#james buchanan barnes
The writers should've had Bucky and Sam at least acknowledge that the government were the baddies, but strangely they didn't.
Sam only got to confront the government directly with that little pep talk in the finale, telling them to 'do better'. Corny and vague, what the writers did.
They wasted too much time getting the protagonists to antagonize a mere government pawn (John Walker), when directly fighting against the government would've been way more entertaining to watch.
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Kobik - Chapter V
Bucky X Reader
Chapter Summary: Bucky and Sam are still away leaving you and Kobik on your own. Soon, you learn that the two of you may not be as safe as you thought you were. And you learn a little more about how Kobik uses her powers.
Masterlist (For previous/future chapters)
“Wait, no!” you exclaimed.
“You have to slide like this.”
You demonstrated the move starting off with the run and sliding down the wood floor sideways.
“You can’t slide forward. That’s how you fall, kid!”
You were teaching her the Tom Cruise slide from ‘Risky Business', and having fun with it for the past hour or so determined to keep going until you both got it down.
She tried again wearing your socks that were obviously too big for her, but perfect for sliding. And once again she didn’t quite get it causing her to fall forward. She would have made full-face plants, but right before she’d hit the floor she’d begin to hover and bring herself back to a standing position. Honestly, you were pretty sure that the falling part was her favourite. You couldn’t blame her. Since she wasn’t actually getting hurt, watching her do it might have been your favourite part too.
The music that you were playing was so loud that you almost missed the sound of your buzzing phone on the table. It was Bucky.
You went to go pause it, but before you got to it Kobik managed to use her telepathic powers to turn it off.
It had been three days since Bucky and Sam left. And if it weren’t for him calling at least once a day, you would have been a bit worried.
“Hey, Y/N,” Bucky answered before you even had a chance to say anything.
“What’s up?” you asked.
“You and Sam find anything yet?”
You could hear a light sigh come from him. He sounded tired.
“We think we’re close.”
“Think?” you questioned.
“We’re pretty sure we’re close to figuring out who they are and what they want. We just need to figure out how to stop them before they go any further in their heavy search for her.”
Your heart skipped a beat. You had almost forgotten that the reason that Kobik was with you in the first place was because people actually wanted to hurt her.
“How’s she doing?”
Suddenly there was a squeal coming from behind you followed by a loud,
“I got it!”
“Should I ask?”
“Just…dancing,” you snorted.
“How are you guys doing?”
Suddenly you heard Sam’s voice shouting in the background.
“Tell your husband to stop being an irrational asshole so we can get through the next 24 hours in one piece!”
You let out a groan.
“Sorry I have you on speakerphone.”
You ignored that statement.
“Do I really want to know?”
Bucky awkwardly cleared his throat.
“Nothing you need to worry about, doll.”
Doll. He only used that when he was trying to suck up to you in the worst way possible.
Apparently, the two were headed to the airport in the countryside of Sweden and Bucky was driving.
“And how are…you?” he asked. His voice was a little bit apprehensive, and you knew why.
“We’re both fine,” you reassured. You both knew that you weren’t talking about you and Kobik.
You could sense a little bit of a smile in his voice along with a covert sound of relief.
“Have you called…I mean have you talked to…”
“Bucky,” you interrupted.
“Just get home in one piece, and we’ll get everything sorted out then okay?”
“What’s she talking about?” you heard in the background.
“Nothing,” Bucky replied annoyedly.
You playfully rolled your eyes. You knew he was going to keep this a secret for at least a little while longer.
You decided to let him go hoping that he would rest some rest on the plane ride back. When you said your goodbyes Kobik floated into your arms like a feather and said a quick hi, and bye. And before hanging up you also demanded Sam kick your husband’s ass if he didn’t behave. Sam happily agreed.
When you finally hung up you turned your head to an excited Kobik.
“Alright kiddo,” you said.
“Hit the play button.”
Kobik was surprisingly cuddly. And considering the fact that you were chronically sleepy nowadays, you couldn’t complain.
Despite the fact that it was only 5 pm, you didn’t want to move at all. And thankfully you didn’t have to. You laid on your side on the couch with SpongeBob playing on TV as Kobik slept cozily with her back against you.
You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. When you took it out you saw a text message from Bucky asking if you were home.
You decided that you didn’t really feel like texting so you just picked up the phone and called him.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Y/N, thank God. I was just about to call you.”
His voice sounded panicked.
“Are you at home right now?”
“Yeah, what’s up?” you croaked.
Kobik stirred a little bit at the sound of your voice.
“I need you to get out, now,” he stressed.
“I don’t have time to explain. Just head to our spot and be in the car within the next two min—”
Suddenly his voice was interrupted by a bullet shattering a window and hitting the kitchen counter.
Within an instant, Kobik was awake and alert.
“They’re here,” she said, grabbing you to jump behind the couch with her for shelter. She put her finger to her mouth signaling for you to keep her mouth shut.
Suddenly two men entered the apartment treading carefully.
“You think he’s here?” one guy in a blue shirt asked from the far corner away from you.
They were about 20 feet away from you with their backs turned to you. They were one motion away from seeing you. Actually, when you thought about it, it seemed unlikely that wouldn’t have seen you by now. And Kobik was uncharacteristically calm. And that’s when you noticed.
There was an almost invisible blue silhouette surrounding the two of you. Like a bubble; or some type of force field.
“Can they see us?” you mouthed.
She looked around her watching the two men passing back and forth in front of you.
She slowly shook her head.
“Do you really think that we’d still be alive right now if The Winter Soldier was in any close vicinity to us?” the other guy in a grey shirt answered.
“But the bigger question is where that little moneybag is. Kid killed my old partner. Weak-ass. How dangerous can a four-year-old with some powers be?”
Was that what they were calling Kobik? A moneybag? How much was she going out for like she was some inanimate jewel?
You took your phone out making sure that it was completely silent and began typing in the notes.
“Can we move while invisible?”
She nodded nervously.
You watched their patterns of movement and figured out how you were going to get to your bedroom which was where your gun was.
You wrote in your notes again.
“My room. Now.”
“Seriously, is anyone actually in here?” blue shirt whined.
Grey shirt shushed him and pointed to the keys laid out on the table near the front door, and your purse on the floor. It was obvious that someone was home.
He signaled him to stand on the other end of your office door which just happened to be the door across from your bedroom. They both counted down from three with their guns held tight in their hands anticipating some type of ambush and opened the door, storming in.
You took that as your queue and mouthed the words,
You bolted towards your bedroom and grabbed the case that held your gun. Kobik didn’t leave your side maintaining the illusion of invisibility.
After grabbing it you carefully walked out keeping Kobik close behind you. You saw that they were still in your office debating on who was going to open the closet door.
You took the opportunity of calm to fire three shots at the most dangerous-looking one and bolted back to the living room.
You couldn’t see who or where you shot exactly, but you could tell by the cries that you hit one of them.
One of them said something that you couldn’t quite hear. But the other one hollered,
“I just got hit in the fucking shoulder, you idiot!”
It sounded like grey shirt. Mission accomplished.
You almost smiled a little bit. Bucky was not going to let you be married to him without learning how to defend yourself to your best ability.
That was when you noticed that Kobik wasn’t at your side anymore. You began to panic.
“Kobik?” you whispered.
You turned to your left and found her in a corner under the counter of the kitchen. Keyword…You could see her.
Before you had time to get to her two bullets zoomed past your head by at least ten inches. You shot right back at whoever was hiding behind the office door trying to get you. Before he could fire another round you managed to shoot him right in the hand making him drop the gun. You ran over to Kobik to see if she was okay. Her terror was beginning to set in. Her hands shook, and her eyes were red trying to hold back tears and be brave.
“Are you okay?” you whispered.
And suddenly her eyes went from scared to terrified. That was when you noticed the reflection of a man in her eyes, and he was just about to shoot.
Kobik made a soft intricate motion with her hands, and just as she did the entire room transformed right before your eyes. Just like what had happened a few nights ago, this wasn’t your apartment anymore. This was that lab again.
She managed to separate the both of you from the other guys by a wall. You were now in a completely different room. She began to run towards a small door in the far right corner from you and waved her hand to make you follow.
You ran into the room and without using her hands she slammed the door shut and locked it. You were in a tiny room. There was a little bed in a corner along with a few toys, and a dresser to put clothes in. But it also looked and felt like a panic room.
“It’s okay now,” she said breathlessly.
“They can’t hurt us here. The wall's bulletproof, and they can’t see the door or hear us.”
“How do you know that?”
But when you looked into her eyes you knew the answer.
You let out a huge sigh of relief and wrapped your arms around her. She had been so good at keeping calm since the men entered, but as you started rocking her, her body began to shake.
“It’s happening again,” she whimpered.
You pulled away and placed your hands on her wet cheeks.
“Listen, kid,” you said.
“We’re gonna keep you safe. And I’m not going anywhere.”
She began to cry even more. But now she didn’t seem scared. She seemed almost relieved. She trusted you. And trusted that maybe just maybe, you were right.
Half an hour passed you and Kobik were laying face-up on the comfortable carpeted floor. For a room that was made up in 0.5 seconds, she really knew how to make her surroundings comfortable.
About 10 minutes ago you began to hear faint noises on the other side of the door. A bang here, a bang there, maybe someone yelling. You wondered if more people were coming in to look for you. Whoever it was, they didn’t sound happy. Maybe a boss or someone was yelling at them for losing the two of you. But you weren’t scared. As Kobik said, you were safe.
“Y/N,” Kobik said pulling your phone that she had just found from under the bed.
“I think this is yours.”
You shook your head and smiled. You knew that you must have dropped it, but you didn’t know that it followed you.
You remembered the last time that you had spoken to Bucky and how panicked his voice sounded right before bullets came flying through your windows. You couldn’t imagine how scared he must be. Or if even he was okay. The last time that you had heard from him was about 14 hours ago and he was about to fly back from Sweden.
You turned it back on to find 27 missed calls from both Bucky and Sam.
Right before you had a chance to call Bucky, Sam’s number popped up as he was calling. But you still had to be cautious.
“Who is this?”
“Who do you think it is?”
A huge sigh of relief escaped you.
“Are you guys okay?” he continued.
“We’re inside the um…apartment? And we can’t find you.”
Kobik seemed nervous to let your secret spot go.
“Just tell us where you are. Bucky’s currently interrogating two bleeding guys that he just handcuffed. I’m guessing that you had a little something to do with that?”
You snorted. But knew you definitely had to get out before any unnecessarily serious damage was done.
You nodded at Kobik telling her that it was okay. The coast was clear. And she trusted you. With one swift motion with her hand, the door flew open.
Sam was coincidentally in the same room as you guys but was startled when you opened the door.
“Shit!” he exclaimed.
“How did you guys…where did that door come from?” he then looked down at Kobik. His mouth opened and confusedly tilted his head.
