Tumgik
#like Sam could NOT wait to invite Bucky on his mission
angelltheninth · 1 year
Note
MCU characters having a wet dream about you?
About me, oh I'm so flattered, I would explode. As would all of you I'm sure.
Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Loki, King Valkyrie, Shuri, Xu Xialing, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, wet dream, morning wood, kissing, cuddling, naked cuddling, cold showers, blowjobs, teasing, fingering, cunnilingus, morning sex
A/N: Put in a whole lot of characters in here. In other news Ant-Man was fun. The jello alien was my favorite.
Steve will try to say that he was just having nightmares, not moaning, of course he wasn't moaning. Must have been one hell of a nightmare if it gave him that big of a boner. Nah, that's just... morning wood, just that... well, fine, he was always a pretty bad liar, at least to you. He's pretty embarrassed, you just started dating and he's already getting hot and bothered with you just sleeping next to him. If he's this hard just from a dream a part of you can't wait to actually have his cock inside you. You can wait for that, as long as you get to tease him about this.
Bucky has no way out of this situation. He was pressed against you as the two of you slept, you can feel his cock against your ass when you woke up. He doesn't let you turn around and see how red his face is right now and tries to distract you. His bulge is pretty hard to ignore, given how it pulses and twitches in need against you. You'll gladly help him take car of it, he just needs to let you under the covers. You won't make a mess, and if you do you're more then happy to clean it up. This kind of talk is doing nothing but reminding him of his dream. Is he even awake? Well it doesn't matter when he gets to feel your mouth around his cock, sucking him off with gusto.
Sam quickly gets out of bed and scrambles for the showers. No need for you to get up and join him, he'll take care of this by himself, and then he'll talk to you about this. He could hear sounds from the bedroom while he was in the shower but he thought it was just his mind still playing tricks on him. Upon walking out he finds you with your legs spread, fully naked and inviting him to tell you all about his dream. You'll gladly share yours too. It might actually be filthier then his.
Clint couldn't believe this happened now. He has a mission to get to in half an hour. He's not embarrassed about the dream, why would he be? You're gonna be married soon, but the timing is just very inconvenient for him. Any other day and the two of you would have joked and laughed about it before getting down and dirty. His eyes widen when you push him down and take your panties off, you have half an hour right? You can make him come in half that time. Clint smirks at you, his rough hands settling on your hips. After this he better finish, or else he's never gonna hear the end of it.
Natasha does not shy away from it. She's been used for her feminine charms for a long time, not in control. When she does feel horny for you, no matter what time of day she is always honest about it with you. That goes for her wet dreams about you as well. In fact when she wakes up and you notice what she's been thinking about you she will lean and whisper what she dreamt about. She's not shy about her desires around you, and neither are you around her, it's not just her whose horny. You've had a more then your fair share of dreams about her.
Thor isn't shy about it at all, he's had this happen before many times although this is the first time it happened with you sleeping next to him. He sleeps naked most of the time anyway so there's a big cum stain already forming on the sheets as he wakes up from it. You've seen him with morning wood before but you never asked if it was prompted by a dream or not. You've had your fair share of your own, and some did start just like this. Oh? He'd love to hear more about these dreams of yours. Better yet, why don't you show him? And then he'll show you.
Loki is the one who ends up teasing you about it rather then the other way around. He's got his magic swirling around the two of you, pulling you close to him and into his lap, depicting scenes from his dream, in great detail too. It makes his cock even harder when he notices that you're rubbing your legs together as you watch the images dance before you. He's already hard, and by the looks of it you're quite wet yourself, so won't you bend over for him, let him do away with both your problems.
King Valkyrie kisses your neck as she holds you close, still dreaming, deep in her sleep, saying the filthiest things to you, riling you up without even knowing it. When you can't take it anymore you shake her awake, your face flaming hot, no, your whole body as well, most notably between your legs. She's never had much of a filter around you, there was never any need to so why would she start now? She takes your had and presses it to her pussy, letting your fingers feel the wetness as she does the same to you, her middle finger already teasing your entrance. You ease onto it before you even know it, bracing on her shoulders to ride her hand to your orgasm.
Shuri is only embarrassed by it because she knows that there is a chance that guards might come in and see her being so horny for you. The two of you have fooled around before of course but always with the door closed. Now she's only in her shirt and pajama bottoms, a wet stain on them. If anyone were to walk in there would be no doubt as to what she was dreaming about. Thank god you were still asleep so she can just change and get back to cuddling with you. She's still horny as hell from the dream but she can wait until you wake up and then lock the door to be sure.
Xu Xialing almost chokes you when you try to wake her up, thinking she was having a bad dream. Only when you're under her do you feel how wet she is, see how blown out her pupils are and how her eyes keep flickering to your lips. Ah, so it was a good dream then, very good judging by the state of her. She lets you go, apologetic of her actions, not the dream but of choking you, she would never do it without your consent. Well... she has it now. With a knowing smirk she takes off her tank top and underwear, letting you see how sticky and wet they are with her slick arousal. Before she gets to choking you she wants to get you ready for some other things she has planned.
Kate wants to sink into the bed when you question her about it. Yes, it was a wet dream about you, no it wasn't the first time she had it. She's blushing hard, avoiding your eyes as you try to coax her out of her hiding spot with cuddles and kisses and teasing words. Would it help if you told her about your wet dream? Now that gets her attention, yes, it would help a lot actually. She would love to know if your dreams are... compatible. Just to see if your tastes match of course, it has nothing to do with the fact that she's slipping further and further between your legs as you talk, making it nearly impossible for you to get words out as she licks and kisses your increasingly wet pussy.
Peter is very careful when he slips out of bed, he makes sure you're not disturbed by him. Little he know that you're awake but you let him do what he needs to and come back to bed. You trigger his spider sense when you jump him, giggling as you push him against the bed and grind in his still noticeable hard on. Why didn't you say anything? He's been dying of embarrassment this whole time, and now again, only worse because you're staring down at him with those knowing eyes and still, fuck, still rubbing against him in the best way, getting him fully hard again in no time. This time, you will do something about it.
6K notes · View notes
skaye44 · 22 days
Text
The Veterans Ball
Avengers Bucky
Summary: Your friend, secret crush, and mission partner Bucky has been spending a lot of time with you lately which you love. He forgot about an important ball him, Steve, and Sam have been invited to. He thinks you'll be his perfect date for it, but Steve has other plans and already has a date lined up. Your bff Sam offers to take you so you accept, not wanting to waste a perfectly good dress. You see Bucky's date and you start doubting yourself because she seems perfect. Little do you know, he's still got his eyes on you.
Content Warnings: Mild language (if any?), Oblivious knobhead Steve, Soft Bucky, FLUFF.
Tumblr media
You had just gotten back from a grueling weeklong mission with your new mission partner Bucky. You and he spent the entire week together, 24 hours a day. Sure, it was nice to have him around. He was the best mission partner you could ask for. He didn't really talk a whole lot, was reliable, smart, and always had your back.
What more could you ask for?
You had gotten to know each other well from being on this mission and perhaps re-igniting your crush you had on him when you first joined the team.
Sam was the only one who knew your feelings for Bucky. Sam was your best friend. You loved him like a brother to you. He was funny, smart, and caring. Him and Bucky didn't really get along that well but if they were out on a mission together, they made it work.
After supper, you were sitting on one of the comfy chairs in the living room of the compound reading a book. You must have dozed off because when you woke up, you had a fuzzy blanket on you, your book sat neatly on the coffee table with the bookmark in its place, and the blinds next to you were closed so the sunset wouldn't be hitting you directly in your eyes.
You looked around sleepily and noticed Bucky across from you watching TV. No one else was around. He glanced over at you and gave you a small smile, then he went back to watching the TV. You couldn't help but blush lightly, quickly moving your head down so he wouldn't notice.
Did he do this for me?
You stretched out your arms and back. Just then you noticed Steve and Sam walk in and sit down on the couch and chair next to you. 
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty" Sam teased as he grabbed the remote from Bucky. 
You scowled at him but smiled. 
"I'm tired" you said as you were getting up from the chair.
You folded the blanket and grabbed your book to head to your room.
As you were putting your book away on your bookcase, a knock came at the door. Your back was to the door "C'mon in" you said not paying attention to who was there. 
"Um, hi" a voice said from the doorway. It was Bucky. 
"Hi Bucky".
You turned around to face him. 
"What's up?"
You sat down on your bed looking at him. 
"Um, well, I..."
He was standing awkwardly looking around the room. 
"I was wondering...there's this thing…"
You were looking at him intently waiting for him to spit out his words. 
"This thing next weekend...I was wondering if you had any plans? It's a Veteran's Charity Ball Steve, Sam, and I are going to" he said now meeting your eyes. 
"I was wondering if you would like to go with me?" he asked in a hopeful tone.
You remained calm on the outside while your insides were doing flippy flops and cartwheels. 
"Oh, sure, I'd love to go with you". You smiled at Bucky. 
"Really?"
"Yeah, sounds like it would be fun". You smiled at him. 
"It's in DC. Steve, Sam, and I were planning on going and we are allowed one date each if we want".
He sat down on the edge of your bed. 
"Ok. Do I have to wear a gown and everything?" you asked. 
You knew full well what he was asking you to go to since Sam talked your ear off about it over the past month, even sending you texts about it while you were on your mission. You knew Steve was going but didn't think Bucky would want to go.
"Steve is getting all of the plans ready, so I'll have more information on it in a few days but yes, it's formal, so gowns and everything."
Bucky smiled at you. 
"Sounds good Bucky".
He got up from your bed and walked to your door and turned to you. 
"Goodnight, Y/n".
"Night Bucky".
When he left the room and you were sure he was far away from your door, you jumped on your bed and did a happy dance to yourself.
The next morning you met with Sam and Nat in the kitchen before heading to the gym to do a quick workout. You told them about Bucky asking you to the ball and they both gushed at you and smiled. 
"That's great Y/n. We need to find you a dress" she smiled. 
You didn't tell her about your crush, but you knew she could tell you were interested since she was amazing at reading people. 
"I guess we could go shopping later on".
You were all walking to the gym. 
"It'll be fun" she squeezed your arm.
As you walked into the gym, you noticed Steve and Bucky sparring on one of the mats in the corner. When Bucky saw you walk in, he stopped to look at you and smiled. As you and him were smiling at each other, Steve landed a punch to his jaw, knocking him back. 
"Ow, what the hell Steve?" Bucky yelled. 
"Sorry, thought you were ready?" Steve was walking towards Bucky to check on him. 
You and Nat giggled with Sam walking over to Steve. 
"Nice one Steve!" Sam exclaimed. 
Bucky scowled at both men and proceeded to leave the gym rubbing his jaw. Before he left, he walked towards you and Nat. 
"Hey Y/n, do you want to watch a movie with me tonight?" Bucky asked you while you were stretching. 
"Ok". You were trying not to have a stupid grin on your face. 
"Meet me in the theatre room for 7". Bucky smiled. 
"Sounds good".
He left the gym and you exhaled to calm your tummy down.
"What was that all about?" Nat asked. 
Sam walked over to you and winked. He heard what Bucky had said and was happy for you. Bucky was always nice to you, you both got along well when you weren't on missions, but he never really spoke much to you. You and he just finished a mission where you were with him non-stop. You did get to know him better since it was only the two of you and you were grateful for that. He really was a nice guy. On this last mission, you found yourselves talking in the evenings, playing cards, and laughing about things that Steve said or did. You had wondered why the change in Bucky's attitude towards you but shrugged it off.
You met Bucky in the theatre room for 7pm. He had popcorn, drinks, and a blanket ready to go. 
"What do you want to watch?"
"It really doesn't matter to me".
"Ok, how about this one?". He chose an action movie. 
"Sounds good".
You grabbed the blanket and put it around you. 
"Here" you draped the blanket over him. "We can share".
He smiled at you as the movie started playing. You watched the movie with Bucky and every so often you would chat about the scene or actor and make comments about the stunts causing you both to giggle and smirk. You were having such a good time you didn't want the movie to end. When it did, you were a little sleepy. Bucky walked you to your room even after you insisted it was fine, giving you a quick hug and peck on the cheek. You smiled like a dork and went to bed.
Over the next few days, you noticed Bucky was more and more drawn to you. He would open doors up for you, give you bottles of water if you were in the gym, help you in the kitchen of the compound, and would sit next to you on the couch if there was a show on everyone was watching. You loved it, and you were starting to fall more and more for him.
You and Nat went out and got a gown for the ball and some accessories like a bracelet, necklace, and new clutch. You ended up choosing a simple black chiffon v-neck long gown. It was elegant and you knew it would go great with anything Bucky was going to wear. You had thought about wearing dark red or a midnight blue colour, but decided this black gown was the one since it was so comfortable and easy to transport. Plus, you could always wear it again because it was a good classic style, and you were very practical when it came to buying expensive fancy dresses.
As you and Nat were walking back into the compound with your gown in the garment bag, you noticed Sharon Carter was there, talking with Steve. You weren't a big fan of hers simply for the fact that you didn't trust her.
She was a great agent, always around for support, was smart and strong, but you didn't trust her one bit. She always made you feel uneasy, but you just ignored it since everyone else seemed to like her. Well, Nat wasn't so sure about her, and she knew Sharon made you feel anxious so she would always try and get you far away from her as possible.
"Hi Sharon". You walked in trying to be civil to her. 
She smirked at you and left the room, leaving Steve and Bucky standing there looking at you. 
"Hi Y/n". Steve said then he walked away.
"What's going on?" you asked no one in particular. 
Bucky was standing there with a sad look on his face and was unable to look at you. Sam walked into the room and noticed your bags. 
"Oh, I hope you found something good". Sam hugged you. 
"Sure, did Sam".
"Buck, what's wrong?" you asked. 
"Um...well. It's..."
Bucky looked at the floor. 
"What is it?"
You grabbed his hand. 
That seemed to snap him out of it, and he looked into your eyes. You could get lost looking into his eyes, but noticed they were a little stormy and sad looking now. 
"Spit it out Barnes". Nat was firm as she put her hands on her hips.
"Well, when Steve was making plans for the ball, he forgot to tell me him and Sharon already had a date for me". He looked down. 
"Oh..."
You let go of his hand, feeling like you got a punch to the gut.
"That's ok". You gave him a half smile. 
You were literally dying on the inside and was praying for a hole to swallow you up. 
"Another time Bucky". You flashed him a oft smile. 
"I'm so sorry Y/n". Bucky looked conflicted. 
"Really, it's ok. I can take the dress back." you re-assured him. 
"Plus, I now have the weekend to relax in my sweatpants and eat cake". You tried to make light of the situation. 
"What the hell Bucky?" Sam glared at him. 
"Sam, it's ok, you guys go and have a good time".
You smiled at them while you were walking away. Nat rolled her eyes at Bucky and walked with you to your room.
"Are you ok?" Nat asked while following you in. 
"I'm good". You looked at the garment bag you hung up. 
"I thought things were going great. You sat down on the bed. “I had thought he was liking me. We were spending time together and having a good time".
"Want me to stab him?" Nat asked. 
"No" you chuckled at her. 
"It's not his fault. It's crazy Sharon's and forgetful Steve's fault" you mumbled.
Nat watched you intently.
"It's really ok Nat" you reassured her.
"I'll take the gown back tomorrow".
"Ok". Nat stood up.
"Sure you're ok?" she asked. 
"I'm good". You gave her a proud smile. 
"Liar" she said as she was leaving your room. 
When she left, you got up, locked the door, and proceeded to fling yourself down on your bed and cry silent tears. You had thought this weekend would be an amazing one, spending it with Bucky, dressing up, dancing, and possibly telling him how you felt. You felt stupid, awkward, and sad all at the same time.
"Morning Y/n" Sam said from the kitchen table. 
"Morning Sam". You grabbed a coffee sitting down next to him. 
"Hey, I was thinking..."
Sam looked at you. 
"Come with me to the ball".
You thought about it.
'It's ok Sam".
Just then Bucky walked into the kitchen. He looked tired as he had bags under his eyes and his hair was a little unkempt. He noticed you and Sam were sitting at the table. He grabbed a coffee and walked to the couch, not wanting to talk to anyone. 
"It'll be fun". Sam squeezed your hand. 
"You already have a dress, so just come with me...please?" Sam whined.
You thought about it some more. It could be fun going to a ball as you've never been to one even if it was with Sam and not Bucky as you had hoped. Sam was a lot of fun so you knew it would be a good time. 
"Ugh, Ok, fine Sam!"
"Yes!"
Bucky heard this and got up from the couch. Steve and Sharon walked into the kitchen. 
"Looks like you have to return your gown" Sharon smirked at you while she helped herself to a muffin. 
"Actually, Sam is taking me". 
"That's great Y/n" Steve said. 
You thought Sharon scowled at your words but couldn't quite tell as Bucky stepped in front of her to re-fill his mug. You noticed he had a small grin on his face, but he turned around before you could see him fully.
The day before the ball, you and Sam packed the truck and went back to the kitchen to say goodbye to Nat. As you were talking with Nat, you saw Sharon, Steve, Bucky, and a blonde girl follow behind.
"Guys, this is Ella, Ella, this is everyone" Sharon announced to the room. 
"Ella will be accompanying Bucky this weekend. She's in the records department at SHIELD".
 Sharon looked directly at you. 
You wanted to punch Sharon so bad you were clenching your fists tightly to compose yourself.
Of course, Ella was beautiful with her full pouty lips, dark green eyes, beautiful blonde hair, and tanned skin.
You wanted to slink away under the bridge you felt you now lived under while you stood next to her.
How is Ella so perfect looking?
"Nice to meet you".
Bucky had his head down but was looking at you the entire time. He saw the hurt on your face but felt he was unable to do anything about it. 
"Well, we should go!"
Steve happily announced and oblivious to the tension in the room.
The four of them were driving too, in one small car.
Great.
Bucky and Ella would be crammed in the backseat for the entire drive, touching their legs together and having to make small talk with each other. You suddenly felt a little queasy and sick to your stomach. Thank God Nat stood up and hugged you tight as you felt lightheaded from the stress. 
"Don't worry, try and have a good time. It's only a weekend" she whispered to you as she squeezed you. 
"I know".
"See ya Nat."
Sam walked you to his truck. 
"Want me to say anything?" Sam asked as you drove away. 
"No, it's ok. I'm looking forward to going. I think it’ll be fun." You patted him on his arm.
You arrived in DC and the hotel you were staying at. You were thankful that it was across the street from the event centre where the ball was being held and you had your own room. You and Sam had adjoining rooms, so you were happy about that. When you saw Bucky walking down your hall, he opened the door next to Sam's. If he wanted, he too could have opened his adjoining room so you would be altogether, but he didn't. This made you slightly sad. You had no idea where Steve or Sharon ended up since you didn't see them on your floor and truthfully, you didn't care either. You were thankful Bucky had the last room on the hall as Ella was also no where to be found either.
You managed to find a hair and makeup stylist to come to your hotel room the day of the ball to help you get ready. Lots of people were staying at the hotel who were also going to the ball, so there was a lot of energy happening. You were excited, yet slightly sad about the night ahead.
Sam hung out with you until the stylist arrived, leaving you to get ready. He did tell you that Bucky spent most of the day inside of his room and away from Sharon, Steve, and Ella. Part of you was glad but the other part of you wanted to hang out with him and him not be sad.
The stylist took almost two hours with you, perfecting your hair and makeup. You opted for a more dramatic make up look instead of the usual natural and simple look you normally had. You also let the stylist keep your wavy hair natural, putting product in it to keep it shiny and defined.
He left your hair mostly down putting some of the front pieces back and away from your face. For parties, you mostly wore your hair up or away off your face in a low bun, so this look was completely different than what you normally had. You thanked him as he left your room leaving you to change into your dress.
You put on your accessories, grabbed your clutch, and put your shoes on just in time for Sam to walk into your room. 
"Wow!" he exclaimed as he spun you around. 
"You look amazing Y/n".
"Thanks Sam".
You leaned up and kissed his cheek.
He was wearing a simple black tux with a small American flag pin on his lapel. 
"Man, you're lookin' good". You smiled at him and adjusted his pin. 
"C'mon, let's go".
Sam took your arm and walked you to your door. 
You were in the elevator when it stopped two floors below you. The doors opened and you saw Steve enter and Sharon behind him. Ella walked in and Bucky was behind her. The doors closed and it was the most awkward four-minute elevator ride you have ever been on.
You noticed Sharon's dress first. It was a dark blue dress and was shiny satin. Her hair was pinned up in a loose bun. Steve had a dark blue tux on that brought out his eyes. He was quite handsome and honestly, they looked good together you thought to yourself. You looked at Ella, and she was wearing a tight red lacy dress that hugged her tiny figure, her hair was up, and her makeup was soft looking. She looked beautiful too and part of you wanted to slap your own face for thinking that, but it was true, she was beautiful. She reminded you of Rapunzel you thought to yourself.
You looked over at Bucky who was also wearing a simple black tux, but he was in all black including his shirt and tie. He looked amazing as the darkness of the tux brought out his clear blue eye colour even more. He was also looking at you too, unable to take his eyes off you.
Sam nudged your arm as he saw Bucky staring at you, but you just ignored it since Ella had him tightly by the arm and was laughing at something Sharon whispered. You wanted to now punch them both out you thought to yourself. Sam squeezed your arm as the doors opened.
He could feel you tense up and smiled softly at you. 
"It's going to be ok" he whispered as you both walked across the street to the event centre which looked like the Fourth of July threw up all its decorations on the outside of it.
You walked into the ballroom with Sam on your side and found your table. Luckily, Sam knew almost everyone sitting at the table, so you were able to make small talk with everyone. This made the dinner less awkward and by the time dessert was served, everyone was laughing and having fun.
You glanced over every so often at Steve and Bucky's table. They were sitting and staring awkwardly at each other which made you giggle and slightly feel bad. Your table was the life of the party, and you were having a good time. You sat next to a fighter pilot whose name was Mark. He was dashing, smart, and funny making you giggle and laugh at his corny jokes, but you felt he was a bit too cocky and sure of himself.
Once the formal dinner and speeches were finished it was time for the party to start. You noticed Steve and Bucky's table scatter, leaving the four of them alone. Ella was draping herself all over Bucky and laughing extra hard and loud at the things he was saying.
He wasn't that funny.
Wait, he was funny as you thought about the last mission you were on and the laughs you shared together.
He had a quick wit that was slightly sarcastic as you thought more about it. Damn him.
Your heart kept breaking the more you stared at them.
Luckily, fighter pilot Mark tapped you on the shoulder and asked you to dance which you accepted and moved to the dancefloor. When you walked by Steve and Bucky's table, Bucky brushed his hand in yours causing you to stop slightly as he smiled up at you. You smiled at him but quickly walked with Mark to the dancefloor. You danced to the songs and were able to grab a drink from the bar as Mark excused himself to go and chat with more people.
You saw Bucky keep his eyes on you when you danced which only made you feel weirder and more uneasy. You noticed Bucky was still at the table with Ella, but you saw she had her back turned to him and was now focused on something Sam was saying. Good god you thought to yourself.
You noticed Sam sat down at Steve and Bucky's table so they could all chat together. You wandered around the room, taking in the decorations and band when you noticed a small, quiet area off to the corner where there were couches and a fireplace.
Thankfully the room was empty as you sat down on a couch in front of a fireplace and closed your eyes. You closed your eyes and rubbed your forehead with your hands and stretched out your neck moving it from side to side trying to release some tension. When you opened your eyes, Bucky was standing in front of you. 
