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sergeantxrogers · 2 years

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Summary: Being on the run with Bucky was fun. It was easy, and carefree, and distracting. Until your lives plummeted and you found yourself fighting for his life, as well as your own.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: Violence, injury, swearing

This is part 2 in a three-part mini-series.

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Bucky Barnes and his damn pumpkin pie.

You grumbled under your breath as you shoved your shoulder against your door, stumbling over the threshold. The obscenely large pumpkin almost slipped out of your grip as you switched the bag you were carrying into your other hand, all while attempting to kick the door shut behind you.

You made your way to your kitchen, heaving the pumpkin on the countertop, dropping the bag at your feet. Sighing heavily, and throwing your keys onto the counter next to the pumpkin, you turned and left the kitchen.

“Buck?” you called out, passing through the empty living room.

“In here, hun,” his voice called back, and you followed it to the back of your apartment, finding him in your bedroom.

“Hey, baby,” Bucky greeted with a smile as you came up to hug him. His arms found their way around your waist when you pressed up against him, leaving a small kiss on his nose.

“I got it,” you said softly, smiling at the twinkle in his eyes as he stared down at you.

“You did?”

His voice held a childlike excitement as you nodded.

“What have you been up to?”

The question was prompted by the sight of his damp hair, and you lifted a hand to push a long, dark strand behind his ear. He hummed.

“Made some coffee, watched some TV. Just took a shower, too,” he replied, and you nodded.

“Wanna help me?”

Bucky’s smile grew even bigger, and he nearly pushed you over when he scrambled to get through the door. A disbelieving laugh left your mouth, grabbing tight onto his hand as he tugged you along behind him.

A month into your escape to Romania, with a little help from a guy you knew who knew another guy, Bucky discovered the joys and wonders of baking. Specifically, pumpkin pie. And when he found out you were an excellent baker? He almost lost his mind. After getting a handle on the local flea market and grocery stores, you went out to the market every month for two years to buy the biggest pumpkin you could find, to make him his pumpkin pie.

It was one of the first things that brought you closer to him. The initial month or so of him trying to remember, of him trying to shake the horrible feeling of cryosleep permanently etched into his bones, was tough. Tough was an understatement: you were living with, practically, a stranger and it was on you to help him get better. There was also the occasional fear and constant worry that you would get caught by HYDRA or the US government, but that was like an annoying itch in the back of your mind more than anything else. You were too preoccupied finding out Bucky’s Ma made prize-winning apple pies and mashed potatoes.

Pulled out of your thoughts by Bucky sliding the large knife out of your kitchen drawer, you smiled to yourself as you watched him half the pumpkin with ease. His eyes flickered to you, then down to the few seeds spilled onto the counter, and back to you again.

“You gonna do anything or are you just gonna stare at me all day?”

A reflexive eye roll was your answer as you pushed your hips off the counter where you had been leaning, taking the knife from his hand. You shooed him away slightly to the side.

“Watch and learn, pal.”

An hour and a half of scooping out pulp, cleaning seeds, making puree, molding a crust and baking, you were done.

(Truthfully, you would’ve been done earlier than than but Bucky seemed to have a habit of getting a bit sidetracked and letting his hands wander wherever they pleased. You weren’t mad, but the kisses were distracting.)

“Is it good?” you asked, still a hint of hesitancy in your voice, like you were expecting him to say it wasn’t. As if he ever would.

Bucky set his plate down on the coffee table where both of your feet were propped up, and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. He placed a sweet kiss to the crown of your head, smiling against it.

“It’s wonderful. As always, doll.”

You blushed at his muffled words, leaning further into him. Lifting your feet off the table and bringing your legs in underneath you, you let your head lay against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat.

Alive.

He was alive.

Sometimes, when he fell asleep before you, or you fell behind him a few steps to admire his walk, or even when you watched him brush his teeth in the morning, that fact would hit you like a ton of bricks, and you would get dizzy.

Bucky should’ve died, a long time ago. Against all odds, physical, biological, even humane, he was still living and breathing, standing before you trying to learn the ways of a new world he was cruelly thrown into. Even if he hadn’t died after the fall from the train (which was the main cause of his cries in the middle of the night, hands frantically grabbing for you in his sleep just to have something or someone to hold onto), old age surely would’ve had him by now. Yet, Bucky Barnes was alive. It was a cruel, beautiful thing.

“Did you get me plums?”

The deep treble of his voice pulled you out of your thoughts, your eyes refocusing and meeting his.

“Plums...?”

He nodded.

“Shit- Buck, I forgot, I’m sorry,” you apologized, brows furrowing as your back straightened.

“It’s fine, baby, I’ll get some in the morning.”

His tone was calm and reassuring, and you sighed defeatedly, letting your head rest against him again.

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A loud thump had you fluttering your eyes open, squinting against the morning light seeping through the window. A heavy groan left your lips as you rubbed them, turning onto your back to face the ceiling.

Movement in the corner of your eye caused you to glance to the side, and every nerve in your body froze.

“What the fuck,” you whispered.

