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Exploring Bucky’s Body

Bucky x GN!Reader

Description: When Bucky feels self-conscious about his scars, you take a moment to remind him how perfect he truly is

Warnings: Nonsexual nudity, hurt/comfort, Angst and fluff, insecurities, Sad!Self-Conscious!Bucky, pet names (Sweet Boy, Sweetheart, ), no y/n used, no pronouns used beyond "you"

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Bucky has been off all day.

No one else seems to see it, he’s gotten good at hiding it from most people

But you know him better than that, you can see how deep in his own head he is

The distant look in his eyes, the fact he’s even quieter than usual, the way he tenses when anyone touches him, even you

He assures you that he’s fine when you ask, that nothing’s wrong, but you know him

You decide not to bring it up again until the two of you are laying down to go to bed that night

You notice he still has a t-shirt on as he gets ready to settle in, which is strange because he almost always sleeps without a shirt on, adoring the feeling of your skin against his own

So you wrap your arms around his waist from behind, pressing a little kiss to the crook of his neck

“What’s on your mind, Sweet Boy?” you whisper. Bucky didn't look at you, “you know you can talk to me, Honey. Please, what’s wrong?”

He shrugs, avoiding your gaze

You sigh, and go to reach under his shirt to rub his back when you hear a sharp inhale

“Buck? Are you okay?”

“Don’t,” he whispers, “don’t touch them. Please.”

“Don’t touch what?”

“The scars.”

Realization hits you instantly

Bucky gets in his own head, so nervous about how others see him. How you see him.

“Bucky…” you move in front of him, sitting in his lap and taking his face in both hands, “you know I love your body…”

“Don’t act like you don’t hate them,” he murmurs, eyes still refusing to meet yours, “you don’t have to lie–”

“Ssshhh…” you wrap your arms around his neck, guiding his head to your shoulder and running your fingers through his hair, “I’m not lying. I love every part of you.”

He still won’t meet your gaze, so you decide to try something

Sliding out of his lap you softly ask, “Sweetheart, can you lay down for me?”

He cocks his head, finally looking at you, eyes full of confusion

“Just trust me, okay?”

Finally, he does as you ask and settles in bed, resting his back against the headboard

You slip off your shirt

You slip your shorts off as well, fully naked in front of him.

He’s surprised, to say the least

“Doll?”

“Would it be alright if I was on top of you?” you ask.

He nods, still confused as you straddle his hips

Your hand finds the waistband of his boxers

“Can I take these off?” you ask.

His eyes flit around, biting his lip as his body goes tense

You can see the conflict in his blue eyes, desperately wanting to be against you but also so nervous about being seen

Finally, nervously, he nods, and quietly says “yes.”

you slip them off, and his underwear is on the floor

Your hand runs along the hem of his shirt, “can I take this off?”

He pulls back, terrified to let you see him

“I promise, I won’t hurt you, Baby Boy,” you whisper, “just want to show you how perfect you are.”

He’s nervous, you can tell, but he slowly slides it off, you assisting him

Once he’s fully bare, you begin to gently run your hands along his torso

“D-Doll,” he gasps out, eyes fluttering, “don’t…”

“Shhhh, just lemme touch you,” you lean forward and kiss his cheek, “just lemme admire my Incredible boyfriend.”

Your fingertips draw shudders from his body and gasps from his lips, shocked by your gentle touch

Nothing sexual, just you dragging your fingers along every mark, every scar, every tense and taut muscle, every dip of his ribs

Exploring his body with the softest, most gentle feather-light touches

“How?” Bucky whispers, his voice full of emotion. You look up at him and see tears forming in his eyes, “how could you like touching them?”

You reach out and cup his cheek, wiping the tears with your thumb.

“Because you had to be so strong and so brave for so long, Baby,” you lean down and kiss a slash along his ribcage, causing him to gasp, “your scars reflect that. They show how hard you fought, and that you survived. You made it through, and stayed the same kind, gentle, loving man that Steve told me stories about when I first joined the team. You’re a warrior, Bucky. And these show that. They’re a part of you, and I think they’re so beautiful for that.”

He doesn’t respond, but looks up at you with eyes filled with love as you lean forward

"You're so beautiful, Bucky. Every inch of you is perfect," you whisper, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear, "I love you."

He holds your face with both hands, pulling you in for a soft kiss, tender and full of love.

“I love you too.”

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thestarkinternship · 18 days

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Whenever, Wherever

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader: One Shot (Angst)

Summary: As Bucky's nightmares about his time as The Winter Soldier continue to plague him, there is only one person who can help him through it.

Word Count: 2.5k (No mention of Y/N)

Warnings: mention of graphic violence (we know what happened to Maria and Howard), angsty! Bucky

A/N: This is loosely inspired by the chorus of the song 'Whenever, Wherever'. I don't know, I just thought it made a good writing prompt.

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“Ready to comply."

