firstly, i want to thank all of you lovely people for 1k. i couldn’t be more grateful for all of you and it boggles me that there’s one thousand of you voluntarily following me😳🥺
so, here’s what i’m doing to celebrate 1k....
it goes as follows:
it will run from the 16th June to the 18th June!
send in asks -> (anything about me, ask games, ask anything about my writing, anything you have on your mind)
ask questions -> (would you rather, fmk ((kiss or kill ;)) with any of seb or chris’ characters or any marvel characters), send any thots that you have about any characters
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𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗥 — one; 1.
summary: they were both caught in different fairy tales, sebastian was sure of it. yet he wanted to convince y/n of their true love by saying that perhaps she was afraid of such a beautiful and mysterious feeling; that perhaps she was frightened by the vision of a serious relationship with a hollywood star; that perhaps her mind was playing tricks on her by constantly telling her that she would not meet his expectations. sebastian could have had many girls, and the fact that the plan to rebuild his image involved the involvement of a beautiful, unsuspecting woman must have meant something. either sebastian should take off his rose–coloured glasses or y/n should invest in some good contact lenses.
pairing: sebastian stan x female!reader.
warnings: few cuss words. brief mentions of oral (m receving).
— fuck. — he sighed, unconsciously thrusting his hips upwards as the woman present in his apartment gave his penis a tender kiss. — baby, hurry up.
the representative of the fair sex looked at the actor from under her long lashes to smile coquettishly at him and let her slender fingers slide slowly along his hard member. who would have thought that a weekly visit to the club would end with her finding such a treasure? sarah was, after all, a woman of average beauty; she didn't stand out from the crowd in any way. one might be tempted to say that under normal circumstances, sebastian would have mistaken her for a salesgirl from the corner shop or the yoga instructor next door. exactly – under normal circumstances.
the actor was drunk and, above all, horny. any common sense, he lacked in large quantities anyway, took a back seat to his penis, which brutally filled every empty space in his boxers. someone like him couldn't stand such an unpleasant feeling, could he?
— don't tease. — he growled in dissatisfaction as his chosen one's tongue moved slowly along his penis. he couldn't spend too much time with her. he had a meeting with a manager who would love to cut his penis with a pair of blunt scissors if she only found out about his morning bedtime adventures. he had promised her two days ago that this was the last time he would ever take a girl to bed. he had done it five times since.
sarah obediently pushed the hard member between her mouth and sucked on the tip to give the actor immediate relief from suffering. the poor woman had no idea that in a few minutes the same man would inflict much more pain to her.
— don't stop. — he said softly as the first notes of a recently popular song rang out from his phone. scarlett. — good girl.
he waited a few seconds to casually slide his finger across the surface of the phone to take the call from the person he owed his entire career to. it was johansson who saw him first; something that set him apart from the rest of the men who showed up for the casting that day. almost immediately she invited him to her office and then miraculously asked her boss for permission to sign a contract with him. there was something special about him, even if she couldn't put it into words at the time. now she would without a problem. he was mean and cunning.
— sebastian, i hope you haven't forgotten about our meeting. — she muttered, sipping the still–hot coffee that was supposed to magically calm her nerves. another scandal with her ward who promised to mend his ways. another crying girl ready to go on tv to accuse him of being an asshole. if sebastian hadn't been her main source of income, scarlett would have dumped him long ago.
— oh, how could i forget, boss? — he asked with audible sarcasm, closing his eyes in pleasure. oh, sarah definitely wasn't a virgin. — you keep reminding me of that.
— i remind you of a lot of other things too, but you don't seem to hear it.
sebastian just sighed in response, pressing the red receiver and refocusing on the pleasure his whole body was feeling. not for long. sarah's head was quickly pressed against his abdomen, and salty cum filled her mouth without warning.
— it was wonderful, but it's time for you to go. — he murmured, turning his attention for a split second to his lover, who wiped her full lips with the back of her hand in surprise, as if to get rid of the remnants of the actor's gift. — sophie, right? samantha? sarah? never mind, you have to go now.
— b–but ...
— i'm in a hurry. — he added with a forced smile and got up from the comfortable bed to hurriedly search for his boxers, which he had left lying around last night. — i have an appointment in... 30 minutes.
the woman, confused by the whole situation, shamefacedly covered herself with the bedspread to hide her naked body, which had heard many compliments from the actor's lips a few hours ago. a lot of questions flitted through her mind – had she done something wrong? was she just a plaything? is this a joke?
— i get the impression you're deaf. — he finally sighed and threw the red bra in her direction. there was no point in handing over the rest of the underwear; it was just going to be thrown away. — let me repeat everything again. slowly. you have to get out. now.
sarah slipped a tight dress over her body and left the actor's apartment with tears in her eyes. as she did so, she didn't forget to give him the final gift – a slap right on the cheek.
— it was nice to meet you! — he walked away, completely ignoring the fact that he had hurt another girl. if someone were to count his victims, he would surely be hailed as the greatest seducer in new york's history. he got away with everything, however, because he spent an enormous amount of money on maintaining his image. he earned a lot and he lost a lot.
for sebastian, sex was like mathematics. all he had to do was add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs, and pray not to multiply.
when he walked into his favorite cafe, he was ten minutes late to meet with his manager. his phone vibrated incessantly in the back pocket of his black jeans, not allowing him to forget about it for even a split second, but the actor seemed to ignore it perfectly. tiredly, he adjusted his sunglasses, which had fallen dangerously off his nose, earning him recognition and priceless minutes posing for photos. he loved his fans, he really did. thanks to them he was able to pay his rent, but sometimes he felt like signing out of life. at least for a day, to give up his job and become an ordinary man. in moments of doubt, however, he remembered the luxury, and the will to change his life was pushed off into the unknown.
something, or rather someone, caught his attention. a woman in a yellow apron walked silently in front of him with a tray full of plates and sweets, almost giving him a spot on his snow–white t–shirt. he wanted to let out a bunch of curses under his breath, inform the employee in front of the counter of his dissatisfaction with the service, but he froze on the spot when the object of his interest bent over one of the tables and unconsciously showed him her thighs uncovered by any material. at this gesture the actor only smiled and licked his lower lip in response.
— oh, it's you again! — he suddenly heard and turned his head towards the counter, behind which a woman he knew was smiling at him. she was younger than him. he concluded this on his third visit to the premises, when he noticed the transcripts of lectures on ancient history beside the cash register, and a small jar filled with coins. it was to pay for the next semester at the university. — the usual?
— yes, yes. — he replied as his eyes searched for the woman he could no longer see. she was gone, and so was his interest in the whole café. — do you have a new employee?
— how did you know that? — she asked as she prepared his drink according to the instructions she already knew by heart. she didn't even look away from the coffee machine for a moment. — mr. smith told you? i swear he can't keep a secret!
sebastian laughed at the student's indignant voice and shook his head in pity. she was so lovely that in another incarnation he might have treated her like a little sister.
— i just saw her a second ago. — he explained quickly, so as not to cause trouble for the owner of the establishment in the form of an unhappy employee. chloe, for that was the name of the girl who served him, had always had a tendency to argue about silly things.
— ah, i forgot about that. y/n used to be a waitress. we don't have enough hands to work with. kim sprained her ankle again, and margaret refuses to give out orders because she says her hands shake too much. what a liar! she just doesn't want to run into her ex–boyfriend. she broke up with him two months ago...
the student's monolog seemed to fall in one of sebastian's ears and out the other as the silhouette of the new employee reappeared before his eyes. y/n scurried around in front of the counter, trying to understand what the excited chloe was saying to her. her hair framed a slender face, and a smile graced the raspberry–colored lips that the actor could picture on more than one part of his body.
— you can pick up your order now.
the voice of a true angel. or perhaps the devil? it seemed to be filled with irritation, to say the least, and perhaps a hint of anger. sebastian, however, ignored it, as he did poor scarlett. he certainly wouldn't get away with it, but he couldn't care less in the current situation. another target was right in front of him. how could he miss such an opportunity?