"Can I sit down?" he asked. 
"Sure". You smiled at him.
"Look, I'm sorry about this whole situation". Bucky said. 
"I never thought Steve would do this".
Bucky turned to face you. 
"I should have asked you to be my date here sooner but then our mission was approaching, and we had to prepare for that. Then we were on the mission and honestly, I forgot all about it until Steve reminded me when we got back. He said there was a plus one for me and I instantly thought of taking you. I asked you and was surprised you said yes not understanding Steve had a plus one already for me." Bucky admitted.
"It's ok Buck. I was happy you asked me to accompany you. I was looking forward to being your date to this. I was sad when you told me Steve and Sharon had a date for you, but I understand there was nothing you could do. It was an awkward situation for you."
"Really?"
"Really, it's ok. It turns out I am kind of here with you anyways thanks to Sam". You grabbed his hand. 
Bucky smiled at you and looked down at your connected hands. He would have to thank Sam about this later he thought to himself.
"By the way, how is your date anyways? I didn't see you dancing with her. You like to dance right?" you smirked. 
"Ugh, don't get me started. I don't want to be near her. She's fake and kind of mean. Her laugh is the most annoying as she sounds like a dying hyena. I see why her, and Sharon get along so well" Bucky admitted rubbing the back of his neck. 
You snorted a giggle which caused Bucky to laugh. 
"Sorry." You rubbed your nose.
"Since Sam sat down at the table, she ignored me and is now all over him" Bucky said with slight disgust. 
"I saw that guy you were dancing with earlier; he's danced with half of the ladies here already" Bucky frowned. 
"Oh, you mean Fighter Pilot Mark. He's a nice guy, but I don't trust him. Too flashy for me. I prefer quiet, kind, slightly sarcastic, handsome, 107-year-old men. Know anyone who fits that description?"
He blushed and smiled back. 
"I think I do".
Bucky was inching closer to you on the couch. 
"Can I tell you something Y/n?"
You nodded.
"You're the most beautiful woman here. You look stunning. That dress is gorgeous on you". Bucky whispered in your ear giving shivers down your back. 
"Don't tell Sam this because it would totally go to his head, but I wished I was him when he got to escort you here".
Bucky now sat dangerously close to you. How did that happen?
His thigh was now touching yours and his arm was wrapped around your waist as he held you.
"I won't" you smiled.
"Can I kiss you?" Bucky whispered in your ear. 
You nodded and leaned into him as he gave you a warm, soft kiss.
573 notes · View notes
lives-in-midgard · 3 months
Text
🎄Perfect Christmas🎄
Tumblr media
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: You can't allow that your best friend Bucky is alone on Christmas day, so you decide to surprise him and make it your mission that you two have a perfect Christmas together.
Word Count: 1695
A/N: I had this idea for so long and when I saw this prompt I thought that it would fit so well. I'm so happy to share this story with you all! I hope you enjoy it! 💗
Divider made by @saradika.
Prompt 21: "Wait you love me?" "I always have."
(Prompt by @buckys-wintersoldier)
Masterlist | Fluffcember Masterlist
Tumblr media
It’s Christmas morning and you’ve just packed all the things you need for the day into your car. You sat in the driver’s seat and put on your Christmas playlist when you suddenly received a message from Bucky.
“Good morning doll, I wish you a wonderful Christmas day.” You immediately started smiling and texted him back.
“Morning Buck. Thank you, I hope you have a wonderful Christmas Day as well.” You texted and smiled to yourself. You can’t wait to see his face when you knock on his apartment door. You had the idea to surprise Bucky for Christmas when you were on your last mission together. You, Bucky and Sam somehow started talking about Christmas and how you celebrate it and then Bucky said that he would be alone. Sam invited him to his home, but Bucky refused to come. You didn’t want your best friend to be alone on this special day. So, you decided to surprise him and went decoration shopping for the last few weeks. You probably bought too much, but you didn’t care. You wanted the day to be perfect.
You parked your car in an empty parking lot in front of Bucky’s apartment. You walked into the building and when you reached Bucky’s door you took a deep breath and then knocked.
“Come here, Alpine.” You heard Bucky muttering and giggling from inside. A few seconds later, Bucky opened the door while holding Alpine in his hands and looked you straight in the eyes.
“Hey, doll”, he said nervously with a smile.
“Hey, Buck.” You said and Alpine meowed.
“And hello to you too.” You said and started petting Alpine.
“What a surprise to see you. I thought you were already on your way to your family?” Bucky asked.
“I’m actually not celebrating it with my family this year.” Bucky looked confused now.
“What? Why? I thought you had this tradition?” He was so confused but also worried why you wouldn’t want to celebrate with your family like always.
“You’re right we have this tradition, but I’d rather spend Christmas with you.” The “you” came out a little shy, but when you said it, his gaze softened.
“Are you sure, doll?” Bucky asked and you nodded.
“But I don’t even have any decorations here.” Bucky mumbled, looking at the ground. You reached for his hand.
“That’s no problem, Buck. Because I thought that would be the case, I kept a few things in my car.” When you said that, Bucky looked up and smiled.
“You have?”
“Of, course. If you can please help me carry everything up here.”
“Of course.” Bucky said, dropping Alpine to the ground.
“You stay here.” He said, quickly closing the door before Alpine could run out. You and Bucky walked down the stairs and to your car. When you reached your car, you opened the trunk. Bucky chuckled when he saw you had three boxes full of Christmas stuff.
“Just a few things.” He chuckled.
“I didn’t really know what you wanted, so I brought different things.” You said, starting to blush. You quickly carried all the boxes into Bucky’s apartment and placed them next to the coffee table. Then you started opening one box after another and put some things on the table. You and Bucky started decorating his entire apartment while Christmas music played in the background. Alpine walked around and took something out of the box.
“No, Alpine. Put that back.” Bucky said but Alpine ignored him and walked away. You had to smile.
“It’s okay, Alpine is just helping us.” You said that which made Bucky laugh too. After a while you were finished and looked at the result with a smile.
“It looks really beautiful”, Bucky said, looking over at you.
That’s true, but there’s still one thing missing.”
“Let me think.” Bucky said, looking around.
“A Christmas tree.”
“You’re right, Sherlock.” You joked and Bucky started laughing. You love hearing him laugh even more when you’re the one making him laugh.
“But where can we get one today?”
“There’s this place not far from here and there are still some.” You said shyly.
“You really thought of everything, didn’t you?”
“Well, we’ll see that later.” You said nervously, hoping you didn’t forget anything. You and Bucky walked to the car. This time you took his car because there may not be enough space in yours for the tree. You told Bucky the location and he started driving away. Bucky turned on the radio, and you started singing along. Bucky looked over at you smiling and started singing with you when he knew a song.
You walked around for a while when you finally found the perfect Christmas tree for the both of you. You helped Bucky carry it to the car and then drove back. On the way back it started snowing and it looked so beautiful.
Once you got back to the apartment, Bucky put the tree in the living room. Then you showed him the last box you brought with you. In contained everything that could be hung on the tree. Bucky looked so happy when you decorated the Christmas tree together. The Christmas tree was almost finished. All that was missing was the treetop decoration. You looked in the box again but couldn’t find it there. You got nervous and looked in every box.
“Nooo.” You whimpered and Bucky was quickly at your side.
“Doll?” A tear began to run down your cheek and Bucky wiped it away.
“Hey, doll, what’s wrong?” He asked, trying to figure out what happened to upset you. Since you didn’t answer and cried even more, Bucky thought a hug might help. He wrapped his arms around you, and you began to relax into his embrace. He rubbed your back and whispered a few comforting words.
“Sweetheart, please tell me what’s wrong.” He said after you pulled away.
“The...the treetop ornament …isn’t here. I must have forgotten it.” You stuttered and Bucky gave you a small smile.
“It’s not that important, doll. The tree looks really beautiful even without it. “
“Are you sure?” You asked and Bucky nodded.
“Definitely. I remember we didn’t have one when I was a kid either.” Bucky reassured you and you smiled.
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize, doll.” He smiled at you.
“So, what’s our next Christmas activity?” Bucky asked with a smile.
“Let’s watch a movie.” You suggested. You both made yourself comfortable on the couch, with Alpine next to you. To make it even more comfortable, Bucky went to his room to get a blanket. He placed it around the two of you and then put his arm around you. You started the movie and with every minute you sat there, almost cuddling with him, you felt even more at home and the butterflies in your stomach started to grow. Bucky was always more than just a friend to you, but it took a while for you to realize that. It was moments like these that made you aware of your feelings. When the movie ended, you looked up at him and you both smiled at each other.
Bucky suggested going out for dinner so you two wouldn’t have to cook and because you’ve already done so much for him. Luckily, there was a free table at a restaurant not far away. You shared a beautiful, delicious meal together. Because Bucky is such a gentleman, he paid for dinner and then opened the door for you. When you got back to his apartment, you watched a Christmas movie and then went to bed. Bucky initially insisted that he should sleep on the couch, but you said it would be okay if you shared his bed. Before Bucky turned off the light, he looked at you again.
“Thank you so much, doll. For this wonderful day”
“Of course, Bucky. I’m so glad we had such a great day together and we still have tomorrow.” You said with a smile. You made yourself comfortable and quickly fell asleep next to Bucky.
When you woke up the next morning, you felt a strong arm wrapped around you. You opened your eyes and took a second to realize where you were. You were at Bucky’s apartment. In his bed and somehow you were cuddling. You were best friends, but that didn’t feel wrong or weird. It felt so good, and you felt so safe in his arms.
“Oh, doll. I’m so sorry.” Bucky mumbled when he woke up and quickly tried to remove his arm from you, but you stopped him.
“Don’t be sorry, Buck. I... I really like this.”
“You do?” He said and you nodded.
“I’m glad because I like it too.” You began to smile and rested your head on this chest while he began to gently stroke your back. Then he kissed your forehead, and you thought that this was finally the perfect time to tell Bucky about your feelings for him. So, you looked up and looked at him.
“Bucky, I have something to tell you.”
“Of course, go for it doll.”
“I love you.” You confessed and started to smile at Bucky.
“Wait you love me?” Bucky asked.
“I always have.”
“I’m so happy and glad because I love you too. And I think otherwise we wouldn’t be this close right now.” Bucky said and you giggled.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” You giggled and laid there for a few more minutes until you were both ready to get up. After the two of you finished in the bathroom, you went to the kitchen to make some breakfast while Bucky fed Alpine some food. After breakfast, you suddenly saw that there was another present under the Christmas tree and not just the one you had put there. Bucky must have gotten you something and left it there when you weren’t looking.
After breakfast you exchanged gifts and spent such a lovely morning and day with Bucky. You were so glad that you decided to surprise him and finally tell him about your feelings. It really was the perfect Christmas.
Tumblr media
Taglist:
@marvelogic | @eviebuggg | @buckys-wintersoldier | @nicoline1998enilocin | @kandis-mom | @sergeantbarnessdoll | @noellez-best-life23 | @beaubbdoll | @buckskemp | @ratchildspartan | @scott-loki-barnes |  @mrs-bucky-barnes-73 @mrsbuckybarnes1917
Tumblr media
287 notes · View notes
duckybarnes1917 · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
18+ Only
Summary: Bucky hates you. Until he doesn't.
Warnings: enemies to lovers, mommy kink, sub Bucky, dom reader, oral sex (m and f), teasing, begging not cum, orgasm denial, p in v, unprotected sex, leather cuffs, color system
AN: My Valentine's Day fic this year also serves as my entry for @the-slumberparty week one I Spy challenge! I used the diamond necklace and leather cuffs. Also, this fic fills the enemies to lovers space (G3) on my @allcapsbingo bingo card!
Bucky had always hated you. Ever since you walked into the compound, showing off and flaunting all your assets. You were a good fighter; you didn't need to shove it in everyone's faces all the time. Every time he walked past the gym and saw you sitting on Sam's chest, pinning him down again, an ugly emotion coursed through Bucky. Your triumphant smile made him want to rip you off of Sam and show you a taste of your own medicine. But he always kept walking, doing his best to ignore you. 
He didn't think it was possible to hate you even more. But once again, you proved him wrong in that department. You were late. Very late. Bucky paced around the loft he had been living in undercover. He was dressed in a tailored black suit, his hair slicked back, perfectly in place. The mission called for him to pose as an art collector–with deep pockets and dark habits. He had been alone here for a month, slowly gaining the trust of the key players, and tonight was the night he was finally going to get the critical piece of information he needed. But there had been a hiccup. His mark, Zakaria Tate, had invited him to dinner. Not just any dinner, a Valentine's dinner. Date required. Bucky had begged Sam to send Yelena; her no-nonsense attitude would have made this super easy, but he declined. Bucky would have preferred that Sam himself joined him tonight over you. But Sam simply laughed and told him to suck it up. You were the only choice. 
Bucky rechecked his watch just as you burst through his front door, again proving him wrong. Because he hated you even more in the crimson dress that hung to you like it was your skin. 
"Don’t say it, Barnes. I know.” You pushed past him, heading toward the kitchen and pouring yourself a glass of wine. 
“You’re late,” Bucky said through grit teeth. He stalked over to you and ripped the glass from your hand. 
You rolled your eyes, taking a long pull from the wine bottle instead. “It’s not my fault. This ridiculous lingerie took way too much work to get into.” 
Bucky tensed, his eyes immediately moving from your face to scan your body. “Wh–why would you–”
You shrugged, picking up the gift box you had walked in with. “It helps sell the part. If we were really dating. And you were really taking me out for Valentine’s. And you were really giving me that gift over there.” You paused to point at the jewelry box Bucky had waiting by the front door. “Then I would really fuck you stupid at the end of the night.” 
You smiled at him as you walked past, stroking his arm lightly with your hand. 
Bucky swallowed thickly, turning to watch the sway of your ass. He hated how easily you made him feel like this. Like he would drop to his knees and do whatever you asked of him just for a taste. 
** 
To Bucky’s surprise, the dinner was going well. Zakaria loved you. That wasn’t surprising; everyone loved you except for him. But the character he was playing did–he needed to act the part. He swallowed his stubbornness and inched closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. You smiled at him before placing a kiss on his cheek. 
“Oh, there he is, my loving boyfriend. Thought you forgot you’re supposed to want to touch me.” 
“Sorry, I’m not that good of an actor,” Bucky muttered. 
You ignored him and turned back to the conversation at the table. Despite his snarky comeback, Bucky couldn’t help the shiver that went through him in response to your touch. Your voice low in his ear was something he could get used to. 
Fuck. 
No. 
But his body was already reacting, squeezing your hip to pull you closer. You nuzzled into his side and placed your hand on his big thigh. 
Bucky took a deep inhale; he could do this. He knew what you were doing and would not let you ruffle him. 
But as soon as he relaxed, your thumb began slowly stroking his thigh. It was innocent–if he didn’t know you better. He gave you a sharp warning, but you wouldn’t look at him. Such a simple movement should not have had him turning to breathing exercises to keep himself from begging you to touch him more. 
As if you could read his thoughts, your hand glided down to his knee and back, and again and again. It was becoming more challenging for Bucky to focus on what anyone at the table was saying and even harder to keep his eyes from stealing glances down your dress. He couldn’t help it, he had the perfect view, and he wanted to know what color your lingerie was–in the dark lighting, it looked red, and his cock swelled. 
Shit. 
“Baby–” you giggled when Bucky finally looked up from your tits. “Zakaria wants to see what you got me.” 
“Oh–of course.” Bucky shook the lust off and handed you the jewelry box. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.” 
God, his voice sounded like he had swallowed knives. 
Get it together. 
Genuine surprise flashed across your face as you picked up the glittering diamond necklace. Everyone at the table gasped in awe. That was the reaction Bucky had hoped for. 
“Go on, put it on her.” Zakaria urged. 
Bucky blushed as you turned your back to him and swept your hair out of the way. His hand was shaking as he drew the necklace around your neck; his fingers left a trail of goosebumps on your skin. Once he got it clasped, you turned to him and stuck your chest out. “How does it look?” 
Bucky’s mouth watered as he looked at the diamonds glittering against your skin. The necklace dipped into your cleavage, and Bucky could see your nipples pebbled through the thin fabric of your dress. He hated how hard you made his cock. Hated that you would never do anything about it. Hated that he was always destined to imagine you fucking him while he stroked his cock alone. 
Zakaria laughed, “I think our friend may be ready to leave our company.” 
Fuck, was he being that transparent? 
“Not before dessert,” you said, smiling mischievously. 
Bucky wasn’t prepared for your lips to collide with his. You did it so fast; he wasn’t sure what had happened. By the time his brain caught up and he registered the soft warmth of your lips, you were already pulling back to whisper in his ear. 
“If I liked you, Barnes–” you sighed longingly, the heat of your breath tickling his ear. 
Bucky stared at you wide-eyed and begged silently for you to finish your thought. He needed it–for later. 
The entire time you ate your dessert, Bucky could only think about what you had left unsaid. What would you do if you liked him? What did you want to do to him? 
You threw back the last of your drink and suddenly flopped into Bucky’s lap–pretending to be the love-drunk girlfriend you were playing. You giggled, and Bucky helped you sit up; you used his leverage to scoot yourself into his lap. Bucky froze as your eyes snapped to his when your ass felt his sizeable bulge. 
“Oh, you fucking wish,” you whispered against his lips, that glint that Bucky hated so much in your eyes. 
Your smile looked predatory, and as hard as Bucky tried to find the hate inside himself that would allow him to push you off or at least come back with a witty response, all he could do was swallow down a whimper. 
Your smile grew, and you pushed your chest against him while your fingers ran through his hair. “Is this–” you circled your hips to emphasize what you were referencing, “why you hate me so much? You just wanna fuck me?”
“Stop,” Bucky begged quietly; his grip on your waist tightened, but you kept squirming. 
“Be a good boy, and I’ll go easy on you the rest of the night.” 
Bucky couldn’t help himself, his hips pushed up against you, and he cursed under his breath. Your eyes darkened, and Bucky knew he had indeed given himself away now. Usually, a comment like that would have gotten you a death glare and probably an ugly name thrown your way. But it had all been a mask, all of it. Because he wanted this. Too much. 
Suddenly you stood up. “We’re leaving. Thank you so much, Zakaria. It was lovely.” 
You hauled Bucky to his feet, and the protest Zakaria had started to give died on her tongue when she saw the obvious reason for his quick exit. 
“Have fun, you two; don’t be strangers.” 
Bucky didn’t even care that he had got nothing out of this dinner other than a raging hard-on. He couldn’t think past how your hips moved as you marched out of the restaurant. You didn’t stop once you were outside, and Bucky worried that he had completely fucked this up and made a jackass of himself. 
“Wait! Where are you going?!” Bucky jogged to catch up to you. 
“Back to the loft. Can’t talk here.” 
Bucky kept his mouth shut and followed you. Maybe you had noticed something he didn’t–since you were actually working the mission instead of acting like a horny teenager. As he followed you, he replayed the night, searching for something he missed, but all he could remember was you. He didn’t even realize you were back in the loft until you slammed the door shut and pushed him up against it. 
“What the fuck, Barnes?” 
“Wh–what?” Bucky tried not to rut his hips against you but failed when your grip on his wrists tightened. 
“This whole time? I thought you hated me–”
“I do,” Bucky groaned. “Hate that I can’t have you.” 
Your brows furrowed. “So you just decided to be a dick?” 
“Had to,” Bucky said breathlessly. “If I didn’t pretend that you make me so unbearably horny, I would have begged you to fuck me every goddamn mission.” 
Bucky’s face fell into a pout when you let him go and took a few steps back. You were gonna leave. Probably laugh in his face first and then leave him like this, hard and desperate. 
“So do it. Beg.” You stuck out your hip and crossed your arms to emphasize your breasts. 
Bucky stood stunned for a moment, still not sure if you were being serious. 
You sighed, irritated, and started to move toward the exit. Bucky immediately dropped to his knees. He wasn’t going to let you go that easily. 
“Please.” 
Bucky licked his lips nervously, not really sure what else to say. Your brow rose, unimpressed and expecting more. 
“I’m sorry, please; I want you so bad.” 
“What do you want from me, baby boy?” 
Bucky finally looked up at you, and the view made him groan. This is how he wanted to be all the time, on his knees, looking up at you. He needed to answer you before you got mad, but he didn't know what to ask for first; he wanted everything. 
“Want you to fuck me,” Bucky hated how needy he sounded, but he couldn’t help it. 
You smiled and stepped forward, tipping his head back. “I’ll think about it.” 
Panic was evident on Bucky’s face, he knew it, but all you did was laugh before lifting your leg and placing it over his shoulder. 
“See if you can earn it.” 
Oh god. 
With a trembling hand, Bucky slid your short dress up your thighs slowly, mentally preparing himself for the sight of your coveted cunt. Nothing could have prepared him, and as soon as he saw your crotchless red panties, he whimpered and gripped your thigh harder. 
“Can I use my mouth?” He asked, eyes wide with hope. 
“Of course, you can, baby.” 
“Thank you, mommy,” Bucky stuck his head under your dress before he could see the shock and pleasure on your face. 
The sting in his scalp spurred him on as your grip tightened and you pressed him closer to your heat. His tongue moved urgently, and every time you made a pleasured noise, he moaned against your clit. 
“I’m close, baby, don’t stop,” your breathy sigh spurred Bucky to slide his hands up your thighs and grip your hips. He pulled you even closer, sliding his warm tongue into you over and over. 
“Fuck yes, baby boy, fuck me, fuck me.” Your hips moved frantically, using his nose to stimulate your clit. 
Bucky could have cried; this was fucking bliss. He quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, desperate to stroke himself in time with his tongue. 
“I didn’t say you could touch your cock,” you said breathlessly, and Bucky whimpered. He was desperate for some kind of relief, but he was afraid to disobey you. Instead, he moved his hand out of his pants and gripped your ass hard, fucking you even deeper with his tongue. He didn’t stop until you came so hard he had to hold you up so you wouldn’t fall. 
Bucky tried to remain patient while you lowered your leg and patted his head condescendingly. He was still afraid you would leave at any moment. 
“That was good, baby.” 
Bucky blushed, looking up at you hopefully. His hands were clenched at his sides to keep from touching himself. 
“Go to the bedroom and take all your clothes off.”
Bucky scrambled to his feet, ignoring your chuckle as he raced to the bedroom, peeling his clothes off. 
Thankfully, you didn’t make him wait long; you walked into the room and only paused momentarily to check him out. 
“Help me out of this dress, baby.” 
Bucky slid the zipper of your dress down quickly, almost breaking it. The silk puddled at your feet, and Bucky growled, low and deep, at the sight of you before him. You moved away too soon for his liking, directing him to lie on the bed. 
“You never opened my gift.” 
Bucky held his breath as you crawled over him. You sat on his chest and opened the gift for him. Bucky’s eyes went wide as he looked at the black leather cuffs inside. 
“Originally, I bought them as a joke. But…”
“Yes. Please.” Bucky held his wrists out to you excitedly. 
“You know the colors?” 
When Bucky nodded, you kissed his wrists before placing the cuffs on him. 
“This is gonna be fun,” you smiled wickedly at him before sitting back so you could unhook your bra. You removed it slowly, enjoying Bucky’s gaze and how he worried his lip every time you almost removed it completely. 
“Mommy, please!” He finally whined, and you threw the bra to the floor. 
Bucky reached his cuffed hands out, but you moved out of his reach. “Should have thought about that before you said yes, baby boy.” 
