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Rotten Judgement - part 8

AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Hercules!AU After selling your soul to save your lover’s life, you become one of the Lord of the Underworld’s slave. Bucky is obsessed with one thing: collecting hearts. But why?

Word Count:1,997 (see what I did there?)

Warnings: the usual + Blood, Mention of Torture

A/N: The final chapter. Thank you all for your feedback, you literally tricked me into writing more ;) I adore you guys ♥ There’s an epilogue coming this Sunday bc it was already super long.

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“People do crazy things... when they’re in love.”

Nat gave Bucky a curt nod as she slowly closed the door. He stared at the closed door for a long moment, trying to understand the meaning behind her words.

Was she taunting him? Surely you couldn’t have sacrificed your life unless you truly loved him. He started pacing back and forth as he talked to himself.

“You are, by far, the most stubborn person I have ever met,” Bucky groaned, talking to your lifeless body. “If I say ‘black’, you say ‘white.’ You never listen. It's like you enjoy winding me up or something.”

Bucky waited a moment as if he was expecting an answer, but you just lay there, motionless. He rounded the table in two long strides and hunched over you. He brushed your hair away from your face, combing his fingers loosely through your hair.

“It’s a good thing you can’t interrupt me,” he said, a ghost of a smile curling his lips. “Now I can tell you how much I love you and you can’t tell me how much you hate me.”

He dropped a kiss to your forehead and closed his eyes shut. He finally had you all to himself, even if it was just for a second. As he moved away, he felt an intense pain in his chest, like someone had placed his heart in a vice grip and was applying pressure.

Bucky hissed through clenched teeth as something cracked open in his chest. The pain gradually faded and he relaxed slightly, wondering what just happened. He felt a flutter in his chest, something he hadn’t felt in centuries. His heart began to beat again, hard and fast, sending warmth through his veins.

His eyes still closed, he felt a smooth finger trace the crease that had formed between his brows. When he opened his eyes, he found himself staring into your eyes. He looked completely lost and it made you smile.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” he parroted, completely flabbergasted.

Bucky gently helped you into a sitting position and had to hold on to you so you wouldn’t fall. He sat next to you on the table and observed you warily. You gave yourself a quick once over and turned your head to look at him.

“You changed my clothes?”

“Nat did,” Bucky almost choked on the words, then cleared his throat. “They were covered in blood.”

You let your legs dangle over the side of the table and smoothed the skirt of your long white dress. A long silence settled between you. You braced yourself and brought up the subject that you both had been avoiding

“So, I was dead, but now I’m not,” you said, glancing sideways at him. “I am a ghost or-”

“You were dead, but apparently...” he exhaled slowly and rubbed the back of his neck, grimacing. “I woke you up.”

“How?” You felt him shift uncomfortably next to you.

“I kissed you,” Bucky blurted out. “On the forehead,” he quickly added when you raised a brow at him.

“You kissed me on the forehead,” you repeated, frowning. “You can resurrect the dead with your lips?”

Bucky ducked his head to hide his blush. You looked at him and laughed softly, your smile threatening to split your face. You had never seen him blush before, but you definitely enjoyed the sight.

“True love’s kiss,” he said, looking up at you, then you started laughing quietly and his face fell. “You don’t believe in true love?”

“I do, but I never thought I’d have one.”

“Yeah, well, that you like it or not, I’m your true love,” he replied, his tone bitter.

You mentally scolded yourself and tried to think of what you could say or do to make things better. Sighing inwardly, you took his hand and linked your fingers together. His head snapped up and your eyes met.

“Nat said you had a frozen heart, but your skin is so warm,” you said, grinning. “Oh, and you’re blushing now, that’s new too.”

“True love’s kiss really does wonders, huh?” He bumped his shoulder against yours, a cheeky smile curling his lips.

“Apparently.”

You laid your free hand against his chest, his muscles twitching under your touch. His heartbeat thumped hard and fast under your palm. Bucky leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours. You stayed in that position for what felt like a very long time before you broke the silence.

“I feel weird, like I could do anything.”

“It’s quite normal,” he replied, pulling back so he could look you in the eye. “Our souls are linked, I’m sharing my immortality with you.”

You jumped off the table, your legs almost buckled under you. Bucky was beside you in a heartbeat and caught you before you could fall.

“I’m immortal?” you said, disbelief lacing your voice. He nodded. “Woah...”

“We’re not like other immortals.” Bucky’s arms circled your waist and drew you close. “True love is rare and I’m pretty sure you have powers now. I can feel the energy pulsing through you.”

“I’m kind of scared,” you replied honestly.

“It’s going to be okay, I’m here.” He brushed his lips against your temple. “But you have to promise me one thing.”

“What?”

“You can’t keep sacrificing yourself for the sake of others. Darlin’, I’m not worth it. We may be immortal, but we can feel pain and I can’t go through that again. Promise me.”

“You know I can’t.” You flinched when Bucky let out a loud groan. “You stayed by my side and tried everything to bring me back. No one ever did that for me and, honestly, I like seeing you like this.”

“What, frustrated?”

“Concerned.” You angled your head up and smiled. “It’s nice to know you have my back.”

“Always.”