— ah, sorry. i was lost in your eyes. — he replied, giving the clerk his practiced smile. many women were willing to give any money for this gesture directed at them. y/n was certainly no different. after all, stan was the embodiment of all the desires of the fair sex. he was an adon in a sea of average models and actors. a true god.
— then i hope you will find your way out.
— i'd rather find a way out with you.
— i think you are old enough to do it yourself. — she said and pressed a cup into his hand. — you are making our job difficult.
— so maybe we'll meet after work?
y/n sighed in annoyance and tried to restrain herself from spilling the ice–cold coffee on the leather jacket of the man standing in front of her. who did he think he was? did he really have to give her a hard time on the very first day, which didn't start well anyway?
— you can meet the exit door.
with those words, she turned on her heel and made her way back down the hall to serve the new customers, and sebastian couldn't help but glance at the clerk's butt, which he thought was bouncing up and down with every step the woman took. pure perfection.
— she's having a bad day. — chloe said, trying to justify her new co–worker. — the customer spilled coffee on her by accident.
stan nodded and smiled softly. oh, how he would love to brighten her day. preferably in her apartment, on a comfortable bed. or maybe in the bathroom? the kitchen didn't sound bad either.
— you have to stop sleeping with every woman you meet! that's another one, sebastian!
— i don't understand all the confusion. — he muttered, placing his half–finished coffee on the long table that almost filled the entire room. behind the glass wall, he could see the rest of the agency's employees casually watching the meeting in the conference room. as their gazes crossed stan's, they turned their heads in confusion and returned to their tasks. — i'm not doing anything wrong. if it were forbidden, god would create me differently.
scarlett snorted indignantly. what had she done to deserve such torture? perhaps in a previous life she had betrayed the king and stolen his life, and now she had to deal with a spoiled idol who couldn't admit his mistake? or perhaps she was the only one who could last longer than 20 minutes in a closed room without wanting to hang him by his shoelaces?
— you've got a lot of nerve, stan. do you want to ruin your career?
silence filled the room.
— i'm asking you a question, damn it! do you want to ruin your career?
— no. — he finally replied, like a child caught in the act. — i don't want to.
— so start thinking with your head, not your penis! one more scandal and the media will hate you. it's hard to control all this now. the bosses want you to find a girlfriend.
— this is absurd! i'm not going to get a girlfriend because management doesn't like my lifestyle.
— management doesn't like a lot of things, sebastian. your bedside excesses are just one of them.
scarlett finally sat down in one of the chairs and handed him a stack of photos. each of them featured a woman known in the industry – a model here, an actress there, a singer elsewhere. it gave him a headache.
— pick one of them. the media needs to know that you have changed; that the wonderful sebastian stan no longer drags women to bed.
— you're kidding.
— no! you need to take responsibility for all of this. i'm tired of saving your ass every time.
stan clenched his jaw and stared out of the corner of his eye at the photos being thrown at him. he didn't want to do this. his head had barely turned to the folder. he didn't want to, but he had to. his dream of becoming an actor couldn't just become a soap bubble because he couldn't control his very eccentric lifestyle.
he burst out laughing when he saw his ex–girlfriend who he broke up with because of a bad relationship.
— how can i choose one of them. they all hate me. with mutuality anyway.
— i do not care! you created the problem so you have to solve it!
sebastian closed his eyelids for a moment, as if to make it easier to imagine the solution to the whole matter. he had to become a real sherlock holms to solve the puzzle scarlett had put in his way like an obstacle. how was he supposed to get out of this whole mess without giving up his daily meetings with women?
— what if i find someone outside the industry?
— how? are you going to put an ad in the paper?
— stop being so ironic, scarlett.
— management should be pleased. we'll be able to announce that these are all just rumors because you've been in a happy relationship for a long time, but you chose not to share that information with the world because you value your private life. but where are you going to get a girl, sebastian? i doubt anyone will want you.
— don't worry about it, i already have a perfect candidate.
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Summary: The team is watching a documentary about the avengers and its centered on Bucky, his girlfriend, and you.
Word Count: 5.2k
Warnings: Swearing, someone gets their nose broken, tiny bits of drinking, angst?
Note: This may be confusing and a little messy, but I liked the idea so here we are! Not beta’d, any mistakes are my own.
As always, any likes, comments, and/or reblogs are deeply appreciated! I love that shit (:
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Italics are for parts of the documentary.
*gifs not mine
“Shut up!” Sam said, flinging himself onto the couch with a bowl of popcorn in his hand, “It’s starting!”
The whole team was sitting in front of the movie theater sized screen to watch the show. It was a two hour long documentary on the ‘Life of the Avengers’ that Tony had arranged to build a good relationship with the public to show that the avengers were just normal people also. It had taken two weeks of constant filming around the facility.
“I’m so happy they started filming when Y/N punched Barnes’ ex.” Clint snickered, “I’ve been dying to see it. Too bad she’s off on a mission so she can’t relive it herself.” You were off on a solo mission to do some recon which happened to be the night the premier was.
Bucky sat in a chair off to the side away from everybody, grumbling something under his breath at Clint’s comment.
“I think that was on purpose.” Natasha said as she sat next to Steve, passing him a bottle of beer.
“We are about to give you a look into the lives of the Avengers in this two hour premiere. Get ready for drama, secrets, and an inside look of the lives of the Avengers!”
The show started with Tony at the gala, talking to the camera as he walked around through the crowds of people, “We try to host charity events once a month.” Tony said to the camera with a smile, “This one is for the Brooklyn Movement Center.”
The cameras floated around the gala, focusing on the avengers. The footage was mostly of them interacted with the crowd but then it deadpanned over on you who stood at the bar with Natasha, eyeing everybody at the gala. The two of you weren’t really ones to put yourself “out there” but instead liked to sit back in the corner to be able to watch everybody. Natasha wore a white dress that made her red hair and blue eyes pop while you wore a long black dress that sparkled anytime you moved when the light caught you. You look over at the other end and rolled your eyes with a groan.
“What?” Natasha asks before her eyes moved to who you were looking at, “Oh.” It was Makayla, Bucky’s girlfriend who you hated with a passion. To put it nicely… Makayla was a manipulative bitch with no soul, “Just try to ignore her. Tony will kill us both if you start a problem at his charity event in front of the cameras.”
You look over at Natasha, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m on my best behavior.” You reply with a sarcastic smile before bringing your whiskey and coke up to your lips, taking a small sip hoping it’d calm your nerves. And it would’ve, if Makayla and her friend didn’t open their big stupid mouths.
“You’ve got him wrapped around your finger.” Makayla’s friend, you think her name was Amy, said with a giggle.
Makayla smiles, “Oh I know. So easy too. Anything I want, I get. He’s like an abused puppy eager to please. Now I get to come over whenever I want and come to these fancy parties.”
“Have you two… you know?” Amy asks curiously.
Makayla smiled and shook her head, “God no. He may be hot and give me everything I want but he’s still a murderer. What if we are in the middle of it and he goes all Winter Soldier?”
Natasha grabbed onto your arm as she saw you tense. She could practically see the steam coming out of your ears, “Don’t. Just let it go.” She warns in a low voice.
You roll your shoulders as you try to calm yourself down, looking up at the ceiling and counting the lights to try to focus on anything else except Makayla and Amy. You and Bucky were partners, have been for a long time, practically best friends until Makayla came along and somehow managed to be digging a trench through your partnership with Bucky.
“Besides, I would’ve picked Steve but he’s unavailable.” Mickey said, glaring over to Natasha.
“Okay, I’m team cause a scene now.” Natasha said to you, putting her drink down on the bar.
You look over at Natasha and smile for a moment, “Nah, Steve will be mad if his best girl is the one to ruin the party.” You told her, “I got this.” You say, giving Nat one last smile before walking over to stand beside Mickey and Amy, “Hi, ladies. Having fun?”