You grabbed his joined wrists and lifted them over his head, putting your breasts in reach of his hungry mouth. 
It was hard, but Bucky resisted, thrusting his hips in the air as he groaned. “Please, can I?” 
God, his lips practically brushed against your nipple as he spoke. 
“Can you what?” You teased. 
Bucky squirmed, frustrated, and unable to think with all his blood now in his swollen, ignored cock. “Tits. Want–” Bucky groaned as you lowered yourself even more. “Wanna suck your tits,” he rushed out in one breath. 
“Go ahead, baby.” 
Bucky’s tongue flicked over your nipple quickly before he sucked it into his mouth. His hips pistoned into the air as he sucked. He moved to the next one, giving it the same treatment. 
“Is there something else you need from me, baby?” 
Bucky whined, your breast still in his mouth and his eyes watery. 
You sat up and ran your finger over his pouting lips. “What else do you need, baby? Use your words.”
“Need–” Bucky’s breath caught as he looked at you, naked except for the diamond necklace around your neck and nuzzled between your breasts. “Need you to touch me.” 
“Come on, you can do better than that.” 
Bucky frowned, a confused look on his face. 
“I know you’ve got filthy, dirty thoughts in that big cyborg brain of yours. Come on.” 
“Oh god, I–” Bucky closed his eyes, trying to find some confidence. “I need you to touch my cock. Put it in your tight pussy and come all over me. Need you to make me come, mommy, wanna come inside you, fuck.” 
“That’s better, baby.” You kissed his chest, slowly dragging your lips down until you reached his throbbing cock. 
You didn’t show it, but you were just as wound up as he was. It would be so satisfying to slide him inside you now. Fuck him fast and frantic until you both came way too quickly. Maybe next time. For now, you needed to make him work for it. And maybe pay him back for being such a dick to you. You let your saliva dribble over the crown of his cock and stroked him lightly to spread it. He was already so wound up that simple action had him thrusting off the bed. 
You couldn’t resist pushing him further, sucking on his tip while your hand moved faster, and you rolled his balls gently. 
“Oh fuck! Yes! God, don’t stop!” 
You didn’t, only removing your mouth long enough to ask him if he wanted to come. A resounding yes made you chuckle. Poor boy. 
“Do you wanna come, or do you wanna stick your fat cock in my little pussy?” 
You didn’t give him time to think as your mouth wrapped around his tip again, and his mind went blank. 
“Bucky, I asked you a question.”
“Both?” He tried but knew it was pointless. 
“Choose, or I’ll choose for you.” 
Bucky hesitated, your mouth felt so fucking good, and he had imagined coming down your throat so many times. He was already so close it would only take a few more strokes, and he’d be there. 
He groaned, sagging against the bed. “Want your pussy.” 
But you didn’t stop; you took him deeper in your mouth and sucked hard. 
“Want your pussy!” Bucky gasped as suddenly he was in your throat, and you were swallowing around him. 
Was this a test? He didn’t think he was going to pass. His balls were heavy with need, and your tongue was coaxing him to the brink faster and faster. 
“Please, mommy! I’m gonna come! Please stop,” Bucky gasped, hands clenched tightly as he fought the oncoming orgasm. “Oh,” he drew the word out long and needy. “Please, I’ll come; stop, please.” He was so close now he could almost taste the pleasure. 
That was when you stopped, pulling your mouth off of him slowly and giving his crown one more good lick. 
“You did so good, baby boy.” You straddled him, running your wet pussy over his dick before pushing his tip inside. “Let’s see how long you last inside me.” 
Bucky’s mind went blank as you slid down his length. You looked so perfect, perched on his cock with nothing but diamonds on your sexy body. He couldn’t breathe. 
Your ass met his thick thighs, and Bucky groaned. “So–good,” he sounded drunk. 
“Don’t come.” 
That was the only warning he got before your hands found his thighs, and you began fucking yourself on his throbbing cock. 
“You’re so big, baby. I’m gonna come so hard.” You threw your head back, working your hips even faster. 
Bucky tasted blood in his mouth; he was biting his tongue, trying his best to keep from filling you up. 
Your hand drifted down your body, and Bucky had to close his eyes when you started rubbing your clit. 
“Mommy, I–I’m gonna come, please.” 
“You’re not allowed.” 
“But–” Bucky groaned as you moved your hands to his chest and fucked him faster. 
“This is what you asked for, baby boy. You wanted to be balls deep inside me. Wanted me to fuck you.” 
Bucky couldn’t argue. So he squeezed his eyes shut and tried his best to hold back. Even as you came, moaning his name and squeezing his cock like a vice, he didn’t come. 
A tear ran down his cheek as you came down from your high. 
“Look at me, pretty boy.” You leaned forward and wiped the tear from his cheek. “You were so good for me.” 
Bucky sniffled as your lips brushed against his. “I’m sorry I was a jerk.” 
“Oh, Bucky,” you cupped his cheek and looked him in the eye. “I always liked you too. Only you. I’m sorry I was a pain in the ass.” 
You kissed him then, slow and deep. Bucky felt bad, but he broke out of the cuffs and gently moved you to lay on your back. He held your face as he kissed you back, stroking your tongue with his and holding you close. His cock throbbed angrily inside you, but you hadn’t given him permission to move. 
Your hand moved from his hair to his ass, grabbing it tightly. “Fuck me, Bucky.” 
Bucky’s hips punched forward. “I–I can’t. I’ll come.” 
He looked so disappointed. 
“I believe in you. Fuck me.” You spread your legs wide for him, and he dropped his forehead to rest on yours. 
“I hate you.” But you both knew now that he didn’t mean it. 
He kept you close while he moved his hips slowly, building up speed and keeping his thrusts as deep as he could. 
“Don’t stop,” you groaned when he started to slow down. 
“Gonna come,” he mumbled against your lips. 
“Haven’t earned it,” you huffed back. “Fuck me. Hard.” 
Gathering the little self-control Bucky had left, he lifted himself onto his knees and grabbed your hips, pistoning into you as hard as he could manage. 
He shouldn’t have, but his hand reached out to squeeze one of your bouncing breasts. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Please, gotta stop.” 
You ignored him, arching your back and pushing your chest out. Bucky growled, quickly descending on your breasts with his mouth. Sucking one while he squeezed the other. His hips moved frantically, losing his rhythm. 
“Please, mommy, can I stop?” His voice was muffled against your chest. 
Your response was to wrap your legs around his waist tightly. He groaned, trying to think about something other than how wet and warm you were around him. You didn’t make it easy. 
“Fuck my little pussy, yeah, fuck, fuck, baby, mommy’s coming.” 
Your walls spasmed around him, and Bucky’s hot tears fell onto your chest as he held on for dear life, silently begging to stop before he spilled his seed inside you.
“Come, baby,” you said through deep breaths as your high faded. 
Bucky barely managed to ask where before he was pounding into you. When you said, “inside, come in my pussy.” Bucky’s hands moved to your ass, gripping it tight as he fucked into your warm, tight cunt frantically as if he was afraid you’d change your mind. 
“Thank you, thank you, mommy, pussy feels so good,” he whined, grinding deeper as his orgasm overtook him. He froze for a moment, gasping and groaning against your neck as he came harder than he ever had before. But soon, he was slowly fucking his come deeper into you, whispering praises against the column of your throat. 
Your hand ran through his hair, and he nuzzled deeper. 
“If I had known the serum kept you hard after orgasm, I would have let you come sooner.” 
“Fuck you,” Bucky groaned, punching his hips forward to make you gasp. 
“You liked it,” you giggled. 
“Fucking loved it, never wanna leave your pussy.” 
“Keep fucking me like that and calling me your mommy, and I’ll let you fuck me as much as you want.”
“Happy fucking Valentine’s Day to me,” Bucky whispered incredulously before moving you up the bed to start round two.
1K notes · View notes
literaryavenger · 3 months
Text
Avengers: Age of Ultron
Summary: You and Sam are disconnected from the world during a mission in the Amazon following a lead to track down Bucky. How much stuff can happen in a week?
Pairing: platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader, platonic!Natasha Romanoff x Reader, platonic!Sam Wilson x Reader
Warnings: Language. Reader being dramatic. My poor attempts at being funny. Nothing much, really.
Word Count: 1.6K
Masterlist | Series Masterlist
Tumblr media
After the fall of Shield you paired with Sam to look for Bucky while Steve teamed up once again with the Avengers to retrieve Loki’s staff and bring Hydra down once and for all. They’ve been doing a good job apparently, unlike you and Sam that have had no luck tracking down your missing supersoldier. Tonight you get a break though as you got invited to the party Stark is throwing to ‘celebrate the revels of victory’ as the Captain so normally put it in his message.
When you step out of the elevator you see Natasha on the couch talking to Colonel Rhodes and you walk over to say hi. You chat a bit with them before Rhodey, as he told you to call him, went to look for Tony and you made your way to the bar with Nat.
“So, how’s the testosterone filled team treating you?”- you ask her while she makes you your favorite drink without you even having to ask.
“If you saw how much time those guys spend on their hair you’d know you and I bring more testosterone than them.”- She tells you smirking and you laugh as you take the drink she just handed you.
You look around you and notice Bruce making his way to the bar, so you turn back to Natasha and say -“Here comes your damsel in distress”- you wink and walk away, going to find someone you know. You find Sam at the pool tables.
“Hey, you just missed me kicking Steve’s ass.”- he says when he sees you.
“Are you sure you weren’t just daydreaming, birdboy?”- he tries to glare at you but ends up laughing with you, inviting you to play with him. Obviously, you beat him and then suddenly he’s not in the mood to play anymore.
“Aww, are you mad I kicked your ass?”- you coo at him and giggle at his pout. You guys find Steve and start making your way to the second floor as he tells you about the team’s last mission.
“Sounds like a hell of a fight, sorry we missed it.”- Sam says.
“If I had known it was going to be a firefight I absolutely would have called you.”- Steve said.
“No, we’re not actually sorry.”- you clarify -”He’s just trying to sound tough.”- they both laugh with you.
“Yeah, we’re very happy chasing cold leads on our missing persons case. Avenging is your world.”- Sam says as you make it to the overlook.
“Your world is crazy.”- you add, seeing the whole room from your elevated point of view.
“Be it ever so humble.”- Steve says, looking around too.
“You find a place in Brooklyn yet?”- you say after a moment of silence.
“I don't think I can afford a place in Brooklyn.”- he says, glancing at you and you laugh.
“Well, home is home, you know?”- Sam says.
You keep talking for a bit, then make your way downstairs where you meet new people here and there and chat with various Avengers, until eventually it gets late.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay here tonight?”- Steve asks you and Sam while you wait for the elevator -“We have guest rooms.”
“As much as I’d like to see how Stark lives,”- you start -“we have an early flight tomorrow.”
“We’re following some breadcrumbs on our missing robot”- Sam clarifies at Steve’s confused look, making both him and you roll your eyes.
“Gotcha. Good luck”- he says directly to you, glancing at Sam that was now glaring at you both while you chuckle. You say your goodnights and step into the elevator. You give Sam a ride to his house and then drive to your own, going to bed right away.
You begrudgingly woke up earlier than you would’ve liked and met up with Sam to catch your flight.
“Morning, sunshine”- he said, chuckling at your hangover state.
“Bite me, Wilson”- was all you could muster the strength to say.
“Why did you drink so much last night if you knew we had to wake up early?”- he didn’t even try to hide his amusement.
“It’s not how much, it’s what.”- you said, sipping the coffee he thankfully brought you -“This is the last time I let Romanoff make my drinks”
“Well, have a long flight so you’ll have time to sleep”- he says, letting you rest your head on his shoulder while wrapping his arm around you, stroking your arm as you wait for your plane to start boarding.
“Thank fucking god”- is all you say and you hear him laugh quietly. You’ve gotten close with Sam since you started your manhunt for the Winter Soldier previously known as Sergeant James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes. 
You already spent a lot of time together when you started with both Sam and Steve, but ever since the Captain started taking down Hydra bases with the Avengers, all your time was now spent solely with the Falcon. 
You fly together everywhere your leads take you, you spend days on end in each other’s company and you research together as much as you can about Bucky and Hydra in between missions when you’re home. You’re basically best friends now.
Sometimes you think the only good thing that honestly has come from your search is your friendship with Sam at this point, but you’re trying to stay positive knowing how much Steve cares.
You board the plane and, once again, rest your head on Sam’s shoulder as you fall asleep. When you wake up, about an hour before landing, you notice Sam fell asleep too. You smile at his peaceful face, it’s always nicer to be around him when he’s not talking shit. 
You finally land and get ready to spend a whole week in the middle of the Amazon with no reception and just Sam’s dumb ass for company.
-
“We really don’t get paid enough for this”- you say as you sit back in your seat, eyes closed, your body almost giving out because of exhaustion. 
“Now, that’s something we can agree on”- Sam chuckles, as tired as you and still a fucking ray of sunshine. How does he do it, you don’t know.
You’ve just spent a hellish week in the depths of the Amazon forest, almost died about three thousand and sixteen times and all you have to show for it is scars and bruises and bites of insects the size of cats. 
You didn’t even have time to clean up before your flight, the closest thing to a shower you had all week being when you fell into a river trying to help Sam out and then both of you almost fell down a waterfall.
A. Fucking. Waterfall.
You both basically passed out during the flight, being awakened suddenly after what felt like only a second by a flight attendant, both of you so startled that you almost pulled your guns on her.
You were already waiting in line for a taxi before it even crossed your mind to check your phone, really how much stuff could have happened in the seven days you were gone?
Turns out a lot. Like literally the robot uprisings and flying cities kind of a lot. You were frozen staring at your phone when Sam’s voice finally registered as he said your name and shook you a little, effectively taking you out of your daze.
“Have you checked your phone?”- you ask, ignoring all his questions, still scrolling through the hundreds of texts from both Natasha and Steve.
“What the hell…”- was all you heard from him a minute later and you didn’t need to look up to know his actions were now mirroring your own.
Before you knew it you were entering a taxi and giving the address of the Avengers Tower, ignoring the skeptical look on the driver’s face once he took notice of your disheveled appearance.
You were both on your phones in a second, you with Natasha and Sam with Steve, letting them know you were alive and assuring yourselves that they were okay. They greeted you at the front door of the Tower, offering you to stay there for the night and this time you both accepted. 
After a much needed shower, you sat down with the rest of the team for dinner and they told you in more detail about what happened.
Natasha waited until you were alone in her room to tell you about Bruce, and you did your best to comfort her resulting in both of you falling asleep in her bed. 
The morning after Steve told you and Sam that the remaining Avengers would be relocating to a new facility in Upstate New York, and asked you both to join the team. Needless to say, neither of you needed more than a second to think about it, obviously you were in.
You spent the next few months getting to know the Avengers both old and new while the new building was being restructured, and now here you are at the new Avengers Compound for your first day as an official Avenger.
Clint’s home with his family, you and Nat visited when Laura gave birth to little Nathaniel, Thor’s got some big space adventure, Banner is still nowhere to be found and Tony’s on his way home to Pepper. So now it’s up to Natasha and Steve to train the new Avengers: Rhodey aka War Machine, Vision, Sam aka the Falcon, Wanda and, proudly, you.
Steve and Natasha enter the room you were all waiting in and everyone falls silent, very eager to try you new suits, courtesy of Stark Industries. 
“Avengers…”- Steve says, in his captain voice.
This is gonna be fun. 
Requested taglist: @sapphirebarnes
79 notes · View notes
avengerscompound · 8 days
Text
The Interview - Chapter 15
Tumblr media
The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic
Masterlist PREVIOUS //
Rating:  E
Warnings: none
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes
Word Count: 1844
Summary:  Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America.  Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.
A/N: My laptop broke last week and updates will be very sporadic until I get it back.  Sorry about that.
Tumblr media
Chapter 15
Melody tapped her pen on the desk in front of her as she waited for everything to be set up properly.  The website was launching this week and they wanted to do it with a big name.  So she had pulled the strings she didn’t want to pull to get one.  They had their idea for their light, silly interview segments, and they were starting with one of the biggest names there were; Tony Stark.
It had been a long time since she met the self-proclaimed genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist at the party where Steve had first confessed he was interested in her.  Back then she was just the woman interviewing Captain America, and while all Steve’s friends had been more than friendly, she was just a journalist back then, and the small amount she had spoken to anyone other than Steve, Bucky, or Sam, they had been on guard and performing for her.
Since then, Steve hadn’t invited her around to socialize with the rest of his friends.  Of course, she knew Bucky and Sam well, but the rest not so much.  On occasion, she might see one of them in the hall or the lobby when she slept over, but no other social occasions had brought them together.  Not that she particularly expected there to be, but it did mean that to get Tony she had gone through his PR people, dropping names in a way that made her feel a little dirty.  She hoped that this and the Spider-Man interview coming up would entice more celebrities to say yes.  She had other famous names she’d interviewed and created connections with thanks to the DB, but with this new site, it was hard for the bigger names to want to take the risk of being first.
She was grateful that Tony agreed to do it, but she worried that it was going to flop and not only would no one else agree to do any of these interviews, but Tony Stark would end up looking at her as the person who had publicly humiliated him, which would, in turn, would make things awkward with her and Steve.
She scribbled down a note to herself about trying to find a way to make Steve feel particularly cherished.  She didn’t want him to ever think she was with him because of who he knew.
As she was writing the huge double doors at the end of the tiny studio opened and Norah Winters came marching into the room like a woman on a mission.  She pulled up by the desk and flipped her blonde hair behind her head.  “Heard you used some nepotism to pull Tony Stark,” she said. “You realize this is why Jameson chose you for this job, don’t you?  You’re not a real journalist, you just sleep with people to get exclusives.”
Melody closed her notebook and blinked up at her.  “Thank you for your valuable input, Norah.  You are indeed a fantastic investigative journalist.  I’ll nominate you for a Pulitzer.  Woman running a fluff website pulled strings to get good guests.  News at seven.”
She rolled her eyes and went to take the notebook off the table.  Melody grabbed it before she could and tucked it into her pocket.  “You’re seriously happy with Jameson just using you like this?”
“Norah, I really don’t know what your problem is,” Melody said.  “I know you love to count the hits on your articles, but I also know you’re a real journalist.  A sleazy one, sure, but you do investigate things.  I’m not.  I never have been.  I write fluff pieces and now I produce silly online content to appeal to people who don’t read the news.  Every YouTuber on the planet calls in favors from their friends.  I don’t know what coming in here trying to call me out on that means anything to you.”
Norah rolled her eyes.  “We used to be a serious paper.”
“That’s not true,” Melody snarked.  “You were a tabloid at best.  I think what you’re annoyed about is you’re not the one getting all the attention anymore.  Go start a gossip blog if it bothers you that much.  Make up some stuff.”
“I don’t make things up,” she snapped.
“Oh no… you bend the truth to fit your narrative.  There’s a reason the Avengers don’t agree to interviews with you.”
“The Avengers are …”
“Oh yes?  What are we, dear?  I’d love to hear it.”
Both Norah and Melody whipped around to see Tony Stark enter the room.  He was with a small entourage of his own people as well as one of the interns and Bobbi.
“Mister Stark,” Melody said, getting up and coming over to him, holding out her hand to greet him.
“Ms Danes,” he said, taking her hand.  Rather than shake it though, he drew her in close and kissed her cheek.  “You look as ravishing as when I last saw you.”
“I really hope that’s not true,” Melody said.  “I was aiming at ravishing last time.  Now I’m going for professional.”
Tony laughed and turned his attention back to Norah.  “You were saying, Ms Winters?”
“I was saying that I have better places to be.  Good to see you, Mister Stark,” she said with a nod, quickly hurrying out of the room.
Tony laughed.  “She normally has much more fight than that,” he said.
Melody laughed and shook her head.  “I think she’s jealous I got the promotion,” she said and gestured for Tony to sit.  “Thank you so much for agreeing to do this for me, Tony.”
“Not a problem.  I have to admit, I was excited to get a chance to see you again.  I know you and Cap are getting serious and I’m getting a little offended he’s been keeping you away from me,” he said.  “So what’s the premise?  I’m eating things while I answer questions?”
“We have some recipes that were featured in Magazines from the year you were born and you and Bobbi will try them together.  Some are a little suspect, but we made sure there’s nothing there on your no-go list,” Melody explained.  “The questions are light.  It’s just supposed to be silly and fun.  You can answer truthfully or go for the joke, whatever you want.”
“As long as no one hands me anything, it’ll be fine,” he said.  “Bobbi and I will have a great time.  I know how disgusting 70s food can be.”
“That’s good,” Melody said.  “You won’t be disappointed.”
Tony laughed hard and got comfortable in his chair while Bobbi took the opposite him.  She ran through her intro easily.  Melody wasn’t surprised, Bobbi was so excited about this job she’d been practicing her lines constantly at home.  Sometimes Melody had heard her repeating them over and over in the shower.
When she was done explaining the premise and introducing Tony, Melody brought over the first dish, putting it on the desk beside them, so that Bobbi could slide it into view of the camera.
“And what is this delightful-looking ring of green jello?” Tony asked.
“This is a Guacamole mold,” Bobbi said, raising her eyebrow.
“Good lord, what did Mexican cuisine ever do to you?” Tony teased as he pushed the plate back and forth, making the ring giggle around the green leaf salad that it surrounded.
“I think it might be illegal for me to eat this,” Bobbi joked.
She cut them each a slice and put it on a cracker and the two toasted each other before taking a bite.  “Wow, that’s rank,” Tony said, covering his mouth as he spoke.  Bobbi broke down into laughter as she tried to swallow the food in her mouth.
“See I knew there would be jello, but I was not expecting avocado,” Tony said as he swallowed.
“Does it bring back childhood memories?” Bobbi asked.
Tony laughed and shook his head.  “I was pretty young during the era of putting everything in gelatin, but I also think that was more of a middle-class thing.  I mostly remember fondue and oysters Kilpatrick from the one or two parties I got to go to when I was just a little kid.”
Melody put another dish on the desk and took the guacamole ring away.  Bobbi moved it in front of her.
“Jesus Christ, what is that?” Tony cursed as he looked at the gelatin ‘salad’ filled with pimento and shredded red cabbage.  “It looks like a brain.”
“Well from the looks of it we’re sticking to the middle-class party food,” Bobbi answered.  “This is Rosy Perfection Salad.”
Tony started laughing.  “Oh yes, complete perfection.”
The interview continued with them sampling foods such as; Salmon crisp crumble, a dish resembling a cottage pie using salmon instead of lamb and potato chips instead of mash; Creamed Liver Loaf, a dish that sat somewhere on the chart between meatloaf and pate and was made with livers and wrapped in bacon; Celebration Basket, a basket made of baked meringue filled with fruit that both agreed was pretty tasty; Celebration Sandwich, a large multi-layered sandwich, cut to look like a cake and covered in cream cheese and sliced olives; and one more ‘salad’ that consisted of puréed corned beef in gelatin.  Tony and Bobbi spoke easily like two old friends, and Tony opened up about his childhood, and what it was like becoming Iron Man all those years ago.  His openness was completely unexpected, and Melody was impressed with how at ease Bobbi made Tony feel.
When it was all finished Tony stood and offered Bobbi his hand.  “That was so much fun,” he said.  “Thank you.”
“No thank you,” she said.  “This was my first time doing anything like that, I think my heart was about to beat out of my chest. I was so nervous at the start.”
“Oh you were great,” Tony said.  “You’re a complete natural.”