“Y/N makes that face a lot too,” was the first thing that she said.
Under different circumstances, you definitely would have burst into laughter. But all you could do was walk over and hug him.
“Are you guys okay?” he asked looking you and Kobik up and down looking for any injuries looking relieved when you both seemed okay.
“Sam?” Bucky called from afar?
“They might still be—”
That’s when Kobik used her powers again and brought everything back to normal. In fact, everything that was damaged in the first place was also back to normal.
When everything was back in place you were in the same room as Bucky.
When he turned around, you had never seen anyone so relieved in his entire life. You ran towards him and he held on to you tighter than he had ever held on before.
“Y/N,” he gasped.
“Oh my God.”
“You know if you weren’t my husband I’d be sending you a medical bill for the cracked ribs,” you winced.
He pulled away thinking that you were actually injured before realizing how hard he was squeezing you.
“When were you going to tell me that you landed?”
He shook his head
You then remembered all of the unread messages that you had received while napping.
“Bucky!” Kobik exclaimed.
She had been distracted talking to Sam about what had just happened.
He smiled and let her jump into his arms.
“She’s a really brave girl this one,” you pointed out.
“I was lucky to have her.”
"Y/N I'm so sorry I never should have--'
You shushed him and reassured him.
"It's okay," you said.
"We're all fine. That's all that matters."
That didn't stop the expression of guilt in his eyes.
"Besides," you added and winked.
"You thought me well."
Bucky shook his head and brought you close hugging you and Kobik at the same time.
“I’m sorry to break up your little Hallmark moment,” Sam interrupted pointing to the two guys on the floor that were in fact cuffed, and bleeding on your wood floors and against the back of your couch.
“But we have unfinished business.”
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Genesis- Chapter 14
Warnings: Smut, me crying, Cute Henry, Genesis and Spence
“I don’t wanna leave you on the night of Halloween.” Genesis whined at the team especially to her brother who shook her head.
“Well it was either that or throw drugs in your locker and fire you.” Penelope Garcia piped up making the Brunette’s eyes wide
“Let’s face it, Reign…you’re a workaholic and we just convinced you to lead a normal life.” Derek laughed as the girl rose her eyebrows.
“Define normal.” Derek just sipped on his coffee and walked away with a smirk.
“Hey…” a new voice popped up making genesis smile at the familiarity and ran into the Man’s arms.
“Did you do it?” she hugged him tighter when she received a nod in response “I am so so proud of you.” she whispered, pulling back, James Barnes dipped his head pecking the woman’s lips.
“Whoa, hey, brother still here.” spencer Reid pulled back the girl with a protective scowl, the room filled with laughter at the scene before them.
Just then JJ entered the room with a smile “alright everybody I have an announcement to make, as I’m sure some of you are aware Henry was a little nervous going trick or treating this year but he’s decided to anyway.” she announced making everyone smile.
“What changed his mind?” Derek questioned.
“The BAU did.” she clarified “I told him he should go out on Halloween and try to figure out which monsters are real and which ones are not.” the teamed beamed at her explanation.
“So he wants to be a profiler.” Aaron asked with a rare and beautiful smile.
“Ah! He wants to be his favorite profiler.” she moved aside to reveal Henry dressed up as his godfather making the room give out sounds of delight and his godparents immediately rushing to him.
James watched as Genesis styles the child’s hair as spencer complimented him, she quickly lifted the child up on her hips and snatched spencer’s id from him attaching to the Henry’s cardigan “oh he’s official” they smiled.
Emily Prentiss was more focused on the look of adoration on James and moved towards him as Genesis and the others conversed among themselves “that’s cute.” she commented breaking him out of his daze “you love her.” she continued making the man nod “and you know I’ll shoot you multiple times if I find out that you hurt her.” James nodded gulping as her face turned into an innocent one “good, please take care of her, she deserves it.” Emily pleaded as the man gave her his word.
“hey Nes!” he called out to her and nodded towards the door indicating it was time to leave after hundreds of hugs and kisses and promises the couple headed back to her apartment.“So where are you guys headed?” Derek asked as Genesis took a deep dramatic breath. “Home.” she nodded receiving funny looks from her team mates and boyfriend.She laughed at them
“it was pretty funny, couple of weeks in Louisiana and then Brooklyn.”
James turned her around when she closed the door behind her, not giving enough time to even turn on the lights “can I kiss you?” he asked and immediately pressed his lips to hers after receiving a meek ‘yes’ from her, the once slow and innocent kiss turned into a lust filled hungry one “you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you” He mumbled against her mouth.
“I want this, I want you, you can never hurt me” she cupped face, he quickly pushed her back against the door while her hand fumbled over the wall to find the switch.
A shatter rang through the place when the light turned on, the couple laughed the broken vase on the floor as a result of turning on the lights “I hated that vase anyways.” she muttered with a small chuckle.
“Jump.” he whispered in her ear which she happily obliged to, turning into a moaning and panting mess when he attacked her neck with kissed, nibbles and bites.
“oh my god Bucky!” she gasped when his kisses hit her sweet spot, she could fell his smirk on her skin, he pulled back and kissed her lips again, angling their faces and tongues, He moaned into her mouth when her fingers tangled into his short brunette locks , sending shivers down her spine and wetness gather in her panties.
They quickly moved to her bedroom as he dropped her on the bed, hovering on top of her his “too much clothing.” he groaned in a deep voice making her let out an involuntary moan, he rushed to remove her shirt and pants, leaving her in her innerwear.
“So. Fucking. Beautiful” he praised making the heat rush to her cheeks.
“Too much clothing.” she spoke up undoing his pants when his hands stopped her.
“No, tonight is all about you.” he said sternly and immediately discarded his clothing and moved up to unclasp her bra.
His tongue glided all the way from her neck, to the valley between her breasts, nipping it and kissing it making her whine, to her stomach, caressing her hips when he finally came to the destination he so desperately wanted.
He now faced her throbbing slit, he could see how wet she was, he looked up at her, asking for consent and when he received a nod he removed her underwear without skipping a beat, diving into her pussy, eating her out like a starved man.
His vibranium arm went to her stomach holding her down while she whined and moaned from above him, writhing with pleasure. She tangled her fingers in his hair pushing him deeper between her legs eliciting a moan from him the vibration making her moan his name out loud.
His tongue swirled around her clit with such skill she arched her back moaning louder than ever.
“Bucky Barnes, fuck me right now before I kill you.” she panted out, him giving her a boyish smirk he moved up kissing her lips and asked for a condom, she moved towards her bedside table pulling one out which he immediately accepted and rolled it on.
He almost laughed when she angrily whined as he teased her with his tip rubbing up and down her slit, his dog tags dangling over her, she hissed in arousal when the cold metal rubbed her skin, she quickly grabbed his ass and pushed him into her, both of them letting out a moan at the contact, and he gave her the time to adjust to him, moving slowly when she nodded in approval.
His once slow thrusts became fast and hungry, as the room filled with grunts, moans and the sounds of skin contact. He pinned her arms above her securing it with his metal arm smirking as she gasped at his action. The two were desperate for a release.
“Bucky.” she gasped feeling the knot in her stomach.
“me too, come for me doll.” as if those words were magic she moaned his name louder as her walls clenched around him in pleasure when she came, making him moan out at the sensation as he felt himself spilling into the condom.
The two panted out of breath as they rode down their highs, the man rolled off of her to the side, discarding the condom. He rolled over, facing her, his left hand making its way to her cheek, gently rubbing it. “You were amazing love.” her heart fluttered at the nickname as she gave him a smile
“This is everything I dreamed of and more.” she smiled at him. She moved up and placed a chaste kiss to his lips. She moved her body so she could lay her head on his chest and he instinctively moved so he could hold her.
“I’ll be right here when you wake up.” he whispered kissing her head “Genesis?” he called out to her, she tilted her head to she could meet his cerulean orbs “I love you.” he mumbled making her laugh.
“I love you too” he grinned wider admiring her naked body on top of his, her hand clutching on to his dog tags, like it did the first time the fell sleep together. He brushed her short brown hair and lightly kissed it before he drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
The morning sun spilled into the room, Genesis was the first to wake up as she groaned at the light contacting her eyes, her hands letting go of the dog tags she was holding. It took her a minute to realize she was laying on the chest of James Barnes, the thoughts of last night flooded her mind, a smile gracing her lips. She looked over to the clock reading the time, she moved her hand up, running her fingers through his short brunet locks making him shift in his place, his eyes fluttered open immediately squinting his eyes trying to adjust to the light. It wasn’t long before his eyes met with her own doe orbs. “Good morning.” she whispered moving up to kiss his lips.
“Good morning Nes” he spoke in the same tone into her lips.
“we,” she stood up, walking to her closet as James watched her move around the room naked, adorning a smile of admiration and love on his face while she picked out her outfits “have to catch a flight in two hours.” she turned around facing him, screwing her face together “what?” she laughed he just shook his head smiling wider.
“It’s a pretty good sight before me.” she scoffed at his response and threw a shirt at him.
“so whipped.” she pointed her finger at him, he pouted as she moved into the bathroom to ready herself for the day “I never said you couldn’t join me sergeant.” she poked her head out which made the ex-assassin almost run into the bathroom much to her amusement.
“Boys!” she laughed as AJ and Cass ran up to the couple, pretending to knock them down as James hovered around them with the cake pretending to throw it on them.
A shrill scream sounded through the area making the couple snap their head towards captain America with a surprised look, he almost fell over making his way to the two and poked Genesis’ neck whose hand flew up to the place with a confused look “hickey…” he stuttered looking between the two “oh my god.” he repeated making the couple furrow their eyebrows in amusement while the moved and sat on the table with the Mother and children.
“Sarah, your brother is being a bother.” Genesis complained making the woman laugh.
“Join the club.” she scoffed looking at her brother who still had his mouth open.
“Yes, Samuel we’re dating now.” she deadpanned closing his mouth for him.
“Jesus, finally.” he breathed out making everyone laugh at his antics.
I was talking to the people Sarah introduced to me and glanced at Bucky, as if he felt me looking he turned around giving me a warm smile which made my heart melt, he immediately jogged over to me making me roll my eyes when his arms circled my waist pulling me against his waist.
“hi.” he whispered in my ears as I leaned my head back on his shoulders, Sarah smirked at me before walking to Sam who I saw was repeatedly hitting her pointing towards us. What a child.
“I am working.” I stated looking at his pout which made me hit him lightly. I scoffed when he let out a sound of hurt “oh so you can fall 200 meters and not handle a slap…that’s right, I have the video.” I smirked referring to the video I got when the two were in Munich. Thank you Samuel Thomas Wilson. He groaned as he reached out to get the food from me. I slapped his hand away.
“Wow you’re a violent lady” he whined and I innocently smiled in satisfaction.
“Stop being a dramatic piece of shit.”