James' metal hand flexed around the accelerator of the motorcycle, giving it a tight squeeze. Its shiny edges glinted under the light of the full moon. His body moulded into the supple, leather seat like it was made for him. Still his rigid body refused to relax. The powerful engine revved as the bike shuddered to life beneath him, gearing up to go. Gas gurgled out from the exhaust, cutting through the thick silence of the quiet evening. One swift kick up on the safety bar and the bike was now fully under his strong control. Releasing the clutch, he sped off into the distant night.

Weaving through the inner-city traffic was effortless for him, the numbered streets mapped out in his mind. Standstill cars hummed patiently for the lazy traffic lights to turn green, but James didn't have time for that. Cutting through the backstreets of Washington, he quickened his pace. A light breeze swept his mass of dark hair back, exposing the heavy mask tightly secured across the lower half of his face. Each passing block was filled with clueless individuals too wrapped up in their own business to notice the mysterious stranger. The city was simply a colourful blur to James as he made his way towards the outskirts of town. Skyscrapers and apartment buildings faded into quiet suburban homes. Soon enough, the buzz of the city was long forgotten, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

James' mission was clear: retrieve the new variant of the serum. Leave no witnesses. The orders burned deep into the depths of The Winter Soldier's mind. He could think of little else as he continued on track towards his target.

The glow from the city lights faded until only the bike's headlights remained. Heavy trees hung overhead, closing in on James as they cast out the moonlight. His wheels crunched over the gravel of the barren, country path. Dirt spat out behind the tyres, leaving murky clouds that hovered in the air behind him. It was a foggy view for anyone who might be watching him.

He wasn’t far off now – his target had only a mere half an hour head start. His grip on the accelerator hardened, propelling him further into the night. The motorcycle's rumble grew until it was all James could hear.

And there it was. Just a few hundred yards ahead of him was the unmistakable red burn of a car's rear lights. It couldn't have been going more than 20mph.

Now was his time.

James made a sharp right turn, barrelling himself down into the woodland surroundings. He drove down the steep bank until he was concealed from the view of the main path. The tyres bounced across the rough earth, shaking him in his seat. His thighs squeezed against the warm bike, maintaining his grip. Gently steering around the thick tree trunks ahead of him, he slowly edged the bike forwards across the rugged ground against its will. He was parallel with the target now, but it wasn't enough. James' right knuckles bared white as his desperation to overtake them grew. Glancing down at the speedometer in front of him, his jaw hardened. He could do better than that.

Just a little more.

He didn't let up until he could no longer hear the target car's engine behind him and he was alone again. Veering upwards, the bike strained under James' demanding grasp. As he reached the edge of the treeline, James finally allowed the bike some refuge as he came to a halt. He slid the heavy bike to the pine needle floor with a soft thud. James paced forwards until he got to the road clearing. Concealing himself in the shrubs outlining the road, he froze in a poised crouch.

The Winter Soldier took a deep breath and cleared his mind. He listened out for the low hums of the fast-approaching car. At first, there was nothing but the leaves as they scratched against each other in the breeze. Exhaling, James closed his eyes and allowed his heightened senses to search his surroundings.

A delicate bird song. An owl crooned overhead. The scuttle of a wood mouse, burrowing deep into the ground. And then pounding gravel.

He could just about make out the constant switch between the gas pedal and squeaking brakes as the car grew nearer. Allowing his eyes to open, he saw long shadows form behind the trees. They stretched tall in all directions, ghostly branches curling their wicked fingers that beckoned the car forwards in his direction. The dim headlights finally broke out into the clearing ahead. James counted the passing seconds as he waited for the target to finally be in his reach.

One. Two. Three.

Springing forwards, James swiped his left arm out at the closest front tyre. A putrid, burning scent filled the air as the titanium arm sliced through the soft rubber. Vibrations rooted through the metal and spread up all the way to his shoulder. Rolling it back, he straightened himself back out. Screeching pierced his ears whilst the car rolled out of control. Tyre marks dug deep into the soft dirt as it lost its grip on the road. His eyes narrowed as the bonnet wrapped its way around a nearby tree. It finally came to a halt. A warbling alarm faded into silence, too destroyed to cry out for help. The dented metal sprang free as smoke erupted into dark clouds above him. It billowed out in the wind, travelling back towards the city James had left behind long ago.

As he approached the wreckage, he finally got a clear view of the two witnesses. A man and a woman. She was slumped back in the passenger seat, sticky blood trickling down her pale face. The seatbelt had imprinted on her fair skin, leaving a deep, maroon mark. Her shoulders were slung back into the leather, struggling to lift with each faltering breath.

The man was a different story. He convulsed as he struggled in the compressed front end of the vehicle. His hands flapped at the seatbelt as it welded itself into the trapped buckle. Rocking back and forth, his feeble attempts at escape were short lived.

Tucked away on the backseat, a shiny briefcase laid unharmed. The Winter Soldier's glare darted back and forth between that and his own reflection the window. His eyes were dark pools, his pupils dilated with greed as he locked onto the prized serum. Hard grooves across his forehead dipped down into furrowed brows. Sweat silently dripped down past his mask and onto the floor.