He turned to Melody and offered her his hand too.  Melody shook it with a smile.  “Thanks, Tony.  I owe you one.”
“It was nothing, really,” he said.  “Though I do need to go eat something to wash the taste of Post McCarthyism out of my mouth.”
Melody snorted. “I am sure we have soda or coffee around here somewhere,” she said.
He waved her away. “It’s fine.  I’ll stop at Burger King on the way out.  But you two should come around to the tower for dinner sometime.  It’s about time the team met Cap and Freezer Burns’ new Bae.  Is bae the word everyone is using now?”
“It is not,” Bobbi said.  “And did you just call him freezer burn?”
Tony smirked and raised an eyebrow at her.  “If the cryogenic unit fits… So shall we say Friday?  The Tower?  Seven-thirty?”
“Sounds good,” Melody said laughing.  “We’ll see you then.”
They watched Tony leave with his entourage and Bobbi turned to Melody.  “Well, that’s going to be interesting.”
“Don’t worry,” Melody said.  “It’ll be just like meeting his parents.”
Bobbi laughed and nudged her.  “Wow, that makes it way better.  Thanks for that.”
Tumblr media
// NEXT
20 notes · View notes
randomfandomlov3 · 9 months
Text
Price of love (Chapter 3)
Tumblr media
Warnings: Angst. Self-deprecation. Violence. Talk of blood. Misunderstanding. talk about death. Let me know if I missed any.
Note: Thank you for reading! <3
Word count ~ 2641
Bucky took you on two more dates over the next week, you got rather close in that amount of time as well. You also went with him to one more team movie night. Tonight you had been invited to the team game night by Natasha. The ex-assassin forgot to warn everybody else that you were coming.
“You’ve got a great girl, Buck.” Sam’s voice was just loud enough that you could hear. You knew you should have walked away and not listened to the rest, but for some reason, you couldn’t move.
“He only has a few more days before he can be free from her and get the money he was promised.” Your hand flew up to cover your mouth. You could not believe what you heard come out of Steve.
“Wait, was this all just fake?” Sam sounded genuinely confused. Your eyes started to well with tears as you willed yourself to keep listening.
“Yeah, of course, it was. You really thought that it was real? He just has to last 3 more days and then he will be a single man.”
Unable to take anymore, you quietly ran back to your room. Then you pulled out your phone and texted Nat. “I’m not feeling great. Would I be able to take a rain check on the game night?”
After what felt like an ungodly amount of time, you got a reply. “oh, Лунный свет, I hope you feel better soon. Of course, that’s okay. Is there anything I can get you? I could send Bucky up to be with you if that would help, he is always looking for an excuse to get out of game night.”
You aggressively shook your head even though nobody could see it. “No, I just need rest. I would not like to be bothered, if anything changes you will be the first to know.” Putting your phone on your nightstand, and telling Friday to lock and soundproof your room, you curled into your covers and started to sob. When you thought back on your relationship with Bucky, you realized that there had been signs throughout it that it was all fake. How could you have been so foolish to believe you could have anything better? You should have known. He was often busy when you ask to do things. And seeing him around the tower at random times was a rarity. He never wanted to stay overnight with you. You realized that you should have seen the signs way sooner. Maybe it would have hurt less.
When morning rolled around, you got out of bed despite not sleeping a wink. You splashed water on your face and prepared yourself for the day. You plastered the biggest smile you could on your face and went out to the common room.
“Ah, just the person I wanted to see. Fury sent me some big news.” Tony said exuberantly.
“Oh, did he now?” You raised one eyebrow, not noticing that Bucky joined you in the room.
“Yep.” Tony popped the end of his word. “He told me that because of how well you are fitting in with us, after this mission, you will be given a new team that works directly with us. You will maintain residence in the building.”
Only Bucky seemed to notice your mask slip for a second. Your sure way out of this embarrassment taken so quickly from you. “Oh wow, that’s great news.” You said it on the edge of believable. After saying goodbye to Tony, you headed to the SHIELD office to “finish up some paperwork.”
When you got there, you first went straight to Fury’s office ignoring the fact that the door was closed, meaning he was busy. “Agent, what is it? You know you are not supposed to bother me when the door is closed.”
You just rolled your eyes. “I want to be transferred divisions after this mission. I don’t care what one you have me work with, but I need to be away for a while.”
He made note of your lack of smile and joyful persona. “I will see what I can do.” He wrote a note to look into things after he finished what he was doing. “Are you okay?” He said folding his arms on his desk to pay attention.
You nodded. “Yeah, I just need something new for a while.” You said just above a whisper.
He gave you a soft nod before sending you on your way. After you finished doing paperwork all day, you headed back to the tower.
The light was still on in the kitchen, which surprised you since your phone showed 2 am but you came down to get something to eat because you didn’t take much with you. Being in the kitchen at 2 am was not unheard of for you, and Bucky would often meet you there at 3.
You had planned to leave his present there for him when he inevitably got up in an hour but, to your surprise, he was already sitting there staring at his hands, he looked nervous. He looked up when he heard your footsteps enter the kitchen. His lungs finally felt like they were working again seeing you walk into the room. You froze when he looked up and met your eyes. “Sorry, I had been doing paperwork all day, and I was just coming to grab something to eat before hitting the hay. I guess since you're here, I might as well just give you this. It is for your birthday.”
He was touched when you hand him the little gift bag. “Don’t apologize, I was worried about where you were at. I am just glad you made it home all right. I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me tonight for a birthday dinner, Doll?” You tried to hold yourself together with your back facing him. “No, it's okay.” Your voice wavered as you rushed off to your room leaving a confused Bucky in your wake.
No one saw you the next morning, but Bucky confirmed that you got back early, and you might just have been sleeping in. When lunchtime came around and still no one had seen you, they got worried. Nat decided that she was going to take it upon herself to check on you.
You opened the door and let Nat enter. You refused to meet Nat’s eyes.
“What’s up with you today?” Nat asked trying to sound calm. This caused something in your mind to snap.
“Did you know?” The only brief confusion that flashed across Natasha’s face confirmed that she did. “I am glad that I was able to be a source of entertainment for you, but I’m sorry I can’t keep up with that.” You practically shooed Nat out of your room.
When Nat got downstairs Bucky almost knocked her over with how fast he came to her. “Where is she? Is she okay?” Nat just shook her head. “Does it have something to do with her turning me down to go out to dinner by saying, ‘No, it’s okay’?”
Nat rubbed her temples. “Yeah, she knows that you two dating wasn’t real.” His heart dropped because there was not a moment that he actually believed that any of it was fake.
Everyone was sitting and having lunch when they heard singing coming from upstairs. You had forgotten to have FRIDAY soundproof the room. The song they heard was One Too by Mackenzie Porter and Dallas Smith.
Bucky’s heart broke even further. “You know, when she walked in that room that day, I knew that this could go either really well or really bad.” He started to explain to Nat. “That wasn’t the first time that I met her. When I was waiting for one of my court-mandated therapy appointments, I saw her. She was walking around the office checking on people. I still don’t know whether she worked there, or if she was a patient but every time, I see her before I go in, but she is always gone before I come out.”
He sighed thinking about the memory. “She was always nice to speak to before such high-stress moments.” Nat nodded along realizing that he was more hurt by this than he showed. “If I am being honest, I had already had a crush on her before she walked into the tower a month ago. But maybe this is the way things should be, she deserves better than me.”
Nat scoffed at his self-deprecation. “First, I think that you should let her be the judge of that. Second, have you even tried to get to know her, and third, why have you kept the bet with Steve going then?”
He sighed, feeling embarrassed of himself. “I guess we always ended up talking about me, all I think I have gotten from her is her favourite colour. But as for Steve, well, I just thought that maybe if he thinks that I should have a trial before I get serious, well then, maybe he’s right.” Bucky tried to justify, not only to Natasha but also to himself.
“You really believe that Steve, the guy you told me got into many fights too strong for him, jumped on a grenade and out a window, Rogers knows best. He has not had a girlfriend in at least 70 years. I’ll be honest finding The One right away is rare, but I’ve seen how you two act especially when the other isn’t around.” Nat left him to his thoughts.
He knew that he needed to go talk to you even if he didn’t feel brave enough to have that conversation. It was eerily quiet on his way up the stairs. When he got to your room, he found a note on your door.
"I am glad that I was able to be a source of entertainment for everybody, and I am sorry if I did anything too much or made anyone uncomfortable. But it was because I lo I will see you on the battlefield, and I hope that you at least learned something from my training. After this mission, I am being transferred to a different division. So that you don't have to worry about seeing me again.
Sincerely,
Agent MP”
That sent Bucky into a panic, and he flung your door open hoping that you would still be in there. But you were not, and neither was your stuff. “When did she get past us?” Bucky mumbled to himself rather confused. His anger came back tenfold, and he stormed down the stairs into the common room that contained Nat, Sam, and Steve – the man that he was looking for. Nat was waiting with bated breath to hear what Bucky found out, but she knew that it couldn’t be anything good, based on how Bucky was acting. “You. I can’t believe this. You cost me the best thing that have ever had and will ever have. Yes, I realize that I never objected but I thought that you would be guiding me properly because human interaction is very new to me, and you were the one I was always able to trust.”
Steve didn’t know what to do, because he had never seen Bucky like this before, especially not towards him, so he pulled out the money that he owed Bucky. “Screw your fifty dollars, she was worth so much more than that to me. I can’t believe she’s gone.”
Bucky tossed the note at Nat when he saw her waiting for it. While everyone else was reeling with Bucky just said, Sam grabbed the money from Steve. “Who wants snacks? They are on the captain today.” He laughed as he briefly played keep away until Steve just gave up. Sam was always trying to lighten the mood, but as usual, Bucky was not interested.
Bucky went up to his room to wallow and he spotted the present you had handed him early that morning sitting on his bed. He decided that he might as well open it. Inside was a delicately wrapped first edition copy of the Hobbit in pristine condition, and a box set of the Hobbit movies, which you had planned to watch together.
He sank into his bed defeated. The only time he moved for the rest of the night was when Nat brought him food to eat, and he only ate it because the big mission was tomorrow. Despite that, he didn’t even bother to try to sleep, because he knew his nightmares would only be stronger, as they usually were when he was distressed.
When they set out the next morning, he made absolutely no eye contact or small talk with anyone else there. He wished that the agents had to ride with them, but they had apparently already taken a small plane out to the location to do a perimeter survey. When the Avengers got there, they heard some noises that seemed uncharacteristic of a perimeter check.
Bucky then saw you; you were holding a child close to you while humming some tune he had never heard before. “Quin, since you are injured and they are here now, take this little one and keep them safe on the Avengers’ jet.” They had all been informed before the mission that the smaller jet would be used for the minorly hurt or dead, and the Avengers jet would be used for the Avengers, the seriously hurt, and the rescued. “Just be warned they are scared, so they might not speak, act out violently, or have strong emotional reactions.” You whisper yelled as you ran off in some other direction.
Everyone connected their earpieces to the pre-agreed frequency, and they started to hear the plan being laid out. Of course, nothing ever went to plan. There were many more HYDRA agents than was expected. Their training kicks in as they glanced at each other before going in separate directions. Bucky couldn’t see where you were, but he tried to not let that distract him.
He got overwhelmed by agents, but he managed to get it down to one on one, however with his weapon out of reach and the HYDRA gun pointed straight at his head, he tried to figure out how to make that non-fatal. So if nothing else he can apologize.
Before he figured something out, the gun fired, and he tried to dodge. But it didn’t matter because the bullet disappeared midair and was replaced with a splatter of blood on the ground. The HYDRA agent was taken out, and the blood trail went off somewhere.
Bucky was honestly too stunned to see where it went. The rest of the mission was a blur to Bucky. The Avengers all returned to the jet mostly okay. There were the occasional bump or bruises but nothing life-threatening.
“You alright man, you look like you saw a ghost?” Sam asked looking between Bucky and Steve who was still trying to keep his distance.
“I should be dead.” His reply was gravelly as he found his voice.
“Whoa, Buck, Um, No! I know I am the last person you want to hear this from, but it will stop hurting, she isn’t worth your life.” Steve tried to keep quiet, but he couldn’t bear the thought of losing Bucky again.
“She would be, but that’s not what I meant. I was in a no-win situation, with a bullet shot straight at my head, but it disappeared and was replaced by a trail of blood.” This piqued Natasha’s interest. “And before anyone starts asking questions that is all I know about that situation.” He added.
“Oh, you must be talking about Agent Missing Piece. They are missing a part of themself, and it allows them to go invisible.” One of the injured agents mentioned.
Chapter 4
71 notes · View notes
ultralightpoe · 2 years
Text
Transfer - Bucky Barnes
Description: Bucky hates you.... or so you think.
Authors Note: Yeah, y’all seem to like the angsty bucky fics 
Warnings: Angst. Mean bucky
Word Count: 3081 (whoops)
PART 2 - Visits IS HERE 
Part 3 - Returning is HERE
Part 4 - Bleeding is HERE
Tumblr media
Bucky Barnes hated you, you were sure of this.
Steve had warned everybody that Bucky would be quiet and reserved upon moving into the compound, and made it clear that he was healing just as much as anyone else and they were all to treat Bucky well. 
Tony had made snide comments but had done his best while everyone else followed along. Natasha talked to him in russian while Bruce tried to cook him everything known to mankind. Sam had this bickering type of love going and ended up feeding the poor soul when Bruce’s own meals burned.
Everyone had been nice to Bucky on his arrival, including you. No, especially you. You had waited at the quinjet launch pad for Steve to bring Bucky back from Wakanda, smiling as they came out. Steve hugged you tightly as he always did while Bucky ignored you. 
 You tried to introduce yourself, smiling as you said “You must be Bucky. I’m Y/n! Steve has been so exc-”
Then he was gone, walking past you with barely a look. You didn’t mind though, in all honesty you knew he was tired and felt awkward about the move. You decided that you would give him a week or so before trying again. 
The first couple weeks he mostly stayed with Sam and Steve, then Natasha became a part of their clique and the three of them became the golden trio. They invited you out with Bucky a couple times and you always gladly accepted, but it was plain obvious that Bucky would ignore you. 
Steve said that he would warm up, and that it was different with the other two since Sam helped find him and Natasha was an ex russian assassin as well. You could see the guilty look in his eyes as he tried to explain and you shrugged it off. “Stevie, I get it. He needs more time to adjust. For now we can hang out some other time.”
He smiled and hugged you that day and as you watched him walk off you could have sworn you felt your stomach sink, you knew something wasn’t right. 
Natasha, Sam and Steve stopped inviting you to hang out. What was once a ritual of at least one hang out a week turned to 4 messages a month if you were lucky. They knew Bucky didn’t like you and they were worried about him. 
Meanwhile, Bucky grew close with everyone else around. He visited Tony in the lab all the time to see all the cool technology and trained with Clint daily. Wanda helped catch him up on all the sitcoms he had missed over the years while Vision offered books and knowledge. 
The only person Bucky didn’t actually get along with besides you was Thor but that was because the God of Thunder had rarely made an appearance these days, off trying to save his own planet from destruction. 
You were slowly getting pushed out by everyone without anyone really realizing it but you, and my god you were hurting. 
You spent the nights crying in your room alone while everyone went out to party. You missed team dinners so you wouldn’t bother Bucky, so while everyone was downstairs eating you made ramen and ate it on your bedroom floor alone. 
You tried hanging out with them often, asking Wanda if she wanted to go movie jump like you both used to and she would say that she had plans with Bucky that day. You asked Sam if he wanted to go to the farmers market and find some of that honey you both had loved and he shrugged while responding with “took Buck yesterday.”
Steve was the most upsetting. You and the soldier had a routine, once a week you would teach eachother a good recipe and he would let you trim his hair the way he liked it. But now he chose to do this with Bucky, claiming the time in the kitchen was good for his mental health. 
You had been banished without even doing anything. The only time you were really with anyone these days were for missions. But those were slowly falling apart as well. 
Since no one would train with you anymore you were losing time and skill in the gym and field. The unhealthy eating habits you formed to avoid everyone was beginning to affect your weight and your body was weak. Dehydration and fatigue from staying up and crying were doing no good for you either. 
You were miserable inside and out, and this showed on the field. 
There was a time when you could fight 4 men at once while using your powers, now you got tired fighting one and you barely had enough strength to even use a drop of your power. 
It had been 7 missions of this and the team was beginning to lose their patience with you, Steve had already written you up 2 missions ago for endangering their lives. 
So it was safe to say you were not the least bit thrilled when you got assigned a mission with the golden trio.
It was supposed to be an easy in and out mission, but when did those ever work out the way you expect. Hydra had known you were coming and what was supposed to be a quick recon turned into an all out brawl for your lives. 
You had been hit in the cheek with a gun and kicked in the knees, bleeding from your nose as you held off soldiers while the others struggled just as much. Taking down the first soldier in front of you just as another smashed your body into a wall, sending you to the floor. This is when you see another soldier pointing a gun to Bucky while his back is turned. 
Now you will admit that you didn’t really think it through in this moment. You didn’t have one thought crossing through your mind as you lunged for Bucky, tackling him as the shot rang out and making him hit his head on the desk as you went down. 
“SHIT Y/N! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He snaps, pushing you off him as you attempt to catch your breath. Something was wrong. 
Bucky hops up as soldiers come closer, pulling out his knife as he attempts to block their blows. 
“We need to retreat!” You hear Sam through the comns, your side flaring in pain as Steve responds “Everyone to the jet now!”
Bucky calls for you, but your still trying to catch your breath. You hear him curse after a minute, snatching your uniform by the collar and dragging you to the quinjet. 
At some point you snag your collar back and catch up on your feet, following closely as your entire body screams in pain. 
Your plan was to get onto the quinjet and hide in the bathroom while you figured out what was wrong, and you felt your entire body sag in relief as you saw Steve waving you down from the doors as Nat started her up. 
You nearly made it to the bathroom when Bucky was pulling your arm back so that you were face to face with him.
“You stupid or something?!” He snaps, eyes cold as he glares at you. Sam and Steve are both watching you from where they are closing the airlocks, and for a moment you are stunned. 
“I’m sorry?”
“Are you stupid? Pulling a stunt like that!”
“What happened Buck?” Steve asks, walking closer. 
“I was fighting off a group of guys when this one decided to tackle me.” Bucky explains, eyes never leaving yours as he sneers. 
“I was blocking you.”
“You nearly got us hit!”
“You needed my help!”
“Bullshit! You endangered both of our lives!” He yells, taking a step forward which has you shoving him back in defense. 
“Bucky, take it easy man.” Sam mumbles while Steve steps in front of him to defend him. Of fucking course he would defend his best friend. 
“No. I’m sick of her trying to get herself killed on the field. It’s gonna get all of us killed. If she wants to die so badly then she should do it when our lives aren’t on the line as well.” Bucky snaps. You feel your eyes well up with tears instantly, taking a step back as your throat closes up, doing your best to fight off the incoming meltdown. 
Steve’s brows furrow in worry as Bucky’s face falls, moving to step closer but hitting Steve’s shoulder. “Y/n wait doll. I didn’t mean it like tha-”
You were locked in the bathroom before he could finish the sentence, turning on the faucet as you sobbed silently, sliding down the wall to the floor. After awhile you start using the towel in there to hold against your side, where the bullet wound sat, thankfully clumped in dirt and blood so you weren’t really bleeding out. 
Once you were sure the quinjet was fully landed you launched out of the bathroom and booked it out to the med bay, refusing to look at the others as Sam ans Nat called for you. 
Bucky couldn’t seem to catch his breath, hadn’t been able to for a couple days now. 
He remembers his heart beating in his ears as he dragged you from the mission, only really being able to hear the beat of it as he got in your face on the quinjet. He also remembers the feeling of his heart stopping while he said those last words to you, remembers the way his breath caught in his throat as your face crumpled and you stepped back. 
He had noticed the change in you since he had moved to the compound, from the weight loss to the flushed skin and bags under your eyes. When he got there you had been nothing but beautiful and amazing, constantly throwing him into a stunned silence. 
It wasn’t as if you weren’t beautiful now, you just needed help. You were hurting and he didn’t know why, he didn’t know how to ask let alone mutter a word to you. Instead he found himself avoiding you out of nerves and fear that you would take one look at him and be disgusted. Like you had on the quinjet. 
Those were the first words he had actually spoken to you, the first conversation he had with you. And they had made you cry. 
He tried calling out to you but you were in the bathroom in no time and fuck he couldn’t catch his breath. 
He had helped Nat land the quinjet and then practically book it to the bathroom to apologize but you were already gone, leaving behind nothing but blood in the bathroom 
“Shit,when did she get hit?!” Natasha screeches, seeing the amount of blood you left before running out as Steve and Sam take a look themselves.  He doesn’t hear either of them as the blood runs through his ears, taking off to follow Nat to wherever you were and apologize and make sure you are alright and finally introduce himself properly and fuck he still couldn’t catch his breath. 
He had just made it to the med bay when Cho is snatching him. “Lets look at that head.”
“No wait, I’m fine. Where is Y/n?”
“Y/n is already checked in and with Banner. She said she made you hit your head so let’s take a look.”
He had ended up on a bed so they could check for brain injuries. That had been days ago, by the time he was clear to go he went to find you only for Banner to tell him you had been released. Bucky’s chest tightened as he recognized the look of grief written on banners face. 
He had gone to your room and knocked, stuttering out a nervous “It’s Bucky”, multiple times a day, but you never answered.
This was not what he wanted this to be like, he used to walk by your door everyday and try to get up the nerve to knock and talk to you. Why was he such a screwup?
He gave up on day 4 when Tony caught him on his third stop of the day and told him you weren’t even there. “You alright tin man?”
“I just can’t seem to breathe.”
“Injured?”
“No.” He mumbled, staring at your door.
It was now day 7 without seeing you and he still could not catch his breath. He had asked Steve about you which made his friend shrug guiltily as they made their way to the conference room. He then asked Nat and Sam while sitting down next to them and Nat mumbled “I’ve been calling her all week but I think she changed her number, fury says it was changed a month ago.”
“Y/n changed her phone number a month ago? That can’t be right.” Sam mumbles while going to his own messages, face flushing when he pulls up your number. “I haven’t messaged or called her in months.”
Steve’s guilty expression grows as he shakes his head, looking to Nat. 
“Thank you all for being early.” Fury mumbles, walking in last as Tony looks around.
“We were actually all late-”
“No. You were all early because I’m the last one here and if you are all late then that means I am late. So shut up.” He snaps, dropping down the files he carried in. “We have a couple new missions. You guys will have to switch the team layouts up because you are down a member.”
“Down a member?” Wanda asks, sitting in between Clint and Vision. 
“Y/n has been transferred.” Fury mumbles, playing on his phone. The entire group snaps their heads to him as Bucky launches up from his chair. “WHAT? WHY?!”
“Y/n L/n has been transferred to Wingers Squad for the time being-”
“WINGERS SQUAD?! NO!” Bucky yells as Steve shoots up. “You know how many injuries and casualties his squad has?! No. Bring Y/n back.”
Fury slowly turns to them with a look of annoyance. “You think I didn’t tell her that? She wanted a transfer and Winger requested her. End of story.”
“No. Not end of story-” Sam interjects while Fury rolls his eye and leaves. 
Bucky is seeing red, launching from the room in no time in order to track down Winger. He knows Steve and Sam are following him, trying to get him to cool down as the rest follow as well. 
He makes it to the lab elevators when he finally tracks down the smug face of your new captain, currently holding the door for a lab assistant. “WINGER!”