“Okay you’re gonna be like this even if were dating?” I nodded vigorously.
He turned me around grabbing my cheeks and pulling my lips to his, Sarah came over and grabbed my spatula shooing us away, Bucky gladly took the opportunity to take me to the dance floor and his hands found my waist and mine fount his neck as we swayed around laughing our feet dancing to the music playing in the background.
After a while I ran to the place everyone were taking picture with Sam and I waited for my turn and jumped on his back, the two of us laughing as the picture was taken, I took multiple pictures, both of us looking like total idiots in every single one of them.
I looked at Bucky who stood beside be balancing the kids hanging to his vibranium arm while he dramatized his stories. He was truly happy, I could see it, and I believe everyone could. He deserved it more than anyone.
It felt peaceful, my legs were dipped in the water when Sam walked over “for the first time in a very long time, I don’t have to fight my way through.” I spoke as he sat next to me.
“I can see that, I’ve never seen you this loosened up.” I laughed at his comment.
“Me neither.” I nodded he threw his arms around my shoulder.
“I’m happy for you Gen, truly.” I nodded leaning onto him.
“And I’m so proud of you Sam, truly.” I smiled at him and stood up, pulling him up and hugged him.
“Thank you Gen.” he smiled softly “hey, food’s being served.” he noticed making me snap my neck towards him.
“Gah! Finally!” I threw my head back, he laughed and threw his arms around me again, the two of us walking over to everyone.
It was beautiful, the fairy lights swimming on top of us as me and James swayed to the music, not like the goofy dance before but just us in each other’s embrace when I looked up in realization, he furrowed his brows in concern “what?”
“You’re my home” I muttered to him, a smile slowly growing, his expressions matched mine
“And you’re mine, always and there’s no one else I’d rather be with.” he proclaimed pulling me closer as we swayed to the slow music playing, letting ourselves to relax.
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Bucky: *pulls out a knife*
Tony: oh no.
Bucky: *opens a box with it*
Bucky: *pulls a gun out of the box*
Tony: oh no
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Genesis- Chapter 13
Warnings: blood, character death, violence.
A/N: look at Samuel...a literal angel
“Nessy, I think it’s time you take a break.” The girl looked up from her file looking at the source of the voice “From fighting…” He explained further making her tilt her head in confusion. It had been a week since she arrived back to Quantico, there was one case in that week which was pretty short so they were back and writing their reports on it.
“Nessy, you’ve been going from one fight to another since you found out you existed, now you’re here in the FBI hunting Serial killers. I think you should take a break.” Genesis closed her file and looked at him taking a deep breath knowing deep down Spencer Reid was right. “You know I’m right because you’re being hyper non-verbal about It.” he chuckled at her.
“I was thinking about it too.” she admitted “but I don’t want to leave you.” Spencer Reid got up gaining the attention of the other agents’ attention.
“You worry too much about me.” he laughed crouching in front of her “I’m a big boy now, I’ll be fine as long as I hear your voice every day.” he assured her.
The team listened intently to the conversation knowing where it was going to end
“But how is it fair to you guys?” she frowned when Emily Prentiss joined in.
“If we keep you here…how is it fair to you?” Genesis snorted at this “I’m really doing this?” she breathed out.
“Babe, it’s 2023 it’s not like we’ll never see each other” JJ spoke up slinging her hand on her shoulders.
“I agree Reign, it’s time you took a break for yourself, focus on you.” making the group flinch and look at the Unit chief.
Genesis was just about to reply when she felt her phone vibrate, she dug into her pocket and fetched out her phone, immediately answering it seeing that the caller was Sam Wilson, the team watched her as her expression changed to a serious one. “I’ll be there” she assured and hung up.
“One last fight?” she smiled sheepishly at her team.
I immediately flew over the city, following Sam’s coordinates, I was just over the Bridge when I saw Sam pummel to the ground with a burning chopper heading towards the civilians, I joined my arms sending a golden force field freezing the chopper and pushing it into the water.
“Nice suit!” I laughed, landing on the ground, I liked it, that doesn’t mean I won’t make fun of it.
“Don’t you dare.” he warned, knowing where I was headed throwing a comm towards me which I caught with ease.
“I didn’t say anything, take a compliment Wilson.” I pouted as we took off in different directions.
“Nice of you to join Nes!” James yelled blocking a man who tried attacking him with a metal pole, I rolled my eyes, pulling my wings in and throwing the man away with my powers.
“You’re welcome” I huffed out before the man punched me making me lose my balance.
“James go!” I yelled at him noticing Karli burning the truck, he looked at me for a second before running towards the fire. “Son of a bitch.” I cursed breaking my hands free from his grasp and throwing force at him, knocking him out.
“Genesis! Contain the fire.” James yelled, repeatedly punching the door, and I did that. I could feel my powers drain from the fire absorbing it. I hate fires.
“Hurry up!” I yelled at him.
I heard Walker call out for Karli and I turned to look at him fighting the flag smashers.
The shield? Did he make that on his own? He definitely learnt that from a DIY Halloween video.
“Reign! Why are you laughing?”
James and I moved away the fire when we saw Walker getting his ass whopped by them, James ran in leading the bad guy away from killing walker.
“Bucky!” I ran towards the ledge where he fell to see him landing on his feet, I sighed in relief which immediately went for a toss when I felt my hand being restrained away from each other. I couldn’t use my powers. I screamed in pain when they lunged at me multiple kicks to my ribs.
Fucking Super Soldiers.
I could feel myself lose conscious with a blow to my head, before I knew it I felt the wind hit my back. Everything went black.
3rd Person’s POV:
“Genesis!” James Barnes caught the Girl who fell down the bridge and quickly laid her on his lap desperately trying to wake her up
“Nes! Genesis wake up, hey open your eyes baby. Genesis! Come on” he tried patting her cheeks before cupping it “Nes! Doll come on, you can’t do this now!” he pleaded his eyes slowly filled with tears.
He looked up to see a man holding an Iron bars, he Laid the girl down and moved away from her, in turn leading the fight away from her. The brunet called for her while fighting against the enhanced man.
The crowd watched as a truck hung on the ledge, brink of destruction, John walker made the choice of saving the people in the truck than fight. James Barnes watched in terror hoping John walker would pull through. The soldier flinched when the truck fell forwards and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw a purple force surrounded the truck holding it in place, following the trail of purple, his blue eyes met Genesis’s now purple ones while she struggled to stand holding up her joined hands.
She collapsed, seeing Captain America had it under control. James ran to her as they sat on the ground, she leaned back laying her head on his chest “I’ve got you.”
“I think I should do more cardio.” she panted making the man holding his laugh.
The pair scurried to their feet when they saw the Flag-smashers surround them.
“You of all people bought into that bullshit?” Karli scoffed in disbelief.
“I'm trying something different. Maybe you should do the same” Sam spoke confidently.
The group slightly panicked when the area filled with gas making them blind to sight “This way.” Sam guided them through the smoke leading them underground.
“Hey, Baby. We're underground. We entered the tunnel on William. Heading south.” Genesis spoke into her comm walking alongside them.
“Looks like they split up. Here” Sam stopped pointing to the right, John walker ran in making them feel wary
“I got it.” Genesis and James spoke at the same time, they looked at each other and smiled. Sam rolled his eyes.
“Wait Sam! I’ll come with.” she brunette called out to him.
“Gen, I want to deal with Karli on my own, I’ll be fine, go” he nodded assuring me.
“Stay safe cap.” she mockingly saluted him running off to where James and John were.
I took out the phone that I picked from one of the flag smashers and set a rendezvous point. I turned to look at the two men who looked at me with a confused expression.
“Agent Reign with the FBI, sending you coordinates, I need a SWAT team to trap the targets.” I spoke into my phone.
“Sleight of hand.” I laughed explaining how I picked the phone and dug into my pocket to throw James his keys, he searched his pockets while I laughed.
“Damn Genesis.” he grunted lowly. I stopped in my tracks, blinking a several times at him.
Son of a bitch, he smirked walking to the meeting point.
“"Mercy bears richer fruit than strict justice"” Walker quoted I rolled my eyes and pulled out the phone showing it to the flag smashers.
“It's a great app.” I nodded with a smile and thanked the officers who surrounded them and walked away.
“Lincoln, really?” James looked at walker.
“Great man. Great quote.” He shrugged.
“Not when you say it.”
We waited for Sam to arrive, I sat there cleaning my wounds when I saw the cameras go off I looked up to see Sam carrying someone in his arms.
I looked down, I couldn’t see her. She tried so much, she died fighting and right now if her fight went to waste, it would be a shame to humanity.
I looked up to see James standing next to me, his hands fell on my back slightly caressing it.
Karli Morgenthau was kid who deserved better. So much better.
I turned my head towards Sam when I heard him talk to the senator about how wrong they were and encouraging them to take the right decision and fight.
As much as I love teasing Sam, words couldn’t explain how proud I was of him and with the looks of it, James was too. This was Sam Wilson, my best friend, speaking his mind so effortlessly made me smile till my cheeks hurt.
There was no one worthy enough to take Stevie’s Mantle than Sam, he was giving that shield a meaning, a new, better meaning.
I smirked, just ‘cause he was cap now doesn’t mean I won’t tease him , I pulled out my phone typing out ‘cute cat videos’ and pretended to be invested in it.
“Sorry, I was, uh, I was texting and so, all I heard was, um, "a Black guy in stars and stripes".” James commented pointing at his phone while I showed mine to the men, them laughing at my antics.
“Nice job, Cap.” I complimented.
“Sharon?” Sam looked at her, she was trying to tend to her bullet wound.
“Blocking my light.” She mumbled.
“We gotta get you to a hospital.” Sam commented, I rolled my eyes, as if.
“She's not gonna listen.” I said at the same time as James making me chuckle.
“It's not the worst thing that's happened to me all week.”
“Uh, Cap?” a man came running towards us making me smirk.
“I think he's talking to you.”
“all right, I’m gonna get out of here” Sharon stated and left before I could or any of us could argue with his, she left reminding me of my promise.
“Hey Sam?” I looked at him while he was getting ready to leave.
He groaned and turned towards me “just say it.” I laughed at what was coming
“You look like a pimp.” I laughed harder as he flew away flipping me off.
That left me alone with James “Genesis, you know we have to talk.” I sighed looking at him. I don’t.
“Or I can ignore my problems until it goes away.” I suggested walking away before I felt his cold vibranium hand hold on my wrist pulling me back.
“Not this time.” he mumbled softly. His hands moved from my wrists to my waist, I inhaled deeply when he leaned his forehead on mine. “You meant it?” he asked me.
“Yeah, every word” I breathed out not knowing what else to say.
“And I mean every word when I say Genesis Reign, I love you.” my eyes widened at his words. He laughed “no need to be this surprised.”
“You’re not mad?” I stuttered out. If he loved me and I pretended like I hated him. Didn’t that hurt him?