He watched as his metal arm flexed in the window, before colliding with the reinforced glass. Tiny shards shattered out in every possible direction. They littered the floor and turned to dust under James' heavy steps. Cracks splintered through the pieces still clinging onto the window frame. With the barrier gone, he was brought face to face with his witnesses.

Howard Stark's pleading eyes flickered between James and his dying wife. His face softened at the sight of this shadowed stranger who just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Someone had come to save them.

"Help... my wife." His deep voice choked.

The Winter Soldier stayed silent, the only noise from the witnesses’ exasperated breaths. Howard dipped his head level to the window to get a better look at his saviour.

The hope in his voice was soon replaced by dread as he finally recognised the man standing before him. "Sergeant Barnes?"

There was no more time for games. James curled his metal fingers into a tight fist. Built up rage flowing through the titanium as he brought his heavy arm down on Howard's face.

Bucky jolted up in the darkness. It engulfed him like an endless void. Robbed of his sight, Bucky had never felt as lost as he did in that second. His heart pounded with each rapid breath, fighting to get out of his bare chest. The heavy exhales filled the quiet room. Around his neck, the wartime dog tags tinkered against each other, leaving a ringing in his ears. The chain rubbed against the back of his neck. The metal links melted into his skin with his body heat, and small beads of sweat slid down the cool metal before dropping onto the surface around him. He grasped out in the darkness, feeling nothing but fistfuls of clammy bedsheets. The cotton material swaddling his body reminded him of where he truly was. He was at home. He was safe. The nightmare was over, but disturbing images still lingered in the stiff, summer air of the hot bedroom.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Bucky began to make out shadowed shapes in the room surrounding him. He spared a glance at your sleeping body next to him. Wrapped up in the soft sheets, you looked so peaceful letting out faint snores as you slept blissfully unaware of Bucky's late-night turmoil. Leaning down, he planted a soft kiss on your head. Murmuring softly, you rolled over but thankfully didn't stir.

Gripping the mattress with shaky hands, he planted unstable legs on the wooden floor. Bucky inched himself off of the bed as not to disturb you. Pacing across the room to the window, he carefully wedged it open. Bucky clutched onto the window ledge, his fingertips tracing over the soft grooves in the woodwork. He focused on the patterns whilst his harsh breaths struggled to return to their normal rhythm. A midnight breeze blew into the room, tickling along his hardened jawline until his red face cooled. The streetlamps flooded the bedroom. Distant sirens and soft chatter drifted in from the busy Brooklyn streets down below, bringing Bucky completely back to reality as relief washed over him.

"Bucky? Are you awake?" Your tiny voice whispered out of nowhere.

He rocked on his heels to face you. Your delicate features were lit up by a sliver of moonlight that streamed in from the open blinds. Even in the low lighting, Bucky could see how your sleepy expression distorted into one of concern from the moment he turned around.

"I'm fine. I was just a little warm. I wanted some fresh air." He sighed.

Bucky steadied his agitated body. The floorboards creaked under the heavy weight of his body and mind as he made his way back towards your bed. He clambered under the sheets, sliding his body next to yours

"Are you okay? You feel flushed," worry settled in your voice as you pressed a small hand against his chest, "your heart's beating like crazy."

Bucky let out a sigh.

"You had another nightmare." You stated, rather than questioning.

"He was back. The Winter Soldier. I was him again." He whispered.

You turned until you were face to face. Reaching out in the darkness, you pulled him in close until his face was buried in the crook of your shoulder. Bucky's arms fell limp in your lap as he just allowed you to hold him.

Your round eyes drooped with sympathy. "You know you don't have to keep anything from me. I'm always going to be here for you, Buck."

Salty tears collected in his tired eyes before silently glided down his face. His body went rigid in an attempt to mask his feelings. Bucky pressed his face harder into your mass of tangles, breathing in the light scent of shampoo. His shoulders jerked with every fallen tear. He always hated it when you saw him like this.

Sitting up in the bed, you cradled Bucky's contorted face in your palms. His bottom lip quivered as he was unable to supress his upset any longer. The tears broke out into continuous stream down his face. You wiped a thumb across the bags under his eyes that had accumulated from too many similar sleepless nights, sweeping away his tears.

"Oh, Bucky," you crooned, wrapping your arms around his shaking body, "talk to me about it."

"It was the night I killed Tony's parents." His voice cracked, muffling against your shoulder.

"What happened?"

"I was trying to get the Super Soldier serum. I was back on my old motorcycle, tracking them down. God, it felt so real. I could feel Howard's skull beneath my hand. It broke under my fist. His head cracked open and there was so much blood. I couldn't get it off of me. It was trapped in the hollows of vibranium in my arm. I swear, I could feel it seeping into my body. I still can." Bucky cried.

Tongue clicking, your kind heart broke for him. Rubbing a hand up and down his back, you allowed him to weep until there were no more tears left for him to cry. Bucky's sobs eventually faded into muffled sniffles.