The man jumps at the sound of his own name, turning to face Bucky as the shock melts into smugness, which melts into nothing as Bucky slams him into the elevator wall so hard he smashes it. 
“Transfer. Her. Back.” He sneers, hands holding the front of his stupid shirt. 
“Transfer who?”
“Y/n.”
“Y/n? Which one? There are alot of-”
“I’m not fucking playing.”
“Oh jump off your high horse will you? She requested the move and unless he requests to move back she is a part of my team.” Bucky is slamming him into the wall again, this time harder.
“Tell her to come back.”
“Fuck no.”
“Winger I swear to go-”
“Why don’t you worry less about what squad she is a part of and more about the fact you guys were mistreating her? Huh? She practically begged Fury to remove her from your team, I saw it that day in the office. Nearly gave up her entire job when he kept saying no.” Winger seethes, and once he realizes Bucky didn’t have a retort he continues. “Y/n is a part of my team now. So why don’t you take your half and half hands off me and leave her alone. She decided she was done getting fucked over by the worlds biggest asses-”
Bucky slams him into the wall again, metal hand flying to his throat while he leans and whispers “You fucking listen to me…. I hear of one injury on her, one fucking cut on my girl and you are dead. You hear me? Huh?”
“She your girl now?” Winger gasps out as Steve drags Bucky back, taking Sams help in dragging him out of the elevator.
“ONE FUCKING BRUISE AND I KILL YOU! YOU HEAR ME?”
Three weeks later and the group was aggravated. Request after request for you back and practically begging Fury to at least tell you that they all wanted to speak with you. Tony had tried hacking into shield information and Bruce had tried sneaking into the med bay after your team missions. 
Bucky was miserable. “Who is watching her back Stevie? Winger never has anyone’s back and at least when Y/n was on our team we could watch out for her.”
“There isn’t much to do Buck. She transferred.”
“She transferred because we all shoved her to the side.” Nat snaps, head hung low as Wanda sits beside her, both forlorn. 
“I don’t even remember the last conversation I had with her.”
Bucky did. He remembered his first and last conversation with you well. He remembered the way your eyes welled up and the way he wanted to punch himself. He remembered seeing your blood on the bathroom floor and the panicky feeling of not seeing you. 
“Guys! Patch in!” Clint calls on the intercom which has everyone shooting up. 
“We are here. What’s up lovebird?” Tony asks, already suiting up. 
“Wingers team and Donahans just sent out a call for backup. They are in terrible shape and really need us.” Bucky is already halfway to the quinjet before anyone can stop him. 
You had been shot……again…….but this time worse. 
Your field partner had left your side and as she abandoned you there had been a loud bang in your ears, followed by you promptly hitting the tile below you within moments, a scream tearing through your throat. 
“We are calling for backup! Does anyone have eyes on Agent Y/n?!” You hear Winger call as your body relaxes and grows warm. You try to scream out for them, but you’re too tired and you just want to close your eyes for just a moment. Just one moment and you would open them agai-
Part 2 :Visits is HERE
761 notes · View notes
fan-fantasies · 2 years
Text
The Truth Comes Out
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Warnings: smut, breeding kink, choking, hair pulling, spanking, enemies to lovers
Marvel Masterlist
Tumblr media
Game night…the most dreaded night of the week for you. Everyone always got way too competitive and a fight would usually break out. And you were usually involved in said fight. But only because of that pompous asshole, Bucky Barnes.
Bucky liked to push every button you didn’t even know you had. You were both too stubborn for your own good which caused you to butt heads on missions and even in your regular day-to-day lives.
“Nat, do I really have to be there?” You sighed. She rolled her eyes and continued applying her makeup. Why she even wore any for game night was beyond you. You opted for a hoodie, Sam’s hoodie to be exact, and leggings with no makeup. Comfort was the name of the game.
“It’s team bonding, of course you have to go,” she said.
“But it always ends in a fight!”
“Then don’t start a fight!” She argued.
“Oh don’t even! You know I don’t start them, just finish them,” you smirked.
“You’re going. You’re behaving. End of story,” she said. You scowled at her as you followed her from her room. Everyone else was already gathered in the living room when you arrived.
“Finally! Let’s get this over with,” Bucky scoffed.
“Who invited cheer captain?” You asked with a sour tone.
“Please don’t start,” Steve sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.
“Cap is right, for once. Let’s just get to the team bonding. Vision, it’s your week to pick,” Tony said. You all turned to the star of the week, waiting for his response.
“I think I would like to try a game called ‘truth or dare’,” he said and everyone groaned.
“Really? You couldn’t pick “sorry” or something?” You asked.
“What a surprise, princess doesn’t want to play by someone else’s rule,” Bucky groaned.
“Bucky!” Steve scolded.
“Did you miss the early bird special at the diner again or is there just a giant stick up your ass for no reason?” You snapped. Truth be told, you never understood why Bucky hated you. And you only hated him because he seemed to be dead set on making your life miserable.
“I think we better get started,” Wanda said, trying to stop any further argument. Everyone groaned and got in a circle, rolling a dice to decide who went first. Whoever spun the bottle got to ask the person it landed on, fairly standard rules. If you chose not to answer or perform your dare, you had to do the askers chores for a month.
Vision spun the bottle first and it landed on Steve. Steve picked truth because he was an honest man. The game continued without much drama for a while, you and Bucky being able to avoid one another.
Nat decided that the game was too boring and that things should be kicked up a notch so she started asking more risqué questions and Tony joined in with some humorous dares. Everyone began to drink a little to make the embarrassment more bearable.
So far you had skated by with some mildly embarrassing questions and a stupid dare from Wanda. Your heart rate quickened, however, when you bottle spun by Natasha landed on you. So far she already had Steve doing her share of chores and Bruce had to massage her feet every day for two weeks. Your head was a bit fuzzy from the drinks so you were confident you could take whatever she threw at you. That was before you heard the words come out of her mouth.
“What’s one kink you have but you’ve never actually tried?”
“Oh absolutely not,” you said. She rolled her eyes but stared straight at you, burning a hole through your soul. Natasha knew all of your secrets so why would she ask in front of everyone?
“Don’t be a party pooper, unless you want to do my shopping for the next month,” she added. You did hate shopping but maybe it would be okay. “And chaperone Peter’s prom.”
“Oh hell no, I hate teenagers,” you said. You looked around the room and all eyes were on you. You put your drink to your mouth and spoke at the same time “a br-dngknk.”
“I’m sorry, what language was that?” Vision asked, completely oblivious.
“Speak up!” Nat egged you on.
“A. Breeding. Kink.” You said before gulping down the rest of your drink. Some mouths dropped, Steve was very obviously flustered, and Tony just nodded in approval with a smirk on his face.
“So like…”
“No questions!” You snapped.
“Uh, yes questions! So you’ve never let a man…?”
“No!”
“But you want him to?”
“It would depend on who it is I guess but yeah essentially,” you said. You could feel heat creeping up your torso and into your face.
“So what’s it depend on then?” Tony asked.
“Um I don’t know, really. I guess he’d have to be dominant and someone who I feel like deserves to claim me like that,” you mumbled.
“And no one you’ve been with has been like that?” Wanda asked. You scoffed and chuckled.
“Absolutely not.”
“Yeah you’ve dated some losers,” Tony laughed. You nodded in agreement, happy that the questions have seemingly ended. You took a peak around the room and noticed that one person who had been surprisingly quiet was staring right at you.
The way Bucky was looking at you made your stomach do somersaults. He looked like he might pounce on you at any moment and to be honest you would probably let him. You would never tell anyone but Bucky was exactly the type of man you had imagined being with. He was strong, intimidating, and dominant. You could also see his soft side when he was with Steve or even when Peter would ask him a million questions, always answering every one.
But why was he looking at you with such intensity? He was probably judging you, at least that’s what you told yourself. You turned your attention back to the group, who was now watching Clint try to do a handstand on the bar countertop. Bucky couldn’t stop looking at you though. He never expected you to admit something like that and now all he could think about was sinking his cock into you and filling you with his seed- showing you that you deserve a real man.
He had never hated you as he pretended to, he just hated that everyone loved you so effortlessly whereas they were skeptical of him. And you fought back when he pushed your buttons which made it that much more fun. But now there was a growing attraction toward you and he wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. He decided to just push his feelings down and go about things as normal- bugging the shit out of you for fun.
After a few more rounds, some people decided to watch a movie while others, including yourself, ran off to the seclusion of their rooms. What you didn’t realize, however, was that Bucky had followed you. He thought he might try and talk to you about calling a truce, but every time he approached your door he would get nervous and turn around. The last time, though, he heard something that made him stop in his tracks.
Sweet little whimpers falling from your lips with breathy moans caught his attention. At first, he thought something might be wrong. But then he realized that you were touching yourself and they were sounds of pleasure. He felt wrong for listening, but he couldn’t help himself. He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. He couldn’t help but feel his length harden in his pants, wishing he was the one making you make those sounds.
He nearly came in his boxers when he heard his own name, scared that he had been caught but soon realizing that you were thinking of him. You couldn’t help yourself. You felt like you might combust if you didn’t relieve some tension and who better to think about fucking you senseless than the Winter Soldier.
Bucky was about to burst into your room but footsteps down the hall broke him from his trance. He tried to act cool and collected as he walked back to his room, hoping no one would see the very noticeable bulge in his pants. He got back to his room and collapsed on the bed. His head was spinning at the thought of you touching yourself imagining it was him instead. He decided he would try and take the high road and apologize for how he treated you in hopes that maybe one day you’d be able to develop some form of friendship and maybe more. He definitely hoped for more.
That theory lasted all of one day because the next time he saw you, you were cranky and looking for a fight. You discovered that all of the coffee mugs were dirty, which you could improvise, but someone had finished the last of your k-cups. And you immediately blamed Bucky.
“It really wasn’t me, (Y/N). I don’t even like your shit flavored coffee,” he said.
“That’s a lie and you know it! I’ve seen you drinking it before!” You accused.
“I tried it but immediately dumped it because it tasted horrible,” he said.
“So you steal my coffee and waste it? That’s great!”
“What’s gotten your panties in a twist?” He asked with a scowl. He figured after last night you might be a bit more cheerful.
“Nothing,” you grumbled before walking off, adding something about making a coffee run. He took a deep breath- this truce thing may be harder than he thought. He heard a faint “ping” from behind him and turned to see a phone on the counter. He looked at the screen and saw a text from Natasha.
“You couldn’t even get yourself off? Yikes! Maybe if you asked for someone’s help you wouldn’t have to do it alone 😉”
Bucky then noticed it was your phone and the pieces began to come together. You couldn’t bring yourself to your own release and that’s why you were so frustrated. He would be more than willing to help you out, especially if it meant you’d be warmer toward him.
You managed to avoid him for the rest of the day, unwilling to deal with his annoyance and with your own shame about thinking about him while you (unsuccessfully) touched yourself. Your plan to stay away from him was going well until Tony announced he was having a party and attendance was mandatory. He pointed right at you when he said it because he knew you would argue. Parties weren’t your thing but you guessed you could make a quick appearance and then disappear without anyone noticing.
Nat and Wanda came to your suite to get ready, helping each other pick dresses and do hair and makeup before the big night. You settled on a simple black gown that wouldn’t draw too much attention, that was Natasha’s arena after all.
By the time you were all done, you were about thirty minutes late. You were able to slip past some reporters that were covering the party and went straight to the bar where your friends were already gathered.
“Better late than never!” Tony said.
“It takes time to look that good!” Sam said with a huge grin, pulling you in for a hug.
“Thanks, Sammy. Truth is I just didn’t want to come,” you smirked.
“Always the belle of the ball.” Tony rolled his eyes and walked off to save Pepper from some boring conversation with an accountant.
“Well you look great regardless, kid,” Steve chuckled, kissing the top of your head before excusing himself. Sam quickly followed after and that left you and Bucky alone. You hated to admit it but he looked amazing in his suit. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander, a familiar heat spreading through your veins. He cleared his throat awkwardly, bringing you back to the moment.
“So um, I think I’m gonna go find Nat,” you mumbled, turning to walk away. His hand caught your arm, pulling you back.
“Maybe we could talk for a minute,” he said.
“About…?”
“I was thinking we could call a truce and try to get along. I know I’m sick of the fighting and so is everyone else.”
“You’re sick of it? Bucky, you’re the one who starts it most of the time!” You said. He took a deep breath, trying not to argue.
“Either way, I think-“
“There’s no either way, it’s one way, and you start it,” you said. His eyes narrowed at you and he huffed.
“Forget I said anything, let’s go back to hating each other,” he said.
“I don’t hate you, you just infuriate me,” you admitted.
“Because that’s so much better.” He rolled his eyes and you walked past him, brushing against his side as you did. You didn’t like the way such a simple touch caused goosebumps on your skin. You rushed off in the direction of the bathroom and Bucky decided that the conversation wasn’t over just because you decided it was. He followed after you, against his better judgement, and entered the bathroom.
“Bucky?! What the fuck!” You yelled. He stalked over to you and pressed your back against the sink.
“Listen here, you little brat, we need to work this out and we’re gonna do it right now!” His tone was laced with anger and dominance and while most people would be scared of him in that moment, you were incredibly turned on. You cursed your body for reacting in such a way but it at least silenced you long enough for him to speak. “I only ever had a problem with you because you were everyone’s favorite and it became a little game to try and piss you off. But I’m over it now and I’d like for us to try and act like civil adults. Do you think you can manage that?”
“Yes, sir,” you managed to squeak out.
“Good girl,” he said in a low voice. You felt like you were tiptoeing on a very fine and dangerous line and you were curious as to what would happen if you stepped over that line.
Neither of you broke eye contact but Bucky decided to be a little bold and move his metal hand to your waist and moving in even closer. Your heart was racing and you knew he was able to hear that.
“You know, I heard you last night,” he said. You look confused so he clarified. “After game night. In your room. Those sweet little sounds coming from your lips.”
Your jaw practically hit the floor when you realized what he meant. You looked down in embarrassment but he grabbed your chin and made you look up at him.
“I could’ve sworn I heard you say my name,” he said. “Were you thinking about me while you touched yourself, kitten?” You hesitated before you nodded. “Use your words.”
“Y-yes.”
“What were you thinking about? Me filling your sweet little pussy with my cum?” He asked. You swore you would drop dead from a heart attack if he continued. “Answer me.”
“Fuck, yes,” you whispered.
“You’d let me be the first man to fill you? To make you mine?”
“Yes, Bucky.” By this point you were a quivering mess beneath him. You wanted him to fuck you right there in the bathroom but Bucky had other plans. He broke away from you and pulled you from the restrooms and through the crowd. You made your way to the elevator where you had to wait, very impatiently, to reach your floor.
He kept a very firm grip on your waist the entire ride up. Nothing was said but the tension was palpable. The elevator ride seemed to last forever but as soon as the doors opened to your suite, Bucky was dragging you to the bedroom.
“Get undressed and bend over the bed,” he said. You quickly slipped from your dress and started to take off your lacy bra when you felt his fingers trace your spine and land on your ass. Your movements froze, waiting for his next move. “I didn’t say stop, sweetheart.” He smacked your ass and it startled you back into action. You took off your bra and panties, hurrying over to the bed and doing as he instructed.
He was behind you immediately, his hand caressing your ass. He smacked it once, twice, and a third time.
“This is for being a bad girl for so many months, acting as if you haven’t wanted me to fuck you all that time,” he said, landing another smack on your ass. He slid his hand down between your legs, his fingers gliding through your folds with ease. “So wet for me already. I can’t wait to watch my cum drip down your thighs.”
“Fuck me, Bucky, please,” you begged.
“Are you sure, kitten?” He asked, sliding his cock through your folds, teasing your entrance.
“Yes!” And with that he thrust his cock into you, stretching and filling you so perfectly. His pace was bruising as he fucked you into the mattress. You silently thanked Tony for making the walls soundproof as you had no intention of hiding your screams of pleasure.
He threaded his fingers through your hair and pulled back. You swore you saw stars as your legs began to tremble. Bucky’s pace never slowed as he brought you closer to your finish. He could feel your walls tighten around him and he pulled out, eliciting a whine of protest from you. He flipped you onto your back and grabbed your throat.
“I want to look at you when I fill you up, kitten. Fuck, I’m gonna cum so deep inside this sweet, little pussy you’ll be begging me for more. I won’t ever get enough of this,” he said, sliding his cock into you once more.
He leaned down and kissed you for the first time and it was sweeter than you expected. His thrusts were slow, but deep, and it was sending your body into overdrive. His tongue slipped past your lips and tangled with yours. The coil began to tighten in your stomach and you prayed Bucky wouldn’t stop again. He could tell you were close so he quickened his pace, his cock completely bottoming out inside you. He kissed down your jaw and neck, biting a mark onto the side. He continued to do so until the wave finally crashed over you, making your vision go white for a few seconds. You moaned his name, your entire body trembling. A few more thrusts and Bucky stilled, spilling deep inside you. The feeling was enough to send a few more shockwaves through your body and you thought you might cum again just from that. 
Bucky rolled the both of you over so you were laying on his chest with him still inside you. You caught your breath and tried to make sense of what just happened. Never in a million years did you think your fantasies would come to fruition.
“That’s a much better use of our time than arguing,” Bucky chuckled.
“How about any time we’re annoyed with each other we just do that to get out our frustrations?” You asked. You were nervous asking that because that would imply this was more than a one time thing and you weren’t sure if Bucky would want that. As if reading your mind he answered:
“If that’s your way of asking if that was a one time thing it absolutely was not. You deserve to be treated right by a real man and I fully intend on doing that. Besides, I want you filled with my cum as often as possible. If that’s what you want of course.”
“Yes!” You answered far too quickly, earning another chuckle from him. You pressed a kiss to his lips, nipping at the bottom one playfully.
“Careful what you wish for, gorgeous,” he growled in your ear.
You could feel his cock getting hard again inside your sensitive pussy. You wiggled your hips to readjust but he quickly gripped your hips in place.
“Not so fast, baby; I’m not done with you yet.”
MarvelTaglist: @burberry13addicted @pixiehex1985  @supernatural-fanfic @thisismysecrethappyplace @lokilow-keystabbing @angelw1tch @xbabyvalx @emcchi @scarletsoldierrr @imagine-that-100 @jilldsumner @bloomingbucky @chubby-dumplin
509 notes · View notes
multiversemusings · 1 year
Text
Coming Home
Tumblr media
Originally a fic request by @harlekin6 Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes x FReader Rating: PG Warnings: Mentions of violence and blood. Words: 1,568 Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort Plot: Bucky ends a mission in Argentina with an exhaustion he hasn't felt in a very long time: Emotional. He thinks to go back to Wakanda, but he knows that he needs comfort after what happened. So instead, he goes to the one person he knows he can trust besides Sam: You Song inspiration: Blinding Lights by The Weeknd.
A/N: I worked on this one for quite a while, since I know very little about Bucky passed Winter Soldier. But I love you, Sunshine. You ask, you receive. I hope I did your white wolf justice.
All writings belong to @multiversemusings. Do not steal, repost as your own or take credit for my work. If you have a request, please put it in my inbox!
Tumblr media
The mission had been a hard one this time. Usually when him and Sam took on these kinds of tasks there was no real threat; it was usually surveillance, infiltration and arresting the one who they were looking for. This time though, the arms dealers they were supposed to be tracking down had been tipped off by someone and they had heavier patrols up then they had been informed of. On the way in, he had been clipped by a bullet across his temple and it stung to the point that it was noticeable, so he reached up to touch the spot. As he pulled away his hand, the red staining his fingers sent him into a frenzy of actions. While he had managed to keep from losing control of himself as he would have in the past, he still hadn't been as easy on the dealers as he would have liked to be. However, when the PTSD triggered of losing his arm and everything that followed, he could barely hold himself back. No one had died, but he had hurt a couple of them to the point that they would have to be hospitalized before being questioned. After turning over the case to the branch they were working with in Argentina, Bucky headed back to the jet where Sam was waiting for him.
"Ready to go back to the pride that raised you, wolf?" Sam teased, seeing his partner was extremely stressed, in hopes of lightening the mood. "You gotta be easier on yourself, man, you didn't kill anyone. T'Challa will give you pointers for that."
Bucky smirked slightly as he sat down in the co-pilot seat and strapped in as his partner closed the hangar doors. He thought about his hut waiting for him back in the beautiful country that had taken him in as one of their own, the place that he now lived, but deep down he knew that he didn't call home. Because home was where he needed to go right now, especially because he knew Sam was right.
"Actually, can you drop me off at the compound?" the mak asked, getting a bit of a surprised look from the black male. "I think tonight I would rather be with someone rather than on my own. Silence is dangerous when I'm this deep in my own head."
"Silence? With goats around? Yeah alright man." The man snorted as Bucky shook his head, making a noise of amusement.
The man looked out the window as the jet took off, thinking about where he was planning to go now that the mission was over. His home was where she was, the woman with the hair as beautiful as her spirit and eyes as deep as endless oceans. He had met her at one of Stark's Christmas parties one year, when he had been so uncomfortable that every bone in his body said, 'screw the serum, this discomfort is painful' and reminded him of just how old he was. Just as he decided that he was going to leave for the night, she had approached him quietly, but with the confidence of someone who knew what they wanted. She had asked him if he was done being shy and hiding in the corner like a dog with its tail between its legs, given him a smile of invitation that made him remember who he used to be. That night had left them exchanging numbers and names, but only nicknames and aliases. Over time, he came to find out that she was a friend of Clint Barton's, a protege of Natasha Romanoff's and an agent in the field for a group that called themselves The Shadows. After corresponding for nearly a year after he got his new arm and was safe from being corrupted by the Winter Soldier programming thanks to Shuri and Tony, he had decided to try and become a little more serious with her and they began to see each other when they had time. It had been a bit difficult at first, with his fear of what he had been keeping him wary of how just how close he got and her past trauma with someone she loved and lost. On the second anniversary of their meeting however, when they had both been battle worn and she - with the softest voice he'd ever heard - asked him to stay as she held his metal hand in her own. That was the beginning of everything that they now had together. There were many nights of confiding in each other about their pasts, more frequent dates with the final exchange of their real names and a few physical encounters that left both of them anxious for more. And to him, she was the one he loved: She was his home. The two arrived back at the Avengers Compound sometime later, Sam landed the aircraft with the same precision that he flew his own wings. As the engines shut down, he took off his safety belts and the man did the same.
"Going to see your lady friend, old dog?" the man asked, smirking as the two got up and headed for the opened hangar door.
"You've been sitting on that since we left, haven't you?" he asked the man, finding himself smiling when Sam just grinned. "Well, I guess even a feather brain like you would know when they need to go back to their roost."
"I thought you called it a den."
"Bye, Sam." He said as he walked off, waving over his shoulder with his organic hand, making the man laugh.