“You had your reason…now that I know the reason, I forgive you” he assured me, a smile slowly broke into my face.
“You love me?” I asked bewildered. The man I’ve been in love with…loves me back.
James Buchanan Barnes loves me.
“Like love love me?” I stumbled over my words, he threw his head back laughing.
“Genesis reign, I fucking love you, and nothing will change it.” he proclaimed sternly, I closed my eyes taking it in.
I took a deep breath and started to speak “James Buchanan Barnes, I love you too.” he chuckled before he went silent.
“Can I kiss you?” he questioned after a minute if taking in our words.
“Please do.” I whispered, before I knew it his lips crashed on to mine. My eyes fluttered close due to the pressure I felt on my lips. I kissed back tilting my head to give him better angle, I pulled back for a second before kissing him again. He cupped my cheek brushing the skin making me sigh into the kiss I could feel my heart beating loud with each passing minute, I was so going to collapse. All I could think of was how his lips felt on mine.
We pulled back, panting for air. I threw my arm around his neck bringing him closer to me while his went around my waist.
“You won’t let go right? He spoke into my hair. He kissed my hair, I shook my head with a chuckle.
“Not a chance.”
“You sure you don’t need me?” I asked him holding onto his vibranium arm, he told me about how he was going to tell Yori the Winter Soldier was to one to murder his son.
“I’m sure, I’ll be okay” he assured kissing my head, I was heading to Virginia to say my goodbyes, and it was time to take a break, live the civilian life…well till the world ends…again.
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Natasha, watching Bucky in a bar fight: Do you think you could take him?
Tony: *nodding* yeah
Tony: oh, you meant in a fight?
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I really miss the long hair!!! Bucky with his long hair.
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some of my favorite pictures of sebastian stan that simply make me love him more
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Summary: 1940'S Bucky Barnes x Reader/ Present Bucky Barnes x Reader.
Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, some smut at some point.
Summary: Before the war, Bucky and Reader had the picture perfect life together. When she lost him, she thought that she would never find that kind of love again. However, someone from a different time returns to give her that love once more. Will she follow them through the unknown or come to terms that her once in a lifetime love is truly gone?
A/N: It is so hard to find gifs on 1940′s Bucky that I haven’t used yet. As mentioned in a previous chapter, I’m really not too sure how long this series will be. So it’ll be a “go as we all flow” kind of story. Enjoy!
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October 31, 1941
The sound of kids laughing brought a smile to my face as I gave them all a wave goodbye before letting the door shut behind me. I set the bowl of candy down on the end table that stood its place next to the door and with a tired sigh, I allowed my body to mold into the couch.
Halloween was my favorite holiday, my apartment being decorated from head to toe in a variety of decorations. Tonight, however, I couldn’t find it to be happy. No matter how many smiles I saw on kids' faces when they heard they could take two pieces of candy from my bowl.
I looked over to Steve and gave him a sad nod. “I thought Bucky would be back by now.”
“It’s alright,” Steve patted my knee. “His family goes on these vacations all the time.”
“I know. I didn’t expect him to be gone all month,” I sighed.
Bucky and I had gone on a handful of dates but never finished off the date with a kiss. He was always a gentleman, walking me to my door to make sure I made it inside safe. Call it nerves for the both of us or not ready to take the next step, we always found each other giving soft kisses on each other's cheeks.
We never gave us a label, unsure of what to call us, but we both understood how much we had cared for one another. He was constantly on my mind and I knew I had been on his because he would call me whenever he could; wasn’t that often but when he did, my heart would flutter.
Bucky had taken over walking me home from my shift from the diner some nights, Steve still doing so every once in a while. He promised Bucky while he was gone that he would look after me, even if some of the men we walked past on our way home were twice his size.
Even if he was smaller than most men, Steve never let that stop him from standing up to the bullies.
The T.V in the background played a soft tune of a commercial, showing men everywhere what they could do to help out during the current war that was going on.
“Steve Rogers. Don’t even think about it,” I warned with a pointed finger.
“I have to do something, Y/N.” Steve sighed.
We had this conversation almost daily. He wanted to go fight the war overseas but with his medical history, there was no way they would take him.
“You can do something. Stay here and stay alive,” I spoke.
Steve knew when to stop the argument, knowing that he wouldn’t get me to see his side. I understood that he wanted to stand up to the bullies in Germany but I couldn’t bear to see him get hurt because his asthma alone would stop him.
We sat in silence for a long while, watching the random show on television, and I could tell it was getting late, the sunset had casted the room in a glow a while ago. Now the bright moon light was now brushing across my bare skin of my ankles, my dress pants riding up a tad as I sat cross legged on the couch.
Hearing a knock on the door, I quickly grabbed the bowl of candy and opened the door with a plastered smile on my face.
“Trick or treat, doll!”
Bucky leaned against the wall next to the door with his arms crossed over his chest. He had a playful smirk pulling at his lips.
“You’re back!” I exclaimed, dropping the bowl of candy to my feet and walking into his now open arms.
“We got back into town about an hour ago. I had to come see my best girl.”
Bucky’s arm engulfed around me, his scent pulling me in. Teakwood was never my favorite smell but the way he wore it made my stomach flutter to my heart. It was the mint that made me completely swoon over him.
We parted slowly, Bucky keeping me in his arms, and with a soft touch he moved a loose strand from my face.
“You cut your hair,” he noticed.
I nodded. “Just a few inches.”
“I like it,” Bucky mused.
Our gazes locked intensely and I could feel myself being pulled in closer to his plump lips. They were a light pink and looked so soft. This invisible vortex had wrapped around us like a ribbon, tangling us together, and while I stood on the tip of my toes I almost leaned into him.
“Hey, Buck. Oh fuck, am I interrupting?”
Bucky and I both pulled away from one another and I shook my head at Steve.
“Watch your language, Rogers.” I mocked threatened.
“How’ve you been, punk?” Bucky pulled him into him, squeezing his shoulder.
They followed me back into my apartment while I tried to calm the heat that was engulfing me from getting caught for almost kissing Bucky.
“Good, jerk. Y/N has been keeping me on my toes the past month.”
I scoffed loudly, falling back onto the couch. “I have not! All we’ve done is eat junk food and watch television.”
Each guy sat on either side of me and I cuddled closer into Bucky’s chest. His arm immediately wrapped around me, fingers drawing circles on my bare shoulders from my tank top. We all sat for a short time, enjoying the time together. These two men had become the most important people in my life in only a few months and I realized that if neither of them was around, it would instantly put a damper on my mood.
An unattractive yawn fell from my lips and with a shrug from Bucky, he motioned to my bedroom.
“You should get some sleep, doll.”
I hugged him tighter. “But you just got back.”
He chuckled and ran a kiss on the top of my head. “I’m not going anywhere this time, I promise.”
I looked up into his eyes and weighed the decision in my mind for a quick moment. Steve must have felt the tension between us so he stood from the couch, telling Bucky he would meet him outside.
“Night Stevie!” I called over my shoulder to him.
Bucky and I were staring at one another again and he rolled his lip over his bottom lip. Biting my own, I swallowed whatever fears I had and pressed our lips together. They molded together for a moment and I pulled away, looking deep into Bucky’s eyes. He darted from mine to my lips a few times and suddenly attacked my lips once more; this time deeper and more passionate. My hands ran through his hair, messing up his perfectly combed back locks, while his hand perfectly cupped my cheek.
Our tongues danced with each other for a few more beats before we reluctantly pulled away, Bucky resting our foreheads together.
“Wow,” I breathed, my voice coming out of the horse.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile now,” Bucky admitted.
I giggled and placed another quick kiss on Bucky’s lips.
“I should go. Steve’s waiting for me,” Bucky noted.
“Come over tomorrow?” I asked hopefull.
“Wouldn’t want to waste another minute without you, doll.”
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I've also opened up my writings. I'll also be writing for Bucky Barnes, with the possibility of writing for Loki as well, down the road. I'm not sure if I will for sure be writing for Loki yet or not. I only just was introduced to the Marvel Universe a couple of days ago, and can firmly state, I have a soft spot for Bucky Barnes. so! If you have any prompts or anything that you would like to request, I am also taking Bucky requests now! Thanks <3
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Pairing: Tom x Reader
Warnings: fluff, angst, oral (f receiving), cussing, bffs to lovers
Summary: Y/N is tired of never finding the chemistry in a partner that she finds in her best friend Tom so she does an experiment
Request: hello! can you write a best friend turned to lovers (but they both have feelings for each other already) fic of tom hiddleston x reader with this prompt: “I need you to make out with me. Don’t worry though, it’s for science.” then after, things get really steamy so you may add smut on this hehe btw, i loved reading your works and i hope you write more!
Requested by: @aestheticallyholland
A/N: When i saw the prompt i knew exactly what i wanted to do with it so i hope y’all like it as much as i hope.! Requests are open! I will happily continue this story since i didn’t do full smut but i felt like since this was more emotional and exciting he wouldn’t wanna over indulge rather than make sure you’re okay if that makes sense.
ALSO i PROMISE The Servant P2 will be up next, this request was just super interesting and i couldn’t help myself. I promise i’m working on it as you read this!!
You trudge up the stairs to your apartment, let out a sigh and open the door. “Y/N? I thought you had a date tonight?” Your best friend Tom speaks from the couch. You frown slam the door and shed yourself of your purse coat and shoes. You slide onto the couch and lay your head on his lap. He instinctively strokes your hair and kisses your temple, your body feels flushed as a result and you hide your blush. “What’s wrong, Dear?” He asks and hearing that makes it worse. You groan and force yourself to your room with no explanation. He frowns, blaming himself.
Why why why why why why why. WHY tommy. You think to yourself. Why is he the only man you feel any connection to?! He’s been your best friend for years. No one compares. Tonight was a perfect example, date with a PERFECT man. He has a stable income, home owner, doesn’t talk about himself too much and is genuinely interested in you and still all you could think was how his eyes reminded you of your best friend Tom. He kissed you goodnight and you felt absolutely nothing. And this isn’t the first time.
The next day after you return from work you go out with some girl friends, they all convinced you that you just pick the wrong guy and so you’re gonna kiss every guy you talk to tonight to prove that you can feel something for anyone else. You exit your room to see him standing in the kitchen cooking dinner. “Oh- you’re leaving?” He asks with a frown. You answer as you fix your earring and slip on your heels, “Yeah don’t wait up” You quickly leave before his puppy dog eyes can get the best of you.
A few hours later you find yourself trudging back to your apartment just as you did the night before only when you open the door, the apartment is quiet and dark. You were the slightest bit drunk trying to feel something for those men, which was a horrible failure, which is the only reason why you did what you did next. You dropped all your belongings leaving a trail to his door. You’re left in your t shirt and undies before opening the door softly and biting your lip. You were gonna get your answer once and for all, was it just the tension, were you soulmates, do you just have great sexual chemistry?
