the stone table. He folded the towel as well and placed it beside the glass. 

 "Not too long ago. The blonde woman 'n Batman in it?"

 "That's the one," you confirmed.

 When he shifted about, the gold in his arm caught the sunlight just right, twinkling in your eye and almost leaving you mesmerized. You moved the book further away, adjusting your body so that you were sitting upright on your towel.

 James had removed his sunglasses when he put his drink down. And now you were given the part of him that always rendered you weakened.

 Long lashes framed his lids, and had the sun been away he would have noticeably squinted down at you. He was already doing so, rubbing his index and thumb pads together. Your ears picked up the mechanical whir. Those hearts were going in that head of his.

 "Stand up, Princess."

 That same pout comes back to your lips. You can feel your uncertainty cloud over your brain. The moment he laid his hands on your skin you knew everything would change. You didn't want it to. 

 But you missed him.

 He had been busy that week. You recall back the last time you saw him, close to two weeks ago.

 James gave you his hand while you pulled yourself up. And it slipped down until you felt his palm slowly warming your lower back. You maneuvered until you were directly in front of him, basking in the scent of his cologne.

 "C'mere," he groaned wistfully. He urged you closer and secured both his arms around your back and shoulders, mindful of your pulled-back hair.

 His beard brushed against your hairline, palms smoothing up and down your skin. Before you knew it, your body relaxed under his touch; you wound your arms around his broad back.

 "I missed you, my sweet girl," James murmured his thoughts into your temple and laid scratchy kisses where he could. 

 "Been too long, I'm sorry about that."

 "It's okay." Your voice was muted against his chest but the man heard you plainly. Bucky brought his hand to cradle the side of your face and slid his thumb over your cheekbone, brushing the baby hairs close to your ear. 

 He pressed his lips to the space between your brows.

 "You didn't miss me?" Bucky teased.

 "Of course I did, James."

 You moved your head away and got a good look at his face. He wasn't sleeping much, his sunglasses had obscured the dark circles from your view. The hair that Bucky normally kept faded was falling in loose curls over his forehead. His beard grew down his neck, covering his Adam's apple.

 A frown developed over your face. Was he having nightmares again? You bit your tongue from bringing it up, wasn’t the right time. The ache that followed lingered in your chest.

 Bucky still had an arm around your waist, pressing you flush to his body. His metal fingers grasped your jaw and pinched enough that your cheeks bunched together like a misbehaving child. He held you, not forcefully but firm. James was studying you just as much as you were him.

 Much of the weight was on your lips.

 "You still mad at me, Angel?"

 He gave a short squeeze and you felt heat go up to your neck. James' pink tongue outlined his lower lip and disappeared back into his mouth. 

 "N-no, I'm just…" 

 You gently removed your cheeks from his vibranium fingers and held onto the digits.

 "James, it frustrates me when you try to control what I wear. " He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he looked down at you, the sides of his blue eyes wrinkling in amusement. 

 "Oh, Babydoll," he had a blithe expression on his face.

 This made you scowl. 

 "—Buck I'm serious! You can't just say that shit to me and force me to dress how you want."

 You braced your hands on his chest and watched his lips curl further under his beard. He slid a hand down your back and rested it on your ass, groping and kneading the swell of it. You could feel everything, the bottoms of the suit hardly covered your cheeks.

 This distracted you, long enough for the man to wrap his fingers behind the nape of your neck, greedily slotting your lips with his. 

 His facial hair scrubbed at your cheeks, but how plush those lips of his were. They didn't belong on a man like him.

 You knew that the sensation was provoking a grievous amount of tension in your stomach. He moved his mouth against yours earnestly, much so that you didn’t take in how your fingers found purchase around his dog tag chain.

 Without much thought you let his tongue slide against yours. You let his teeth nip at your flesh and take until you had to pull away. 

 If only you could see yourself right then, pretty mouth all swollen and your demeanor rattled. James admired your eyes, how with a thin glaze to the color you were left irresistible.

 He chased after you for a few seconds after, ignoring the whines from your throat and placing one last kiss on your bottom lip. 

 The spice from his bourbon was well on your tongue and a low grumble vibrated in his chest. He was relaying something, but you didn't know exactly what.

 “Мой ангел.” 

 His hands settled on your hips and he rotated you around. Your front was now facing the rest of the backyard and the three guards standing by the gate. You lightly exhaled through your nose, fingers smoothing down your necklace. 

 You’d completely forgotten about his men outside, minute embarrassment wound through your lungs. Were they watching everything? Bucky normally wouldn’t show that much affection in front of anyone, it had always been brought on by you in the past.

 “Ты такая красивая,” he spoke against the shell of your ear. 

 Your back curved away from him and you couldn’t help the small laugh you released. He was dragging his fingers down your sides, leaving tickling goosebumps behind.

 You could feel his arms wind around your body once more. His left arm became especially warm under the sunlight. James pressed his face into your neck and breathed you in before he lightly squeezed you and pulled away altogether.

 "Come," James relocated his drink and towel from the table and took your hand in his. You avoided stumbling and followed alongside him, confusion working its way to your features.

 "Grab your book 'n your bag." And you did so, you reached down to swipe each item.

 You turned your gaze up at him, "Where are we going?"

 Bucky wore a cryptic look in his eyes and only continued to gently tug you toward a part of the patio that was shaded. It was further away from the pool, the location relatively closer toward the gate where the three men stood.

 James let go of your hand and arranged his towel just like you had with yours. He took time to lay the fabric down evenly and to move the legs at the right distance from the table. You set your things down and tapped your nails on the stone surface. 

 "Why are we sitting in the shade?"

 He straightened his back from his crouching position and shared a look with you, unsure if you were joking with him. It hadn't been realized by you yet. 

 James eyed your pretty face for a few and soon understood that you were truly serious.

 "Curious girl," he mused to himself, raising his right hand to gesture at his arm.

 "I can't sit with my arm in the direct sunshine like that, Princess. It will burn you up if I touch you." 

 You bit your lips and decided to not say anything, of course. How could you ask such a thing?

 Bucky laughed at your reaction, whispering that it was alright. He bunched the fabric of his shorts up his thighs so he could sit in the chair. You stood there and observed him make himself comfortable before he tilted his head up at you and patted the top of his thigh.

 The temperature was increasing, but in the shade, you felt a shiver. The wind wasn't doing much now but cooling your skin more. Once you carefully situated yourself in front of James, you soaked in his body heat.

 He was warm, seldom failing to be the opposite. His thighs were on either side of your hips, his bare chest flush to your back, and those arms of his found their home once again around your middle. 

 Bucky tucked his chin over your shoulder, "There you go, this is all I wanted. Just haven't seen you in so long," he confessed.

 Your heart melted, considering then that your frustration over that whole ordeal might have been too much. You wanted to stand up for yourself, not let him control every part of you.

 And James hadn't said a word since seeing you, only seemed to admire the way that your bathing suit looked. He didn't even pay his workers any mind, as if they weren't there standing watch.

 "Read your book, Baby, I'm gonna lay back 'n relax for a while."

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 It was nearly noon, any break scheduled for Bucky's workers had just been taken. Food and water were given to each man. While James was inside making a phone call you shared small talk with Peter, making sure to step away before the boy could get in trouble. 

 You lost track of time in the shade with James, spending much of it reading through a fourth of your book. When Bucky returned he was in a talkative mood. You were able to catch up on everything from the past two weeks.

 He asked the same questions he always did while playing with the gold cherub pendant around your neck. 'What've you been up to?' 'How's work been?' 'You need anything?' 'How're you feelin'?'

 In parts of his speech, James alluded to what he was doing over those weeks, but you knew he wouldn't give you the full truth. 

 Your ears perked up when the man mentioned his struggle with sleeping. 

 Work and every stressor tied with it was unloading simultaneously on his shoulders. You listened close until he was done, gathering your thoughts before you reached up and carded your fingers through his hair.

 It hurt thinking about him in discomfort like that, you thought over any way you could possibly help.

 "I can...stay over more if you want. I know how it can feel being alone late in the night like that." 

 There was uncertainty with how he would react, spending the nights with him was one of those limited things. You only did so when he asked.

 Behind you, Bucky was reveling in silence, how much your words meant to him. You couldn't tell other than how he breathed in deep and turned to press his lips to your palm. 

 "I'd love that."

 You flipped a page with your opposite hand and resumed reading. All the while, he grew interested in the color of your nails, curious eyes taking in the flawless manicure. The shade matched what was displayed in your bikini, the same color was on your toes. 

 His thumb brushed over the surface of your nails, and he reached over to down the rest of his drink. You felt him shift back behind you. Strangely, he scooted away so there was more space between his groin and your behind. 

 You mentally shook your head, not thinking further about it. 

 A minute passed by before you could sense that Bucky was growing antsy. He was normally content with sitting like this, but his movements were following the trend of boredom. 

 His vibranium hand moved around and started tracing your back. You sucked in a breath, fingers closing around the pages.

 It was now cold, diverging with his breath behind your neck. Soon enough, James moved your braids aside, inquiring, "Babydoll, have you put any sunblock on?"

 You took one look at your brown skin and snorted, "Of course."

 "James, I'm not ignorant about skin cancer. I put some on before I drove over."

 He turned and bit your shoulder playfully, smiling at your protest. "I wasn't sure. Sam likes to say he's got 'natural' sunblock."

 "Sammy acts like a fool sometimes–" you told him, "did you get some?" The thought of the man obtaining a burn made you wince, you wouldn’t mind helping him apply. 

 He hummed positively.

 Bucky's fingers had yet to halt their movements, dragging up and down, drawing imaginary pictures. Little by little you were squirming in his lap. The book in your hands was ultimately closed shut and set off to the side.

 Those fingers dipped further down your back, to the bottoms of your suit. Bucky's eyes were hooded when he moved his head to look at his wandering fingers. The bridge of his nose grazed against your braids.

 "Buck?"

 His index and middle hooked under the thin material, stroking the skin beneath. 

 "These are pretty on you."

 A jolt of something innate transferred through your skin, warming your limbs and the space between your legs. Your eyes kept themselves focused on your lap, on the bulk of his thighs surrounding you.

 James’ flesh hand laid over your stomach, thumbing at the bottom of your breasts. "You know," he began.

 He let go of the fabric of your bathing suit bottoms, snapping it directly over a part of you he had not ever touched before. And there his beard reappeared, rubbing languidly over the skin of your neck and cheek.

 "When I see you read like that, it reminds me of how studious you are. Remember all those nights where you would review at your desk?"

 You did, the longest nights always were during the winter months. James was supportive, and particularly enthusiastic about helping you wind down on top of the desk after. He immediately set up space for you and your work, determined that you had the right tools for your needs. 

 James had to have been part of the reason you pushed through those harsh finals. 

 He slid his left hand back around to the top of your thigh, caressing absentmindedly. All the while he resumed laying a pattern of kisses, inching dangerously close to one of your reactive spots. 

 "You're such a smart girl. Always going so good."

 Bucky pushed your ass back into his stiffening dick, no longer wishing to place any space between you two. 

 "Hm?" 

 You parted your lips and breathed something of a reply. That tone he sported was not one to ignore.

 By now, his flesh hand was massaging, and openly groping your breast. He rolled one, before drifting over to the other, making tiny circles over your hardening nipples.

 Your chest began heaving under his hands, your heart spiking and flooding your veins with something intoxicating.

 "You my good little girl? Hm?" James implored. His left hand slipped in between your thighs, alleviating the heat on your skin, and gathering your sweat on the metal surface. 

 You dug your nails into his legs, moving your hips up, and away from his body. A rush entered your bloodstream from sitting there with him out in the open. 

 The sunlight and the air, the security cameras installed by his home. Every factor was bearing witness to this man's touch, and you were speedily becoming helpless.

 He didn’t care about anything else, though.

 Your eyes darted up to those very guards standing at attention merely ten feet away, sweat dripping down their necks, and their eyes fighting to not glance in your direction.

 Peter wet his thin lips and turned to look far away at the treeline.

 "Bucky, I—"

 The older man hushed you, teeth nibbling under your jaw. He applied more pressure over the top of your leg to hold you still and repeated himself once more. 

 With a growl, the tone in his voice was far dicier than before. He wasn’t very patient. "You gonna answer me, sweet thing?"

 Throbbing came from down below. The stretchy fabric covering your lower body brushed against your swelling clit. And as if James could sense it within you, he nosed at your temple and peeked those vibranium fingers under the elastic band. 

 Cold, so very cold against you, it would stop anyone in their tracks.

 "I'm.." you whined, dropping your head back onto his chest. You couldn't grasp why the words jumbled in your throat. It was too much, every sweep upon your skin pushed you further away from self-assurance, you wanted more.

 Thwack

 Metal collided against your lower lips, sending you reeling back and fisting at his shorts. You breathed out, labored, and not quite in the belief of what Bucky had done. It stung, making you bite down on your lip.

 Everything came rousing back tenfold. Discomfort and solace, the man drank up every taste of you accepting it. He soothed your cry with his hand over your inner thigh, but then positioned itself over your cunt once again, waiting.

 "I'm your good girl, Buck."

 Pride, for him it felt the greatest when you were the cause, he couldn't get enough of it. 

 "That's fuckin’ right." 

 His eyes drowned in every minuscule thing, just about. With the feel of your smooth skin, the glimmering finish from the sunblock complimenting your shade, James could spend however long mapping every inch with his tongue well until you were in tears.

 Two weeks was a long time, far too long to be neglected like that. He knew it deep down. James burned for you, his sweet girl. Always improving his ill-tempered mood, always finding some way to ground him. People said you made him a better man and he had to agree.

 Unfortunately, the man had a lesson to teach.

 He couldn't focus on the sounds of the birds, nor the song of those cicadas in the trees. No, the pounding his ears came from your heart, hitting like a slug to his chest. 

 While you panted in the fresh air, trying your hardest to grasp at control, he worked his fingers under your swimsuit bottoms. Bucky waited a moment, reasoning with himself before dismissively tearing them off.

 You let out a yelp, softly cursing the man’s name and how expensive that pair was. He knew he would buy you a better pair. 

 Both of your hands went down to cover your slit, while James tutted down at you. He tossed the fabric in front of the lawn chair some feet away, the flimsy strings shallowly catching the attention of the three men. 

 He batted your hands away, cooing in your ear, "Yспокойся." With one of his hands, he was able to subdue your wrists, pinning them with minimal pressure against one of your thighs.

 "It's okay Baby, hold still."

 "James wha–what the hell are you doing?"

 A frantic feeling was weighing on your chest when the man didn't reply. The air was thick, gracing your freshly bare skin far differently than the rest of you. 

 Bucky went ahead and unlaced the strap of your top. He dipped his head and worked his teeth at the knot around your neck until you felt it slip away. The article was discarded, and this point undoubtedly drew the attention of the bodyguards.

 The straps loosened from around your waist and your breasts. Mounds of flesh spilled into his hands, and he groaned into your neck. 

 "Fuck, look at you, pretty girl." 

 His fingers moved from pinching at your nipples to grasping your jaw and directing your head down. 

 Bucky hooked his legs around yours, pulling back and opening your thighs wide to expose your glistening pussy. He let go of your hands, satisfied at how you kept them away. You rubbed at your cheeks in shock before shakily bracing them back on his thighs.

 With two fingers of his vibranium hand, he reached and began stroking your labia. 

 "I know you need it, my love. Been too long."

 He slid the tips of his fingers inward, spreading your slick over every bit of your pussy. James worked slow, taking his time to stroke that tender skin and tease your hole. Not once did he move up to pay attention to your clit.

 You shut your eyes, attempting to turn your face and hide away from the humiliation. He was implacable, solid, and unwilling to give you that. He made a noise of disapproval, tightening his fingers on your jaw and smushing your cheeks.

 Christ, it was fuel to the highest degree, surging through you at an inhuman rate. Bucky had worked every wet sound from between your legs, encouraging every moan from your lungs.  

 He sought out anyone and everyone to be able to hear you. Through your daze the man slid his eyes over to the young men, zeroing in basely on Peter’s slender frame. 

 Your eyelids fluttered at the sight of your body giving in to him, your pussy twitching under each caress of his thick fingers. And you knew Bucky could see through it all. He was pleased by how much you were trickling over him.

 He finally coated two of his digits with your moisture, and gingerly plunged those metal fingers into your core. Bucky began with a lazy pace, curling those synthetic pads and applying pressure on your walls. 

 Repeatedly and without a hitch in his rhythm.

 You both gazed at his fingers stroking deeper into you. You were still holding back choked sounds with him rasping low into your ear, "Look at that pussy open up for me."

 He made you look at yourself, how willing your hole was to be fucked and filled. You were desperate for it, and you knew that you couldn't stop yourself from bucking those hips into his hand. 

 “My Babygirl, it’s hard to believe what a little slut you can be.” 

 James cursed, not halting his movements down below and only shifting his right hand to brush his fingers over your mouth. 

 “Get them wet for me.” You took in a few breaths before a shudder left your body. Parting your full lips to take his skin into your mouth, you let your tongue move on its own as he steadily worked your tight hole.

 You held onto his left arm, letting go completely and drooling over his awaiting digits, Bucky’s eyes bored into the side of your face, mumbling foreign words into your hair. 

 He pulled his fingers away from your lips with a wet pop and promptly moved to lick into your mouth. He'd never seen anything like it, you were such a hungry thing for him.

 James grunted when he found your clit. A strained, needy cry was sent into his mouth and he eventually parted from you, your teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

 Bucky swallowed down all of his urgency, his cock was swollen and leaking precum all through the insides of his shorts. It certainly didn’t help when your ass rocked back into him. You had been changed into a writhing ball of nerves, ready and starving for what he had to offer.

 He sucked in a breath, ignoring the pain coursing through his groin and glancing up to those young men close by. He locked eyes with the one he saw talking with you the most, the poor kid whose name he came to know too well. 

 Bucky raised his voice to a bark, "Parker, you two,” 

 Peter and the others turned around and stood at his attention, their wrists crossed behind their backs, addressing their superior. 

 James incorporated another finger between your legs, drawing in that same pressure over your clit. You carried on trying to fuck yourself onto his fingers, your voice pleading in a quiet rasp. 

 From his chest to his neck Bucky flushed a deep pink, taken with your response. The point of his canines sunk into your earlobe, instructing you to take a look at those young men standing there.

 Their attention was kept steadfastly at your lover's scruffy face, his blue eyes surely transitioning into a callous undertone. But he knew where they had been so terrified to look, unknowing what could happen if outwardly did.

 “I want all three of you to look at this girl. My lovely girl who always dresses so pretty. Take a good—”

 Bucky slapped your pussy once again, only focusing on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your shriek roared through the backyard, disrupting the tense atmosphere. Your hands had wound tighter around the comfort of his arm trembling over the cool metal. 

 Trickling moisture flowed down your soft cheekbones and clouded your vision of Peter’s unsettled features. The boy's jaw was knotting at every sound falling past your lips. Your ego crumbled before you, down below your feet and into ash. 

 “Take a good fucking look at her, while I take her apart,” he sneered.