Amy’s eyes widened at the sight of you. She has heard all about you from Makayla and nothing but the bad things. Makayla puts her drink down and folds her arms as she turns to you, “Of course. What do you want?”
You kept a smile on your face, tilting your head slightly at Makayla, “Well, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation,” You say, standing up straight and taking a step towards her, “But I didn’t even have to try to listen to you bad mouth Bucky with that loud mouth of yours.”
Makayla smirks and rolls her eyes at you, “Right. I don’t know if James told you, but he talked to Steve about getting a new partner so you two won’t be spending much time together anymore.” She snaps back at you, “I wonder where he got the idea from.”
Her words made you frown and anger grow in your system. You could hear Natasha let out an ‘oh shit’ from across the bar where you were before. You took another step towards Makayla, staring her down with fists clenched at your sides, “You’re lying. Bucky would never ask for a new partner. You don’t even really know him.” You told her. This, you thought, was true. He wouldn’t do that. He was practically your best friend other than Natasha and you didn’t think anything would separate you, especially some stupid girlfriend.
“Oh yeah? Then why do Sam and James look so snug over there?” Makayla replies, nodding over towards Bucky who was laughing with Sam, “I don’t like you two hanging out so much, especially those undercover missions. You’re probably eye fucking him the whole time.”
You look over to see Bucky with Sam, picking up small bits of conversation about an upcoming mission together. That was when your anger reached its peak and the moment you turned back to see Makayla chuckling with that bitch-ass smirk on her face, you landed a punch right to her nose. Makayla stumbled back for a moment before calling you a bitch rather loudly and throwing her drink at you. You caught the glass with ease but the liquid still splashed on your face. You lick the alcohol from your lips before smiling over at her, “That was a bad choice.” You say, starting to approach her again but in a moments flash, Bucky was between the two of you looking at Makayla.
“You alright, doll?” Bucky asks, looking at Makayla who now decided to start the waterworks and whimpering. He turned to you with anger in his eyes, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
Your jaw clenched for a moment at Bucky’s anger towards you, taking a step towards him as you stared him down, “Teaching your bitch what happens when she isn’t leashed.” You reply, your voice like venom, “What does it matter to you anymore? We aren’t partners. We don’t have anything to talk about.” You say before turning on your heels and walking towards the elevator to go back to your room. Natasha was right on your heels, glaring at Bucky, Makayla, and Amy as she passed by.
As excited as everybody was to see the punch you landed to Bucky’s now ex girlfriend, it was dead silent. Everybody was sending glances over to Bucky who was staring at the screen with his mouth parted. Makayla had broken up with him not long after he told her the documentary was going to air, but he never knew what was said between you two. He had believed Makayla when she said you had punched her unprovoked and it was even more reason of him to ask for a new partner other than you. Bucky felt a tinge of pain in his chest, realizing that everything you told him about Makayla was true. She was an awful person, using him and he didn’t believe a word you said because he thought he had found love. He sniffled slightly and avoided eye contact with the rest of the team as he stared at the screen.
You sat in a room alone in front of the camera, your arms folded and your face having that expression that said ‘I am so done with this bullshit.’ You sigh and shake your head at the camera, “I don’t want to talk about it.” You said into the camera before getting up and leaving out of view, ripping off the microphone from your collar and leaving it on the couch.
Steve was glancing down at Natasha with a look that said ‘you knew about that and didn’t tell me’ to which Natasha shrugged and focused her eyes back on the screen.
The show proceeded to show the rest of the night at the gala, Tony announcing how much they raised for the charity proudly. Then it showed the next morning, everybody sitting at a long table enjoying their breakfast. Bucky was at one end of the table beside Sam and you were at the other by Natasha. Bucky was glaring over at you and he ate his pancakes, obviously still angry at you for punching his girlfriend. Sometimes you would look up and meet his glare, sending a look that could kill over at him.
“Okay, so since we are all here I think we should have a family meeting.” Tony says after clearing his throat, “Given what happened last night,” He shot a look over to you to which you just rolled your eyes and sat back in your chair with your arms folded, “We are going to rearrange partnerships a little bit. Sam is going to work with Barnes and Y/N will be working with Natasha.”
“Thank god.” You mutter out.
“Yeah, thank god.” Bucky scoffs back at you.
“Really, Barnes? I have half a mind to kick your ass for being so stupid.” You hiss out at him, Natasha grabbing your arm to try and calm you down.
“Hey! Not at family breakfast!” Tony says, slamming his hand on the table, “And not in front of… you know..” He said, motioning towards the cameras.
“This was your stupid idea, Tony! You wanted to give them an inside look at the Avengers, well here it is.” You look over at one of the cameras and smile, “We bicker, fight, and sometimes, someone is dumb enough to not see they’re making a big mistake.” You eyed over at Bucky before standing up and leaving the room.
“I got it.” Natasha said, standing up and running after you.
“God, what happened? You two were two peas in a pod.” Sam says shaking his head.
“She punched Makayla.” Bucky grumbles out, stabbing his pancakes repeatedly with his fork.
“What?! Is that what happened last night? Where was I?” Sam asks with wide eyes.
Steve sighs, “You were flaunting yourself in front of the camera, showing them redwing.”
“Dammit!” Sam said with a chuckle, “I would want to see that one.”
The camera switched to Tony and Sam sitting on the same couch for their small interview about the events, “Well, she’s right. We are just like any other family. We eat together, train together, live together and sometimes we do bicker.” Tony said with a shrug.
Sam nods and chuckles, “And sometimes one of us punch our partner’s girlfriend. It happens.”
The camera switched again to show everybody doing their morning workouts and training. You were wrestling with Natasha while Bucky and Steve stood in the boxing ring sparring. Tony was doing a voice over about the type of equipment used to train. Sam came up to the camera, flexing his muscles, “Yeah, gotta make sure we stay in tip top shape.”
“Camera hog.” Natasha said over to Sam with a laugh.
Sam shrugs before flexing his arms again, “I was just giving the people what they want to see. When you look this good, it’s hard not to steal the spotlight.”
The camera switched to you walking down the hallway after training, running into Bucky. You glared at him and tried to push past him but he stood like a brick wall, his angry eyes on your face, “Move, Barnes.”
“No.” Bucky said down to you, “Not until you explain why you punched Makayla unprovoked.”
“Unprovoked? That’s what she told you?” You hiss out at him, folding your arms across your chest, “Boy, was she right- she has you wrapped around her finger.”
“You’re saying you have a reason? You broke her goddamn nose!” Bucky yelled down at you.
Your nose twitched in anger, “And if you don’t move, you’ll have a matching one.” You threaten before pushing yourself past him, “Besides, we aren’t partners anymore. I don’t have to tell you shit.” You say back to him before disappearing through your bedroom door.
This time it was Bucky sat alone on the couch, a sour look on his face that clearly stated he didn’t want to do any of this, “I don’t know what her problem is.” He said simply.
The next few scenes were uneventful. You and Natasha were off on a mission for a few days and the rest of the team was doing their normal routines. There were clips of Bucky and Makayla, who had a bandage across her bruised nose, hanging out and also clips of Tony and Bruce working in the lab on some new technology. This was how things usually were at the Avengers facility, working, training, and just hanging around in the spare time.
Then the camera was shaking as whoever was behind the camera was running behind Steve, Bucky, and Tony towards the landing zone for one of the quinjets. The door to the jet opened and Natasha came out holding you propped up to her side.
“What happened?!” Tony asks, looping your other arm over his shoulder to help take the pressure off of Natasha, “You two weren’t supposed to engage, just recon.”
“Yeah well, there was a sniper watching us too.” Nat said, keeping a steady pace towards the medical bay. You were bleeding from your left shoulder, a hole in your tactical suite where the blood leaked from, “Y/N got the sniper though, after they got her.”
Bucky and Steve trailed close behind Tony, you, and Natasha as they walked you to the medical bay, helping you sit on one of the beds while doctors came around you to assess your wound.