You slip into his bed and nudge him awake. He groans lightly and peeks his eyes open. “Y/N? Are you okay?” He asks and sits up slowly. You pull him back down to his pillow. “I need you to make out with me,” You spill and his eyes widen, “Don’t worry though, it’s for science!” You defend and he laughs lightly. “Y/N what are you-“ His words are cut off by your lips and he moans into it. You pull back and stare at him. This was it. This is exactly what you’ve been missing... Him. Both of your eyes light up and he flips you so you’re underneath him. He kissed you deeper and both of you smile into the kiss. “I love you Tommy..” You whisper as he kisses your neck. “You love me?” He stills and you nod. “Y/N, I love you!” He says and holds your face as he brings you in for another kiss. He pulls away suddenly and clears his throat, “Is this okay? I mean we don’t have to obviously like-“ He rambles and you pull him down into another kiss. You flip him over and pull off his shirt. He’s surprised to find you half naked already but he doesn’t question it. “Say it again..” He moans as you kiss down his chest. “I...” *kiss* “Love..” *kiss* “You...” you moan as you suck just below his navel. You pull his bottoms off and he yanks you back up on him. “Let me please you like i’ve always longed to” He breathes out and kisses your collar bone up your neck and nibbles your ear.
He slides down and pulls you up so you’re now hovering over his face. You look down at him surprised and he smirks before tearing your panties in half and diving his face into your warm center. You could’ve came just from the sight. You choke out a moan and your hands immediately lace in his hair. “Holy shit Tom..” He moans hearing his name on your lips in such a sinful tone. He slides two long fingers inside of your dripping heat and you whimper and clench around them. As he works his fingers in his other hand is laced with yours locked safe and tight. He curls his fingers and hits your spot making your legs quiver around his head and he hums into you pridefully. Hearing the noises, feeling what he feels, he has never been so happy. He never thought this day would come that he could show you exactly how he would treat you if he had the chance. His thumb strokes your linked hand as he works an orgasm out of you. You’ve never felt so safe, so erotic so sensual and so beautiful before. He worships your body like you crave men to and you worship his just as much. The way he loves you brings you so much pleasure you can feel it in everything he does. He sucks your clit gently and your eyes roll back.
“Tommy i’m gonna cum” You squeeze his hand and he goes faster working his fingers in and out and a rush flows over you and you sob out as you orgasm on his fingers. Your legs can barely keep you up so he sets you down to sit on his chest while you recover. He catches his breath and licks his fingers.
He caresses your thighs with both ands and steadies your shaky legs while humming. “You’re okay, Dear” He coos and you come back down. Everything about that orgasm was so intense. You’ve never felt so consumed by passion before. And boy does he know it too because his boxers are as wet as you were. “Lay down, Love.” He eases you off him and brings you to his chest. Your shaky voice speaks up worried, “Wait no, I- wait what about you? I cant just-“ He shushes you. He kisses your forehead, “Another time love, i’m as satisfied as could be with you in my arms.” You hum dozing off in complete bliss and he can’t shake the smile plastered on his face.
“Sleep well, my Dove.”
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Strong, dangerous, mysterious and sexy🙄
This is THE WINTER SOLDIER BOY🖤
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On My Knees For You
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 1407
Summary: The sickly green tiles have sharp edges that cut into your knees, shredding your worn fishnets. The whole bathroom is done in the same vomit-green tile, and it casts the two of you in anemic colors. Bucky is standing over you, looking tall and intimidating in the nasty light of the dirty club bathroom.
Notes: Based on this Instagram post. Seb is playing Tommy Lee, which idgaf about. So Bucky became a rockstar (and kept his metal arm okay), and this fic happened. I’m sorry. I’m a hoe for a tattooed badass.
Warnings: smut, porn without plot, rough sex, face-fucking, choking, penis in vagina sex
DISCLAIMER: 18+ ONLY PLEASE. By clicking Read More you agree that you are 18 or over. I do not consent for minors to read any part of this fic.
Posted on Ao3: HERE
Do me a favor and reblog this if you like it. I really appreciate it. 💜💜💜
“Open up, dollface,” he says, tracing his thick thumb across your bottom lip. Your mouth pops open automatically, and the rough digit sweeps across your tongue, tasting of cigarettes and whiskey. If you could taste the tattoos that swirl over his skin they’d taste like licorice, angry and black, and as lethal as the man who wears them.
The sickly green tiles have sharp edges that cut into your knees, shredding your worn fishnets. The whole bathroom is done in the same vomit-green tile, and it casts the two of you in anemic colors. Bucky is standing over you, looking tall and intimidating in the nasty light of the dirty club bathroom.
“Open wide, dollface,” he growls, “don’t choke on it.” His thumb on your tongue, and index finger under your chin, he roughly pries your mouth wide with his pincer-grip. His cock is huge, and you’re not sure how he expects that you won’t choke on it, but damn if you ain't gonna try.
Your eyes are on his face, framed with long shaggy hair, dark eyes ringed with smudged kohl. He’s biting his bottom lip when his fat cockhead slides over your tongue.
He’s only just started feeding you his dick and you already feel the strain in your jaw. He slides his thumb out of your mouth so he can slip more of his prick in. His fist is wrapped around the base of his cock and the metallic fingers are still an impossibly long way away from bumping against your lips. In a blink, his rough grip changes, and his fingers are pressed into your cheeks, wrenching your jaw even wider. With a grunt he thrusts in, finally his metal fingers are gone, and he’s pushing past your gag reflex.
And you do choke then, a wet, broken gagging sound that makes Bucky grunt, and you feel a wet drizzle of precome slide down the back of your throat.
“Fuck you sound pretty, gagging on my cock, dollface.” Another thrust, and it happens again. He cups his unyielding metal hand around the back of your head and starts fucking your face in earnest. Tears are running down your cheeks, and you can feel drool coursing down your chin every time he pulls out.
He abruptly withdraws from your mouth, sending you rocking forward, hand planted between your knees to keep yourself from falling. His metal arm winds itself into the hair at the nape of your neck, and your skin tingles when he uses it to pull you to your feet.
He’s backed you against the wall now, the metal fingers are wrapped around your throat. He kisses you roughly, not caring about the mess he made of your face. His right hand is under your skirt, rubbing against the soaked fabric of your panties.
“Dollface, you’re dripping for me. Can’t wait for me to fuck you, can you?” You shake your head, and with a quick yank, your panties are gone. Bucky tosses the shredded mess onto the floor. His fingers are back to rub your cunt, but the fishnets are in his way now, so he rips them right up the middle.
You groan when he shoves three thick fingers into you with a wet squelch. Slick runs down your thighs and Bucky curses at how drenched you are.
Your knees go weak when he bends to kiss you again. His tongue is in your mouth, and your legs aren’t supporting you at all anymore, but you don’t so much as budge from your spot on the wall. Bucky’s metal arm has you pinned in place as surely as if you’d been mounted there with screws.
Then his big hands are on your ass, scooping you up to wrap your legs around him. His thick cock is nudging against your pussy, and you make a broken sound when he starts pushing in slowly.
He feels even bigger than he looked when he was in your mouth, and the stretch hurts in the sweetest fucking way. “Oh, fuck, Bucky,” you groan, “so big.”
“Yeah. Fuck, you’re tight. You can take it, dollface. Know you can.”
Finally his hips snug up against your ass, and you’re having trouble breathing because you’re full of his cock. With a primal growl he starts fucking you hard and fast, punching weak pleading noises out of you. You cling to his shoulders, your nails leaving hot, angry furrows in his skin.
He perches your ass on the edge of the filthy countertop, and the new angle drives his cock right into your g-spot. An orgams rolls over you without warning. Bowing your back, and balling your hands into fists, you leave a pattern of bloody half moons all over his shoulders. A gush of hot, slick fluid rushes out of you, drenching the front of his leather pants with your come.
He pulls out of you with a grunt, spinning you, and pushing you onto the countertop. He pushes back into your pussy and fucks you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. He yanks you back against his chest, letting you leave one knee on the countertop, and hooking his tattooed arm under your other leg to spread you open for him. His cool metal hand is wrapped around your throat. And maybe it’s a promise. Maybe it’s a warning. Maybe it’s a threat.
You’re both in the reflection of the dirty mirror over the sink. Bucky shines with a sheen of sweat, but other than that she shows no sign of strain. He isn’t even out of breath.
“Look at that, will ya?” his Brooklyn drawl is even thicker when he’s got his dick in you. “Tight little pussy split open on my cock. Look so fucking good when you’re full like this, doll.”
He spreads his big hand over your lower abdomen. “Fuckin swear I can feel myself right here.” The pressure helps him pound into your g-spot again and sends another orgasm burning through you, and you come with another rush of fluid, screaming Bucky’s name. The rapid-fire orgasms make your head swim.
“Oh fuck,” Bucky chokes out. You’re squeezing around him, and you feel so much tighter from this angle, and he’s racing toward his own release.
He grits his teeth together, and brings chilly fingers to your clit. “One more time for me,” he demands, “come on doll. I’m close.” And he doesn’t even have to ask, because you’re already right fucking there, as his fingers push you over the edge, screaming and gasping his name.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he grits out in a rough voice, “Oh fuck—”
A heartbeat goes by where he feels impossibly large, and then his cock is throbbing inside you, flooding you with his hot, sticky come. Bucky bites your neck as he fucks out his last few strokes, pushing jizz out of you, leaving a streaky mess on his leathers.
Much more gently than he’s been so far, he spins you in his arms, and sets you on the countertop. He passes you a handful of paper towels from the dispenser, and grabs more for himself.
“I think you ruined these pants,” he chuckles, “And I’m not even gonna say how wet the inside of my boots are.”
“I can hardly be blamed for that,” you sniff.
He holds his hands up in supplication, “I’m just saying—you were there too.”
You giggle as he leans against the countertop, tucking you under his arm.
“You ever fuck a rocksar before, doll?”
You snort a laugh. “Only every single day, punk.”
Bucky chuckles and you elbow him in the side.
“And everytime I touch myself...” you continue.
Bucky grins at you like a predator, “Oh doll, now we’re talkin’...”
“Down boy. I know you don’t need to recover, but I sure as shit do.”
“Well, I’m feeling generous, so you take five.”
Your laughter echoes off the grotesquely colored tiles. Steve, the bass player for your band The Howling Commandos peeks through a crack in the door. “If you pervy fuckers are done, the bus leaves in fifteen. Don’t worry about packing up your equipment, I took care of it…” Steve turns away with an eye roll, mumbling, “like I always fuckin do.”
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Another Time, Another Place
James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes x Female Reader
PART SEVEN (catch up on the series here!) or, if ao3 is your thing, here
Word Count: 1,437 *unedited*
This is a filler chapter! Nevertheless, I hope you all enjoy! Thank you for the continuous support and feedback with this series. I really really love writing this! Also all y’all who have filled out my taglist?? Your jokes are immaculate omg. I love them.