 The young man with the sweet brown eyes had widened as Bucky tore his fingers from between your thighs. Your slick fell in steady ropes from his digits, slipping against your skin as he unlaced his legs with yours and repositioned you.

 Your breasts rose and fell, arms trembling as the dark smudges of your mascara sullied your beautiful face. The boy loathed to admit it, but he felt a shiver along his spine at the way James roughly handled you, how captivating you looked with those black tears streaming down your cheeks.

 Peter mirrored that very blush Bucky had on his pale cheeks.

 James grumbled for you to sit up and release him from the confines of his shorts, not looking to ask you again. You were compliant, it took you a moment but you hiccupped, and muttered your response.

 Your pussy dripped over his legs and the white beach towel as you sat up. You bent over to unlace James’ shorts, holding your focus purely on the bulge behind the fabric.

 The older man lounged back, eyes rolling shut when you alleviated the pressure, but not without staring into the younger man’s face across from him. 

 He threw an arm behind his head, and soothed a palm down your back, toward your unclothed cunt pointing right in the direction of his loyal bodyguards.

 You dipped your head to take him into your mouth, sliding your tongue over his tip, and lapping over his weeping slit. Bucky had to bite down hard on his tongue, not helping how his hand laid on the back of your head and pressed you lower. He watched your tongue slide over the veins below the skin, giving you a rigid grunt.

 He let you do that for a moment, thrusting into your mouth before he urged you up.

 James no longer had the right mind to turn back, no longer were those eyes of his that pretty blue. The older man peered deep into your wrecked face, thumbs rubbing at your ruined cheeks and flashing a leer at you. 

 He kissed you, wiping your spit from your lips, and gently tapped your cheekbones. "Want you on top of me." 

 Bucky guided your hips just right. He turned you around, placing your calves around his torso and making you face the young men. 

 James let out a breath, wrapping his fingers around him giving the length a few strokes. A groan was bitten back.

 The tip was redder than he’d ever seen it, smearing clear liquid against your dark skin.

 You held your position patiently, pressing your lips together at the feeling of Bucky tapping his dick against your behind. James took no more time, spread his legs more.

 Bucky gnawed at his bottom lip as his vibranium fingers parted your cheeks. His cock twitched when he saw your plump lips. Waiting for him, always for him, he recounted.

 “Sit on it, my love.” that honeyed voice came to you.

 With that metal hand sliding around your hip, he pushed you down to sink over him, shuddering in the way he split you apart. 

 He listened to you gasp, felt your pretty nails digging into the muscles of his thighs as he made work to bottom out inside of you.

 “Use that cock for those boys, Princess. Show them how good it feels.”

 Your pussy was warm around Bucky, stretched tightly. He could feel the breath departing his lungs in a turbulent fashion, swearing that you stole it from him. 

 But he relaid his praise, graveled words coated in sugar. He awarded it all to you in a language you didn’t speak. 

 You wouldn’t pull away, and you no longer hesitated from the eyes of those men. James witnessed you through veiled eyes, how you leaned forward to gain your leverage, that tiny charm dangling over your breasts. He'd begun to pant as you bounced that pussy on him.

 Without those eyes leaving the connection between your bodies, your hole stuffed full with his length, the man wrapped his palms around your waist. 

 Securely, as if you were to disappear before his eyes James held you to him and lifted his hips from the lounge chair to pound deeper. 

 He wanted it all. 

 And you let him, always his good little fuckdoll. He dug into your core, eventually letting you set the pace. You'd done well for him anyway. You were finally realizing what he was trying to show you.

 Impassioned, opening that pretty mouth for him and crying out like he wanted you to. Like how he knew you would. You were being made aware.

 Your body chased after whatever friction it could, fingers rubbing circles over your clit. His metal fingers made quick work pinching at your nipple, and soon he brought your back right into his chest, still lodged within.

 Bucky held your body close to him, teeth-gritting and legs steady. He hooked his biceps under your knees and slammed into you, knocking incomprehensible words from your mouth.

 His flushed lips soon parted, as you went and made a mess over the both of you. He could feel it gush on his thighs, drip over his balls. 

 This yanked an awfully hoarse, “Goddamn” from his throat, his middle finger reaching down to swipe at your clit.

 You kept at it, body helpless and opening for more. The older man sighed, cock still throbbing and wedged within your walls. He laid kisses behind your ear, allowing you to slow down. He loosened his grip on your skin and soothing the marks over.

 James listened to your muted whines as you wriggled yourself over his length. Then let you go, peering down as you crawled so your back arched before him.

 Bucky was wordless when you clenched around him again, his metal thumb brushing over the cream between his legs. 

 His eyes narrowed, gathering enough onto his pad to reach up and smooth the fluids over your puckered hole. Your head fell to the side, a whimper escaping your lips, and your eyes sliding shut. Your fingers reached back and wrapped around his wrist, urging him timidly to press his thumb inside.

 He didn’t acknowledge the young men anymore, no longer glaring at that guard's clammy face. He figured he had done close to enough. 

 No one was outside that wild young girl wrapped around him.

 James let his head of dark tresses rest against the back of the lounge chair, laughing breathily as you started up again, with his thumb driving deeper inside your hole. 

 Those boys were to stay there even if the hours ticked past their shift. Signing up for that job was a bind written in blood. James owned every bit of them and would until he was sick of them.

 You couldn’t see it, not as you rakishly accepted his length in the depths you. 

 No one could see it unless they were in the position he was currently in. There was the long, threatening barrel of a gun pressed right to their fucking temples. That cold pressure was there and had been for a long while, forcing their eyes wide open.

 And it wouldn’t leave until his reminder had been set.

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𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 — @brandycranby @emyearns @missyellowbirdie @lovieebby​

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[wint3rs]

DANCE, wilson&barnes.

(a/n: this was requested by my friend, maddy! y/n is going to be wearing a dress, but feel free to imagine what you’re wearing! and this one is messy and long as hell..)

– summary : three’s a crowd

– warnings : mentions of cigarettes, curse words, sexual tension, mentions of choking (in a sexual way ofc)

“you’re putting me through what?” you were the last one to arrive at the new compound. “agent y/n, we need you to go undercover with wilson and barnes for the next mission.” sam was leaning against the wall, with bucky next to him. they both had a smug expression plastered on their faces. “but i’m suspended!” you argued. fury only stared at you, waiting for you to surrender.

“fine.” for a split second, you saw bucky smirking even more. you rolled your eyes, not wanting to give him the satisfaction he wanted. “now that you’re all here, listen to my briefing. if you have any questions, ask each other.” sam, being the patriotic man he was, nodded.

“the three of you are going to tokyo. there is a briefcase containing SHIELD's old files, on project BIRDFLIGHT – a machine that could kill anyone with powers, now in the hands of mr. arthurs." fury opened a tan-colored file in front of you. "arthurs... familiar name." you said. "that's because he used to work in galactic science division back in 2012." fury replied, flashbacks filling your head. “oh! the creepy dude?” fury seemed to nod at your question.

you shrugged your body in disgust, as you remembered him. “and that’s where the three of you come in. intel says he’s going to sell the old projects to one of the most wanted man in CIA, his codename is silverparks, but of course – they couldn’t find him.” you knew exactly what was going to happen.

“wilson and barnes will pose as y/n’s business partners, y/n you own a weapon factory somewhere in eastern europe – you get close to him, you handle the files. barnes will take silverparks, wilson will get arthurs.” the three of you nodded in unison. “remember, this is an undercover mission. you can go now, get ready. the jet will be here at 6.”

fury left the room, leaving you with sam and bucky. it had been a while since you saw them, and every time you meet – they will always flirt with you. “so…” sam spoke up first. “it’s good to see you again.” you glared at him. “don’t even start, i’ll break your neck.” he chuckled. “see ya later then baby.” sam winked at you.

“aren’t you going to follow your stupid boyfriend? i need to read arthur’s files.” instead of leaving, he went closer to you. “doll, you haven’t forgive me at all, huh?” bucky raised an eyebrow. “no, and i won’t.” you gritted your teeth. “you had your chance, now fuck off.”

you had history with the winter soldier, it didn’t take long for you to forget him, that was when sam came along – but you didn’t work out because of your agent life. “if i had another chance to wrap my arms around your neck, i’d do it all over again.”  you were left flustered and embarrassed by his statement. “oh my god this is going to be a mess.” you muttered to yourself.

the ride to tokyo was painful for you. the boys argued about who was sitting next to you, even if it was only the three of you inside the jet. “i want to sit next to y/n!” sam elbowed his best friend. “no, i’ll be sitting next to y/n.” he barked. “no, sit your ass down somewhere else.” sam added. “boys, you’re both pretty. go sit somewhere else, this jet could fit the entire fucking avengers.” and in the end, none of them sat next to you.

tokyo was one of your favorite places. it. was peaceful, you haven’t visited the city after the blip, so this was your first time being back. “we’re staying at the clint’s old hideout?” sam asked, gaining your attention. “yeah he gave me his key, it’s well kept.” you replied, unlocking the place.

“we’ll be here for 2 days, please don’t trash the place. you both can take clint’s room, i’ll be on the couch.” you announced. “no, no. what kind of person am i to let you sleep on the couch?” sam shook his head. “alright then i’ll sleep with y/n and you can sleep on the couch.” bucky suggested. “like hell i would let that happen!”

“okay how about the three of us just fucking camp out in the living room? is that fair? if i hear you two arguing again, i’m gonna fucking choke you.” you threatened them. “kinky.” sam blurted out. “ugh!” you groaned.

you hated how you were going undercover with the two horniest men as your partners. “just talk to y/n about this, i’m sure they will understand.” “okay.” they were talking but as soon as you stepped out the bathroom with you red velvet dress, their eyes were on you. “whew.” sam whistled, making you shoot glares at him.

“with you looking like that, i wouldn’t mind abandoning the mission and take you out on a date.” bucky was obviously flirting with you – but you didn’t bother to look at him. “shut up, fury’s calling.” you picked up the call and turned it to loud speaker mode. “this is going to be a quick message, but y/n, you’re in charge. don’t fuck this up or i will suspend your ass again.” before anyone could reply, fury ended the call.

“well that was quick.” you walked to the front entrance. “y/n can we talk for a bit?” there was tension in the air and you could smell it. “what do you want? we’re gonna be late.” you were ready to walk out to the car, but he gripped your hand tightly.

the two of you held eye contact, “buck, calm down.” sam said, intervening. “what bucky wanted to say i- is, we should put everything behind. this mission is really important, and if we let our emotions get into this… things are going to be complicated, you used to be our y/n, fun and cheery.” he finished.

“oh really? me getting my emotions involved? tell that to this man in front of me! no really, ask him! and have you seen yourself? your eyes haven’t left me since i walked in to the compound! me? getting my emotions tangled? go fuck yourself.” things were heated.

“are you done?” sam raised an eyebrow. “yes.” you replied, sitting down on the couch. “how do you feel?” sam asked once again. “fine.” you admitted – feeling free of your built up anger. “see, you needed that. we good now?” you took a second to regain your emotions and nodded.

the car ride was silent, you felt bad for bursting out. you finally had the guts to speak up to them. “i’m sorry.” they both didn’t say anything. “the reason why i was an asshole to you both because we didn’t work out-“ “you did date sam?” bucky cut you off. “i thought you knew?” you were as confused as him. “no i didn’t! what the hell man, y/n’s mine!”

“no what, y/n is mine!” sam argued. “you’re both not mad because i blew up on you?” “nah, i’m mad because he dated you!” bucky pouted. “and i’m mad because he dated you too!” and with that, you felt like the old you. the one they used to know.

clubs used to be your things, you thanked god that the deal was going to be held in your type of scenes. it didn’t take long until the three of you arrived at your destination. it wasn’t packed but it was full enough for someone to make a deal unnoticed.

“according to intel, silverparks should be here in an hour, and arthurs in thirty minutes.” bucky said, looking at his phone. “we have 30 minutes to spare.” sam walked to the bar and ordered drinks. “really? we just made up and you want to drink?” you chuckled. “it’s a celebration.” you pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering sam and bucky.

“pussies.” you shook your head. “hey! i’m not a pussy for taking care of my lungs.” bucky took a shot of his alcohol. “very funny.” the lights were dim and you weren’t able to see their faces clearly. not lying to yourself, you do find them hot.

bucky was staring at you, again. his eyes were filled with lust that you once knew. you smirked and nudged him, “you wanna take your thirst to the dance floor?” teasing bucky was always fun. “i don’t dance y/n, you know that.” “that’s lame, fine. i’m taking sam.”

on the other hand, the man was giddy when you dragged him to the dance floor. the music was loud, encouraging you both to dance. “come on sam, don’t act like you don’t want this!” with that, his hands were already on your body. “30 minutes won’t be enough!” “then make it enough!” you smirked.

the winter soldier stared at you, lust still filling his eyes. you knew he was never one to dance in clubs, but with what you’re doing – he had to step in. sam was all over you but in a blink, he was replaced by someone. his hands were cold and it made your shiver.

you were now in the middle of two men who were going to eat you up anytime soon. sam was always a fun person to hang out with, he was charming and always knew how to make people laugh – but this sam was different. he was controlled by his lust and that made him hotter than usual.

bucky was always shy and a well-kept person, unlike his best friend. it wasn’t publicly known that this man was the definition of A Horny Teenager, but you’ve seen that side.

their eyes were still on you, but before they could do more than just grinding their bodies on you – a familiar face entered the club. “2 o’clock, let’s get him boys.” they stopped their action and went back to character. “after we get this job done, we’ll finish what we started.” you encouraged them. “now, let’s go.”

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Welcome To The Pack: Not Lost

Summary- 8.5k Alpha Steve x You. You wake up, and your not in your northern home anymore, but deep in Wakanda, in the palace of T’Challa and under Shuri’s care with Steve and Natasha at your side. Can Shuri fix you? Bucky is about to head out with Clint, Wanda and Pietro to bring back who Brock and Alanna took, The White Wolf and his team are ready for the hunt. Warnings- Smut, bad words. It’s a softer chapter. 

A/N- Wow, thank you everyone who reads this. I always appreciate thoughts on The Pack, and what you would like to see. Much Love and Happy Reading. 🐺❤️

Chapter  7 / Pack Masterlist

Bucky returning home made him sigh in relief once him and Clint pulled onto Pack lands once more. The White Wolf pacing his mind lifted his muzzle in appreciation, inhaling deeply the cool forests that they called home. 

<Feels like we haven't run here in ages.>

Don't get too comfortable, we're headed out right away. Brock still has Cassandra. Bucky wouldn't even consider another thought, one where Brock didn't have the woman anymore.

Bucky thoughts darkened with worry for her and the White Wolf growled deeply in the deepest parts of his mind. They might have nothing more than a physical attachment to her, but he was responsible for her safety. Brock would pay for ever laying a hand on her.  Bucky turned back to his current thoughts, watching the dappled sunlight through the trees, like it was welcoming them home.

The tension ebbed from his shoulders and glancing at Clint, he could see the archer felt the same way, immediately taking a relaxed stance, elbow on the window sill of the jeep, fingers thrumming the steering wheel in the same way the songs beat flowed through the cab. Although it was a known fact the archer was partially deaf to an military accident when he was a younger man, his other senses heightened. He had once told Bucky he felt music as much as could hear it. It seemed so the way his fingers danced on the steering wheel, following the beats' vibrations. 

“Never thought I would be so damn glad to be back.” Barton said as the jeep rumbled towards the garage, and put it into park. 

“It's a shame we won't be staying, are you sure you want to come with me?” Bucky asked as he opened the door and slid out, preparing to go find Wanda and get a hold of Pietro who should be headed back to the east coast anytime now. 

“Of course, I wouldn't have made the offer brother if I didn't mean it.” The Archer said as he stretched and they made their way towards the gathering group, Sara leading them as she was now the acting Alpha till Steve returned. 

“Boys, am I damn glad to see you.” She held her arms out, first hugging Bucky and then Clint, stepping back to inspect them. “Although you two are a sight for sore eyes, I just got off the phone with Sam, he said that clean up at Pierces is now going much faster, since Stark’s crew showed up, and he's hoping the pack can come home within’ a day or two if you two are sticking around.” 

“That's good, I’m sure Sam is ready to be back home, as well as you.” Sara gave an affirmative nod, the mates bond ached for their partners when separated, her hand absently moving up to the mark Sam left on her years ago, rubbing it absently. “We're going after Rumlow, he's still got a hostage and we need to return her home, safe.” Bucky said, staying vague. It wasn't that he didn't want Sara knowing, the White Wolf was always a bit of a loner, and did not want the whole pack knowing his relationship with Cassandra, especially since he didn't entirely know himself what it was. “Is Wanda around? I would like to speak with her.” 

At the mention of her name, she came out of the crowd, and Sara nodded over to her home. How about we all go inside? You three can discuss what you need to and fill me in on what's going on with the Alpha, Y/N and Natasha.” Her arms embraced around the two men, leading them away from the group. When she felt the rest of the pack unsettled behind her, she looked over her shoulder growling softly for silence. She would fill them in on the details later. 

Sara ushered them inside of her home, everyone settling in comfortably while she got beers for all of them, and sat down too. 

Bucky wasted no time while screwing off the top of the beer he was given. “Thanks Doll.” Turning to Wanda, he motioned between him and Clint. “I was hoping I could rope you and Pietro into coming with me and Clint while we hunt down Brock and Alanna. They took someone, we need to get her back.” 

“If that's what the Alpha has requested, Pietro can meet us on the road if you’re ready to leave right away.” 

Bucky shook his head, and twisted the bottle in his hand, messing with the label. “No Wanda, this gotta be something you wanna do. Steve, he's fine with whatever you choose, and I know Stark is your Alpha, so really you're a free Wolf here. But she is probably going to be hurt, in ways… I just don't know. I can really use a healer for her.” 

Wanda listened intently, Bucky could see that she was discussing with her Wolf, the risks going off with him and Clint could mean for her and her brother, but then her resolve passed over her face. 

<She will join us, and it's good to have her with us. She can keep Cassandra calm.> 

Partly why I wanted her with us. 

“Of course I will come, I will message Pietro. My brother, he will want to come.” Wanda was already pulling out her phone to call her twin, pulling away from the table. “Pietro, how do you feel about…” Stepping out of the room, Sara turned back to the two of them. 

“And Steve… How's he doing?” It was easy to sense her worry and concern for her Alpha and friend. Bucky and Clint look at each other a moment, recalling how feral he had turned in the tunnel. 

“Not good, he was close to attacking us after Y/N was infected and lost consciousness. If Bucky wasn't there to challenge him, he probably would have. I'm sure Sam told you Tony is shipping them to Wakanda. Banner seems to think that the Panthers might have a solution to bring her Wolf back.”

“Even if they can't, Steve isn't just letting her go. You know him and the Wolf are already attached to her as if they have already shared the bite.” 

Clint nodded in agreement and Bucky winked. “Mans got it bad, I bet y’all fifty bucks they have bonded before they get back.” Sara gasped and smacked Bucky's arm. 

“You're terrible, betting on your friends like that.” 

Bucky grinned as he tipped up his bottle. “Doll, never said I was a good man or a good wolf.” 

