I was writing a fic and i closed out before saving so i just lost a few hundred words an i want to cry.
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Not to bring down the mood but I just realised we're halfway through the series now :(
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now this ... this is fruity
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just thinking about Steve and Bucky getting married under a rainbow chuppah on the beach at Coney Island
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Steve and Bucky are the “you taught me what love was” ship, the “i loved you since the beginning of time and i’ll love you long after we’re both gone” ship, and the “i’ve waited for you my entire life” ship
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A Long, Long Time
1940s!Steve Rogers x Reader, some 1940s!Bucky Barnes x Reader (mostly platonic)
Word Count: 1.6k
TW: mentions of cheating
A/N: A little something to hold ya over until the next Prince!Bucky part is complete
Based on the song It’s Been a Long, Long Time by Harry James
“Never thought that you would be, standing here so close to me.” The irony of performing this song in the very same bar as Steve Rogers and half his unit was almost excruciating. Three people in that room would have felt it: Steve, You, and Bucky Barnes. If any of you had acknowledged it, only one of you showed it. Bucky Barnes, who was sitting at the bar, shifting his eyes between the stage, where you stood, and his best friend.
“There’s so much I feel that I should say, but words can wait until some other day.” You try not to notice the woman dressed in red who enters the pub, capturing the attention of everyone in the room, but you fail. None of it was her fault, you knew that. It wasn’t her fault that she had more in common with Steve, was more alluring, whatever else he had seen in her.
You hadn’t seen him in almost a week. He had been out on another mission. They should’ve all been home days ago, something must have gone wrong.
“G’morning Y/N.” You smile at Bucky as he walks toward your tent. “When did you get back?”
“Two days ago, right on schedule, thanks to me.” He winks, but his smile fades when he notices your brows furrow. “Was Steve delayed?”
“You haven’t seen him?”
You mutter a quick no as you push past him, taking the most direct route to the debriefing area. You’re stopped in your tracks by the sight of them together.
Steve Rogers, with one arm propped up against a pole, leaning close to Peggy, who was giggling at something he must have said. Her back was to you, so she didn’t see you make eye contact with him until you hesitated with your next move, caught with your mouth open, which caused him to take a step toward you.
She turned to look at you then, completely oblivious, even waving at you. You give her a tight-lipped smile, then turn away and walk in a random direction, anywhere to get away from them.
Bucky found you crying behind a training building later that evening.
Steve had an excuse for not coming to find you sooner.
That day was the catalyst of the ending of your story.
You sway on the stage as the music continues, watching the interaction between them unfold until your next part comes. “Kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again.” He asks her to dance.
He was holding his hand out to you. “May I have this dance?” You laugh. “We can barely hear the music from out here.” You could tell the music was loud inside of the pub, able to make out words from the alley where you had come together to get fresh air.
“But we can still hear it, can’t we?” He smiles, nodding to his hand. You place your hand in his, and he pulls you close to him. The hand not holding yours slides down to your waist, and you rest your head against him. You can hear his heart beating against your ear, making you sigh contently. You sway together slowly, able to successfully ignore the cold air around you.
“Thank you for coming out with me tonight. The boys have all been wondering who I’ve been spending all my time with.” You smile to yourself, continuing to dance. When the music comes to an end, you move to shift away from him, but his arms catch you.
“Where’ya goin’? He whispers playfully. You look up at him, not saying anything. Instead, you move your arms so they’re resting around his neck. You stare at each other in silence, both of you warm and comfortable. After a few moments, he starts to lean in, but stops a few inches from your lips.
“Is this okay?”
You answer by closing the space between the two of you for the first time.
The hand that isn’t holding hers slides down to her waist.
You look away, focusing on anything else in the room. “Haven’t felt like this, my dear, since I can’t remember when.”
Bucky brought him to you as soon as they arrived back from another mission. “He’s hurt, but I think he’ll heal quickly.” He had told you as he placed Steve on a bed in your unit. You look over him, checking all the wounds he had sustained quickly and thoroughly. When you were satisfied, you looked back to Bucky. “You’re right. He’ll be fine, I’m just going to clean him up.
He nods, “I’ll leave you to it then.”
You refocus on Steve as Bucky leaves the two of you alone. You set to work, cleaning his wounds, and bandaging up any that would take longer to heal. He starts to become more lucid and groans as you continue to work.
