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summary: Perfect moments with their best girl.

word count: 5.5k ooooopsie

warnings: nothing, tooth-rotting fluff because these two deserve the world, kissing, two big, strong men being softies for their girl, but also sometimes in overprotective mode, reader is described as shorter than them, allusion to smutty smut and lingerie, short make-out session, an ex is making a short appearance, not entirely proofread

author’s note: I’ve never written something for Stucky, but thanks to tumblr, I’ve shipped them for a very long time and had to do this, so here we are. Don’t hate me for this being utter shit, thanks.

* * *

Sunny days were her favorites. So, sunny days were naturally entirely reserved for her when everyone had gotten time off missions. When the weather forecast predicted sunny days ahead, Steve and Bucky did everything to try and get these days off, especially when the weeks lying behind them had been filled with rain and clouds.

Their best girl was a vitamin D junkie, so they became vitamin D junkies as well.

Her sigh, full of contentment, let hearts flutter as Bucky watched the woman they loved bathing in the warming rays of sunshine, his shades perched on her pretty nose. Nothing of her wasn’t pretty, especially when the sun tickled her skin and let her seem as radiant as the burning star itself.

She had her arms crossed under her head, an opened novel resting on her slowly moving chest, her pretty lips slightly parted, and her eyes closed behind the tinted glass. At the sight of her relaxed state of mind, cruel but crucial missions finally somewhere in the very back of her head, Bucky couldn’t stop himself. Staring wasn’t enough to satisfy his craving at that particular moment, and he bent his head to press a sweet kiss to her even sweeter-tasting lips, humming in amusement at the little gasp leaving her mouth before she herself hummed in contentment and kissed him back.

“What was that for?” YN asked, eyes now opened to stare up at the handsome brunet looming over her as he still was propped up on his arm right next to her on the picnic blanket they had placed somewhere in Central Park near the lake. He started playing with strands of her hair and shrugged one shoulder, a breathtaking smile slowly stretching over his face, even reaching his pretty blue eyes and making them sparkle with happiness. “Nothin’, doll. Just felt like kissin’ ya,” Bucky mumbled close to her lips after he had bent down again, but Steve’s voice made him stop a mere millimeter apart from her. “Already startin’ without me even though I got’ya some food and iced coffee on my way here? Rude.” But his smile told something else.

Pushing Bucky off of her with a hand pressed against his chest, YN reached up as soon as the blond super soldier had knelt on their blanket and tangled her fingers in the neckline of his light blue shirt. “He started,” she whispered conspiratorially with a giggle, well knowing that the other super soldier could hear her words just perfectly. His quiet scoff just underlined it. But Steve only grinned happily and obliged without so much as a second thought as YN pulled him downward to her face and kissed him Hello. “You said something about iced coffee, if I remember correctly?” He hummed in approval and reached for the paper cup holder to get her current favorite summer drink. “Couldn’t let you enjoy the day without it.” Another kiss came close after before his blue eyes followed YN’s movements as she grabbed the cup, took a deep sip, and lay back down again, snuggling closer into Bucky’s chest.

Steve followed close by, putting down the food and the other two drinks he had gotten for them, and settled on her other side onto the blanket, his long legs stretched out and crossed at his ankles. Bucky smiled at him over their best girl’s body and couldn’t stop himself from bending over YN to press a gentle kiss to Steve’s cheek, grinning at the blush creeping up into his cheeks, still not used to the openly shown affection from either of them. It was like a dream, and he loved how his life had turned—how all their lives had turned.

YN had watched her two lovesick men with a gentle smile before littering both their handsome faces with kisses until it was her who was showered in kisses, turning her into a giggling mess underneath the sun. They ignored every single look thrown their way, not caring for the people and their silly thoughts because they were as happy as probably humanely possible. They bathed in her adorable sounds, savored every single touch of her skin, and every single look and smile she showed them.

“How’s our sun girl today,” Steve mumbled against her lips, feeling Bucky’s fingers carding through his hair and YN’s thumb caressing his cheek, her smiling lips pressing almost open-mouthed kisses to his. “Perfectly and utterly content.” It was only a sighed whisper, but it was enough to make both their hearts flutter again. It still was a somewhat adrenaline rush to realize how happy they made this woman, how lucky they’ve been that she loved them both, just as they both loved her. It still continued to blow their minds how open they could be nowadays, how little the majority of people cared when they saw the trio strolling through the city, sharing kisses, holding hands, walking as closely next to one another as possible. Sometimes, Steve just had to think that all this was nothing but a dream and that he would wake up any minute now, back in his sickly body and his loved ones entirely out of reach.

“Hey.”

Bucky drew him out of his mind and back to their cozy little spot in Central Park, blue eyes meeting blue eyes, dark brows worryingly drawn together. The blond super soldier only shook his head slightly, a smile tucking at the corner of his mouth as he looked from one worried face to another, swiftly pressing easing kisses to both their cheeks. “It’s alright. I’m okay. Jus’ tired and too much in my head. Wanna try one of these loaded donuts I found on my way?” YN squealed at that and sat up faster than both men would’ve considered possible, smiling at one another behind her back before following close to at least get a single bite of those treats before they vanished right before their eyes.

Sometimes, this woman really blew their minds.

* * *

It was already dark outside; the night stretching across the window-covered wall of their shared room at the compound, and the moon shining brightly into the dimly lit bedroom. Steve was lying on his side of the massive and custom-manufactured bed Tony had gifted them last Christmas after he had been tired of hearing YN groan and whine about the little space she had between two buffed super soldiers. Now, she was sprawled like a cute little sea star over him and the rest of the bed, almost seemingly covering every bit and appearing a lot taller than she actually was compared to the two men she called the loves of her life. Steve sometimes had to ask himself how she managed to cover basically every inch of the bed while also being sprawled atop their bodies, and some nights even managed to fall out of the bed.

This woman was an enigma to him, but Steve loved her even more for that. It didn’t matter that some nights he felt a foot or an elbow in his ribs or that Bucky always woke him when he single-handedly manhandled YN back into her designated spot of their bed without paying attention to where Steve was sleeping. Even if he could change everything, he wouldn’t change a single thing. This was what he’d always wanted back in the days, what he envied people for. It simply was perfection.

One of his large hands softly and lovingly drew indescribable patterns on YN’s partly exposed skin, his other hand holding the novel he was currently reading after she had bought it during one of their many dates in the city. It was her love language—picking books and gifting them. And Steve happily obliged and started reading it right away. His eyes couldn’t leave the words on the pages, already deeply enraptured by the story unfolding in front of his eyes, head sometimes dipping to his right to press a gentle kiss to the crown of her head. Her slow but deep breathing was the only sound except for his in the room, and in his eyes, it was the only thing he’d ever need in his life—that and Bucky’s heartbeat next to hers when they all drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, he felt YN moving more in her sleep, her fingers grasping his shirt like a lifeline, and a small whimper escaped her lips, brows deeply furrowed. He let the book rest on the blanket thrown over both of them and started humming the tune of one of her favorite songs while also pressing feather-light kisses to her forehead, trying to pull her unconsciousness out of the bad dream and back to something bright and joyful. And it worked like a charm, just as it always did, and soon, YN rested unmoving against his chest again, her breathing back to the long deep breaths of deep slumber.

Steve picked up his book where he had left off, only to let his motion stop midair as his eyes found Bucky leaning against the doorframe, watching his two people with a small smile on his lips. “Bad dream again?” The blond nodded and put the book on the nightstand. “They come and go as they please.” Bucky had more experience with them than he had, so he just nodded in understanding and walked over to them. His duffel bag leaned against the wall as he sat down on Steve’s bedside, hands finding together and holding tightly onto one another. The brunet kissed the blond first before pressing a lingering kiss to YN’s forehead, sighing deeply as their familiar scent enveloped him and soothed his mind. “I’m too tired to take a shower, but she’ll tell me a piece of her mind when she wakes up and realizes I climbed into bed in my tactical gear,” Bucky groaned quietly, head resting at Steve’s shoulder, but then chuckled and pushed himself back up after he had felt a kiss to his temple. The Rogers grinned at that.

Yes, they were decades-old super soldiers and fought off the most dangerous people on this planet, but they feared the wrath of this tiny, delicate woman more than anything else in this world. And they never liked to upset her in the first place.

“Just a quick rinse. It’ll make you feel better,” Steve nudged Bucky gently and smiled lovingly at his deep sigh, watching his shoulders slump down and his body succumbing to the exhaustion after a mission. “Only a quick one. And only because I love you two.” With that, Bucky let his hand wander into Steve’s neck and pulled him towards him, but only so much as not to disturb YN in her much-needed sleep, and exhaled slowly as he felt their lips touching. “I could join you,” Steve mumbled into the kiss, feeling excitement rushing through his body at the thought alone, but knew Bucky would shake his head even before he actually did it. “You need to take care of our girl here. Y’know how easily she wakes up when no one is next to her.” Then, he smirked and kissed Steve slowly and languidly. “Remember, we have the entire weekend to ourselves. Just the three of us in here, unoccupied time. The little something I found for her should arrive tomorrow.” Steve’s breath hitched in his throat as the memory of a night spent online shopping moved back into his mind, accompanied by the mere anticipation he had felt when Bucky had found the scandalous piece they both knew she would love—until it would be on the floor, probably in lacey shreds.

Bucky chuckled as Steve finally pushed him off the bed. “Go and take a shower, sarge. I know someone is in need of her big spoon.” And he was right because as the other man climbed into their bed and pressed his chest against her back, YN smiled in her sleep and wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, nuzzling closer into each of her super soldiers, the bad dreams entirely gone for the night.

* * *

Choreomania echoed through the still empty apartment somewhere in Brooklyn, the sun filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, facing Prospect Park in its green beauty. YN hummed and sang along to the vinyl of Florence + The Machine, wearing an old pair of sweatpants—she wasn’t even sure who they belonged to, either Steve or Bucky—and an old tank top, and now, after hours filled with painting the walls, she was covered in paint splotches, her fingers raw from removing the old wallpaper meticulously, so she could paint the walls just like they preferred.

This would be their home. This would be their safe space. This would be the home of their family. And therefore, it had to simply be perfect. And that’s why YN was already in here, already working hard for their dream home to become a reality instead of a fleeting image in their heads, even though they had decided to do this together after Steve’s and Bucky’s last mission for the month. But she couldn’t wait. She wasn’t able to sit around at the compound, reading her books and watching her shows when she already had all the time possible at hand to do something.

Dipping the painter’s roll back into the color, YN quickly climbed the ladder to check the painter’s tape one last time, only to rearrange and re-stick it again. She was satisfied with the result after the adjustment; the blue tape line was now perfectly even, and the wall was ready to be painted. With a nod, the Avenger started to climb down the metal ladder, only to slip off it on her sock-clad feet. A shriek thought its way out of her throat as she felt herself falling and following earth’s gravitational forces until a pair of strong arms caught her mid-air and pressed her against a broad chest.

“Woah there, doll,” Bucky’s voice murmured close to her ear, and instinctively, YN’s arms circled his neck. “What the hell do you think you’re doin’ here all by yourself, hm?” She searched his crystal blue eyes with her own and shrugged, almost helplessly, at the sight of his worried gaze and his scrunched-up brows. YN couldn’t even get a word out of her mouth because suddenly, heavy steps echoed through the hallway, and Steve entered the living room, brows just as worriedly furrowed as his boyfriend’s. “What happened?” Immediately, he let go of the bags he had carried, letting them tumble to the hardwood floor just as she had almost done and hurried himself over to the pair, his eyes already scanning for possible injuries before his hands followed. They softly wandered over her arms and her legs, and Bucky let his hand feel her back up and down, only to hum, satisfied when she didn’t flinch in pain.

YN shrugged again and looked from one high-towering super soldier to the other. “I thought I could start on the walls already while you two are still in Prague.” Now that she thought about it… “What are you two doing here, anyway? You weren’t supposed to be back until, what? The day after tomorrow?” Then, she had to add: “I don’t mean I’m not excited to have you back already, in one piece, because I am—excited. Welcome home.” Her eyes almost teared up when she first pulled Steve down at his neck and kissed his soft lips gently before turning her head to Bucky and kissing him just as lovingly. The two soldiers smiled softly down at the woman between them, still lying in Bucky’s arms, and recognized the feeling swirling inside them instantly: pure happiness and domestic bliss.

“You should’ve waited for us, baby girl,” Steve muttered after the brunet had sat her back on her feet, and he had the opportunity to take a gentle hold of her hands. The delicate tips of her fingers were an angry red, her skin plastered in probably toxic paint, and the grumble of her stomach had been heard by the two men downstairs when they first arrived at their new home. “I’m fine. It’s nothing, really, Stevie. The mustard-yellow wallpaper just put up a harder fight than anticipated, but I conquered it.” Her proud grin warmed the two men from the inside, and Bucky wrapped his arms around her shoulders, propping his chin atop her head. “Well, that fight must’ve been a sight to behold,” he chuckled before his metal thumb started to draw circles into her upper arm. “But I think someone forgot to look after herself, so you’ll take a break now and eat something while we’re dealing with the walls. Alright, doll?”

Quietly muttering, YN obliged and nodded because she knew this wasn’t a fight she could ever win. Steve and Bucky were too protective for that, too worried about her well-being to let her have her way now. So she let these two settle her on their folded jackets, back propped up against the wooden passage frame, and takeout from her favorite Chinese restaurant in hands. Her eyes never left them, watching them as they quickly tried to wipe her skin clean of the smelly paint before pressing kisses to her face, reminding her to eat her lunch, and went to work.

They stared at her progress for a moment, trying to figure out what her vision had been for their living room, before grabbing the painter’s rolls and rolling off the excess paint in the plastic bins. “You did such a great job, doll.” Bucky smiled over at her, his heart aching beautifully as he watched his best girl starting to smile radiantly with the chopsticks between her lips, and he was sure she had never been more beautiful than now. “Oh, definitely. This will be done before you finish your food,” Steve added to the praise, smiling himself, as he started to paint the first wall while Bucky climbed the ladder to treat the bare wooden planks with oil.

“You two should do this all day, every day. You look hot renovating our home.” The words were almost swallowed by the bite of Chinese takeout and chopsticks still in her mouth, and YN felt her cheeks blushing when they both turned and looked over at her. “Oh, yeah? Maybe we should take off our shirts then, baby girl?” Steve wiggled his blond brows teasingly, and a laugh escaped him, head thrown back, as YN bombarded him with a napkin. “Don’t you dare. See that window over there?” She pointed to the window at one of the sides, facing the house on the other side of the street. “That woman living there already ogled you two when we first went here. It obviously doesn’t matter that she’s married, but you don’t have to fuel her ego or whatever.”

Quietly grumbling, YN stared down into the box of takeout, the urgent feeling of hiding her two boyfriends from the world almost overwhelming again. Sometimes, she couldn’t help herself and felt overly protective of them, and sometimes even jealous, especially when women tried to take them away from her. It was stupid, she knew that because she knew that these two would never leave her—and neither would she. The thought alone hurt. But sometimes, her brain morphed back to the state of mind she had before them when men always only played with her and never meant what they said. Steve and Bucky changed that, changed her. And now, she was certain that these men would never dump her.

YN didn’t realize the lack of sounds—the wet noises of even wetter paint against a dry wall and the occasionally rusty sound of the ladder when it ached under Bucky’s weight—too focused on munching on her food to distract her mind and think about anything but that awful woman on the other side of the road. She didn’t even hear the sounds of heavy steps creeping closer to her sitting form, and she only realized how close they were when Steve lifted her off the ground and into his arms, wrapping her legs around his hips and carrying her over to the aforementioned window. The woman felt the glass pressed against her back, and she swallowed the last bite down, cocking one brow at their antics. Bucky had settled himself right next to them, leaning sideways against the wall next to the window and letting his hand cup her cheek.

Switching between their faces, YN looked from one to the other, both brows now almost touching her hairline, and her head cocked to the side questioningly. “What are you doing?” Her voice sounded more breathless than initially planned, and her lips parted slightly when Steve turned his attention to her exposed sensitive neck, softly breathing against it before kissing it languidly. “We can’t have our doll being all broody and jealous,” Bucky whispered in Steve’s place, his thumb slowly caressing the skin over her cheekbone. “We can’t have our best and only girl think that stares of some woman would let us react in any way possible.” Now he bent his head to start kissing from her collarbone upwards to her chin, slowly and teasingly. “Need to show that woman who we belong to.” Steve hummed in agreement before he nibbled at her most sensitive spot, gently sucking the skin between his lips, and chuckled when he heard the familiar sound of a gasp of air. “And we only belong to one woman,” he finally mumbled, lips pressed against lips, kissing her like a man possessed, before he backed off to let Bucky get his turn with their girl. He kissed her like a man starved, all tongue and teeth until they both needed oxygen and parted with labored breaths, all the while Steve had his chin propped up on her shoulder, eyes staring contently out the window and occasionally kissing her neck.

“I think that woman will never look at us again, baby girl.”

* * *

Following her through her favorite bookshop was a simple task—and a simple pleasure. They loved to watch their girl strolling through the aisles, her eyes wandering over the colorful book covers in different designs and art styles, stopping more as she actually walked, always a new book in sight that had picked her interest and curiosity. They followed her like two broad shadows, always shielding her from the outside world because they knew how much she needed those hours of mindless strolling and discovering.

YN stopped again at that moment, eyes wandering over the entire length of the bookshelf until they stopped at a book in the top half of the shelf. Pressing herself onto the tiptoes, she tried to reach it, but still, she was too short. With a huff, the woman lowered herself again and turned to her two boyfriends, looking up at them with big, round, pleading eyes, even though YN knew very well that she didn’t need to beg. “Could you…?” She couldn’t even get the entire question out before Bucky was right at her side, one of his big hands resting on the small of her back. “Which one, doll?” Her finger instantly stretched out and pointed to a blue and purple book spine which the brunet grabbed without any signs of effort and handed it to her with a smile and a kiss to her lips. “Thank you, baby,” she grinned up at him before reading the blurb on the back of the book and decided to give it a new home on her bookshelf.

Finding its way into the crook of her elbow, YN continued down the aisles and didn’t even have to turn and ask one of them to grab her another book because both men knew that title by heart now. And it was the main reason they headed to the shop today. Steve pressed himself against her back as he took it from the shelf, one hand resting on her shoulder and lovingly squeezing it, his lips wandering from exposed shoulder to her neck. He reveled in the sounds of her soft giggles and grinned against her skin when she whispered a Thanks, Stevie, when she gathered the third book of her favorite series in her arms. “Any time, baby girl.” It was only a soft whisper against the nape of her neck before Steve took a step back for her to continue her strolling and gathered Bucky’s hand in his to intertwine their fingers.

“We will leave a tremendous amount of money again,” he chuckled as they watched their girl picking up two other books and piling them in her arm, and Steve laughed softly at that. “Try and see it as a donation and continued support of local businesses,” the blond countered, the grin still on his face as he nudged Bucky’s side lovingly with his arm. “At least we earn enough to keep up with her small book addiction.” Steve threw Bucky a look at that and couldn’t contain his laugh as the brunet winked at him and pulled him closer to his side to press a kiss to his lips. “Just wait for what books she picked out for us again. We still need you to let go of The Hobbit for a while,” teased Steve, a bubbling laugh bursting out of him when Bucky nudged his side now and rolled his eyes at him. “Yeah yeah, whatever.”

But then, he stopped for a moment as he looked in the aisles ahead of them—the empty aisles ahead of them. “Where did she go?” It was common for them to lose YN at some point, but it never happened so quickly and without either of them realizing it until it was too late. Steve softly rubbed his shoulder when he felt Bucky’s anxiety getting the best of him. “She’s probably just around the corner in the next aisles, Buck. Remember the list she wrote and forgot on the coffee table? She should be somewhere left of us now. C’mon.” Lovingly, Steve coaxed him to come with him, well knowing how Bucky tended to think the worst when YN just disappeared, still not entirely processing the fact that Hydra was destroyed and no one would ever come for her again.

But when they rounded the shelf and looked into the aisles where Steve had thought YN must be by now, only to not find her there, even his heart skipped a couple of beats. Bucky swallowed thickly next to him, his eyes jumping from one face to another, trying to find her between the shopping people. “It’s okay, Buck. See?” He pointed to the books and the sign reading Non-Fiction hanging above the bookshelf. “They reorganized. She took a right turn then. Okay?” The brunet inhaled deeply and nodded slowly, still not fully convinced. “Let’s find our girl before she raids the entire store,” Steve tried to lighten the mood when he pulled Bucky with him, only to pick up YN’s voice in the aforementioned right aisles.

“What do you want, Chandler? You see, I’m busy buying books which is way more important than your sorry ass. So… Off you go.”