Captain America stared back at you, standing in the middle of your small shared apartment, shield in hand and a notebook- Bucky’s notebook- in the other.

You sat up in your bed, slowly, wishing for the first time since you had gotten there that the apartment was just a bit bigger, so you would have somewhere to run. Your mouth opened, then closed, unsure of what to say to the man standing in front of you.

“Ma’am...,” he said, taking a small step towards you, and reactively, you scooted back further against the headboard. He stopped, then held his hands up in surrender.

“I’m sorry it has to be this way, but I won’t hurt you. I just need to know where James Barnes is.”

You shook your head softly, at a loss for words.

“I- I don’t know- wh-”

“It’s very important that you tell me,” the blond replied, words dripping with authority and business, and you found it hard to make a connection between this man and the Steve who couldn’t eat ice cream too fast or he would get brain freeze, in the few stories Bucky remembered.

“I... I really don’t know where he is,” you said meekly, shaking your head again. It was the truth: Bucky had left before you woke up, no doubt to buy fresh fruits and veggies, but you didn’t know where. The fist clenching your blanket tightened as Steve sighed.

His head turned then, slightly, to the side, his hearing picking up on something you couldn’t, and then he shifted his feet.

His blue eyes glanced towards the door, then back towards you.

“You should probably get behind me,” he said, voice quiet, and your brows furrowed. However, the seriousness in his tone had left you no room for questioning, and you climbed out of your bed slowly, gaze shifting between him and the door to the apartment.

“Wh-”

Your question was cut off by the door bursting open, a furious Bucky Barnes standing behind it. Relief flooded you and relaxed your shoulders as your eyes met his, and his gaze softened.

Steve took a step towards you, shielding you with his arm, and in turn, Bucky stepped towards him. Carefully, assessing the situation.

“Stay behind me,” Steve whispered to you, never taking his eyes off Bucky.

“No, I-”

“Shh.”

You furrowed your brows and pouted your lips as he cut your explanation off, then glanced at Bucky again. You could see the heavy rise and fall of his chest, the tightness in his jaw. Anxiety was hitting him like a semi, the worry that something might happen to him, or worse- to you- scratching at the back of his mind.

“Let her go,” Bucky muttered, taking another step forward.

“You know me?” Steve asked, ignoring what he had said.

Bucky’s breath grew heavier, eyes growing darker. “You’re Steve. I read about you in a museum.”

You shot him a confused look as he lowered his gaze. Why would he lie? You knew perfectly well Bucky remembered him, so why would he keep it from him?

As you opened your mouth to say something, Steve stepped forward.

“I know you’re nervous, and you have plenty of reason to be... but you’re lying.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and Bucky spared you a glance as Steve caught him red-handed. Saw right through him.

“I wasn’t in Vienna. I don’t do that anymore,” Bucky said quietly, and it only confused you even more.

Steve’s head jerked to the right, and it was only then that you noticed his ear piece. Someone was talking to him. A sense of impatience seemed to rush through him as he took another step forward, and you saw it as your chance to push past his arm outstretched in front of you. You rushed towards Bucky, his hand reaching for yours and meeting your in the middle, and you stood behind him.

Steve’s look of shock only flashed on his face for a second before he turned his attention back to Bucky.

“Well, the people who think you did are coming here now. And they’re not planning on taking you alive.”

“That’s smart,” Bucky muttered, “good strategy.”

Bucky stepped away from Steve, covering you even more with his body, holding your hand behind him.

Steve stared. “This doesn’t have to end in a fight, Buck.”

Bucky pulled you along with him as he stepped to the side, and sighed deeply.

“It always ends in a fight.”

“You pulled me from the river. Why?”

Taking off his gloves, Bucky sighed again. You glanced worriedly at his metal hand, now exposed, as he turned towards Steve.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes you do,” Steve said steadily.

In a split second, both Bucky and Steve’s heads turned towards the window, and before you could register what was happening, the sound of smashed glass filled your ears as you watched Steve deflect a grenade with his shield, pushing it towards Bucky. Bucky, in turn, kicked it back, and Steve covered it with the shield a split second before it exploded.

A gunshot filled your ears at the same time as a loud bang on the door, and Bucky pulled you into him, deflecting a bullet with his arm before it reached you. Covering your head and crouching low, you yelped when an agent broke in through the other window, Bucky meeting him with a punch.

You could hear more gunshots, and the sounds of Steve’s grunting somewhere around you, but for the life of you, you couldn’t get your eyes to leave the hardwood floor, fear solidifying your bones like lead.

“Buck, stop-”

Steve’s voice echoed in the room, and you lifted your head slightly.

“You’re gonna kill someone-” His sentence was ended abruptly when Bucky threw him onto the floor. A sharp gasp escaped your throat when Bucky broke the floorboards next to his head, pulling out a backpack.

“I’m not gonna kill anyone,” Bucky replied with a glare, and threw his backpack behind him, out the open balcony door. Another round of soldiers and a fresh wave of gunshots met the three of you as Steve stepped forward with his shield, holding it over all of you, backing up. All of a sudden, a gust of wind blew against your face as Steve was thrown through the last remaining window, and Bucky pushed you down behind the kitchen counter before leaving again.