“Shh. I’m almost done.” You concentrate on the rest of your process, then sit down next to him. He’s already looking at you and smiling when you finally meet his eyes.
“What?” You reach for his hand, smiling back.
“I love you, Y/N.” He squeezes your hand. Your heart flutters.
“I love you, Rogers.”
Your eyes slowly sweep across the room again, in part as an element of your performance, the other part to find him once more. This time, his eyes find you also. You keep your eyes locked with his as you sang the next line, “You’ll never know how many dreams, I dreamed about you.”
“When this is all over, we can go back to Brooklyn. You’d love it there. We can make up for lost time, live a normal life.” He smiles down at you from where you lay on his chest. “As normal as life can be with a super soldier serum.” You tease, poking him. He laughs, turning to wrap his other arm around you. He kisses your forehead, “A dream to hold onto.”
You had held onto it, right up until the moment when you realized that’s all it would ever be. He breaks your eye contact when you sing the next part of the song. “Or just how empty they all seemed without you.”
You were never his girlfriend, not technically. The war was dangerous, and you found solace in each other’s company just like many others. Neither of you had anticipated love, not among so much tragedy, but you had found it, and you had thought he had had too. No one could blame you for believing him.
“So kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again...”
The music slows, and you pause, couples beginning to pull away from each other to clap for the end of your performance. Except for one couple that stayed in each other’s arms, gently swaying, lost in their own moment. Steve and Peggy. Your eyes lingered on them near the back of the room, for only a moment, before you find the composure to snap your eyes off them.
You give a sultry smile to the crowd, eyes glistening in a way that no one would think twice about unless they knew your situation. The next person your eyes met did. Bucky.
“…It’s been a long, long time.” You finish the song with a smile that doesn’t meet your eyes, glancing away from Bucky and back to Steve. Him and Peggy have turned to the stage along with everyone else, and though he’s clapping for you, he avoids looking in your direction, smiling down at her. The way he used to smile at you.
You bow slightly in response to the whistles and cheers from the other men in the pub, briefly looking down at the stage beneath you. When you lift your head, your vision is blurry. You turn towards your band, hearing the crowd behind you settling back into their seats. You shake your head slightly as you move to walk off stage, silently telling them to continue without you. Your band leader, Freddy, nods in response, striking up another song as you quicken your pace down the stairs off the stage.
You push open the side door and step into the cool summer night. You wrap your arms around your body, letting your tears fall freely now that you were in the privacy of an alley. You cry quietly, looking up at the stars above you. The sky was clear, the moon bright. It would be dangerous for the soldiers out on the field, so much light. A stark contrast to the memories you had of sneaking out of your tent by moonlight to meet Steve mere months ago. You sighed at the thought of it.
“Y/N?” You jump slightly, your body tensing. You relax when you recognize the figure approaching you. “Bucky.” You say quietly, with a small smile before looking back up. “It’s a beautiful night. I despise this war for ruining it and all the others.”
He doesn’t say anything as he walks to your side, looking up to the same sky. After a comfortable silence, he speaks. “You alright, doll?”
“Of course. Don’t I look alright?” You shake your head, letting out a short laugh. You finally meet his eyes. You nod at the pub. “You should be in there with your friends.”
He quirks his eyebrow at you, then smirks and looks around. “Nah. I’d rather be out here with you.”
“Well, I hope you aren’t expecting any entertainment. I’m not particularly feeling like myself.”
“Hey.” He lightly bumps your shoulder with his until you look at him again, his face serious. “I’m on your side, for the record. Steve’s my best friend, but even I know he didn’t handle it right.”
You nod as you look to the ground again, sniffling. Bucky slings his arm around you, pulling you into his body. “You’ll be okay.” You turn into his chest, breaking down into tears once again. He wraps his other arm around you, one hand holding your head to his shoulder.
“You’ll be okay.”
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Bucky: just start with a minute and go from there
Peter: how many do you think it is for one
Bucky: probably 30 seconds
Peter: 30 seconds? What's 30 seconds times 12
Bucky: that's not how mirocwaces work man
Peter: what's 30 times 12
Bucky: .... 360
Peter: okay so we have to cook it for 360 minutes
Peter: 3 minutes and 60 seconds. 4 minutes
Bucky: that not how math- no 360 seconds is not 4 minutes
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I made an edit. This is the before and after 🥰🦾🔪
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Another addition to 28 Ways. Thank you anon who sent it in, and sorry again that it’s very different from your ask khskhsk. Here is 664 words of fluff, slight angst, & me loving Bucky Barnes.