"That wasn't you," you reassured, "you're not that person anymore."

"I can't escape him. The Winter Soldier - he's always going to be there." Bucky exasperated.

"He took up a big part of your life," you murmured softly, "he won't disappear from you straight away, you know that right? I can't pretend to understand what you went through in those times, but I'm always going to do my best. I'm always here to listen and support you as much as I possibly can."

Bucky's face fell and he confided in his love. "I'm sorry if it seems like I'm pushing you away. You shouldn't have to do this for me, and it makes me feel guilty."

Gently, you tilted his chin up to look into his scared eyes. "Do you remember those vows we made two years ago?"

"For better or for worse." He recalled. Like he could ever forget the happiest day of his life.

"Exactly. For better or for worse. That includes your past as The Winter Soldier. No matter how long ago it happened, these feelings are bound to surface, and we've just got to work through them when they do. It'll take time, but what's time to a 107-year-old super soldier?"

Bucky's dry lips curled up into a small smile for the first time since he'd awoken. You always knew exactly what to say to cheer him up, even in the worst of times.

“I love you." He breathed.

"I love you too," you leant back into the mattress on your side, opening your arms to him, "now, come here."

Bucky obliged, pulling the warm duvet around you both. You hooked an arm under his neck, draping the other over his side in a tight embrace. Your fingertips traced the raised lettering of his silver dog tags whilst you spooned his worn-out body. Running your other hand through the soft peaks of his hair, you uncombed the knots that had gathered with his constant tossing and turning. Bucky lulled in the comfort of your soothing movements, finding peace with the gentle motion. His breathing slowed as he finally succumbed to sleep. This time was much more pleasant than the last. You lazily peppered small kisses along the back of his shoulder and neck, until your lips hovered around his ear.

"Everything's going to be okay. You're going to be okay." You whispered.

"Whenever?" He mumbled.

"Wherever. We're meant to be together." You affirmed. "I'll be there."

"You'll be near?" Bucky begged.

"That's our deal, my dear."

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3twindragons · 6 months

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latent-thoughts · 1 year

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You: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Loki: Not if they consent to it.

Bucky: Depends who you’re stabbing.

Steve: YES?!?

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pinkiebieberpie · 8 months

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a…jealous Bucky mood board…? 👀

Thank you <3

thank you for the request, i hope you like it <33

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kitsune024 · 2 months

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Stucky Fics

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Operation Hindsight by @dcangstfiction I Chapters 24/24 I Completed Time Travel Fix-It, Bucky & Winter Soldier, Dehumanization, Captain America Sam, Alternate Timelines. BAMF Bucky Barnes

Bucky and Sam follow Jack Rollins through time from 2024 to 2014. Armed with knowledge of the future, Rollins wants to make sure Project Insight succeeds and Hydra rules the world. Bucky and Sam take on the challenge of stopping him and preserving their timeline. To do that, Bucky has to take on the Winter Soldier.

The Life, Death, and Resurrection of James Buchanan Barnes by @dcangstfiction I Chapters 35/35 I Completed Winter Soldier Bucky, Bucky Barnes, Recovering, Multiverse, Alternate Universe - Canon, BAMF Bucky, Time Travel, Amnesia, Epic Bromance, Whump

One day in 2012, Steve Rogers encounters a doppelgänger of himself who says three words that change everything: "Bucky is alive." This is a story about friendship that survives war, tragedy, and the devastation of time. It eases into things with a glimpse of two friends growing up together in the 20s and 30s. It then goes DARK (mind the tags). Darkness doesn't last forever, though. It yields to light. COMPLETE. Thanks to Fictitious for beta-reading!

Avalanche by MuzzledRavings I Chapters 19/19 I Completed Winter Soldier Bucky, Secret Identity, CEO Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Remembers

When an experiment to improve the effectiveness of the Winter Soldier’s supersoldier serum is a little too successful, James regains his mind and his memories. After breaking free from HYDRA’s grasp, he finds the world is infested with HYDRA. Desperate for purpose, he puts the muzzle of the Winter Soldier back on to fight against his old tormentors from the shadows. When New York is attacked by aliens, the masked Avengers assemble. Not knowing who this new superhero team truly works for, James tries to find out while still hunting HYDRA. When it becomes clear to him that the Avengers can’t be trusted, he decides the best way to protect the world is to do it himself. So, the Winter Soldier founds a terrorist organization. TL;DR: The Winter Soldier founds a terrorist* organization *Terrorism subject to interpretation

Avengers: Search for the Winter Soldier by Wolverine6Claws I Chapters 58/? I Winter Soldier Bucky, Psychologists & Psychiatrists, Psychological Torture, Emotionally Repressed, Body Horror, Brainwashing, Aftermath of Violence, Rape Aftermath, Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, Borderline Personality Disorder, Hydra Bucky, Past Bucky Barnes/Natasha

Steve Rogers was adamant about finding his friend whom he thought had died decades earlier. Seeing Bucky behind the Winter Soldier's mask had stunned Steve. His mind had been reeling at the time, but now he was totally focused and committed to finding Barnes and helping him regain his identity. The Avengers team agrees to help him do just that.

paint me as the villain by TheCockyUndead I Chapters 21/21 I Completed Bucky & Clint Friendship, Manipulative Nick Fury, Blood and Torture, Past Torture, Steve & Tony

Out of everyone that could have captured the Winter Soldier, Fury hadn't expected to be the one to do so. But he didn't question it. After all, who was he to argue when a sharpened weapon was given to him?