Sitting with your knees pressed up against your chest and your head in your hands, all you could hear were the muffled sounds of fighting and yelling. You clenched your eyes shut, the only thing grounding you were the tears falling freely down your cheeks.

You felt a presence beside you again, and you glanced up to see Bucky speaking to you. You could hear nothing, through the shock and loud noises, but you focused your gaze on his lips as he spoke. I love you. If I make it, meet me at our spot.

You nodded blankly, and he pressed a heavy kiss to the crown of your head.

He was gone as soon as he had come, and the sounds of fighting carried out through the building, growing quieter as they retreated lower. You willed your breath to calm down, and only got up from your spot once you had reassured yourself nobody was left in the apartment. Or rather, what was left of it.

Brushing debris and dust off your pants with shaky hands, you turned to step out onto the balcony. It seemed you had taken to long to gather yourself, however, because Bucky’s backpack was no longer there, nor was he. Steve was nowhere to be seen, either.

In the distance, echoing throughout the city, you heard police sirens.

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Your fingers shook as you fiddled with the TV remote, trying hard to press 1-6-4. The local news channel.

“Thanks again for letting me use your TV, Ms. Booker,” you said as you turned your head to watch the little old lady carry a plate of cookies towards you. Ms. Booker was your upstairs neighbor, and once she heard someone else from the United States had moved into the building, she made it here civic duty to bake you and Bucky cookies once a week and bring them down. She had opened the door to find you dirty, crying and shaking like a wet dog, and ushered you into the warmth of her tiny apartment immediately.

“Of course, sweetheart, whatever you need,” she replied, setting down the plate in front of you, a kind smile on her features.

You gave her a graceless smile back, eyes glancing back to the small TV across from the couch.

As you had suspected, the breaking news story of Bucharest was the capture of the Winter Soldier, along with Captain America. You sucked in a deep breath as Bucky’s defeated face came up on screen, surrounded by officers with his hands in the air. You scanned the headline quickly, reading Berlin, Germany and Joint Counter Terrorist Center, piecing the puzzle together. You sighed heavily, meeting eyes with Ms. Booker, and she patted your knee.

“Looks like you need to catch a flight.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose in an attempt not to cry, and nodded.

“Need me to make a call, honey?”

You nodded again. “Thank you, again.”

She waved you off, getting up to search for her phone. Ms. Booker, as luck would have it, used to work for the FBI, back in her glory days, as she would call them. She chose to spend her retirement in Bucharest, all the while still keeping a few contacts around just in case, for dire situations. And this was definitely a dire situation.

Holding a hand over her phone speaker, she popped her head back into the living room.

“You go pack, you’ll be leaving in an hour.”

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The groan that left Bucky’s lips as he came to made your head shoot up, your back straightening.

“Bucky...” His name left your mouth in a whisper as you sat on your knees beside him.

“Hey, Cap,” Sam called out. You heard the shuffle of Steve’s feet as he jogged towards the rest of you.

Bucky’s eyes scanned the warehouse you were in, then the heavy machinery keeping his arm in place, and then, finally, they landed on you.

“Baby...,” he mumbled, and you nodded, shushing him as you pushed his hair out of his face.

You turned your head to see both Steve and Sam standing, watching the two of you with suspicious faces, glancing between each other in a search for answers.

Bucky’s head dropped slightly, leaning against your touch, as if he was exhausted. “Steve...,” he muttered, eyelids fluttering.

“Which Bucky am I talking to?”

Bucky’s head lifted to look at him, and the ghost of a smile graced his lips.

“Your mom’s name was Sarah... you used to wear newspapers in your shoes,” he said quietly, through a laugh, and you felt relief flood your veins.

Steve glanced at you. “Can’t read that in a museum,” his own lips upturning in the beginnings of a smile.

“Just like that, we’re supposed to be cool?” Sam asked, unamused glances thrown between you, Steve and Bucky.

Bucky turned his head towards you, lowering his voice. “What did I do?”

Before you got the chance to answer, Steve interrupted you.

“Enough.”

Bucky sighed, head dropping again in disappointment, and you rested your forehead on his knee, arms draped across his thigh.

“I knew this would happen... everything HYDRA put inside me is still there. All he had to do was say the goddamn words,” he said, voice low and frustrated, and you felt your heart lurch, brain flashing with sudden memories of Pierce, bank vaults, screaming, his mask. A chill ran down your spine and Bucky’s free hand came up to rest on the back of your head, in an act of comfort.

“Who was he?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know.”

“People are dead. The bombing, the set up, the doctor did all that just to get ten minutes with you. I need you to do better than I don’t know.”

Bucky went quiet for a moment, and you could practically hear the gears in his mind turning.

“H-he wanted to know about Siberia... where I was kept... He wanted to know exactly where.”

“Why would he need to know that?”

Bucky’s thigh tensed underneath you as he spoke. “Because I’m not the only Winter Soldier.”