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His tags function as both armor and artifact.
A relic of a life long ago—an epoch of time he only recalls in violent flashes of light like erupting fireworks, streaks he can’t help but stare at, that blink in glowing cyphers and fizzle out at the edges of his mind— so he has to grab at them, feel the cool embossed metal with his name in his hand as if it’s the only way he can tell himself that he’s real.
His name is James Buchanan Barnes. He is here. He is in the present. He is not a ghost.
They’re worn down, in worse condition every year they spend stolen from his museum exhibit. Scratched and ugly but surprisingly not misshapen considering all the damage Bucky’s gotten himself into. Always warm from being tucked inside his shirt, pressed between layers of fabric, resting over the perfect middle of his breastbone and when they slip to his left, over his heart, he counts the seconds like collecting magic for later. A minute or two that might stockpile and the next time he loses reality, might save him.
Keep him in the now just a while longer. Keep him remembering that his name is James Buchanan Barnes. He is here. He is whole. He is not a fragment.
Sometimes they’re not enough and he’s completely adrift— revived in a purgatory between living and dead, past and present—and he blurs into one slow smear of misplaced time.
So when he meets a girl he first calls teammate, then friend, then one day wakes up realizing that he hasn’t lost his mind in a long while, that the balance that’s suddenly appeared in his life isn’t sudden-- he’s only been blind to it— the only reasonable thing to do is attempt to plant his feet.
He memorizes the shape of your grin, your eyes, your hands like the stamps of his own name chiseled into that cheap metal he never takes off. He learns the weight of your care for him is more than two tags, that the lacing of your fingers through his is a titanium chain that refuses to break even when he screams his way awake at night, shudders that he’s ruining you, ruining everything— that he’s made wrong, died wrong, resurrected wrong.
You hold him and tell him he is not an open laceration, a trauma, a scar carved by a cruel world. His name is James Buchanan Barnes and he’s here, with you. You press your hand over his thumping chest, tugging the silver strand beneath your palm until the pieces click together and he feels both the pulse in your thumb and the metal border etching a path home in him. You kiss him until he stops crying and let him fall back asleep in your arms.
So when he wakes up one day with you by his side, months or years later, time blurred and hazy in the honeyed glow of midmorning, the entire universe suspended because you’re still dreaming and he feels himself lost again, floating in a pure white space kept rhythmic by the soft lull of your breath, he doesn’t mind purgatory like he used to.
His tags— once crucial, once an archive— have become dull vestiges of the past. He thanks them for keeping him safe when he needed them, but you’ve shown him the truth:
He’s real. He’s whole. He’s so, so loved.
For the first time since he’s lifted them from their polished case, he quietly takes them off and decides to return them to the exhibit; he doesn’t need them anymore.
When he comes back from his shower and finds you sitting up with the beaded string between your knuckles slipping over your neck, the glint of them catching morning light like a flash reaching for him, his name caught inside the blinding shine over your heart, Bucky wonders if the Smithsonian could forgive him for at least another year.
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it’s brooklyn baby: no sleep till brooklyn
it’s brooklyn, baby masterlist
pairing: (college!bucky x fem!reader)
summary: you made up just in time for him to lose you again.
notes: READ THE PREVIOUS PART FIRST
notes p2: the title is based on the song by the beastie boys lol.
word count: 2.2k
warnings: fluff, angst, accidents, cursing, SMUT-MINORS DNI (smut warnings under the cut)
smut warnings: spitting, oral (f rec), unprotected sex (be smart), bucky cums on your chest, dirty talk?
it was nearing three a.m. when you finally made it into bucky’s room, a soft smile on your face as you moved to curl into his chest, the laptop on his lap already open to the conjuring: the devil made me do it.
“it’s three in the morning.” you pointed out quietly.
he gave you a proud grin and nodded with excitement, “i know, that’s the point.”
you rolled your eyes playfully, “i hope you get possessed, to be honest.”
“rude,” he grumbled, kissing the top of your head, “you know you’d miss my jokes.”