Kill Strike Trigger by llethe I Chapters 17/17 I Completed Gen or Pre-Slash, Bucky/Natasha, Bucky & Sam, Bucky Remembers, Steve/Sharon implied, Hydra, World Travel, SHIELD

Rumlow actually smiles and crackles “our puppet, like you,” his voice so quiet and the words so distorted that Barnes just barely makes them out. He tells himself that they’re just words, and they’re just words designed to elicit an emotional response. It’s been just two months; there’s nothing HYDRA could have done by now, to make those words true. Right? A story of how far three people will go to bring Steve Rogers home -- and of how far HYDRA will go to bring home their Winter Soldier.

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Falling and The Fallen by @iamshadow21 BAMF Bucky, Soul-Searching, SHIELD Agent Bucky, Post-World War II, 20th Century, Amnesia, AU- Different First Meeting, AU- Canon Divergence

You're in some kind of convalescent home in New York when you're visited by two men in uniform. Captain Steve Rogers, killed in action, they say, and that's how you learn his name. An AU where Bucky Barnes falls and is found by the Howling Commandos.

what departs at death by magdaliny World War II

Steve breathes a sigh of relief. Instead of giving in to his impulse to shout invective, to demand to know why Bucky broke camp without telling anyone, why he keeps doing that, Steve says: “Who you talking to, Buck?” Bucky pats something on the ground and shifts his leg.

Running Through My Veins (An American Masquerade) by @cheesethesecond Winter Soldier Foreshadowing, World War II, Implied/Referenced Torture, Hurt/Comfort

For all Steve’s bravado, his disregard and his blind determination, Bucky knows that neither of them thought they’d end up here—Bucky, with a body full of poison and secrets, a head full of landmines; Steve, with the weight of a nation on his newly-formed shoulders; both of them, with eyes for each other first. At least that part isn’t new. [Or, Bucky Barnes, from the rescue to the Commandos.]

Keep You Going Through the Show by Lauralot Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Pain, Implied/Referenced, Torture, Self-Harm, Blood, Gore, HYDRA Trash Party

The first time Bucky breaks his fingers, Steve thinks nothing of it.

Fulcrum by @laporcupina World War II, Military, keeping an eye on Steve is sometimes a thankless business, POV Bucky Barnes

Bucky really wishes that Steve understood all of the ways that this wasn't a back alley in Brooklyn, that this was war, and that he had a half-dozen men who would follow him to hell but he could try a little harder to keep those excursions to a minimum.

they came in by the dozens by orphan_account Captain America: The First Avenger, World War II, Canon-Typical Violence, War is hell and they're just trying to get through it, Team as Family

“Y’know,” Dugan gestures vaguely, “senators, war profiteers, generals. Big men don’t care if a few of us get blown up as long as we win the battle.” “Yeah,” Jones joins in, “we do the fightin’, they get the glory, and don’t care what else happens as long as they get their name on the front page.”

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Blue-eyed matador by @flamingo-queen-writes I Part 1-2 I slow burn Bucky/Clint, Steve/Sam, Mute Bucky, Asset Bucky, Implied/Referenced HYDRA Trash Party, Canon Divergence - Post-Avengers, Kinda dark to start out, Dehumanization The Claws That Catch by MuzzledRavings I Part 1-2 I Completed Amnesiac Bucky, BAMF Bucky, AU - Canon Divergence, BAMF Tony, Avenger Bucky The Hollows by ealcynn I Part 1-4 I Standard Winter Soldier Warnings, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, hydra All Life's Evils by @bridge-agent I Part 1-2 I Past Winter Soldier/Natasha, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha, Action/Adventure, Drama

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I've Heard That Song Before by @pokimoko I Chapters: 10/10 I Completed World War II, Minor Peggy/Steve, Winter soldier Bucky meets the Howling Commandos, Time Travel Winter of the White Wolf by @klecrone I Chapters: 75/? I Winter Soldier Bucky, White Wolf Bucky, Captain America Sam, BAMF Dora Milaje, Post-Canon Fix-It, Wakanda, Friendship

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Bucky and Sam in 1946 by @dcangstfiction I Part 1-2 I James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, Time Travel, AU - Canon Divergence, 1940s, BAMF Bucky, Alternate Timelines, Period-Typical Racism, Period-Typical Sexism

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beforewedriftawayy · 8 days

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14 hand written letters from Bucky Barnes! 5 different scenarios to choose from!! Message me for 10% OFF!