The brief run-through of the other soldiers trained where Bucky was had another chill running down your spine.

“Who were they?”

“Their most elite death squad. More kills than anyone in HYDRA history. And that was before the serum.”

“They all turn out like you?” Sam quipped.

“Worse,” Bucky replied.

“The doctor,” Steve continued, “could he control them?”

“Enough.”

“Said he wanted to see an empire fall.”

“With these guys, he could do it,” Bucky countered quickly. “They speak thirty languages, can hide in plain sight, infiltrate, assassinate, destabilize. They could take a whole country down in one night and you’d never see them coming.”

Bucky’s words sent a fresh wave of worry through you, and you lifted your head to give him a glance. His eyes met yours, understanding what you were thinking without you having to say it. Sam walked over to Steve, telling him something under his breath as Steve listened.

Your attention stayed on Bucky, bringing a hand up to brush the fallen hair out of his eyes.

“How did you... when-”

You shook your head, cutting off his questioning with a small smile. “Doesn’t matter. You know I’ll always find you.”

He gave you a weak smile, before lifting his eyes to watch Steve and Sam again.

“We’re going to Siberia.”

Steve’s resolute words echoed throughout the warehouse and you whipped your head towards him. “I’m coming, too.”

“No,” all three of them said in unison, and Bucky grabbed your face in his hands, one warm and the other cold. The contrast was familiar, something you’ve felt multiple times in the past couple of years, and you were almost brought to tears at the realization that you almost lost that feeling for good.

“It’s gonna be too dangerous, doll,” he whispered, eyes staring into yours, and you furrowed your brows.

“I don’t care, I’m coming with you. I wanna help, Buck.”

He shook his head firmly, bringing your face closer to his, forgetting about the two other men standing in the room.

“I can’t risk that. You know I can’t.”

“I won’t get hurt, Bucky, I’ll be careful-”

“No, I know you can take care of yourself, baby, that’s not the issue,” he said with a slight shake of his head.

“Then what is it?”

He sighed, blue eyes scanning your face, as if he were memorizing it. “I can’t trust myself around you. Especially in territory like that.”

You almost opened your mouth to reply, but the raw sincerity and pleading in his eyes convinced you otherwise. You let out a deep breath, pursing your lips as your hand came up to grab his.

“Please, stay... I love you too much to risk it,” he pleaded, and you nodded.

“Fine. Only because I love you.”

Bucky nodded frantically, placing a kiss to your forehead, when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. You turned your head to see Sam and Steve standing with their arms crossed, a small smile on Steve’s lips.

“Ready to go, lover boy?”

Bucky rolled his eyes at Sam, giving your hand a squeeze for good measure.

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“We’re almost there, miss.”

The royal guard left the small room after informing you, and you felt nerves fluttering in your stomach as you headed out to the front of the jet.

“Your Majesty,” you greeted T’challa with a slight bow of your head. He nodded back, a graceful smile on his face as he stood, watching Wakanda come into view.

“Thanks for bringing me here... I’m... I don’t know I would’ve-”

“It is fine,” the king interrupted you softly. “I understand you and Sergeant Barnes are quite a bit more than friends, hmm? It would’ve been cruel of me not to bring you to see him.”

You blushed heavily at his words as you landed, the Wakandan weather and sunlight hitting you as the door of the jet opened, and you stepped out.

The walk towards the medical room was a blurred one, filled with anxiety and nerves, and too many people and colors for your brain to compute at once. Before you knew it, a guard was waving you through a set of doors, into a sterile, white room. Operational room.

You caught Bucky’s eyes, and rushed into him before he could even get up off the operational table.

“My love,” you breathed, inhaling deeply as he wrapped his good arm around you, tightly. T’challa had told you what to expect, had told you he was fresh out of surgery, and that his metal arm was no longer there. It still came as a bit of a shock to you, however, when you pulled back and there was no glint of metal reflecting the light.

“I missed you,” he muttered, eyes bright as he took you in.

“I missed you more,” you smiled, eyes blurring with tears threatening to fall. “Steve called me, after Siberia. He told me it was bad, but I didn’t think...”

Your sentence trailed off as you brought a gentle finger up to his cheek, brushing against the cut that was almost healed.

“I’m okay now, doll, that’s all that matters, right?” he reassured you, kissing your hand, and you nodded.

“I was thinking of staying,” you whispered after a moment of silence, and Bucky’s brows lifted in surprise.

“Staying- staying here?”

You hummed in affirmation. “I have nowhere else to go, Buck, except to you. No home except the one we built together.”

Your words were soft as his fingers stroked your cheek gingerly, sending goosebumps down your spine.

“But... I’m going back under... until they- until they fix me-”

“I know,” you cut him off. “It doesn’t matter, I’ll still be here.”

Bucky took you in, a smile growing on his lips.

“You’ll wait for me?”

“Always.”

“Even if it takes another 70 years?”

You scoffed a laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Even then, Barnes.”

He gave you a smile, pressing his lips to yours while you played with his hair.

The doors opened behind you again, and you turned to see a doctor standing in the doorway with Shuri and Steve.