“oh, i don’t think anybody would miss your jokes, buck. what other twenty two year old do you know that makes dad jokes?”
“they’re funny, though,” bucky sighed in annoyance when you shook your head at him. “jus-the movie’s starting.”
it wasn’t more than thirty minutes before bucky’s hand moved from your stomach to your ass, gripping it tighter than usual. you swallowed thickly when you felt his fingers inch closer to your panty-covered pussy. you were only dressed in a t-shirt that was far too big for you, one that belonged to bucky.
you looked up at him with a brow raised, your heart fluttering at the smile he gave you. you hit the spacebar on his laptop and carefully moved it onto the floor before straddling his lap. bucky grinned and ran his hands up your thighs slowly, “you know i love seeing you in my clothes.”
you leaned down a bit, your fingers threading through his soft hair, “that’s the point.” he laughed quietly at the reuse of his previous statement.
bucky reached up to catch you in a kiss, smiling against your lips when you let out a small huff of surprise. his hands moved up your shirt, holding you even closer against him as he sat up against the headboard.
you pulled away, admiring the puffiness of his lips as you pulled the shirt off of your body, exposing your bare chest.
“oh, fuck me,” bucky’s lips parted, a soft sigh slipping past them before he pulled you back down to him, kissing you with much more need than before.
he flipped the two of you expertly, making sure that your head was supported by his pillow before he started kissing his way down your chest, stopping to swirl his tongue around your nipples.
you let out a quiet moan, your lip pulled between your teeth as bucky rotated between sucking, licking and blowing on your nipples, making sure to leave dark hickies all over your tits.
when he felt satisfied with that, he started kissing down your stomach until he was met with your lace panties. he hummed in approval as he hooked his fingers around the elastic waistband and pulled them down your legs, tossing them over to where your shirt was sitting on the hardwood floor.
he winked at you when you looked down at him with desperate eyes, silently pleading him to do something. bucky slowly licked a strip from your entrance to your clit, just barely rolling his tongue around the sensitive bundle.
“bucky, please,” you breathed out, your fingers tugging on his hair.
“so desperate,” he mocked, moving his head to the side to kiss your thighs, “always so desperate for me, aren’t you?”
“please,” you repeated, your breathing shaky as you watched him intently.
“well, since you asked so nicely,” bucky smiled at you as he spat onto your pussy, his tongue coming out to flick at your clit expertly.
you moaned, one hand in his hair as the other gripped at your tit. bucky brought his hand up, slowly inserting his finger into your hole, pumping and curling it at just the right angle.
“m-more,” you moaned, your chest rising and falling faster with each pump of his hand.
you felt bucky laugh against your cunt, the vibrations only adding to your stimulation as he slipped in a second finger, pumping a bit harder.
you could feel your coil tightening desperately, your thighs shaking as you pulled roughly on his brown locks. the burn of his scalp only motivated him as he worked to make you fall apart, a broken moan of his name slipping past your lips as the euphoria of it all washed over you.
bucky kept going, though, not wanting to waste a single drop of your cum, your legs still shaking from your orgasm. when he finally broke away, his chin soaking wet with your arousal, you reached your arm forward to pull him up towards you, the taste of yourself on his tongue causing both of you to moan.
he kept kissing you, one hand steadying himself against the headboard as the other pulled his gray sweats down enough to free himself.
he groaned softly when you wrapped your hand around his cock, pumping it, your thumb rubbing his pre-cum around the tip.
you broke the kiss, a desperate sigh leaving your lips when bucky started kissing at your throat, finding your sweet spot almost immediately.
bucky lined himself up with your entrance, pushing into you slowly. “fuck, baby,” he muttered against your skin, “always so fucking tight for me.”
you whined quietly, your body feeling hot at his words, “h-harder, buck.”
“harder?” he hummed, “you want more, sweetheart?”
you nodded desperately, throwing your head back against the pillow when he lifted your hips up to thrust into you harshly. you could feel his fingers leaving light bruises on your hips, the pain only adding to the pleasure of it all.
you yelped loudly when the tip of his cock hit your g-spot, a smirk slowly spreading across bucky’s lips. “there she is,” he mumbled, fucking into you even harder.
between the loud knocking of the headboard against the wall, the lewd slapping of skin against skin and the noisy moans that were leaving the both of you, it was obvious to sam and steve that the two of you had made up.
they both rolled their eyes and found a pair of headphones to blare music in their ears, making a mental note to complain about it when they woke up.