Inside the White Wolf yipped in agreement, making Bucky’s grin wider.

Clint piped up on the other side of Sara. “I will take that bet.” and Sara pointed a finger at Clint. 

“You're no better than him.” Leaving both the wolves laughing as she got up, shaking her head at them. “Bond or not, Steve obviously cares for her in a way he didn’t with Alanna. I cant see him going all the way to Africa on a whim for her.” 

Bucky thought about his best friend's earlier relationship, and had to agree. Their bond wasn't there, Steve had lied to himself for years about it, but if push came to shove, Steve would have stayed with the pack first and sent someone else. With You, you couldn't pry him away, if it had been anyone other than Bucky, he would have killed them for coming near you when you first went under.  

“Your right Doll, there isn't anything Steve wouldn't do for Y/N, bond or not.” Bucky agreed and Sara gave a knowing smile. 

Wanda came back into the room, her phone going back into her pocket. “Pietro’s in.” 

“Good, then let's get packed.” Bucky finished off his beer.

     You finally tore yourself away from the view of Wakanda, and went back in, much to Steve’s persuasion. Once you settled back down at a nearby table that still provided a view for you to get lost in. Steve drew his hand along the back of your neck, and you tilted it back, looking up at him. “Hungry? I can call down for breakfast before we go back to the lab.” 

You questioned yourself a bit if you wanted food, and was met with quiet in your mind. A stillness that made you uneasy. Usually your Little Wolf would be demanding some answers right now. Or food, she would have liked that. That silence tightens your chest in grief that for the first time you felt alone inside. You put on a smile instead and a nod. 

“Breakfast sounds good. I'm ravished Alpha.” 

He gave a soft smile and dropped a kiss to your forehead. “Right away Little One.” 

Steve went to make that call, you turned back to the view. Tilting your head to inhale deeply, thankfully you didn't lose your strong sense of smell, cause it was something to behold. Heavy sweet scents of fruit encased your tongue, tasting it on the air as if you cupped that fruit in your hands to inhale. Rainfall, it was crisper than your lake, but not quite like the streams you liked to jump over. It was a heavy moisture that seemed to dew even now on your skin, the shower outside was reflecting the sun in prisms that danced around the walls of your room. All of it was so leafy and green in your mind, dripping constantly in the lushness under the towering trees that stretched up to your balcony. Steve footsteps drew you back from your daydream, seating himself across from you. 

“It will be up soon Little One.” He reached across the table, and weaved his fingers with yours, studying you. 

You nodded and gave a light squeeze to his hand. “How many days has it been Alpha, since all this happened.” 

“About three, after you passed out, Barton flew us to Stark. Banner couldn't do anything, but he told us that maybe the Panthers could. A plant, Shuri is positive, it's what caused this to happen to you. The dose Pierce gave you, more than it should have been.” 

You wrinkle your nose at what he's saying, trying to keep calm, without the help of your Little Wolf now. But you can't help the shimmer of tears brimming your eyes. 

<She is so lost without her Steve.> The Wolf whined, and Steve softly agreed with his beast. 

“Come here Little One.” He gave a soft tug to your hand and you raised from your seat circling around the table, where Steve opened his arms, and pulled you gently into his hold till you were cradled into him, one hand wrapped around your waist, and the other gently tracing your outer thigh, tucking you into his shoulder. 

“I promised you that you're not alone, we will find her Little One. Shuri is sure she isn't gone.” 

“No? Then where is she Steve? I searched and called for her. She never came.” Your voice was muffled into his neck, and he could feel the wetness falling on his shoulder to slide down his back. “I'm nothing without her.” You said with defeat and Steve shifted you enough to look at him. 

“No Little One, that is not true.” He nudged his nose gently against yours, nipping softly at your lips. “You stood up against your abuser just as you are now, and would again. How many times have your decisions been because they are what you wanted, and she supported you? All your choices, the one to escape, the one to trust me, and the one to fight with the pack, all you Little One. You and Her are the same. Even when you can't see or feel her.” 

Steve’s Wolf rumbled softly in response, Steve could feel it rolling through his chest, which you felt the vibration, heard it. His way of saying he agreed. You were no less a wolf then before. 

A knock on your door made Steve catch your lips quickly, and pull away, calling out. “Give us a minute.” Tapping gently on your thigh to signal you to get up, he reached for a folded robe at the end of the bed, and snapped it open to ease onto you, and while you were tying it shut, he grabbed his own, and slipped it on to go to the door. Opening it, they found Natasha standing there, with a full cart of food. 

“Figured I would join you two, if you don't mind?” 

“Of course not Nat, there's plenty for all of us.” Steve stepped aside, and when Natasha came in, she grinned seeing you awake. 

“Thank God, it's so good to see you Y/N! I thought I was gonna be stuck here alone with Steve.” She ditched the cart once it was inside and went over to hug you, which you were so happily to give back, nuzzling into the red head. 

“It's so good to see you to, and I wouldn't subject you to that. What kind of pack member would I be, leaving you all alone with the Alpha. “ Steve strolled the cart past them, snorting at them. 

“I see how it is, two against one. That's fine, don’t worry about it. I will just leave you two alone.” He gave a teasing growl while popping a grape in his mouth, stopping at the table. 

You and Natasha grin at each other and follow along after him. 

“Not like you can eat all this yourself.” You sweep down into Steve's lap, picking up the cup of coffee he just made while Natasha took the seat next to you two, quickly falling into easy conversation till Shuri called for you all to join her in the lab. 

     Back home Sara was giving the group lasting hugs as they all prepared to leave. Sam still wasn’t back with the rest of the pack, and maybe she was getting a little emotional as she hugged Bucky around his neck. “Stay safe, and come home soon. You hear me Buck? Sam misses it when you take off.” 

Bucky couldn't help but grin at this news, and Sara groaned softly. “You can't tell him I ever said that either. My mate would never forgive me.” 

At this the whole group laughed, Bucky folding his arms over each other. “Sara, that man worships the ground you walk on. He would forgive you in ten seconds if he thought you were sad about it.” 

Wanda arched a brow to see if Sara would deny it and Clint, grinned, knowing full well Bucky told the truth. 

“Fine! He really wouldn't, but for the love of god, don't Barnes. Or I won't forgive you.” She said and ushered the three of them to the vehicle. “Be safe!” 

Barnes slipped in behind the wheel as Clint and Wanda got in as well, closing the door and letting his elbow rest on the door. “Doll, don't worry about it. We will see you soon” Giving Sara a wink, he flicked on the radio and left. 

Sara watched from the side, watching the dust kick up behind the Suv. Trying to battle the unease in the pit of her stomach. 

Her Wolf sidled up with a whine, her ears laid back as she watched her family drive away. 

It will be okay, they will be home safe. Sam will be home safe. Steve, Y/N and Natasha will be home safe. 

<Then why are we feeling like this?> 

Sara didn't answer the Wolf, turning away from the road and headed back to her cabin, clearly not having an answer. 

     Down in the lab, you stuck close to Steve’s side, again immensely missing your Little Wolf's presence in your mind as you looked around in awe. Natasha followed along close behind, her hand taking your free one, and giving a light squeeze of assurance. Steve's arm was also wrapped around your waist, keeping you tucked in close. His eyes would glance down at you once in a while, and catch yours, giving you a soft smile and pressing his lips to the top of your hair, soft and silken against his mouth as he would mouth softly. “You're not alone.” 

You're not alone. 

You repeated it back to yourself, and turned back towards the awaiting Panthers. Natasha released your hand while Steve drew you forward to introduce you to the others now that you were awake. Steve could feel the soft nervous shiver that rolled through you, catching these predators scent. It spoke of night stalking in the jungle treetops and danger, although Shuri beamed wide at you, and the King smiled softly. “Alpha, your queen is a true beauty.” Taking your hand he bowed his head to touch his forehead to your knuckles and backed up afterwards. Steve's hand tightened around you slightly. “Y/N, this is the King of Wakanda, T’Challa.” 

“Errr, what is respectful to a King? I'm sorry, this kind of etiquette I just don't know.” 

Shuri gave a laugh and T’Challa put up his hands. “You have no need to be formal Y/N, that is only for the rituals of old. T’Challa is fine.” 

“If we had to bow down every time, his head would get swollen.” Shuri made a motion around her head, and crossed her eyes at T’Challa. You gave a soft laugh listening to the siblings. 

“And this is my sister, Shuri.” T’Challa said, clearly ignoring Shuri now. And Shuri bounced forward, slinging her arm around your shoulders. 

“What do you say, I drag you away from your Alpha and see if we can't figure out where your Wolf has wandered off to?” 

You bite your lip and look up at Steve, who gives a soft nod, and extracts his arm from around your hip. Shuri is quick to drag you away, chatting the whole time while you look over your shoulder one last time at Steve and Natasha before turning back towards her. 

“I’m sorry, what?” You can't help but feel your Little Wolf would have really liked her, she was so outgoing and just automatically acted like you two were friends. 

“What happened, after Piece gave you the shot?” She asked again and had you sit on an examination table. 

“Oh.” You rub at the back of your neck, watching Shuri closely while she tapped on a computer. “It all happened suddenly, the syringe was emptied into me, and then there was pain. All over, and my Little Wolf collapsed where she was, withering in pain, and said she was trying to hold on, but then… she was just… gone.” You wiped at your face, wishing Steve was there, but you could still sense him. Just on the other side of the door, and you took a deep breath to calm yourself. Shuri was typing quickly, hissing in aggravation at your story. 

“Fucking asshole gave you like five times what he should, no wonder you fell into a coma like state.” Shuri said sympathetically, and tapped her computer till it projected an image. 

It showed a flower, beautiful to look at, something exotic like you've never seen in your woods before. You study it closer, the shape of the flower reminded you of a calla lily, the shimmering purple almost glowing that made it almost seem unreal, ethereal. 

“This is what he gave me? What is it?” you tear your gaze away and Shuri comes over by you, also looking at the flower. 

“We simply call it a Heart Shaped Herb, native to Wakanda. Very rare, and we grow it in a special place, so how Pierce got it…” She bared her teeth in agitation. “We are looking into that. It’s abilities include putting our Beasts into hibernation. Which, I think is where your Wolf is right now. You can't find her cause she's in a deep sleep. Right now.” 

“Can you wake her?” You ask, a bit of hope in your voice. And Shuri nods. 

“Give me a bit of time, and access to your mind Y/N, and  I think she will be back with you.” 

You gave a soft pleased cry and hugged around Shuri’s neck, who hugged you back, patting your back. 

“My Panther thinks you're absolutely adorable!” Shuri giggled. 

In the other room, Steve and Natasha watched the interactions, Steve’s Wolf pacing back and forth, his ears roving back and forth. 

Can you hear them? 

<No, but isnt going to stop me from trying.> 

She is safe here. 

<She is safe when she's back with us.> 

Steve switched subjects on the Beast, tilting his head as he watched you stretch out on the table. 

Our Little One, she seems relieved. 

<Whatever the Panther told her has certainly given her excitement. And some good news. She didn't even hesitate touching her.> 

Not at all, I think she will be okay. I trust the Panther. 

The Wolf finally settled down, still watching. <I do to, she is good for our Mate.>

Natasha gave the Alpha a sidelong glance. “What are you two discussing, I can see the way you're concentrating on Y/N that the both of you are extremely focused.” 

Letting his gaze break from you as you and Shuri broke apart, and you started to get comfortable on the examination table, he loosened his rigid hold, relaxing slightly. “My Mate of course.” 

Natasha let her eyes roam over her Alpha as he went back to watching you, making sure you were safe above all else. 

<Do you think he's noticed that he no longer battles denying she is his?> The Red Wolf thoughts echoed in Natasha’s mind. Although she kept a straight face, not letting the smile she could feel bubbling in her chest cross her face. Natasha was happy for Steve, she had been witness to the years before he was Alpha of the Pack, and many times forced herself to bite her tongue at disrespecting Alanna out loud. But her and her Wolf, neither liked the woman who wound herself into Steve’s life at the time. 

I do not know, but being a mate is good for him, having someone to call his own. 

Shuri spent about an hour tapping into your mind, searching for any sign of the Little Wolf, and finally once she finished, knowing you were exhausted. 

“You did great Y/N.” She helped you up, and motioned for Steve to come inside. “How about you go rest with your Alpha, and I'm sure T’Challa has set it up where you two can go do some exploring. Just not too much.” Shuri stressed looking at Steve, who arched a brow, taking your hand to help you to a stand. 

“Trust me, my mate's health is first and foremost in my mind.” Steve assured Shuri as he steadied you on your feet, always knowing just where you were at his side even when he wasn't looking at you. You picked up that subtle remark, letting it sink in that he had called you his Mate. Shuri gave a nod, and flashed you a smile. 

“I hope to see you at Dinner tonight. T’Challa I’m sure will be extending an invitation. Some of the clans will get together on the palace grounds, and will all love to meet our Northern Friends. But only if you've gotten rest.” 

You gave an assuring smile to Shuri as you let yourself lean into Steve. Even without the Little Wolf adding her own desires, you still craved that closeness to him. “Im afraid my attire is very limited.” Steve's hand dipped along your ribs, tracing your body through the wisps of clothing you had been given while here. He started to ease you away, ready to get you back to the room. He could feel the strain the past hour had put on you.  

“We will see tonight Highness, if Y/N is up for it.” Excusing the two of you for the elevator, you rubbed at your forehead a bit, and he enclosed you close in his arms during the speedy ride up to your floor, his voice soft as he inhaled against your neck, feeling the rumble more than hear him. 

“You okay?” Tilting his head to be able to look at you and you nodded, rubbing your face against his rumbling chest and looked up at him with a grin. 

“Im okay Alpha, a shower and nap. I will be as good as new.” Once the doors opened, both of you headed towards the rooms you were staying in, and opening the door, Steve saw someone had brought them up some food. Fresh cut fruit, drizzles of golden honey to spread over it, light and appreciated as you inspected it, surprised to find you stomach rumbling while Steve went to start the shower for you. Taking a slice of kiwi, you put just a touch of the golden sweetness on it, and taste, giving a soft surprised moan at the taste. 

“Oh damn.” 

Immediately hearing you, Steve popped his head out of the bathroom, tugging off his shirt and tossing it to the now made bed. “Find something good?” 

You chuckled softly seeing him getting ready to join you in the shower while you were snacking. Licking at your fingertip, you went to pass him to go into the bathroom. “Fruit and honey. And honestly the best I've ever tasted.” Steve caught sight of some golden droplets at the corner of your lip and he grasped your chin, letting his tongue lap at the stickiness. He rumbled softly in appreciation. “It certainly does taste good, on you.” Catching the wicked gleam in his eye, you bit at your lip and thought about going back for more. But he turned you towards the shower with a gentle nudge and chuckle having seen the shift in your expression. 

“Later, we’re not leaving right away.” 

You relent, and start stripping off your clothes, and let them fall where they land. Your hand tests the water, and then you duck inside, stepping under the rainstorm shower head, tilting your head back to let it flow over your face and into your hair. A rustle behind you and a brush of Steve’s chest across your back had you backing up to give him room. He ducked his head under and gave a vigorous shake of his head, spraying water before he stepped out. “Turn around Little One, let me wash your hair.” 

Glancing at the choices provided, you picked up a bottle and flipped the cap, sniffing it. Fresh and clean, lightly scented with a hint of citrus, you handed the bottle to Steve and did as he asked. The Alpha took it and palmed a generous amount. Letting his fingers massage against your scalp, keeping it in a steady deep pressure without it hurting. You groaned, tilting your head this way and that when he pressed slightly. 

Steve admired the way the water beaded on your skin, and streaked down your body, the droplets precarious in the curves before falling over the edge and falling away from your body. Your soft sighs made the Beast rumble softly in appreciation, and it rolled through Steve as he pressed a kiss against your shoulder. “Close your eyes so I can rinse.” His tone dropped an octave, his Alpha tone. There was no impulse directly from your Little Wolf, but you still didnt even think twice about it as you stepped back under and his hands massaged your hair again, making the suds fall away. A light grasp to your throat brought you back into his chest, his nose tracing the column of your neck, inhaling deeply, and nuzzling against your pulse. A lap of his tongue over what you knew would be his preferred spot to mark you made you shiver in his hold. “Steve?” you questioned, but the Alpha just inhaled one last time and let you go. You waited patiently for him to tell you what to do as his eyes looked down your back. You no longer tried to hide the scars, not like before. His hands eased over them, and he felt that shiver that rolled through you. One day he would touch you there, and you wouldn’t fight it. 

“Face me Little One.” Hands eased you to face him, and another palmful of soap was applied, his hands sliding down your shoulders, your arms, then back up. He groaned, not hiding at all how turned on he was just seeing you dripping wet. “Little One, you are so incredibly beautiful.” Down to your full breasts, his fingertips just sliding over your nipples, and rolling between calloused pads, pulling slightly to hear you gasp and that shift in your eyes spark in arousal. 

“Even though I'm just me right now?” Your brows furrowed, your head dropping enough for wet strands to hide your face from him in that moment. He was quick to bring your back, palming your breasts and giving a firm squeeze. “

“Little One, Y/N” He used your name to really drive his next words into you. “I still want you just as you are now. If you wanted my bite, I would bond with you right now Y/N, don't think that you're not a wolf just because you can't see the Little Wolf. She is you, and you are her.” His hands massaged your quivering belly, and over your hips to reach behind and clasp your ass, pulling you in close against him. Before you could make any kind of argument against what he said, he claimed your mouth, his size pressing you to step back under the warm spray when he advanced. His hands rinsed you off, warm slippery skin under his palms, curves he had grown intimate with. You couldn't help digging your fingers in slightly on his arms when your back contacted the cool tile, you gasped into his mouth. 

“That's right Little One.” He growled against your lips, then lapping his tongue along the roof of your mouth, and over your teeth before once more pulling away, making you lean forward and whine at the loss of contact. “I will always want you by my side.” His hands didnt stop till the reached your waist and Steve went to his knees, his nose sliding over your stomach to kiss and nip around your belly button. Everything he said was true, him and the Wolf were completely enraptured with you, and had a lifetime to find out all the little things that made up who you were. 

Changing those nips to kisses, the traveled further town, his beard scraping against your thighs till you couldn't take the teasing any longer, the burn making you wetter than you already were. Your fingers plunged into his hair and your thighs parted so that his cheek could rub up against your inner thigh. 

“Again Alpha?” You shuddered, and tipped your head back, moaning when you felt the rasp of his beard again and his nose trailed your slit before he even took a taste. 

“You smell so sweet Little One, much better than that honey.” A hand moved from your waist to the back of your thigh sliding to your knee and lifting to hook it over his shoulder. Nothing would be hidden from him, and he kissed your inner thigh pressed near his cheek, firmly biting it hard enough to bruise, leaving his teeth impressions without breaking your skin. The sting made your back arch off the tile, tightening your hold in his hair, hissing with satisfaction. 