“It’s time, Buck,” Steve said. You turned back to Bucky, giving him a sad smile.

Bringing your hand to his mouth, he placed a soft kiss to your knuckle as he nodded.

“Okay. I’m ready.”

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luna-writes-stuff · 3 years

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Could you do a fluffy bucky headcanon? girlxboy

Love Languages, Bucky Barnes

(I have so many fluff ideas, but I feel like his love languages is a more general piece in fluff. I didn’t want to write the wrong thing, so I went with this. Hope you like it!)

Headcanon, female s/o

Tw: Bucky’s traumatic past mentioned, a paper cut?

1. Gifts:

- Call him old fashioned, but he loves showering you with gifts. And with gifts, I’m talking about flowers, books, letters etc.

- The gifts come out of nowhere, really. You could feel down on a Saturday morning and be greeted with a hardcover copy of your favorite book that same evening. Perhaps you’d just been working a lot lately and he buys you diner. Or you’ve just looked beautiful in his eyes (nearly every day) and he gives you a flower to compliment your look.

- Letters are usually hidden between your books or underneath your pillow. These also come out of nowhere. Sometimes he just feels romantic and wants to share these words with you. He isn’t great at speaking them out loud, so letters really help him.

2. Quality time:

- After diner, it is almost a tradition to go on walks together. It started out as an excuse to digest after you’ve been sick for a while, but after doing this three times, it has become a great moment to talk about the day and see a little bit more of your environment.

- Friday evenings are game nights. You usually spend the evening doing board games or card games, but you actually got him into video games too. He isn’t a big fan of them, but he will never say no to a competitive round of Mario Kart.

- Mornings are actually stretched out. It was a recommendation of Bucky’s therapist after recovering from HYDRA, but it works great for you both. Bucky is used to waking up early, even after his nightmares subsided, but he’ll stay next to you, patiently waiting for you to wake up and spend the morning cuddling and sharing tired and lazy morning kisses. It’s a great way to wake up.

3. Acts of service:

- When you are busy (he doesn’t care if it’s work or simply watching a serie), he’ll run groceries for the two of you. You two keep a shared list on the fridge, so you always know what you need. You told Bucky he shouldn’t run of doing errands without your information, because he might miss some products, but he keeps doing it, hence the piece of paper hanging on the fridge.

- A terrible cook, but somehow a great baker????? He makes the best cakes and pies?????? But if you ask him to boil an egg, he’ll burn down the kitchen. So you make diner, he makes dessert. He won’t bake every night, of course, but he tries at least twice a week. The other days he’ll get something like ice cream or yoghurt from the store.

- If you have a dog; He’ll walk them whenever you can’t or don’t feel the need to. If you have a cat; he’ll clean the litter. If you have fish; he’ll do the aquarium. Etc. Etc. If you don’t have any pets, he’ll do simple house chores such as laundry, vacuuming the floor, mopping the windows and making the bed.

#Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #the winter Soldier #tfatws #Bucky #bucky x reader

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jewels2876 · 5 years

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Sweet Success

Filling a few Bingo squares with this series - I hope everyone enjoys this!

Square filled: Bakery AU - @star-spangled-bingo

Square filled: Who Can Sell More at A Bake Sale - @marvelfluffbingo

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, kids Isabella and Rebecca and James

Word Count: 1337

Warnings for this chapter: fluff,

Pics used are not mine!

Chapter One - The Announcement

Isabella stood at your side, watching as you gently laid the fondant over the chocolate cake. You grabbed your smoother and glided it, laying the fondant flat as you removed any annoying hidden bubbles. You mentally patted yourself on the back for the light pink fondant you had created & dyed yourself. While you had been baking most of your life, it was only in the last few years since your husband’s death that you had turned your love of sweets into your own home business. It allowed you to stay home with your girls, Isabella and Rebecca, while still having an income. Of course, business hadn’t always been easy, especially when you had to deal with the baker to the stars, the one and only Steve Rogers.

“Mom, do you think you could teach me how to bake?” Isabella asked as you used an X-Acto knife to cut the fondant away from the bottom of the cake. “It looks like fun.”

You turned a smile to your eldest daughter. Isabella looked so much like her dad; it stole your breath from time to time. The dark hair with the bright blue-grey eyes, his eyes, staring at you with wonder. “Sure! But how about this weekend, when I don’t have a three tiered, chocolate-mocha layered perfection that a current bridezilla demanded?” You chuckled at your own description.

“Awesome!” Isabella pulled up a drawing pad and pencil, opening to the first blank page. “Then we can enter it in the school’s bake sale!”

You turned a sharp glance to your daughter. “What bake sale?”

Rebecca entered and slapped down a bright yellow flyer. “This one! James has been telling everyone at school how he and his dad will be the talk of the town.” Rebecca poked her tongue out at her sister and ran off. You shook your head; if Isabella looked like her dad then Rebecca acted like him, all sass and attitude hiding a big soft teddy bear beneath.

You picked up the flyer and noticed the details for next Friday during the girls’ lunch hour. You considered your current workload and smiled. “Ok Isabella, do you want to do cookies or cupcakes for this?”