“fuck, fuck, bucky-” you moaned, “oh, fuck, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna-”
bucky grunted, “yeah? cum for me, sweetheart,” he brought his hand down to rub at your clit, the extra stimulation sending you over the edge.
you half-screamed his name, your back bending up toward him as you came, hands gripping the sheets desperately.
bucky fucked you through your high before pulling out, pumping his cock quickly to cum on your chest, painting your tits with his warm spend.
the two of you were panting loudly as bucky sat back on his legs, a low groan leaving his chest when he saw you scoop up some of his cum and suck it off of your fingers. “god, you’re gonna be the death of me.”
“only if i’m lucky,” you joked quietly.
bucky laughed and shook his head before leaning over you to reach the nightstand next to the bed, pulling out the box of tissues in the drawer. he pulled out a few, some to clean up your cum, some to clean up his own.
when you were both cleaned off, he moved back to sit under the covers with you, “you wanna finish the movie?”
you gave him a pitiful look, “bucky, sweetheart,” you started, turning on your side to cup his cheek in your hand, “you quite literally just fucked my brains out. do you think i wanna finish the movie?”
he laughed, smiling proudly at your words, “i was just checkin’.”
you giggled in response, watching as his face fell slightly. “you okay?”
bucky hesitated for a moment, debating on whether or not he’d ask, “are you, um, are you staying in here tonight?”
you thought for a second before nodding, “might as well, right? i’m already comfy.”
the beautiful smile that you loved more than anything made its way back to his lips as you flipped onto your other side, waiting for him to wrap his arm around you and pull you into his chest. “g’nite, y/n.”
“night, bucky,” you hummed, already falling asleep.
bucky woke up at around nine-ish, grinning when he realized you were still fast asleep in his arms, facing his chest instead, your legs interlocked with his own. he slowly unraveled himself from you and slipped out from underneath the covers, quietly pulling his sweats back on to make his way down the hall and into the bathroom.
after using the bathroom and brushing his teeth, he groggily made his way to the kitchen, sitting at the counter. sam was drinking a cup of coffee at the dining table, a knowing smirk on his lips as steve cooked breakfast.
sam got up and went to sit next to bucky, nudging him softly with his shoulder. “sleep well?”
bucky nodded as he yawned. “yeah, you?”
steve snickered and glanced over his shoulder at the brunette, “yeah, not too well.”
“how come?” bucky raised a brow.
“oh, i dunno,” sam laughed, “maybe because somebody couldn’t keep their hands off of y/n for a single night.”
“oh, shit,” bucky groaned, “sorry about that, man.”
“no, you’re not,” steve countered playfully.
“yeah, i’m not.”
“not what?” you hummed quietly as you entered the kitchen, clad in a pair of bucky’s boxers and one of his henleys. “mornin’ sammy.”
“good morning, y/n,” he shook his head at you, “you’re walking like you got hit by a bus, by the way.”
you sent bucky a dopey smile and nodded, “yeah, well. what can you do, right?”
steve handed you a plate with some scrambled eggs, an eggo waffle and some bacon on it. “there’s milk and juice in the fridge.”
“thanks, stevie,” you nodded, putting your plate down on the counter to fix yourself a cup of juice.
“look, i’m glad y’all made up, don’t get me wrong,” sam started.
“but if we wake you up in the middle of the night again, you’ll put spiders in my bed,” you finished through a yawn, “i know.”
sam huffed and glared at you, “get outta my head, you.”
you laughed and blew him a kiss, “can’t do that, we’re connected, sammy.”
he glanced down at the tiny scar on his hand, a brief flash of a childhood memory with you flowing through his mind, “yeah, i know. but seriously, either do the deed earlier or wear a muzzle or something, i dunno.”
you laughed, choking on your juice slightly, “a muzzle?”
“hey, you choose,” sam shrugged before turning back to bucky, “what time are you leaving to head to your ma’s?”
bucky glanced over at the clock on the wall, “uh, like two-ish? it’s only a four hour drive so i figure i’ll be there in time for supper. i gotta go in to work, though, so i’ll probably stop back here and take a quick shower before i head out.”
sam nodded in acceptance, “you might wanna get some sleep first, though. you look exhausted.”
the brunette yawned again, “yeah, i will,” he looked down as steve put another plate in front of him, “as soon as i finish this. thanks, man.”