It was the warm sun seeping in through the blinds that woke him, his eyes squinting as he pulled himself from the depths of sleep to find you no longer in his arms--where he’d expected you to be. Bucky didn’t get much sleep, like ever, plagued by his own endless nightmares that came from his haunted past, so when he had heard you thrashing on the couch he’d already been awake. It had been instinct to crawl next to you, moving your out-cold body to lay across his chest and hold you in his arms. He’d felt you relax into his embrace, and it was honestly the best he’d slept in months, too.
But at some point during the night you’d apparently gotten up and taken the floor spot. He tried to not let it bother him, but the fact that you’d rather sleep on the floor than next to him made his heart ache. Just a little.
At the sound of footsteps approaching the living room, his eyes leveled to meet Sam’s, who had Cap’s shield strapped to his arm as he motioned towards the back door. Bucky was on his feet immediately, tiptoeing around your still-sleeping body.
“You made her sleep on the floor?”
Bucky shot the quietly-laughing Sam a glare as the pair walked out the back door together.
It took another two hours, just before nine in the morning, for you to wake up. Your lower back was aching from the harsh flooring underneath you, and the sleep in the corner of your eyes was irritating. It’d been a long, long time since you’d had coffee, yet you knew you needed it. Maybe coffee will solve my problems.
As you trudged into the kitchen, knowing that you must have looked like a complete mess, you tried to get the images of The Winter Soldier out of your mind. They’d plagued you for hours last night--seeing Bucky turn into what you could only describe as a rabid animal still made you want to throw up--and they’d followed you into your sleep.
You’d dreamed about The Winter Soldier being sent to kill you.
Because, ultimately, that’s what Senator Pierce was planning on doing with you, wasn’t it? You had never truly learned about what he wanted with you--he’d apparently died in the raid on SHIELD headquarters, but that was all the info you received. Knowing what you did about programming and what Senator Pierce ultimately wanted to accomplish, it made sense that he would have eventually grown tired of funding a project that wasn’t heading in the direction he wanted.
It was all speculation on your part, of course, but nevertheless you saw The Winter Soldier in your dreams, his eyes the same icy blue that you’d once loved.
You had expected to find Sarah or the kids in the kitchen when you rounded the corner, but instead you found Sam. He was pouring a steaming cup of coffee into a mug, his eyes never once leaving your face as he did so.
“Good morning,” you managed, thanking him as he slid the cup of coffee towards you before fixing one for himself. You tried to avoid his eyes as you sat in one of the barstools, the warmth of the mug seeping into your palms.
“I saw what you looked up last night.”
“(Y/n), stop. You don’t need to justify your actions. I get it. I do. But I do think that you should have let Bucky tell you when he was ready. He’s got a lot of demons, just like I know you do. And poking your nose in things where it doesn’t yet belong is going to make things messy.” He took a sip of his coffee. “There’s a reason Bucky hasn’t told you things, yet. You should have given it more time. Because I can see this blowing up in your faces.”
You stared down at the coffee, swallowing thickly. You knew he was right. Of course he was. The curiosity had gotten the better of you and instead of actually taking a step back and thinking about any possibly repercussions of said curiosity, you went for it. You acted on impulse. The same impulse that had put you on Zola’s train. And everyone knew how well that turned out.
“I just wanted to see if I was right.” You murmured, “And on top of being proven right, I got confirmation that he’s not the same man he used to be.”
Sam sighed, setting the coffee mug on the counter in front of him. “No, he’s not. But you knew that already. I know you did. I obviously didn’t know him in the 40s, but it’s been nearly eighty years. And he’s been through a lot. That changes people. Just like you’re probably not the same as you were.”
You could only nod, knowing that it was most likely the truth but also knowing that it was a truth that you couldn’t yet accept. You didn’t think you were ready to accept that you were a different person, even if you could feel it deep down.
“What was he like?” Sam asked, and as you looked up you saw a small smile on his face. “In the 40s. Before all this. What was Bucky like?”
You felt your cheeks warm just as your heart did, and you couldn’t help the smile that crossed your lips, “He was...the best man I’d ever known. I met him through Steve--Steve and I were neighbors, you see--and from the moment I met him I was just..enamored. He and Steve loved to pull pranks on me. Bucky loved to laugh and dance--he was an amazing dancer,” you glanced out the kitchen windows, through which you could see Bucky throwing knives at targets hung up on trees. “He used to take me to dance halls whenever he could. He used to tell me that it was because he wanted to show me off, but in reality I think it’s because he wanted to show off his dancing skills.” You couldn’t help but laugh quietly, images of those crowded dance halls and Bucky swinging you around in a swing dance, both of you full of smiles and laughter and love. So much love. “Bucky was kind and considerate, but he had a rough edge that came out whenever he felt that someone was treating either me or Steve with disrespect. But...but most of all he was loving. Every time he took me out he brought me flowers, to the point where I was running out of vases. It was always my favorite kind of flowers, too. And the day he proposed--he’d been so nervous that I thought he was going to end things with me, honestly, but he took me on a picnic and asked me to spend the rest of my life with him.” Another glance out the window told you that Bucky was pulling out the knives from the tree. Even from your spot in the kitchen, you could see him glance towards the road. “I’ve never loved anything, or anyone, more in my entire life. It was a no brainer.”
When you turned to look at Sam, you could see the gears turning in his head. “I’m trying to picture Buck dancing, and I can’t. At all.”
You let out a laugh--a real, genuine, happy laugh. Because, quite frankly, you couldn’t picture him dancing anymore, either.
“Can I ask you something?” Sam started as the both of you calmed down from your laughing fits. You nodded, giving him the go ahead, “Does the rest of your life mean starting now? Think about it...you two have a whole new chance at this thing. Does that ring still mean what it meant to you then?”
It’d been something you’d thought about, a lot, since you were pulled from your cell and reunited with Bucky. You weren’t sure if you were even capable of feeling that way anymore. There was too much darkness, too much confusion, and it made feeling anything other than fear and dread seem so far out of reach. Did you want it to mean something again? And if so, were you willing to try? Try to climb out of the depths of your darkness and enjoy life again, enjoy this new life that could very well be a second chance, like Sam had said.
You opened your mouth to answer when the kitchen door opened, and you and Sam both looked over to see Bucky standing in the doorway, his face void of emotion as he spoke, “Rhodey’s here to speak to you.”
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Bucky Barnes (Sebastian Stan)
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: fluff fluff and more fluff, horrible writing idk how i feel ab this 😭
Summary: Bucky has a crush on Tony’s secretary.
Request: Give me fluff or give me death! Just kidding, may I request a fluffy Bucky Barnes fic? It can literally be about anything.
A/N: this was such a broad request i hope i did your request justice 🥺 i didn’t proof read cus i’m super tired but i’m reading through all your requests and i will get to them all asap i promise thank you so much for all the inspiration request away!
“Alright Ladies and Gents.... and mantis...” Tony says as you hand out spreadsheets to each individual at the table. Mantis let’s out an excited giggle even though she has no idea what he meant. “It’s about that time for another team meeting..” Tony goes on and you lean over to hand out the last one to none other than mister Bucky Barnes. He glances up at you and smiles with a nod. You blush slightly and step back. The whole meeting you felt him eyeing you. Tony babbles on about various topics and Steve pipes up with a sarcastic comment here and there with Scott laughing and high fiving everytime.
“So basically, just please show up to my parties guys I let you live here rent free.” Tony finishes and they all groan. He could never end anything on a serious note. As everyone gets up to leave Tony speaks up once more, “Oh yeah guys speaking of, there’s a party tonight and I swear if anyone ditches again you’re homeless.” He says and stares at Bucky, Loki, Wanda and Steve. Later in the day you run into Bucky in the main hallway. He smiles innocently and you pass each other. Before he could get far you turn around, “Mr. Barnes!” You call and wave him back toward you. He looks around and approaches you. “I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go to the party tonight, like with me..” You ask and nibble on your bottom lip as his eyebrows shoot up. “Like-like a date?” He sputters. “If you want, yeah” You say and before he could finish a thought you kiss his cheek and continue, “meet me by my room around 9:30 if the answer is yes” You smile and walk away leaving him there shocked with a burning blush on his cheeks.
9:30 came around and not a minute after you heard a knock on the door. You open the door in a burgundy dress. His breath hitches in his throat and he clears his throat quickly. “U-um.. these are for you” He says weakly and hands you a bouquet of lillies. You smile brightly and take them before smelling them. “They’re beautiful, thank you so much James.” You say sincerely and he stiffens at his name on your lips. “I’m gonna go put these in a vase, come in.” You invite and turn around showing your exposed back of the dress. He’s surprised you invited him in, he’s surprised he’s here with you at all. “You look amazing tonight” You yell out from the bathroom as you fill the vase with water. He rocks on his heels nervously. “Look who’s talking” He answers as he dries his sweaty palms on his pants. You return with the flowers in a vase and set them next to your bed. “Perfect.” You say and look to him. “You ready?” You ask and he nods.
You take his hand in yours and his heart flutters at the sensation. As you make your way downstairs the music grows louder and louder and, to Bucky, so is his heart. He never realized how nervous he’d be with you. He knew he needed to pull himself together. Stepping off the elevator to the party, He tugs you to the dance floor and immediately starts twirling you around. You squeal in excitement and he smiles. He pulls you back close to him and stalls for a moment. “That was amazing” You say out of breath. The song changed to a slow one and you danced lightly. “Yeah that’s how it was done in my day.” He chuckles. “At least, when you were trying to impress a pretty girl.” He finishes. You smile at him and blush. “You want to impress me? But why?” You inquire. He takes in a deep breath.
“I’ve liked you for some time now Y/N and i’m hoping you’ll be my girl.” He says with a shaky voice. You look up at him with bright eyes, “Really?” You spoke and giggled. “Of course, of course, of course!” You repeat and jump into his arms. Suddenly you hear applause and displaced “whoops” from the bar just to see Tony, Nat, Steve, Sam, Thor and Scott cheering him on and giving him a thumbs up.
“About damn time, Barnes!” Nat yells and you giggle and bury your face in his chest.
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Fireworks: Bucky x Sarah, Chapter 9
FInally some closure! Still a few more chapters, but things are heading the right direction. If you’re following along, I posted chapters 8 and 9 today, so don’t miss that one. Thanks for reading!
Bucky gently put Sarah down, feeling a stiffness in his muscles.
You have been a problem, Sandhurst spoke in his head. I didn’t know you were in a relationship with Ms. Wilson. That was my fault, I admit. Insufficient exception handling.
Bucky gripped the disc with his metal fingers. He would crush flesh and bone before letting someone have control of his mind.