You could feel the upturned curve of his lips pressing where the bruise would form, but then your Alpha turned his attention to your aching core, and you spied a look down, that made you whimper, clench around nothing yet. His gaze on you wasn't just a man in need, it was a beast. Eyes shimmering a slight yellow as his pupils enlarged, the pink of his tongue escaping to plunge between your folds, and gathered your slick all over his tongue with a deep lap, the tip teasing your clit before going back to inhaling your arousal, making his head swarm, the Wolf to start howling in his lust. You were perfect, completely enrapturing him with those soft mewling sounds above him whenever he honed in on a sensitive spot for you. 

“Steve, Alpha” you chanted his name, tugging his hair to press him in more. His beard scraping your sensitive folds every time he took those long laps to spread your slick, and when his teeth would pull at your folds, his lips suck on your clit, it was just a mess of sensations that made your jolt under his firm hold. He would growl at you once in a while out of instinct, his eyes flicking up at you to see you start to fall apart. “Please Alpha.” Begging now for him. 

The vibrations from Steve made you clench around him the moment he let his tongue fill you, stroking your fluttering walls and sucking all the juices, squeezing you to give him more. Your thigh ached to close against his head, and you tilted your head back, giving a low wail when he took one more demanding stroke with his tongue. “Little One, Look at me.” The Alphas voice was graveled, not giving an option to deny him, you struggled to look at him, but once your eyes locked, he bit your mound, drawing it into his mouth, while he sucked on your clit, and you knew he wanted you to cum for him. 

Another lap, demanding growl and harder fingers, one hand pinning your hip against the cool tile while being misted by the warm water, and Steve's other hand had laid claim to your thigh over his shoulder, his arm folded over it, and fingertips biting in your inner thighs sensitive flesh. When the Alpha looked up again, eyes now a weird mix of yellow and blue, the wolf laying claim to you as well, you broke for him. Flooding his mouth with your release, grinding into him as you stiffened almost painfully, he worked your orgasm from its high to low point, letting you sink down the tile, when he let your leg drop, and when you landed before him, he grasped your face in his hands and kissed you deeply, needing to lay claim not just to your body, but to all of you. 

Fingers curled at the back of his neck, your eyes closed as your tongue danced with his, when he broke from you, your head fell to his shoulder and you could hear Steve whispering. “I got you Little One, sleep.” and the water suddenly stopped. Somewhere as you were fading away, you could feel his hands sliding around your wet body and then his firm chest cushioning you. Even further away, a barely there howl you were all too familiar with made you stir in his arms, your Little Wolf calling for you before you sunk back into a deep sleep.

When you woke, there was a soft light in the room and that's what your eyes focused on at first. It was a lamp near the bed, and you rolled to the other side, seeking out Steve but he wasn't there either. Rubbing at your eyes to focus them, you inhaled to try and scent him instead. You just barely caught him amid the barrage of other smells, and you would see him on the balcony, ear to his shoulder like he was holding a phone, and leaning forward on muscled forearms against the balconies railing and the muscles in his back were taunt in that position. You allowed yourself a moment to appreciate the sight before you. His deep voice drifted back to you in bits and pieces, but you picked up enough to know he must be talking to either Sam or Bucky. After a few moments you pushed the sheet covering you off and started to seek out some clothes, pushing yourself up out of the soft bed. 

Hearing the sheet rustle, Steve glanced over his shoulder to see you move to a stand, arching your arms over your head, and the curve of your back dipped further in an arch. Momentarily distracted as he admired you, Sam's voice grew aggravated. 

“Steve? Did I lose you?” 

Turning away from watching you sort through some clothes Shuri had provided, Steve went back to Sam. 

“No I’m here, Y/N just woke up.” He stated and Sam gave a slight chuckle in a knowing manner. “So you are all about to head back home? Were you able to find a temporary Alpha for them till that pack can figure out what they wanted to do?” 

“Caine is going to take over, he wants to. Turns out Pierce didn't actually kill all those Wolves he claimed he did. A few, but there's still plenty there. Tony's crew turned up, helped us out. The Council came down. Ross in particular.” Steve heard a slight growl in Sam’s voice, and he couldn't disagree. Ross had a way of pushing the wrong buttons. “Claims he wants to speak with you once you come home.” 

“Well his ass can wait. I don't know when I will be home.” A pair of hands slid up his back, and Steve straightened, his arm moving to rest around yours and pull you in against his chest, his nose dipping into your hair and breathing you in while he listened to Sam. 

“What I told him. Besides what he doesn’t know wont hurt his ass any. As soon as I get home, we’re picking up those customer orders that had been sidetracked, but other than that things are all good here. Tell Y/N that Sara is ready for her to come home and send your girl our love.” 

“Of course, you can tell her yourself actually.” Steve handed you the phone, and you pressed it to your ear, talking to Sam for a few minutes. 

“Miss you guys too, I will keep him in line.” You give Steve a look and he gives a playful growl, snapping his teeth near your ear before kissing your shoulder, making you laugh as you hang up the phone. 

“Sam seems to like playing Alpha.” You hand it back to Steve while he drops it into his pocket. 

“Well good, I will take you on more exotic vacations like this one.” He teased, wrapping you in his arms and you rubbed his chest looking excitedly up at him. 

“Alpha, before I fell asleep…” 

“In the shower.” Steve had a bit of a grin, and you felt your cheeks get warm at the memory, his hand catching your chin and pressing his lips to yours. “Don't be shy, it was beautiful seeing you like that.” 

You could feel your body warm, and the praise settle in, making you feel good. “ANYWAYS, I think I heard my Little Wolf!” 

Steve arched his brows in surprise, and the Wolf stirred to hear you, pushing himself up from where he was resting and pacing closer to the front of Steve’s mind. 

<Maybe the Panther was able to bring her back after all.> 

Did you really doubt Shuri and Y/N that they couldn't bring her back?

The Wolf flicked his ears back and let his muzzle drop, sighing. <Some of me did.>

I was worried too. You're not the only one. 

Steve's hands rubbed along your back and grinned at your news, kissing your forehead, and letting his hands move to cup your face. “We will tell Shuri when we go down to dinner, maybe she will be back home sooner than we thought if you heard her.” 

You couldn't help the elation you were feeling, that you might have her back soon, fill that emptiness that you have been feeling since that day. 

“Dinner? Oh that's right, but I have nothing to wear.” You frowned a bit and Steve took your hand, leading you inside the room. 

“Natasha is waiting for you. The Queen and Shuri had outfits brought up for you two to pick from. Nat insisted they were brought to her room, and that you can change with her once you woke up.” Steve loved seeing the excitement suddenly flash across your face, and he grabbed a tee to yank on, and opened the door. “Shall we?” Slipping your hand into his, he led you down the hallway, your gaze wandering. Beautiful woven tapestries, mostly of Panthers lined the hallways.

You were a bit excited, you had never had the opportunity to dress up before, not for anyone. You just genuinely hoped you could give something for Natasha to work with. Stopping a few doors down from you, Steve knocked and Natasha’s voice rang out “Come in.” 

What Steve opened the door to was not what you were expecting and your eyes widened taking in the room. There were outfits everywhere and even Steve looking around seemed a bit overwhelmed. 

Natasha on the other hand, with a glass of what looked like champagne was perfectly at home, running her fingers over the richly colored fabrics, until she reached you. “Perfect, Alpha I got her. You go get ready yourself.” 

Steve gave a half grin looking down at you in apology, and you gave him a gentle push. “Go on, let Nat doll me up, see if I can't make you pant a little later.” You winked as he growled. 

“You always do Little One.” Nuzzling your neck he pulled away and Natasha handed you your own glass of champagne while shutting the door. 

“Lets blow his fucking mind. Okay, here's what I was thinking.” She tugged you along, and you were lost in a sea of bright colors and girl talk. 

 They had been on the road most of the afternoon, Bucky got the coordinates from the trackers Steve had sent when Cassandra first came up missing. Wanda sent Pietro a message of where to meet them once Bucky confirmed where the trackers were waiting. It wasn’t anything more than a few hours drive. Meeting up all together in a truck stop diner, late at night. They all crowded around a table, pulling up extra chairs, and the waitress came over, taking their orders. Small talk was exchanged at first, waiting till they would be left alone for a period of time after food was brought to them. Once everything was brought, and their host left them to enjoy their meals, they turned towards the food, each one digging in. 

 Ravenous as Bucky, Clint and Wanda were, they spoke between bites, Pietro next to his sister would quickly reach in and snag a fry, making her growl at him while he smirked. 

“Can't share with your brother?” 

“Get your own.” she responded as she dunked it in ketchup and popped it in her mouth. 

“Why when I can just take yours?” He grinned and lightning quick grabbed another. 

Bucky normally wouldn't say anything, knowing the twins were playing in their usual manner, but there wasn't time for games. The White Wolf growled at the younger Wolves and they were quick to quiet down, Wanda sliding her plate between the two of them to share while Bucky turned back to the trackers.

“Do you have any idea of where Brock and Alanna are?” 

They both nodded, the older, a male named Adam slipped a piece of paper across the table. “From what Tonya dragged up about them, they have been staying here for a few months. We checked it out before you all came into town, and sure enough their scent is all over it. And others, I'm guessing it's your woman Bucky.” 

Bucky didn't correct him, even though he did catch Clint's side eye. 

<Tonight, we can't wait any longer to get to her and pull her out.>

Tonight, as soon as we clear it with the rest. 

<Your Alpha here, they will go as soon as you suggest it.>

Bucky looked among the wolves seated around him, and he knew the White Wolf was right. He couldn't have asked for better pack members then what he had right here with him now. 

“And the house is currently occupied, we saw movement inside. Someone checks the curtains once in a while although they are closed all the time.” Tonya added, and Bucky nodded, looking at each member of their tables. 

“Tonight, after dark, we storm the place. Get Cassandra out, if Brock and Alanna are casualties then so be it.” Bucky said, and there were nods from around the group. 

“Well sounds like a good time Alpha.” Pietro grinned from across the table, and Bucky snorted, arching his brows in amusement. 

“I'm no Alpha.” 

Clint chuckled and slapped his comrades back. “Ya are tonight man, this is your gig. Were along for the ride.” 

Wanda nodded at him while dunking another fry, and the trackers joining them shrugged and nodded. “We did our part, we're just following you now.” 

Bucky growled out with a roll of his eyes. “I don’t know how the fuck Steve puts up with all of you.” The White Wolf shook out his fur, arching to a stand. 

<The same way we put up with them. They are our family, our pack.> 

Bucky didn't have anything to say to that, he just reached over and stole one of Wanda's fries from her fingers and popped it in his mouth with a grin. 

Steve had knocked on Nat’s door, but Nat opened it just a peek, not allowing him to look in. “Were not ready yet.” 

“Where is Y/N, is she okay?” He asked trying to look over Natasha’s head, inhaling deeply your scent that was reaching him, but she blocked him, hands moving to her hips. 

“She’s just fine Steve. Now go on downstairs and we will join you soon.” Natasha worked on closing the door. But the Alpha and the Wolf were not entirely ready for that and his foot blocked it from shutting completely. 

“Shouldn't I escort you ladies down? That is the gentlemanly thing to do after all.” The Wolf huffed in laughter at his attempts, but Natasha shook her head, green eyes glimmering in amusement. “I will escort her, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.” Pushing his foot out, the door closed on Steve, and he relented. 

“If you're not down in ten minutes, I’m coming back up!” He raised his voice through the heavy wooden door and tilted his head listening. Natasha’s distinct laugh on the other side. 

The redhead had her ear pressed against the door, listening to Steve's retreating steps before turning back to you, wriggling into the dress. “You think he's really going to like this?” You pressed once more as you turned in the mirror and Natasha tilted her head, inspecting you. 

“Y/N, you got my wolf howling.” Grabbing her lipstick and turning you towards her, applying it on. “Just need this last touch. Done.” 

You took one last look, smoothing a hand over the lush fabric, Natasha grinning over your shoulder while also admiring you in the full length mirror. “Trust me Y/N, he will not be able to contain himself.”  

     Steve had entered the banquet room, to see Wakandians milling around, the Wolf in him alerting all the non wolf predators in the room, his hackles raising slightly and shaking himself out like he was trying to shake out the nerves.  

It's okay, they are friends. 

<I know, I know.> The Wolf paced around a couple times and started to settle back down in his mind. <Still makes me nervous.> 

T’Challa approached him with a friendly smile, still keeping a bit of distance, sensing the Alphas' wariness. “Welcome Roger’s, it's an honor you were able to come.” Steve was first to hold his hand out, and gave a shake. 

“Y/N and Natasha will be down soon, they are still getting themselves prepared.” 

T’Challa gave a smile in acknowledgment, motioning towards his sister who was excitedly talking with an older lady. “My mother and Shuri were rather excited to be able to send up some clothing for them. How are you three settling in? Accommodations are suitable?” 

“Excellent, Y/N is rather taken with the balcony and the view. Over the canopy this morning a flock of macaws caught her eye.” T’Challa laughed with a nod. 

“They come by every morning, loud beasts aren't they.” 

“Hell yes.” The Alpha grumbled good-natured. “But stunning. Thank You again for opening your home. Should you ever come to the states, we would love you to visit The Pack.” 

“I might take you up on that.” T’Challa was quick to surprise Steve. “I plan on traveling there in a year or two to New York. Dr.Cho who works for Stark is tackling the genetics issue of your children, and is hoping to exchange her work with ours, to resolve it. At least let your females come to term easier and safer in their pregnancies. We've had good luck here, again thanks to Shuri.” Steve took interest in this, he couldn't fathom getting into specifics, as he wouldn’t understand, but the problem had plagued the Wolves for a lifetime. “We're only waiting cause Dr.Cho is still doing her own studies. We have similar issues, but separate species and all. I honestly don't understand much of it, but Shuri seems very hopeful.” 

“That’s incredible. Do you really think you could help us?” Steve had given up the idea of having his own children years ago, but now if you two decided to make it official, it could be a possibility. 

The Wolf had started to grow excited at the prospect. 

<Imagine the cabin with our children, bringing them to Little One in the morning so she could cuddle with them.> Steve's mind was filled with images of you with a full bump, the sight of you in the moonlight, bathing in the glow. Inhaling deeply to simmer himself down, the whole idea… well it set the Alpha on edge. 

“It is always a possibility. Never say never Alpha.” The King gave a shrug and looked over Steve’s shoulder, his face brightening up. “And here comes the ladies now.” T’Challa turned towards where Steve had entered, and the Alpha caught sight of Natasha first, but then she stepped aside to talk to you, and Steve could have sworn his heart stopped beating. 

You were always beautiful to him, he had a hard time keeping hands off you. But when you came in, The Wolf howled your song, and his own eyes widened a bit. Rich blue was wrapped around you, loose and flowing at the bottom, the top hugged around your waist and cusped around your breasts, showing off all those curves Steve had gotten familiar with. A simple bit of silver adorned your throat. Natasha had done your hair in a manner that wasn’t your usual style, but it framed your face in a wispy gentle way. Your hand smoothed down the curves of your side, and looked around. He could even see you tilting your head up a bit, nose in air seeking him out with closed eyes. Images of you again dancing in the moonlight struck him and the Wolf growled softly, need, lust, desire. It was all hitting Steve at once. Would he be able to last through this dinner?

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Only Mine:Chapter 5: Can’t Seem to Let You Go

Summary: Bucky needs to take care of the men trying to rape you. But when his men won’t stop taunting him about you, he tries to forget all about you. But it doesn’t seem to work the way he’d like to. Warnings: violence (kind of explicit), murder, death, blood, fluff, mentions of sex (blowjob, but it’s really quick and nothing too explicit), swearing

Word Count: 3732

A/N: A lot of the chapter is written from “Bucky’s POV”, hope that’s ok. Just wanted to give you an insight into his life as well. And because he’s got some decisions to make.

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The car ride towards the mansion was silent and tense. He knew Steve would be in the cells, beating the crap out of the guys, and he smirked at the image. He couldn’t wait to get there and take care of the matter. He hated scumbags like that, running around forcing themselves on women, in the death of a night, two on one. Bucky knew he could be an ass towards women, but he would never push himself on them sexually, that was a huge no-go for him and his men. They might have been mobsters, but that didn’t mean they didn’t have any morals.

Bucky was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t recognise they were at home before Peter tapped his shoulder lightly. When he saw the murderous look on his boss’ face, he took a step back, and let Bucky get out of the car.

He couldn’t hear anything even when he started to descend the stairs, because he made sure the cells were sound-proof, precisely for situations like this one. He didn’t need his maids to hear the deathly yells and whines of some assholes.

When he finally entered the room, a gruesome sight welcomed him.

The two men from the city were tied to chairs, their heads hanging low, sobs leaving their bodies. Their faces were bloodied and bruised, their breaths shallow. His men had to take a number of them for them to look that way. But Bucky didn’t care. All that mattered to him was that they were still alive, waiting for him and his judgement.

Steve was standing beside the guy who tried to run away, while Brock was holding a collar of the other one. They both looked at their boss and nodded their heads before letting the guys go and stepping behind Bucky.

Bucky could see as the two lowlives sighed in what seemed to be a relief after countless minutes of being tortured. Bucky grinned wickedly, the most fun part was just starting, and they had no idea of that.

“Gentlemen, can you tell me why we’ve gathered here?” Bucky said nonchalantly, and both men in front of him swiftly raised their heads and dread set in their eyes. Neither of them was willing to talk, and it only spurred Bucky on.

“You’ve been naughty boys, I must tell you. You know, your fate would be much happier and easier if you took on someone who could defend themselves, you know? If you like, I don’t know, fought other two guys, or something, we wouldn’t have to be here. But no. You had to get out of your fucking way to find easy targets, women walking alone, rushing home at night, and you jumped at them and raped them. Does it seem fair to you? There is two of you, and you aren’t the smallest guys ever, and you deliberately chose women who you saw were no MMA fighters. Doesn’t seem fucking fair to me, what you think boys?”

Bucky turned around to face his men who all shook their heads, grunting their no, not fair at all and letting Bucky retake the floor.

“You know, I thought of what to do to you, and there was one particular thing that I thought was, you know, fair. You were raping women, so, how about we raped you?”

Their eyes went wide, and their skins got two shades lighter, blood rushing from their faces. They grunted and tried to free themselves, but there was no running away from their fates. Bucky strutted towards the table at the farthest side of the room and opened a cupboard, pulling something out. When he turned around, chuckles could be heard booming throughout the cell.

Bucky was holding two massive wooden sticks.

“Prepare to lose your virginity boys, this is gonna hurt,” Sam hollered from one of the corners and smirked. Bucky chuckled darkly and handed him one of the sticks, to which Sam’s eyes gleamed like child’s on Christmas Eve. The second was given to Steve, who only nodded with a grin plastered on his face, and Bucky brought a chair in front of the guys, to watch the whole thing comfortably.

“Let’s begin, shall we?”

—-

Beams of sunlight made it to the stairs leading towards the cells, on which many of the men were now walking upwards from the room. The deed was done, and they were all tired. Bucky made Peter and Luke, the other new guy, clean up all the blood and dispose of the bodies. He didn’t have the energy nor the need to take care of that as well.