Bucky had a look of concern covering his features with the smallest bit of guilt as he stared at you. If you were still his partner, maybe this wouldn’t have happened and he felt guilty about that. He took a few steps towards you, “Are you alright?”
You close your eyes, taking deep breaths as the doctors prodded at your wound. Hearing Bucky’s voice made you open your eyes to meet his concerned and guilt ridden stare, but you were still obviously mad, “Get out, Barnes.”
“What?” Bucky asks shocked before a more stern look came over his features, “I’m not leaving. All I asked is if you were al-“
“That’s not your concern anymore.” You hissed out at him, cutting him off, “Natasha’s my partner. Steve and Tony are here. It’s not your concern. Get. Out.”
Steve gave Bucky a look and walked him out of the medical bay, “Look, Buck. I’m sorry but the doctors have to work and you being in there isn’t helping.”
Bucky crosses his arm, his expression angry, “I don’t get what her problem is. This was supposed to make it easier, switching partners was supposed to make less problems. I was just asking if she’s okay.”
“She’s mad.” Steve said, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Just give her some space.” He said before walking back into the medical bay to go over the failed mission with you and Natasha while the doctors took care of you.
The scene changed to you sitting on the couch with Natasha, “It’s all fine. Patched up, giving some pain killers, all better.” You say as you pulled your sleeve up to show the patched bullet hole.
Natasha nodded with a smile, “Nothing us badass girls can’t handle. Bullets can’t stop us.” She paused and slowly looked over to you, “And apparently neither can annoying girlfriends.”
You sigh and roll your eyes, “You’d figure getting shot would be more important than the fact I punched Makayla. I’m never living that down.”
“Nope.” Natasha says with a smile and nudges your good shoulder.
“Wow, she was really mad at you.” Sam said over to Bucky during the commercial break, “Correction, is still really mad at you.” That was true. Bucky and you hadn’t really talked at all since the documentary ended their filming. You two avoided each other like water and oil.
Bucky was sitting further slumped in his chair, half embarrassed for being so rude to you when you were right all along. He glared over at Sam, “I was just trying to make sure she was okay.” He replied.
“You know, I think this is the first time a documentary wasn’t focused on me.” Tony said with a grin.
The show came back after a short recap which happened to show you punching Makayla again. It was midway into the second week of their filming with only a few days left. It showed everybody going throughout the day, of course Sam was taking up most of the time flirting with the camera which made everybody in the background roll their eyes. The team had gone through their different suits and the accessories that went along with it. Then it came to a scene where Makayla and Bucky were curled up on the couch watching a movie. Her nose was less bruised but she was still flaunting the bandage on the bridge of it.
You and Natasha walk into the room, seeing the two on your couch. You watched Makayla glare at you before giving Bucky a sloppy, wet kiss, “Let’s go, Nat. That’s so disgusting I think I’m going to throw up. So gross.” You said, loud enough to earn a glare from Bucky before you and Natasha walked out onto the darkened patio. The camera was zoomed in on you two from inside the facility.
“Are you okay?” Natasha asked as she sat on one of the patio chairs next to you.
“Oh my god!” Natasha said, scrambling to her feet, “Where’s the remote?!”
“What’s wrong?” Steve asks with an eyebrow raised as he watched Natasha scramble around trying to figure out who had the remote.
“We didn’t know they were still filming us right here. It’s a very private conversation!” Natasha said as she scrambled toward Sam who tucked the remote beneath him.
“Nothings private now, it’s out there for the whole world to see.” Sam said with a grin.
Natasha glared at him, “Not this.”
“Why not?” Bucky asks, his interest perked on what was about to be said on the tv between you and Natasha.
Natasha looked at Bucky wide eyed, forgetting he was here also, “Bucky, you can’t watch this. Please just-“
Sam turned the volume up louder on the tv, “Shhh! We are trying to watch!” He said, pushing Natasha back into her seat beside Steve.
“I’m fine, Nat.” You sighed, propping your legs up on the patio table in the front of you two as Natasha handed you a beer
“Riiiggghhhttt…. Okay. Let’s just pretend everything’s fine.” Natasha said giving you a knowing look.
“What’s that look for?” You ask with an eyebrow raised.
“What look? I don’t have a look.” Natasha replied innocently with a smile.
“That is your ‘I’m the all seeing knower of everything’ look.” You said with a sigh, “Just spit it out, Nat.”
“I think you’re in love with Bucky.” Natasha stated simply with a shrug of her shoulders.
That made you spit out the beer you had taken a sip of and look over at her with wide eyes, “What?!”
Natasha shrugs as if it was the most simple thing in the world, “You heard me! I was the same way with Steve. We were partners for so many years, having each other’s backs. Then he kissed Sharon, which I found out, which is why I punched him a little harder than I should’ve during the whole thing in Berlin.”
“I didn’t punch him, I punched his girlfriend.” You clarify.
“Oh please,” Natasha said rolling her eyes, “You’re like me. Loyal to a fault to those you love which is why you punched Makayla. It’s okay to be in love with him, I can see it clear as day so no need to lie about it.”
You chewed on your lip as you listened to Natasha before shaking your head, “I’m not saying it.”
Natasha smiles over at you, “Don’t worry, you don’t have to. I can see it all over your face.” She took a sip of beer, “I know I’m right.”
Natasha covers her face as the scene ended, hiding from all the eyes that were directly on her, “I told you it was private! She’s going to kill me.”
“Well, watch out for her right hook or you’ll end up like Bucky’s ex.” Sam said with a chuckle.
Bucky was just staring at the tv screen, his mouth parted in shock. You didn’t exactly say you loved him but you didn’t say that you didn’t either. No wonder you were so mad at him, and not just for him being a dick to you after everything with Makayla. His eyes flickered over to Natasha who was still hiding behind her hands, trying to search her for answers. Did you still like him? This was filmed over six months ago and maybe all that had faded. You couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as him even after Makayla broke up with him. He wished more than anything you were here right now so he could apologize and talk it out with you. Truth was, Bucky had fallen in love with you after your third mission together but it felt wrong to change the relationship you two already had which is why he got with Makayla. Mostly a distraction, but he did really like her. But all of that was out of his brain now that he knew you were once in love with him.
Natasha looked down at her phone when it buzzed, a message from you. You must’ve been watching from wherever you were on the mission.
You: I’m going to kill you.
Nat: I didn’t know!
You: Please tell me he wasn’t watching.
Nat: Okay. He wasn’t watching.
Natasha looked up from her phone to see Bucky staring at her which made her quickly advert her gaze back to the tv. A few scenes had passed while everybody processed the shock from the private conversation you and Natasha had that wasn’t supposed to be on the show. Natasha silently thanked whatever god there was that the show as almost over.
The closing scenes were pretty uneventful. Tony was doing a voiceover as it had a montage from the two hour premiere put together. When the credits rolled, everybody silently looked over at each other.
“Well, I thought it was great!” Sam said, breaking the silence with a smile.
“Could’ve focused on other things besides the whole Barnes, Makayla, and Y/N triangle, but it was good.” Tony remarks.
“She’s going to kill me.” Natasha said with a groan.
Steve sighs and rubs Natasha’s back, “Let’s just be happy there’s no cameras to film the aftermath.” He said, trying to uplift her spirits.
You wouldn’t be back for another week, and during that week, Bucky processed everything from the documentary. He watched the scene on youtube at least a dozen times of you and Natasha’s private conversation outside, “Fuckin’ idiot.” He would mumble to himself each time after watching it. He couldn’t believe he was so blind when it came to Makayla and her manipulative ways to the point of ruining the friendship you had with him. He hoped he could salvage it because the longer he sat with his thoughts, the more he realized he was still in love with you.
When you returned, you immediately went to your room to avoid everybody and their questions that you knew they would have. More importantly, you were avoiding Bucky. As much as you wanted to hear his apologies and saying you were right about Makayla, you weren’t ready to have the conversation about what you and Natasha had talked about. You tried to get over your crush, especially after the documentary was filmed. You avoided Bucky, staying away from him as much as possible except when you were forced to have team discussions. But the more you saw him, the more you realized Natasha was right. You did like Bucky, even more than like, which is why you had to stay away from him.