Both super soldiers stopped at the crossing and stared the man down who had the audacity to cheat on this gorgeous woman in front of them. He never deserved her, and they had picked up the pieces he had left and built her up again. And now, he had the audacity to talk to her, to even breathe the same air as she did.

“Chandler.” Bucky’s voice was as deep as it gets, sending chills down every spine of every person who never heard the growl before. But Chandler was too stupid to sense the danger he found himself in because he had dared to talk to her. His eyes moved from them to YN before he chuckled lowly. “So, it’s true? You not only sleep with one but two of them? Or are you just a spectator when they’re at it?” Steve grabbed the shoulder of his boyfriend to hold him back, even if he felt like punching that idiot himself, especially when he leaned closer to her than they both liked. “Always knew you’re a fucking freak.”

They both were on their way to beat the hell out of him, but YN beat them to it. She let go of her books, only for the stack to softly levitate in the air instead of following the gravitational laws of this planet, and with one hand, she grabbed Chandler’s neck and pushed him against the bookshelf with astonishing ease. He gulped and looked helplessly at the two men, trying to get their help, but they just watched their girl being the badass they knew she was. “Listen, dumbass. You can insult me all you want because I couldn’t care less for your opinion about me, but—“ YN let her fingers grip tighter until he had trouble getting enough oxygen into his lungs. “—but don’t you dare and insult my men. I don’t take those lightly. Are we clear?” He nodded quickly, and she let go of him, a radiant smile now on her face. “Perfect. Then off you go now. Go go. Your little dolly is waiting over there, round eyes and all. You should check on her. That’s what you always could do best anyway.”

With a barely seen flick of her wrist, the books landed in her arm again, and with another smile, she turned to her two boyfriends, staring proudly down at her in her pretty sundress and her new possessions in hand. “I think I got everything I need for now,” she smiled up at them and let Steve grab the piling stack of books out of her arms to carry it for her.

Bucky pulled her into his side, his arm thrown over her shoulders and lips pressing kiss after kiss to the crown of her head as they followed Steve to the counter. “You didn’t have to do this, doll.” It was only a mumble, and YN almost didn’t hear it but caught up to it just in time to look up at him and wrap both arms around his middle. “Yes, I had to. No one is talking like that about my boys in front of me, ever. You wouldn’t take shit about me either, won’t you? You wouldn’t allow it.” He stopped to wrap both arms around his best girl and pulled her into his chest, bending his head to kiss both her cheeks and the tip of her nose. “You know we would never take anyone’s shit about you, doll. Never. Even if it’s minor, we would step in and stop it.” The thought alone that anyone would hurt her, physically or mentally, almost broke him. No, they would always protect their best girl; the cost didn't matter. It would always be them against the entire world.

Her smile illuminated the shop, and he oh so willingly let his face get pulled down by her fingers wrapped around his chin to be kissed once again. He would never get enough of her, either. “See?” She now grinned and grumbling, he caved and nodded. “Okay, Okay, I see your point, doll,” he finally muttered, a smile tucking at his lips nonetheless because he could never be mad at her.

Giggling, YN received the paper bag full of new books—even though she still had piles over piles of TBRs waiting at home—and let Bucky take it out of her hands, so she could walk in between her two super soldiers and hold each of their hands. But instead of following them on their familiar route after a successful book shopping tour, she gently but urgently pulled at their hands to make them turn right instead of left. Steve furrowed his brows and looked down at her, not really knowing what was wrong. “Baby girl? The coffee shop is this way.” He already softly pulled at her hand, always having his strength in check. “But I don’t wanna go there,” she started, and immediately, both grew worried again. It wasn’t like her not wanting her iced coffee alongside her new books, so she could sit in the sun and start reading. Steve’s thoughts already wandered to the bookshop situation, blaming it on Chandler and wanting to beat him up just like the boys back in the day beat him up. “If it’s because of him, we’ll make sure that he leaves if he’s even there,” Steve promised with an undertone, ready to move heaven and earth for their woman, but the shake of her head stopped him right there. “No! No, I just wanna… Well, maybe it’s because of him, but not because I’m upset about it, but because you are clearly upset about it. So, I just wanna head home, order some food, and read in bed while cuddling with you. Would that be alright?”

She looked from one towering man to the other and let her eyes fall shut as they both pulled her in, wrapping her in their wonderfully tight hugs. She let them kiss her in the middle of the sidewalk and felt loved and cherished to an extent that wasn’t possible before Steve and Bucky entered her life.

“Of course, doll.”

“Whatever you want, baby girl.”

But deep down, Bucky and Steve couldn’t get over the fact how perfect their best girl was.

* * *

Thank you for reading (even though it wasn’t the best thing ever written)! As usual: reblogs would be absolutely great, just as overall love for this piece, and I’d love to read whatever you thought while reading!

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[thefallennightmare]

Moment of Weakness-twenty three

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Author's Note: unsure if another update is coming today or not. so enjoy this one for now!

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EIGHT MONTHS LATER. 

I let out a deep breath while pulling my jacket closer to my chest as I continued the walk down the busy streets of New York City. It was after six in the evening and everyone was rushing to get home to enjoy the rest of their evening while I was trying to make it to the office in time, before he left. 

This wasn’t an easy decision I made, knowing the consequences that could follow. But I didn’t have any other choice. He was the only one that could help me with this.  

The thought of if he would even want to help me did cross my mind a few times, especially with how things ended, but there was a small part of me that hoped his feelings for me were still strong. Strictly to help me with my problem, nothing else. 

It had been so long since I talked to any of the three men I used to work with, deciding to stay off of social media because I couldn’t bother to see what happened with Bucky and Natasha. By now, he had to have realized that I was right; Natasha was faking the entire pregnancy. 

Yet, I hadn’t heard from him so maybe he still decided to stay with her. 

You told him to stay away. 

Shaking away the thought, I turned the corner and the all too familiar building came into view as with one last deep breath, I pushed through the door and my eyes landed on the person sitting at what used to be my desk. My heart hammered in my chest as his scent filled my senses. 

“Well, it seems like the job isn’t available anymore, huh?” 

He turned around in a haste in the chair, eyes grazing over every inch of me to make sure I had been standing in front of him. 

The last time we talked was a few months ago and we actually hadn’t seen each other since before I quit. He looked the same, hair and beard a bit longer. 

“Hi Steve,” I smiled. 

“Y/N?” 

Steve was quick on his feet to wrap his arms around me and lifted my body off of the ground a few inches. I closed my eyes at the warmth, silently missing him just as much. 

“How have you been?” Steve asked while setting me back onto solid ground. 

I nodded. “Good, I guess. How have things been here?” 

Steve hesitated, his shoulders going stiff. “Have you talked to him at all?” 

This time I shook my head so Steve gently led me to the couch in the main area of the office and we sat next to each other. He scratched at his beard, trying to find the right way to say this. 

“He’s gone rogue the last couple of months. He doesn't need mine or Sam’s help for anything, he takes care of the problems himself.” 

I pointed towards his office. “Is he here?” 

Steve shook his head. “I haven't seen him all day. He called me earlier to say he’s got something to take care of so he’s going to be at Power Brokers tonight.” 

My eyes narrowed. “He hates that club. Why would he go there?” 

“I don’t know,” Steve sighed. “He doesn’t tell Sam or I anything anymore. We only show up here now in case he needs us.” 

“Are he and Nat-?” 

He placed a hand on my knee, stopping the words. “That’s something Bucky has to talk to you about.” 

With a slow nod, I contemplated my next move because I knew that if I went to Power Broker tonight, it would be a disaster from the start. That club was highly known as a black market, people trying to sell you things that you couldn’t buy anywhere else. But if you didn’t agree to it it would be highly unlikely that you would make it back out alive. 

“Are you going to tell me why you showed up tonight?” 

I gave Steve my attention now and shrugged. “Trust me, I would rather go to anyone else with this but Bucky is the only one that can help me.” 

He cupped my cheek. “Please be careful.” 

“Always,” I covered his hand with my own. 

The music of the club vibrated against my bones as I maneuvered my way through the seas of people, who did their best to either dance with me or sell me on their latest project they had hiding in their pocket. I ignored all of them, keeping my focus on finding the one person that I needed. 

When I asked the bouncers outside if they had seen Bucky, they were quick to give him up. 

“He’s been causing problems here all night but refuses to leave. The men we have here aren't nearly as strong as he is to kick him out.”

I was on high alert, skiing tingling with my senses, as I observed the giant open dance floor of the club until some commotion at the bar piqued my interest. I watched as a guy was thrown onto the glass bar top, black and gold fingers wrapped around his throat. 

“Where is she?!” 

The voice was deep, angry, and wanted to know the answers. 

My heart beat intensified as I marveled at how different he looked yet looking exactly the same. The brown leather vest that covered his broad chest was missing a sleeve, his entire vibranium arm on full display.  He didn’t look like a mob boss any longer but more so a soldier. 

The heat pooled between my legs but I squeezed them shut, knowing that now wasn't the time to think about that. 

“I swear, I don’t know where she is! Last I heard, they were in Budapest!” The man struggled for his life under the tight grip around his throat. 

“They were together?” 

The man on the bar nodded, as best he could. “That’s what my guys tell me.” 

As I saw a glimmer of sharp metal emerge from the pocket of the other man's vest, I finally decided to speak up. 

“Bucky.” 

My voice might have been hushed with the background noise of the club but I knew he heard because Bucky looked away from the man he had pinned, his once blue iris now dark stared back at me. The firmness in his body faded with his face softening, as he dropped the man to the floor below. 

“Doll?” 

I swallowed thickly at the old pet name because I couldn't get distracted, I needed to finish what I came for. 

“I need your help,” I admitted with a shaky breath.

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WIP Update - 7 Feb 2023

Finally back on track after vacation with a very productive week!  I touched 8 fics ( 2 WIPs & 6 new works) for a total of  3567 words!  I also have over FOUR HUNDRED works posted on Ao3 as of this past Friday! 🎉 🎊🎉

On Ao3, I posted: Save Us All From the State We’re In  -  Bucky & Sam bonding through adversity. Come Again Some Other Day  - introspective Bucky thinking about getting caught out in the rain.   A Visitor to the Library -   Tony and Stephen established relationship fluff.

On Tumblr I posted: Make My Heart Come All Undone (Continuation) -  No Powers AU  surfer!Tony (with a secret) and amputee!Bucky.  A Secret Garden -  Bucky discovers a life-threatening secret Tony is trying to hide (spoiler: it’s hanahaki) Flying the Flag of Freedom -  No Powers/Pirate/Historic AU: Steve and Bucky are pirates who target slave ships. Recollection of Anticipation -  Steve & Bucky introspection mid-CA:TFA.

I have  12 active WIPs  with my current  deadline being the  Stuckony  Valentine Cards  event (due 10 Feb), along with the February Ficlet Challenge, Bucky Barnes Flash Bingo 2023  and the  Tony Stark Bingo (all ending 28 Feb)

See below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc.  As always, feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects  or any other WIPs I’ve got out there.   Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 2  (SRB_R2) - Ends 31 Jan

Twenty-one fills posted over 18 fanworks with 6 bingos (Rows 1, 3 & 5 and Columns A & B and 1 diagonal) Masterpost

Stuckony Valentine Cards Event  [Ends 10 Feb]

This Ao3 Event solicited prompts for Stony, Stucky, WinterIron, and/or Stuckony works - it’s now in the creation phase, so if you’re looking to write something short and sweet (or smutty!) and are 18+ plus, feel free to check out the list of prompts!  I skimmed thru them before vacation, but now need to take another look & hopefully find something that I vibe with and can write by noon Friday!

Bucky Barnes Flash Bingo 2023  [BBB_F23] (Ends 28 Feb)

The Bucky Barnes Bingo team (@buckybarnesbingo​) is running a flash bingo this month - pick one of 5 premade cards (each with prompts starting from the same letter of his name)  and create some new content to share! 

I picked the U card  and here’s what I have so far:

* Unlucky -  Come Again Some Other Day  - posted last Friday. It’s an introspective piece with Bucky reflecting on how much he hates being rained on.

* Undone  - Filling this with a continuation of  Make My Heart Come All Undone  - No Powers AU featuring surfer!Tony (with a secret) and  amputee!Bucky.  I got a good start on this thanks to the  FFF23 Day 1 prompt: Wave.  Chapter 2  (Tony POV) is sitting at 584 words at the moment.

* Underdog - hoping to combine this  with my All Caps Bingo   Isaiah Bradley square - Bucky’s recollection of their fight. 

 Tony Stark Bingo - Round 6  (TSB_R6)  [Ends 28 Feb]

Twenty fills with only one bingo so far and four WIPs at the moment -    with  Vague Ideas for almost every other square.   I am gunning for a blackout, tho will probably have to pull my Adopted squares in to make that happen. 

S5 - James “Rhodey” Rhodes -- probably crossing over with my AvB  Vulnerability square - I have a vague plot idea & title:   Tensegrity that I think I can pull together in time.

* T3 - Pepper Potts/Rescue -  some sort of remix of/inspired by sabrecmc’s  Indecent Proposal  from Pepper’s POV.  At this point, I think I need to re-read the fic & take notes …   may need to scrap this idea & try something else. 

* T4 - KINK: Concubine - was going to combine this with  SRB  E4 - Mental Bondage but still may write up the idea I had - potential titled  My Voice the Chain that Binds You.

* A1 - AU: Regency -   finally cracked this with an outsider POV (Phil Coulson) of the events of To Tame a Werewolf.  The Steward of Brookside Manor is up to 185 words so far.  

*A5 - Scott Lang  - 27dragons shared an interesting plot bunny during the Sept TSB Discord party that I may end up using; that or a follow up to A Piece of the Action

* K2 - Secret Admirer -  carried this over from last round so I could try my hand a remix of Seeds of Love  (WinterIron hanahaki fic by the super-talented @hddnone).  Got inspired by last week’s Flash Fiction Friday  [#FFF188 Where Secrets Lie] and wrote up A Secret Garden  as the hopeful beginning of a longer piece.  It’s sitting at 289 words at the moment and will crossover with my AvB Unrequited Love square.

* K5 - Protectiveness – using this for the third (and probable final) chapter of my  Stony Western AU WIP   Come Down From Your Fences  (And Open the Gate)   The first draft is coming in at 907 words and I’m targeting posting on Friday.  

February Ficlet Challenge [FFC23]  (Ends 28 Feb 2023)

I’m participating in the @februaryficletchallenge,  where two prompts get posted each day.  You’re supposed to write a 200+ word ficlet within 24 hours and share it to the collection -  I’m ending up using these as prompts for longer works to fill bingo squares, but am posting each ficlet to Tumblr as I complete it.    Here’s what I have done so far:

Day 1: Wave -   see BBB_F23  Undone above.

Day 2: Caught in the Rain - see BBB_F23 Unlucky above.

Day 3: “What’s up, Doc?” -  I combined this with my AvB Kissed to Keep Quiet square for  A Visitor to the Library -- a bit of Tony/Stephen  (IronStrange) fluff.   It will get posted to Ao3 eventually.

Day 6: Pirate AU:  Combining this with my All Caps Bingo AU: Fugitive square.  Posted Flying the Flag of Freedom to Tumblr  and plan to expand on it for the bingo.  Steve and Bucky are pirates who target slave ships in order to free their cargo; but what happens when they come upon a ship of slaves who have freed themselves?

Day 7: Carnival/Amusement Park:  Combined this with my All Caps Bingo “This is payback, isn’t it?“  square for  Recollection of Anticipation  - where Bucky’s comment about the Coney Island Cyclone sparks memories for Steve. 

Stucky Bingo Round Four [SB_R4] (Ends 31 May 2023)

Eleven fills and one WIPs with a couple of other vague ideas.

* B1 - Mutual Pining -  no specific idea, but it’s so On Brand for me I’m sure I’ll come up with something!  (maybe  the Centerfold fic idea I’ve been toying with)

* O4 - AU: Supernatural - got inspired by a dream to start a Stucky fantasy AU (magician!Steve/ensorcelled!Bucky) that @bill-longbow  is collaborating on with me. We’re currently sitting at 1640 words  (984-ish of which are mine).   Will probably continue on this sometime in February.   Current Last Line:  "My men will accompany you back to Brookline in the morning.”

I also adopted the Writing Format: Remix one of your fics  square  – am thinking of taking one of my Stony or WinterIron  No Powers fics and adapting it to a Stucky pairing – if you have any requests - hit me up!  

WinterIron - No Powers AU  –  Stony No Powers AU

Avengers Bingo Round Four [AvB_R4] (Ends 2 June)

This time around the card is a 3x3,  so am looking at writing different pairings for my two favorite Avengers - Tony and Steve.    I have 1 fill completed and one WIP, with a couple more ideas in play.

* A1 - Vulnerability - see TSB James “Rhodey Rhodes square above

* A3 - Kissed to Keep Quiet - see  FFF23  “ What’s up, Doc?” prompt above.

* B1 - Unrequited Love -  see TSB Secret Admirer square above.

* C3 - Dog Tags - seems like a good  Steve/Bucky  (or Steve/Sam?) square.

All Caps Bingo [ACB_R1]  (Ends 30 Sep 2023)

This new bingo focuses on Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson as its main characters - paired up with each other or anyone else!    I’ve got 1 completed fic and two different ideas for the One Fill, One Bingo Challenge - see this Tumblr post for details. 

* B2 - AU: Fugitive - see FFC23 Pirate AU above

* N1 - Rogers: The Musical -  with the encouragement of the ACBB Discord folks, I returned to the well and wrote up  Save Us All From the State We’re In   418 words of  Bucky & Sam bonding through adversity.

* O1 - “This is payback, isn’t it?” -   see FFC23 - Day 7: Carnival/Amusement Park above.

* O3 - Pararescue Sam Wilson  - may try to squish this into an expansion of  A Rising Star -  a previous Flash Fiction Friday fill. 

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On other creative fronts:  I have a Captain America  Stuffed With Character figure in progress -  still working on the figures/props for my three Marvel Trumps Hate  auction winners as well (7 of 8 done so far) – thanks so much for your generous support!!  Finally, I am prepping for a superhero con in March  and another con in June  so am pretty well booked up through spring/early summer.

That said, if you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations later in the year, check  out Stuffed With Character   over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 100!).   They’re  mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC   and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design  requests  for any fandom!

#writing stuff #WIP Update #WIP Wednesday #Shameless Self Promo

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‘Til the end of the line and back.

Chapter 3. As time goes on

Pairing: Eventually all of these Bucky x Fem Reader, Steve x Fem Reader, Steve x Bucky, Stucky x Fem Reader

Word Count: 9.7k

Warnings: This is a bit of a slow burn, Canon level violence, brief mention of blood, physical assault against reader, Sad Bucky, Protective Bucky, Some angst, Some Fluff, if you think I missed something please let me know. I have no idea what I’m doing but this idea wouldn’t leave my head and I’m trying my best.

A/N: I tried to not make this chapter so long but 2 things. 1)I am getting more comfortable with writing this story so I guess where ever the chapter takes me that will be the word count lol :) 2) here we get to see the relationship between Bucky and Reader during the year Steve was gone. I hope you enjoy it and my asks are open.

Series Masterlist

Ch 2.2

3 months since Tony brought you in.

You feel fuzzy as you try to remember where you’re at. You can't move your arms or legs no matter how hard you try. The more you move the more your restraints dig into your flesh making the area around them red and swollen as little drops of blood form. You open your eyes slightly trying to look around but everything seems too bright. You feel a pinch and then a burning sensation spreads through your veins. It moves slowly, consuming every inch of your body. You scream at the top of your lungs but the people standing around you don't care. They talk amongst themselves as they take notes. When you stop screaming and you’re just laying on the table semi conscious you can hear whispered conversation spreading across the room.

You sit up in your bed. You can hear the blood rushing in your ears. Your hair stuck to your forehead from the sweat. You’re trying to catch your breath. Another nightmare reminding you of the horror you went through. You know you won’t go back to sleep so you swing your legs off the bed and head into the bathroom first. You splash some water on your face and take some deep breaths to calm down. You open the door to your room, noticing Bucky’s door is open letting you know he’s up too. You make your way down to the kitchen. A smile on your lips as you see Bucky getting the kettle ready for you. Your favorite mug already sitting on the kitchen island along with some honey.

“Hey Bucky” you greet him as you take a seat at the island.

“Hey… Sunshine?” it sounds like a question and you scrunch your nose and shake your head.

He chuckles at the face you pull, for the last two weeks Bucky has been trying out different nicknames for you but nothing really sticks. They just don’t sound right, and you will deny that when he called you doll and sweetheart your stomach did a happy little flip. Those were your favorite but you couldn’t allow yourself to have any romantic feelings towards your closest friend at the compound.