Bucky was exhausted, but he still needed to make sure you were alright. He checked his phone and found out that it was already past 8 AM. He still wasn’t sure if you were asleep or not, and if you were, he definitely didn’t want to interrupt your so needed relax. He typed a quick message to you, asking you if you were alright and if you needed anything.

He made it to his room, which to a surprise of many wasn’t a dark, cold room, but was actually very welcoming, with the ivory walls and matching satin sheets on the massive mahogany bed. But before he could delve into the beautiful slumber, he needed a shower. There was blood on his hands, both literally and metaphorically, and he needed to wash it away. He didn’t feel remorse or anything like that, he was actually happy the world was rid of two assholes. He was more pissed than anything that a splatter of blood stained his shirt.

He made quick work of discarding his clothes into the washing machine, hoping the stains would come out. When the first splatter of hot water hit his body, his form and soul both relaxed at the same moment. He was actually glad the night was over. New York was a little safer, his men could have some good old-fashioned fun with torture, and their relationship with the police was better than ever.

And she is ok, a voice in his head whispered, and he let the water touch his hair. Yeah, and you were ok, and somehow, just the image of you not being ok made his insides clench involuntarily. He didn’t understand what was going on, but he didn’t necessarily like it. He pushed the image of you laying on the pavement, unconscious to the back of his mind and quickly finished in the shower.

He then checked his phone for a new message from you, but when he saw nothing was there, he told himself that you were genuinely ok and that he deserved at least a few hours of peaceful sleep.

It was little after 11 when he heard a soft buzzing next to his head. He was still drowsy, so he looked for the source of the small noise, and when he could feel his vibrating phone in his hand, he mindlessly picked up.

“Hey, Bucky,” your tired voice sounded from the speaker, and he was suddenly awake. Multiple possible scenarios ran through his head, all of them dark and evil.

“Are you ok? Where are you? Should I come for you? TALK TO ME, Y/N.” He raised his voice, and he could hear a sigh at the other end of the phone.

“I’m fine, calm down. I just woke up and wanted to let you know I was ok, but if I should call another time…”

Bucky listened to your sleepy voice, and he calmed his head down. You were fine. You were at home and in your bed, and nothing was trying to kill you, or anything like that. He heard a light knock on his door before he could see Sam’s head in the door. When he saw that Bucky was awake, he made it to one of the chairs in the middle of the room. Bucky didn’t pay him any attention and continued with his phone call.

“No, I’m glad you’re calling, I just woke up as well. So, how are you feeling?”

“Good, I’m good. Not really into the idea of ever leaving my apartment but other than that, I’m great.”

Bucky sighed and closed his eyes. “I know, doll, but you gotta get out of there someday.”

Sam raised an eyebrow but didn’t say a thing, just sat there and listened.

“Duh, I’m aware of that, it’s just the feeling of safety left my body when they ambushed me, and now I feel like they’ll be there every time I walk out of my door, waiting because they have unfinished business.”

“Don’t you worry about them, Y/N. They’ve been taken care of, and they won’t ever hurt anybody else, most definitely not you.”

Silence followed, and Bucky could almost hear the wheels in your mind, turning. “I shouldn’t be glad that you killed someone, but I just can’t help it. So thank you for taking care of me and of all the things, because you didn’t have to and you did it anyway. Thank you, Bucky.”

He smiled at your soft tone. “Anytime, doll, anytime.”

“Well, let’s hope you won’t have to do anything like that ever again, most definitely not for me.”

Bucky chuckled and imagined your face, all doe-like, with your eyes a little wider and your mouth agape, telling him not to kill people for her. “I’ll try my best, Y/N. Go back to sleep, you sound like you need a few more hours.”

“Aye aye, Captain. You do too, ok?”

“Ok, doll. Sleep tight.” Bucky said and hung up the phone, looking at snickering Sam.

“Oh, I’ll try my best, m’lady. Oh, oh, oh.” Sam mocked him, and Bucky threw a pillow his way. Sam couldn’t see it over his hysterical laughing, and so it hit him square in the head.

Bucky chuckled at his best friend and got out of bed.

“But seriously, dude, you sound so fucking whipped that it ain’t nice. Where’s the fuckboy I grew to love, huh?” Sam didn’t let the matter go.

Bucky growled in annoyance and continued to ignore him. He dressed in his usual attire: tight black jeans, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket.

“You wanna settle down with the chick or what?”

Bucky turned around swiftly to face Sam, murderous look on his face. “I’m not fucking settling, ok? She was almost raped last night, so I just wanted to make sure she was ok.”

“Whatever, man. You know better than I do that it’s not just about yesterday. You’ve been thinking about her ever since you met her at the bar, we can see she’s all you think of. And that’s ok. But be a fucking man and do something about it, or go back to your old self. Don’t tell me you’re still the same guy while you’re in love with some pussy.”

“I’m not fucking in love. Jesus fucking Christ, Sam. What do you want me to do? Fuck some random slut so that you see I don’t give a shit about Y/N?”

Sam didn’t react to that and only shook his head at his friend’s behaviour. He always tried to be the spitting image of what his father couldn’t, and Sam was sick of it. Bucky’s whole existence was about not letting a woman rule over his life, and he was always determined to show everyone that no pussy could sway him.

But Sam saw that Bucky was into the new girl, the soft chuckles and his actual friendly side which he was showing her were betraying him. Sam just wanted Bucky to admit that there might be a possibility that not all of the women were that bad and that having one by his side wouldn’t be the end of the fucking world. He just feared he pissed off Bucky enough for him to do something stupid he would regret later.

“You came in to give me a lecture about my love life or was there something you actually needed?”

“Stark is coming. He said he’s got some new things for you, if you wanted, and he wanted to show you.”

Bucky nodded and ascended towards his office, where most of his meetings took place. Stark Industry was one of the biggest players on the gun market, and Bucky was one of his main customers. Over the years, they build a steady relationship, even friendship, to the point where they’d call each other from time to time, just to check on the other. Bucky was actually glad Tony was there, just to put his mind on a different course, not having to think about what Sam bugged him about.

—-

When the night came, and Tony left the mansion, Bucky thought of what to do with his night. He might have been in the club just a night ago, but he was there for business. He wasn’t there to take someone home, as he usually did.

Bucky knew you called him two times while he was at the meeting and he had to do everything in his power not to get up and call you just to make sure you were ok. But he told himself that he’s not gonna be somebody’s bitch and that he’s got better things to do than making sure one girl was ok.

He told Sam and Steve about his plan for the night, to which they only raised their eyebrows but said nothing. From the determined look on his face, they both knew they couldn’t sway him even if they wanted to.

They all silently sat in the car and let Peter drive them towards the Compound. Neither Sam nor Steve knew how to cut the tense atmosphere in the car, so they just sat there, staring blankly out of the windows. They really hoped Bucky wasn’t making a mistake by trying to prove to them something they really didn’t need him to.

When they got to the club, all eyes were on them. It wasn’t far from truth to say they were probably the most eligible bachelors in town, and all the women there knew it. Sure, some of them were obviously scared shitless so they wouldn’t even look their way, but most of them were running towards them, pantiless.

They all sat down at their usual places, watching as the bodies on the dance floor mingled and became one sweaty form. Bucky could see a few of the women watching him intently, waiting for a sign that they have been chosen to be the fun of the night, or a month for the luckiest of them.

One caught his eye. It wasn’t even that she was attractive to him, but her hair matched the colour of yours perfectly. He whispered something to Drax who got up and when towards the girl, gesturing that Bucky would like to talk to her. She giggled and almost run towards where Bucky was seated. He wanted to roll his eyes. You would never run toward him like that. He scolded himself internally because you weren’t supposed to be on his mind, not when he was trying to get another girl to bed.

He checked his phone to see if you called him again, or at least texted him, but after the few missed calls, there was radio silence from you.

The girl made her way towards Bucky and sat so close Bucky could smell her perfume. He didn’t particularly like it, but that didn’t matter. She would have to do for the night, he told himself and smiled at her.

She giggled stupidly and took a lock of her hair and started twirling it between her fingers, looking at Bucky through her obviously fake lashes. Bucky could swear he saw the glue stuck to her eyelid, but he didn’t want to make her feel too bad, so he just smiled politely.

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Dennise. It’s so nice to meet you, Bucky, I’ve heard so much about you, you’re like a legend here, haha, and look at me, sitting in your booth, chatting with you like we’re old friends.”

Bucky had to stop himself from actually cringing. She was nothing like you, and it irritated him. He suddenly missed your personality, when you would tell him off as easily as if he was just another John. This girl was clinging to him already, and he didn’t even have to try. Whatever, Bucky! You’re here to show everyone you’re no whipped pussy. He told himself and ordered the girl a drink of his choice. Bucky knew you’d hate it, especially if he ordered you something you didn’t particularly like.

The girl, Dennise, was taking care of all the conversation. Even if she asked Bucky a question, she would never wait for him to answer and would keep on talking. Bucky was taking shot after shot, trying to get himself drunk enough so that he’d forget all about you, and would enjoy a night with a stupid girl, just like he always did.

But no matter how much alcohol did he take, he couldn’t get rid of your face in front of him. It was as if you were haunting him, always there, even when he blinked. Damn you and your Y/E/C eyes. He felt like you were staring right into his soul, and you weren’t even there. No girl had ever made think of her, not even when they stayed for a whole month.

But Bucky was nothing if not determined. He suddenly gripped Dennise’s hand and dragged her out of there, her girly giggles with her. He stopped before the car and turned to face her.

“I’d like to fuck, are you up for that?” He asked, and she eagerly nodded with what sounded like a forced moan of yes spilling out of her mouth.

“Good, get in the car, and we can have some fun together.” She obediently followed his orders.

The car ride was nowhere near as sexually fuelled as the one he took with you. Dennise was on his lap, kissing down his neck and grinding on his crotch, but no matter how much he tried, he just couldn’t get in the mood. He thought it would get better when they were finally at his apartment, but he was wrong.

Even in his bachelor pad, he couldn’t bring himself to actually enjoy what Dennise was doing. Bucky was sitting on a sofa, Dennise between his legs. He closed his eyes, trying to really get into it, and he could feel a warmth spreading from his lower belly when she gave him few kitten licks. He grunted when he took him into her mouth properly, and before he could stop himself, he moaned out your name. He forgot where he was, and his brain took him to the place where he actually wanted to be if he admitted it to himself or not.

Dennise giggled and whispered, probably thinking she was seducing him. “I can be whoever you want me to be, baby.” She winked at him and made her way back to his crotch, but his hand stopped her.

“Look, I bet you’re a really nice girl, but I’m not feeling like myself tonight. Maybe another time, ok?” She was staring at him blankly, not understanding what he was saying, both from the alcohol coursing through her veins and from the disappointment she was feeling.

“But, I could make you feel real good, Bucky, I promise, let me show you.” But Bucky was already on his feet, taking her by her elbow and leading her towards the door. “I mean it, Dennise, goodbye.”

Before she knew it, she was standing in front of a closed door, with Bucky’s bodyguards leading her away from the building, being so nice to actually drive her whenever she wished.

Sam and Steve watched the girl leave with confused looks on their faces. Steve knocked reluctantly, and when the door opened, they revealed dishevelled Bucky standing there. He motioned for them to come in and shut the door behind them.

“Don’t you dare tell me I’m whipped man, ‘cause I’m not. I just wasn’t feeling like it today.” Bucky mumbled and brought a glass of water to his lips.

“I was just joking this morning, man. You’re taking it all too seriously. So what, you like Y/N, what’s wrong with that? She seemed like a girl who could actually deal with you on a daily level and not going completely nuts from your bullshit.”

Bucky smiled at that a little because he had to admit you were the only girl who ever spoke up in his presence. You had an attitude, you were always yourself, and Bucky admired that.

“I just don’t want to make the same mistake my father did, you know? I mean, mum died because dad couldn’t protect her properly, and Julia almost took all of his money. Just because he was blinded by love. I don’t want any of that to happen to me. For fuck’s sake, I’m the most feared person on the East Side, and here I am, whining about a girl like some sappy teenager. What the fuck is wrong with me?”

Steve chuckled lightly and patted Bucky’s thigh. “Just give her a chance, pal, that’s all we’re saying. Nobody’s telling you to marry her tomorrow, but maybe stop being the mafia boss around her and show her that you can be your own person as well.”

Bucky thought for a second before he mumbled. “What if she doesn’t like that person, huh?” Steve dishevelled his hair even more. “Then she’s not worth it. We’re old enough to not be lonely all the time, and fucking different pussy every night, it gets old, man.”

Bucky looked at his friends thankfully, giving them a cracked smile, and feeling a little better about the whole thing. They were right. He couldn’t be scared till the rest of his life. And maybe you didn’t even like him that way. All he had to do was to find out and let you in, at least a little bit. Bucky smiled to himself before he remembered that you called him multiple times that day and that he ignored each one.

He groaned and threw his head back. Why did he always have to be such a jerk?

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My very own Prince Charming (Bucky x reader Royal AU) - Pt. 1

Word count: 4705

Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Queen!reader

Warning: Mild cursing

A:/N: I don't know much about royal protocols and other stuff so I mostly based myself on the Princess Diaries and some googling. Message me if you wanna be tagged in upcoming parts or updates on my masterlist. Also, this won’t match the MCU timeline, but will have some elements of the plot. And, for the sake of the story, S.H.I.E.L.D. is an international organization.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE MARVEL CHARACTERS/ PLOT.

Twenty three years ago, international intelligence had detected activity of Hydra members inside King James’ palace, and his only son, and heir to the crown, had received multiple threats. At first, the stubborn monarch didn’t make major changes, claiming Hydra was only cultivating fear. The prince was kidnapped, and only then were exhaustive measures taken, and; in a matter of a few months, he was found and taken back home.

It was hard not to notice that the traumatic experience had affected both the boy and his father, for the two of them had grown paranoid of something happening to them, or to their kingdom. So, internal security was doubled and the prince was sent into hiding. 

But the problem was nowhere near eliminated. More recent investigations had unmasked the nation’s Prime Minister, Alexander Pierce, and other members of the court, as Hydra spies and, considering the events that had unfolded before, you couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw how relaxed the old king seemed to be with it all. 

That morning, he had strolled into your palace with the warm smile that he always seemed to wear; and, only after drinking his peppermint tea, did he step into the meeting room.

It had been an hour since then. 

Now, you were desperately trying to keep your composure. The meeting had been going on and on in what seemed like circles and King James Barnes could not bring himself to understand how serious the situation was. 

With Pierce imprisoned, the king openly expressed his intention to bring his son back into the spotlight. This, you thought, was the most reckless decision he could make, and you didn't keep it to yourself. As soon as you heard, you asked to meet him to make him see the risks of the whole plan. After all, it affected you directly, given that the prince was your betrothed. 

“Your majesty, I believe that matter was already taken care of, Minister Pierce and the rest of the traitors were imprisoned for their actions,” he assured, with his silver brows frowned. 

“That’s not enough, it’s unsafe and idiotic for Prince James to come back until the whole engine of Hydra is dismantled.” You took a sip of your coffee, trying to appear calm. 

“They’ll spend the rest of their days in maximum security; that will deliver the message. There is nothing to worry about.''

“Hydra won’t even flinch with their imprisonment, Prince James won’t be welcome here until the coast is clearer or international measures are taken,” you stated, crossing your arms. 

"That’s not a call for you to make, dear. I Will make the arrangements for my son to be sent here, as I had agreed with your father and the parliament of Galicia, and wedding preparations will commence as soon as he arrives."

They won't get any more fear from us," he looked at you pointedly; "from neither of our kingdoms”.

… 

You had met Tony Stark a few years prior, at the annual Diamond Aircraft Industries Convention and Exhibition, which you were both attending as honored guests. Just needed to say that, In Bruce's words, everything had gone downhill from there. 

He was one of the most frequent guests at the palace and you were one of the most distinguished figures to attend his parties; but, it was more than that. Since your friendship with the businessman began developing, you tested the waters and, bit by bit, grew to trust him. You became the closest of friends, and each other’s esporadical, charge-free therapists. 

For obvious reasons,  he told you all about his media starboy business, but you barely knew what went on downstairs, in his lab. Same went for him; you didn’t tell him everything, and he understood. But both of you had the vice of rambling a lot; so he had a good idea of the royal gossip going on in your life, and you had a few clues about his mad-scientist mystery.

There wasn’t much rambling, at the moment; just the therapy part. Your head rested between your hands while your mind drifted off, softly singing along the AC/DC album playing from the computer in front of you, thinking about possible solutions for the problem at hand. However, the awfully permanent smirk plastered on your friend's face didn't help at all. You groaned, lifting your head and frowning at the billionaire. 

“So… you’re not gonna marry him? There's one little problem standing in your way,” Tony scoffed, filling two glasses with his  finest Macallan. “Kind of a big problem actually: thirty-seven parliament members who'll have your head if you go all Princess Diaries on them. Not to mention Jimbo and junior, and daddy's ghost roaming around your castle." 

“Well, it's the only solution I can think of, daddy dearest sure managed to leave me between a gun and a wall, and not figuratively. I can’t call off the engagement just try to postpone it, that way, at least the king will have no reason to take his son back home anytime soon and, hopefully, I avoid getting a terrorist pain in the ass.” 

He leaned on the counter, taking a long sip of his drink. “Why do you care so much about Prince Charming; for all we know, old Jamey may have some Kingsman business under the table and, wedding or not, it’s gonna involve Galicia” 

“That’s what I’m afraid of, haven't you seen the news? How useful can a secret plan be if his government is basically Hydra's headquarters by now?” 

"Well, from the PG civilian version that you, and half of the journals worldwide, have told me, all of us are eventually gonna get bugged by Hydra, so you might as well make up a pro-wedding plan, which leads me to my field of expertise. Whatever you do, don't even try to pull a Mia Thermopolis. Trust me, the cameras are gonna be all over you, now more than ever; so, unless you wanna go from princess to pauper real quick, you need to behave.”

You emptied your glass, sitting back. "Nothing to worry about then. I’d rather hide under a rock than face a camera right now. Besides, don’t really know what they find appealing about my life; they already have Prince Harry and his American Girl, turning everything into some reality show.”

He quirked a brow, snickering. “No offense, but your life’s basically the royal edition of Parental control.”

"Fuck off. I'm not even against marrying the guy; I mean, how bad can it be?"

"Let’s see, um, Donald Trump bad, Charlie Sheen bad, Alec Baldwin bad,” he grimaced, “Amber Heard bad, ooh… Caytlin Jenner bad, want me to continue?" 

"I get it, Stark, it may not be ideal; but I'm really not bothered by an arranged marriage.”

“He could be ten years old,” he began fidgeting with a paper, making tiny balls out of it. 

You glared at him, “he’s not”.

“Could be gay,” he declared, throwing one of the balls into the trash can across the kitchen. 

“Wouldn’t be a bad thing, look at Philip of Orleans,” You tried to dodge, but the next ball hit you on the nose. You picked it up from your lap, and threw it back at him. 

“Cheesy,”

“There’s worse things.”

“Bald,” 

“Seriously, Tony?” You complained, standing up and turning the light on. You then moved past your previous spot on the kitchen chair, going straight for the couch. You let yourself fall gracelessly and padded the spot next to you, where Tony sprawled himself with a huff. 