Thanks to your mission, your internal clock was all screwed up from being halfway across the world which meant you found yourself in the kitchen at two in the morning making yourself some pancakes. You were humming softly to yourself when you heard his voice.
“Hey… Can we talk?” Bucky asks, keeping a good amount of distance between the two of you. He knew you were avoiding him and he tried to give you space, but he needed to apologize and get everything off his chest. It was eating him alive.
You scooped the two pancakes onto your plate and turned off the griddle, turning to face him, “I… Uhm, well I just made food and I’d like to eat them before they get cold. Can we do this later?” You ask as you buttered the cakes and put syrup on them. You pick up the plate and try to walk past Bucky, not meeting his eyes.
Bucky grabbed your plate swiftly and set it down on the counter, “Please, Y/N. We need to talk.” he said more sternly although you could hear the pleading in his voice.
You let out a deep sigh and fold your arms, “Fine, what do you want to talk about?” You ask as you finally met his eyes.
Bucky sighs when you met his eyes, seeing all the hurt behind them even though you were trying your best to not show it. He could always read you like a book, you two had been partners for a long time after all and he wondered how he didn’t realize how you felt about him before, “I watched the documentary… I’m sorry for not trusting you about Makayla. You were protecting me and I was a dick.”
You nod slowly as you listened to him, “Yeah, you were.” You say to him, “But it’s fine. Now if you don’t mind, my pancakes are getting cold.”
Bucky watched you pick up your plate again but stood in your way, snatching them from you again and holding them away, “Y/N, please. Talk to me. More than just a few words.” He watched as you folded your arms again, knowing that meant you were done with the conversation which meant he was going to have to do the talking, “I saw what you and Nat said outside.”
“Oh god.” You breathe out, unfolding your arms to cover your face, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Well, I do.” Bucky said, placing the plate back on the counter. His eyes never left your face, even when you covered it with your hands to hide from him. He reached out to you and gently took your wrists, prying your hands away from your face, “Is it true?”
You stare up at him, not tearing your wrists from his grasp. It had been so long since the two of you had talked and being this close that it was a little overwhelming, “It was true.” You whisper out to him, “I was in love with you.”
“Was?” Bucky asks softly, feeling his insides start to turn uncomfortably at your words as his heart hurt, “You’re not anymore?”
You look away from him for a moment, “I don’t know, Bucky. I don’t know who you are anymore or who we are. We have avoided each other for months, barely talking to each other. I don’t know how I feel.” You say honestly as your eyes found his hurt ones again.
“I want to know you again, doll.” Bucky said, releasing your wrists to move his hands up to cup your cheeks, not allowing you to look away from him, “Please. I like you. More than like you.” He confessed, “And hearing you, well you didn’t really say it, but it was something I’ve longed to hear for so long.”
You stare up into Bucky’s gorgeous blue eyes, feeling yourself be hypnotized by the way he was looking at you. There was nothing but honesty reflected in his eyes toward you, “I don’t know..” You repeated softly, just above a whisper.
Bucky nodded slowly, looking down at the floor for a moment before meeting your eyes again. His hands didn’t move from your face, still wanting to relish in the feeling of touching you and talking to you but he wasn’t giving up so easily, “Please. Just let me take you out for dinner. We can get to know each other again.” He watched the hesitancy in your eyes, “Please. I’ll be punishing myself forever if I just let this slip away.”
You sigh and slowly nod after a few moments of silence, “Okay. Dinner.” You tell him, watching the relief fill his features, “But if you take me anywhere you took Makayla, I’m going to break your nose.”
Bucky let out a breathy chuckle and relaxed a little, “Thank you.” He whispers before leaving a soft kiss to your forehead, “I’m so sorry about everything.” He told you before releasing your face from his hands and taking a step away.
You half smile up to him, “You’re going to show me just how sorry you are with an expensive bottle of wine and Italian food.” You tell him, picking up your pancakes again, “And a few more apologies wouldn’t hurt. I like to hear I was right.” You say over your shoulder as you make your way back to your room.
Bucky chuckles and watches you go. He made a vow to himself right then that he would do anything to make up for what a jerk he was to you when he was with Makayla and switching partners after she manipulated him to do so. He had so many things to make up for when it came to you and he was going to start right now.
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needed practice drawing different body types and my buff boy studies quickly turned into a bucky sketch page
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What about a dark! violent bucky that wants reader to be his girlfriend? But things just don't go well, if you know what I mean 😈
Just Love Me
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First off, thank you for your request! I also want to say that requests are open, even though it might take some time for them, but it makes me happy! Anyway, here you go!
Summary: reader tries to tell Bucky he's just not the boy she loves. And that hurts, a lot... for both.
Warnings: violence descriptions, verbal violence, implied noncon, ripped clothing, anxiety, lot of angst, maybe reader being a little bit naive, past implied somnophilia, language. Only +18, minors do not read. If you do not feel safe with this, please don't read.
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It was all that simple. You worked at Stark Industries as a simple worker, no big deal, but you also met the avengers from time to time. You had noticed early on that the newcomer, whose name was Bucky, seemed completely out of place. It probably wasn't like that in the eyes of others, especially those of his best friend, Steve: the weeks went by, but you didn't think his situation was improving. He had terrible dark circles and you knew what it was like to have a bad period, although judging from what he had been through and what you read in the papers, his was much more than a bad or long period. It was a whole life wasted, or rather, spent being someone else.
He must have been terrible, and no matter how terrible he had done, you basically couldn't feel the same contempt or terror that others did. If you had gone back in time, you probably would have slapped yourself on the head before allowing you to shyly approach him with a coffee. It was there that it all began.
And it was so beautiful. You didn't see Bucky at all as a lover or someone who could stand by your side like that, but it melted your heart to know how your friendship was slowly bringing him to the surface and getting some oxygen. You were so happy about it, he deserved it. And Bucky on the other hand, was amazed: he didn't think he'd ever get a second chance. Because that was what it was in his eyes, a second chance for him, a new life with you.
He tried to make you understand by bringing you your favorite hot drink every morning at work, or by specifically choosing movies at the cinema to make you relax a little and get away from all the stress that was gripping you: for him they were all dates, and it seemed to confirm the way in which you dressed. God, you were so pretty, so gorgeous in that dress of yours. It had that color that simply gave you and made your skin stand out even more, and especially that look of yours.
Bucky simply loved your eyes, he loved that purity and at the same time the awareness of an established career woman moving forward. You were admirable, and Bucky grew more and more impatient with it. But he still remembered how to treat girls, he had never really forgotten: he simply thought that all that repertoire of niceties and compliments would no longer serve him. This has changed, and all with you.
It was the turn of the cinema on Friday night, and you brought a new dress. A few weeks earlier you had even confronted him before buying it: it was a choice between a more classic dress, with narrow straps that made your shoulders and breasts stand out a lot, and a simple red dress that is wider and longer. Bucky recommended the first one, pointing out how it makes your shapes perfect. That was his first flirting gamble, what you had actually mistaken for a simple game. And that was one of your many mistakes with Bucky Barnes.
You happily smiled at him as you paid for your share of popcorn and soda, at which he frowned slightly. You shouldn't have paid at all, in fact he would have even preferred you to stop working: your job was exaggeratedly stressful for a beautiful lady like you. Bucky didn't like it, but then a thought flashed through his head and he suddenly calmed down. After all, there was still little. Only a little and you would have been officially his after all this series of dates. Not that Bucky didn't love them, oh at all, but... he wanted something more. He wanted to feel you under him, he wanted to hear the same low moans you made while touching yourself, the same ones he heard when he stood outside the window watching you. He wanted to taste you best when awake, and not asleep from sleeping pills. He wanted to do so many things to that beautiful body of yours.