He tilted his head to the side, his eyelids fluttering closed and his lips parting. Exhilaration coursed through you as you mimicked his movements. You could feel his warm breath fan your lips, but then someone knocked on the door. Reluctantly, Bucky let them in.

“Steve!” you cried, pulling away from Bucky to throw yourself into Steve’s arms. His arms went around you and he returned the embrace.

“I was told you needed my help, but...” he trailed off, his eyes darting from Bucky to you. “I’m sorry. I should have known Pierce was not a guardian angel. I can’t-”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted him. “It wasn’t your fault and I’m back now.”

“Thank you for bringing her back,” Steve told Bucky who made a noncommittal noise in response. “So you and him...” Steve whispered to you.

“Yeah, I think so.” You watched as Steve pursed his lips and nodded slowly. “I meant everything I said to you, Steve. You’re a wonderful man and you made me feel so special.”

“You are special. And he’s very lucky.”

A satisfied smile played on Bucky’s lips as he watched Captain America’s retreating figure. You had chosen him and it made him happier than he had ever thought possible. Steve paused at the threshold and turned toward you.

“If your new beau lets us leave the dungeons, I’d really like to see you again.”

You whirled around to face Bucky, your face a picture of astonishment. He shuffled his feet awkwardly and avoided your angry eyes. He looked like a little boy who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“You put my friends in the dungeons?” You nearly shouted. “Seriously?!”

Bucky stumbled over his words, and for the first time in his life, his confidence vanished completely. Steve’s small smirk wasn’t helping at all. So instead of making a bigger fool of himself, Bucky took a few steps towards Steve and pushed him out of the room.

“You’re all pardoned, now get the hell outta here,” he said, slamming the door in his face.

“You’re unbelievable,” you sighed, rubbing the spot between your eyes. You closed your eyes and took a minute to gather your thoughts. “You thought Steve was my true love?”

“Well, you always spoke so highly of him.”

“I was trying to make you jealous.”

“Clearly, it worked,” he remarked dryly. “From now on, no more grand romantic gestures. I mean communication is a big part of a relationship, right?”

You took his outstretched hand and let him bring you closer. The word ‘relationship’ made your heart do a little somersault and you nodded vehemently, pleased with his initiative.

“I’ll start,” he said, then took a deep breath. “I don’t like Steve-”

“You don’t say,” you teased. Bucky glared at you and you mouthed an apology, gesturing for him to continue.

“But I’ll admit that he’s a good guy and he means a lot to you. I will try to be civil, but I can’t promise anything,” he sighed. “Okay, your turn.”

“I acted like a brat and I’m sorry. I’m not better than you or Nat or Wanda. I think I signed the contract because I really wanted a different life, but then it became so real and it frightened me.”

Bucky lifted your head toward his and smiled sweetly. Your faces were so close that you could see a smattering of freckles across his nose. His lips brushed over yours... and then the door slammed open.

“I KNEW IT!” Wanda screamed, grabbing Nat’s arm.

“Don’t mind us.” Nat had a big smile on her face. “Pretend we’re not even here.”

“You guys are so cute,” Wanda squealed, her eyes sparkling.

Bucky pulled away from you, his jaw set tight. You ran a soothing hand down his metal arm and turned to the Furies. They were covered in blood, gigantic smiles on their faces... it was right out of a Stephen King novel.

“Whose blood is it?”

“Pierce’s,” Nat said.

“Is he dead?”

“He died twice,” Wanda grinned, sharing an amused look with Nat. “Now he’s passed out, it’s not fun to torture him if we can’t hear him scream.”

You shrugged, you couldn’t care less about Pierce. He killed you, tortured Bucky for years, murdered Nick Fury and Lord knows what else. Bucky cleared his throat noisily, hoping they'd get the hint and leave

“Wait,” you stopped them. “I know I haven’t been the nicest person, but... thank you for everything.”

“No worries, that’s what friends do, huh?” Nat chuckled when you gave her a bashful smile. “Friday nights are girls’ nights out. No boys allowed.”

“I’ll be there,” you promised, mirroring her smile.

Wanda made a funny noise, as though she was choking on her saliva, and clapped her hand excitedly. Once they were gone, Bucky breathed a sigh of relief and held out his arms.

“C’mere before someone else shows up uninvited.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he backed you against the door with his hands on your waist. You shivered at the seductive look he gave you, his lower lip trapped between his teeth. He kissed you hard and deep and when his tongue slipped into your mouth, you moaned shamelessly against his lips.

After a moment he leaned back and rested his forehead against yours. You breathed in sync, chests rising and falling against each other.

“Bucky?”

“Mhhm.”

“When I was dead, I was in the antechamber and I thought I’d have to spend all eternity trapped there. All these poor souls, wandering aimlessly, it was awful. Can you let them in?”

“Anything for you, my love.” He pressed his lips to yours again.

“Oh, one more thing,” you said, tapping his chest before he could deepen the kiss. “Now that you don’t need an army of heartless people to defeat Pierce-” you watched Bucky’s eyes widen, “-yes, Nick told me. You’re both completely crazy. I think it’s time to return the hearts. Honestly, it’s creeping me out.”

He dropped his forehead to your shoulder and exhaled slowly. “Fine,” he said, meeting your eyes. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“You can’t die, you’re immortal.” You laughed when he rolled his eyes.

Epilogue

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