Isabella’s eyes widened and she broke into a huge grin. She threw her arms around you in a big hug. “Thank you mom! Can we do cupcakes? And you can teach me how to use a piping bag with the tips? And we can make them all colorful and sparkly?”

Your smile softened at your daughter’s excitement. “I’m not sure about sparkly just yet, but we can do all of those other things! Why don’t you think of a theme or color scheme you want to do? We’ll shop this weekend. You may also want to think about flavors before you consider colors.”

Isabella seemed to be half-listening as she started doodling in her pad. You rolled your eyes with a grin and rolled out the white fondant to start covering your second cake layer.

Steve stared into the distance instead of at the yellow flyer James had handed him. Of course, James had waited until he was on the phone to give it to him. Tony Stark was busy explaining to Steve his vision for the party he was throwing, and the ideas for the cake he wanted were sophisticated and RED. He had rolled his eyes at the request but since he was on the phone with the man himself, he assured his client he was up for the job.

“I’m counting on you, you know,” Tony had said before ending the call. “People are so gaga over you; you need to deliver perfection.” The line had gone dead and he stared at his cell phone wondering what he had gotten himself into now.

“Dad, I don’t think you should do the bake sale this year. Rebecca has been bragging about her mom’s skills all year.” Steve tuned out his son as he considered design options in his head for Tony’s upcoming gala. “Dad. Dad,” James waved a hand in front of his face. “Dad!”

“Sorry! What? Yeah I can do the bake sale again this year; what did I do last year?”

“No, Dad, I don’t think you should do it. You’ve got this big project.”

“Nonsense! Let’s do some good old-fashioned cupcakes and knock ‘em dead!”

The grocery store was packed but you, Isabella, and Rebecca were an efficient team. Rebecca had just run off to grab some confectioner’s sugar while you and Isabella talked flavors. “Mom, I want to do chocolate cupcakes. But can we do different flavor icings?”

You reached out to check the prices on the peanut butter; you had a few ideas but wanted to see what Isabella had in mind. “That sounds like a good plan! It will help keep things simple. What flavors are you thinking?”

Isabella thought for a moment. “Definitely peanut butter! Strawberry. Um… vanilla?”

You chuckled. “I’m with you on the peanut butter! Depending on how chocolaty you want the actual cake, strawberry could be good as well. Vanilla is safe, but also a good choice. What would you think about a mocha-flavored icing? Or caramel?” Your most recent job had received rave reviews; the bridezilla had been over the moon with your chocolate-mocha creation and promised tons of referrals.

A cart careened into yours with a thud. You looked up to see your business rival trying to reach around you. “Can I help you?”

He turned to you as if in a daze. “Thanks but I’ve…Hi.” Steve belatedly registered your cart in his way before noticing it was you. “Y/n Barnes. I’ve been hearing a lot about you lately.”

You stared at the towering blond. Despite the business rivalry, you mentally acknowledged he was an attractive man. You compared him immediately to your late husband: Steve’s eyes were a clearer, brighter blue, but his face was fiercely stoic. Bucky’s smile had always brightened a room; your eyes prickled with tears with the memory, which you quickly brushed away with a finger. Steve would be hot if he would just smile, you thought.

“Mom!” Isabella broke your short reverie. “He just took the last of the peanut butter!” Isabella tried to grab a jar from James’s hands.

“We’ll be ok Isabella. We have plenty of other flavors to make,” you added with a slight tilt of your head. Steve still seemed a bit dazed, while James studied your cart in detail.

“Mocha? Gross! No one these days like coffee,” James smirked at Isabella. “I’m so going to kick your butt at the bake sale.”

Steve finally seemed to come around, taking stock of their own cart. “I think we have everything we need. Come on James, let’s go.” James gave Isabella one more smirk as the two left.

“James is so annoying,” Isabella sighed. “Mom, are you ok? You kind of spaced out there.”

“Yeah, sorry honey. I guess I was a little distracted.” You sighed at the empty display of peanut butter. “James seems a bit competitive.”

Isabella giggled at your honest comment. “He’s SO competitive Mom! You should see him at school; he and his friends are always racing around beating each other to class. And when they’re playing basketball they have to act like… like…”

“LeBron?” you teased.

“Yeah! They are such dorks,” Isabella rolled her eyes.

You chuckled at your daughter. Seems she paid more attention to James and his friends than she cared to admit. You wondered if maybe the two were secretly crushing on each other. You pushed the thought aside as you considered her reaction to the peanut butter instead.

“Izzy, is peanut butter that important to you?”

“I don’t know? I just thought it would be cool to have it, with actual peanut butter M&Ms, or maybe Reese’s Pieces, sprinkled on top,” she said. Your stomach growled at that moment.

Rebecca came back with five bags of sugar and laughed. “Hungry Mom?”

You laughed along with your girls. “Always.”

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Ocean Avenue (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC

Summary: When Darcie Baker - the daughter of a police officer - breaks her misfit friend’s heart at 16 she regrets it everyday even after she graduates though she knows she can’t go back and change what happened. Everything changes when over 10 years later she meets the gorgeous mechanic.