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narcissisticmf · 1 year

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training session | bucky barnes x gn!reader

request: "Hey congrats on the 1k!! Am I okay to request “I hate you” “no you don’t” with Bucky please" from anonymous & like ten other ppl

description: when bucky and y/n are training, things get intense.

trigger warnings: violence, fighting, fluff, cheeky!reader, weapon usage, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: <1k

Swinging your dagger through the air, Bucky continued to step back dodging each one of your strikes. The air was brisk in the training room, inside the Avengers Compound. Despite the chill temperature, sweat trickled down along the sides of your face and the bridge of your nose.

You stepped forth and let out a subtle grunt as you swung the dagger across the space between you and Bucky, making a clank against his metal arm.

"Nice try, doll," Bucky grinned as you scoffed and rolled your eyes.

Using your parted lips, you released a huff of air to blow the hair away from your eyes. Breathing for less than a minute, Bucky took advantage of your vulnerable state and lunged forward with a fist clenched at his metal hand. You gripped his cold fist with your gloved hand and pushed him back, striking your foot to his knee.

He let out a gravely yelp and stumbled backward.

"Aw, what's the matter?" You cooed, "Did the big bad man get hurt?"

"I hate you," Bucky grumbled as he attempted to stand up straight.

"No, you don't," You grinned mischievously, "Not yet at least."

Bucky's eyes squinted with curiosity as you gripped onto your dagger and continued swinging it from left to right. A cold grip was felt against your wrist as your movements were stopped by a harsh hold upon you. You smiled through heavy breaths as Bucky harshly pushed your back.

You stumbled amongst the foam mat. "Time," You patted your wrist and tried to catch your breath, your chest rose and fell rapidly as Bucky's did the same.

"A little advice, sweetheart," Bucky started as he walked over towards the bench to grab his water bottle. "Try to keep a balance between using your hands and feet," He spoke breathlessly as you stared at him. "You don't wanna strain too much of one thing," He finished and took a long sip from his bottle.

"Good to know," You replied and grabbed your own drink, chugging down the cold liquid.

Bucky placed his water down and looked at you with a tight-lipped grin. "Ready to continue?"

"Always ready," You swallowed the last gulp of water and tossed your bottle to the side before picking up your dagger.

You released a gentle breath and held a strong grip to the handle of your weapon. Wielding the sharp knife, you swung it towards Bucky as he effortlessly gripped onto your wrist again. You smirked subtly and slammed your knee into his groin. He grunted, falling against the mat on both his knees, with a hand putting pressure against the spot at which you so aggressively struck.

"Y/N/N, what the hell?" Bucky groaned and looked up to you with dilated pupils.

"What? You said to use balance between my hands and legs," You smiled as he sighed with discomfort raging through the rest of his body.

Bucky released a whine, "Now, I really hate you."

a/n: hi cuties!! this prompt for bucky was HIGHLY requested and this was the first thing i could think of to where the statement would take place! i hope you liked it. thank you again so much for 1k!! i love you all so much and thank you for taking part in my event! — angelina.

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amarriageoftrueminds · 11 months

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it's so understated how in 2015 marvel had a shakeup for who was in charge of their stories in both comics and film and after those changes Bucky's character began to effectively be scuttled and written out of his original stories and his character arcs cut short/removed/or completely undone... DESPITE CATWS(2014)'s critical & popular success in not only adapting Bucky but also making him even more important to the main story and elevating his character and setting up a big character arc...

but post-2015 apparently hated this newfound popularity and elevation of the character and independently decided to "punish" him in both movies and comics and knock him off the "A-lister" category and turn him into a non-entity in the story and even general fanbases

MCU Bucky's "knock off the pedestal" was egregious since his character arc only got setup before 2015 happened, but comic Bucky's "punishment" from powers-that-be is egregious in that years of character development and arcs and storylines he had were rendered moot and meaningless as post-2015 marvel regressed his character back into the Winter Soldier in nearly every way (which gets worse as time goes on) and effectively turned him into a fanonized version of himself in the eyes of a super casual fan who knows Bucky as a Nazi assassin (since post-2015 Marvel insists on presenting his exploitation by Hydra that way)

since 2015, both comics and film Marvel took a character that was either set up to be or already was a core part of the cast and was expected or already had a massive character arc that spans years, and then pushed that character out of the main story, decided that his important in Steve's life need to be diminished lest he takes up too much space in the canon, decided that someone enslaved by Nazis can't be a hero or have a compelling story moving on from that trauma, and just shoves him into side character/team role or out-of-character antagonist depending on what role they frivolously decide to write him as for the run/project

I almost wish SebStan would fuck some preposterous A-lister just so that they could be made to eat their words by actually treating his character properly.

(Or, at this point, just with basic respect. It is shocking to see the difference in how even Cevans is treated versus stars like RDJ who had so much creative control and clout in regards to screentime & content.)

And what they're doing to comics is genuinely horrifying because the whole point was to keep those two separate so that an important medium wouldn't be tainted by a shitty adaption. Now the comics are warped and twisted, clipped and pruned, to fit the shitty adaption.