“Or… he could be a cocky bastard.” 

“Already got practice with those.” You smirked, smacking him lightly  on the back of his head.

“Glad my bickering made you feel better,” he smiled at you. 

You laughed. “Fuck you, Jimmy Neutron.” 

“You wish,” he chuckled, grabbing the remote. 

—————————————

Two weeks passed, and it was done. No turning back now, Prince James had been sent to his kingdom and, after some father-son quality time, was supposed to arrive at your palace that very morning, for you to finally meet him in the afternoon. 

You felt like a complete idiot, like a high school girl. The last time you had seen the prince, you were both five, so all you could do was wonder how he had changed over the years. You had breakfast with an ambassador from the Global Charities Aid Foundation, but it had practically passed in a blur. Before you would’ve liked, you found yourself in the limousine, on your way back home, with the major part of the day still ahead of you. 

Your gaze was glued to the driver’s head, you were motionless. 

Thinking. 

What were you supposed to say to him? “Hey, you’re welcome to put us all in danger, make yourself at home. By the way, I think your father’s a dickhead”?... not appropriate. It had to go something along the lines of “Your highness, hi. Welcome to your future home but still my kingdom. But, hey! you get to  choose our wedding cake.”... no, too straight forward. 

“After speaking to Colonel Rhodes at eleven, you'll be heading to the Marbella room at three, for greeting and welcoming the prince and his people; and later, at four, a sweet two hours of document verification and signing.”

It had to be perfect; consistent, not sharp… kind, but not weak… polite, but not passive agress—

“Y/N, are you even listening to me?"

You huffed, “No.” 

Clint, one of your attachés, scoffed at your attitude but gave you an encouraging, soft smile. “Rhodes, prince, letters,” he clarified. 

"Maybe a few gallons of coffee to go with it? I’m sure the breakfast meeting left us all half asleep," suggested your bodyguard, Pietro. 

You let out a strangled laugh, but remained zoned out, until the intrigued gazes your bodyguard kept sending your way became too obvious.

“Do I have something on my face, Piet, or do you simply enjoy staring?” You spoke without catching his eye.

“Yes, no, nevermind… it’s just… there’s something on your face; a ‘gonna meet my husband’ look, kinda makes you look nervous.” 

“Really?” Clint jeered.

You loured at him, earning an apologetic puppy look. 

You chuckled, genuinely this time. Pietro could be annoying at times, he spoke without filter and got himself in trouble; but you couldn’t stay mad at him, the little shit always managed to make you laugh.

The limousine came to a stop, right in front of the palace. The door was opened for you, so you breathed once and graciously made your exit, followed by Pietro and Clint. 

Arriving home always brought a smile to your face; the marble facade of the place, together with the colorful gardens, the blue of the sky, and the friendly faces of your staff and household members made you momentarily forget about what was to come. 

“Your majesty, Mr. Barton,” grinned Wanda, your other attaché. “How was your meeting?” 

“Not that bad," you found yourself smiling at her. 

“Don’t I deserve a greeting?” asked Pietro, but his sister only rolled his eyes.

You scoffed at their quibbling. “How’s everything going? Has the Colonel arrived yet?” 

“He’s waiting for you in the library.” 

“Thanks, Wanda; I’ll see you later.” You made your way inside, closely followed by Pietro.

The Colonel was sitting on a velvet chair, going over a pile of paperwork. As soon as you made an appearance through the waiting room’s door, he stood up and subtly curtsied. “Your Majesty, Lieutenant Maximoff,” he greeted. 

“Sorry for the wait, Colonel. Shall we begin?” You opened the library door, allowing both men to go inside before you. 

You proceeded to settle on your desk, with your guest sitting in front of you. Pietro stationed himself at the door and adopted a firm posture, head held high and hands behind his back.

“Lieutenant, would you be kind enough to leave us alone?” 

Complying with his superior’s words, Pietro unlocked the door but, when he was about to open it, you said, “Lieutenant, please stay. Colonel, whatever you need to speak to me as my head of security, I’m sure the commander of the royal guard, whom you personally named, poses no danger.” 

“As you wish, your majesty; but I'm here to talk about a matter of absolute secrecy.”

You exhaled. 

“As you know, with the current situation, it would be wise for you to take measures in regards to your personal protection. I know we're talking about not only an anarchist, but terrorist organization, which requires the employment of country-wide measures, but members of King James's War and Defense council have expressed their desire to keep our actions minimal, to see how Hydra proceeds.” 

You quipped, “They want an attack.”

“I’m afraid so”, he nodded. 

“Fine, they want discretion, we'll give it to them. I want SHIELD involved. While the King's people work on whatever it is they are doing, I want someone there to get information from Pierce and the other inmates. No need to worry about me.”

"That'll certainly end up in diplomatic issues if we don't consult the World Security Council first," he said as he scanned his planner notebook, looking for the other topics he had selected for going over. 

"Too flashy," you mumbled, thinking.

“Maybe contact commander Hill,” suggested Pietro, who had heard about her reputation.

“Who?” you tilted your head.

“SHIELD’s Deputy Director”, clarified Rhodes, then prompted Pietro to continue. 

He looked into Rhodes’ eyes, then yours. “Once you tell her about his majesty’s plan of not having a plan, I’m sure she’ll assign someone without having to involve diplomacy.” 

“What do you, think, Colonel?”

“I’ll speak to her, and update you on the course of action that she recommends.” 

Pietro smirked, his chest sticking out.

“Great.” You nodded.

He scratched the topic from his list, “on a different matter, I wanted to ask if you had already set a date for the arranged visit of the  newly named members of the War and Defense council. I was thinking of next Friday, for dinner?” 

“Friday is perfect, Colonel.” You smiled, “I’ll see them at eight pm on that day.”

….

You had three hours to spare before the most dreaded meeting you've had since the reading of your father’s will. It was only natural for your head to be foggy but you couldn’t afford to waltz through the day like that. Fresh air, that’s what you needed. 

Discarding your trench, heels and dress, you jumped into a (classic avenger disguise) pair of skinny jeans and a hoodie, making sure your face was more or less concealed by sunglasses and a baseball cap. Ready to go, you walked out walked out the door but, as expected, you didn’t even reach the stairs. 

“Where’ you headed, your majesty?,” inquired Pietro, crossing his arms and lifting a brow. 

He was the most loyal friend one could ask for, but annoyingly rigorous when it came to his job. He had to know where you were and who you were with, especially outside the castle’s protection. 

“Just want some coffee, and maybe a croissant,” you tried to walk past him, but he grabbed your arm softly. 

“You know all that you need to do is say the word, right? The kitchen’s a call away.” Now, he was messing with you; you could tell by his boyish smirk.

“You know what I mean,” you playfully punched his arm. 

“Fine,” he lifted his hands defensively, “meet you downstairs.”

After you practically sprinted to the first floor, you sat down at the lobby and waited for your shadow. He walked down the stairs wearing a pair of gray joggers and a white basic v-neck, not forgetting his earpiece and gun, carefully concealed under his jacket. 

Both of the guards at the entrance bowed slightly and opened the wooden door. 

“Who would’ve thought you’d take babysitting so seriously?” You teased. 

“Well, don’t wanna deal with Clint and Wanda yelling at me for losing you; not to mention Rhodes and Stark, ” he deadpanned. “Would be annoying. Also, I’d have to go job-hunting.”

“I’m sure you’d manage, I mean, half of Hollywood would cut an ear off for you to work for them.” 

“What can I say, guess I'm that good at my job.” 

You scoffed, “I bet their thoughts drift off to things a bit over your pay-grade.''

“Well, my ‘pay-grade’,” he air quoted, “ is negotiable.” 

You quirked a brow at him, smirking, “eew.”

“You’re just jealous,” he taunted. “I’m sorry, but you're like my other sister."

"Yeah, right."

"One that's also my boss, kinda weird relationship; but, eh, you get the point."

You chuckled, letting the scene fall into a comfortable silence as you walked, occasionally hitting each other with your shoulders. After a few minutes, you arrived at your favorite coffee shop, and sat down on a table at the back. 

When he placed two huge cups on the table, you laughed, “you weren’t kidding about the gallons of coffee.”

“Oh, you wanted some too, my bad.” He grabbed a cup with each hand, holding them out of your reach.

“Oh yeah?” You took hold of the cardboard plate which held both of your donuts and put it on your lap, under the table. 

When you had your fill, and bought a few pastries to go, you made your way back to the castle. 

“You know, we should lay down for a bit,” you voiced. “There, under the trees.” 

“Don’t you have a blind date in like two hours?”  Not that you don’t look hot right now, but you need to get all royalled up.” 

Your smile disappeared, “Shit, you’re right.” 

With the park now behind you, minutes went by as you walked through the crowded street with Pietro, animatedly discussing some recent soccer games. 

You noticed that some odd looks were directed your way, so you tried to ignore them. Maybe it was just your imagination,  maybe they had just recognized you. Better brush it off… you adjusted your hood and continued. But the whispers and snickering were a reaction you never got when seen in public. 

It didn’t seem to stop. Now you were sure it wasn’t just you, so you looked at Pietro, silently asking for help. As a response, he placed an arm around your shoulders, shielding your face a bit better.

You continued talking as if nothing happened, but it was useless; even if the glances only came from some random pedestrians, it was getting pretty awkward. 

You were about to stop walking, when you felt an unfamiliar hand tapping your shoulder. 

“I’m really sorry, but you have a bloodstain on your pants,” the stranger  scratched the back of his neck, clearly taken aback by the situation. 

“Here.” He offered his denim jacket, which, after thinking about it for a moment, you accepted, wrapping it around your waist . 

You smiled at him, and he visibly relaxed, “thanks.” 

“You’re welcome.” He gave you one last tight-lip smile and began toward the other side of the road, but still in the same direction in which you were going. 

Pietro softly pushed you forward, prompting you to say something; “he gave you his jacket,” he mumbled. 

“So?” 

“Flirting,” he coughed. 

You weren't supposed to; heck, you were on your way to meet your fiancé, but there was no  harm in small talk… right? You took a breath, it was the first time you did this, so you had absolutely no idea what to say. 

You took a step forward, then eyed Pietro, who urged you to continue… Here went nothing.

“I’m Y/N/N.”

He turned around, all of the sudden radiating confidence. 

With an alluring smile that made his indigo eyes twinkle, he replied, “Bucky, nice to meet you.” 

Pietro quietly snickered beside you, then opened his mouth, “and I’m Pietro, her boyf-”.

“Best friend”—you elbowed him in his right side— “he's my best friend.” 

Bucky’s gaze drifted between the two of you. After hesitating for a second, he chose to believe you. 

“So, where' you headed?” He asked. 

You lied with ease, giving him a charming smile, “I have a meeting near the palace, how ‘bout you?” 

“Same actually, wanna walk together?” His eyes drifted awkwardly between you and Pietro, “the… three of us?” 

“Actually, my sister just texted me, says she needs help with, uhh, her cat; he's been... acting weird lately. Bye Y/N/N.”

 Just like that, Pietro left. Only, he didn’t. 

He had to keep an eye on you, so he was just gonna keep his distance.

“So, your best friend…” Bucky trailed off, hands half inside the pockets of his jeans. 

“Yup,” you popped the ‘P’, "but let’s not talk about him. Your accent...,” you noted, “where are you from?” 

“I’ve been living in New York for quite some time,” he didn’t answer your question, but you gave it no mind. 

"What brought you all the way here?” You adjusted his jacket around your waist.

He scratched the back of his neck, letting out a breath.

"I… sorry, you don't have to-...," you atoned, but he cut you off. 

“Relax, doll, it’s fine," he assured. "My father called me last week, basically told me to drop everything and come help out with some family business.”

 The way in which he spoke picked your interest; it wasn't with resentment or bitterness, which you'd have expected from someone who had basically left everything on hold, but just as if he had been waiting for that to happen. Nevertheless, his voice came out thicker than it had before, so you could tell he was clearly affected by it. 

Unsure whether or not to change the topic, you asked, "what's New York like? I’ve never been there.”  

He chuckled softly, lifting his brows, "exhausting, fast-paced, it's like everyone's in a rush all the time. it's surprisingly homely; the people, the sights, everything's great but, you know, the food’s what I love the most.” 

You looked at him quizzically, tried to suppress a laugh, “seriously?”

“The touristy places aren’t bad, but, when you have an expert guide, that’d be me, it’s something else.” 

“Guess I’ll have to take your word for it,” you removed your hood, but fixed your hair so it would frame your face. 

“For now, you’ll have to.” He bit his lower lip, masking a smile. 

Did he just say ‘for now’? Of course he did. You chuckled nervously, doing what you could to get rid of the silences that had surfaced. 

“So, what else do you hide?, apart from being an expert New York foodie, of course,” you finally asked.

“I own a small gallery in Brooklyn,” he explained. “My friend, Steve, he’s an artist; we show and sell most of his work there,” his right hand moved to his hair, fixing a rebel strand. “But, enough ‘bout me. My turn to ask.” 

“Okay, shoot.”

“Ideal date.” He declared, with the same bold smile that, to be honest, made your knees tremble. 

This time, you straight up laughed at how straight forward he was. 

Before you’d have liked, you reached your destination. The World Trade Center and the Wakandan international aid center stood tall before you, in front of a subway station that led straight to the castle. 

Instead of heading down the subway stairs, you smiled at him and stopped walking. “Well, this is me. It was nice walking with you, uh.. take care.” 

You waved goodbye and walked to the buildings as fast as you could, avoiding any more conversation. 

“Wait!” Bucky urged, “didn’t catch your number.” 

You gave him his jacket back, together with an apologetic, tight lipped smile, and stepped inside. 

What was Pietro thinking? No, what were you thinking? If people at the palace heard a word of it, you'd never get a break.  Through the window, you saw him jogging toward the subway station with a slight frown on his face, and mentally cursed. 

With that taken care of, you could focus on fixing your bloody situation so you could get to the palace (sort of) on time.

You waited until Bucky was out of sight and sprinted across the street, toward the recently opened Wakandan aid center. When you entered the lobby, you greeted the staff and walked to the receptionist’s desk. 

Amare was the woman who assisted you every time you came to meet king T’Challa or the ambassador, so you didn’t hesitate to ask her for a tampon, a pad, whatever she had at hand, really.

She handed you a tampon and you rushed to the restroom. Once out, you  glanced out the window to make sure the coast was clear. After thanking her and saying goodbye, you went toward the subway station. Your hand flew to your jean’s back pocket and, by heart, you dialed your prime minister’s number. 

“I assume you're running late.” His voice was tired; no, calm, yet aggravated.

"Hey, Bruce," you sang, trying to lighten the mood.

"Y/N.” 

His voice was still cold, but softer. You sighed and went straight to the point. Bruce was one of the most patient and understanding people you Knew, but you didn’t wanna push him too far. He was known for having quite a thin temper, which you had personally experienced only two times and wanted to keep it that way.

“Please, could you entertain Prince James and his people?, just for a bit,” you were panting, jogging down the stairs. “I’m begging you, I just had a little problem.” 

“Of course I'll help you," he sighed.  “Just make sure you get here before they leave.”

“So, so funny," you rolled your eyes. “See you at twenty.” 

He coughed, “ten.” 

He already knew there was no hope of you arriving on time. This was a frequent conversation between the two of you; whether it was for an official matter, or whatever else that required your presence. 

As soon as the phone call ended, your train arrived. You opted for standing up, wanting to avoid leaving a crime scene on the plastic seat; your hand grabbed the pole, and your left foot bounced restlessly. Practically jumping out of the train, you sprinted to the palace and straight to your room. 

Shower, tampon, dress, makeup, hair, and you were out the door, with your shoes in your hand. Heels could wait. 

Record time, you thought, falling limp on one of the chairs outside the throne room; proceeding to put your stilettos on and fix other minor details. 

While you were at it, Pietro, who was leaning against the doorway, made his presence known. “You know, something tells me there’s a story that I’d like to hear”. 

“You literally shadowed me the whole way home, Piet, you got first row seats for the entire thing.” You glanced at his navy blue suit through your makeup mirror, as you fixed your lipstick. 

He loosened his tie a little bit. “Just to be clear, I wasn’t listening,” he claimed. 

You rolled your eyes. "Of course you weren't.”

“How nosy do you think I am?” 

“Very.” 

He protested weakly but you gave it no mind, your heart was pounding and your hands were shaking. You inhaled and closed them into fists, then grabbed the handle of the door. 

You were about to open it, then you stopped. “I don’t think I can do this.” 

Pietro grabbed your arms and gently rubbed up and down. “It’s gonna be fine.”

“What if it’s not,” you mumbled. 

“You have nothing to worry about.” He turned you around so he could face you. "If he doesn't like you, I'm sure he'll change his mind in no time; I mean, look at you. And, if he ever tries to hurt you or take over your throne, you know I'll kill him, remember that." 

You hugged him tightly. "Thanks," you whispered into his shoulder. 

At first, you opened the door just enough for your voice to be heard, so your name could be announced.

“In comes her royal majesty, Queen Y/N from the house of Y/L/N; and Lieutenant Pietro Maximoff, commander of the Royal Guard and of her majesty's personal escort.”

That's when you stepped into the throne room. 

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Love & War | Part 10: Rewrite The Stars

Summary: Y/N is reunited with both her boys in England

Pairing: Bucky xReader x Steve

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Smut 18+. Soz

A/N: Come on, we needed some smut with post-serum Steve and Bucky.

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Love & War Masterlist

‘See you Monday,’ she called, pulling her coat around her as she left the building for the weekend.

Despite the war efforts, she managed to get some free time from trying to break Hydra codes. Over the weekend there was a skeleton team working, which rotated to make sure everyone got some time away from the dank basement. Thankfully, Y/N had this weekend off and she even got to leave early on Friday, even if was just by twenty minutes. Not that it meant much, she had been living in England for the last few months and hadn’t made any friends that she wanted to spend time with. She rarely spoke to anyone outside her team of codebreakers, and Howard Stark and Peggy Carter, the rare times they came to visit. Almost a month ago, both of them arrived and Y/N was over the moon. However, Peggy’s face made her heart drop, she knew something was wrong the moment she saw her.

She solemnly told her that both Steve and Bucky had gone missing behind enemy lines. Steve AKA Captain America, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at this whole thing, had went on a rescue mission after Bucky’s unit had been captured by Hydra. Neither of them had been heard from in weeks. Of course Steve would have risked everything to save Bucky, but this meant that she had now lost both of them. Neither Peggy nor Howard stayed long at the Allied base in the UK during their visits. The war kept pulling them both away from her. Howard asked how things were going in the codebreaking area and she were eager to fill him in.

And now she was eager to try and figure every single coded message the organisation sent just in case there was some word about her boys. But there of course had been no luck, although the team were able to crack some of the messages. Just nothing about where Bucky or Steve could be - although she had known that Hydra wouldn’t waste time on sending messages about them.

‘Y/N?’ a voice called, causing her to spin around. It was one of the very pretty blondes who worked upstairs, her lips were curled into a cheeky smile.