The first few minutes are the hardest. Controlling the Winter Soldier is a challenge I’ve wanted to try. But your mind is already broken, isn’t it?
Bucky’s hand tremored. “What was the play?” he asked through numb lips. Keep the idiot talking. “Everyone knows Sam’s compromised. Nobody trusts me anyway. Not too stealthy of you.”
Sandhurst narrowed his eyes. Bucky’s fingers tremored again, a shiver that ran up his arm.
“With Wilson,” Sandhurst said, “it’s personal. How do you think Karli Morgenthau stayed off the grid? How did she cover her tracks? Keep her face off surveillance a thousand times? I did it.”
“Sam didn’t... kill her.”
“He weakened her. Made her doubt. He ended the Flag Smashers; he renewed hope in this country. Countries, greed, borders, I could make it all so much more efficient. Karli didn’t understand, but I was going to ride her vision to success.”
“So... you want to do what? Control Sam? Control the president? Won’t work.”
He gave a gruesome, secret smile. Won’t it?
Bucky felt sweat soaking his shirt. Fear sweat. He willed his fingers to crush the disc, but Sandhurst’s force was there. His hand hovered, his fingers quivering.
Sandhurst wasn’t strong enough to move his hand away yet; Bucky wasn’t strong enough to completely throw him off.
Darcy met his eyes. She shifted her gaze deliberately to a cloth pouch dangling from Sandhurst’s belt. It contained more discs.
She shifted her eyes to and fro.
Yes, Bucky got the message. She needed one of those discs in her machine to stop Sandhurst’s transmission and free the others.
Unfortunately, he was so far from being able to lunge and get one, they might as well have been on the other side of the stadium.
This was very bad.
When Sarah began to come around—was that twice in one day?—she was crumpled on the floor. She felt Bucky’s foot under her back.
Ugh. Her head throbbed, her arm hurt. Her body might burn through anesthetic quickly, but it made her feel like dirt.
She remembered why he’d done it. He was protecting her from Sandhurst, but still...
Sarah realized belatedly that Sandhurst was talking, and it wasn’t in her head. He was right there in the room with them.
“Wilson is going to die today,” he said. “No help for it, part of the plan. You, however,” he grunted. “If I can get solid control, you would be very helpful to keep on staff. Every programmer needs to co-opt the occasional subroutine from a competitor, you know. And what are you, if not free code, free for the taker? Your brain has been used and passed around like a whore, what makes you think you can keep me out?”
Sarah burned in anger. She risked a peek.
It would only be seconds before Sandhurst realized she was awake.
She thought of Bucky catching her before she fell. She thought of him protecting Sam’s back on countless missions. Of him playing basketball in the driveway with Cass and AJ. He was part of her family and she would not let him go down this way.
In one quick motion, Sarah grabbed the knife from her pocket. The one she’d stolen when this first began.
She rolled to her knees; a flick opened the knife.
With a grimace, she drove it into Bucky’s arm. Straight through the disc.
His blood trickled off the knife and down her arm. Kind of a lot of blood.
But his face relaxed and his mouth opened with relief. He took a huge breath. There were tears in his eyes. “Thank you, Sarah.”
He charged Sandhurst and hit him in the torso. He hit him so hard, they both crashed into the huge glass windows in the front of the press box, which shattered outward. He and Sandhurst went flailing out of sight into the stands below, though Bucky threw something in the gaping window as he fell.
Sarah licked her lips and staggered to her feet.
“That was awesome,” Darcy said to Sarah. She grabbed up the bag of discs that Bucky had wrenched off and thrown back to her. “I can see why Bucky likes you.”
She frantically got one of the discs—holding it like it was a roach—and pressed it into her modified spectrometer. “If Bucky can just keep Big Ugly occupied for a minute... and I can hack into his controls...”
She rolled her shoulders, trying to focus on her program. The disc that was now attached to the base of her neck, just over her spine, seemed to itch. She’d heard what happened to Sandhurst’s guys on the side of the highway. No way did she want to die in an explosion like that. No, sir, no, thank you.
“Okay, never mind, I can’t just hack into his system... but I can... I can probably modify the signal. It’s a point-to-point network, each node communicates with the others.”
Darcy bit her lower lip as she tried different configurations. “However, if I modify it the wrong way, it could send the kill signal. That would suck.”
Sarah raised gestured at the computer. “Don’t waste time telling me!”
Darcy smiled tensely. “Don’t worry, it helps me to talk while I work. I sound like an idiot, but I’m not. Though sometimes I wish to heaven my job involved normal daily stress and not sudden spikes of deadly danger. I need a vacation.”
“You ballsy bugger,” Darcy suddenly exclaimed. “He’s got them on a fail-safe. I mean—if the frequency stops, they’ll blow. If he dies, they’ll blow. If I take down the network...”
“They’ll blow.” Sarah twisted her hands.
Darcy typed furiously. “Which means I got to figure this out before Bucky kills him. But Sandhurst didn’t count on me, I eat gods for breakfast.”
Bucky managed to land on top of Sandhurst, who took the brunt of the fall. His exoskeleton was still in bad shape from their fight earlier.
This part of the stands had cleared—which was half of a miracle Bucky didn’t have time to contemplate—and they leaped to their feet, both balancing on benches. Sandhurst had the higher ground, but Bucky didn’t care.
This time, Sarah was safe. No discs were nearby. Bucky just needed to keep Sandhurst busy. He didn’t hold back.
Bucky got the knife out of his arm—bless Sarah a thousand times for her quick action—and used it. It wouldn’t cut through the exoskeleton, but Bucky managed a jab at his ribs, another at his thigh.
They cartwheeled through the aisles. Twice Sandhurst tried to use his repulsors to fly away, but Bucky tackled him back to the stadium.
“No, you don’t get to leave this time.”
Darcy began to smile. “I’m copying the signal from Sandhurst’s node. I’m going to make this one the command node. We won’t be able to use it like he could—unless you’re telepathic at all, please speak up if so—but it will keep the signal uninterrupted. No kill signal.”
“So, he’s got a disc on himself?” Sarah said. “I didn’t see one.”
“Probably hidden. Seems like they work anywhere on the body.”
“And... copied. We’re in business now.” She pointed to the disc in her spectrometer. “No more fireworks today.”
Bucky’s fight with Sandhurst was punishing, but he didn’t let up. Couldn’t let the man regroup. Couldn’t let him control Darcy and Sarah.
Out of the corner of his eye, Bucky saw Sam coming toward them. That did seem to be Sandhurst’s hail mary.
This time Sandhurst sent Sam slicing by Bucky, catching his arm with the tip of his sharp, metal wing.
The cut stung but wasn’t too deep. Maybe Sam managed to pull back slightly?
Sam came around again, and Bucky ducked lest he get sliced across the back of his neck.
In ducking, he gave Sandhurst an opening, and got a knee in the face. He reeled back.
Sam was coming around again.
This time, as Bucky fought, he maneuvered Sandhurst’s back toward Sam. Bucky couldn’t perfectly control his position, nor could he control how Sam came for him. But Bucky thought... there might be an opportunity.
Just as Sam reach them, Bucky executed his plan.
He couldn’t count on Sam’s exact movements, but he could count on where his wings would have to be as he came at them.
Bucky surged in close to Sandhurst, nearly cheek to cheek, and threw him over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold.
Sam’s wing carved across Sandhurst’s back.
Sam was good about being in the right place at the right time.
When Sam saw Bucky hoist Sandhurst into his path, he leaned into it. He couldn’t do much, but he’d fought for a little mental wiggle room during the fight, and now he used every inch of it.
He felt his wing slice across Sandhurst’s ribs and through the spinal column of his exoskeleton.
“Yeah!” Sam shouted. He came around, and... he was flying under his own power.
He landed next to Bucky, shield up, ready to help finish the bastard.
Sam didn’t think he’d given a killing blow, though certainly the exoskeleton was done for, but Sandhurst lay on his face now, barely moving.
There was a long flesh wound diagonally across his back, but really little more than a scratch. It wasn’t much compared to what he’d taken before, like the bullet in the leg.
Bucky reached down and cracked off what remained of the exoskeleton. Hidden under one section of the metallic spine, was a disc. Sam’s wing had cut right through it.
Sandhurst coughed and rolled himself over onto his back, looking up at them. “I lost, but so did you. You never grasped the genius of my plan.” He bared his teeth. “I want to see it...”
They both frowned. Waited.
“What do you want to see?” Sam demanded. “Cause I’m pretty sure my friend here is ready to crush you the minute I give the word.”
Sandhurst blinked, looked at Sam in confusion. “My disc... it’s offline. You’re dead. You’re all dead.”
Sam looked at Bucky. “Do I look dead?”
Bucky was still breathing heavily. “Shockingly alive, actually. Darcy must’ve done it.”
Sandhurst’s eyes blazed. He began to rise and Bucky planted a foot on his chest. “Stay down.”
Up in the press box, Sarah was reporting to Darcy. “They got him down. Some blood but they look okay.”
Darcy exhaled long and slow, peering at the humming lines of communication visualized on her screen. “Sandhurst’s disc is definitely offline. You and I are okay; and Sam. That must mean it worked.” She tapped at the keyboard a couple more times. Her pointer finger hovered over the space bar. “The question is... I could reverse the failsafe back on him. His disc is offline but the explosive capability is still there. One tap and it’s done. He’s dangerous, for sure. But I know Jimmy would say we need to do it right—”
Sarah bumped Darcy’s hand out of the way. Slapped the button.
“Whoops,” Sarah said, deadpan. “My bad.”
End of Chapter 9
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Fireworks: Bucky x Sarah, Chapter 8
I had so much fun writing the next two chapters! I think I’ll post both today, since they really do go together. Happy Saturday!
Sarah heard Sandhurst’s voice in her head when he was ready to enact his plan.
She wrapped her arms around Sam’s neck—with relief more than anything—and they soared out of the wretched prison they’d been in all afternoon.
She was, of course, concerned about what was coming next, but the rush of wind against her sweaty skin was delicious. For a moment, she just closed her eyes and enjoyed it.
Her shirt fluttered and her braids swung. Fresh air!
They soared toward the football stadium where a sign said, “Home of the Cougars.”
She could hear the president speaking, “There are many who might be surprised at what I’m saying. There are many who want to stop this unification. They told me to cancel this event, they told me there’s a psychopath who wants to scare us into retreat. Into submission! But I said no.”
The crowd roared in approval.
“Don’t like this,” Sam murmured.
“He even got ahold of Captain America, but I said no. No terrorist will get the best of me, and he won’t get the best of you!”
Sam’s wings beat against the air as they rocketed over the press box. Bucky! She saw him standing on the roof in black, looking right at them. His hand was to his ear as he spoke.
He bent his knees. Would he jump up to grab them, to stop Sam?
At the last second, he shook his head, looking pained.