#mcu critical #it's about the homophobia #sebstan pls fuck tom cruise or brad pitt or someone do it for the fans seb #toAyourQ #dat's me #hey nonny #bucky barnes #bucky meta #meta #mcu #mcu meta #comics bucky #mcu bucky #the one insulted by the other until the insult becomes normal #everything I hear about current comics-bucky makes me want to track down the writers responsible and personally dick punch them #my meta

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jasontoddsmommyissues · 1 year

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I can’t believe it’s been 9 years since Sebastian Stan invented babygirlism

#what a trailblazer for pathetic fictional men #mcu #bucky #sad baby hobo kitten #Sebastian Stan #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #Bucky barnes #winter Soldier #catws #Captain America: the winter soldier #Captain America the winter soldier #Captain America #Captain America trilogy #the winter soldier #mcu bucky barnes #mcu bucky #james buchanan barnes

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maxwell03 · 1 year

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Uh, respectfully- 🧎🏻‍♂️

I'm so gay for these fine ass men ✋🏻😭

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strawberrybuchanan · 2 years

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fanart de bucky met gala

me encantó este fanart de bucky 😭

créditos

#bucky #bucky barnes #bucky fanart #bucky barnes fanart #james barnes #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #marvel #mcu #mcu bucky #mcu bucky barnes #winter soldier #fanart de bucky #fanart de bucky barnes #soldado del invierno #universo cinematográfico de marvel #soy nueva síganme :)

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3twindragons · 6 months

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delicatenightfury · 1 year

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"You wanna try that again, sweetheart?"

2021 Month of Writing: Day 11

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x LeBeau!reader

Prompt:

Word Count: 1,613

Author's Note: please don't steal my work! you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work

Y/N groaned as she woke up. Her head was pounding in her skull, making her wince. She slowly sat up and took in her surroundings. She seemed to be in a large cell of some kind. She couldn’t see much thanks to the horrible lighting. But one thing did catch her attention.

“Bucky!”

She shuffled over to where he lay on the ground. She quickly scanned him for injuries, thankful when she didn’t find any. She shook him, tapping his face to try and wake him.

“Bucky, come on. Wake up.” She couldn’t help but smile when he groaned. She ran her fingers through his short hair. “There we go. Come on, Buck.”

Bucky slowly opened his eyes, first making contact with Y/N’s.

“Y/N?”

“I’m here,” she replied.

“Where are we?”

“That part I don’t know.” She helped him sit up. “The lighting isn’t helping much.”

Bucky looked around, frowning. The two stood up and began checking for a way out. The bars at the door were thick and the door was locked shut. Y/N checked all of her pockets, pausing when they were empty. She didn’t even have a bobby pin.

“What is it?” Bucky asked.

“All of my pockets are empty.” She looked at him. “Someone searched me and got rid of everything I had on me.”

Bucky checked his own pockets.

“Same here. And they took my jacket.”

Y/N’s mind raced, trying to think of where they could be. They had just wrapped up a visit with Sam and his family and were on their way back to their apartment near the city. She remembered being stopped at a light or something when the car started filling up with some kind of knockout gas.

“Whoever grabbed us obviously wanted us alive or else they wouldn’t use knockout gas,” Bucky said.

“And they knew us well enough to clear us of anything we could use to escape,” Y/N muttered.

Her eyes widened when she thought of something.

“What?”

“The Assassins Guild.” She looked at Bucky. “A rival guild in New Orleans. They must have figured out I was back in town and waited until I was out of Thieves’ territory before making a move.”

“Well done, Y/N.”

Y/N and Bucky shot into ready positions, scanning the room. Bucky tapped Y/N’s shoulder and pointed to a speaker and camera in the corner. Suddenly, a screen lit up on one of the walls, revealing a familiar face.

“It’s good to see you again,” the woman said.

“What do you want, Bella Donna?” Y/N called.

“No ‘hello?’ Y/N, I’m surprised by your manners.”

“My manners went out the window the minute you kidnapped us. Now what do you want?”

“The same thing I’ve always wanted. The Thieves out of our way and my husband back.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, sweetheart, but Remy is happily married and with the X-men. He won’t be coming back here to you.”

“He will after he sees this video. You’re being recorded live and it’s being broadcast not only to the Thieves Guild, but also to your friend, Captain America. They know that if they try to interfere, we’ll kill you both.”

“Remy still isn’t going to fall into this, Bella.”

The woman laughed.

“No? He will when he sees you’re in danger.”

“Against the Assassins? They all know we can handle you.”

“Oh, not us. Him. Recognize this?”

She lifted up a red notebook. Y/N felt Bucky stiffen slightly next to her. They both knew what that book contained.

“Where did you get that?” Y/N shouted.

“We may be Assassins, darling, but we know how to get our hands on things.” She opened the book to a marked page. “Shall we begin?”

Y/N looked at Bucky. They both knew what was about to happen. Y/N stepped toward Bucky, wrapping him in a hug.