Warnings: fluff, angst, Peter being adorable

Words: 2124

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this next part, please let me know what you think, I love you all very much! xxx

Part Four

Darcie sighed in relief as it was finally time for her to have her first break; she was on call at the hospital tonight. Although she loved being at the hospital and she was definitely a workaholic she was relieved to have some time to herself. Darcie hadn’t been sleeping well since she had discovered that Bucky was back in town and he was working within walking distance from where she lived and worked.

She was still feeling guilty about what had happened between her and Bucky when they were teenagers but she was sure that she didn’t deserve the way he had treated her. Darcie passed her friend Peggy in the hallway and she grinned at her.

“Hey, I’m going on break now, do you want anything?” the English beauty chewed her red stained lip as she thought about it.

“I’d ask for a will to live but I don’t think that you can buy them at the grocery store,” she giggled, “I’ll just settle for that blonde mechanic’s number,” she blushed prettily as she fiddled with her fingers.

“I’m sure that Steve will be delighted to get your number, he’s such a great guy,” Darcie smiled, although that did mean that she’d have to go back to Bucky’s garage to grab Steve’s number.

“Hmm, Steve,” Peggy hummed almost as if she was seeing what his name would sound like rolling off of her tongue, “if you could make an introduction I’d be forever grateful. But, I’d best get back to work darling,” she kissed Darcie’s cheek before she was off down the corridor again.

The weather in the city was so warm and balmy, the air smelling of fresh fruits from the surrounding stalls. This sort of weather made Darcie long for a peaceful stroll on the beach – as cliché and sickening as that sounded – with a cone of ice cream. It was something that she and Bucky used to do sometimes with Bucky forever stealing her caramel swirl gelato. He had wanted to take her to Coney Island but Darcie had refused, scared that her dad or one of his colleagues would catch them together and then it would have all been over.

She regretted not going on that day trip with Bucky because everything had ended anyway, going to Coney Island might have ended their friendship sooner but they’d have had fun and maybe Bucky wouldn’t hate her now. Darcie shook painful memories of the past out of her head as she passed a milkshake stand, she grabbed a vanilla fudge one for herself and a white chocolate one for Peter, it was his favourite.

Darcie worked with a woman called May Parker – she was really good friends with her actually – May’s nephew Peter worked in the comic book store down the street from the hospital. He was also completing an internship with Tony Stark. May had always said that Peter’s boss in the comic book store was a jerk and he never helped Peter out.

Because of the fact that Peter’s boss was such a jerk Darcie liked to help out when she could, May helped out too and Peter’s boss of course, didn’t care. It was fairly quiet when she walked into the heavily air conditioned store, as the little bell tinkled Peter’s head raised up from where he was pricing up some new stock. He grinned when he saw who it was.

“Darcie, hey. I didn’t know that you were coming in today,” he chewed his bottom lip and he quietly spoke, “you don’t have to you know. Just because my boss is an ass it doesn’t mean that you should have to pick up his slack. I do appreciate it though,” he added quickly.

Darcie shrugged with a smile as she approached the till, “I don’t mind, you know how much of a workaholic I am,” she giggled and passed him his milkshake, “that’s for you by the way. White chocolate,” she smiled as Peter’s eyes lit up and he reached to take the cold drink.

He took a sip and made a satisfied noise, “god, that’s good, thank you! I’ve been sweltering in here, even with the air conditioning,” he chuckled, pushing his sweaty hair back off his forehead.

“No problem Pete, what can I do? Is there some stock that needs to go out? I know that you can’t leave the shop floor unattended,” Darcie smiled, throwing her thick, long hair into a bun to get it off his face. Peter fiddled with a pen at the till – something that he always did when he was thinking – as his eyes scanned the store.

“Yeah, I think we’ve got some more of the chocolate to go out,” he pointed over to the corner of the room where the shelf of overly priced chocolate sat, “and there are some new Game of Thrones figures but you don’t have to bother with them. I can do it when I close the shop tonight.”

Darcie smiled at him, he was such a sweet kid, “I honestly don’t mind Pete, it makes sense for me to do it while I’m here,” she told him, patting him on the cheek.

“Thanks Darcie,” he threw her an appreciative look, chuckling and rolling his eyes as she finger gunned him, “please don’t do that ever again, it’s really not cool.”

Darcie laughed and gave him the finger in response to his words before climbing the numerous flights of stairs to the warehouse. As she reached the top of the stairs she panted and ambled into the warehouse to take the boxes of chocolates and the figurines down to the shop floor. By the time she had finished filling the shelves May had gotten there, she was whispering to Peter as she gazed wistfully at the corner of the shop, her eyes alight with excitement.

“Hi May, what’s going on?” Darcie giggled at her expression as she joined May and Peter behind the counter. May sighed, biting her lip and she pointed in the direction that she was looking in.

“There’s that gorgeous new mechanic, have you met him yet?” Darcie looked to where May was pointing, the man had his back to them but Darcie knew that it was Bucky.