“I’ll get it eventually.” as he fills your mug with hot water for your tea. You add honey and stir the contents in your mug. He sets the kettle back down on the stove and walks around the island and sits next to you. He shoves a plate of cookies your way and you grab one. “Want to talk about?”

“Do you?” you counter.

“Please, I’m a gentleman ladies first.” he smirks.

You scoff, “Fine, I was on an exam table again and I was tied down so I couldn’t move no matter how hard I tried. Then they injected me with the serum and it’s like when I was actually there I could feel it all again. It just felt so real and I couldn’t escape.” You mutter as you grab your mug and bring it to your lips. “I hate that I still can’t remember how I ended up there in the first place.”

“I know the feeling but you have to remember you’re free and as long as I’m here I will never let them hurt you again. Maybe it’s for the best that you don’t remember.” He grabs his own drink.

“I know,” You study him as he grabs some of the cookies. “And I always feel safe with you.”

“What?” He turned to look at you completely surprised. No one’s ever said they felt safe around him especially because of his past. He doesn’t think you understand how much it means to him. You don’t even understand that he’ll do anything for you.

“That I feel safe when I’m with you. I mean I feel safe in general when I’m with the others or just in the compound, but I feel the safest when you’re around. It’s one of the reasons I like hanging out with you.”

“One of the reasons?”

You nod your head as you take a sip of your tea.

“What is another reason?” He asks as he blushes.

“Reason number 2 is that you’re a complete nerd.”

“I am not,” he rolls his eyes as he smiles.

“Remind me to record you next time Tony shows us an upgrade on one of his suits or something.”

“That doesn’t count and the tech is super cool, how could you not be impressed?” he counters.

“You see, total nerd.” You give him a shit eating grin.

“Yeah yeah, finish your tea so we can go to bed.” he grumbles. You finish the little bit of tea you had left and he quickly picks up your mug, his glass and the empty plate and sets them in the sink. You get up from where you were sitting and start heading back to your rooms. You walk side by side, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body.

“So what about your nightmare?” You ask as you look up at him.

“It was more like a memory, the same thing it always is. I was hurting someone. They were begging me to stop but I couldn’t.” He sighs, not willing to look at you.

“You probably don’t like hearing this” as you place your hand on his forearm to make him stop “but it wasn’t you. It was the soldier, you know you had no choice.”

“Yeah, part of me knows that but innocent people still died. It’s just something I’ll have to live with.” He stands there like he's going to ask you something but shakes his head. “Good night Y/N.”

“Actually Buck. I um wanted to know if.. you know it’s not too much- ” you fumble over your words, your heart is beating so fast you know he can hear it. “I wanted to know if we could sleep together?”

His eyes go wide at your request. Opening his mouth to respond and closing it when nothing came out.

You realized what it sounded like “wait no I didn’t mean like that!” You look down to hide the blush creeping up to your cheeks. “I meant if we could sleep in the same room, or the same bed. Please I just don’t want to be alone right now.”

“Of course Y/N, no funny business though.” He teases as he points a finger at you.

You laugh and hold out your fist with your pinky sticking out waiting for him to do the same thing.

“What are you doing?” He looks at your hand and then at you a bit confused.

“It’s a pinky promise. Have you never heard of that?”

“I know what a pinky promise is Y/N, why are you doing it?”

“Ugh James, I’m promising you no funny business now give me your pinky.” You say faking annoyance.

He laughs as he shakes his head wrapping his pinky around yours. He likes the way his name sounds when you say it. “Okay no funny business.” You walk into your room as you look over your shoulder at Bucky still standing at the door.

“You sure you want me to sleep on your bed?”

“Yes please.” You sit on your bed and pat the empty side twice. “Now come on.”

“Fine,” he makes his way over and he stands there a bit unsure “Um.. do you mind if I take off my shirt? You can say no, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I know people don’t like the arm or the scars.”

“It’s ok Buck, get as comfortable as you want I don’t mind.” You smile and start moving down the bed until you’re laying flat on your back. He follows suit and lays down next to you looking up at the ceiling. A comfortable silence falls between you. You feel movement next to you then you feel him take your hand.

“Thank you for asking, I didn’t want to be alone either.” He whispers.

“You don’t have to be alone. As long as I’m here you’ll always have someone, promise.” You lay on your side to look at him better and you raise your free hand with your pinky sticks out, again. You wiggle it as you wait for him to say something.

He hesitates a moment he wants to believe you but last time someone was supposed to be there for him, Steve left. He can see it’s important for you so he hooks his pinky with yours.

“Go to sleep, Pinky.”

“Pinky?”

“Yeah as in Pinky promise.” he turns his head to look at you.

You smile at him. “I like it.”

A few minutes later you’re both asleep peacefully, hands clasped together and no nightmares to haunt either of you.

You wake up alone the next morning though you can’t be surprised. Bucky tends to get little sleep and he’s usually the first one in the gym. You get up and head back to the bathroom and work on your morning routine. When you’re back in your room you change into your work out clothes. Sports bra, leggings, sneakers, a tank top and to finish up you put your hair in a ponytail. You walk out of your room and head for the gym. Today you’re supposed to train with Nat and Wanda in hand to hand combat and to try to expand your abilities. You’ve made a lot of progress and from your time with HYDRA you already have some training but some things are still fuzzy.

Just as you walk in and greet Nat F.R.I.D.A.Y. Informs everyone that they’re needed in the conference room. Everyone shuffled back into the elevator and make their way to the meeting. There stands none other than Nick Fury arms crossed in front of his chest and an expression so serious you would think his face was made of stone. Everyone takes a seat as they start going over the files placed in the tables. You naturally sit by Bucky.

“Team, we received a tip that there is a scientist holed up recreating a newer version of the super soldier serum. From the recon team I sent we know the lab is heavily guarded and we’ve been informed of an upcoming attack on said location in Poland.”

“Who is the scientist working for and who is attacking?” Sam asks

“We think they’re working for HYDRA. The ones attacking are called the flag smashers. Seems like they’re a new group that formed after the blip. Our mission is to go in, get the scientist along with the serum he could have made, any information of value and bring everything back.”

“We’re gonna need all hands on deck for this one. That includes you Y/N.” Tony speaks up.

“No.” Bucky says.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Fury stares at Bucky.

“I said no Y/N isn’t going” he says through gritted teeth.

“Well it’s going to be a heavily guarded building and the so called flag smashers will also be making an appearance so Y/N goes and that’s final.” Fury says and walks out.

“You’re not gonna do anything to stop him from making her go?” He asks, looking at Tony.

“Buck it’s ok I’m ready. With the training I’ve had from you, Nat, Wanda and the rest of the team I’ll be fine.” You assure him.

“See the kid is ready to go.” Tony says as he gets up and starts walking out. He pokes his head back in and says “we leave 2 hours this is going to be a night mission.”

“You shouldn’t go Y/N, please just stay back for one more mission. Wait for a smaller one.”

“You know even small missions can turn into bigger and more complicated ones. I think she’s ready.” Sam winks at you.

“Can you butt out of this Sam.”

“Sam and Y/N are right she’s had the training she’s ready.” Nat speaks up from the back of the room. As everyone starts walking out to start getting ready for the mission.

“Fine. But you’re my partner and you stay by my side at all times.” Bucky instructs.

“Yes sir.” You salute as you try not to laugh. You find it extremely endearing how protective he’s being. But you don’t catch the way his breath hitches when you call him sir. He definitely liked that.

“Good girl.” He responds and walks out. Now it’s you thinking about how much you liked him calling you a good girl. You shake the thought out of your head. It’s not a good idea and you aren’t there emotionally to be in a relationship like that.

Your first mission was a success. The team managed to get there before the flag smashers and collect everything you needed. Data from the servers, the serum and Dr. Miller, the scientist recreating the serum. Turned out he was being held against his will and his family was being threatened so he had to try and recreate it. Based on the samples Tony and Bruce were working with, it was a failure. You felt relieved at the news knowing no one else would have to go through that horrible experience.

“We have to celebrate. Party tomorrow at 8:00 pm.” Tony announces as he walks into the kitchen where everyone is gathered. “in honor of our newest member Y/N, although you are technically still a recruit.” He points at you as he speaks.

Everyone starts talking amongst themselves, the excitement for the party the next evening waking them up after crashing the morning after the mission. Nat and Wanda immediately come over to you.

“So what are you gonna wear Y/N?” Wanda asks.

“Tony announced the party like 2 seconds ago. I have no idea.”

“I already know what I’m wearing.” Nat says as she shrugs.

“Yeah but you have experience in Tony parties and a decked out wardrobe, all you have to do is put your arm in your closet and pull something out.”

“How about if we go shopping? We can find you something nice.” She offers.

“Not a bad idea, I wanted to go into the city anyways. I’m free this afternoon.”

“Oh I can't, I have to train some recruits.”

“I can’t either. But I’m free tomorrow morning.” Wanda states.

“No I can't. I'm stuck with some analyst, Tony wants me to train with so I can learn how to hack into things.” you shrug. “I can just go by myself and text you if I find anything nice.”

“We’ll make it work.” They both agree.

You head to your room. Changing out of your pajamas. You put on some jeans, a t- shirt and some sneakers. You grab your purse and start walking out the door. As you’re leaving your room Bucky is leaving his.

“Where are you off to Pinky?” He asks as he takes in your appearance.

“Into the city, I don’t have anything to wear for tomorrow, although I’m not sure I’m ready to be surrounded by so many people.”

“Me neither, not a fan of big crowds. Are you going to the city alone?”

“Yeah I was gonna go with Nat and Wanda but they're busy today and I’m busy tomorrow morning so off I go.” You smile up at him.

“I could go with you if you’d like.” He offers as you start walking towards the elevator.

“Would you really?” Hoping he actually wants to go.

“Of course I’ll go with you. I was thinking of going anyway, what if we make a whole day out of it?” You nod eagerly, spending time with Bucky is always your favorite thing to do.

You make your way down to the garage and Bucky leads you to one of the cars available for you to use.

“It’s been ages since I’ve been in the city.” You say as you feel the mixture of excitement and confusion bubble up. The familiar buildings start to surround you but you can’t remember if you lived around here or just visited. You knew you were from New York but with all they did to you at HYDRA there are pieces you can’t put together yet. Tony did a deep dive to find information of your life before you were taken but you are scared to look into it. ‘What if you didn’t like who you were before, or worse you did like who you were before. It’s too late now, you can’t go back to the old you. She died the day HYDRA took you.’

Bucky finds a parking spot along the street in front of a few stores. As you get out you see a bookshop you’re sure you’ve been to before. You make a mental note to go in before you leave to see if it jogs your memory. You find a small store showcasing some dresses you think will work for the party and you head in.

“Hey I’m gonna be down the street call if you need anything.” Bucky informs you.

“Okay.” He walks out of the store and you start looking around. It takes you a while to go through the dresses. You grab a couple in your size and head into the dressing room. You try on the green one that definitely looks better on the hanger. The red one is a no go. The one with floral design does nothing for your figure. You keep taking pictures and sending them to Nat and Wanda and the three of you agree on all of them. You’re starting to get annoyed when you spot the black one under all of the other dresses. It hugs your curves just right accentuating the parts you want the most. The slit up the right leg is sexy enough for your liking. You text the girls you’ve found your dress. You head out into the store again looking for shoes and accessories. Once you’ve found what you were looking for you pay and head back out onto the street. You look around for Bucky but don’t see him yet. You shoot a quick text saying you were heading to the bookstore you saw. After his reply came though you head in the direction of the store.

The window of the store was displaying a banner for the newest book in a popular series. Along with a sign that announced a sale for a limited time. As you open the door the smell of coffee and books hits you. To the right you notice the small area set up next to the windows with a couch and some arm chairs. A coffee table in the middle with magazines and some books you can read while you sit and enjoy a cup of coffee. Along the same side you can see a counter running along the wall with napkin holders, straws, lids and any type of sugar you could want. Towards the back of the bookstore is the small coffee shop itself. Poster versions of popular book covers hang on the walls above the counter space that holds up all the equipment the baristas use. Sale signs hang from the ceiling. Towards the middle of the store are tables full of books. New releases, author spotlight, recommendations if you don’t know what to look for. At the left hand side behind the window display is the cash register with little extra things you can buy. The rest of the store is filled with bookshelves organized by genre. Plants fill some of the empty spaces and posters hang on the walls of the most popular series. You stand in the middle of the store looking around trying to remember this place. You know you’ve been there before, had you worked here?

You take a deep breath as you start to get overwhelmed and you close your eyes for a moment trying to ground yourself.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice calls out. You can’t place it but you know it. You open your eyes and look around. To your left is a man and you know you’ve seen him before. His eyes are deep brown with little flecks of gold. Warm and inviting just like his voice. Glasses frame his eyes and a small scar on his chin. He’s tall but slim. His brown hair was cut short.

“Oh my God it’s really you. We’ve been looking for you for so long.” You can see the tears starting to form in his eyes. As he walks closer to you.

‘Was he my friend? What if he was my boyfriend or my brother?’

“Do I know you?” You ask, curious as to what his answer could be.

“Y/N it’s me Adam.”

“Adam?” You question mostly yourself trying to find a memory or something that ties you to this person.

“Your best friend since childhood. Y/N don’t you remember me?”

“I don’t, I mean you seem familiar but I can’t remember.” You start to get anxious looking at him then at the door. “I’m sorry I should go, this was a mistake.” You head to the door and rush out.

“Y/N wait please come ba-“ he words are cut off by the door closing behind you. You walk down towards the car sending Bucky a message that you have to leave now.

A couple of minutes later Bucky is by your side. You are trying not to cry feeling helpless that you can’t remember someone that obviously remembers you. That obviously missed you and was happy to see you again.

“Y/N you’re shaking what happened? Did someone try to hurt you?” He asks as he lowers himself to be eye level with you.

“Doll, please tell me something.” He says as he pulls you into his chest. He runs his hand up and down your back and you can’t help but to let your tears fall.

“Please take me home.”

“Ok come on get in the car.” He opens the door and scans the area to see if there is anyone watching but doesn’t see anything. He jogs around and gets in as he starts the car he asks again. “Can you tell me what happened?”

But you don’t answer, you just sit there replaying Adams words in your head.

When you get to the compound you rush straight to your room and close your door. You lay in bed, your mind racing at what Adam had said. Someone had been looking for you, someone had missed you and they were relieved you were alive. A knock at the door brings you back.

“Y/N it’s Nat and Wanda can we come in?” Wanda asks, her voice soft and soothing. You don’t reply, you don’t want to talk to anyone.

“We just want to know that you’re ok, Bucky said something happened but he doesn’t know what.” Nat’s voice comes through.

“Can you make a noise so we know you’re ok? Then we’ll leave you alone.”

“I’m here” is your only reply and you can hear them walk away. You don’t know how long it’s been but night has fallen and your body is aching. You finally get up from bed and stretch. You aren’t sure what you should do, he said he was your friend but you can’t remember him. Then it hits you, Tony pulled your information and made a file for you. You head to the door and press your ear to it making sure no one is out in the hallways. Once you’re satisfied that it’s quiet out you open the door slowly. Since it’s late you decide to go to one of the labs since they’ll be empty. You quickly walk down the hall to the elevator and make your way to one of Tony’s labs.

You sit at one of the open desks and pull up the file Tony made for you. There you see your life on paper. You see what schools you went to as a child. The grades you got and the jobs you had once you were old enough to work. What catches your eye is a missing person report filed by.. Adam ‘I do know him’. You find your social media accounts. Old posts from Twitter and replies from people you assumed are your friends. You don’t find what you’re looking for until you open Instagram. Your old account seems to have all the answers you need. You start scrolling, the last post you made was about the bookstore. You knew you recognized it. It seemed like you went there all the time. Pictures of vacation, selfies and art mostly filled your page. Not just random artwork, it was art you created. Then you saw it, a post of a party and there he was Adam standing right beside you with his arm around your shoulder and matching smiles. His hair was a little bit longer and he wasn’t wearing glasses. The caption is what grabbed your attention celebrating with my best friend.

‘So he wasn’t lying, he was my best friend.’

You keep looking through and find more pictures of a group of people and you’re in most of them. It seems like they’re your friends. Then multiple pictures of one guy, light brown hair and green eyes. He was tall and you could tell he worked out. His smile was brilliant and you could see the love he had for you whenever he was looking down at you instead of the camera. Most of the pictures his hands are either around your waist, resting on your hips or his arms are wrapped around you completely. The captions and comments solidify what you were already thinking. This was your boyfriend. You can’t remember him at all. At least with Adam there was some familiarity. As you keep scrolling you come to a set of pictures captioned our first apartment.

‘We lived together?’ This revelation has you asking a thousand other questions.

You start looking at the pictures and you see a bedroom, the kitchen and the view from a window. But you don’t recognize it. Until you get to the picture of the living room. The memories of the apartment flood back into your head as if a dam broke. All the emotions are too much and you feel the wind knocked out of you.

“Y/N I need to tell you something” he sighs “I fucked up baby. I fucked up bad.”

“What are you talking about babe?” You ask as you stand in the living room, your back turned toward him as you organize the pillows on the couch.

“Look, I owe a lot of money. These people were going to hurt me, I didn’t know what else to do. I'm so sorry no matter what happens you have to believe me. Ok?” He rambles, he only rambles when he’s nervous.

You turn to him you don’t understand what he's referring to “Jackson what are you talking about? Who did you owe money to?” You move around the coffee table and stand in front of him. You can see he’s sweating and he won’t look you in the eye. He fidgets and runs his hand through his hair. You cup his face in both of your hands so that he focuses on you but he pushes you away.

“Jackson what did you do?” You’re getting angry because he won’t look at you.

“Shut up, stop asking so many fucking questions!” He yells as he paces in the living room. “They were gonna kill me ok. I had to pay up, I didn’t have another choice!”

You step away from him, he’s never yelled at you before. “I’m gonna go. Whenever you calm down you call me.”

As you head towards the front door to grab your keys and head out he grabs you and pulls you back.

“You aren’t going anywhere. They’re on their way to collect their payment.” He says through gritted teeth.

“Let me go, whatever you’re into it has nothing to do with me.” You start pushing and pulling and when that doesn’t work you slap him. That only seemed to agitate him more.

He pulls you by your arm and slams you against a wall, your head making contact first. The force leaves you breathless as you fall to the floor. You try to stand but he throws a punch and it lands on your cheek.

“What don’t you understand, they’re coming for their payment. You aren’t going anywhere until they get here.”

“Jackson please.” You cry out as you lie on the floor. “I’m sorry, please just let me go.”

“Don’t you fucking get it yet you dumb bitch?” He kicks you. The pain makes you turn in on yourself. “You’re the payment.”

Your eyes go wide as you look up at him “What? I’m the payment.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure they can sell you for a decent price, clear my debt.”

“Please Jackson don’t do this, I won’t say anything I swear just let me go.” You’re begging him as you hold your stomach. You start to cry when he kicks you again. His phone goes off alerting him he received a message.

“They’re almost here.” He announces.

“I thought you loved me and you’re gonna let them take me?”

“I have to or they’ll kill me, don’t you get it?” With that he punches you one more time and knocks you unconscious.

You lay on the floor of the lab, your knees up to your chest and your arms around your knees sobbing uncontrollably. You’re so wrapped up in the memories that you don’t hear the team start to walk in. Then you feel a hand on your arm. Instinctively you flick your hand and the person next to you is sent flying back into a wall. You scramble to get up and hide in a corner of the lab. That’s when you notice the glass from the door and windows lie all around the floor shattered. The equipment is scattered all around the room, nothing is where it should be.

“Y/N it’s ok it’s just us.” Sam says from the edge of the room. “I’m gonna get closer okay I just want to help you.” He holds his hands up to show he isn’t holding anything that could hurt you.

“Stay away from me.” You look around the room not being able to focus on anything almost as if you’re lost.

“Does anyone know where Barnes is?” He asks over his shoulder.

“We’re trying to find him.” Vision says barely above a whisper.

“Y/N can you tell us what happened?” Sam’s voice is soft, trying to sooth you.

“Leave me alone.” You yell at the team. They all stand there watching you. Feeling helpless.

“What the hell happened?” Tony asks as he comes in with Bucky right behind him.

“We don’t know we were upstairs and then we hear something like an explosion and we find her on the floor crying.” Wanda explains.

“She knocked Nat against the wall and won’t let us get near her, she’s scared of something man.” Sam adds. “I think you’re the only one that can get through to her Buck.”

“Hey Y/N it’s me it’s Bucky.” He says in a low voice making sure not to scare you. You peek up from where you are. “I’m gonna come in ok and you tell me when to stop.”

He takes a tentative step into the room. The glass crunching under his weight. When he sees you don’t try to move he takes a few more steps.