Before anyone could stop him to ask about the mission, the man got onto his motorcycle and headed off away from the headquarters. It had been at least three months now since they last saw each other, and he hoped she was home. When he called her to inform her, he was going on a mission, she said that she would be home for a time. He hoped that The Shadows hadn't called her out because he didn't know where he would go if they had. The lights danced across the front of his bike as he rode down the long New York roads, heading to the edge of the city, reminding him of how a wolf would feel seeing the moon pouring down on the ground between the tree branches on the night of a full moon as it headed back to its den. Knowing there was someone there waiting for them, no matter how long they had been gone nor how far they went. He pulled down the country road, passing two long dirt driveways that lead to other houses that were hidden well behind the thicket of trees that lined the road, only indicated by mailboxes and recycling bins. He turned down the third driveway, going slow to not jar himself on the rough road and made his way to the cozy brick house situated not far from a pond. Not unlike him, she kept to herself when she wasn't in the field, not just because of her occupation but also because she didn't want to put anyone she cared about in danger. It had taken her a long time to trust that he would be okay if she let him come over to her place. The wars they had fought had hardened both of them, but it was a sharpness that also allowed them to finally show their softness to one another. They both understood loneliness. As he parked outside of the cabin, he put the kickstand down and turned off the bike, getting off of its seat. He unzipped his jacket as he headed to the front porch and up the steps to the front door which opened just as he got to it. The sight of her standing there in a white housecoat with her hair pulled up in a messy bun on the back of the back of her head made every ounce of tension that had been nestling in his bones melt away and he let out a breath of relief. He smiled warmly at her, which she returned with loving eyes and a warmth she reserved just for him, holding her arms out to him. He closed the distance between them without any of the hesitation that he had so many years ago and wrapped his arms around her waist as she hugged his shoulders, burying their faces in each other's necks. She smelt of juniper berries, lavender and sandalwood as he dared to hold her a little tighter to his body than he usually did.
"Welcome home, Wolf," she whispered to him warmly, gripping his shirt in her elegant fingers as she turned her head to kiss his cheek. "I had a feeling you may be here together, and I've been waiting for you."
"Thank you, Songbird," he whispered, almost breathlessly as he pulled back and looked at her beautiful eyes. He reached up, taking her face in his hands to pet her cheeks with his thumbs. When she rest her hands over his and gave him that same loving smile, he let a tear run down his face. "Thank you for everything."
He leaned in as she stood on her toes, still holding his wrists to meet him halfway and press their lips to a loving kiss. He was finally, truly home.
75 notes · View notes
geminixevans-stan · 1 year
Text
The Four Mischiefs
Tumblr media
Pairing: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes x PR!Female Reader
Words: 2.1k+
Summary: Reader has to deal with four delinquents after their trip turned into a social media frenzy
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of violence, Bucky being a little shit, explicit language
A/N: I missed this little series so much! I wrote this while on the devil’s lettuce so I hope you all enjoy! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥
I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P
PR Chronicles Masterlist
Mondays were usually the normal recharge day after a weekend away from responsibilities. You were always a Monday person, ready to restart the work week and see what else you could accomplish. This Monday… you hated. While not many things could ruin your mood on a Monday, a group of mischiefs had a nice weekend.
And by nice you mean an utter disaster…
The large conference room usually was used for daily debriefings for the Avengers. But, because a certain video of Earth’s mightiest defenders stayed on the internet for three days until you finally got wind of it and scrubbed the web so clean that everyone on social media thought they were in a simulation, you had to do deep damage control.
Instead of having a meeting about how to save the Earth, you were sat in front of the conference table as Tony, Sam, Bucky, and Steve sat in the seats around the dark table as the video of their trip played out in front of them. 
Sam and Bucky had the look of accomplishment on their faces as they tagged team a group of normal human men in a neighborhood looking to match the housing of the New Orleans communities. Steve sat with his hands clasped in his lap, shame on his face as he cringe at the amount of force he used on his attacking party. 
And then came Tony… In all your time in knowing him, he never had the look of fear or shame etched on his features. Yet as you stare down at every single hero in your sight, Tony Stark looks… embarrassed. 
Even with their looks, you can still get to the bottom of why they were where they were and why they decided to fight an entire neighborhood (they won, of course).
The video began to end and with each passing second you became more and more irritated with all of them. No doubt Sam and Bucky were not sorry for what they did but you were going to make them issue a fake apology by any means necessary. 
You step close to the table, resting your hands on the surface as you take a seat at the head of it. All eyes were on you and every single one of them got their own glance before you decide to start grilling. 
“Anyone wants to start with what we’ve just seen gentlemen? Give me precise answers and it may or no may not help the consequences you’re all gonna get,” the coolness on your tongue was enough to send a shiver through them all. It was evident that they all messed up, royally. But nobody wanted to speak up. 
With a sly smirk on his face, Bucky raised his hand, waiting to be called on. The quirk in your eyebrow was all the interest you were going to give him as you called on him, “Sergeant Barnes, the repeat offender. What happened here?”
The clear of Bucky’s throat could be heard when he stood up, his metal hand pressed to the table as he began to speak, “Well, Sam decided to invite us all for a Boy’s trip to his hometown at the last minute and as you see in the video, there were some targets that needed some attention.” 
“Targets? So was this a mission or a trip of leisure Sergeant Barnes?”
“A trip…”
“So you were fighting for fun am I correct?”
“Seemed fun to me,” Bucky shrugged, taking another look at the screen as the video began to play again, making Bucky smile as he saw the combos he laid to his enemies, “With all due respect, they started it and we finished it.”
A scoff left your throat as Bucky took his seat, looking more accomplished than he did earlier. 
“So, we have two super soldiers and two men that use technology for their powers, fighting regular human beings for fun? Please, help me understand why four men with advantages decided to go fight for sport. ”
“That’s…. Not what happened,” Steve’s low, deep voice filled the room. Your head turned to him, shifting in his seat as his eyes finally met yours, “The trip part was true but I wouldn’t say the fight was for fun”
“Here comes the Golden boy,” Bucky quipped, chuckling afterwards.
“Enough Sergeant Barnes. You’ll just make your punishment worse than what it is. I’ll turn you into a more Golden Boy than Steve,” you spat, not even giving Bucky a second look as you keep your eyes on Steve. 
The room fell silent as Bucky slid a little in his seat, the brooding demeanor back as you continued your interrogating. “So what happened Captain Rogers? You don’t look so good in there either.”
“They really did start it ma’am. Sam wanted to show us his childhood home and we took the walk there just to take in the scenery. As we walked up the street, there were a large group of residents outside and they knew who we were.”
Your eyes, stay stuck on Steve, listening to him go into detail about what transpired that night. Each detail could be seen on the camera as clear as day. You just needed the verbal recollection of events.
“And then what Captain Rogers?”
“Tony made one of the guys mad because he wouldn’t give up his suit and… well I don’t want to say what the man said to Tony. It was bad”
For the first time throughout the meeting, Sam perked and said, “He called Tony a bitch ass daddy’s boy and then Tony swung.”
“SAM!!!” they all yelled as Sam slid down with the most widest grin on his face. 
“Snitch’n Sam at it again,” chuckled Bucky as he shook his head.
“Jesus Sam,” groaned Steve.
“I should have blew your legs off,” quipped Tony. 
You leaned back, rolling your eyes at each of them. But still, their stories matched with the video that you went over ten times before 9 AM today. They fucked up, Tony more than the others. You knew exactly how to deal with him and he wasn’t going to to like it one bit. 
He was the only one who didn’t have anything to say and he wasn’t going to be let off that easily. With the fold of your arms over your chest, you glared him down until his eyes met yours, “For a person who doesn’t know how to stop talking, Mr. Stark, you sure are quiet. What’s up?”
Tony rolled his eyes, breathing in before letting out a large sigh, “If I may defend myself here. It did escalate more than I wanted it to go. I mean can ya blame me? He was trying to take my suit!”
“I can see just fine Tony and he didn’t go near your suit or attempt to take it. Now what he said to you may not be right but… you have suit of armor! That you put on to fight. What would have happened if you really hurt someone. That then goes beyond my expertise.”
“Sorry mother…” Tony murmured under his breath. Not low enough because everyone heard it. 
It wasn’t the first or the last time that Tony called you that for chewing him out, but it was the tone he used that made a smile spread across your face, “Very cute. At least I wasn’t the one who fought and still got their suit taken. I wonder how they were able to do that?”
Stifled laughs could be heard from Sam and Bucky’s side, each holding in their laughter as the footage of different residents, taking pieces of Tony’s suit and running away played vividly. 
Bucky was the first to double over in laughter as Tony’s screams could be heard while the other three finished off their fighting. Steve gave you an apologetic look the more chaos ensued in the meeting. 
Your head was beginning to hurt and if you didn’t get out of these heels, someone was going to feel your wrath. 
“I’m glad that for some of you, this is amusing. Because It’s time to have my fun and hope you will laugh with me while I give your assignments on how to make it up to the public for your indiscretions.”
Silence fell over the room again as you slid all 4 of them their own Manila folder with separate tasks to win the public’s heart back. Sam was the first one to speak. 
“There is no way I’m doing this! Why do I have to do the clean up?! Tony was the one causing havoc!”
“Hey genius, we’re both doing the clean up so shut up”
“You shut up!” 
“No, You shut up”
“Both of you shut up!” you snapped, rubbing your temples slowly as they all read their briefing. 
The furrow on Steve’s eyebrows was evident as he read his tasks over and over, looking up at you over his folder, “Please don’t make me do this. I thought I was done with the infomercials,” he groaned, giving you his best puppy dog look. If it was just you and him, maybe you would have given in. But you couldn’t be moved. 
“And you can do just a few more. Next time don’t follow through with their shenanigans Captain Rogers,” amusement on your tongue as burst his bubble, chuckling when you heard Bucky’s sound of disgust. 
“Tell me why I have to fix some old stinky dusty boat?” he asked, leaning back as she threw his folder on the desk. 
You hummed happily, sitting up in your chair as you stared him down, “Because Sam’s sister asked for you since she said that Sam can’t fix crap”
“Hey!”
You threw your hands up in fake surrender, “Her words, not mine Mr. Wilson.”
Bucky smirked, sitting back up in his seat as she clapped Sam on the shoulder, “Don’t worry Sam, I’ll take good care of your sister,” a smile spreading across his face as he sat back, swerving his chair to the left the moment he saw Sam reach back.
With everyone knowing their punishments, you were entirely ready for this meeting to be over, “Is everyone fine with what they need to do but their assigned deadlines?” the room was filled with different version of yes and that was good enough for you. 
You ended the meeting, wanting nothing to do with any of them as you worked on keeping the said video off the internet and issuing apologies on each one of their social media sites. 
In true Bucky fashion, he sent you a quick test, stating that he wasn’t actually sorry. Which you replied with and eye roll emoji before packing up your things to go home with. 
A knock got your attention as you saw Steve in his civilian clothes, holding a beautiful arrangement of roses in your favorite color. Information that Steve didn’t or shouldn’t know about. 
“Trying to butter me up Captain Rogers?” you ask, standing by your desk as you stared at him from the threshold of the door. He cleared his throat, softly clutching the bouquet in his hand, “N-no ma’am. I’m a man of my word and I’ll make things right. These are for you. For causing you stress on your favorite day. May I?”
Your eyes widen slightly as your mouth opened up and closed again, ushering him in, “How did you… Know that?” amazement on your tongue as she placed the vase on your desk. 
Steve placed his hands in pocket of his jeans, his height well over half of yours as she stared down at you and shrugged, “You always wear pink on Monday’s and your favorite coffee mug is pink. Just something I paid attention to…”
A smile played at your lips as you stared at the almost timid man before you. He was nervous and it was all because of you? Couldn’t be. 
You place the handle of your purse over your shoulder, picking up the vase in your other arm and walk towards him, still having a good space between you two, “I like your attention to detail Captain Rogers…”
“Steve… you can call me Steve.”
His permission to call you his personal name made you smile, causing you to stand in silence before speaking, letting his name play on your tongue, “Steve… nice eye” your voice low was you brush past him, and out the door, leaving him to have the start of reddening cheeks. 
Steve stood there for a moment, watching you walk away as she made sure you were gone before leaving. He closes your door, only to be startled by Sam and Bucky waiting outside. 
Bucky chuckled, shaking his head as she looked at Steve, “You didn’t ask her yet did you?”
“Come on man, you know he didn’t,” snickered Sam. 
They both laughed with each other as Steve rolled his eyes, looking back before a smile played at his lips, “No. But, she did call me Steve…”
66 notes · View notes
Text
The Winter Soldier (Part 1)
Tumblr media
"Hello?" Sam emphasizes, though you're clearly not listening to him. He waits for any sort of reaction, for any indication that you're not completely catatonic. He snaps his fingers in front of your face, only eliciting the most menial, microscopic movement. "Hello?"
You slightly jolt at the sound of Sam's voice. "Sorry. What?" 
"You miss him," Sam matter-of-factly states.
"Yeah," you admit, your voice constrained with a painful longing that had yet to subside.
"I hate seeing you like this."
"Yeah," you absently repeat. 
"You're going to go back on Monday?"
"Yeah."
"You don't have to," Sam assures you. 
You clear your throat, shaking your head as though that will clear the mental fog of grief. You looked around and you aren't in your usual surroundings. You didn't know how you walked all this way with Sam without ever being present of mind, but here you were, sitting in a pizza place with Sam sitting across from you. Two drinks in front of you. Your hands picking at the vinyl table cover. You shake your head again before speaking, "I don't think I get to decide that."
It didn't matter if you were ready or not, the bereavement was over in a few short days, and you were expected to face the team after such a crushing loss. You weren't sure how that worked out.
After all, it was only six weeks ago that you were handed his dogs tags. Then, a few days after that, a folded up flag and a medal for his service. As if any of that made up for it. 
"No," Sam remorsefully concedes. "But I don't think anyone would hold it against you if you weren't ready."
"I'm not the only person who's lost someone."
"That doesn't matter."
"We should get going," you announce, your hands smoothing over the wrinkles in the tablecloth. 
"We haven't even ordered yet," Sam lightly reminds you.
"Right," you exhale, a slight humor in your tone. 
"In a hurry to get back home?" he gently jokes, very slightly pushing the boundary to momentarily coax you out of your grief. 
"Well, nothing good ever happens after midnight."
"Oh my God," Sam dramatically groans. "You sound like-"
He falters before the name leaves his mouth. You know what he was going to say, 'You sound like Bucky'. 
But then you remember, it shouldn't be that easy to say his name after such a short time. After all, he was a person that a few short weeks ago you swore you couldn't live without. And here you were, living without him. Then you feel immensely guilty for the few feeble laughs that you did manage. 
You shouldn't be laughing, walking around New York like you're not absolutely devastated. It was wrong, pretending, continuing living your life - a life you promised to a person that wasn't even here anymore.
You wonder if it would ever stop feeling like a betrayal: allowing your world to turn without him. You wonder if the people walking by can see the devastation that lay dormant in your bones.
It's a little twisted, but you sort of hope they can. 
"Yeah," you exhale. "I do."
"I invited Steve," Sam hesitantly states. 
"You invited Steve?" you sigh, your shoulders slumping in defeat.
"I thought it could help. Seeing one person before you go back. You haven't seen them since-"
"Since the funeral," you finish for him. 
Though you considered Steve a good friend, he was probably the last person you wanted to see at present. 
Steve was the unfortunate soul that saw the very moment you lost everything. He watched as your normal, bubbly, effervescent demeanor disintegrated with one phone call. He'd never seen anything quite like it. Before that phone call, you and him were joking around while you awaited extraction from a mission. 
You answered the phone without a care in the world. He would never forget your smile slowly melt away into an expression that would forever be engrained in his mind. 
"What?" you exhaled, your voice already shaky. "No. It- He- It- No."
He immediately straightened himself, taking a step closer to you. The phone slipped out of your hand, crashing onto the rough gravel. He caught you before you crumpled to the floor with a pained scream lodged in your throat. 
"He's gone," you sobbed, your powers uncontrollably surging wreaking havoc on the environment around you. 
He didn't even need to ask, he knew there was only one person that would elicit such a reaction out of you. When he finally got you back to Sam, he searched for answers to questions that you would inevitably have. An ambush. Apparently, no one on that mission stood a chance. Not that there was anyone left to corroborate that.  
Steve also had the terrible honor of helping you deliver a eulogy that you never thought you'd have to write, let alone give to a room full of people, and subsequently leaked online. 
"Yeah," Sam sighs. 
Your shoulders stiffen, feeling the distinct sensation of being watched trickle down your spine. You look over both your shoulder then out into the dark night outside the restaurant.
"Sam," you pause, the uneasy feeling of being watched radiating down your spine. "Something's wrong."
"What?"
"It- it feels like someone's watching us," you admit. 
Sam mimics your motions, looking over each of his shoulders, over the booth, out the window. "I don't see anything."
For a moment, you're concerned that Sam thinks you're going crazy, that you're losing it and allowing the grief to cloud your judgement. He raises his hand, flagging down the waitress and with kind, quiet words asks for the food to-go instead. 
"Thanks," you murmur. 
You're staring out into the dark night as Sam places a few dollars on the table and stands to leave. You unceremoniously slip your jacket on and walk to the door. Right into Steve. 
"Hey, guys..." Steve trails off. You're not sure if he pauses at the sight of the two of you leaving or at your grief-stricken appearance. "You're headed out?"
"Yeah, just a weird feeling," Sam ambiguously offers. 
You're thankful Sam doesn't tell Steve that you're the one with the weird feeling, that your paranoia is the one ruining the evening. 
"You - you can come with us if you want," you hesitantly add, if only to appease Sam's concerned expression. "We'll probably just eat at the apartment."
"Sure," Steve nods sympathetically. 
You've only walked a few steps away from the restaurant when you feel it again.
The hairs stand on the back of your neck, goosebumps radiate down your arms. You look around again, only to see nothing but the dimly lit alley and the warm glow of the street lights. They eerily flicker as though they're warning you of danger, counting down some imminent threat. "Okay, you know the part of the movie where the one person is like 'something's wrong' and then they're like 'no, I'm being paranoid' and the other friend's like let's cut through a dark alley to get home faster."
"Yeah?" Sam simply replies. 
"That's what's happening."
"Am I the only one that didn't get the movie thing?" Steve questions. 
"Someone's watching us," Sam states ominously, suddenly feeling the foreboding sensation creep down his spine.
"Okay, so-"
Steve's cut off by the sight of a looming, shadowy figure in the backlit alley. "Guys."
Sam looks down the alley, fervently shaking his head. "So what we're not going to do is go into the dark, creepy alley. We're going to leave and go home and definitely not go down that alley, right?" 
"I don't think he's going to give us much of a choice," you sarcastically remark, looking at the figure who's yet to move or do anything expect watch the three of you.
Sam takes hold of your arm, trying to usher you away from whoever lurks in the darkness. You resist Sam's hold and take a singular slow, cautious step forward to get a look at the obscured face of the figure.
It's almost like it triggers the man, like the movement is a catalyst to him storming in your direction. You see the outline of a gun being raised and pointed at Sam. Without much composure or grace, you flick your hand to rip the gun out of his hands. It unceremoniously clatters against the brick wall, but ultimately does nothing to deter the man. 
"Great," Sam scoffs. "Just what we needed."
"What do you want?" Steve diplomatically calls down the alley.
"You know, I don't think he wants to talk to us, Steve."
You ignore the two men, taking another step forward. Your endless amounts of frustration, pain, and anger making you a little more reckless. Only a few yards away and his pace increasing exponentially, a well-timed flicker of light gleams against something metallic on the man. 
Leaving you no room to argue, Steve yanks you back, moving to stand directly in front of you. 
"We could just walk away," Sam grumbles. "Why can't we ever just walk away?"
Just as the man enters close, hand-to-hand combat range, two street lights stop flickering, illuminating the very entrance of the alley where you three still stand. It reveals a face you could never forget. It's so undeniable that you don't even question if the grief is causing hallucinations. You stand there, frozen in shock, staring at the person you loved most. A person you thought was dead. 
"Oh, shit," Sam exhales. 
"Bucky?" Steve asks.
"Who the hell is Bucky?"
You remain standing frozen in shock as your blood runs cold. It doesn't seem like there's anything that can release you from your stupor. Not the boot to Steve's chest that sends him flying against a car. Not Sam going hand-to-hand with Bucky. 
Steve quickly recovers, lending a hand to Sam. 
You're only brought back to life when you see a serrated blade swiftly enter and exit Steve's side.
You suck in a large breath, suddenly reanimated. As though he can sense that you're no longer catatonic, he turns to you. Even as he violently charges at you, it doesn't change that you want nothing more than to run back into his embrace. 
With every single hesitation and reluctance coursing through your veins, you send him violently crashing into the wall with a flick of your hand. You hear the sickening scrape of vibranium against the exposed brick, and more than anything, you want to apologize, to beg for forgiveness for this and what transpired six weeks ago, for the events that brought him here, and everything in between. 
His eyes narrow, clearly reassessing the scenario. You aren't sure what changes his mind, but Bucky takes off, clutching the damage you inflicted to his arm as he disappears into the cover of darkness. 
"We have to go after him," you frantically insist. 
"Steve needs medical attention."
"I'm fine," Steve insists, clutching his bloodied side in pain. 
You look at your friend, sitting propped up against the wall in the damp, dirty alley, feeling terrible about what happened. Feeling so responsible for letting Bucky get away and for letting Steve get hurt. You could have stopped him if you hadn't hesitated, if you hadn't stood there paralyzed with dumbfounded shock. "I- I'm sorry, Steve."
"It's okay," he quietly assures.
--
"Steve's going to be okay," Sam informs you, softly closing the MedBay door behind him. 
"Good."
"Are you okay?"
"No."
"That was probably a stupid question."
"Yeah."
"For what it's worth, I'm so sorry."
You shake your head, shaking away the apology. You don't want them anymore. You don't want to hear any more apologies, niceties, or sage words of wisdom. Now that you know Steve's going to be okay, you need to go after him. You stand up off the plastic waiting chair, "Now what?"
"Now what?" Sam repeats, his head jolting in clear repulsion of the question.
"How do we find him?"
"I don't know."
"That's not an answer, Sam."
"It's as good as we're getting tonight."
"That's not good enough," you seethe, uncharacteristically angry and demanding. 
"We're just going to have to wait and see-"
"I'm not waiting around for someone to give me answers."
"Well, you're definitely not going to be the one to go and find them."
"Why not? Why not me?"
"You're too close to this. You just found out your dead boyfriend isn't dead, that's not exactly a formula for success."
"I'm going after him. You can't stop me," you fume, turning on your heels to embark on a hopeless search. 
"Leave it alone," Sam orders, grabbing your arm to stop you from leaving.  
"No!" you interject, whirling around to face Sam with an expression equal parts agony and excruciating pain. "You can't ask me that. I-I won't. I won't do it. That's my person, and I need to get him back."
"That's not your Bucky anymore! Okay? That's not him."
"He's in there," you desperately insist, your voice breaking. "I know it."
"You saw what he did to Steve. Without hesitation." Sam sighs deeply, rubbing his temples in a feeble attempt to calm himself. "I'm not going to let you die trying to bring him back."
"You've brought him back before. We can do it again."
"You don't know that! And what if you-" he lets the words die before they even leave his mouth. He knows it's selfish, incredibly selfish even, but all he can think is he just lost his best friend,  this other best friend injured, he can't lose another one. "What if you can't? What if you can't and the Winter Soldier gets his hands on you? Because that's who that is! That's not Bucky and whatever his mission is, he's not going to stop until it's done."
"I don't care!" you exclaim without thinking, inadvertently confirming everything Sam already knew, everything he dreaded. The resilience that was the very essence of your being, the fierce loyalty, all things he loved in his friend, was now your fatal flaw.
"Let him go," he enunciates. "At least for now, let him go."