Sarah lost sight of him as Sam’s trajectory cut to the left. The only thing higher than the stadium were the huge racks of lights.
Sarah nearly screamed, thinking that Sandhurst was going to crash the two of them straight into the frames and glass and wiring. At the last second, with a burst of height, they swooped over and Sam dropped her.
This time Sarah did scream, but she only fell a few feet before landing hard on her back. There was a small platform with rails for those who needed to service the lights, and her teeth clanked together painfully as she hit.
Her momentum made her roll. She was going to fall again—!
But she was able to grab one of the poles of the railing. She dangled. She tried to get a better grip on the pole with her sweaty right hand. With her left, she grasped the edge of the platform.
Her feet kicked uselessly. Her hands burned. She could tell she didn’t have Sandhurst’s weird power keeping her hands attached. It was all her. If she let go, she would fall.
With a chill, she realized that if Sandhurst made her let go, she would also fall.
A panicked glance down showed that she was still far, far above the stands. Even if the people below wanted to catch her, it would be bad.
But it seemed to be chaos below. A few were pointing up to her. If they were screaming or yelling, she couldn’t tell. Her senses were centered in her hands.
Don’t let go.
Bucky’s heart nearly stopped when Sam dropped Sarah. He was already running the length of the press box as she screamed and nearly fell into the concrete stands far below her. He gauged the distance. His mind highlighted the ledges and angles he could use to get to her.
Sam was diving toward the stage.
Bucky knew, in a back part of his brain, that Sandhurst put Sarah in danger for this very reason. He assumed Bucky would spend valuable minutes ensuring her safety.
He was right.
Bucky jumped off the press box. He ran along the top of the third tier of stands.
But despite the chaotic noise of the crowd, now frightened and in danger of a crushing attempt to flee, he swore he could hear each shot by the secret service men as they began to fire at Sam.
They opened fire as Sam dove toward the stage. Monica was crouched over the president. Sam was using his shield to deflect bullets. Bucky didn’t think he’d been shot yet.
Damn Sandhurst for using Sam this way. For making Bucky choose.
Bucky sprinted along the edge of the curve of the stands until he was finally near the light.
The only comfort, as the firefight continued far below him and the crowd grew more panicked, was that Sam would unequivocally order him to save Sarah first.
Hang on, baby.
Sam fought Sandhurst’s control, but it was like sand in his eyes, like a splinter under a fingernail, like growing pains when he lay in bed as a kid—no matter how you tried, you just couldn’t get a handle on it.
It hurt, it ached, it itched... where the hell was it? It was a slippery clamp on his brain.
His only comfort was that he was unarmed. Sandhurst wasn’t making him fire at the president, or, heaven forbid, at the innocent crowd. Instead, Sandhurst had him swooping toward the stage and sometimes towards the press and nearby stands, but always back towards the president.
Sam’s flight grew jerkier and more perilous the longer it went. Was Sandhurst getting tired? Distracted? Where was he?
Bullets coming at him. Nearly impossible to scan the stadium.
Sam didn’t even realize right away that his hands were free. He was automatically using the shield to protect himself.
The president was still crouched on the stage, a woman huddled over him. Her body seemed to ripple fluidly.
“Get him out of here!” Sam shouted. Could anyone hear him over the din?
Bucky was nearly below Sarah. There were spindly metal rungs on the pole leading to the stadium lights.
He flew up them three at a time.
Didn’t bother to get on top of the platform. Used the poles and edges to go hand over hand to Sarah.
As her right hand slipped...
Bucky grabbed her wrist.
Sarah’s gaze was locked between her feet. The risers below her. This was going to hurt.
Her fingers were nearly numb from exhaustion. Couldn’t grip any tighter.
Her eyes clenched shut.
But instead of a rush and crunching pain, a warm hand locked around her wrist.
Sarah’s head snapped up.
“Hey, Sarah.” Bucky said. He hung from his metal arm, and his real hand was holding onto her. His smile was affectionate, warm.
From adrenaline, from fear, from joy, Sarah laughed. “Good—good timing,” she gasped. She also felt tears on her face.
“I’m good like that,” he grinned. “Okay, I’m going to raise you higher. Hold onto me, best as you can. Then I can swing us to the ladder.”
The muscles in his arms bulged as he raised her up. Sarah wasn’t short or light, but he didn’t seem to struggle. When she could, her free hand reached around his neck, he swung a little, and she wrapped her legs around his. He made sure her hands were locked around his neck, then shifted hand over hand to the ladder.
“Have to admit,” he said, his mouth near her ear, “this isn’t the worst.”
Bucky took them down the ladder as fast as possible. As much as he loved the feeling of Sarah wrapped around him, this wasn’t the moment, and he was horribly aware that Sandhurst might make her swan dive into the parking lot at any second.
At the bottom, with both their feet planted on a safe walkway, she breathed. “Oh, Bucky. I was scared.”
“I know.” Bucky smoothed a hand over her forehead and cheek. “It’s going to be alright.”
Bucky felt her body tense up. Her face froze.
Sandhurst was taking control again.
Bucky winced. “Sorry about this.” She didn’t have time to react before he stabbed the needle through the sleeve of her shirt, into her upper arm.
Her eyes flickered fearfully downward, but in a few seconds, her face relaxed and she slumped into him.
The sedative was fast acting. Sandhurst couldn’t do anything to her when she wasn’t conscious. Jimmy had passed out these quick-inject vials, with the plan to sedate anyone with a disc.
Bucky still wanted to get to Sam, but he had another job. He hoisted Sarah up and ran back toward the press box. “Darcy, I got a disc. I’m bringing it to you. You gotta figure out how to disable these things.”
Jimmy Woo knew when he was outclassed. Monica was protecting the president from stray ricochet bullets. Her body wavered occasionally; the president would be dead from friendly fire if not for her.
Jimmy’s chances of getting to Sam Wilson were slim to none—the man was darting down at them again and again like a bird of prey tearing strips of flesh from a carcass.
The aisles of the stadium were thronged with people. Others were trying to jump downward from row to row, but there were too many people. The tunnels that led out of each section were packed. People were being crushed against walls and railings. Somebody fell from an upper section.
Jimmy hunkered at the foot of the stage. He slithered up onto the stage and nearly into Monica’s arms. “I need this.” He grabbed the microphone headset the president wore and slid it off his head.
Sam whipped by. Jimmy dropped back to the grass field, narrowly avoiding beheading by shield.
He blew in the mic. It was live.
Holding the little wire up to his mouth, knowing this was probably stupid, but determined to try, he yelled, “QUIET!”
His voice echoed over the stadium, but he didn’t give himself time to freak out about it. He began to run—nearly double—toward the nearest edge of the field. “Quiet!” he said again.
The fight still continued, but unless he was much mistaken, the noise from the stands did seem to pause for a moment.
“This is the FBI. We will get everyone out! But a stampede will kill hundreds.” He knew not everyone could possibly hear him, but maybe enough would. “Don’t push. Don’t yell. Look around.”
He tried to remember the instructions he’d read about crowd control. “Look for children. Look for the elderly. Don’t let them fall.”
He knew crowds could be heroic. People were scared, they needed to be reminded. He saw that many other security—FBI, local police, national guard—were trying to direct the flow.
“There are officers near you. Wait your turn. If you’re falling, hold out your hands. If you see hands, pull them up.”
Jimmy climbed the stairs two at a time to the nearest stands where he saw a national guardsman.
Jimmy saw people looking around, shushing those around them.
He saw adults grabbing the hands of kids nearby, the kids who’d been brought for the meet-and-greet with the president.
He saw one man dangling from the highest level of the stands, but at least three people were pulling him back up.
He put the mic wire down. He was panting. The guardsman spared him only a quick glance. “Get back on it,” he snapped. “Keep talking.”
Jimmy took a deep breath.
Bucky got quickly back to the press box where Darcy was set up. He jerked open the glass door and maneuvered in sideways so as not to hit Sarah’s head. It was shockingly cold inside.
Darcy was typing furiously on her keyboard. Only her fingers weren’t quite on the keys. Was she fake typing?
Bucky frowned. “Darcy, can you get the disc off—”
She turned towards him, and he realized he’d missed the only clue he was going to get. Her eyes were panicked.
He was already too close.
She slapped a disc on his good arm, where it was wrapped around Sarah’s shoulders. His arms, full of Sarah...couldn’t block in time.
Sandhurst stepped out of the next room, a bloody bandage wrapped around his leg. “Hello, Mr. Barnes.”
End of Chapter 8
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Bucky x reader
Author's note: Enjoy this little NSFW drabble I made that nobody asked for 😎. My personal headcanon is that our Bucky is a big sub. This is also my first ever piece of writing of Bucky. Enjoy!
Tags: Sub!Bucky x reader, post tfatws, softdom!reader, fluff, handjob
When your Buck comes back home from a long mission, you welcome him with a loving smile and a kiss that energizes him again.
Though he feels tired. His muscles are sore. His legs are sore. The shoulder area of his prosthetic hurts. He basically just plants himself straight on the couch.
That's when you run him a hot bath upstairs and add some scented oils in there to relax him.
You undress the man with care, and he allows you to. He gave up the little control that he had left.
You click your tongue at the sight of his battle worn body, his taut abdomen and chest littered with countless bruises. It filled you with sadness to see him in this way.
You couldn't do anything else but to hold him tightly, and thread your fingers through his short dark hair.
"My baby boy..."
His breath hitched, a soft flutter welled up in his stomach - so glad to finally be in your arms again.
"I've missed you so much, doll." His voice cracks.
You smile and hush him gently, holding his scruffed chin in between your fingers, "Let me take care of you, Buck. You've done so well."
His strong body soaks in the water, while you sit on the edge of the bath, and soap him up from head to toe. You're careful on his wounds, never wanting to cause him any pain that he doesn't want.
His eyes are closed while you wash his hair - soft moans escaping his throat and he can't help but to harden there.
He could never take that warm, devoted and domestic touch of you for granted.
Bucky gasps when your hand ventures lower, and opens his tired eyes to meet your gaze, "Honey, y-you don't need t…"
"Shhh, it's OK, Bucky. Relax for me."
And he does. He forgets the world for a little while, his painful past and he's just there with you. Your man.
He's throbbing under your touch, cockhead leaking for you. You know he's not going to last long, but you welcome his release.
His brows are furrowed, teeth gritted, beads of sweat collecting at his temples - his blue eyes ask for your permission.
You cup his cheek while your pace never falters, "Of course, love. Cum for me, Buck."
He takes a moment to come down from his high, his metal fingers searching for your hand. You accept, and lace your digits with his steel ones.
His body shudders, the vibranium plates stirring in his metal arm - and he comes undone over his strong chest with a deep groan.
"My good boy. So good for me."
A hazy smile curls on his sweet lips, "I love you."
"I love you too, Buck."
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all my comfort characters are bisexuals with severe trauma and I love that x
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