“for the food or for not poisoning it?” steve hummed, laughing at the flash of fear that shot across bucky’s face. “i said i didn’t poison it. relax.”
bucky thought for a moment, brows furrowed before he looked over at steve, “thanks?”
“no problem, buddy,” the blonde smiled.
you were sitting on the couch, phone in hand when you got a text from bucky.
bucky // just made it to mom’s
you // kk :) tell her hi for me!!
bucky // i’m sure she’ll call you later lmao i’m like 90% sure she loves you more than me
you // yeah ur probably right
bucky // ouch wtf
you // i’m kinda joking, calm down
bucky // KINDA???
you // oh relax drama queen. go spend time with ur mom, i’ll be here when you get back
bucky // promise?
you // pinky swear :)
bucky // you can’t break that or i gotta break ur pinky
you // i know. i’m not gonna break it, don’t worry.
bucky // mhn. alright, bye lmao. don’t miss me too much
you // oh i won’t ;)
you were grinning at your screen, just imagining the look on his face when sam came in. “hey, you wanna go ride around? for old time’s sake?”
you looked up from your phone before shrugging, “yeah, sure. right now?”
sam nodded, holding up his keys. “why not?”
you stood from the couch, putting your phone into the back pocket of your jeans as you grabbed your bag from the hooks next to the door, just in case you decided to stop somewhere.
sam had his music blaring, the two of you singing along to the lyrics with wide smiles, remembering your teenage years.
you reached behind sam’s seat, reaching for your bag, the strap of it just barely out of your reach. you unbuckled your seatbelt, catching sam’s attention.
“what’re you doing?” he turned the music down, glancing over at you.
“i can’t reach my bag,” you explained, “don’t worry, it’ll just take a second.”
sam shrugged and turned the music back up as you turned in the seat, your hand grasping the bag just as the truck flipped, the impact from another vehicle sending you flying into the next lane.
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Sam Wilson telling Bucky he has to do everything he says during Black History Month and Bucky saying the same during Pride Month
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Make Me Choose
@wnterwidows asked bucky barnes or natasha romanoff
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The thing about the moon is that all the world is in love with it, though no one has ever seen it up close.
[Bucky, and the theory that Steve's on the moon | pre-TFATWS]
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Um.. hi since you said you wanted to write for a few Marvel characters I would like to request a Natasha x reader where reader is self conscious because they don't speak very well English and Nat helps them at that and reassures them :))
Paring: BF! Natasha x Reader x Bucky
Warning: Mention of blood, a bit of violence, and low self-esteem.
Words: 2, 296
Author Note: Remember request are open! I write them in the order I receive them, once I start writing, it takes about three days for me to finish. So just keep that in mind! Thank you for supporting my writing with your requests!!! 💕
It was a dark rainy afternoon, the night seemed to have arrived early, and every lightning was welcomed as it provided some kind of light. Fear traveled across your veins like a venom that paralyzed your legs. The angry roars from the sky only worsened the panic inside your body, but the survival instinct stopped you from breathing any louder in seek for air. “(Y/n). Where are you?!” You heard Tony ask for you through the ear comms, but you didn’t know how to describe the place you were in. “I don’t know,” You answered, but the truth was you did know where you were, but you didn’t know how to describe it because of your lack of vocabulary in the new language you were still trying to learn. “Try to focus,” Natasha said next but the more pressure you felt the harder it became. “I can do it on my own don’t worry,” You said, but you knew it would be difficult to find the place you came from and meet with the team when the rain had erased every step you took seconds after you had walked over the land. “You can’t always do things on your own, last time I saw you, you were badly hurt. Just describe the place the best you can, don’t let shame or pride get you,” Natasha reassures you, knowing how sometimes you had difficulties explaining yourself leading you to speak less instead of even trying to. She couldn’t blame you, she knew how embarrassing it could be to admit you had difficulties speaking another language, the idea of looking like an idiot is something she has been familiar with, and that’s why she had more patience for you than you had for yourself. “I” You stopped, to not let the others know you were on the verge of tears. Swallowing the knot in your throat you spoke with a voice slightly thicker, going unnoticed by the other Avengers except for your best friend Natasha. “I am near the old tall building, the one that keeps a light on in the night so the...um.... the thing on the sea know where the land is....” Your face felt warm, and you pressed your back against a tree, afraid any of the enemies still standing could surprise you. “You mean the ships? You’re near the lighthouse?” Bucky said, and you felt even more embarrassed, adrenaline made you forget he was on the same mission as you, and making mistakes in front of him only helped you feel more like an idiot than before. “I’m near. We can return together.” Within seconds he ran towards your direction. A bolt of lightning struck, and you screamed upon seeing Bucky silhouette, but at the moment your brain processed it was him you were able to stop yourself from shooting.