‘Hey, Lorraine,’ she replied. ‘What’s up?’

‘Did you hear that a plane just touched down full of soldiers on leave for the weekend?’ she smirked. ‘I even heard Captain America is back from the dead and right here.’

While she didn’t care about a group of sexually deprived soldiers hanging around the base, the mention of Captain America caused her ears to prick up. 

‘I...But everyone said he’s dead?’ she gasped.

Lorraine laughed, ‘I know right. But clearly ya can’t kill that man and he saved all these men. It was truly amazing, apparently! I was gonna head over, see if I could bag the great Cap himself. But I’m stuck in the office.’

This caused her heart to soar what if he had managed to save Bucky too? She had moved her engagement ring from her finger, adding it to the chain that held her locket. She wanted both of her boys close to her heart when she thought she had lost them. But now they could both be alive?

‘Where are they?’ she gasped out.

‘You think you can woo Captain America?’ Lorraine asked, her eyebrow cocked in disbelief.

Y/N tried to fake a smile at her comment, ‘Just wanna know, Lorraine.’

She shrugged, ‘The plane came in an hour ago. So I’d say in the pub?’

Without bothering to say goodbye, she turned on her heels and started to make her way to the pub. She didn’t care that she was still in the dress she wore to work or that she was carrying her handbag filled with work notes. She pushed any loose hair behind her ears, a woman on a mission, as she marched towards her boys.

It wasn’t a long walk from the army base to the pub and she barged through the door. Rolling her eyes at the wolf whistles that came her way from the horny soldiers, her eyes scanned the room. The pub was filled with soldiers and smoke lingered in the air making it difficult for her to maneuver through the establishment. Her heart was slowly sinking, what if Lorraine had got her information wrong? She was all but ready to go when she heard it. That laugh, she would recognise that laugh anywhere.

Steve Rogers, looking like a god in his brown army uniform while Bucky Barnes sat by his side surrounded by a group of men.

‘Room for one more, Captain Rogers?’ she said as she walked over to him, one hand on her hip. 

Both Bucky and Steve’s head snapped up at her words, eyes widening as she stood in front of them. Neither of them could believe that she was there, close enough to touch. Bucky nearly threw his chair back as he got up and grabbed her waist pulling her into a needy kiss, that was all tongue and teeth. She could hear the cheer go up in the pub as the dozens of soldiers saw the two love birds. Neither of them seemed to care.

‘Well, hello Sergeant,’ she breathed out when he finally pulled away. A fat tear rolled down her cheek as she looked up at him.

‘I thought you were dead,’ she whispered.

‘So did I,’ he replied, a smirk forming on his lips. But she noticed that something was different about him, that carefree attitude he had before he left Brooklyn was gone, replaced with something much darker.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at him, but he had pulled away, introducing her to the group of men around them. They called themselves The Howling Commandos. She smiled and laughed along with them, sipping slowly from the Gin and Tonic that appeared in front of her. Suddenly she felt a hand slip up her skirt and settle on her thigh. Her eyes widened as she realised that Steve was the one who had made the very bold move.

But before she could say anything, he stood up. ‘I’m sorry guys, but I’m calling it a night!’

There was groans around the table, but suddenly Bucky was on his feet, 

‘Steve’s right,’ he shrugged. ‘It’s late. I’ll walk you back to your apartment, Y/N.’

She narrowed her eyes knowing that this was not simply as innocent as they both made it out to be. But she nodded, pulling her coat on before she threw back what was left in her glass.

‘Barnes, I see why you like this one,’ one of the men called out, as she blushed slightly. 

Bucky shot him a cheeky grin before dragging her through the crowded pub after Steve.

‘So are ya gonna tell me how both of you are still alive? After going behind enemy lines into a Hydra base?’ she asked as they began to walk.

Steve chuckled and began to tell her exactly what happened, from jumping out of a plane, to escaping the burning building. Bucky held her tightly as she listened to his words. Her face covered in shock.

‘Are you sure you’re the same skinny idiot who couldn’t walk in a straight line without tripping over his feet?’ she asked, as they rounded the corner to her apartment building.

Stark had set up the America codebreakers very nicely. She had presumed that she would be living with a group of other girls, like most women involved in the war efforts did. But working for Howard Stark had it’s perks, so he had made sure they all had their own apartments to themselves. They all lived in the same building but at least she had her own space. It was extravagant and she hadn’t had guests in it before. But as she turned the key in the lock, looking back at both Steve and Bucky’s faces she knew that they didn’t care what her apartment looked like.

As soon as the door closed behind them Steve’s lips crashed against hers, while Bucky kissed down her neck, his chest pressed to her back.

‘I thought I’d never see you again,’ she whispered as Steve pulled away. ‘Peggy told me you were both dead.’

She shook her head, trying to fight the tears that had been threatening to fall ever since she saw them both. Bucky kissed her shoulder softly, his lips ghosting up her neck to her ear.

‘You’ll never lose us again,’ he promised, before spinning her around to kiss her.

Steve’s rough hands slowly untied her dress from her waist, before pushing it down onto the crowd. She shivered softly as his lips trailed down her neck and across her shoulder. Bucky’s tongue was still exploring her mouth, soft gasps falling from her lips as both men’s hands ran across her exposed skin. Bucky’s hands wrapped around her to unclasp her bra.

‘You boys don’t waste anytime?’ she asked, as he finally let go of her mouth. Just for his lips to fall to her breasts.

Steve chuckled darkly behind her, ‘If this war has thought me anything, you never know when it’s your time to go.’

His hands dipped to her ass giving it a hard squeeze, she could feel his erection press against her back. Bucky’s eyes flicked up to hers as his tongue danced over her nipple, as his left hand toyed with her other one. She let out a soft moan, her head falling back against Steve’s chest.

‘I think we need to go into my bedroom,’ she gasped out. ‘And as much as I love those uniforms, they need to go!’

They both chuckled at this as she pulled them by the hands into her bedroom. It wasn’t very big but neither Bucky nor Steve were concerned about the size of her room, as they pulled off their jackets and ties. Looking up at Bucky, she sank to her knees slowly, undoing his belt and trousers. Her fingers took their time to free his hardened cock, she loved teasing him. Usually Bucky would let her, but this time he gripped her hair tightly causing her to gasp out before he guided her mouth to his waiting cock.

She looked up at him as she began to take his length in her mouth, opening her jaw as wide as she could to take the thickness of him. About half way down his dick, she could feel him push against the back of her throat. Using her hand she gripped the rest of him to pull him off she hollowed out her cheeks to suck him. He groaned slowly as her eyes found his, never breaking eye contact as her head bobbed back and forth.

Suddenly she felt Steve’s hand grip her hair, causing her to stop. He smirked up at Bucky, as his free hand snaked around to play with her tits.

‘Do you want Sergeant Barnes to fuck that pretty mouth?’ Steve asked, causing her to shiver.

She nodded eagerly, which was enough for Bucky to thrust into her mouth with such force she would have fell backwards if it wasn’t for Steve. Neither of them seemed to care that tears ran down her cheeks as his cock hit her gag reflex over and over, until he suddenly pulled out. 

‘On your knees, doll,’ Bucky demanded, pulling her onto the bed.

She did as she was told, pushing her panties off as she climbed onto the bed. 

‘You’re gonna suck Captain Rogers’ dick, while I fuck that pretty pussy,’ he hissed in her ear. ‘Then he’s gonna fuck your cunt, because from what I’ve heard he can go all night. You want that right?’

She nodded eagerly, looking up at Bucky. Steve chuckled as he pushed his trousers off and got on the bed in front of her.

‘Gonna need to hear,’ he told her, his blue eyes darkened with lust.

She had to saw this more confident and demanding Steve really got her worked up. Thank God for that serum.

‘Yes, I want that.’

‘Yes who?’ Bucky snapped.

‘Yes Sergeant.’

‘And?’

‘Yes Captain,’ she moaned out desperate for one of them to touch her. 

She was already soaking wet from their hands on her tits, it had been so long since she was touched. She didn’t expect any of them to last very long and when Bucky pushed into her, she thought she would cum straight away.

Steve rubbed the tip of his head over her lips, before she parted her lips in a moan as Bucky’s hand began to play with her clit. Steve took his chance to push his dick into her mouth. Her moans were stifled around his length as he began to fuck her mouth in the same rhythm as Bucky was fucking her soaking pussy. Both men’s moans began to fill the room, as her muffled screams fell from her lips.

She was so turned on by the sight of both of them and it was the first them all three of them had been together since Steve became the great Captain America.

Without warning, Steve came hard in her mouth, cum hitting the back of her throat as she swallowed him up. The taste causing her head to spin, Bucky’s thrusts were growing more erratic his hand on her clit growing harder. 

‘Cum on Sergeant Barnes’ cock, Y/N,’ Steve demanded, and his words pushed her over the edge.

Her moans fell from her lips just as Steve pulled his dick out of her mouth. She could fell her pussy pulsate over Bucky’s cock. Her eyes growing fuzzy as she came hard for both her boys. It wasn’t long before Bucky was following suit, she felt the hot spurts of cum fill her pussy. 

He pulled out of her letting her fall on her back, as she tried to catch her breath. She threw her hands over her eyes as she felt the bed shift.

‘Oh, darling, I’m not finished with you yet,’ she heard Steve say just as he pushed into her.

She screamed out.

‘I don’t think we’ll be leaving this bed all weekend,’ Bucky purred.

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[bolontiku]

Tiku's Follower Celebration

Are ya’ll okay?? 

I honestly feel utterly blessed that ya’ll for some reason wanna follow me. I am not organized, start stories and can’t finish them...look at how long it took me to straighten out my Masterlist!!! AAAaaaahhh!! I love everyone of you!

That being said.... I have a mess that ya’ll can choose from under the cut!! I am gonna be reblogging this and tagging those in my perma-tags.

Prompts:

These are a few dialogue prompts I have found that I liked. Choose one and your favorite character write something. It can be a drabble, a one shot, the beginning of a series whatever your little black twisted heart desires.

1. “Well, that’s the second biggest piece of news I’ve heard all day.”

2. “He made me feel alive.”

3. “Never. Do that. Again.”

4. “Where were you last night?”

5. “I’m always scared. Always. It’s my default.”

6. “Let’s pretend we’re strangers.”

7. “I’m not gonna keep having this conversation” 

8. “Why are you like this?”

9. “Close your eyes”

10. “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

11. "Well, that's it. You've bested me and foiled my evil plans. Argh, curses, revenge will be mine, et cetera. Now I'm going home."

12. “You’re taking me to meet your family. I have every right to be scared.”

13. “When I picture myself happy… It’s with you.”

14. "This isn't the first time I've saved your life."

15. "The horse knew all along"

16. “Why do you have to ruin my life like this?"

17. “I started introducing myself to him, and he said ‘I hope you die screaming’ and kept walking.”

18. “You ruined my death!”

19. “That’s it, you’re uninvited from my funeral.”

20.”I run on cuddles, chaos, and coffee...not in that specific order..”

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I will accept up to five requests for stories. These may range from, imagine, drabbles to possibly the beginning of series. I say five because my brain is wired completely differently than anyone I know and its so hard for me to focus before something shiny distracts me. (I am so sorry for this.) This maaaay be stretched to ten total. (still haven’t made up my mind)

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Can be angst, fluff, platonic, SFW. NSFW. 

Due Date will be August 10th. I will post the week prior to remind those of you still working on things.

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This is what I am more comfortable writing. Not that you have to stick to!!

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Of-fucking-course Avengers. Though as much as I love Bucky, I would like to see a variety of characters. If your writing for this the story is yours, you are choosing your characters. If i am writing I won’t be making it all Bucky.

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[barnesthesarge]

I Found (Part 7)

Warnings: Just some sad flashback stuff, other than that just some awkward ((:

Summary: as someone trying to get their life together, Bucky understands why you’re not coming around right away. He’s helpful in every way possible but there’s something more to his actions, when you get taken away from him you start to notice that.

Flashbacks are in italics!

Y/N woke up in the infirmary, having slept for six hours straight, she sat up and looked around, she hated hospitals.

She noticed a sliver of light through the shades landed directly onto Bucky’s eyes in the corner of the room, she jumped when she first saw him.

“Sorry doll, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He moved into the chair next to her and turned the light on, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust, he hadn’t even changed out of his combat gear.

“I have a name you know, and it’s not doll.” She smirked at him challengingly.

“Alright Y/N, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Are you hungry? The nurses all went home but I can order something.” She smiled and adjusted her bed into a sitting position.

“Have you slept, at all?” Bucky chuckled.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m not leaving your side until you’re better.” Y/N huffed.

“Bucky, you haven’t even changed out of your gear, isn’t that uncomfortable? You look exhausted. You need to sleep at least. Worry about me later and take care of yourself.” Y/N ordered, he didn’t move a muscle.

“No do—Y/N, I’m not leaving your side. I’m keeping you safe in case anyone else decides they want to use you too.” He leaned his head onto his hand.

“Bucky. I’m not going to say it again, get some sleep.” He grinned.

“Well it’s good you aren’t gonna say it again, cause’ it wasn’t going to work if you kept saying it. Do you want me to get you somethin’ to eat? Tony’s still awake, he can go run and get something for you.” She turned in the bed to face him better.

“If I eat, will you sleep? For me?” She gave him a fake pout that he remembered as the same pout she gave him on their failed mission.

“Fine. But I’m not leaving the room.”

—————

Y/N got takeout that Tony delivered to them, as well as some clothes for Bucky, per Y/N’s request. She sat in her bed and ate, while Bucky got changed in the bathroom.

When he came out she was almost done eating, he smiled at how much she didn’t care about looking good while eating in front of him.

Bucky took the recliner on the other side of the bed, next to the window, he didn’t like sitting on this side since it was farthest from the door, but he made a deal with Y/N. She finished eating and threw the empty container out, she put her bed back into a laying down position.

“Hey Bucky?” She called out and shut off the light.

“Yeah?” He answered and watched her her comfortable, facing him.

“Thank you, for staying, and saving me, and helping take care of me. I know I’m not the easiest or best person to hang out with, especially because I’m never willing to get attached to anyone, but I’m glad you’ve stuck around. After what just happened, you’re right, it doesn’t matter if people know who I am.” She reached down and grabbed his hand, he was glad it was too dark to see his cheeks turn bright red.

“Anytime doll, ‘m always gonna be here.” He mumbled, half asleep.

Y/N saw his eyelids flutter closed and watched him fall asleep.

——————

Once the chip was out of her flesh, she used her powers to grab the remote to her shock collar, she deactivated it and threw it at one of the guards, shocking him and throwing the remote across the room. Before anyone could even move, Y/N was taking them all down with her powers, the powers that she would use on the white lab coat man once she found him. She would tear apart the entire facility if it meant finding him. Unfortunately, he knew she was coming and was able to escape, leaving her surrounded by more blood on her hands. Y/N felt worse.

She was free though, she was able to get out of the place she had been stuck in for years. She didn’t even know where she was. She began trekking through a surrounding forest, knowing there had to be civilization somewhere.

“Sir there has been a match on Y/N Y/L/N, she’s near a facility in Austria, she seems to be running towards a town.” FRIDAY told Tony, who was getting ready to fall asleep in his office.

He jolted awake and got his suit on, “Take me to her coordinates.”

——————

Y/N heard something getting close, she started running faster and trying to find somewhere to hide, he was back, he had to have been, if he caught her the punishment would be unimaginable.

She started sprinting until she hid behind a huge rock, ready to use her powers at any given notice. A man in a red and gold armor suit came around the rock, several strange glows coming from the suit. She shoved him away with her powers and continued sprinting in the direction she was going to.

“Y/N Y/L/N I’m here to help you!” The man yelled, she wouldn’t believe him. Suddenly his suit was gone, revealing a shorter man with dark hair and dark eyes that had seen a lot.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?” She managed to spit out, Tony could sense her fear just by looking at her. She looked like an abused animal.

“I’m Tony Stark, I’ve been trying to track you down for years, I’m not here to hurt you, I’m trying to help you. I can get you a suit like mine and fly you to my compound and get you medical attention. Whoever did that to you, they aren’t me.” She considered this for a moment, but it was gone fast. Her powers were quick, she held him against a tree until she was too far to hold him there. Tony cursed.

—————

Y/N escaped to the city, whatever city it was, they were speaking a language she couldn’t understand, maybe she was better off going with Tony. ‘No, he would’ve just used our power too,’ she told herself. She had to get cleaned up, each person she passed by looked at her weirdly. She snuck into a clothing store and was able to steal some clothes and fix her hair, but nothing would be able to hide the bruises on her neck, or the blood on her hands. She raced to the bathroom and washed her hands, drops were on her face, she scrubbed at her hands until there was a knock at the door.

The voice on the other side didn’t speak English, Y/N was terrified. She opened the door and looked at the girl with furrowed brows, the girl noticed her neck and frowned.

“I’m sorry for causing a disturbance. I promise you’ll never see me again.” She looked up at Y/N.

“I was just asking if you were okay, do you need me to call authorities? Your neck...” Y/N ran out of the store and blended in with the crowd walking down the street, there was too many people, she wished she were home with her family. She cursed when she remembered her family, how long had it been? What year even was it?

Y/N didn’t feel safe and started to wish she did go with Tony, many then she’d at least have somewhere to sleep. She went into an alleyway and sat down behind a dumpster. She heard the familiar sound of the strange suit she saw, he flew down into the alley and stepped out of his suit.

“Look, uh, I think we got off on the wrong foot. My name is Tony Stark, I want nothing but to help you. I know what’s happened to you these past couple of years. I’ve been trying to find you and help you for years. Please come with me so I can finally do so.” She sniffed and tears rolled down her face, “I promise no harm will come to you.”

“Promises from strangers don’t mean anything. If I come with you, you can’t mute my powers. Understand?” Tony nodded.

“I don’t even think I could. My suit, it’s equipped with flying jets that will take us to the compound, please don’t break the one I give you, I’ve put a lot of work in it.” Another suit that was pure silver came down, no one came out. “FRIDAY, allow Y/N Y/L/N to come inside the suit. Y/N, she’s all yours.”

Y/N stood up, “where are we going?”

“Upstate New York, the Avengers compound.”

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“Bucky.” Y/N shook his shoulder softly, he woke up and stared at her, there was a nurse there. “The nurse needs you to step out of the room for a second, she needs to check everything.”

“She can do that with me in the room.” The nurse rolled her eyes.

“Look, Mr. Barnes, I understand your concern but this is my job and I want to keep it.” Bucky looked at Y/N for approval, when she nodded he got up and stood outside the door. “Is your boyfriend always like that?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Y/N watched the nurse carefully, she was studying Y/N’s bruises.

“Alright, whatever you say, I mean it sounds fake, but not my business. How’s your head feeling?”

“A million times better. There’s still a small ache but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” Y/N saw Bucky watching through the window of the door and smiled at him.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself now. I’m gonna let the doctor decide if we’re going to discharge you in an hour. I firmly believe you’re fine because it was mentioned to me you have healing abilities, but I’ll let the doc decide.” She walked out of the room and Bucky came back in.

“You alright?” He asked, eyes never leaving hers as he sat back down.