“Stop!” You yell at him. Your eyes are red and your cheeks are tear stained. You look confused and scared and his heart breaks. He knows the feeling and all he wants to do is to hold you.

He crouches down so that you’re both eye level. He sees that you won’t maintain eye contact with him. Tucking your face in the space between your knees and your chest. You’re taking short breaths and shaking uncontrollably.

“Pinky, let me help you. You can’t stay here, you can get hurt with all the glass.”

“Leave me alone please.” You say barely above a whisper. He’s the only one who can hear it.

“Come on Y/N please. I’m not gonna hurt ya I promise.” He says.

“Pinky promise?” you bring your head up.

“Yes, absolutely a pinky promise.” He holds out his pinky waiting for you. You move out of the corner and slowly make your way to him. He stands up but keeps his hand stretched out. You extend your arm and just as you hook your pinky with his, he pulls you to his chest.

You sob into his chest. “I remember.”

“Shhh it’s ok, you’re ok.” You both stand in the middle of the lab as he hugs you resting his head on top of yours. “Let me take you to your room ok? Can I pick you up?”

You just nod in response. You let him put one arm under your knees and the other on your back. He looks at the team as they move to give you both time space. He walks out to bring you up to your room. Once there he sits on the bed resting his back against the headboard and he keeps you in his lap. Your head resting on his shoulders.

After some time has passed and you feel like you can’t cry anymore you tell him everything. How you vaguely remembered the bookshop. Adam telling you that you’d been missing and running out on him. You told him that you went to look at everything Tony had found. How you finally remembered a part of how your so-called boyfriend sold you to clear a debt.

Bucky was furious but he tried to hide it. You needed him right now. He tried to calm you down and reminded you that you were safe with him. After telling him everything you finally fell asleep. He walks out of your room and the team is there by the room waiting. He tells them everything you remembered and they’re just as furious.

“I’m going to find him and kill him.” Nat says as she remembers what it was like to be taken and put through hell.

“Tony, can you find that son of a bitch?” Sam asks.

“Already on it.” He holds up his phone. “I’ll let you know when I get something.”

“What can we do for her?” It’s Wanda this time as she leans against the wall.

“Right now I think giving her some space. She was still a bit confused as to where she was. I think the party is a no go Tony.” Bucky responds.

“Already canceling it. She doesn’t need all that.”

“Hey Tony you should come take a look at this.” Bruce said as he came around the corner.

“What is it?”

“It’s the moment when Y/N remembers, her powers are out of control due to her emotional state. She’s definitely stronger than we first thought.”

“Bruce and I are gonna review the footage, let us know when she wakes up.”

“Ok,” Bucky says before looking at everyone else “I’m going to stay with her, I'll keep you guys updated.”

He turns back into your room to keep you company.

6 months since Tony brought you in.

You wake up again due to another nightmare. You look at the clock on your nightstand and it reads 3:00 am. ‘4th of July’ you think to yourself. It’s been so long since you celebrated. Tony made sure to go all out with everything for the party. You’re actually not mad you woke up so early, you’ll go have your tea, make plans with Bucky and go to bed again. You walk out of your room and you notice his door isn’t open which is weird, he’s always up before you. You decide to go to the kitchen anyway and start on your tea. Before you even take a step down the hall you notice another door is open. One that’s almost always shut. The door to Steve’s room. From what Sam told you all of his things are still there. No one had been able to go in there and get rid of anything. No one will admit it but when they miss their friend they hide away in his room reminiscing. You’ve heard all of them in there at one time or another. You get closer and look inside. Bucky sits on the edge of the bed with his back to the door. His head hanging low. You’ve never seen him go into Steve’s room before. Your heart breaks for him and you make a move to go in but someone grabs your hand. You look over your shoulder to find Sam motioning you to walk back.

“Give him some space Y/N. Today isn’t going to be easy for him.” He tells you in a whispered tone.

“What why? Is it because of all the people coming to the party?” You ask.

He shakes his head. “No, today is Steve’s birthday.” He waves you over and you start to follow him. Just then you hear Bucky crying and you turn.

“Give him a few minutes, he’ll come out soon enough.” Sam grabs your hand and pulls you towards the kitchen.

“Why is he so upset Sammy?” You ask, you sit at the kitchen table facing the doorway waiting for Bucky.

“Like I said, it's Steve’s birthday. You gotta understand Y/N they were friends since childhood. They fought in the war together and Steve lost him in that war. Then Steve finds him and rescues him from HYDRA but they aren’t able to really reconnect. You know the story of how the team was divided and half of us were on the run.”

You just nod, they’ve told you that story before. They’ve told you a lot of stories about Steve.

“Bucky went back into ice in Wakanda and when he came out we fought Thanos and lost. Then we came back 5 years later and fought him again. Steve went on one final mission about 3 months before you joined us to return the stones to the past and he never came back. We think he stayed in the past to be with the girl he loved. So this is the first time Bucky would have celebrated Steve’s birthday but he isn’t here. He left without an explanation and Bucky is hurt.”

He doesn’t mention the part in which Bucky is in love with Steve and that is part of the reason Bucky is so upset. Sam can see the connection you and Bucky have and he won’t ruin any chance of something to happen between the two of you.

You frown, all you want to do is go into that room and hug Bucky and tell him he’ll be ok. But you don’t, you give him space because you don’t know what that feels like so you wouldn’t know what to say. After a few minutes Sam leaves and you wait and wait and wait for Bucky. He never walks into the kitchen but you fell asleep at the table.

A finger poking your cheek wakes you up. You slap it away as you blink a few times letting your eyes adjust to the morning sun.

“Tony what is wrong with you?” You glare at him.

“You know I gave you a room for a reason. You don’t need to drool all over the table, that's disgusting.” He teases.

“I am not drooling.”

He smirks “it’s like you were trying to flood the place.”

“Ugh I’m going to my room.” You head towards your door and you notice Steve’s door is closed. So you step toward Bucky’s door and just listen. You can hear him through the door. The rhythmic breathing lets you know he’s asleep so you let him be.

***

The day is spent mostly by the pool of the compound. The space is full of recruits and agents along with their family members. Red white and blue balloons and banners are everywhere. There are water balloons and water guns all around ready to be used by the party goers.

You have star shaped sunglasses on paired with jean shorts and You’re wearing a red white and blue two piece swimsuit Nat bought you saying it’s part of the experience of celebrating the 4th of July. While she looks smoking hot in her black one piece.

“Why aren’t you wearing a red white and blue swimsuit? I thought it was part of the experience?” You ask as you take a seat next to her.

“I’m Russian.” She shrugs, laughing when she sees you glaring at her. “You’ve been hanging out with Barnes too much.”

“No I haven’t.”

“Yes you have, you even started glaring at people and you never did that before.”

“Maybe it’s part of the HYDRA training.”

“Have you talked to him at all today?” She asks worried like everyone else.

“I tried but he isn’t opening the door. He won’t even reply through the door.” You sigh.

“He’ll be out soon, just wait.” She assures you.

“Yeah I guess. I know today is hard for him but wouldn’t it be better if he were surrounded by his friends instead of being locked away in his room?”

“There are a lot of emotions he’s working through but he’ll be fine.”

You just nod. But you look at the elevators deciding on going up to check on him again or not.

“I’ll be back.” You get up from your seat making your way through the party waving at anyone who greets you.

You head back up to the wing of the compound your rooms are at hoping Bucky has left his room. You see that his door is still closed but this time you’re determined to talk to him. As you bring your hand up to knock, the door opens. Bucky stands there as he looks you up and down taking in the curves of your body. ‘Better than I imagined’ he thinks before he looks at your face. You’re doing the same thing lookin at him from head to toe. Appreciating his thick thighs in the red swim trunks he’s wearing and the definition of his abs and chest you can see since his black short sleeve button up is opened. His long hair tied up into a bun at the nape of his neck. This man was going to be the death of you.

“Hi pinky. You look… amazing.”

“Hi. So do you.” You say after having stared at him for a few seconds.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, I will be.” He gives you a small smile.

“So are you going to the party?”

“I didn’t want to but I assumed you’d be there and I wanted to see you.”

A little hit of pink dusts your cheeks as you smile. “Well come on let’s go it’s no fun without you.” You grab his hand and pull him with you.

You make sure to keep Bucky busy so that he doesn’t have time to think about his best friend. Making him laugh is the easiest thing when you use your abilities to play pranks on people, specifically Sam. You wait until Sam brings his beer up to his lips and before he can take a sip you move your hand slightly causing his beer to spill on him. It’s like the third time you’ve done it and Bucky still finds it hilarious. The look on Sam’s face makes you stop laughing.

“Oh so you want to play around?” He raises one eyebrow. He rushes at you and grabs you by your waist. You don’t have a chance to fight back before he heads to the side of the pool.

“Bucky save me!” You shriek laughing as Sam tries to throw you in.

“Don’t even think about it Wilson.” Bucky’s expression is stone cold. But you can’t take him seriously when you notice the colorful water gun in his hand pointed at Sam.

“Oh big whoop. You would have to shoot her to get to me and you wouldn’t shoot a pretty girl like her.” Sam says as he holds you in front of him as a shield.

“Aww Sammy you think I’m pretty?”

“Course I do sugar, but stop distracting me. I'm the fight for my life here.” Grabs another water gun on a table nearby.

“Let the girl go and I’ll let you walk away.”

“I think I’ll take my chances.” Sam smirks and he pushes you in. As you get to the surface you see Bucky and Sam shooting each other with the water guns Sam grabs his chest and falls into the pool. Bucky jumps in and swims to you.

“My hero,” you sigh dramatically. Laughing at everything that just happened.

“Guess I am Pinky, come on get on.” As he turns his back and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, letting him take you back to the edge of the pool.

“You know I can swim right?”

“But what kind of hero would I be if I didn’t do my job all the way?” He smiles.

“Ok I’ll give you that one.” You spend the rest of the afternoon together. You joke around with Tony, check in with Nat and Wanda but you don’t stray too far from Bucky. It’s night time before you know it and Tony announces the firework show he prepared is about to begin. You start to head towards the doors following everyone out.

“Don’t go out there.” Bucky says.

“What, why not? Don’t you want to see the fireworks?”

“Yeah but come on, I know a better spot.”

You follow him through the compound, he stops in his room and grabs a blanket, and you end up on the roof.

“You’ll be able to see them better from here.” He explains as he spreads the blanket out. You both sit side by side as the fireworks begin to light the night sky. Out of the corner of your eye you see Bucky not really watching the show. His head is down and his shoulders slumped. You put your arm over his shoulder and rest your head against his arm.

“I’m sorry Buck.” You say.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“I know but I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better.”

You pull him down so he can lay his head on your lap. He lays flat on his back giving you the chance to look at him better. You go back to watching the fireworks as you absentmindedly start running your fingers through his hair. You hear a small sniffle come from your lap and as you look down you can see Bucky has his eyes closed and tears are staining his cheeks.

“Bucky, did I hurt you?” Concern showing in your face as he looks up at you.

“No I’m sorry it’s just… this is..” he takes a deep breath trying to calm himself down.

“Today has been a hard day for me. But you made it better and this right now. Everyone is afraid to touch me but I miss it. I miss the physical contact with people that isn’t some form of training or hand to hand combat. You know what I mean?”

“Oh Bucky,” you bend down and place a chaste kiss on his forehead and you just rest your forehead against his. “I’m right here for you and I always will be. You just have to let me know what you need.” You whisper.

“Could you keep doing what you were doing?”

“Of course Buck.” You smile down at him.

The day after Steve’s return

You wake up in the medbay room groggy from the sedative you were given. You blink a few times trying to adjust your eyes to the room. You look around the room expecting to see Bucky. Instead you find some clean clothes and a note saying he was called in for a briefing and that he would be back as soon as possible. You press the button to call the nurses and once they come in they first check your injuries, make notes on their chart and help you up. You walk to the bathroom with your clean clothes and take a quick shower.

“Since your wounds have healed enough there is no need for you to stay here another night.” Lucy, your favorite nurse says, she points a finger at you “But you have to rest. You aren’t completely healed, which means no training for a couple of days.”

“Is that Dr.’s orders?” you ask as you finish putting on your shirt.

“Yes, but most importantly it’s mine and don’t think I won’t come up to check on you.”

“Ok, take it easy and rest. Got it Lucy.” You smile at her.

“Do you want me to walk up with you?”

“No it’s ok I’ll be fine. There aren’t any buildings I have to jump through to get to my room.”

“You know what, I'm not releasing you until someone comes down here and takes you up. And from what I saw this morning the whole team is in a very important meeting. So take a seat and get comfortable. It's going to be a while.”

“Lucy come on, I was just kidding.” you plead trying your best to give you puppy dog eyes.

“You know that won’t work on me Y/N.”

A knock at the door interrupts your conversation. “Come in.” Lucy says.

The door opens and Steve is standing there. A smile on his face when he sees you’re up and alert.

“Hi, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No it’s ok Lucy here was just going to release me.” you say as you look between them.

“I said I would release you once there was someone to walk you up to your room.”

“Yeah and Captain Rogers can do just that. Isn’t that right Captain?”

Lucy turns to him, your hands up and clasped together silently begging him to say yes.

“Of course the team asked me to check in on her while they were in a meeting.” He clears his throat, “I’m ready if you are.”

“Okay, but I will be checking in on her and if I find her not resting you’re going to have to answer to me.” Lucy narrows her eyes at him then turns to you.

“No worries Ma’am I’ll make sure she stays put.”

“You obviously haven’t been around her enough Captain. Good luck.” she pats him on his arm as she walks out.

“Thank you so much. I was going to go crazy if I had to spend another minute here.” You tell him as you head out of the room. Taking slow steps down the hall.

“Don’t mention it. I actually came here to thank you and to apologize for last night.”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for or thank me for that matter Captain.” You wave him off.

“Please call me Steve, and yes I do.” He nods as he walks beside you looking at you every few steps.

“Okay, apology accepted. But why do you have to thank me? Is it because I kicked your ass?” you say as you finally get to the elevator. “If it’s because of that then you’re welcome.”

“No, not because you supposedly kicked my ass.” He laughs.

“Oh I didn’t? I’ll have F.R.I.D.A.Y pull up the surveillance footage.” You shrug.

“Fine you did kick my ass.” He raises his hands in defeat. “Nat told me last night that you’re the reason my things are still here. I wanted to thank you for that, but I don’t understand why?”

“Ca- Steve, the team talked about you all the time. They missed you so much.” you sigh.

“It doesn’t seem like it after last night.”

“Is it true that you left without saying goodbye or letting anyone know?”

“Yes it’s true, I just thought that saying goodbye would make it more difficult for everyone.”

“Well that is the biggest load of crap I’ve ever heard. I mean can you blame them for being mad? That doesn’t mean they didn’t miss you. They might not admit it but I witnessed all of them go into your room a few times. When they came back from a failed mission. When they needed advice or when they just missed their friend they were in your room. So when I saw the team from the museum going through some of your things I kicked them out. It was the only thing I could do to preserve the part of you that wasn’t out there for the public that was only for them to keep and they still go in there. So give them time and they’ll come around.” You tell him. As the door opens on your floor.

“I don’t really want to go to my room. How about we hang out in the living room instead, at least until the meeting is done?” you ask as you look up at him. His blue eyes meet yours as he nods as he begins to follow you. Once you’ve settled on the couch with a blanket and a few cushions you turn to Steve who is sitting at the end of the couch.

“When did you join the Avengers?” He asks as he studies your features.

“Well Tony found me in Europe. I’ve been with the team ever since but it was a while before I joined them on a mission. They’ve been great and everyone has been so supportive after everything that happened to me, I’m very fortunate that I’m even here.”

“Everything that happened?” He notices you hesitate. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t pry, it's not my business.”

“No it’s ok, you’re part of the team you should know too.”

You tell him how you were taken by HYDRA, given the serum and exposed to what you now knew was an infinity stone giving you your telekinetic abilities. You tell him that unfortunately you didn’t get dusted so you had to endure the so-called training they put you through for 6 years since they were trying to recreate the winter soldier program. He takes your hand in his when he sees you are holding back tears.

“You want to know the worst part about this?” you say sadly. “The reason I ended up with HYDRA was because my ex boyfriend traded me in order to clear a debt he owed. When he told me that he owed people money I tried to leave our apartment but then he just beat me until I was unconscious and when I finally came to I was in a cell.” You can’t stop the tears as you finish telling him how the person you trusted the most betrayed you.

“Y/N I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that.” He says as he wipes away your tears. He keeps his anger at bay when will this war against HYDRA end and why do kind people like you and Bucky have to be the ones that get hurt?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get emotional on you. We barely even know each other.” you huff out a laugh.

“Don’t be sorry that is a lot for anyone to go through but you made it out and survived. You’re stronger than you know.” He winks at you.

“So have you had a chance to talk to Bucky?”

“No, last night wasn’t the easiest reunion for any of us, and he was right to make sure you were taken care of first. Our reunion can wait.”

“You’re scared you fucked up big time and he won’t forgive you?” you raise one eyebrow.

“What of course… No I’m not scared” he rubs the back of his neck. “I’m terrified actually.”

“Well I would be too if I were gone for a year and a half and then showed up again without having said goodbye.”

“What do you mean a year and half? I was only gone for 3 months.” he counters.

“No Steve, it’s been a year and half since you left. I came to the compound about 3 months after you left and I’ve been here for a year and like 2 months.”

He stands up from the couch and begins to pace the living room.

“How is this possible? I lost another year and a half of my life because I was an idiot.” he berates himself.

“Steve don’t say that, look maybe you did lose some time but you can still fix your relationship with all of them you’ll have to take it slow but I know you can do it. Besides you aren’t alone, you have Nat and me to help.” you offer him a smile.

Just then Bucky walks in. His eyes lock with Steve’s for just a moment jaw clenched, you can practically feel the anger roll off of him. Then his eyes find yours and his face softens as he makes his way to sit on the couch with you. You move forward to give him some space behind you and once he sits down you lean against his chest. He places a quick kiss on your head as he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you close.

“Well if you’ll excuse me I have to talk to Tony.” Steve smiles at you and walks out before you can reply.

Steve noticed the way Bucky held you and he felt his heart break a little. He thinks he’s lost his opportunity to be with Bucky the way he wanted. He couldn’t be that upset though, if he had to see Bucky be happy with someone else, he was glad it was someone caring. Someone that was kind, sweet and understanding. Someone that didn’t allow the horrible events that happened to them destroy their loving nature.

Steve was glad it was you.

Ch 4

#til the end of the line and back #steve rogers #steve x reader #captain america #americas ass #bucky x reader #angst with a happy ending #fluff #steve x bucky #stucky x reader #the avengers #mcu fanfiction #avengers #marvel #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky fic #james barnes

[believeitseeitdoit]

Legos and Language

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: All bets are off when it comes to a Lego mishap in the Rogers-Barnes home 

Rating: Y'all shouldn’t be reading the filthy things if youre under 18 anyways but this one is pretty PG (but language is the exception)

Warnings: Domestic stucky, suggested and slight smutty times, 90% fluffy, some foul language, talk of murder and destruction of legos forever, feel good shit, Steve, Bucky and their girl have babies

don’t steal my little munchkin oc names please, I like them 

This is written from each lover’s POV, marked by ******** this 

This is a work of love and hated of legos, solely to be read for a smile and maybe some happiness, be kind or go away

        “Sonofabitch!” Your hushed curse rattles through the house as you stomp barefoot through your son’s pile of a semi built lego creation. With a few breathy “fuck’s,'' you hop over to the nearest chair to rub the new soreness out. Sharp indentations litter the underside of your arch, and you peel off a flat piece from your toe then mentally plot unmonitored use of the quantum realm to murder the creator of legos before they can cause any harm to you again.

       Continuing your muttering, you delicately set your foot down and turn to the mess. You sigh in relief that you didn’t destroy any of the built chunk, you were only subjected to the ultimate test of parenthood, the loose pieces.

     “Back to our regularly scheduled morning, coffee.” You say to the empty room, narrating your routine as if you were running a sitcom. Once in the kitchen, you set about making a hefty pot of coffee for you and your husbands, humming an 80s rock tune and letting your open robe swish around you loosely in the process.

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      They both notice you slide out of bed, a super spy and a retired Avenger don’t miss much in their own home. But rather than follow you down to the kitchen to disrupt your morning ritual, Steve pulls his husband against him and nuzzles his hair so they could get some quiet time of their own. A few moments later, Bucky is softly snoring against Steve’s arm, and Steve is on the brink of sleep when he hears a barely audible string of curses and the unbalanced thunking of feet along the hardwood. Bucky seems undeterred, so Steve leaves him be and slips out of the bed to investigate what caused the early use of language, not that he’s surprised considering their wife’s colorful vocabulary when the kids aren’t listening.