"Here we go?" you asked shyly, and then follow him like a puppy to the right room of the cinema. You found that funny and beautiful movie. Bucky didn't care, he thought he already had the best movie of his life right in front of him, and it was your beautiful sight. You had captured his heart, and now he would have captured you.
You got sick for some reason that night and Bucky insistently offered to stay home with you. You didn't find this necessary at all, but having your best friend make you hot tea to relieve the pain was always better than being alone in your bed and moaning in pain, wasn't it? That was how it all began.
"Listen, I should... uhm... talk to you." Bucky murmured in embarrassment shortly after you took a sip from your cup. You were already feeling those cramps getting milder and in that moment you mentally thanked him for the idea of tea, but all your gratitude was then replaced by curiosity. Bucky hardly ever had any news.
Your gaze suddenly brightened, and you immediately set your shoulders straight, almost as if at attention. Bucky liked that movement, but only because it still accentuated your cleavage. God, you were such a mockery of him. But he couldn't get excited, no, he was declaring himself. Finally. But he was convinced that everything would be fine.
"I have a person who, well, is always in my head. I always think about her, and I would like to find a way to-"
"Who is she?" you asked almost screaming with excitement and climbing over the table, then calmed down and sat down. You giggled softly and your face burned with embarrassment, but it was fucking news! Did Bucky like anyone? How long had he been hiding it from you? Your mind was traveling through so many of those frontiers, that you forgot how naive you really could be at times.
"That's the point." Bucky said, slightly irritated. He wanted to make a speech about how he found you gorgeous when you shyly offered him that coffee, about how you helped him get his life back. About how he wanted to make you his wife. But it didn't matter, the emotion on your face made him so happy. You also knew deep down.
You slowly stopped giggling, watching his face turn more and more into a joyful one. There, you heard an alarm bell. You felt a knot in your stomach and suddenly his throat went dry, despite all the tea he had drunk. Bucky noticed the look on your face, and that's when the first red flag went up.
In short, it was not possible. He lived for you, fuck, he would kill for you. It was not possible that you did not love him. You had to love him, he wanted you so much. No, maybe you had been making fun of him all this time? Oh, it wasn't possible. You were so sweet, caring, sensitive. He knew you through and through, except for your body, although there would be time for that.
You slowly got up, still feeling that knot that was now upsetting you more and more and your happy expression has definitely fallen. "Bucky... who is she?" you asked again, one last safe place. That you would never have achieved.
"It is you." he simply murmured. It was as if that knot had suddenly burst, releasing an extraordinary amount of anxiety in your veins that went straight to your brain. You swallowed loudly, trying to keep the situation under control. Where did you go wrong? Were you wrong?
"Bucky..." you muttered softly, trying to reason. That move was completely wrong and Bucky didn't want to hear from you. He wasn't right anymore, he had already made his choice of him a long time ago. You got up from your chair and tried to start a speech that was worth it, that didn't hurt.
You immediately fell silent at his tone. It was stiff, severe, icy. For the first time in your life, you were afraid. Fear of him, fear of your own home, of those eyes that not even an hour ago were looking at you so sweetly. Now they were completely aggressive and his jaw was stiff with anger.
With a slight shake in your hands, you slowly tried to sit down. You also briefly thought about running for the door, but you had to calm that anxiety. It was that and nothing more, while Bucky was Bucky. There was no way he was going to hurt you.
"Look, I'm sorry but I... I don't feel this for you. I love you, but how I love a friend. Bucky, you really are a special person and I'm sure you'll find someone, but it's not me." you soon realized how these words had pierced him like ice blades, one by one. But it was not a simple speech and you wanted to be clear. Bucky continued to watch you as he put his hands together and played a little with his thumbs, but you knew better. He had done so only once, when a mission went wrong and they lost the lives of civilians. It was a bad week, but for that, you thought there would be more than a week.
You saw his jaw twitch and a small smile adorn his face. But that scared you: his expression was totally illegible. And that anguish only increased.
He sighed heavily, then rubbed his hands and stood up, as if nothing had happened. He took the cup from your hands and put it in the sink, then turned to you. It was the same expression of a few hours ago, of the cinema, of all those innocent releases. You looked at him with a frown and a fear that you could no longer hide.
"Do you still have those pains? This time maybe we can try some massage." he said simply. You got up with extraordinary slowness and your legs were shaking slightly.
"Bucky... were you listening to me?" you asked hesitantly, and your voice was extraordinarily thin.
You saw his lips twitch slightly and his fists close, until his knuckles turned white. "Yes, honey. The point is, I don't think you listened to me instead." his voice became even stiffer and sterner than that command before.
You moved the chair only to get away from her figure, which now did nothing but increase the tremor in his hands. You knew something was terribly wrong, and her next sentence confirmed it.
"You are that person, and I never asked you if you wanted to be by my side or not. Because you will just be there. You are mine."
Bucky was perhaps having a dark moment, perhaps the soldier had taken control. Your brain created every possible scenario to justify the man before your eyes, but that calculating and lucid look said it best. Without further ado, you darted to the front door right in front of the living room. You mentally thanked yourself for taking off your heels as soon as you arrived. You only had time to remove the first chain from the door that two strong arms firmly grabbed your waist, only to have your back slam directly on the table.
The air was thrown out of your lungs and tears pooled in your eyes from the pain. But the anxiety, that did the even dirtier job of making you tremble uncontrollably. You had lost control of your body and you kept your eyes wide open on the figure of Bucky imposing itself on yours.
"I did every fucking thing to make you realize how much I loved you. You know, how it worked in my day? Maybe it was my fault, maybe I didn't explain myself well enough," he started mumbling things that didn't make any sense to you. , but you didn't notice when you felt the hand on your shoulder pads. You started screaming, only to get a slap.
You were briefly silent, hearing only the sound of the cloth being ripped from your body. Did Bucky, the same man you know, slap you? You already felt a bruise forming on that same spot. But that wasn't enough to stop you, even though your fight was pathetic against him.
"I did everything for you, the way you liked it, because I love you. I loved you from the fucking moment you offered me that coffee, I loved you when you worried about me and when you told me to take care of me!" he began to scream furiously, ending with your dress now reduced to a rag.
You desperately started sobbing and looking at him pitifully, hoping your Bucky would return. But instead of him there was a furious and violent man. It wasn't Bucky.
"I tried to make you understand," he came dangerously close to your face, letting locks of hair fall on your forehead, "but maybe times have changed and I'm still out of place. Maybe, I should do like today? make you mine and fuck you now? "
Your fight stopped abruptly and an expression of pure shock, succeeded by that of terror, accumulated on your face.
"Bucky, please, I was wrong. I was wrong, please, let's start over, please-" you started begging him, but all he did was shake his head and giggle at your little inner struggle.
"Let's start over now baby, can't you see? Let's start over, and this time I won't have a fucking no for an answer." he whispered slowly in your ear as his hands reached first your bra and then your panties. Your last defense barriers, go.
You screamed one last time, and unexpectedly managed to kick him straight in the ribs. You didn't care about your complete nudity, you knew he expected you worse if he caught you again. Bucky dodged briefly, surprised by the attack. Your still trembling body headed for the door and you almost succeeded. That anguish pressed you that everything would be bad, if not worse, but your mind was screaming freedom.
Maybe, in retrospect, you should have given up first. You felt a firm grip on your hair and the air was slammed out of your lungs again as Bucky slammed you right on the door. He had an arrogant smile adorning his face.
Wait, was this bastard enjoying your miserable fight?
His once reassuring smile now only made you tremble even more and scream in fear. You wanted to have felt that fear right away, but it was too late. His lips collided roughly on yours and Bucky managed to bite them several times as punishment. When you refused to cooperate, it was enough for him to put his vibranium hand right around your neck, and squeeze it tightly. You were asking for oxygen again and fighting desperately against him, already seeing black dots in your vision.
Meanwhile, you obscenities noticed how his other hand touched places he was not allowed to touch, which he had never been able to touch. And now he was savoring them so well with tight bruises, one after the other.