She chewed her lip as he turned to face them and Darcie tried to ignore how good that white t shirt looked stretched over his muscles and he had a smudge of grease on his nose, “yeah, I’ve met him before, he’s a jerk,” Darcie elaborated when May gave her a questioning look, “I went to high school with him.”

“Oh! But that was ages ago, I’m sure that he’s changed since then,” her grin was giddy as Bucky approached the till with some of the also overpriced energy drinks, “hi there,” May burst out and he offered her a charming smile, the same smile that used to make Darcie go weak in her knees.

“Hey beautiful,” he winked before his baby blue eyes flicked over in Darcie’s direction, “Darcie,” he inclined his head so slightly that if she had blinked she would have missed it.

“Hey Buck, how are you?” she asked as Bucky paid for his items, Bucky shrugged nonchalantly as he rubbed the side of his nose, depositing even more grease onto his skin as he did so.

“To be honest, I’m all the more worse for seeing you again,” he spoke so casually, it was as if they were merely talking about the weather, Darcie felt a sting in her heart as her insides squirmed unpleasantly and she was very aware of Peter and May’s eyes on her.

“Hope to see you never,” his gazed flickered back over to May, “but I will definitely see you later,” he smirked and Darcie saw Peter grimace at Bucky’s flirting. When he left the store May turned to Darcie.

“What in the hell are you doing? Go after him! You and that man gave got some serious chemistry going on!” Darcie somehow didn’t think so.

However, she sighed and abandoned all thought and went after him, thankfully Bucky was just standing outside the store on his phone, his handsome features were locked together in a frown. His eyebrow raised in slight surprise as his eyes met hers and he opened his mouth, presumably to ask her what the hell she was doing or spit out some new insult.

“Bucky! I’m sorry, though it’s really not fair that you’re still punishing me for one tiny thing that happened over ten years ago! Are you ever going to get past this? Will you ever forgive me?”

“Darcie,” he started, heaving out a sigh, “it wasn’t just some tiny thing but let me spell this out for you. I don’t want to see you unless I absolutely have to and I definitely don’t want to know you. So how about you do us all a favour and forget about it because I’m never going to forgive you. Not ever,” his words were so harsh and all she could do was watch him as he walked away.

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“Hey, think fast!” Bucky chuckled as he launched one of the energy drinks at Steve when he arrived back at the garage. Steve caught it at the last minute and he threw Bucky a scathing look as he flipped open the can and took a generous sip of it.

“You look annoyed, what’s wrong?”

“I uh, saw Darcie in town, she still wants me to forgive her,” Bucky rolled his eyes and Steve bit his lip.

“Well, maybe you should forgive her and she’ll leave you alone,” Steve said reasonably, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, “speaking of Darcie, can you drop her car back at her place when we close. You’ve kept it for long enough out of spite, I’ve written down her address and she’s assured me that she’ll be home to receive it, I called her before. You need to do it in person,” Steve dangled her car keys in front of Bucky

“I don’t understand why you can’t do it,” Bucky grumbled but took the keys anyway when Steve gave him a stern look.

When Steve and Bucky closed the garage Bucky took her flashy car and drove it to her equally flashy house, doctors must have an easy life judging by their obvious amount of wealth. Darcie even had a front garden with white roses planted in nearly every flower bed. Where there were no roses planted there was honeysuckle, Bucky could smell it as soon as he got out of the car, the sweet smell on the wind mingled well with the summer air.

Bucky sighed, preparing himself as he walked up the front path and took a moment before knocking on her door, he really didn’t want to be here but he knew she’d blab to Steve if he didn’t deliver. He really didn’t want to see Steve when he was angry; he’d seen a different side to his best friend ever since they had fought in the army together. After a couple of moments Darcie pulled the door open, still in her doctor’s scrubs. Bucky tried to ignore how pretty the colour of her hair looked in the evening sun and her skin almost looked like it was glowing, thankfully the sight of her didn’t induce the butterflies that it seeing her once did. He almost forgot how much he hated her.

“Come to insult me again? It was you that said that you never wanted to see me again wasn’t it?” she leaned against the doorframe, raising an eyebrow and it made Bucky remember exactly why he hated her and just how much.

“I’m not here on a social call,” he rolled his eyes, as he let her keys dangle off one finger; “your car is ready.”

She scowled as she snatched the keys from him, “can you give something to Steve for me?”

Bucky wanted to refuse but he had better not if it concerned his best friend, “fine, what?”

“Give me a second,” she said, closing the door slightly as she scribbled something down on a scrap of paper, “there you go, Steve will be happy with that.”

Bucky glanced down at it, saw that it was a phone number and sneered, “I thought Steve already had your number?”

Darcie smirked, folding her arms and spoke in a satisfied sort of voice, “oh, are you jealous Bucky?” she let out a laugh as she slammed the door in his face. Bucky glared at the door, almost kicking it and he walked back down the steps.

Upon closer the inspection of the number, Bucky saw that the name ‘Peggy’ was written right next to the digits.

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