Bucky saw the wound on your leg. Knowing it would be difficult for you to keep his pace, he picked you up on his arms and ran with you to the jet. Tears ran down your cheeks, yet nobody could tell you were crying with the rain pouring over you, but you could feel the difference in temperature between your hot tears and the cold drops from the rain. Once you two made it to the jet, Steve threw his shield one last time before retrieving it, and Clint kept throwing a few arrows so those attempting to stop your escape would fail. You allowed one last tear to fall from your eye, and Natasha noticed but remained quiet in front of the team, yet to console you, she sent your way one kind smile, that you returned with another one. You shyly looked over your shoulder to Bucky, but he gave you a hard look of concern, but because of his frown you misinterpreted with anger and you looked down in embarrassment, thinking it was probably because of how dumb you kept being for not learning English.
Back in the Avenger’s compound, Wanda was waiting for the members of the team that were assigned to the mission like she always did. She considered each of you as her only family, and even if she never addressed it, through her actions she always showed how she was afraid of losing every single member of the team like she has lost the rest of the family. “Oh my God. Is (Y/n) hurt?” Wanda covered her mouth in disbelief as Bucky had to carry you once again so you could make it to the infirmary, his cold metal arm contrasting with your hot body that burnt with fever. “Buck, I’m afraid” You confessed, for the first time losing consciousness while being aware of every second. “Don’t worry, everything would be fine,” He didn’t know if you were truly going to be fine, you had lost a great amount of blood, and your skin looked shades lighter then normal. “Look, there’s something I have to tell you,” But he suddenly felt the weight on his right arm increase as your head dropped with your eyes close, “I love you,” He said to your unconscious self, and raised your head to give your forehead a gentle kiss, afraid it could be the last time he saw you alive.
The next day you woke up, but you kept your eyes close, and even though your body ached to move you remained still and calm so your heart ratio wouldn’t go up and alert those in the room you were awake. It was the quietest fight you have ever heard. “Steve, there is something that must be done!” You recognized the yell-whisper from Bucky. “She is trying as much as she can, it’s just harder for some than others,” Steve said with pity. “Because of her not knowing how to speak properly, Vision got shot. He made the bullets go through but what if it had been any of us? We don’t have Vision’s power! We could get killed, or worst, she could be the one getting kill!” “Don’t worry if I get kill,” You said, interrupting Bucky, and your broken heart beating as fast as it could making the machine scream your pain for you. “(Y/n)” Natasha made herself visible as she stood. “Guys, I need some alone time, please.” You said, and Bucky and Steve left. “How bad is it?” You asked Natasha, who was the only one who stayed, and the only one you didn’t mind. “You need antibiotics because of the infection, and the wound was suture, of course, other than that you are fine. You are a really strong girl,” Natasha said attempting to cheer you up, but you were a pessimist and said “And really dumb” “Don’t say that” She assures you. At that moment Wanda arrived, hearing you were awake made her rush to see how you were feeling, but her smile faded when she saw the tears that fell from your eyes. “I’m sure he thinks that way, especially after what he said. I’m desperate, why is it so hard for me to speak sometimes? Why I have a very small vocabulary!” Wanda sat with Nat, not having to ask who was the ‘he’ you were so worried about, knowing well who you have been in love with. “Limited” Natasha said, “Why is my vocabulary so limited. It sounds better. You know, I’ll start teaching you, we can do it simultaneously as I teach Wanda to remove her accent” Natasha suggested, “That will be nice,” You said, and Wanda showed her support by agreeing and wishing to even start right away.