“Tout ira bien, poupée,” he said, kissing her head. (“It’s going to be okay, doll.”)

Y/N smiled just slightly. French was her second language, having grown up in New Orleans, so speaking it was a comfort. Hearing it coming from Bucky at that moment though was bittersweet.

“Je sais,” she replied. (“I know.”) And she did know that. But the next few minutes were going to be tough either way. “Je t’aime.” (“I love you.”)

“Желание. Ржавый. Семнадцать.” (“Longing. Rusted. Seventeen.”)

Bucky winced with every word. Y/N didn’t have to be looking to tell that Bella Donna had a smirk on her face. Her Russian wasn’t the best, but it would do the trick.

“Tout ira bien,” Y/N said to Bucky.

“Рассвет. Печь.” (“Daybreak. Furnace.”)

He kept his eyes on her for as long as he could before shutting them, as if that would shut the words out of his ears. Y/N held back tears, but a few fell down her cheeks.

“Девять. Добросердечный. Возвращение на Родину.” (“Nine. Benign. Homecoming.”)

“Tout ira bien.”

Bucky shouted and pushed Y/N away from him. He went to the door and began punching at the steel. Y/N was surprised it didn’t give way at the first punch. Bella Donna must have upgraded her cells.

“Один. Товарный вагон.” (“One. Freight car.”)

Bucky stopped moving. Y/N’s breath hitched as he stood straight, arms down by his sides.

“Солдат?” Bella Donna called through the speaker. (“Soldier?”)

“Я жду приказов.” (“Ready to comply.”)

Y/N felt a chill go up her spine at those words.

“Kill Y/N LeBeau.”

Bucky turned around, a cold stare on his face.

“Bucky, you don’t have to do this,” she said. He slowly walked toward her, like a predator approaching his prey. She moved to the side, so they began circling on another. “You don’t have to listen to her.”

“Oh, but he does,” Bella Donna taunted. “He’s under my control. Now attack!”

Bucky launched forward, immediately throwing a punch at her head. Y/N ducked out of the way, using his momentum against him to put distance between them. She almost winced when Bucky landed against the barred door. She knew she could never beat him in strength, so she needed to use her agility. But the two trained together enough for Bucky to know that. Y/N also couldn’t decide if she was thankful or not that Bella Donna hadn’t put any weapons in the room with them.

The two met each other head on, launching attacks against one another. They went back and forth, every now and then landing a blow. Y/N knew this fight was going to have to end soon. She couldn’t waste all of her energy.

She turned quickly and kicked Bucky in the side. He grunted, glaring slightly at her. When she tried to attack again, he grabbed her arm. With them now connected, he pushed her back into the wall. His metal arm was pressed against her throat while his other arm and legs kept the rest of her body still. She stared up at him, gasping slightly as he put pressure on her neck.

He leaned close to her face, his breath gently fanning over her cheek and ear.

“Дверь слабенькая. Еще один удар должен сделать это,” he whispered. “Хочешь попробовать еще раз, милая?” (“The door is weak. One more hit should do it. You wanna try that again, sweetheart?”)

“Я готов, если ты готов.” (“I’m ready if you are.”)

He nodded slightly, causing her to smile.

“What are you waiting for?” Bella Donna said, obviously annoyed. “Kill her!”

Y/N felt his grip loosen. She broke free and kicked him as hard as she could in the side. Bucky flew to the side, landing against the door and causing it to come unhinged. Y/N grinned. She jumped over Bucky and raced down the hall. She knew the facility well enough to have an idea where she was going. A quick glance over her shoulder told her that Bucky was back on his feet and following her.

Y/N heard more footsteps up ahead. She pressed herself against the wall, smirking to herself. As soon as one of the Assassins came into view, she attacked, knocking him out and taking his weapon. She quickly took down the rest as Bucky caught up to her. She handed him one of the guns.

“How?” Bella Donna groaned from her spot on the ground. She glared up at Bucky and Y/N. “Those words control the Winter Soldier.”

“Not anymore,” Bucky said.

Y/N knelt down in front of Bella Donna.

“Remy is not going to be coming here,” she said. “He’s not yours, so leave him alone. And if you ever come after either of us again, you’re going to live to regret it, Bella. We took down all of your guards without a problem, and that’s just with two of us. Things will be worse next time.”

Y/N knocked Bella Donna out, smirking slightly when her body collapsed. She turned to Bucky, who was smiling at her.

“You took too much pleasure out of that, didn’t you?”

“Probably. Not like she didn’t deserve it. My brother’s already married to someone he loves more than anything, so there’s no way he’d come back here for her desperate pain in the ass. Plus she just kidnapped us and tried to get you to kill me.”

Bucky picked up the red notebook.

“What do you say we get out of here and burn this thing?”

“And on the way, I’ll call my family and Sam to reassure them we’re okay. Don’t need the Thieves Guild and Captain America showing up and thinking we’ve killed each other.”

#month of writing #writing prompt #Bucky barnes #Bucky x reader #mcu bucky #Lebeau!reader #x-men

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