You swallow the knot overwhelming your throat, still your voice is marred by overwhelming sadness, mixed with remorse, and tainted with guilt. "You know I can't do that. He's out there. He's out there and he's all alone." As the words leave your mouth, your voice breaks entirely. "I promised him, and now he's alone because I let him go on that mission. I should've- I could've-"
"Hey, hey," Sam softly interrupts, pulling you into a crushing embrace. He continues, mumbling into the top of your head, "It wasn't your fault. It was an ambush. There was nothing we could've done. It wasn't your fault."
You pull yourself out of his hold, clearing your throat as you furiously wipe away the tears. "I won't leave him, and if you're not going to help me, I'll go after him alone."
"I'll tell SHIELD," he blurts as you turn away from him.
Your shoulders stiffen as you turn back to face him. He hates that the thought even entered his mind, let alone that he actually said the words. That was a betrayal in every sense of the word in your book. He knew what the first hand what that threat looked like. He knew that and said it knowing that although he might've just irreparably damaged your friendship, he may have just saved your life.
Your lips pull in and Sam can see the sting of betrayal on your face as you shake your head in disbelief, "You'll tell SHIELD?"
"Give me a day. 24 hours. 24 hours to pull an actual plan together."
"He could be gone in 24 hours. Anywhere in the world," you vehemently object, throwing your hands up in frustration. 
"24 hours," he repeats. "And if I think there's even the smallest chance that we can do this, I'll give it everything I have."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
--
"Mission report."
Bucky remains silent, still replaying the unsuccessful mission in his head. 
"Mission report. Now," Pierce orders with a strong backhand to Bucky's face. 
Bucky's head is frustratingly flooded with flickers of a life he can't remember. He silently weighs his options before asking, "The woman in the alley. Who is she?"
"A SHIELD asset. You've been surveying her for weeks."
"I knew her," Bucky states. "Didn't I?"
The well-dressed man says nothing, straightening his back and readjusting his suit jacket. 
"I knew all of them," Bucky continues.
"Wipe him. Start over," Pierce orders to the man standing to the side of Bucky. 
Ignoring Bucky's pained groans and yelps of torture, Pierce grabs the file that they'd gradually collected. It's a thick manila envelope filled with everything from you personal history to walking routes to your favorite places in the city. It was everything and then some. 
"You really think that he can take her?" Rumlow mutters.
"I don't think she'll put up much of a fight. Too emotional," he states, his voice filled with repulsion. "I'll fix that."
Rumlow nods before Pierce turns back to the Winter Soldier, the blank slate more than ready to comply. Pierce slides the photo toward him, "This is your mission. Apprehend the target and bring her to me."
He rigidly nods, standing without hesitation to complete his mission. 
"And, Soldier?" Pierce interjects. "Though I suspect she's not going to put up much of a fight, if you find yourself unsuccessful again, kill her."
"Kill her?" Rumlow mutters as they watch the Winter Soldier walk away. 
Pierce languidly shrugs, "If she won't help us, she certainly won't live to help them."
--
At Sam's vehement insistence, you reluctantly stay at the Compound that night. Your leaden feet drag down the Compound hallway, and you're thankful you don't have to face anyone else that night. You stop in front of the distantly familiar door, though it's only been six weeks you felt like an entirely different person than the one that left this room that fateful day.
It's the first time you're able to step foot in the bedroom you shared with Bucky. Because even if you don't know where he is or if you'll ever really get him back - he's alive. And that's more than you ever thought you'd get. 
You're careful not to touch anything, to leave all Bucky's possessions exactly as he left them. To leave the memories as pure and untainted as possible. 
The ticking of the clock drags as you keep thinking, because maybe it's not better. Maybe it's worse that he's alive and having to undergo whatever excruciating torment he's being put through.  Or that he's out there, but the person you loved is truly gone replaced with a stranger whose laugh you could recognize anywhere. 
Your mind whirls trying to reconcile what you hope with what is - your wishes to the reality of it all. You find that the memories of the few short years with Bucky, do not break your fall. 
You give up at almost 2 in the morning. You take the strong sleeping pill prescribed to you in the beginning of this nightmare and crawl into the loneliest bed you've ever known. 
You don't fight the medicinally-induced sleep as it slowly overtakes you, but instead relish in the short reprieve of the rushing, turbulent flow of thoughts that gradually wane into a bearable trickle:
When your eyes open, you notice him right away. He's laying down on a picnic blanket, scattered beams of sunshine cascading through the leaves and branches of the tree above him beaming on his face. He lifts his head ever so slightly, just enough for him to make eye contact with you. The corner of his mouth lifts and he nudges his head to invite you over. 
You take a singular, cautious step forward. 
He doesn't disappear. Doesn't waver in his invitation. He sticks his hand out as if to coax you closer and all your hesitations and pretenses crumble.
You bolt towards him, practically throwing yourself on top of him to envelope yourself in his warm, comforting embrace one last time.
"I missed you," he murmurs into the top of your head. 
"Me too," you whimper, allowing the tears to freely flow and trickle onto his shirt. 
You two stay like that for a long while, soaking in a comfort you never thought you'd be able to seek again. You listen to the steady beat of his heart, his slow, even breaths, the slow, gentle strokes of his hand trailing up and down your spine. 
"You know Sam's right?" he asks after only so many moments of comfort. 
"Now I know I'm dreaming. You'd never willingly admit that Sam was right about anything."
"I'm being serious."
"Don't," you plead, tears burning at your eyes again. Your hands tighten on his shirt, clinging to him to will him to stay with you in this idyllic moment. "I love you."
"You have to let me go," he says, his hand stopping in its tracks. "I could kill you."
You sit up completely to meet his eyes, to show him your determination, the infallible resolve to bring him back."You won't."
"Let me go," he repeats.
You stand up in a huff. Angry that he'd even make a suggestion, that you could simply continue on knowing that he was out there and not do anything about it. How were you supposed to let him go when he was haunting you? "You know I can't."
"You have to," he begs, standing up and taking your hand in a desperate plea. 
"You promised me," you angrily remind him, tears slipping down your cheeks. "You promised you wouldn't leave me! You said you'd always come back."
"I'm sorry I couldn't keep that promise."
"You can! I can bring you back. Me, Sam, Steve, we can-"
"Let me go," he interjects. "Nothing good will come from going after me."
"I'm not going to stay away."
He abruptly drops your hand, an eerie chill cutting through the warm summer breeze. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
You look up and the Bucky you knew was gone, you could tell as the feeling of safety and comfort evaporated. Instead, you look up and see the mask of the Winter Soldier. Without a moment's hesitation, his vibranium hand wraps around your throat, slowly, mercilessly crushing your windpipe.
You unwillingly jolted from your slumber gasping for air. 
You weren't sure if it was for better or worse, but Bucky did not meet you in any of the rest of your dreams that night. Instead, you were plagued by sick highlights and twisted reels of the night before. It came back as flashes, fragments of a puzzle you didn't have any idea of how to put together.
The early morning sun filters through the curtain warms your face, stirring you lightly. The mental fog lifted, cleared just enough for a vital epiphany. It's in your disoriented state that the pieces start coming together, forming a picture that only the most vile, wicked and evil mind could've put together. 
And suddenly, it all makes sense. 
You jolt out of your lonely bed, haphazardly throwing your covers off and forgoing your shoes as you throw your bedroom door open. You're about to storm down the short hallway when you see Sam standing there. He looks as frantic as you feel, mirroring your frenzied, realized state.
"I figured it out," you and Sam state simultaneously. "Jinx."
"You go first," you both continue. "No, you."
"Okay, I'll go first," you decide. "It's me." 
"It's you," Sam affirms, his voice barely above an exhale. "You're what they want."
--
"Should I even bother asking you to stay away?" Sam asks, standing beside a thankfully recovered Steve in the conference room. "To stay at the Compound where you're not in danger?"
"It's always nice to know that you know me," you offer. 
He sighs deeply. "What if I said please?"
"You know my answer."
"But this changes things," Steve adds, his arms folded in both frustration and concern. "If it's you they want, bringing you to the fight is handing you over on a silver platter."
"Then that's my choice to make. I can take care of myself."
"You know the person that says that in movies is always the first person to go," Sam retorts. "You're not thinking about this logically."
"No, I'm not," you proudly admit, an unshakeable resolve in your voice. "I thinking about this as a person who lost everything. And now I have a chance to get it back."
"You're being reckless," Sam chastises.
"Sam," Steve gently warns.
"I need you to trust me. I need you to trust that I know what I'm doing," you state, your eyes filled with unspoken pleas. 
"Then how do we find him?" Sam exhales, his shoulders slumped in resignation. 
"Would it be too much to ask to use myself as bait?"
"It's always nice to know that you know me," Sam says, redirecting your own words back at you.
You quietly huff in amusement, folding your arms as you turn back to the large screen. On there, you can see the few confirmed sightings of a masked figure. All within a few miles of the SHIELD housing you had been staying in during your bereavement. Still looking at the screen, you're the first to speak, "It's safe to assume that he's been watching us."
"Right," Sam agrees. "But he could've moved in before the other night. The question is: Why didn't he?"
"I was never alone," you audibly think. "SHIELD's been keeping a close eye. Agents in the house next to me and in front of me. You've been staying with me. Too many eyes. Probably why he waited until I left the house."
Sam shrugs. "Guess that makes sense, but then his mission isn't to...you know?"
"To kill me?"
"Yeah," Sam tersely exhales. 
"They're recruiting," Steve concludes. "Bucky wasn't expecting to me to make an appearance. The two of you he could take. Three of us? Maybe not."
"So we draw him out or we find where they're keeping him."
"And how exactly do we find secret HYDRA posts?"
"Google?" you sarcastically remark.
"I think we need to pay a visit to Fury. See what he knows."
"Agreed," you nod. 
It was a suffocating silence in Sam's car as you drove to the city to pay Nick Fury a visit. You found that more common nowadays than any other form of conversation. People simply didn't know what to say to you anymore. And you didn't have the energy to guide them through a simple conversation. So you remained shrouded in silence. Lately, you liked the silence - it reminded you of him. 
You'd only been driving in the car for just under thirty minutes when you see him. You weren't sure if it was a coincidence or that you were somehow hyper-aware of his proximity. But you barely caught the sight of him as you approached a freeway overpass. 
"Guys," you gasp, pointing to the figure on the overpass. "I don't think we need Nick to find him."
Steve's eyes widen as the man drops from the overpass onto a car, cars swerving out and away from the Winter Soldier as he stormed his way with one very specific target in mind. Sam stomps on the brake, the smell of burning rubber filling the car as he skids to a haphazard stop. 
"I think we found him," you exhale, catching Bucky's eye as he pinpoints your location in the backseat. 
"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Sam scoffs. 
Without breaking eye contact with him, you stumble out of Sam's strewn car.
"Wait," Sam calls as you shut the door behind you.
Though the lack of emotion or recognition in his steel-blue eyes breaks your heart, you don't break it as you cautiously walk toward him. You're vaguely away of Sam and Steve getting out of the car, the shots ringing around you, letting you know that Bucky did not come alone. With two hands out in a peace-filled gesture, "I don't really know what to say to you, so-"
He's totally unfazed by the words leaving your mouth, his stone-faced expression completely cold and void of any discernible emotion. He raises his gun with an ease that breaks your heart, pointing it directly at you. You flick the gun out of his hand like the night before, "I'm not going to fight you."
"Good," he states, just close enough that you can almost reach out and touch him.
Without hesitation, a skilled, agile hand is flying at you at lightening speed. You stick out your hand, stopping his vibranium fist mid-air. "Okay, so maybe I fight back just a little bit."
You feel him fighting the invisible force, willing it to fold to his incredible strength. You try not to waver being this close to him, seeing his familiar blue eyes just a few feet from you. The very moment you're about to falter, Steve's familiar shield flies from behind you. 
The Winter Soldier expertly dodges it, his focus momentarily off of you and onto the two men behind you. 
While Steve takes up combat with Bucky, you focus on the guns still shooting at and around you. It's almost amusing, seeing the shock as the HYDRA agent's lose their guns to an invisible tug that sends them clattering to the floor. Or the bullets that are forced downward rendering them almost entirely harmless. 
"I've got this. Steve needs help," Sam calls, his gun in hand as he takes care of the remaining HYDRA agents. 
"You're the one that trained me," you murmur, your eyes raking over the two super-soldiers fighting. "Let's see how much that paid off."
As you approach, you whip his blade right as he kicks Steve into a thankfully vacant car. 
"I told you I wasn't going to fight you," you remind him, your voice laced with all the pent-up frustration and anger from the last six weeks. 
Before he can begin his assault, your powers take hold of his vibranium arm. You can see him fight to escape the hold that pushes him further and further back. Even as he hits the brick wall behind him, he viscously tries to pull his arm out of your hold. 
You feel every single burst of energy and strength he exudes and almost stumble back under his incredible strength, but you hold steady. You firmly plant your feet on the pavement in front of him, just out of his arms reach. "I've mourned you for weeks. You could at least remember me."
Just as you feel the tides of the fight turning, you hear the squeal of tires rapidly approaching the scene. Bucky's arm still pinned against the brick wall, you look over and see several distantly familiar SHIELD agents step out of their cars. 
"You said you weren't going to call SHIELD," you hiss.
"I didn't," Sam swears. "But maybe Steve getting stabbed in an alley raises some red flags?"
"Okay. That's fair," you concede.
Your eyes scan the chaotic area and see only a handful of SHIELD agents, most occupied with evacuation and HYDRA operatives lurking in the corner.
"I don't trust them. They'll kill him or send him back," you grit, your voice strained under the incredible strength it takes to hold Bucky. "Need some help here, guys."
"You can't protect him and fight him off," Sam cautions, preemptively cautioning you from protecting him like you swore you always would. 
"I'm not going to let them hurt him," you grit, one hand protecting Bucky from rogue bullets directed at him, the other still trying to contain him. 
"And if we bring him back and he finds out he killed you? Then what? Do you honestly think that we could talk him off that ledge?"
"You talked me off that ledge," you quietly remind him, looking up to meet Bucky eyes. 
"It's not the same and you know that."
"I know," you exhale, and for a moment, you let your emotions cloud your judgement. You forget that it's not your Bucky. You forget that he's not going to pull his punches. As though he knows you've pulled back and lost focus, with a singular deft movement, he roughly grabs your shoulder and throws you against the brick wall. 
Your arm and shoulder take the brunt of the hit, but you feel the pain radiate down the entire side of your body. You'd heard about the Winter Soldier's ruthlessness before, but as he reaches for your injured arm, you can't help the surprised, pained yelp that leaves your mouth. 
Upon seeing Steve recover in his peripheral, he drops you as suddenly as he picked you up. He drops you as though you were nothing to him to focus his fight on Steve. Using your uninjured arm to pick yourself up, you feel the blood trickling down the side of your face. 
"You okay?" Sam calls, peeling his eyes away from his own battles to check on you. 
"Yeah," you call back, clearly lying as you cradle your injured arm. "Barely even hurt."
By the time you're fully standing, the two super soldiers are enthralled in a fight that can only be described as dizzyingly terrifying. Except for protecting the man trying to kill you from SHIELD agents, you feel entirely useless. You see the look of shocked anger on the faces of your allies as you ricochet bullets away from Bucky and leave him unarmed. And you still don't care enough to stop protecting him. 
Your attention is only called away when Steve's shield clatters less than a foot away from you. 
You shift your focus back to the two men, the fight going in a direction that you're not sure you like.
"Steve, catch," you shout, sending his shield flying back into his hand. He catches the shield with expert precision, using it to block Bucky's strike. They meet with a loud metallic clang, but they both fall away mostly unharmed. 
With the sound of your voice reminding him of your proximity, he whirls around to you. With a heavy boot to your midsection, he kicks you back, sending you flying into one of the abandoned cars on the street. With the wind almost entirely knocked out of you, you breathlessly groan, "Okay, that hurt. That one hurt."
"Are you-" Sam begins.
Before Sam can finish the question, you hear more shots ring out. One followed by a muted thump. 
"Sam?" you frantically plead, unable to fully stand as pain radiates through your body. "Sam?"
"Damn it," Sam groans, clutching his bloodied shoulder. "When we get Bucky back, I'm gonna kick his ass for that."
With a shaky hand on the asphalt, you being to lift yourself up in spite of the grueling agony in your body.
You look just in time to see something horrific. 
Before you can intervene or even process what's happening, the car less than a yard away from you explodes. Before you succumb to the damage done by the debris and your close proximity to the blow, you see Bucky standing a few meters away from you, Steve, bloodied and bruised, desperately trying to clammer to his feet to stop him. 
Before you fade out of consciousness entirely, you see Bucky standing there with the weapon responsible for the blast in his hand. 
Your eyes jolt open only moments later, the loud screech of a large piece of metal debris being lifted off of you. 
The Winter Soldier looks down at you fighting with every ounce of your being to stand. With one shaky leg you place your foot back on the ground, but before you get the chance to find your footing, a merciless hand painfully winds in your hair. You shakily exhale, frantically stumbling to your feet as he harshly tugs you up.
For a moment, he looks at your face. There's no emotion there, no recognition, nothing. 
He's simply confirming his target.
Before you can say anything, his hand goes for your throat. You can barely keep him from winding his fingers around your neck, using every last ounce of power to keep yourself alive. He flexes his hand, once again trying to break the invisible force keeping his metal hand from forming a fatal grip on your throat.
Over his shoulder, you see a few remaining SHIELD agents clambering to reach for an available weapon. Though you're intent on keeping yourself alive, you see an agent successfully reach for a gun, pointing it at Bucky's back. 
And maybe this would prove Sam right, maybe this was irrational grief that overcame you, but you know in that moment you have a choice: him or you.
Him or you.
Him or you.
And though you want to keep your promise to Sam and Bucky, it's not a choice. You focus that last of your energy on protecting him, allowing him to close his hand around your throat. He doesn't crush your windpipe immediately, instead he slow drags you to the edge of consciousness. You wouldn't be surprised if you simply woke up in a HYDRA cell a few days later. 
He raises you, pinning you against the wall. The very tips of your shoes barely scrape the floor and you feel consciousness slipping further away from you. "It's going to be okay," you wheeze against his firm grip. "You're going to be okay."
The words echo somewhere deep inside his subconscious, ringing and amplifying somewhere in the very recesses of his mind:
"Shh..." you coo, gently stroking his face. "It's going to be okay. You're going to be okay. It was just a nightmare."
"It felt so real," he trembles.
"You're going to be okay. I'm here - always."
He jolts his hand away from your throat, allowing you your first large breath in well over a minute. You drop to your knees, holding your throat as you cough and sputter for desperately needed oxygen. 
You found that grief came in sporadic, cataclysmic waves.
Each merciless wave crashing down on you as you tried to tread choppy waters, and every time you felt like you were drowning and your lungs could take no more, you were granted a singular gulp of air. Your lungs and chest ached. Your muscles burned with exhaustion, but that one breath of air kept you marching on. Even if you didn't want to. 
You look up at Bucky, who looks down at you with a concerned, fearful look on his face. With recognition and remembrance in his eyes. 
Both literally and figuratively, this was your breath of fresh air. 
Part 2
A.N.
LISTEN, before you say anything, just know that I didn't want this (a lie) I didn't want to write this (that's also a lie). But I got an awesome request/idea that took root. And I tried talking myself out of it, but it was too late. The seed was planted, the idea festered, and this is what happened.
For the sake of sanity (mine and yours) and to keep the grumpy sunshine series happy and not endless cycles of tragedy for the sake of continuity, we'll call this an alternate timeline. Yes, that's what we'll do. The real Sunshine and Bucky are way over there, living their best, peaceful lives. That is all.
AnonymityIsFun Masterlist Grumpy Sunshine Series Masterlist
65 notes · View notes
stuckonjbbarnes · 10 months
Note
sleepover with the oc's (& the boys crash it 👀) pls 🖤
The Proverbial Punching Bag {OCs x Marvel Mens}
Tumblr media
Summary: Immediately following the ending to At Least Not Alone, the gang has a sleepover.
The OC Fics (in order of appearance)
A/N: Thanks for never giving up on me writing about my OCs and helping me remember who did what @buckysmischief
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“We’re still having a sleepover right? Steve didn’t ruin it, right?” Sasha whines.
“Yes, you’re all still welcome to stay, even Steve.” Sawyer adds before acknowledging her ex, “I forgive you for the way it ended. I don’t regret anything that happened after, so stop beating yourself up and let me be happy in my fucked up choices. Be happy with your own choices, that’s all we need.”
“I- knocking cuts Steve off.
“I’ll get it!” Jazzy jumps up, “I called in a reinforcement and he’s bringing more pizza!”
“YOU INVITED J?!”
The door swings open and like a flash Sawyer leaps over the couch and throws herself into a man. Pietro watches over his bottle of beer, as she’s twirled. The rest of the group watches in mostly confusion, save for Sam and Bucky who share a similar look of recognition.
“J? You guys know Joaquin?” Sam asks, attempting to piece something together.
“Know? I grew up with him!” Jazzy smiles, “He’s my favorite cousin.”
“I’m your only cousin.” Joaquin pouts, playfully jabbing her in the ribs.
“And therefore my undisputed favorite.”
“You know those two?” Sawyer throws a thumb over her shoulder towards Bucky and Sam, “I’m so sorry…”
“I’ve done a mission  or two with Sam…Bucky, I see your sleeve is still intact today.” The man grunts in reply, not at all the Bucky that Sawyer was used to but rather reminiscent of his soldier days.
“Would it kill you to be nice to new people for 2 seconds?” Sasha unsurprisingly berates him, causing a blush to creep across Bucky’s cheeks.
“It actually might,” Sam smirks.
“Fuck off Sam.” Bucky gripes, causing the whole of the apartment to erupt in laughter.
“Wait…so you guys are like friends? I thought you hated each other.” Joaquin’s eyebrows knit together and he receives both looks of sympathy and some eyerolls.
“Frenemies.” Tali shrugs.
“No no. They love each other.” Monroe intercedes.
“They’re both boring. Can we move on to someone significantly cooler?” Jazzy asks.
“Thor?”
“Can we not bring my brother into this?” Loki groans.
“J, who are you texting? Sitting over there with a goofy ass grin on your face…” Sawyer turns her attention to Torres.
“Just the love of his lifeeee.” Sam teases.
“Her name is Wren. If you must know.” Joaquin says, eyes not moving from the screen, “She’s just a girl from Tinder.”
“...that he saved from a shitty date. Twice.” Sam adds, throwing pieces of popcorn at the man.
“Well I want to meet her.” Daisy pipes up, earning a round of ‘of course you dos’ from the group. 
“No..no. Daisy’s right.” Sawyer agrees, “I’d like to meet her too.”
“This wouldn’t be the first time they shared feelings over something.” Scott chuckles.
“SHE THREW A POTATO AT HIM!” Loki and Tali both yell, much to Steve’s embarrassment.
“I think I’m missing something here.” Joaquin squints.
“It’s a lot to unpack.” Pietro shakes his head.
“I think you could write several movies with the amount of drama and hysterics in this friend group.” Sasha offers, “I would recommend running while you can.”
“It’s too late. He’s been introduced. He knows too much.” Tali smiles, looking less than friendly.
“Hey, miss witchy-woo, tone it down for like 5 seconds.” Scott interjects, “We’re making friends here.”
“This is the most fascinating night of my life…” Joaquin murmurs, “...and I’ve been curb stomped by a supersoldier.”
“BUCKY!” Sawyer’s jaw drops as she takes in her closest male friend.
“Woah. Woah. Woah…I did NOT.” 