Y/N giggled, “Yes I’m alright. Don’t worry about it.”

“Worry about you? Why can’t I?” Y/N found a softened look in his eyes.

“Because I’m fine.” She replied.

“You weren’t yesterday. I have no idea how you bounced back this fast.” Y/N met his eyes again, his piercing blue eyes held worry, guilt, and softness.

“This isn’t the worst shape I’ve been in, sarge.” Bucky blushed at the nickname, “Also I’m slowly healing myself with my powers internally.”

“So wait, you wasted your healing powers the other day on me, within seconds, and you slowly heal yourself?” She chuckled.

“Why else do you think I was so winded? It’s fine though, if I keep practicing that, I can do it without strain. That’d be handy for missions, right?” She grinned and he couldn’t help but smile back, how could anyone who just got tortured be smiling?

“Yes of course.”

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[barnesangel]

Promises

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Summary: When Bucky enlisted in the army, the Reader and himself agreed to meet up after five years. Now, those years have passed, and the Reader is waiting for Bucky to show up.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1234

Warnings: angst, a tiny bit of fluff

A/N: I’m finally back! I was on holiday last week and then got sick on Monday and only started feeling better today. So, I decided to wait until today to write something again or it would’ve been complete shit.

This is one of the two angst one-shots I wanted to write and I’m excited to write the second one since it’s gonna be kind of a sequel to this one.

Anyways, I hope you like it and please let me know if you do!

(gif was found on giphy)

Glancing around the familiar buildings in Brooklyn, Y/N sighed to herself as she crossed her arms to keep some warmth to herself. The Winter this year wasn’t generous to begin with, but today it seemed to be colder than it was the previous weeks.

Y/N didn’t know how long she’d been waiting and she didn’t dare reach for her sleeve to roll back and take a glance at her watch. All she knew that she had been waiting for a couple of hours – five at most – and still, he didn’t show up.

Right before Bucky left to join the army, he made her a promise. One he didn’t know for certain he could keep. Of course, she proposed that they made some sort of pact, a kind of reassurance she could cling to while he was off fighting in the war.

The promise of returning. The hardest to keep and the easiest to break for a solider.

And it would have been much easier for Y/N to know where Bucky was and if he was even still alive. But they weren’t able to send each other letters as her father’s job required her family to change locations far too often.

Their friendship – or relationship, it hadn't been defined yet – was also kept a secret as it would’ve only caused problems with her father. The old man was strictly against his daughter seeing a boy he didn’t know.

Not that he would approve of them anyways.

So, they agreed to meet at a certain place at a certain time in a certain number of years. They agreed on meeting in front of the bakery they first met. She ran face first into his chest while carrying two bags filled with pastries for her whole family.

And despite how cliché it sounded, Y/N didn’t believe love at first sight was a possibility. She read about it in the many books she owned but she never believed it to be a real thing.

Of course, with Bucky being the womaniser he was, couldn’t pass up the opportunity to blatantly flirt with her as he helped her gather the brown bags that fell to the floor. He enjoyed the way her cheeks would heat up anytime he made a comment about how beautiful her eyes were or how well the colour of her hair with her complexion went.

Although he seemed confident in his abilities, he hoped he hadn’t freaked her out too much. But he was assured when she offered to meet up again in this very spot at the same time the next day. He agreed without hesitation.

One meeting turned into two which then turned into frequent dates and led her to meet Bucky’s best friend, Steve.

Y/N and Steve got along surprisingly well. She didn’t judge him for his appearance and engulfed him in a warm embrace when he stretched out his hand for her to shake. Steve shot a confused glance in Bucky’s direction who shrugged and chuckled under his breath at his helpless expression.

From that moment on, Y/N became a frequent topic in Steve and Bucky's conversations, but for different reasons. Bucky seemed infatuated with her, gushing about how perfect and beautiful she was making Steve grin.

Steve talked about her a lot because he found a female friend that could overlook his scrawny appearance and not judge him for that. She treated him how he wanted to be treated, like a normal human being. So what if she was a few inches taller than he was? Who cares?

She didn’t. And it meant so much more to Steve than he could ever put into words.

But here Y/N was, all by herself in front of the bakery that changed her life for the better. Bucky made her more fearless and confident in her abilities. He made her go against her father’s wishes for being just a housewife and mother.

Y/N loved to write and every time she finished reading a book, she wrote reviews about them and rated them. At first, she was reluctant to show them to Bucky when he asked to see them. She told him about the time her father read one of her works and burned the page while saying how bad it was.

But Bucky laid her concerns to rest when he explained to her that it couldn’t be bad. Her intelligence and talent showed in the way she would explain various books to him. She summarised them in a couple of sentences with utmost precision that even he could understand what it was about.

So, she showed him her writing. And he loved all of it, reading through each page at least twice before moving on to the next. The way she worded every sentence with such care fascinated him and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Now, almost five years after Bucky left, the war was over. She broke free from the cage her father had tried to keep her in and built a career for herself. She joined a newspaper and her articles rose to fame, her name becoming a frequently spoken one.

As Y/N lost herself in her reverie, she felt a pressure building behind her eyes. Biting her lip, she cast a look down the street only to find it deserted. This street had never been a busy one but for once she wished there was a sea of people coming her way, it would keep her hopes alive.

But as no soul could be seen, Y/N lost her faith. A lonesome tear trailed down her cheek, but she didn’t bother to wipe it away, no one was here to notice her anyway. She felt her heart constrict in her chest and her throat burned, making it hard for her to breathe.

Y/N feared that she had to be confronted with this harsh reality. She knew this would happen.

It didn’t mean she would acknowledge it.

Of course, she read about Steve’s death. Although she didn’t quite believe that the Steve Rogers simply died, there had to be more to this than a ‘fallen Captain’. He was Captain America, a national hero, a supersoldier.

The same was true to her for Bucky. She never expected to receive a death notice, she was nowhere mentioned since they didn’t want her father to find out about them. There was no way she would find out if, how and when he died unless she asked but even then there was a slim chance they’d tell her.

She also didn’t expect for him to not show up.

As the full reality of her own thoughts hit her, she couldn’t keep herself together anymore. A loud, violent sob shot through her body and her eyes widened at the sound as more tears streamed down her face like a waterfall. Covering her mouth with both of her hands, she bent over at the waist as she tried to keep herself on her feet that threatened to give out at any moment.

Her mind went blank as soon as her body reacted, but one thing kept replaying in her mind like a broken record;

But he promised.

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[justanotherwriter243]

Callback - Peter Parker x Reader (oneshot)

Callback - Peter Parker x Reader (oneshot)

A/N: I started this when I was feeling reaaally sad. It sat in my folder for a while. Then I felt sad again and finished it. Feel free to message me if you have a question, if u would like to know more about the story, or if u just wanna talk lmao.

Summary: Reader gets back from an audition.

Disclaimer: Constructive criticism is encouraged !

Warnings: saaaadness, cursing probs

Word count: 1200

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We're gonna stop you right there.

    I felt Bucky's fist come in contact with my face. I stumbled back in surprise. I took a couple deep breaths before looking up at him. I swallowed hard.

"You sure you're okay, (Y/n)?" He asked me, restraining himself.

"I'm fine" I said, preparing to swing.

    He raised his eyebrows at me. I hastily swung my arm, him grabbing it easily. He twisted my arm back and threw me to the floor. I groaned.

Your time is up.

"Alright, (Y/n), that's enough for you today" Steve said as he observed from the sidelines.

That's enough, thanks for coming.

"God," I got up.

    "Actually, its Tony, but what's the difference?" Tony boasted from next to Steve. Steve nudged his ribs.

"What's up today, (Y/n)? You're not usually this distracted" Bucky commented.

"So I'm always distracted?" I asked as I got up.

    "You can't keep this up. You're the one who wanted to get stronger. You're never going to become better if you're not focused.

    "There are people out there worse than Bucky, (Y/n), and you're going to have to take them down. You can't let your mind drift to other places when important matters are at hand.

    "Go take a break, eat something, relax, I don't know, but when you get back, you better be ready to go at it again" Steve said in a firm tone.

    I grumbled as I grabbed my sweat towel and left the training room.

"Hey! You're doing great, kid! Keep going! You got this!" Tony yelled, trying to encourage me. I rolled my eyes.

Don't apologize.

    Walking into the kitchen, I screamed at the ceiling.

S-Sorry.

"Hey, you okay?" I jumped at Peter's voice.

"Peachy, Peter"

    I looked over and saw he was sitting by the counter. How did I not see him? I must really be out of it. All because of that stupid audition.

"O-Okay"

    I opened the fridge and grabbed a Gatorade. I chugged it down as I sat down on the counter next to him.

    "You sure you're okay? Cause I-I mean y-you don't look s-so great--not that you don't always look great! You always look r-really good! I m-mean--"

    "I just bombed an audition, Peter" I dramatically looked at the window, in hope Peter would stop bothering me and let me wallow in my sadness.

"What kind o-of audition?"

When does this kid give up?

"Uh, just this audition for a musical" I understated.

"A musical? Can you sing?"

Thank you for coming.

"Apparently not because I'm 99% sure I'm not getting called back"

"I'm sure you did great, (Y/n)"

"I forgot the words, Peter. I'm pretty sure my dreams of being on broadway are dead by now" I glared at him.

"You're going for broadway?"

    "I just got back from my audition for a new broadway musical," I rudely told him, "there were tons of talented people way better than me, so no. Not anymore"

    Peter looked at me speechless. I got off and started walking out of the kitchen.

    "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go drown in my sadness for another month or so" I said, trying to get away as soon as possible.

    Unfortunately, I didn't make it far. I felt a sticky web attach to my shoulder and pull me back. I spun towards Peter and he caught me. He held me in his arms as he started speaking.

    "Stop doubting yourself. You're an amazing person, and I'm sure you're a great actor and singer, too. Have faith in yourself.

    "By the way I've heard you hum in class, I bet my life you're great. Better than all the other people who auditioned. You'll get that callback, and you'll do great.

    "I know you will. You're the smartest, most talented person I know. You've beat Bucky in a fight--"

"--I get lucky--" I tried breaking free of his hold, but he didn't let go.

    "--You didn't just get lucky. You train everyday. You deserve the best. You deserve better than best. You're--," Peter's eyes widened, "hey, it's okay, don't cry"

    His face was full of worry and panic. I hadn't realized I was crying until he had said so. I reached up to wipe the tears, but Peter softly held my wrist.

"I mean—you can cry if you want to," Peter blurted out, "You have a right to be upset,"

He visibly swallowed. He stared at me for a few seconds. He let go of my wrist and put a hand on my face, wiping the tears.

    "Just—," he thought for a moment, "Know that regardless of whether or not you get a callback, you're an amazing person, and anyone who can't see that doesn't deserve the time and day,"

"Thanks, Peter," I nodded, "But I'm still, really, really upset, and I think I just wanna swallow myself in self pity right now," I started pulling back, but Peter gently held me in place.

"You're training right now right?" He asked.

I frowned, realizing I still had to go do that. I couldn't focus on training if my life depended on it.

"Maybe I can come with you. Help you let out some anger. And, after, you can swallow yourself in self pity in your room," his eyebrows furrowed, "with me?"

    I took a breath, trying to say something. When nothing came out, I nodded quickly. I finally stepped away and hastily wiped some tears away.

I didn't get the callback.

    Peter and I spent hours in my room. Never speaking too many words, eating junk food with no care. I cried, a lot.

    I thought I'd get better, but immediately got upset after. I'd remember the audition and scold myself. I wondered why they hadn't called. I wondered how close I was to being called. If they even considered me for the role, for any role. I wondered if I'd ever get called for anything.

   Peter was with me the whole time. An arm around my shoulder, holding my hand whenever I got really upset. I'd lean into him.

    He would cried, too. Not as much as me, but he still cried. I think he felt bad. I didn't care much. I just knew I was sad, and he stayed with me until I felt better. Or, at least, somewhat better.

    I didn't want pity. I just wanted to cry for awhile. I read somewhere that you had the right to be upset for 24 hours if you hadn't gotten a part you wanted. I hadn't gotten a part at all, so I think I had the right to be upset for longer.

    The point of 24 hours is that you get to feel bad for yourself in that day. The next day, you'd be up and be ready to work. To work for the next audition. To work for that role.

    I spent at lot more than 24 hours being upset. But in the end, Peter helped me pick myself up.

"Thanks, Peter," I said, putting my head on his shoulder.

He rubbed my arm and kissed my head, "Anytime,"

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[shadows-taller]

bucky, 41, getting together story💘

this took way too long and I have no excuse. also it’s super long and I got carried away. whoops. usually I don’t like using the whole y/n thing but I feel it was unavoidable here. anyway. I hope you enjoy!

“I know it’s 2am but can we meet up”

The absolute best thing about getting a text from a wrong number is the sheer fun you can have fucking with the person who texted you. For example, Wanda got a wrong number one time detailing how her child was a disruption to this woman’s daughter and how she was no longer invited to this family’s barbecue. For a solid four days she pretended to be this kid’s mother, and it only ended when the soccer mom threatened to call the cops. To date, that’s your best wrong number story, and to be fair, it isn’t even yours. 

You haven’t had much luck as far as messing with strangers, your first and only attempt being the incident at the Apple Store in Times Square when you were drunk. Needless to say, you haven’t gone back to the area in a long time.

Ever since moving to New York, you’ve learned that the people are friendly when you get to know them and treat them like people rather than tourist attractions. You might even call yourself one, on occasion - god knows your whole family back home thinks you’re some sort of socialite now that you’re in the big city.

Most of the time, you’re just lucky if you go out to lunch with Wanda or Val once a week. That and the debate club you frequent once a month, held at a bookstore a few blocks down from your street. The only interaction you have with men is in class and the guy who works at the bookstore on weekends. He’s seen you at your worst, from the morning to get a book for class and in the evening when you just finished a part of a series and need to find out what happens next. And dressed in pajamas in both situations. No way will you strike up conversation with him anytime soon, that’s way too embarrassing.

All this to say, school doesn’t make for much wiggle room in your schedule. And your social skills have become a bit lacking thanks to this fact

Luckily, today, a Saturday, has left you enough time not only to get ahead on your studies, but also to get lunch with Wanda, go to the library and the small museum in your neighborhood (because you’ve always wanted to but, again, time is a cruel mistress), and be back home with enough daylight left to make a decent meal for yourself.

Of course, some fucker has to text you in the middle of the night with some bullshit like;

Unknown: i know its 2am but can we meet up

You hear the buzz on your nightstand, wake up enough to reach over and turn your phone on, and type out a response as well as your still mostly-asleep brain can.

You: who’s this?

Prepared to fall back asleep, your head has barely hit the pillow when your phone buzzes again. And then a second time, to add insult to injury.

Unknown: james, from ur anthro class?

Unknown: ur my partner for the project

Groaning, you sit up and prop a pillow behind you. Reaching for your glasses, you prepare to let the guy down, too tired to mess with him. But just as you’re typing out a sorry, wrong #, he messages you for a third time in a row.

Unknown: u know, with Banner? The man who cant answer questions for shit

Now that makes you wake up a bit. Not only because Dr. Bruce Banner is, in your opinion, one of the best anthropology professors at your college, but because he’s helped you pursue your degree in that exact subject area. Dr. Banner’s been a huge impact on your academic success, and this guy is just flat-out wrong about him.

You: first of all, why the fuck are you messaging me (or anyone) at 2am

You: second, wrong number. but banner’s a genius and you’re wrong.

Now you’re fully awake and ready for a debate. It’s why you joined a debate club - sometimes, the need to argue should be directed in more fulfilling avenues. But it’s 2 AM, for chrissakes.

Unknown: i didnt say he wasnt a genius. he just cant answer questions.

You sigh.

You: what sort of questions could you possibly have that he couldn’t answer

Unknown: why do you care anyway

You: it’s kind of my major, smartass

Unknown: shit alright its about this project on like African masks

You: there’s lots of those can you narrow it down

Unknown: i dont know how to! thats my problem

You: did he give you parameters for the assignment?

At this point, you decide to add this guy as a contact, even if out of pity for his apparent lack of skill in the field of anthropology. Maybe this could become a thing, you help him in anthro, he helps you in… whatever he studies? That’s a good question, actually.

Wrong # James: yeah he told us to write on african masks

Wrong # James: like write abt them not like ON on them

You: ok. Well what did you talk about in class?

Wrong # James: masks? from different regions

You: so like what masks from different regions looked like?

Wrong # James: ya

You: did you have a favorite?

Wrong # James: not really?

You: well maybe you should do some research on that and find a region that has masks/symbols that interest you

You: and also get your partner’s number lmao

Wrong # James: ur more helpful than he was tho

You: tough shit u still need to talk to him

You: what major are you anyway

Wrong # James: biomechanical engineering

Wrong # James: so like the opposite of anthro

You: true

Wrong # James: sorry abt waking you up btw

You: it’s no big deal lol

Except that it kind of was. You look at the clock, and it reads nearly 2:30.

Wrong # James: still its kinda late

Wrong # James: I feel bad now

Wrong # James: (…)

Wrong # James: do u wanna meet up sometime? when its not 2am? I need so much anthro help

The smile on your face is wide, because you were just about to suggest the same thing. You take a second to think about your response, but another message comes through before you can send something.

Wrong # James: nvm thats weird pretend i didnt suggest it

You: no! I was actually going to ask you the same thing. god knows I could use some calc help

Wrong # James: calc is so much easier than anthro shut up

You: math is the work of the devil

You: so you free tomorrow?

Wrong # James: ya is 4 good?

You: sure! Campus library?

Wrong # James: yea

You: wait I don’t know what you look like

Wrong # James: tall, brown hair?

You: that’s half the school population

Wrong # James: I’ll be in a stark industries shirt with a leather jacket and a dark green backpack, in the little area behind the sci-fi stuff

You: good that actually does narrow it down

Wrong # James: Wait I don’t know ur name wtf

You: it’s y/n

Wrong # James: see u tomorrow then, y/n

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It’s 3:00 and you have an hour ‘til you meet up with James, so you’ve decided to stop by the little grocery store near your place to get some snacks. You don’t know what he’ll like, so you get some water and a few different types of candy, as well as some fresh fruit. On your way to the library, you stop by the bookstore to get another copy of one of your favorite books for anthropology - Guns, Germs, and Steel by Jared Diamond. You figure James might appreciate a more compelling, interesting read in the midst of textbooks and scholarly articles.

You come to the register and put the book on the counter, eyes cast down like usual. The guy at the counter, somehow always working when you’re there, takes it and rings you up. As you hand him your member card, you glance up to see oddly familiar white lettering. And a leather jacket. And a secondary glance tells you that his name-tag reads James (Bucky). You feel yourself pale as you look up at his face.

“Holy shit.”

He just looks at you, confused.

“Is there something wrong?”

For the first time since your first visit to the store, you look him straight in his pretty blue eyes. You get a sudden burst of confidence, and your shocked expression melts into a nonchalant shrug, smirk dancing at the edge of your lips.

“No, just this random asshole texted me at 2am asking to meet up.”

//send me a prompt

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