       Pulling his discarded boxers back on from the night before, Steve saunters out of the master suite silently toward the staircase. He pokes his head into the nursery to check on the sleeping infant twins, and heads down the old hardwood steps, praying for them not to creak with every step. Halfway down the stairs, he hears you filling the coffee pot under the tap and the chorus to a White Snake ballad quietly playing from the speakers while you hum along. With a smile and a small head bob as he catches the tune, Steve steps across the threshold of the stairs toward the living room and kitchen, unaware of the torture devices scattered on the floor.

      Steve intends to follow the wall to get to the kitchen without his presence known, until you hear a series of words that would make Tony blush and an unfortunate crunching sound of your son’s creation being smashed to bits.

     “SONOFAFUCKINGMONKEYSASSHOLE WHAT THE FUCKING DICK ON A STICK GOD DAMN PIECE OF TORTUROUS BULLSHIT IS THIS?!!” He yelps loudly and tries to hop over the new graveyard of legos.

     In his fresh misery, he misses you quickly dropping the coffee grounds onto the counter top and hustling toward him to make sure his verbatim doesn’t wake the twins. As you begin shushing him from a few steps away, Steve hobbles blindly toward your voice and you see it happen before you can say anything. Your big clutz of a husband smashes his un-assaulted foot through your son’s Legos, only this time Captain America is not the star spangled man with a plan. He has absolutely destroyed the near complete firetruck and you can only stand in awe at his ability to hit each remaining chunk of the build before he finally makes it to the couch.

     “Fuck fuck fuck fuck, why the fucking legos? FUCK!” His wailing is not going to gain any sympathies from you, only entertainment at the weaknesses of men.

     “Steven Grant, you shut the hell up before you wake my babies or I WILL send Bucky to the store and you can have twin duty alone.” Sitting down at his feet to pull the pieces off his skin, you scold him lightly but without any venom or intention. He hisses as you pull the flat plastic off his big toe, and you chuckle as his pathetic whimpers cease.

     “So, coffee?” You stand and pull him up with you toward the kitchen, letting his calloused hands and leftover cologne embrace you like a blanket as he leans down to caress your cheek. He kisses your forehead and softly brushes hair behind your ear with one hand while the other grips your plush hip under the loose robe.

     “Maybe something sweeter to distract me first? This robe is teasing me.” His lips ghost down your neck and he nips at your collarbone while pulling the thin silk off your shoulders.

     “You kept me up late, baby. I need coffee before anything today.” You whisper breathily against his tanned, thick chest, whimpering and shivering as you feel him trace the marks littering your skin and gently squeezing the flesh he is so obsessed with.

     He allows you to pull away only after you shudder again, but he stands behind you, hands locked onto your hips as you pour the bitter amber liquid into 3 mugs. Steve’s love bites on your neck keep you distracted long enough for Bucky to come down the stairs without being noticed.

     “I thought we agreed there was no third wheeling in this family, and yet here we are.” Your bonus husband is perched against the refrigerator offering your favorite coffee creamer and his signature pout.

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     Bucky is roused by his husband rolling out of bed and the accompanying coolness that surrounds him as the sheets flutter back down against the mattress. He listens to Steve pad lightly down the hall to check in on the kids, Hudson in his room first, then Charlotte and Talia in the nursery.  As the footsteps recede down the stairwell, Bucky lets his body sink into the bed and the scents of his partners surround him and lull him back to sleep.

     Until he hears a string of words leave his husband’s mouth, and a series of crunches and shattering sounds buried under more very inappropriate words. Now wide awake, Bucky shoves himself from bed and puts a loose sweatshirt over his head while he walks toward the stairs. He is halted by a whimper from one of his little twins in the nursery, but his ever present super senses note that both babes are still firmly asleep so he continues down the steps.

       Not sure of the state of things on the main floor, Bucky alertly scopes the space and finds their son’s legos strewn about the floor. With a sigh, Bucky steps around them and shakes his head as he follows the sounds of his husband and wife to the kitchen. He is met with tangled hair and soft pants, an open robed woman more stunning than Aphrodite, and a man barely containing his impressive erection in his low hanging boxers. Bucky can feel the energy in the room, can practically taste the arousal on them, and his subconscious stirs awake, begging to join like a wolf waiting for the hunt.

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      “And who plans on fixing our son’s firetruck creation? Because it sure as hell won’t be me, I will be taking care of our little girls where I am wanted.”

     Steve is the first to respond, an arm opens toward Bucky in the same moment. “Honey we didn’t mean to leave you out, c’mon over here let us show you how much better it is with you.” 

      As Bucky steps into Steve’s reach, you push off the counter and into the thick warmth of your husbands. Their desire envelops you as kisses are peppered on skin and fingers prod at bits of flesh for a better grip on reality. The moment is nearly bursting with love and lust, blinding both man’s super senses of their incoming visitor.

        “Who da hell bwoke my WEGOS!!!!????? MOMMYYYYY!” Hudson screeches from the bottom of the stairs and you’re running for him in an instant.

        “Hudson Anthony! You do not speak like that. You know better young man.” Steve and Bucky hiss at the use of their boy’s middle name, knowing how he feels in both respects.

       “Baby boy, I’m so sorry about the Legos, but you cannot use that language. No naughty words right?” You hate scolding him when you completely understand his frustrations, but heavens forbid he say any of that in public, the boy would be shamed and sent to his principal so fast even the Daily Bugle couldn’t catch it first. 

      Hudson sniffles and rubs his nose, trying to fight off tears of frustration in front of his daddy and papa, but quickly fails.

“But, is bwoken mommy. I woked so hawd on it! Wuh happened?” He begins wailing and stuttering breaths, and you pull him into your arms to hug and comfort him gently.

       “Shh, handsome, it was an accident. See, they were left too close to the stairs and mommy stepped on some, then daddy heard her yelp and ran through them too. Papa moved them out of the way and reminded daddy that he needs to help fix it with you baby.” You bounce him on your hip, trying to push the sadness away like you did when he was a small tike.

       Bucky and Steve step closer, each wrapping an arm around you and Hudson to initiate a bear hug. Hudson whimpers a bit longer then picks his head up from your shoulder and leans toward Steve, signaling he wants his daddy to hold him next. Steve pulls him close and whispers apologies only audible to his boy, but you and Bucky smile knowingly. They head to the far corner of the couch where they can have a quiet cuddle and talk about how Hudson can teach his daddy to rebuild the LEGO vehicle. 

      You lean against Bucky, enjoying the moment until he turns to the stairs.

       “Time for round 2 with some sleepy babies?” You tie your robe closed and head up the walk way, stubbing your toe on the first step.

       “Mother fu—dge on toast that was unpleasant.” You yelp and grip tightly onto Bucky’s vibranium arm. He chuckles and scoops you into his arms, carrying you up the remaining steps.

     “Careful, I don’t want to use your middle name today too darling.” He winks, setting you down at the doorway of the nursery. With a huff, you begin fluttering about the room, softly waking your girls and beginning their morning routine.

    “My sweet little Charlotte Ann, and my lovely Natalia Rose, you two are the most precious angels in this world. But for the love of all things holy, no Legos when you’re older ok?”

Tagging those who may appreciate this or can give me a helpful bit of advice on my writing : @bxccxdxll​ @iraot​ @sagechanoafterdark​ @tuiccim​  @thebescht​ @makbarnes​

#stucky #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #stucky x reader #steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes #parent Bucky #parent steve

[xsarcasticwriterx]

Wonderwall-part 6

Summary: The aftermath of drunken boys from the night before has repercussions

Warnings: swearing,angst

Pairing: Tony x reader, Stucky x reader

Notes: agh i love writing this story, it includes all my favorite x readers even if the tony x reader is more a one way thing

Wonderwall masterlist

You wake up hearing small groans, lifting your head you see bucky leaned over the toilet. you laugh "i hate everything" bucky groaned puking up well nothing "welcome to my world" you sit up rubbing your eyes.

bucky moves to the sink washing his face. "ugh move over" you said walking over, kneeling and puke up everything in your stomach. you stand groaning "think we need a new toilet after this" you look down at your stomach. bucky laughs "definitely"

The bucky went off to do some paperwork that needed to get done and you well you're still pregnant, so you just moved from one place to the next. So there you were on the couch watching your 5th movie.

you hear footsteps and peak over the edge. tony. he looks at you. you look at him. he starts to charge off and if there was a pregnant women's marathon you'd be the winner because you chased down stark and shoved him down.

pinning him down you hold him there "stay" he moved around "god for a pregnant women you sure have some strength," he said. "stop" you grabbed his shoulders. he stopped moving and laid still. "good"

you held him down still just in case "what the fuck do you mean you love me? you can't just drop that on me and run" you said. Tony's face dropped "nothing" he groaned. "tony stark if you lie to me once more will slap you" "it's nothing really I just.....the reality of us having a kid set in ok. we created another life. me and you. that happened for a reason ok the world didn't let it end in space for a reason hell we slept together for a reason. Were the same and it just makes me feel less alone and I love my baby so much already and in turn..." "you love me" you nodded looking to the side.

you understood, of course, you did. this all started because you dreamt of him and that's because you cared for him deeply. you still care for him deeply but then it was because you two were alone and now...well now it's only because whenever you see him you remember he caused the best thing to happen sure it wasn't meant to happen but it's sure the best thing.

"tony...look whenever I see you whenever I'm around you remember this beautiful baby inside of me and I feel happier than ever but...that the baby and while ill always care for you and be connected to you through them..." you couldn't say it and see his heartbreak from you. tears filled his eyes and your heart shattered. he nodded "can I go now?" he asked. "tony...please don't avoid me" you whispered. he shrugged well as well as he could with you on holding him down "I'll be there when our baby is born, ill be a father, ill be there for the ultrasounds but uhm us...I don't know just give me time please" and with that you let him go. getting up and walking back to the couch.

you hated to hurt him, but you also knew that you couldn't give him false hope. He's your friend and the father of yalls baby but you were with bucky you'd always be with bucky and depending on how things go...

the door slams open from a hallway cutting off your thoughts. "y/n!" bucky called for you. you saw him turn the corner with a confused and stressed and anxious face "buck?" you walked over to him grabbing his face. "have you- have you spoken to steve?" he asked out of breath. you gave a small breathy laugh "yea last night he was wasted" you smiled. "so you- you- he- huh?" bucky was clearly freaking out. "ok ok come here babe" you pulled him sitting him on the couch.

"babe how do you feel about steve?" you asked slowly. "baby we're together I can-" "how.do.you.feel" bucky just looked at you confused "honestly id love to go out with him," you said with a shrug. bucky looked confused and shocked now "baby," Bucky said with a soft sad tone "oh no no no babe with both of you"

well, now bucky was just really confused. "bucky baby just answer the question, please. how do you feel about steve?" you asked gently setting down on his lap while stroking his hair. bucky sat thinking back on his bond with steve. sure there were times when he looked at steve and thought how beautiful he was. like the trip that steve and bucky went on and they sat in the son, god how bucky thought steve looked so beautiful and his hair glowing blonde. Then there was the day they met and bucky saw the bloody beat-down boy in the alley, all he wanted to do was hold him and protect him from the world. Then, when Steve first got ditched on a date and steve went to buckys house at midnight, they sat by the road talking till the sun came up. Steve started laughing, then crying and bucky did hold him then but when steve sat back up all bucky wanted to do was hold him close again and beat the women who hurt him.

bucky looked up at you, the beautiful woman in his lap who was casually playing with his hair. he wanted to say no and things just go back to normal but looking at the beautiful girl in front of him he knew that he just needed to say it. "I love him," bucky said looking down.

you stood up "stay here," you said walking into the hallway towards steves room. you knocked and waited, you had a plan. Steve opened it with wide eyes. You grab his hand yanking him to the living room. "Tell him" you state. Bucky blinks a few times. You stare at him. "Speak boy speak" bucky clears his throat. "Steve uh i uh like you too" bucky slowly spews out. Steve blinks. Bucky stares wide eyed he said that at the floor, you smile and clap your hands. "Great ok now me you steveo here are going out. Tonight. So get ready and be prepared by 7 tonight." You state and run back to your room proud of yourself.

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It was 6:00 and you decided to shower. after you curled your hair [if you already have curly hair then just imagine your fav hair style] ad put on some eyeliner and lipstick. you put on a nice dark red dress with lace at the top and bottom. you checked the time seeing it was 6:50 and walked out into the living room. A few minutes later bucky came out in a nice suit and his hair in a bun. you smiled wide at him walking up to him. he had two bundles of flowers. "uh here" he said handing you a bundle.

"thank you buck" you kissed his cheek. soon after steve came out also in a nice suit. he looked very nice and he also had flowers. you smiled at him and bucky grinned. you were glad bucky seemed to be loosening up some. "looks like we had the same idea" steve smiled. "ah my '40s boys and their flowers" you smiled. steve and bucky laughed while steve and bucky exchanged flowers and steve gave some to you. "guess we should do something with these" you said looking down at the flowers. you each separated to put the bouquets in yalls rooms.

after you all joined in the living room again. "so what're we doing?" bucky asked looking at you. you smiled grabbing their hands "she's smiling....i'm worried" steve said. "me too" bucky replied. you dragged them to the screening room. you had set it up to have candles down the walkway and a ton of movies and all three of yalls favorite food.

"the screening- whoa" bucky said seeing the beautiful scenery. stark had wanted the room to be comfortable so instead of chairs yall had couches and some personal chair. the avengers often gathered here after long week of missions. "this is beautiful y/n" steve said smiling. you three took a seat at one of the sofas you had food in front of it and blankets. "what are we watching?" steve asked. "well i figured i'd take this time to catch you two up on what yall have missed and since i knew bucky loved reading the hobbit were watching the movie" "THEY MADE A MOVIE?!" bucky said looking at you. steve laughed "oh no y/n you may have just won this date already" you smiled.

you three mostly sat in silence but slowly you three started to cuddle. you head was on steves should and bucky had gotten tired and layed on steves lap. steve was holding your hand and stroking bucky's hair. honestly your not sure if any of you were really watching the movie or were more focused on the contact between you three. after the movie ended bucky had seemed to fall asleep. steve smiled down at him and gave a small laugh. "looks like a 3 hour movie is too long" steve said. steve picked up bucky bridal style and you two walked quietly to bucky's room.

steve layed bucky down and tucked him in smiling down at the boy. you loved seeing steve so enthralled by the man. you always knew of steves feeling towards bucky and finally seeing them act on it was more beautiful than you could ever imagine.

steve nodded out to the hallway. you two were right outside bucky's door but far enough that you wouldn't wake him. "i had fun thank you y/n for pushing us to this it was really nice" steve smiled "of course i'm just glad to see you finally admit to how you feel bout bucky" you smiled. you two were just smiling softly at one another. steve leaned down and you leaned up both meeting halfway.

steves lips were softer than you expected. it wasn't a long kiss, it was short and soft and kind. pulling away you smiled at steve "do this again sometime?" you asked. steve nodded "id like that as long as buck is ok with it" you smiled and kissed steves cheek "night steevie" you said walking to your room "night y/n"

"steveeeee" bucky groaned out half asleep. steve laughed walking in and up to bucky. kneeling down to be at face level he could see bucky's half asleep eyes. "what is it buck?" steve asked. bucky pulled steve into a kiss. it was rougher than yours and steve's but still short and kind. "i didn't see it fair for her to kiss you and not me too" bucky gave a sleepy smile. steve smirked. bucky scooted over and patted the bed. "little soon isn't it?" steve tilted his head. steve could barely see it but bucky rolled his eyes. "were not fucking just sleeping in the same bed don't act like we haven't done this before" bucky groaned "but that was different" "steve. just get in the fucking bed" bucky huffed. steve got in and bucky snuggled up to steve. "you cant be comfortable that way" bucky said poking his shirt.

"seems like an excuse for you to get me naked james" steve said with a smirk. "again....nothing i haven't seen before" bucky said. while the boys were close and they had seen each other undressed before this time was different. when steve removed the button up shirt and bucky removed his and his nice pants the tension of the room rose. laying back down bucky snuggled up to steve. while the two would love to just jump each other they knew they needed to take things slow and talk about how stuff like that works in this case. And bucky was really tired and fell asleep as soon as he was comfortable. snuggled up to bucky steve too fell asleep peacefully and comfortably.

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[winter-soldier-vibes]

Emma (Stucky x reader)

Friends inspired imagine. Stucky x pregnant reader, based on episode giving birth to emma

Stucky x reader

Author’s note: Sorry it took so long! I wanted to do this well, and it was a lot harder than I anticipated. I haven’t watched Friends much, not really at all before this request. It was also difficult to find a mix of what the characters in friends would say vs what the avengers characters would say. Some of this is directly from the scenes of that episode and I changed some of it around to fit the Marvel characters a little better. I didn’t know wether or not I should use the names from the episode, but I decided to go ahead and keep them the same.I hope you enjoy it

Word count 1603

Warnings: none really, small part at the beginning where reader gives birth

A/N: Sorry it took so long! I wanted to do this well, and it was a lot harder than I anticipated. I haven’t watched Friends much, not really at all before this request. It was also difficult to find a mix of what the characters in friends would say vs what the avengers characters would say. Some of this is directly from the scenes of that episode and I changed some of it around to fit the Marvel characters a little better. I didn’t know whether or not I should use the names from the episode, but I decided to go ahead and keep them the same. I hope you enjoy it

A/N 2: I have never watched FRIENDS before, I just watched this episode. I moved around some of the lines to what I thought would be most appropriate. I hope I did this justice, I tried my absolute best with it! Enjoy!!! xxx

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“OH MY GOD,” you screamed, face clenching in pain. You clenched onto the hands of the two people beside you. Bucky on your right and Steve on your left.

“Just keep breathing, sweetheart,” Steve said

“You’re a great doll,” Bucky chimed in.

“AGH, that’s easy for you to say! Why did you do this to me? Which one of you do I have to hate for this?!” you yelled, looking between the two of them.

They tried to contain their laughter. They knew you were half kidding, half serious. You were interrupted by the team of nurses at the foot of your bed. “Just a few more pushes, y/n. You’re doing so well.”

You took a few more breaths before pushing again, sure that you were breaking a few blood vessels. You sighed and leaned back against the bed, relieved when you heard the sound of cries fill the room.

You panted against the hospital bed, trying to catch your breath. You saw the two of your lovers beaming down at you. “You did great, doll.”

The nurses got to work with cutting the umbilical cord and held your newborn daughter up for you to see. Your heart melted.and you looked between Steve and Bucky. “Oh my God! She’s so beautiful!” 

Bucky looked at her too and shook his head. “She’s so little,” he said. He had never been around a child before, at least not closely before. He had been nervous around having a child, what with his past of being the Winter Soldier. But you and Steve assured him that he would be great.

The nurses took your little girl over to another corner of the room. You moved your eyes back to where they had been standing. “Where are you taking her?” you asked, panicked. Steve looked at you, “Hun, they’re just taking her to wrap her, it’s fine.”

You nodded, before looking back to the nurses “Just be careful with her! Don’t hurt her…”

The two men chuckled at you. You always had a flare for the dramatic. 

The nurses brought your child back over and handed her to you. You took her into your arms and your heart melted all over again. She was just so precious. “Hi there,” you said, and Bucky and Steve stood behind each shoulder, looking at your newborn. 

“Do you have a name yet?” the nurse asked.

You looked up at her and shook your head. “Not yet, no.”

She smiled at you. “That’s okay. For now we’ll call her Baby Girl y/l/n.”

You shook your head. “No, that’s not right.” You looked to the guys on either side of you. You knew that you were going to spend the rest of your life with them, and nothing could ever change that. “Let’s call her baby girl Rogers-Barnes”

The two super soldiers beamed down at you, and you smiled back at them. You couldn’t have been happier.

You were on an emotional rollercoaster for the next few days. The doctors said it was because of the hormonal shifts from giving birth but it was really fucking annoying. You would go from being so happy, to being scared shitless about being a mother. From laughing about almost anything to crying about almost everything. You couldn’t explain it, you just went along with it. The guys were there for every bit of it.

One day the rest of the team came to visit you. It was Tony, Sam, Bruce, Scott, Clint, Wanda, and Nat. They all chorused with “aww”’s when they saw her. Who knew a team of superheroes could really be so soft?

“So, which one of your’s is it?

“TONY!”

He looked innocently at the others. “What? It’s an honest question!”

You laughed. “It’s all of ours, Tony.”

Wanda smiled down at you and asked if she could hold her. You handed your child over to her and she beamed down at her. “She’s beautiful,” she said. Scott, who was standing next to her, held out his hands as well. “Wow,” he said. “She’s so real.” Everyone in the room gave him a ‘no-shit’ look. When he realized everyone was staring at him, he said “You know what I mean.”