"If you don't cooperate, then you can also faint. I can do everything even without your cooperation, after all I've already done it." that sentence made your stomach turn and the bile rise.
"O-Okay." you nodded weakly and his throat was scraping more and more. He let you go, only to catch you in another cruel kiss and not get your breath away. Bucky managed to take everything he had dreamed of: his second chance with you. He was sure you would love him, with some little teaching.
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𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮
for jade @spaceodditybarnes, happy birthday bitch (challenge)
a beefy bucky on the run but all he wants is you
warnings: teeth rotting fluff, lovers on the run, angst
“James?” You turned wildly as he grabbed your hand and pulled you into an alleyway. He raised a hand to cover your mouth to silence any words you had wanted to say. His eyes were determined, but still careful, and you could see that he was afraid.
“Shhhh,” the top of his cap shielded your view of the sky, but his steel blue eyes were the only thing you needed. “I have to leave. I have to run- I-“
He lowered his hands from your mouth as you shook your head. “I don’t understand, what happened?”
He looked down the alleyway quickly before refocusing on you. “They think I killed someone. Someone important, a king I think. But I didn’t- I swear I didn’t-“ he looked so terrified that you wouldn’t believe him, so you shushed him and held his face.
“I know you. You didn’t.” You searched his face for stability, hoping he would see that you believed him. He nodded and raised his hands to your cheeks. His eyes were so full of love and passion and fear when he looked down at you. Your sweet James, who had gone for a walk and to get some plums for your breakfast in the market, was suddenly terrified and hiding in an alleyway like a hardened criminal. You knew what he used to be, before he saved himself and found purpose. You knew he had killed and tortured, but your sweet James would never become that again. Not as long as he had you.
“I don’t have much time.” His gloved hand pressed against your lips softly. “I had to see you, I needed to tell you that I-“
He paused as he watched you intently. Your stomach dropped. Part of you knew what he wanted to say, but the other part wanted to hear him say it.
“Come with me.” He asked breathlessly, his hands still on your shoulders. “I lo-“
He was cut off by the roaring of a police car as it went by. He turned and shielded you with his body to deter being recognized, but you wanted nothing more than to hear those words he didn’t finish. “James I-“
He turned back to you with a ferocity. “I can’t put you in danger. I won’t. If I can’t protect you, if we aren’t safe together out there, I can’t-“
You grabbed his face and kissed him, hard, like your life depended on it. He breathed you in, holding you up and against him so that every part of him touched every part of you. When you parted, out of breath, you looked up at him with a smile. “Meet me across the bridge in an hour?”
He nodded with the biggest smile you had ever seen and kissed your forehead. “I’ll be there. Get what you need, I have to go get something from my place.”
He squeezed your hand, still breathless, and leant in to kiss you one last time before backing out of the alley. “Don't be late.”
You were 20 minutes early to the bridge, a small purse containing only the necessities. You were calm at first, but then a helicopter passed above, followed by three police cars careening down the street. You swallowed hard and shook your head lightly. If anyone could outrun a helicopter— it was James. You decided not to draw attention to yourself and slouched nonchalantly by a streetlamp. Wherever he came from, he would see you. He would know you.
It honestly didn’t matter that you had acted so nonchalantly, as not half an hour later, Bucky came barreling onto the bridge, followed by a parade of police officers and avengers. He made a beeline for you, scooping up your hand and tugging you along. “James!”
There was a shift in your pursuers demeanor, and you could have rolled your eyes at the man holding your hand. It was clear he hadn’t thought of, or cared, about what it must look like. To the agents and police chasing you, it looked like he grabbed a random civilian off the street to use as leverage. You tightened your grip on him and let him lead you off the bridge and through a string of alleyways. You breathed a sigh of relief as a few cars flew past you, not realizing you had ducked past. He caged you in his arms to protect you, before turning to whisper down, “We need to figure out a plan if we-”
You shrieked as a dark shape jumped from above, tackling him to the ground with ease. You recognized one of the avengers from before, but this was someone you haven't seen normally. They wore a black suit, and a mask covering their face— it almost looked like a cat, and your stomach dropped at the ferocity in their motions. Bucky fell across the alley as he was kicked by his attacker. “James!”
You saw blood on his face appear, and his attacker looked at you in confusion. “Go! Get out of here! Run-”
He was knocked to the side as Bucky swung his leg up to topple him, his head knocking against the wall and stunning him. You reached for his hand again and squeezed it before exiting the alleyway. You screeched to a halt as you were met with a barricade of police cars and agents. His face drained of color— you were trapped in.
Your hands flew to either side of his face as he looked wildly around. You knew there was no choice anymore, they would take him in and now it was your job to protect him. “James- James!”
He looked into your eyes, one hand on his backpack strap and one on your waist.
“It’s okay. It’s me. I’m right here.” You did your best to comfort him as the sounds of guns cocking and radios echoed around him. You wanted him to know that you were there, and he didn’t have to run anymore. “It’s me, it’s okay. I won’t leave you.”
The look of fear in his eyes grew as agents started towards the two of you. By instinct he wrapped his metal arm around you, holding you close to him. The agents stopped and raised their guns to him, thinking he was using you as a shield. You knew they wouldn’t hesitate to kill him. You knew him, your James, and you knew that he would protect you above anything.
“James, James! You have to listen to me!” You looked up at him and planted your hands on his face again, his stubble scratching at your palms. “They have to take you.”
“They’re going to take you away from me.” He choked out, and you saw a vulnerable side of him you had never seen. Your throat tightened as he looked over your face with adoration. “T-they want to hurt you!”
You shushed him, seeing a few of the agents watching you curiously. The heroes who had been pursuing him watched from the sidelines, and you noticed Steve watching you intently. “Never. It’s okay. I’ll be with you the whole time. I will never leave.”
He relaxed only slightly, his arm still around you, but he kept a careful eye on his pursuers. “I don’t want them to hurt you- I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” You reassured him, stroking the side of his face lovingly. He leaned into your touch and inhaled your scent, knowing he might never see you again as a free man. “You’ll protect me.”
His head leant against yours, letting you hold and cradle his face in your hands. There were men in SWAT suits inching in, but you could tell they were waiting for you to move. “I’m going to back away now, but I’ll be right here okay? I’ll be right here.”
They moved in quickly as you detached from him, and his eyes opened wide as he felt someone tug you roughly away. A surprised gasp left your lips as someone’s hand clamped around your waist to secure you.
He reached for you as they pinned him down, crying out as they pulled you away from him. You need the padding of whoever snatched you, but in vain. You struggled to get to him, watching as his fearful eyes hit the pavement and they used some monstrosity to restrain him.
“Stop! He won’t hurt you!” You screamed over the sound of him pleading for you. “Stop it!”
You felt an arm around your shoulders and looked up to fight whoever had grabbed you, but Captain Rogers stood beside you. Your movements ceased as he gave you a look, saying silently that it would be so much easier for Bucky if you stayed still.
“It’s okay, I’m here. I’m okay. You’re okay.” Your eyes turned back to James to see his face still pressed firmly into the ground, arms restrained by metal and a needle prepped by his neck. Your breath hitched as it sunk into his flesh, his eyes becoming foggy as he murmured your name.
Steve gently tugged you towards a car. “They’ve agreed to let you stay with him wherever he goes, for the time being.”
He ushered you in before sitting in the backseat beside you himself. “I don’t know who you are, but you’re important to him. So you’re important to me.”
You swallowed roughly as you watched the men carry him into a van. “What will they do to him?”
Steve could see your fear. He was kind; James had told you stories about him that nearly brought him to tears. Your sweet brain-scrambled Bucky remembered his friend during his worst time, and he remembered their friendship like a lifeline, “I won’t let them hurt him.”