“Sorry…flag-smashers.” J attempts to hide his grin. “I don’t think I’d be here right now if Barnes did it…”
“I can’t believe you think I’d curb stomp someone, Sawyer.”
“Bucky…you killed the majority of my newsroom.” She defends herself, “All I’m saying is it could’ve happened.” “He’s only known me for a few months.” Joaquin interjects.
“Have you seen, Mr. Grumpy-face over there?” Monroe challenges, “If stares could kill.”
“I told him about the staring thing…” Sasha sighs.
“We’ve all told him Sash.” Sam adds. 
“Can we stop ganging up on me?”
“See how not fun it is to be the proverbial punching bag?” Daisy asks.
“CALLING YOU EVERY FLOWER OTHER THAN DAISY WAS FUNNY…YOU TOLD ME YOU LAUGHED.” Sawyer cries, “I thought we moved on.”
“As the proverbial punching bag, I’d have to agree that it’s Bucky’s turn.” Steve nods.
“I hate you.”
“That’s your best pal.” Joaquin states, “...read about it at the Smithsonian.”
“And sometimes I hate him…”
“Sometimes we all hate each other.” Jazzy chimes in, “makes sleepovers more interesting.”
“So what do you say, Torres, you in the group or what?” Bucky asks and Joaquin breaks into a slow smile.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
ask to join my tag list! :)
10 notes · View notes
lives-in-midgard · 6 months
Note
Hi! 🩵
I would love to make a request for your birthday celebration, with either Bucky or Steve, depending on which you think would fit better in this scenario.
Reader is an Avenger but can’t seem to find her place with them, and they constantly leave her out of missions and other activities like parties, dinners, you name it.
This goes on for a while and Bucky or Steve constantly try to include you, but after everything you don’t really feel welcome and decide to just not bother at that point.
They’re hurt by this and they see you’re pulling back more and more, until they decide to do something about it during a mission, or just in the Compound, whichever you prefer.
Reader is very thankful to Steve or Bucky and she the others give her a chance, and they finally see Reader is actually very nice and fun to hang out with.
I’ve had this idea for a while but I’m not really well versed into hurt/comfort fics, so I thought I’d give you my idea!
Thank you so much, and I can’t wait to see where you’re taking this 🩵
You Finally Belong
Tumblr media
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: You are a new Avenger and can't find your place with them until Bucky decides to do something about it.
Word Count: 1700
A/N: Thank you so much for sending that request! When I first read your request I immediately loved it. I really hope you like how this turned out!💖
Masterlist
The sun was going down and you were looking out of the window in your room at the Avengers compound. You saw people leaving and other people having conversations outside. The music from the Avengers party downstairs was so loud that you could hear it all the way into your room upstairs. You heard how the other Avengers were having fun downstairs. Tony shouted something and when you looked out of the window again you saw Bucky, Steve and Sam having a conversation. Suddenly Bucky looked up to your window. He probably couldn’t see you because you quickly hid yourself behind the curtain, but he knew that you were still awake. You decided to turn the light off and go to sleep even though you knew that you would not fall asleep. You tucked yourself in and tears started to run down your cheek. They didn’t even think of inviting you. When Tony mentioned the party, he didn’t even look at you. You wiped your tears away and tried to sleep a bit.
You joined the Avengers a little over a month ago and before joining them you were a SHIELD agent. Fury liked your work and suggested that you could join the Avengers if you feel up to it. Of course, you couldn’t say no to such a big offer. You only heard of them and never really had a chance to talk to them properly, so you were nervous to meet them. You knew Clint and Natasha a little bit because when you joined SHIELD, they were still there but then they left soon. You are a little shy when you meet new people, so it wasn’t easy for you when you first met them. They were all welcoming you when you moved in, but you still didn’t really feel like you belong there.
On some nights they watch movies together without inviting you. At first you didn’t want to join because you wanted to be alone but now you would really like to join them and get to know them better. At breakfast or dinners, they don’t really talk much to you only some small talk. You always listened to their conversations and tried to fit in, but you don’t know how. It feels like they don’t want you to be a part of them. You haven’t been on many missions with them yet, only on one short one with Steve, Bucky and Natasha.
When you walked into the kitchen in the morning after the party everyone was sitting by the table and eating breakfast.
“Morning y/n.” Bucky noticed you and gave you a smile.
“Morning Bucky.��� The other greeted you too and you made yourself a cup of coffee and sat next to Wanda and opposite from Bucky and Steve. You ate your breakfast and listened to their conversation like always when suddenly Bucky tried to start a conversation with you.
“How was your evening yesterday?” Bucky asked with a smile and suddenly everyone looked at you.
“Oh, umm it was good I started to read a new book.” You lied because you didn’t know what to say. Bucky nodded.
“That’s great, what book are you reading?” Bucky asked and you told him about the book you just finished reading. After breakfast you wanted to go back into your room when Steve suddenly stopped you.
“Hey, I thought if you would like to go for a morning run with me and Sam tomorrow?” You were surprised by the question but weren’t sure if you should join them. Of course, it would be nice, but you don’t want to bother them.
“I don’t think so, running is not really my thing.” You lied to him, because actually you like to run.
“Oh, that’s okay, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Steve nervously said and looked over to Bucky. You turned around and went back to your room. Later that day you heard a knock on your door. When you opened it, Bucky was standing in front of you.
“Hey, would you like to join our movie night later?” Bucky asked and you again said that you rather stay in your room. Bucky was being sweet and said that it’s okay, but he was also being sad that you didn’t want to join them.
A few days passed since the party, and you mostly were in your room or did some training alone. You were currently on your way to the meeting room. You opened the door and saw that a few Avengers were already sitting there.
“Hey y/n you can sit here.” Bucky said when he noticed you. When you walked over to the empty seat next to Bucky you greeted the others that were there. After a while Tony, Natasha and some other Avengers joined the meeting room. Fury came in and told everyone about the next mission.
“I think it would be the best if Bucky and Steve go on this mission.” Tony suggested and Furry nodded. Suddenly Bucky clears his throat, and everyone looked at him.
“I would like to take y/n with me on this mission.” You looked over to him and Bucky gave you a smile.
“Yeah, why not.” Fury said and the meeting went on. You couldn’t believe Bucky wants you on that mission. After the meeting the others left but before Steve could go you called his name.
“I hope it’s okay for you if I go on this mission.”
“Of course, it is. I’m actually a little bit glad that I don’t have to go and that I have a little time to rest.”
“You and Bucky will definitely success the mission don’t worry.” Steve continued because he probably noticed that you got a little nervous.
“Thank you, Steve.”
Before going back to your room, you knocked on Bucky’s door. He opened it and when he saw you, he immediately smiled.
“Hey, doll. Everything okay?” When he used the pet name you began to blush.
“Yeah, I just wanted to ask if we could maybe train a little before we have to go on the mission later.”
“Sure, we can but you don’t have to be nervous trust me, it will be okay.” Bucky said and you believed him. After you both trained for a while, you went back to your room to make yourself ready for the mission.
Bucky and Steve were both right. You and Bucky succeeded the mission, and everything went well. Because it was late at night you both decided to stay at a small hotel there. You and Bucky had to share a room because there was only one that was free. After you settled down and sat down on the bed it was a little quiet between the two of you. Until Bucky broke the silence.
“Can I have your opinion on something?”
“Sure, you can.”
“I have this little notebook where I write down films, books or music that are important or a must see and I thought maybe you could help me with that. Look over it and tell me if there is something missing.” Bucky got a little nervous when he asked you that.
“Of course, I can help you. Do you have the notebook here?”
“Yeah, I have.” He said and pulled a little notebook out of his back pocket. You stood up from your place on the bed and walked to the side where he was sitting and sat next to him. Bucky smiled at you and held the book page to you. When you reached for the book, your fingers touched his and you began to blush. You read the page and a smile escaped you on a few of them. You talked for a while about movies and then told Bucky that your favorite movie was missing.
“We could watch it together.” Bucky said and you agreed that you would like that.
The night went on and you stayed awake really long because you talked about everything. He wanted to know about your favorite music, books and so much more. Then you asked Bucky what he likes or what he liked back in the 40s. You had such a great time there with Bucky and almost forgot how you felt in the compound.
“Thank you so much for taking me on this mission with you and for being so kind to me. It really means so much to me.” You said after a while.
“You’re welcome, doll. I know you are a great assassin; I saw you training and on that last mission you were also really good.”
“And of course, I’m kind to you. You’re such a good person.” Bucky continued.
“Are you sure the others think that too?”
“Definitely. I know they are a little distant right now but its only because they just down know how to show it. It’s difficult for them to have someone new around. When I was new at the compound, well I had Steve, but the others needed some time to open up to me. Or ask Wanda, she would probably tell you the same. They just need their time.”
This mission changed so much not only between the two of you but also between you and the other Avengers. When you came back to the compound, they all greeted you and Tony decided to throw a party the next day because of the succeeded mission. At night there was also a movie night at the compound, and you joined them. You sat next to Bucky and after the movie you started to have a conversation. After a while Wanda joined you and then also Steve. You had such a great time with all of them.
After a few days you didn’t feel so lonely anymore. You were included on more missions. From now on you went on morning runs with Sam and Steve, were invited to parties, went shopping with Wanda, and had movie nights with them. Sometimes you even had your own little movie nights with Bucky alone and talked for hours with him. You finally felt like you fit in and like you belong there.
Tumblr media
Taglist:
@marvelogic | @angiestopit | @buckys-wintersoldier | @nicoline1998enilocin | @kandis-mom |
250 notes · View notes
Text
I was made for loving you
Tumblr media
AN: Welcome to the final few days! I can't believe it's the 26th already! Enjoy some sweet SamBucky for today.
I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.
Kinktober 2022 Masterlist
Main Masterlist
Beta’d by @sidepartskinnyjeans
Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.
Tumblr media
Pairing: Sam x Bucky
CW: Nipple Play, Intercrural sex, Hand jobs, Cum as lube, Bucky taking care of Sam.
Word count: 1.9k
Tumblr media
The problem with missions, Bucky thought, is that sometimes, and by sometimes he meant often, they didn’t go quite to plan. Although, as far as ‘not going to plan’ went, this hadn’t been too bad. It was a small mission, just him and Sam, which had been nice, but the ex-fil had gone wrong, and Sam’s wingsuit was damaged so he couldn’t fly them home, or at least to somewhere less remote.
They’d trudged down the hillside, mostly in silence. From the small glances that Bucky kept throwing at Sam, it was obvious the latter was deep inside his own head, going over every aspect of the mission and analysing it to death. Experience told Bucky that he needed to let Sam go through this, even if just for a short time, but he was determined that when they reached some kind of shelter he’d get his boyfriend to forget all about it.The opportunity presented itself about 30 minutes and 2 miles down the road. As the sky started to darken, Redwing picked out a small structure in the distance. Upon approach it was clear that it was abandoned, some kind of small shepherding hut from the looks of it. Bucky insisted on entering first, to check its stability. Sam grumbled a bit, but too caught up  in his own thoughts, he didn’t complain as much as usual.
Although the door squeaked, and didn’t hang exactly straight, it appeared to be still attached. It was obviously dark inside as there were no windows, but Bucky was satisfied that it wasn’t going to fall down on them in the night. Heading back outside to where Sam was standing, staring off into the dark, Bucky steered him inside, before going on the search for some kindling. They needed fire, drinking water and food in that order, and, if Bucky could manage, some extra water for cleaning. He was desperate to wash off some of the grime of the day. 
It took some time, and some patience, but it wasn’t too long before a small fire was glowing and flickering in the centre of the hut, the smoke going out of the hole in the centre of the roof. Collecting some water from the nearby stream in an old tin bucket, Bucky charged Sam with warming some of it up and then cleaning himself off, while Bucky went to find some food. He’d seen a few rabbit holes on their way down the hill and it was just a matter of sitting still and waiting…
Returning to the hut with three rabbits and a handful of wild garlic, Bucky found Sam sitting next to the fire, stripped to the waist with a ratty looking blanket around his shoulders. The immediate dirt was gone from his face and the flickering light showed up the planes and angles of his body, gleaming like bronze. It made Bucky’s mouth go dry. But first things first.
He swifty gutted and skinned the rabbits, stuffing the cavity with the garlic and skewering them on long sticks. Setting them up to cook, he partially stripped and used the remaining warm water for his own ablutions.
Approaching his boyfriend, Bucky was greeted by his left arm opening the blanket in invitation. They smiled at each other and Bucky hunkered in close, resting his head on Sam’s shoulder and wrapping his arms around Sam’s broad chest.
“You okay in there, Sammy?”
The fire sizzled and popped as the flames danced, casting an ever changing, but hypnotic pattern on the walls that surrounded them.
“Yeah. Suppose so.” Sam’s voice was flat, a dejected tone to it.
“Hey, don’t be like that, doll. We got out in one piece. And we got this impromptu, romantic getaway, just for two. Gourmet meal, cosy accommodations. What’s not to love?”
Bucky felt Sam leaning back and shifting, and he turned his head to look up. Sam smiled down at him, eyes sparkling.
“Aren’t I normally the optimistic one?” 
Bucky shrugged.
“Thought it was my turn.”
“Shut up and kiss me already, Barnes.
Sam chuckled and bent down, pressing his lips to Bucky’s in a sweet kiss. They made out for a few minutes, enjoying just being close to each other, until Bucky reluctantly broke them apart, smiling to himself at the little breathy whimper that escaped Sam.
“We better eat this food, before it becomes too tough.”
Sam sighed, dramatically.
“Fine…but I was enjoying that.”
“Don’t worry, doll. I’ve always got more kisses for you.”
They ate in companionable silence, shooting smiles at each other, nudging their shoulders together. Sam threw the last of the bones from his dinner into the fire, but as he was about to lick his fingers clean, Bucky grabbed his wrist, bringing Sam’s hand to his own mouth and sucked each digit in turn, gazing right into Sam’s eyes as he did.
Sam let out a moan that made Bucky’s cock twitch.
“Buck, you’re killing me.”
Bucky grinned back at him.
“Oh, Sammy. I’ve barely started.”
He pushed the blanket off Sam’s shoulders, deftly spreading it out over the dirt floor, before easing Sam back onto it. Sam’s legs fell open and he invited Bucky into his embrace. The kisses now were no longer teasing and slightly chaste, these were full blown declarations of love, lust and ruination. Bracing himself over Sam’s body with his left hand, Bucky caressed Sam with his right, while stealing the air from his lover’s lungs with his lips. Sam clasped Bucky’s shoulders and rolled his hips up to rub against Bucky.
“Okay, now you’re killing me.”
Bucky raised an eyebrow before moving down Sam’s body. It wasn’t a secret between them that Bucky was obsessed with Sam’s impressive chest. It was Bucky’s favourite place to rest his head when they cuddled up together on the sofa to watch movies. It was also his favourite way to tease Sam, because Sam’s chest was as sensitive as it was beautiful.
“Oh God! Jamie. Baby! Fuck!”
Bucky sucked on one of Sam’s nipples while rolling the other between his warm fingertips. Sam’s own fingertips dug into the meat of Bucky’s shoulders, his back arched and his head moving too and fro. Bucky shifted his weight, so he could alter his ministrations and swap the attention he was giving each of Sam’s nipples.
“Love these tits of yours, doll.” Bucky’s voice was muffled by Sam’s skin as he pressed kisses over each pectoral, stopping to nip and suck at the sensitive flesh. Sam snorted, but the noise of mild frustration turned into a groan of pleasure as Bucky continued his onslaught.
“Buck, will you stop with the tits thing?”
“But they are, Sammy. What else can I call them? ‘Pecs’ just doesn’t describe how goddamn lush and sexy they are.” Bucky opened his mouth wide, engulfing as much of one as possible, before sucking harshly, enjoying the way Sam bucked up against him as his tongue strummed his nipple.
Bucky broke off with a pop, fingers gripping the lower half of Sam’s suit and dragging it from his body, taking the other man’s briefs off with it.
Sam lay lust dazed in the firelight, cock straining against his abs, as shiny with pre-cum as his chest was shiny with Bucky’s saliva.
“Fucking gorgeous, doll!”
Bucky shucked the rest of his own clothes before hovering over Sam again, smiling mischievously. Sam smiled back and lifted his arms, making ‘grabby hands’ at his boyfriend.
“Need you, Buck.”
“I know, Sammy. Need you too.”
He dipped his head, capturing Sam’s lips again, and easing himself down to press against Sam’s side. His hand wrapped around Sam’s cock and started to pump, slowly, smearing the pre-cum around to ease his way. Sam whined, letting the sensations from Bucky’s lips and hand suffuse his body, easing his tension. It wasn’t long until Bucky was making his way down Sam’s neck and back to his chest.
Sam squirmed, dizzy from the stimulation and the twisting pressure in his gut. Bucky nipped him and he gasped, the slight pain morphing to pleasure as it zinged through his nerves.
“Harder!”
Bucky hesitated for a moment, before he did what Sam asked, biting down on the firm muscle of his chest with more force. The sound that came from Sam’s mouth was like molasses; slow, oozing and sweet.
“Again…”
Bucky littered Sam’s skin with bite marks, dragging sounds of pleasure from him as he pumped Sam’s cock.
“You gonna come for me, doll?” Bucky murmured his question against Sam’s warm flesh, before he lathed his tongue over his latest mark.
“Jamie! Fuck!” 
Bucky chuckled.
“I’ll take that as a yes…” Bucky twisted his wrist, his thumb rubbing over the head of Sam’s cock, as he sucked hard on the nipple closest to him, drinking in the cries Sam made as came, spilling over his abs and Bucky’s hands.
Almost immediately Bucky rolled Sam over and pressed up against his back. Scooping up Sam’s spend, Bucky pushed his hand between Sam’s thighs, smearing it there, before thrusting his cock into the warm, wet space with a groan.
“I’d much prefer to be fucking your glorious ass, but I’m not going to town on you when the only lube I have is your cum. You deserve to be treated right, Sammy.”
Bucky’s hips snapped, bouncing off the globes of Sam’s ass, his cock brushing up against Sam’s balls and the underside of his cock. His lips moved across Sam’s neck and shoulders, all the while his hand was splayed across Sam’s sticky abs, holding him in place while Bucky chased his high between the pillow of Sam’s thighs.
“I don’t think… you understand… Fuck… just how…  spectacular you are... Shit!
Sam moaned weakly, and Bucky sped up. He knew Sam was tired and spent, and needed what little rest they could get in their mean shelter. He bit down on the meat of Sam’s shoulder as he came, adding to the mess between Sam’s thighs. Sam shouted at the sensation, pushing his own hips backwards and clamping his legs together. 
They lay tangled together for a few moments as Bucky came down from his high. Then, slipping from between Sam’s legs, he trotted over to the fire, snagging the pail of warm water from the side with his left hand and the small cloth Sam had used earlier. Carefully he washed Sam down, as he lay, eyes hooded, staring sleepily upwards. Once Sam was clean, Bucky dried him as best he could with the edge of the blanket, before easing Sam’s clothes back onto him. Bucky chuckled to himself as he tried to bend Sam's tired limbs into the right place. 
By the time Bucky had washed himself off, got dressed again, fed the fire and settled himself in behind Sam, pulling the blanket over the pair of them, his boyfriend was fast asleep. Bucky pressed a kiss behind his ear, and snuggled in close, pulling him close with an arm thrown over Sam’s waist. He couldn’t wait to get home and give Sam all the loving he deserved.
Tumblr media
Tag list: @christywantspizza @jobean12-blog @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky @tuiccim @yarnforbrains @sidepartskinnyjeans @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @krissy25 @bodeckersdiamonddoll @goldylions @ohsymphony @luxeavenger @wheezy-stucky @doasyoudesireandlive @chemtrails-club @seitmai @sheismarvelousworld @poppunksnowwhite
31 notes · View notes
sammysouffle · 2 years
Text
Laws of the Heart (SamMatt)
For @apsiringghostmusicians who gets it!
P.S. I think I just created a new ship
P.P.S This isn't a sequel or prequel to yesterday's fic.
***
It was the end of the day, and Sam had just finished with his mission, so he changed and headed to Matt Murdock's place, who had graciously invited Sam to his place so that they could work on Sam's divorce case. Matt wasn't a divorce lawyer, but he was a great friend and he agreed to go over Sam's case with him. The smell of a home-cooked meal hit Sam's nostrils when he arrived at the Murdock residence, and Matt opened the door for him.
"Did you cook?" Is the first thing Sam asked.
"Well, hello to you too," Matt smirked. He wasn't wearing his glasses, and this was the first time Sam had seen his light brown eyes. "And no, that would be my friend, Foggy. He cooked for us."
"He really didn't have to," Sam replied as he entered the apartment and put his jacket up on the hook, leaving him in his navy blue t-shirt. "Where is Mr. Nelson?" Sam asked as he went to the living room and found that the apartment was empty apart from the two of them.
"Oh, he left," Matt replied, scratching the back of his head.
"So he just came over to cook for you?" Sam asked. "He must really love you."
"He's just a friend," Matt informed him. It was almost like he was trying to reassure Sam. "Take a seat. Here somewhere," he added, pointing in the general direction of the couch.
"Thanks," Sam replied and sat down. "You have a nice apartment."
"So I've been told," Matt replied, and made his way over to the couch. He reached out to touch the couch, but touched Sam instead and apologized quickly before sitting down next to him.
"Don't worry about it, man. You're good," Sam assured him.
Their legs touched as they sat next to each other and Sam cleared his throat before picking up the papers that were scattered on the table. They were in braille, so he asked, "Is this my case?"
"Are you talking about the papers on the coffee table?" Matt asked.
"Yes."
"Yeah, it's your case," Matt replied. "Are you sharing custody of your daughter?"
Sam felt his heart ache at the mention of Riley. "Yeah, I'd at least like visitation rights," Sam replied.
Matt put a hand on Sam's thigh and gave him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. We'll make sure you get half custody of Riley."
"I don't wanna have to drag Ri through this, but I have no choice. Bucky is angry. He wants full custody. But I can't let go of my baby girl."
"That's understandable," Matt replied. "So how bad are things between you and Barnes?"
"We're getting a divorce." Sam deadpanned.
"No, I mean, are you at least civil with each other right now?"
"I saw him yesterday. He told me in not so many words to fuck off." Sam let out a deep sigh. "He hates me."
“I’m sorry,” said Matt. “Maybe you should move on from him.” 
“I am trying to,” Sam replied sadly. 
“Sam- I-” Matt started to say, and Sam looked over at him. 
“Yeah?” 
Instead of completing his sentence, Matt leaned in and kissed Sam, much to his surprise. 
Sam pulled away and touched his lips in shock. “Matt…” he whispered. 
“Sorry,” Matt replied. “I just- I like you, Sam. Have since the day we met.” 
“You’re an amazing guy, Matt, and a great friend, but I’m not in the best place for something new right now,” Sam explained. 
“I am willing to wait,” Matt told him. 
“Why?” Sam asked. “I come with so much baggage. I don’t know if I’ll ever stop loving my ex-husband. You really shouldn’t waste your time on me.” 
“The whole world loves and adores you, and for a good reason. You’re a great human being, Sam, and if you’ll have me, I’d like to give you everything you deserve and more.” There was a sincerity in Matt’s voice that made Sam want to believe him. 
He couldn’t help himself, and he leaned in and kissed the lawyer. Matt eagerly kissed him back, opening his mouth to let Sam’s tongue in. Sam wrapped his hand around Matt’s tie and pulled him on top of himself as he leaned back against the couch. 
9 notes · View notes