“You know it’s crazy,” Tony started. “One minute she’s inside of you and two days later here she is.”

Your daughter kept getting passed around to everyone in the room, you instinctively holding your hands out when she was passed over the bed. Your eyes started tearing up again and you grabbed a tissue from your endless supply on the bedside table. Steve looked down at you. “What’s the matter sweetheart?”

“Nothing, I just can’t stop crying, I don’t know what’s going on.”

He laughed to himself, saying “It’s perfectly normal. You know about the shifts in hormones the doctor was talking about.” Bucky added “And you haven’t slept well in days.”

“So?” you croaked out. “Everyone on this team is sleep deprived and I don’t see any of you crying over spilling something on your shirt.” The people around you tried not to laugh so it wouldn’t upset you more.

Bruce asked, “Do you have a name for her yet?”

Tony put his hand up, “Wait, you mean it isn’t Baby girl? I thought that was so original,” he said, sarcasm dripping in his voice. Nat slapped his arm. 

You shook your head. “Not yet, but we’ve narrowed it down to 2 names,” Steve said. You looked up at him “You know what? I like both of them too much. You guys just pick and then that will be it.”

Bucky and Steve looked at each other, having a silent conversation with their eyes. When they both thought they had reached a decision, the both said different names. They furrowed their brows together, and you started laughing at them. They had another silent conversation, and then Steve said “Everyone, meet Isabella.”

You shook your head and felt the tears stinging your eyes again. Steve looked down at you, concerned. “What’s the matter dear?”

“It’s not right! That’s not her name…”

Bucky laughed a little, suggesting the other name. “What about Delilah?”

You threw your hand up. “Great. Now whenever we say her name I won’t be able to get that damn song out of my head.”

The two of them looked at each other before Steve turned back to the team. “Well, I guess we’re back to Baby Girl for now.”

Tony decided to step in. “I really like Toni with an ‘I’. Or Tonya, you know, something along those lines,” which earned another slap from Natasha. He looked at her. “What? Do you have any better ideas?” 

“No, I never had to think about it. I can’t have kids, remember?”

Clint shook his head and turned to the 3 of you. “Don’t worry, you’ll find a name soon.”

Steve laughed lightly. “Easy for you to say. You already have your kids and their names. All 3 of them.”

Steve turned to his friend Sam. “What about you? Ever think about it Sam?”

He shrugged, saying “Yeah, I guess. I know what they’d be if the time ever comes.”

You looked at him, saying “What are they? Tell us.”

He looked a little surprised, suddenly all eyes were on him. “Okay...Well if it’s a boy he’d be Daniel.”

You looked at him expectantly “And if it’s a girl?”

He shook his head. “I don’t wanna say.”

“Oh come on, it’s not like I’m going to want it or anything.” you said.

He looked down. “It’s Emma.”

You gasped, “Oh! Emma….” you looked down at your daughter who had made her way back into your arms. You bit your lip keeping your eyes down. “See, I don’t want it…”

Sam shook his head and looked between you and Steve. “Hey.” he said, and you looked up to him. “Take it.”

“What?” you asked

“Sam -” Steve started.

“Look, she’s clearly an Emma.”

You shook your head. “But you love that name.”

He looked at you and smiled slightly. “I love you more.” When Steve and Bucky tensed a little he added, “Not like these guys do, no just like, a friend love thing you know? Platonic.” The 3 of them started laughing a little and Steve clapped a hand on his back. “Besides, not like I’m about to be a dad anytime soon.”

The rest of you started laughing now, and you looked down at your child. “Everyone, meet Emma Rogers-Barnes.”

#stucky #stucky x reader #bucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #bucky barnes x reader x steve rogers #pregnant reader #avengers #avengers imagine #marvel #mcu #fanfiction #friends #based on friends episode #emma

[ceratonia-siliqua]

I saw you were open to prompts and I was wondering if you could write something with Android Peter?? (bonus points if smut is involved) Your writing is so good and I would love to see your take on it!

Thank you for waiting! I hope it delivers!!

Ship: WinterSpider (former Stucky mentioned)

Warnings: Nudity mentioned, some dehumanization due to the nature of androids, and some asshole Steve mentioned (sorry buddy)

“Bucky, come on. Just give it a shot.” 

“Tony-”

“You’ve been depressed for months, just take him for a few weeks. If you absolutely hate having him around then you can return him. I just finished designing a maternal instincts chip for Pepper, worst case she’d love to use him as baby practice.” 

“Fine, fine. Whatever, what do I need to do?” 

Tony beamed like Bucky had been the one begging rather than the other way around. The bastard put a hand on his shoulder as he led him out of the study and into the lab. It wasn’t a long walk, just a quick pop down the hall and a few stairs. The room was not a place he ever went, having heard legends of the absolute horror show it was. 

The rumors were on the fucking money but not in the way he had expected. 

It was filled with mechanical body parts, shocking realistic ones that left him staring as he tried to put together that they’re entirely creations of tech. He knew Tony built droids, fuck, the whole world did. It was his business. He’d gotten so good at the task in fact that he was facing some news shitstorms given the advancements in AI leading to a genuine conversation in what to do as the creations gained further and further sense of sentience. They’d tried to stop Stark, but when you have enough money to buy out the federal government, not much could be done on that front. 

“You’re gonna love him. He’s an absolute sweetheart, in fact, he’s got a heavily modified Gen 4 Sweetheart Build. One of a kind! Even perfected the synthetic curls working on him. Possibly one of the kindest AI’s I’ve ever constructed, little bit of a trickster when he wants to be though, couldn’t let you get away without a bit of a challenge-” Tony continued to go on as he practically shoved Bucky towards a side room. 

“Tony, please don’t tell me you made this android specifically for me.” He had been under the impression it was a match Tony had made after the fact, not something with genuine thought put into it. 

“Can’t just throw any random personality at you, Bucko! You need a specific set of traits and I am happy to deliver seeing as how nothing like this kiddo is like what we have on the market.” 

“Tony, you should have asked first. What if I can’t take care of this-” Machine? Man? How was he supposed to refer to this gift Tony was trying to give him? 

“Trust me! You will.” 

“Tony.” He stopped just before the closed door leading to the room where this now present anxiety was lurking.  “Why are you doing this?” 

There are several beats of silence before a word passes through the space. “Bucky… you haven’t been the same since Steve left. I want to help you move on from him. It doesn’t take a super genius to see that he broke your heart.” 

It would have been kinder to just have punched him in the gut. Steve had abandoned him. Left him for a woman from his youth after promising a life with him. There had been no reason, no suggestion Steve had been unhappy with him, yet one day he was there and the next there was a note on the coffee table and a gaping hole in his apartment. 

“Please, just try. I know you’re still trying to work through this but just try him out for a little while. You deserve to be happy, open yourself up to it. That asshole wins if you stay hung up on him forever.” 

He really fucking hates when Tony is right. 

Without another word he opens the door without Tony’s permission and steps into the room. The tiny form that lays on the fluffy duvet takes his breath away. 

The boy is lithe, so small Bucky is scared for a second that Tony has given him a child. Getting closer though he sees the marks of manhood, more defined muscle, raised cheekbones, a lack of true baby fat anywhere on his body. He couldn’t help but notice the way a set of small, smooth balls peek out from his pressed thighs. Yet to see his face and Bucky was already feeling the tugging connection, a need to know more. 

Rounding the bundle, he can’t help but pull a blanket off of one of the random shelves, covering the slip of a thing in front of him. Taking the opportunity to glimpse the face of the android coming home with him, he crouches in front of that seemingly sleeping face. 

It takes his breath away. Small noise, delicate cupids bow, wild and frenzied curls framing rosy cheeks. He desperately wanted to see those eyes, wanted to know if they were just as soft as the rest of him. 

“His name is Peter. One of the most high end models, he has features not even on the market. He can feel cold, heat, pain, pleasure. Both his throat and anal cavity are outfitted with the most expensive and durable stimulation sleeves we have available. I picked a version that everyone loves, top seller. He’s able to cum if you want him too. Knows how to groom himself but has preferences. I picked… something a little more dependent. He’ll keep you busy. Utter love bug is what he is. He’s had a little bit of ‘on’ time, just enough to calibrate some settings. His list of enjoyment is fairly open, he’s predisposed to certain things but since he’s never experienced anything he’s not sure what he likes quite yet. Gentle, kind hearted, and designed to form deep attachments, he should be perfect.” 

He is the opposite of Steve. Not the exact opposite, but it seems Tony worried about hitting too close to home and made something that was unfamiliar enough to be wholly new while still takinging into consideration what he might enjoy. Even size wise, where Steve had been bigger than him, Peter was much smaller and maneuverable. Peter could be a doll in his hands if Bucky wanted, put him in control. 

“He’s also the second ever android to be programmed with the ability to form connections of love and feel the full range of emotions available to humans.” 

Bucky’s head shot towards the other man. “Tony, that’s illegal.” 

The frown on that goatee ridden face shows just how aware of that fact he is. “I know, but only on market versions. If you self construct a droid or personally program and install the coding needed, which most people can’t, then it’s fine. I’m not allowed to sell people love, but I can give it to you for free.” 

Already stuck in this deal, already tender for the angelic little thing in front of him, he sighs. “We’re not gonna get in shit for this? He’s not gonna get disassembled if people find out?” 

“Most people aren’t even going to know he’s not human. Unless they get really close and study him, no one on the street is going to see him and think he’s anything but a regular young man out with his boyfriend.” 

“... Alright Tony, you win. Where do I sign?”

____

Becoming conscious, and aware of that consciousness, it is something humans were unprepared for in their creation of AI. After all, children forget the trauma of being born, but how do you prepare a being that can already understand the complexities of life for the sudden plunge into reality? Really, you don’t. 

Peter woke up and for the first time, was aware. His systems were all fine, green lit and all areas functional and ready to go. Yet, he didn’t move. Everything was sounds, shapes, colors, objects, things he knew but that were not familiar. It was something to take in, how do you even begin when there is so much? 

There is a pressure between his shoulders, and suddenly he is focused on what it is to feel. 

“You seem a little overwhelmed, sugar. Everything okay?”

The voice is smooth, registers as male in his system, compared to things he’s never heard but knew the sound of. 

“Yeah… just- trying to get my bearings.” At least speech wasn’t a difficulty. It was not comfortable on his tongue but they were still doable, something he could succeed at even as his vision is too full. He closes his eyes, sighing as the lack of input makes everything feel less chaotic within him. 

“Take all the time you need, I’ve got plenty to give.” 

“What’s your name?” A basic way of understanding, something so ingrained in his code that it was the easiest thing he’d done so far. 

“Bucky, James Buchanan Barnes if you wanna get technical but Bucky is fine.” 

“Bucky,” The name rolled across his tongue, smooth and buttery. It was new but old, as if he’d been told the name thousands of times. It felt like an old hat, a detail he would remember even if everything else in his memory failed. “I like it.” Something clicked, a sense of enjoyment, a rush of pleasant feelings across his skin and the delicate, hair thin wires underneath. 

That seemed to knock the man into silence. Peter reached out, groping for the being that was with him, showing him kindness despite their lack of previous introductions. Fingers grazing something slightly scratchy, he gasps, eyes flying open on reflex when a light pressure envelopes his wrist. 

The man is fuzz but Peter knows enough to know what beauty is and this man must be the very definition of it. Long hair, dark shadows across his upper lip and jaw. Blue, a color he had not realized had a name till he saw it here. He feels warm, a giggle escapes him, something he knows is a sign of his happiness, one he hopes Bucky will share in. 

Smiling is a sign, a good one. Something that makes Peter giddy as he flexes his fingers against that same scratchy surface on Bucky’s face. 

“What is this?” Scritching away with the tips of his digits. 

A chuckles, soothing and filled with a note that rolls slow and low across Peter’s ears. “A beard, you know what that is?”

He looks up the word, searching in his head for an answer until it pops up. “Oh! Yes, I do.” 

“Really are new to this, aren’t you?” 

His cheeks suddenly feel heated and an odd feeling curls in his belly as he glances away. 

“It’s okay darling,” There is a rustling of fabrics and a gentle set of lips pressed to his forehead. A sign of affection, and one Peter knows he loves the second he feels it. “We’ll get you all figured out.” 

#ask cera #winterspider #peter parker x bucky barnes #mcu #this is unedited so apologies #also it's a bit short but I wanted to get it out before other things buried it in my wips pile forever! #Anonymous #siliqua writes

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

All he wants for Christmas

Based on this: “Can we get a Drabble where reader is the apple of Steve’s eye, despite the readers disinterest. Bucky notices his friends obsession and barely-there restraint. Maybe reader gets black out wasted at the Christmas party and Bucky and Steve wind up taking her ‘home’/back to their room where Bucky manages to entice Steve to finally act on his desires while she’s unable to stop him?”

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“y/n is a stark employee/shield employee whos taken on as a holiday temp hands out candy canes and stuff, and either Bucky or Steve become obsessed with y/n and make a move during a work costume party.” both requested by anonymous.

Warnings: noncon sex (fingering, blowjob, intercourse), drinking.

Note: Another holiday drabble. I have quite a few now so I’ll be working on getting them done. These were drabbles which suggested both Bucky or Steve so I did both. Enjoy some dark holiday Stucky.

Hope y’all enjoy. Like and/or reblog!! <3 Reblogs really help especially since I haven’t been getting many.

As a temp, you were the bottom of the totem. That meant you got the lamest assignments. That meant you weren’t just a guest at the annual holiday party, you were working. At least for the first hour. As guests arrived, you were to greet them, in the gauche red dress trimmed in fake white fur, with a basket of candy canes.

You realized quickly, no one really wanted the candy canes. They tucked them away, forgotten, and moved on to talk with those they knew. You were acquainted with many of the guests so it was even more embarrassing that Tony tasked you with the ridiculous post. He did however hint that your acceptance of the little job could secure your position in the company when your contract came to an end.

You checked your watch. Another ten minutes and you could join everyone else. Tony just wanted a little show at the door. He always went all out. The next pair to enter the lobby were familiar. Despite their fame, they were always friendly and you were surprised that you’d come in almost daily contact with them throughout your work at Stark Tower.

You met Steve’s eye and braced yourself with a stiff smile. His eyes rounded, just for a second, and he looked to Bucky beside him. Bucky smirked at your costume and elbowed Steve to keep going as they neared. It was awkward but you swallowed your pride and grabbed candy from your basket.

“Happy Holidays,” You chimed as you held out the sugary canes. 

“Jeez, Stark has you out here doing this?” Bucky tutted.

“For a little while longer,” You replied as Bucky took a candy cane. Steve was not so subtly avoiding looking at you. Bucky took the other candy and shoved it in Steve’s front pocket.

“So will we see you inside?” Bucky asked. Steve finally turned to you. His blue eyes strayed to the square top of your dress but quickly flitted back to your face. Was he blushing? You had told Tony this dress was too much.

“Shortly,” You assured them. “You should go in before you’re late. Tony’s impatient tonight.”

“Yeah, let’s go...inside.” Steve agreed, his voice was distant even though he stood right in front of you.

“Yeah, sure,” Bucky shook his head and shoved his hands in his pocket. “Let’s go, bozo.” 

He nudged Steve with his elbow and you nodded to them in a silent farewell. They passed through the wide doors into the burgeoning room draped in lights and gold. Jenny would be here soon to take over, her shift would be slower but she’d drawn the short straw. You hoped, at least, you could enjoy the what you had left of the night.

-

You handed off the basket of candy and quickly scurried into the party. You found your way to the table of snacks and drinks. You looked over the spread and thought deeply about what you’d go for. Some of it looked a little too posh. Something easy and light would do. You picked at the dry cheeses and crackers and glanced around the room.

You took a glass from the row of clean one and stepped along towards the bowl of punch, the warmed vat of cocoa, and the egg nog. A shadow appeared beside you and you looked up to find Bucky there.

“Oh, hey,” You said, surprised.

“You’re done?” He wondered.

“Yup,” You said gleefully. “Do you know if this stuff has alcohol or…”

“Nah, the waiters have the alcohol,” He answered as he looked over your head. “You want some?”

“I’m good with the punch,” You ladled some into your glass. You drank the sickly sweet juice though it hinted at something more. “You sure?” You looked at the deep red juice.

“Yeah, champagne and cider only,” Bucky shrugged. “So, you hiding by the food the whole night or you gonna get in the spirit?”

“You don’t seem the festive type,” You replied as you turned to the room. Several temps waved to you and you waved back. “Am I in your way? Maybe you’re the one wanting to hide under the table.”

“Nope, just saw you hovering over here, thought maybe you’d join the old men for a drink,” He gestured to the other side of the room. Steve stood nervously staring at you and looked back to Sam the moment your eyes met.

“Does punch qualify?” You raised your glass.

“Whatever you like. We heard your contract ends in January. Thought it’d be rude not to say a proper goodbye.”

“Yeah, well, I might get an extension...but you never know.” You sighed.

“You sure you don’t want a real drink?”

“Yeah. I don’t like to drink at work things.” You assured him. “Especially with my job in the balance.”

“Makes sense. So?�� He tilted his head.

“I can pop by and say hello,” You stepped away from the table. “Shall we?”

“Ladies first.” He waved you past him and you reluctantly went ahead.

You wove through the crowd and sensed him behind you. You came upon Sam and Steve, the latter as evasive as before.

“Hey,” Sam nodded and sipped his drink. “Nice get-up.”

“Thanks,” You rolled your eyes. “Not exactly my choice.”

“My first party, Stark made me wear elf ears,” Sam said. “That’s just Tony.”

Steve looked to you and smiled. His lips moved as if to say something and he closed his mouth. Then he finally spoke. “Hi.” Was all he said.

You raised a brow and took a drink. He was always a bit standoffish, at least you thought so. Though you’d walked in on him with others and he never had much of an issue talking or letting his thoughts be known. Maybe it was you. Shit, maybe he didn’t like you and told Tony so and all this was for nothing.

“Don’t worry about it, last year,” Bucky intoned before it grew tense. “Tony stuck magnets to my arm with the help of that kid. I didn’t notice for three days. Had to get recalibrated after I broke several door handles.”

You chuckled, imagining the scene. You felt Steve watching you and glanced over. He looked between you and Bucky and frowned. You hid your confusion and took another gulp. He definitely hated you and sucking up to his friend wouldn’t help you.

Finish your punch, you told yourself, then go hide with the rest of the temps. 

-

The evening didn’t go to plan. You didn’t go hide with the other temps. A refill turned into two or three more, each time Bucky left to fill your glass. Soon enough you lost count. Soon enough the crowd was thinning out and the room seemed to tilt and spin just slightly.

“Okay, there’s gotta be something in this,” You turned to Bucky and hiccuped. 

“If there is, I don’t know,” He shrugged and chuckled. 

It was only the three of you. Sam was off goading Natasha over their last mission and had quickly lost himself in being her personal pest. Despite his reticence, Steve hadn’t parted but instead stayed close. Maybe he was keeping tabs on Bucky. Or you. You finished your glass and set it aside on a nearby table.

“Alright I should--” You tripped over your heel and Bucky caught you.

“I thought you didn’t drink at these things,” He teased.

“I don’t, I--”

“You couldn’t taste it?”

“What? What did you--” The heat of alcohol gathered in your cheeks. “Did you--”

“No tampering. Just a fib.”

“Wha--”

“Steve, help me.” You looked over and Steve nodded, eyes wide and intent on you. He took your other arm. “We better get her outta here before someone notices how drunk she is. I doubt Tony needs a lush on his staff.”

“I’m not--Oh, you son of a…” You held in a belch as they led you easily across the room. You were too wobbly to resist. Besides, he was right. You were drunk and Tony noticing wouldn’t do you any favours.

“My coat,” You muttered as they led you out of the room.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ll get the coats. You got your ticket?” 

You didn’t answer and Bucky felt along your hips and found your purse hanging loosely from your shoulder still. He snapped it open and fished out your coat check slip. He held out his hand to Steve and took his. He left you with the other super soldier who was stiff against you. You dared to look up at him.

“Why did he lie to me?” You asked quietly. Steve didn’t answer, only tightened his arm around you and looked around for Bucky.

When Bucky returned, they draped your coat over your shoulders and helped you out onto the street. A cab pulled up at the curb and you it all moved too quickly for your slow mind. You were crushed between the two Avengers on the leather seat as the city streaked by.

The door opened and you were pulled across the seat. Voices here and there but you were distracted by your sudden panic. Bucky held you up as your feet found the pavement and the yellow cab pulled away. Steve was at your other elbow in a moment.

“Where are you taking me?” You tried to pull away. “Wait, why did we leave? What’s going on?”

“Steve, help me with her.” Bucky ordered. “Shit, I’ve done all the work so far.”