You nodded and silently endured the rest of the drive to wherever they were taking you. Your palms shook as you thought of him, alone, in that van tied up and drugged like an animal. All you could see was the image of him reaching for you as they threw him down, calling out your name in fear. You wished you could have broken through to him, held his face and stroked his hair and told him that everything would be alright. Instead you clawed hopelessly and watched.
They brought you to a garage of a loading dock, and Steve offered a hand to help you out. He reminded you of James in several ways— no matter how much they had tormented his mind, he was always a gentleman. You gladly took it and let him lead you through the garage and into the warehouse. Inside, there was a cell, made of thick glass and metal restraints. It was a hulking thing, made of fear and ignorance. They didn’t know him like you did.
Steve’s voice brought you out of the dread you felt upon seeing it. “They want to ask you some questions.”
You nodded as a man approached, navy suit and clean white hair carrying his importance. “I’m agent Ross, I understand you know Mr. Barnes? Miss…”
You offered your name and shook his hand, praying he didn’t mean James any mal-intent. “Yes, I know him. I’m his…”
You trailed off, arms crossing gently as you thought about your relationship with Bucky. You had known him for over a year, and it had been a year filled with smiles and love. It was unnerving how they treated him, like he was a monster, even though you knew otherwise. “Whatever you think he did— he didn’t. He isn’t a monster.”
Agent Ross looked at your reaction curiously. “He is responsible for killing hundreds of people over the course of 60 years; he was an extremely dangerous assassin who was capable of anything— how would he not be capable of this?”
You were beginning to be furious, but you composed yourself for his sake. “That wasn’t him. He isn’t that person anymore— he’s kind, and loved.”
“Hey may be different now but there are still parts of him, traces, maybe, that link back to the Winter Soldier.” Ross nodded to Captain America and exited before you could defend him any longer.
“They said you can see him when he wakes up but…” He looked at the cell. “He’ll be restrained.”
You nodded, swallowing hard, but determined to put a good face on for James. The door sounded, and the van carrying him backed in. There were armed soldiers around everywhere, and you became hyper-aware of their guns. He was barely conscious when they unloaded him, wheeling his body straight to the cell and fastening him in. Steve murmured that he was needed upstairs and left your side, only to be replaced by a stone-faced agent in a dark suit. The look he gave you was unsettling, and you wanted to hide your face.
“They don’t know when he’ll wake up fully, it might be best for you to leave.” He reached to grab your arm but you pulled away.
“I will wait patiently here.” You made a petty point to swat his arm away, but as his jaw hardened you realized you might not have a choice anymore. His grip securely fastened around your wrist and he began to pull you out of the room hastily.
“Get off of her.” Bucky's tired voice echoed from the chamber he was strapped to as he looked at the agent's hand around your arm. The agent scoffed, but as Bucky's metal arm tightened, the metal gently whirring and scratching against the cuffs, they made a squealing sound of protest. You knew if you were in danger something in him would take over and he would break through, but for your sake he let them strap him down. Something inside of you hoped that they could pardon him, and he would have a chance at a normal life.
He glared at the agent who tried to pull you back, the restraints rattling in vain as he tried to get to you. With a glare you shook the agent off and stepped further into the cell. “It’s okay James, I’m here.”
“I’ll be here the whole time. It’s okay.” You swept the hair away from his eyes and caressed his face. He didn’t seem to care that an entire team of agents and heroes were watching you, in fact he seemed to relish your touch more than ever.
“Promise?” It was a soft whisper, and his deep baritone voice shone through only slightly.
You rubbed his metal arm in comfort. “Of course.”
He eyed the agent behind you, glaring at him as he kept his eyes on you. The agent shied away and Bucky seemed to breathe out in a short chuckle of victory.
He looked up as you scolded him, settling on his lap to spend whatever moments you had left before they decided to pick his brain apart. He wanted nothing more than to go back to your apartment and hold you while you watched some old movie that he would barely pay attention to. Instead he would hold you in his lap on the couch, his head resting against yours as he breathed you in, watching you giggle and smile as you watched.
You hated seeing him immobilized, metal arm chained down and horrid straps across his chest, but you wanted to make sure he knew you were there. “Hey, as soon as we get out of here you better buy me another bag of plums. You owe me.”
He looked up at you and the side of his lip ghosted up in a half smile. “Deal.”
You heard an agent clear his throat, subtly suggesting that time was up. You turned to Bucky and leant in so only he could hear. “I’ll be right upstairs, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”
He nodded and looked down, his hand tightening as he thought of you leaving to where he couldn’t see. You reached to peck his cheek gently. “I’ll see you soon.”
Bucky watched, a dull look on his face, as Sharon spoke with Steve. When he had finally become himself again after the fuzziness of attacking the base as the Winter Soldier wore off, he had shot up in a panic. He didn’t remember seeing you, hearing your voice, or even anyone talking about you. When he saw Steve he had begged to know where you were, but his friend had no answers. He himself didn’t know your whereabouts during the attack, much less after.
“Well I brought something else too.” Sharon looked at the car and nodded, and the back door opened slowly. You stuck a foot out, lifting yourself out to come into his view. Bucky’s head lifted as he watched you emerge, and he wasted no time in opening the door and looking upon you in the air.
You watched him close the door and eye you in relief. You crossed the space to meet him quickly, jumping into his arms and laughing as he caught you with ease. His nose buried in your hair to smell you, not fully believing that you were there. You pulled back to pepper kisses across his face, smiling as he protested with a soft grunt. He grabbed the back of your head and stuck his lips on yours to keep you from embarrassing him any longer. You grinned into the kiss, knowing you were making him blush behind his grumpy and stubborn nature.
“Are you too embarrassed to let me kiss your face James?” You whispered as he separated, his lips resting on your rose to give you a sweet peck.
“Prick in the car would never let me live it down.” He grunted, eyes downcast to look at your face. He relished you, your love and affection. His arms still cradled your waist, holding you against him as you held his shoulder for support.
You slid your eyes past to the man in the passenger seat, who gave you a polite smile and a wave. You waved back, to Bucky's disdain, and slid your eyes to Steve. He looked between the two of you with content, proud of his friend.
“Steve,” Bucky cleared his throat. “This is my…” he trailed off for a moment before looking down at you in hesitation. “Uh…”
“I think what this idiot is trying to do is introduce us.” You stuck your hand forward to shake his hand as Bucky grunted again. “It’s nice to meet you, Captain.”
“Steve. Call me Steve.” He smiled and shook your hand gently and smiled at Bucky. “I’ve never seen him at a loss for words before.”
Bucky shot him a look discreetly, but you tapped his chest in disapproval. “The embarrassment will be good for you in the long run.”
He huffed something under his breath. “Well we’ll be on the run for a long time sweetheart.”
“Plenty of time to humble you then.” The way you looked at him, hand on his chest as he held you by your waist, like he was the only thing for you made his heart sink.
“Are you prepared to do that? To never look back, to sacrifice everything you’ve ever known for me?” He looked down, clearly ashamed of what he had done to put you in this situation. “I can’t ask you to abandon your life for me— I won’t ask you to.”
His index finger rubbed circles on the bare skin under your shirt. “You don’t have to. I would, in a heartbeat.”
He looked at you in subtle awe, his hand tightening around your waist. “Sweetheart I-”
“Run away with the love of my life? What, like it’s hard?” A grin stretched across your face as the corners of his mouth picked up in a gentle smile.
“I…” His metal arm wound around your waist, the other moving up your back to hold you close. “I didn’t get to say it before and you still followed me through hell— I love you.”
Tears brimmed at your eyes; the words you had always wanted to hear coming from him was like a sweet relief. His puppy eyes and sweet smile reminded you that he was yours, your Bucky. Even though he was in danger, he was yours and you were his.
“About time, James.”
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does anyone have good wattpad or tumblr storys about bucky barnes that aren’t full of cringy stuff 😩😩😩😩😩
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Zemo: I actually have a black belt.
Bucky: In what, karate?
Zemo: No, from Gucci.
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when she has a really good C.E fic planned 👀 and more chapters of series are about to be dropped 👀
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