From that moment on, whenever she taught Wanda to pronounce words with an American accent, she helped you be more fluent when speaking, taking away your accent as well, at the same time teaching you new words. Since you were best friends and spent most of the time together joking around, she took the opportunity to cheer you up into getting into more conversations, like asking for your drink at your favorite cafe instead of her doing it for you, and hiding every book and movie you had in your mother tongue and replacing them with English copies. But even then, she noticed your tongue still getting stuck from time to time, and your grammar failing a bit here and there, and using her spy abilities she paid close attention to you every day. You woke up and followed your basic morning routine, until meeting with her for your early workout. She heard you name the machines right, and as you both stretched, you told her the plot development of a book she gave to perfection, not even making the grammar mistakes some natives made, and if something slipped you corrected yourself immediately without difficulty. At breakfast with Wanda and Tony, you made fun of the bag of his eyes making his eyes roll and said “If I were you, I wouldn’t mess up with me, pumpkin” He said jokingly messing up with your hair, treating you like the daughter he wishes to have one day. You explained to him your concern for his health like you have done numerous times before but instead of saying “Very little sleep is bad” or “Not many sleep is wrong” you said, “Numerous heart-related diseases have shown correlation with sleep deprivation. The lack of sleep also can lead to early dementia or even Alzheimer's. Saving the world is a good cause, but saving your future health is important as well. Plus if you get sick, I doubt I’ll ever find anyone like you” You said the last part to lighten the mood. He gave you a kind smile, “There would never ever be someone greater than me, I can assure you that,” He joked, “I’ll get some rest after this.” He said and you smiled. Natasha still not finding what made you make your mistakes.
At lunch the whole team sat on the table, Steve and Tony taking the opposite extremes, Natasha sitting in front of you next to Wanda and Vision, who only kept the rest of the team company since he couldn’t eat. Thor, who has made a quick visit, sat next to Tony, and the chair that Clint would have had occupied if he had visited, remained empty as Bucky sat right next to you. It was then you avoided speaking, and suddenly you were barely making short comments whenever the conversation was directed to you, “Nat, could you...” You said pointing at the napkins and she suddenly had the idea of playing dumb to force you to speak, but knowing what was to be in your position she considered it cruel and dropped the idea, and passed you the napkins. “Hey, how’s the book you are reading, it must be very interesting since you wouldn’t stop reading” Bucky spoke softly to your side, wishing to finally be able to speak to you after you have been avoiding him while you were practicing your English with Natasha. Natasha could tell that whenever Bucky was in the room you became self-aware of everything you did, from how you looked to even how you spoke. She smiled finding it ironic how much he cared about you, and yet you were afraid of being around him because you thought he didn’t like you for not speaking right and that being the cause of your tongue getting stuck, “I, really liked it.” You said, expecting that to be enough, “You mentioned to me you loved the protagonist for his personality” Natasha said, and as she got your attention, she gave you a kind look with a gentle smile, and you could tell how she was secretly cheering you to speak. With her reassurance, you felt that you could speak everything you wished, and even with the table in silence, looking at you to hear what you had to say, you didn’t feel any pressure, “The protagonist went through a beautiful metamorphosis in which he went from hating himself for seeing every mistake, to use that same ability to fix his flaws and grow from within. And as he evolved as a person his surroundings seemed to change, until he realized nothing changed, that it had always been perfect, but that he couldn’t see the love and support from those who surrounded him, because it was himself all along that couldn’t love him. His family and loved ones never saw him as a failure, they were the first to see how amazing he was, and those small mistakes that kept him from growing were only increasing because of his insecurities. He learned, how he didn’t have to change in the first place, but only had to accept himself for who he was and be the best version of himself. What a tragic irony,” The team cheered your improvement, and they kept asking you about the book and Wanda made you promise to her she was going to be the first one you will borrow your book to. Your eyes went to Natasha and with a small gesture thanked her. Understanding what you did, she slightly nodded with a side-way smile.
Author’s Note: Wow! My first fanfic in years! I hope you guys like it. There would hopefully be a part 2 that would explore the reader's relationship with Bucky, but I wanted to still have a feeling of closure in case it doesn't happen so you guys could enjoy it! Don’t forget to show your support, and thank you for reading!
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PETER PARKER ONESHOT COMING TONIGHT!! Should I post one for Bucky Barnes..?
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Bucky: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.
y/n: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?
Natasha: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.
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