You were drawn away from Bucky and suddenly scooped up. You glanced up at Steve as he held you but he didn't look at you. Wouldn't look at you. The other soldier led the way as your head spun. The motion of being carried made you even dizzier.

A couple steps, a lock, a door opened and closed. You reached out and latched onto air. Another door, stairs, then finally, a third door. Steve angled you through as Bucky held it open and closed it swiftly.

Lights flicked suddenly over the loft. A warm glow despite its strangeness. You wriggled and Steve squeezed you tight. Bucky sighed and strode across the room. He fell into an armchair and splayed his legs out.

"You wanted her. You got her." Bucky said. "She couldn't say no if she wanted to."

Steve's chest rose and he looked at you at last. The glimmer in his eye made you shiver.

"Steve," You slurred. "Please, put me down."

"You want me, don't you?" He purred.

"What? Steve, I just want to go home."

He frowned. "She doesn't want me, she wants you. I could tell. Earlier."

"Just put her on the couch. Stop being a baby." Bucky loosened his tie. "Christ's sakes, of course she wants you so why don't you show her how much she wants you?"

"Ugh, please," You gripped your head and Steve began to move again. He dropped you on the couch and you exclaimed at your jolty landing. "I don't…I'm…"

You could explain your thoughts, your feelings, your fears. They stirred together in your head and threatened to boil over. You sat up as Steve removed his jacket. 

"Don't be stupid," Bucky warned lazily. "I'll hold you down myself. Now give the man what he wants."

"Bucky?" You gasped.

"You can't actually be so dumb," Bucky scoffed. 

Steve's hand pushed your jacket from your shoulders as he stayed silent. You looked up at him, afraid. He shuddered and threw it away from him.

"Better help him or you won't have anything to wear out of here." Bucky intoned.

You looked between them and trembled. Steve reached to the straps of your dress and shoved them over your shoulders. You gulped as he threatened to rip them.

"You…" Your voice quavered and you turned your back to him. "Unzip me."

He was clumsy, eager. He pushed your zipper down and his fingers tickled your skin. 

"See," Bucky chuckled. "Easy. They're all so easy."

Steve's slid the straps down next and your bodice slackened. He guided the fabric past your waist and let it fall to your feet. You closed your eyes and turned your face down. He fumbled with your bra, loosing it only after a curse under his breath.

You flinched as your bra fell down your arms. It dropped down onto the dress as his hands went to your panties. He guided them down your thighs, caressing your legs all the way down. You made to lift your foot from your heel and he stopped you. 

"Keep those on," He said. 

You let him stretch the panties over the shoes and dispose of them with a toss. He untangled the rest of your clothing from your feet and flung them aside. You opened your eyes as he ran his hands back up your legs and to your hips.

He pushed on you as he stepped closer. He rubbed his crotch against your back. You sensed Bucky watching but he hadn't moved from his seat. Steve leaned down as he gripped your hips.

"Bend over." He urged. "I wanna see if you're just a pretty as my dreams."

You relented as he nudged you over. You caught yourself on the edge of the couch. His hands went to your ass as your ankles threatened to bend in your heels. You felt him move and tried to pull away. You were too drunk and swayed as he barely kept you upright. His hand flitted away but quickly came back to spank you.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” He warned.

“I don’t...understand,” You breathed.

Your body shook as his hand descended along your thighs. You glanced back as he got to his knees and you tried to pull your legs together but his hand slipped between them and held you in place. You looked over at Bucky as he watched casually. Almost as if he were watching a screen; detached and unreal.

“Why…” You rasped and your voice caught in your throat.

Steve nuzzled along your pussy and his tongue surprised you; coolly but warm at the same time. He pushed your legs a little wider and grazed his hand up along your thigh. He pressed his fingers along your vee and spread his saliva along your folds. His hand and mouth worked in tandem as the peculiar sensation spread through you, dulled and intensified by your drunkenness.

His other hand slid up your hip and urged you to bend deeper. His tongue delved down and flicked your clit. You spasmed and he did it again and again. Then his lips closed around the small bud and he sucked on it. The waves rose over you as he let his mouth coax you from your hazy fear.

You grabbed onto the cushion as your breath hitched. You spread your legs wider for Steve. You weren’t thinking, couldn’t think. It felt wonderful and your mind clung to the delightful blooming in your core. You moaned and wanted to swallow it up, but the noises continued to rise with the ripples and soon you were panting a pleading in ecstasy.

Steve pulled away and rubbed your pussy. He smeared your cum down your thigh and pinched. He drew away and you felt him get to his feet. Your legs trembled and threatened to collapse. Movement caught your eye as Bucky stood and brushed past Steve.

Bucky walked around the back of the couch and bent over it to grab your hands. He took them and set them on the back of the sofa. You were forced to look up at him as you lifted your knees up onto the cushions. Steve’s belt buckle clinked and you turned your head only slightly before Bucky caught your chin.

“He’s wanted this for so long,” Bucky sneered. “You think you can keep teasing him like this, hm? Running around in that little dress.

“St--I never…” You gasped as Steve’s large hands went to your hips again and he forced his knee between your legs.

“Come on, open up,” Bucky said as his thumb ran along your bottom lip. “Let him in. We all know it’s what you want.”

You tried to shake your head but he held firm. The tip of Steve’s cock poked along your thigh and he tickled your skin with it as he guided it to your folds. You inhaled sharply and Bucky’s thumb pressed higher.

“Come on,” Bucky purred and forced his thumb past your lips. “Such a precious little kitten.”

Steve wetted his tip along your pussy and stopped at you entrance. Your eyes widened as you looked up at Bucky. Shock and hunger beckoned you forth. Your lips closed around Bucky’s thumb as Steve pushed inside inch by inch. Bucky pressed down your tongue and you couldn’t help but suck, just a little.

“See. We know you’re not so innocent, kitten.” He reached down and fumbled with his belt as Steve bottom out.

You bit him slightly and he chuckled. Steve pulled back and thrust back in, forcing Bucky’s finger deeper. Bucky pushed open his pants and slipped his thumb from your mouth, a strand of spit hung between you. He drew you closer and Steve kept close behind, still inside of you as he pushed his knees up on the couch beside yours.

You were forced to bend over the back of the couch as Bucky’s cock sprang forth. He gripped it and seized the back of your head. “I wasn’t going to use you but you’re just so eager,” He pushed your head down till your lips were at his tip. “I know you can do it, kitten.” He said as Steve rocked against you. “Look how well your taking him.”

You whimpered as Steve pushed himself as deep as he could go, your hips fully against the couch. He tickled along your spin as he thrust again, basking in the way you squirmed against him.

“Come on and open,” Bucky squeezed your jaw.

You parted your lips and he forced the head of his cock through. He caressed your cheek as he slid deeper and his other hand came up to pet your hair. You gagged as he reached your throat and he eased back just a little.

“Mmm,” Bucky hummed.

Steve thrust harder and the impact forced Bucky back to your throat. He pushed a little more and you let him deeper until you couldn’t breathe. Steve’s groans kept time with his hips as he was more fervent with each tilt. More eager, more hungry. He sank into again and again, faster and harder.

Bucky began to work against you in time, his cock sliding out as Steve’s pounded into you. The had you trapped between them on the couch, your back and jaw ached as they used you. Your vision blurred and heat took over your wits. You tried to remember how’d you gotten here, how this had happened. You could only think of the streaking city lights and the endless glasses of punch.

Your body rose again, on a cloud as neither stuttered or stop. You felt your self ascending again and your body clung to Steve as he hammered into, bouncing you off the cushions with ease. He leaned into you, crushing your chest against the back of the couch as your head hung over the edge to take Bucky. 

You came but your cry was muffled by Bucky’s cock. You only gulped and gagged as he ignored the spasms of your body and Steve took your orgasm as a sign to reach for his own. The clap of flesh, the sloppy squelching, it all melded together in a storm of pleasure. You were weak, senseless, and overwhelmed.

Steve came first. He leaned against you heavily as he thrust as hard as he could. His hips twitched as he released inside of you. He sighed and wiggled his hips as he languished in the warm deluge. Your walls clung to him and Bucky sped up. 

He held your head firm as he fucked you, chasing his own orgasm until he unloaded down your throat. It was hot and salty and made you retch around him. He didn��t stop as you fought not to let your body revolt. He fucked your face until his was completely down, until your lips were coated in his cum and your own spit.

Bucky pulled out and you coughed as he let you slump over the couch. Your arms slid over the edge and you panted as Steve stayed against you. He pulled you back sharply and turned, still inside you, as he drew you into his lap. He kept you from folding up as his hands cupped your chest and Bucky’s soft footsteps neared.

Bucky came up before you, stroking his cock as he watched Steve move your body against his. He leered and ran his tongue along his bottom lip. 

“You know, I think I see it now.” He continued to play with himself as Steve gripped your hips. “Such a sweet little kitten.”

#dark!stucky #stucky x reader #dark!stucky x reader #dark stucky #dark bucky barnes #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #dark!bucky barnes #dark!steve rogers x reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #mcu #marvel #captain america #dark!fic #dark fic #fic #one shot #holiday drabble #holiday #request

[thefallennightmare]

Dorogaya [6/?]

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader. Slight Steve Rogers x reader

Words: 1846

Warnings: Angst, fluff, and swearing(maybe?)

Summary:  It has been sometime since Y/N and Bucky went into hiding but now their past is returning. Can this new relationship survive the Civil War that’s about to happen?

A/N: Here’s the next chapter! I’m really thinking of making this a Stucky fic, who knows. Maybe in the next sequel for this series there might be some stucky moments. 

Steve and I stood next to each other, step by step, as we walked towards the main opening of the landing strip. The silence was deafening between us and even though we talked earlier, I still wondered if he was actually okay with Bucky and I. There was still an unreadable tension between us and before we went into this fight, I knew we needed to clear the air. 

“Steve,” I spoke softly while grabbing his hand. 

We both couldn't ignore the small spark that we felt but I chose to push that to the side. “I want to make sure that we are okay. I know that doing this for Bucky and I could put everyone at risk.” 

Steve let out a deep sigh while putting his shield on his back. “Bucky has been my best friend since we were kids on the playground. He was there for me when my parents died and now I need to return the favor. I would do anything for Buck.” 

“What about me?” I questioned. 

He hesitated, afraid of how to answer. “I know that you’re with Bucky but I can’t help but wonder what would have happened.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“If I fought for you,” Steve admitted. “If I fought to have you stay with me. We could have had the life that you and Bucky have.” 

My heart jumped in my throat. “Steve, I love Bucky.” 

He nodded. “I know but can you honestly say that you don’t love me anymore?” 

The hesitation I felt before answering was the answer Steve needed. He stepped closer to me, moving a strand of hair from my face. His touch was soft, just like how I remembered, and I never knew how much I missed it until I felt it again. Steve’s thumb traced my cheekbone before gliding over my bottom lip. 

“I thought about you every night,” Steve’s hoarse voice breathed against my neck.

“Steve,” I breathed while placing my hands against his chest. 

The material of his suit scratched my palms. 

His hands gripped my hips, locking me into place. “I don’t want to lose you again.” 

I lifted his chin with a finger, making him look me in the eyes, underneath his mask. “Steve, you won’t lose me. But I need you to understand that Bucky needs us more than you need me.” 

Suddenly at the mention of Bucky, his voice came through my com. 

“Y/N? Are you alright?” 

The realization of how close Steve and I were made me jump back, worried that Bucky could see everything happening between us. 

“I’m okay,” I spoke back. “Are you guys in position?”

When we heard a round of yea’s, Steve looked into my eyes once again. “We’re not done here.” 

All I could do was nod at his deep voice.

Steve grabbed his shield and started walking away, “Wait for my signal.” 

I stood off to the side, hidden out of sight and only waited to come out once Steve had said the code word. Bucky and Sam were hiding inside of the airport, high enough to be able to watch our every move so I felt guilty, wondering if he could see everything that happened between Steve and I. 

The situation between Steve and I was something that was never finished, we had a moment together years ago and it had to be swept under the rug; for Bucky. 

The love I have for Bucky was stronger than the love I had for Steve; but there were still feelings there. I couldn’t deny it any more. Being able to see Steve again and having his presence around me was uncovering everything under the rug. 

“You’re after the wrong guy.” Steve informed Roadie, Tony, and T’challa. 

“Your judgments askew. You’re old war buddy killed innocent people yesterday.” Tony seethed.

Hearing my que, I walked out from hiding and Tony looked over to me, a disappointed look on his face. 

“I always thought you were better than all of this, Y/N. How did you manage to get yourself in the middle of this mess?” 

“Steve is telling the truth, Tony. Bucky is innocent. I’ve been with him every day the last two years.” I defended myself.

“There are five more super soldiers just like him. We can’t let the doctor find them first, Tony, we can’t.” Steve said. 

“Y/N.” 

Looking over my shoulder, I saw Nat standing behind me with yet another look of disappointment. 

“You’re on Tony’s side too?” I asked, astonished. 

“You two know what’s about to happen and you really want to punch your way out of this one?” She asked. 

“It’s Bucky; I have too.” I admitted. 

Suddenly, Steve’s shield was taken from him and his hands were covered in this type of webbing. Standing on some cargo boxes was this young kid dressed in some sort of tight suit, looking like a spider. 

“You’ve been busy,” I scoffed while cutting Steve’s hands free with my knife. 

“I’ve been doing everything I can to stop Steve from tearing The Avengers apart!,” Tony yelled. 

Steve shook his head. “You did that when you signed.” 

“That’s it, you’re going to hand Barnes over and come with us,” Tony demanded.

My hands sparked with flames. “You’re going to have to go through me to get to Bucky.” 

Tony shook his head. “What the hell happened to you? What did Barnes do to you?” 

Before I could even stop myself, I tossed a fireball towards one of the many airport crates, engulfing it in flames. 

“Bucky didn’t do this to me.” I seethed, anger still filling my veins. 

My vision started to darken, blackness taking over. 

“Y/N,” Steve’s voice tried to break through. 

He hoped he could help me control it, like Bucky could, but it was failing. No matter how many times Steve tried to calm me, he couldn’t. 

“Take a breath, Y/N. It’s okay, dorogaya. I’m here.” 

With a quick blink, the darkness and anger was gone, engulfing with the fire. Bucky’s soft voice rang in my ear. 

“You good, doll?” 

I knew he was watching so after giving a quick nod, I turned my attention towards team Stark. 

“I’m not letting anyone get in our way,” I reminded them.

“We found it,” Sam’s voice came through our coms. “Quinjet is in hanger five, north runway.” 

Suddenly all hell broke out and I found myself running back towards the terminal, back to Bucky as T’challa ran after him. Steve was able to stop him in his tracks and as they fought, I was able to make it to the terminal, Sam and Bucky only a few feet in front of me. 

The kid, Spiderman, was ahead of me however. He had fought with Sam and Bucky and with all hell that was going on, I couldn’t help but giggle at the sight in front of me. 

Sam and Bucky were stuck to the ground in the web that Steve had been trapped in earlier. 

“I leave you two alone for an hour and this is what happens?” I spoke bending down while cutting Sam free. 

“Everyone’s got a gimmick now,” Sam muttered. 

I kneeled in front of Bucky and with a quick slice of the web, he was free and kneeling in front of me. His metal fingers cupped my cheek and forced me to look into his eyes. “You okay?” 

I nodded. 

“Good because once this is all over we’re going to talk about what happened between you and Steve.” 

Anger and jealousy took over my body, not my own. What feeling was my own was the guilt that pulled at my heart. 

Bucky had seen what happened between Steve and I; he had most likely heard every as well with his super hearing. 

The fight ahead didn’t scare me nearly as much as the thought of having this talk with Bucky. 

“What is the plan again?”  I questioned, mid fight. 

After ducking a quick right hook from Nat, I kneed her stomach and watched her double over.

“We need to get to the quinjet,” Steve reminded me. 

“I really don’t want to hurt you,” Nat smirked. 

I mirrored her. “I’d like to see you try.” 

After a few more punches, I gave her one last kick to the face and once she was down, I looked behind me and saw Bucky and T’challa fighting. 

T’challa had his claws out and was ready to grip them around Bucky’s neck. Fingers felt hot as I shot a fire ball towards him, causing him to bounce back in pain. 

Quickly running over to him, I helped him up. “You alright?” 

He nodded. “We need to try and make it to the jet.”

We both hid behind a cart and I breathed a sigh of relief for the few seconds of cover. Steve appeared in front of us and I was thankful he was okay. 

“We have to go, that guy’s probably in Siberia by now.” Bucky noted. 

Steve nodded. “We have to take out the flyers. I’ll take Vision, you guys get to the jet.” 

“We’re not leaving you, Steve.” I shook my head. “I’m not leaving you behind again.” 

“You three go. We’ll take care of them. We’re all not making it out of here alive,” Sam’s voice spoke through our coms.

“I hate to admit it,” Clint’s voice came next. “But in order to win this one, some of us are going to have to lose.” 

Steve looked down, defeated. 

“Steve,” I spoke and his sad eyes looked into me. “This isn’t the real fight.” 

His tongue gilded over his lips and nodded. “What’s the plan?”

“We need a diversion; something big,” Sam noted. 

“I got something kind of big but I can’t hold it very long. Wait for my signal then run like hell. And if I tear myself in half, don’t come back for me.” Scott said. 

Bucky shook his head. “He’s going to tear himself in half?” 

The confusion in his voice caused me to giggle. 

“Are you sure about this, Scott?” Steve asked. 

Suddenly, we saw our signal; Scott becoming large; larger than the multiple planes. 

“That’s what he meant about tearing himself in half,” I muttered to myself. 

“We need to go,” Bucky laced fingers with my own. 

Steve, Bucky, and I ran towards the Quinjet, unbeknownst to the others. With the jet a few feet in front of us, I could breathe a sigh of relief, only for a moment. 

Nat stood in front of us to stop us. 

“Nat, please.” I begged. 

“You’re not going to stop,” she realized. 

I looked over to Bucky before my gaze fell back onto Nat. “You know I can’t. You know about our past. I love him, Nat. I’d do anything for him,” I admitted. 

“I’m going to regret this,” she sighed before stepping to the side. “Go.” 

With a quick smile of thanks, the three of us ran towards the jet, the final part of this mission coming into view.

TAGS: 

@capstopavenger​

@just-a-littlebit-of-everything​

@empath-bunny​

@jeremyrennerfanxxxx123​

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #steve rogers #chris evans #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #the winter soldier #the winter soldier x reader #captian america

[bettsfic]

tying up loose ends/wip update

i have a little over a month until i start my phd, and i realize, sadly, something’s gotta give, and that’s probably going to be my fandom interaction/social media time. so i’m trying to finish/tie a few things up before my schedule explodes.

renovations

chapter 10 is complete, and i only need to revise 2 scenes of chapter 9. i’ll post them both at once since they ended up being a little shorter than the other chapters. hopefully they’ll be up in the next few days.

ace of spades

per @fraxinus and a few other anons maybe? i’ll be rereading ace of spades in the next week or so, parsing through my notes, and writing a detailed summary of how it would have ended. it’s been four years, so i have a vague memory of what i’d intended for it, and can only hope i made a diligent outline. i’m sincerely sorry i didn’t end up finishing this fic. i still love it, and it framed so much of what became my MFA thesis. i made the mistake of believing i could get it done in tandem with grad school, and i was wrong about that. by the time i graduated and had time to write fic again, my writing style and interests changed so drastically i couldn’t go back to it. 

fake-dating your step brother (and other terrible ideas)

i’ve gotten a lot of asks about this over the past year, and for the most part i don’t answer them because i don’t want to inadvertently launch a shit storm. the good news is, ao3 is adding a feature to turn off comments completely, so what happened with fdysb won’t happen again. 

i will not be completing this story or re-posting it to ao3. however, you can find the pdf of the existing chapters here, and read how it would have ended here. more info can be found in my fys tag.

other bellarke fics

i know i had a few unfinished km fills, but i don’t plan to go back to those, not because i’m not into bellarke (i am, but am just disgusted by the show rn) but because it’s gotten really difficult for me to write smut. i have no idea why. 

untitled coriojanus fic

i’ve begun fiddling with a bosas fixit (just a one-shot) that idk if i’ll manage to finish. i’m not in a huge hurry because bosas isn’t even a wrangled fandom tag yet on ao3, and the book publicity fell totally flat. i don’t think most people even know it’s out. at least, i didn’t.

untitled stucky fic for fth

hopefully i’ll be able to work on this in july. i’ll be writing a 10k stucky werewolf fairy tale fic for fandom trumps hate! i’d love to post it before i start school, but i may have to save it for winter break. either way, it’ll be up sometime in 2020. it may be the last fic i write for a long time :(

baby/patreon

baby will finish up in august, although i’m considering posting the last couple chapters at once in july so that no one gets charged an additional month, since i don’t have any other posts scheduled in august. if i come up with some posts, i’ll stay up an extra month. after that, i’ll probably be deactivating patreon until i have a new novel, or can commit to posting consistently. 

this means that if you were waiting until the end to become a patron so you could read baby all at once, you’ll want to do that in july, because by august it will be unavailable to read. i don’t have tiers, so you could read all of baby for $1. 

original projects

2019 and now 2020 are turning out to be shitty years for me in terms of publishing, as well as just being shitty in general. i’m getting really exhausted by rejection and disheartened. i don’t have a lot of hope for my short story collection, which didn’t even get a partial request from the agents i sent it to, and i’m afraid it doesn’t stand much of a chance in the contests and small presses i submitted to, either. i think it’s a good book, but it requires a certain kind of editor/contest judge to champion it, and i think it will be hard to place.

i have two literary novels i’m working on, one i feel pretty good about and another that needs a major structural overhaul. i’ve also finished the first (bare bones, extremely shitty) draft of a YA SFF novel set in a simulated reality, kind of the matrix meets breaking bad, but written like a douglas adams/terry pratchett book. 

all i can do is focus on the work -- writing, reading, teaching -- and have faith everything else will fall into place eventually.

as always, i’m extremely grateful for all the positivity and support i’ve received, and which motivates me to continue writing during the times i begin to lose hope. 

#writing update #ace of spades #renovations #fys #patreon baby #vandal #cherry pop #eden #my fic #bosas #bomb time

[floatingpetals]

Boys in Blue || Pt. 10

Pairings: cop!Stucky x F!Reader

Warnings: angst, PTSD/ Panic attacks, sad buckys sad

Word Count: 3000+

Summary: (Cop AU) There was just one crappy thing after enough that happened to her. It possibly couldn’t get any worse, or so she thought until she saw the dreaded flashes of red and blue behind her. Could things get any worse?

A/N: Posting this suppperr late at night, but I finally got this chapter how I wanted it! Huzzah! I know it’s been a hot minute since I’ve updated this, so to all you who are sticking around to see how this goes THANK YOU!!! I hope you all enjoy this part, let me know what you think! Enjoyy! 

The gifs are not mine, credit to the owner.

Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Series Masterlist

“Hey, Sarge!”

Bucky’s paused mid-type and glanced over his shoulder. He let out a sigh and nodded to the Sam before returning back to the report in front of him. The chair next to his desk scratched against the floor, causing Bucky to flinch at the harsh sound. Sam plopped himself in the vacant seat and leaned back to watch Bucky type away.

“Hey, Sam.” He mumbled. There was a snort in reply that was less than amused with Bucky’s half-assed greet.

“Oh come on. That’s all I get when you’ve been gone for six weeks?” Sam teased. Leaning his elbow against the desk, Sam rolled his eyes. “Thought we were better friends than that.”

Bucky let out a heavy sigh, willing some of the tension to slip from his shoulders. It wasn’t that he was irritated with Sam per se. His morning was off to a rough start after learning he wasn’t going to be allowed back on patrol anytime soon if he wasn’t willing to agree to the terms. Naturally, Bucky refused. Which meant none other than desk duty until he could suck it up. Steve already gave him an ear full, but Bucky wasn’t having it.

“Sorry, Sam.” He said with a heavy exhale. “Just not in the mood today.”

“When are you not?” Sam snorted. When he didn’t get a return quip, his face dropped the smirk and smoothed over with a serious expression. He could sense the shift in Bucky’s moods, catching on that this wasn’t the time. “Hey man, I know you and I joke around, but I just want you to know if you ever need to talk with anyone I’m here. I’ve never been shot before, but I know can’t be easy to go through that.”

Bucky didn’t respond right away, his jaw tensing at the thought. However, he slowly started to nod, feeling a tad lighter knowing Sam cared a little. It didn’t mean he was going to take him up on the offer, but it was a nice sentiment. It appeared enough to appease Sam; he clapped a hand on Bucky’s shoulder stopping short with Bucky’s wince.

“Still sore, huh?” He asked. Bucky grumbled and nodded, rolling his shoulder to alleviate the tension. “Welp. Don’t expect special treatment. You already got that with your girl back home.”

Now it was Bucky’s turn to snort, shaking his head at Sam as he stood. Sam started to walk away, but not with it out turning around to walk backward and point a finger directly at Bucky. Amused, Bucky watched as he almost tripped over an open box by Natasha’s desk in the process. She shot him a disgruntled look and grabbed it out of the way before he could crush the files.

“I’m serious. I’m not gonna let you get all soft because of this.”

“Alright Sam,” Bucky laughed, waving his annoying but thoughtful coworker away. Turning back to his desk, Bucky’s eyes landed on the folder with the conditions to his return. His eyes turned dark. 

Snatching the folder off the desk, he shoved them into a drawn and all but slammed it shut. The simmer of irritation grew again, replaying the conversation he had with Captain Fury and then Steve right after. It just wasn’t fair. He didn’t need to have the therapy as they wanted. Why did he need to do that?

A throat cleared behind him. He tensed, feeling daggers being thrown his way. Slowly, he turned his head to look over his shoulder. Natasha stared at him with a brow raised, her lips pulled down into a disproving frown. Sheepishly, he waved over his shoulder and spun around to his desk with blazing cheeks. Alright, so mental note to keep his irritation in check. Sucking in a deep breath, Bucky started back with his reports, biting back a groan.

“So I tried to convince him it’s what he needed and that if he wanted to get back on patrol, he just needed to get it done,” Steve stated hotly, waving his beer glass around as he paced in front of the television and explained the day he had to Y/N. She sat on the couch, her legs curled up under and watched him sadly pace back and forth.

Today was the first day for Bucky to return, Steve had already gone back a week earlier after the doctor gave Bucky the all-clear. He wasn’t needed to stay around and help, so his Captain called him back in. He himself had already done the mandatory therapy session and done his tests. Just today he was given the all-clear to go back on patrol, however, he hated leaving Bucky behind.

“He just got all weird and snapped at me. He seems to think he doesn’t need and will eventually be let back on patrol, despite Fury telling him that isn’t gonna happen.” Steve sighed. Y/N patted the seat beside her, sensing his slow descent into pointing fingers at himself. Sinking into the spot beside her, Steve let out a heavy sigh and leaned against her shoulder. She wrapped her arm around him and began scratch behind his ears.

“It’s his first day back,” Y/N said quietly. “Let’s let him get settled first, and when he realizes how much desk duty sucks, he’ll do what Fury wants.”

Steve made a face, shaking his head.

“It’s not just that.” He began. “Bucky needs to go to therapy. Not just to get cleared, but the whole thing just really messed with him. I don’t think he realizes just how bad, but I see him just be so tense about every little noise. I’m worried about him.”

Y/N sighed sadly, nodding along with his answer. She had seen it too. Bucky would flinch at loud noises and his eyes would dart around wide with fear. It would only be a flash, but it was long enough for her and Steve to spot it.

“You’re right.” She agreed. “But when has he ever listened to you first time around?”

Steve scoffed and shook his head. He glared at the wall and took a long gulp from his beer.

“It used to be the other way around.” He muttered, the fond memory of their college coming back to him. Usually, it was him that ignored Bucky.  Had been since he could remember. It seemed like a switch flipped overnight and suddenly Bucky was the one being unreasonable. “I just don’t understand.”

“I know,” Y/N sighed. “It’s even more frustrating when the man won’t walk with us about it. But we can only push so much.”

Steve laid his head against hers, eyes falling shut to her still scratching the skin behind his ear. He hummed in agreement, despite his instincts telling him this was wrong. Bucky needed help, but Y/N was right. They couldn’t push him into doing something he didn’t want. Just because they saw the issues, didn’t mean Bucky was willing or even remotely ready to admit he needed the help himself. For now, Steve decided to keep a close enough eye on Bucky as he could. Only time would tell how well that would go.

Clock in, sit down, sift through the countless amounts of paperwork, fill them out, hit submit, and do it all over again until 6. Three weeks he’s been doing this, and all three weeks had been pure torture. Bucky had thought if he kept up with his refusal to step foot in the therapist’s office, Fury would give in and let him back on active duty. So far, the old stubborn mad hadn’t budged once. But Bucky was just a stubborn as him.

“Yeah, Steve I can run to the store.” Bucky was walking back to his car after another groundbreaking day stuck in his desk. His phone was cradled against his ear as he fumbled for his keys in his pocket. Steve was out on his route and called him up knowing Bucky was off. The fridge was almost empty, and Steve was getting sick of take out.

“I’ll send you a list of things I need,” Steve said absently on the other end. “And don’t get that weird bread again. Just get the 9 grain.”

“Fine. I’ll text when I’m on my way back.” Bucky hummed and buckled in, turning on the engine. “Talk to you later.”

Steve said goodbye before Bucky hung up and tucked his phone in his pocket. He sat there for a moment just staring at his dash, his heart heavy and his thoughts dark. It seemed the past few weeks that’s what his whole world seemed like. True, he had two people who loved him and cared about him, but something just felt off. He was getting bored, sick of his day to day. That had to be all, he thought. It wasn’t anything more than boredom.

Sucking in a shuddering breath, Bucky threw the car in reverse and backed out. Opting to ignore the sadness, he went on about the rest of his day and headed to the store. It had been a while since he had gone someplace other than his house or work, especially alone. Y/N had been fairly busy with her clients the past few weeks and hadn’t really had nights that allowed them to take her out on a dinner. Steve would usually do the grocery shopping on his way home from work, so Bucky never really needed to leave the apartment. It still didn’t make this any less than unusual. he was a grown adult who's done this countless time before. Yet even as he wandered the aisles and filled the cart there was still something off about him and he was getting really sick of it.

A sharp cry behind him made him flinch and shot a startled look over his shoulder. A baby was fussing in it’s seat, grabbing out to it’s mom who was trying to soothe the child while she grabbed things from the shelf. Bucky exhaled loudly, ignoring the thumping in his ears. He pushed his cart out of the aisle and went to the meat section, willing his body to relax. This was ridiculous, he chastised himself. He wasn’t in danger here.

As he bent over to look over the steak options there was another clatter, a series of bangs that ricochet off the high ceilings. It made Bucky jump, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end while he spun around. Down a ways at the top of an aisle, a lady had hit a shelf with her cart that sent several of the metal cans flying against linoleum and rolling noisily away. She cursed loudly and bent to pick them up.  

Bucky shakily turned back to the meat, grabbing a package before he threw it in the cart. His hands trembled as he pushed the cart towards the checkout, confused and slightly frustrated. What was going on with him today? Things like this had never bothered him before. It was just a baby and a few cans hitting the ground. Why was his mind making him react like this? Why now?

A lump started to grow in his throat, the shrill beep of the scans as the cashier did her job caused a tick with each item. The frustration grew, but so did the anxiety. He didn’t even notice when the cashier was done until she called out louder to him over the drone in his ears.

“Sir?” She asked concerned.

Blinking rapidly, Bucky looked up and stared at her for a split second.

“Card.” He muttered, the light bulb turning on. “That’s right. You need me to swipe.”

The cashier giggled and nodded, blushing lightly at the bashful grin he sent her way. He swiped the card, ignoring the way his fingers shook. The bagger set all his bag in the cart and bade him goodnight. Bucky nodded mindlessly, flashing him a hallow smile.

He hated how jumpy he had been tonight. His heart hadn’t once stopped pounding in his ears, there was an itch under his skin. While he put the bags in his car, his breathing began to pick up rapidly. Catching the side of the car, Bucky ducked his chin against his chest and tried to suck in air. A weight of terror sat on his chest, making it harder to breathe and harder to keep his wits.

Shit, he thought. Somewhere in his frantic mind, he realized he was having a panic attack. Gasping for air, he sank to the concrete, leaning against his open door. Bucky clutched his head, pulling and tugging at his locks.

Quit freaking out, quit freaking out, quit freaking out! Bucky chanted, but to no avail.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He fumbled with the phone, barely glancing at the name before answering.

“Hey, Buck. Steve was wondering if you could grab-?”

“Y/N?” Bucky gasped. There was a pause.

“Bucky, what’s wrong?”

Bucky shook his head, the panic growing higher and higher. He couldn’t do this; he couldn’t stop it. The world became white noise, barely making out Y/N’s frantic pleas.

“Bucky! Where are you? Steve and I can come get you, but baby, you need to tell me where you are!”

“Grocery, grocery store.” Bucky panted. He heard her shout to someone on the other end, Steve no doubt. A flurry of noises as they rushed out the door. Then her soft soothing voice came back on the line.

“Okay, baby.” She began. “Steve and I are on the way. I need you to listen to me. Can you do that for me?”

Bucky nodded, gasping for air as tears started to fall down his cheeks.

“I need you to use your words, baby.”

“Y-yes.” He croaked.

“Okay good. Now I need you to take a deep breath with me. Can you do that?”

Bucky nodded, clutching his chest as he listened to Y/N. She took in a steady deep breath before loudly letting it go. Bucky struggled to follow, the panic still gripping tightly to his chest. Yet, Y/N never stopped. She whispered soft words of encouragement and kept repeating her breathing.

“You’re doing so good baby.” She cooed softly. Bucky’s eyes fell shut; his breathing not as bad as it once was. Now his body shook, his heart still pounded in his chest, but at least it wasn’t in his ears. “We’re right at the stoplight. Give us two minutes and we’ll be right there.”

Bucky mumbled something incoherent, his body sagging against the car. He heard a car pull up next to him. It barely made it into park before both doors were swung open and footsteps rushed to him. Soft hands framed his face, a familiar comforting smell wafting into his senses that caused his eyes to flutter open.

Y/N was kneeling between his legs, her face twisted in concern with tears threatening to spill. His gaze turned up to Steve who was standing behind Y/N, looking equally as worried and troubled. Sitting there wallowing in the outcome of his worst panic attack to date, Bucky felt helpless. He felt weak and useless. He was a cop couldn’t even make it one trip alone to the grocery store without having a full-blown panic attack. How ridiculous was that?

“How are you feeling?” Y/N asked quietly.

“Like shit.” Bucky voice cracked. Y/N twisted to look up at Steve. He let out a heavy exhale and shook his head. Y/N turned back to Bucky and gently took his hands.

“Let's get you off the ground and Steve can take you home.” Y/N instructed. She stood and helped Bucky stand on shaky legs before passing him off to Steve’s waiting arms. Bucky mumbled thanks and dug into his pocket to hand over to Y/N. Y/N pressed a gentle kiss to his chin. “We’ll get you home, get you some food and snuggle during a movie later. Okay?”

Bucky nodded sluggishly, leaning heavily on Steve. Steve didn’t seem bothered by Bucky’s added weight, but Y/N could see it on his face. This rattled him just as much as it rattled her. The two shared a knowing glance before Steve directed him to the front seat of the car. Y/N and Steve both shared a quick kiss in goodbye with Y/N saying she’d put the cart up and meet them at his apartment.

Steve pulled away, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. Bucky glanced over, his heart tightening in his chest. Only this time it was for a different reason. He hated seeing Steve and Y/N in pain, especially over him. He hated how distraught the two of them were when he was shot. He hated how they both looked so broken and helpless with how he was now. While he’d hate every second of it, Bucky knew what he needed to do. Turning back to the window, Bucky took in a deep cleansing breath and let out the denial with an exhale.

“I’m going to do the therapy.” He mumbled. Steve’s ears perked up, his head swiveling around to stare at Bucky.

“Really?” Steve asked uncertainly.

“Yeah,” Bucky bobbed his head. “I didn’t think I was that bad with how everything went down. Clearly, this was the wakeup call I needed.”

“That’s… That’s good.” Steve said, his voice growing excited. “This will be good for you, Buck.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky grunted and stared out the window. “Don’t have to say I told you so.”

“Wasn’t gonna.”

“Lair.”

“Jerk.”

“Punk.”

Silence filled the car, the two smirking in the opposite directions. The air felt lighter between them, no longer was Steve unintentionally pressuring Bucky into this and Bucky wasn’t putting a wall to fight back. Steve reached over the center console and tenderly took Bucky’s hand in his. Bucky’s heart skipped a beat and he squeezed Steve’s hand.

“Love you, Buck.”

“Love you too, Steve.”

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The Masterlist of Masterlists

Just a collection of all my works :D

Supernatural:

Destiel:

All For A Buck        -  Dean and Cas must work together to raise the newest addition to the Winchester family, and it might just end up brining them together in the end.

A Magic Kingdom Love       - “An AU where Dean and Cas are both working for Disney and have been cast as the very first gay princes. And at first they hate each other but it’s hard to pretend you’re in love all day for sweet, shy kids, and then not make out under the bridge of the magic kingdom castle.”

Mountain High        -  Suddenly taken from his own home and flown god knows where in the dark, Dean Winchester finds himself thrown into something he could never have imagined in his wildest dreams.

Pas De Deux        -  Dean is a closeted ballet dancer, and Cas is playing the Nutcracker Prince in the Kansas State Ballet. When the ballet loses their Clara and Cas confronts Dean about taking the part along side him, will he be able to put aside his fears and let everyone know who he really is? All to help the man of his dreams?

Screw It, I Love You        -  This is based of this post I saw the other day, find it HERE. It’s about Cas being newly human and Dean leaving him reminder notes all over the bunker.

Slash Fiction (part 1 of series)        -  Following the boys as they continue their journey, saving people, hunting things, the family business. This trip finds them in Kalamazoo, Michigan, at the famous Henderson Castle. With the help of on old friend and the return of a beloved character, the boys find themselves facing something they have never faced before, and have to find a way to stop it once and for all, with a little improvisation.

So Much for Movie Night        -  The boys finally get a night off from hunting, and Sam's planned solo movie night unfortunately does not go at all how he had hoped it would.

Sounds of Someday (part 1 of series)        -   Sam was dead, Cas was lost forever, and Dean’s entire world had been turned upside down in less than an instant. He was alone, again, a typical Winchester ending, but god damn if that was how he was going to leave it. He was going to get Sam back, he was going to get Cas back, and he was going to fix everything that had fallen apart, and now he was going to do it all with twin babies and the king of hell back on his side. Season sixteen… here we go.

That We Do         -  Dean and Cas meet at a civil war reenactment when Dean is forced to go for his father's birthday. Despite Dean's original sour attitude about the idea, he finds something there that was definitely worth going for.

The Ever Handsome and Always Charming Dean Winchester        -   A perfectly simple Dean and Cas wedding!

The Nual’ Family Onion        -  Dean had lived in Lawrence, Kansas his entire life. Born and raised. In his twenty-six years in the beautiful city, he lived a wonderful life surrounded by the amazing people who lived there, many of them becoming family over the years. After high school, he started working for his uncle Bobby at his mechanics shop and fell into a comfortable routine. He still lived at home with his parents, John and Mary Winchester, and for the foreseeable future, Dean had no intentions of changing that. Until he saw him.

The Thing About Blind Dates        - Dean Winchester was perfectly happy with his life. He lived alone, though most days his house was filled with the accompaniment of his little brother and his brother’s new boyfriend, and that suited Dean just fine.But even now, as Dean sat back against the couch, watching the newest season of Animal Kingdom, cold beer in hand while Sam and Gabe cuddled next to him, he couldn’t really say he was anything but satisfied. That is… until Sam and Gabe decided he wasn’t.

Wish You Were Here        -  Sam’s got a date, Cas is fixing Heaven, and Dean Winchester is sitting miserably in his motel room, alone. So he decides to see if Cas wants to have a little fun over the phone.

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Lost

Jawyer:

Lost in a Dream        -   Jack Shephard was never one to believe in psychics, or fortune telling, or visions of the future. But when he starts dreaming of flight 815 crash landing on an unknown island, and all the events that follow, he cant help but start to wonder if maybe he should start believing. Especially when his flight home turns into just the nightmare he had worried it would. Though, this time around, a few things are very different, or rather a few people.

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Star Trek:

Mckirk:

Clans        -  Jim goes on his usual hunt and everything's going fine, or so he thinks. Until things take an unexpected turn and he finds himself the house guest of a group of people he thought to be extinct. Now, Jim has to decide what his next move will be, doing what he knows is right by his family, or only thinking of himself and possibly putting his entire family in danger.

Lost in Translation        -  “Attention citizens. This is the crew of the Enterprise asking for your aid. On Stardate 2264.78 a shuttle manned by our captain and fourteen cadets was ambushed by an unknown source and chased out of sight of our ship and into open space. Those cadets as well as our captain, James Tiberius Kirk, are still missing. We are asking anyone with any information on their whereabouts, or regarding the attack, to please contact the Enterprise immediately. Our family would appreciate any assistance you can give.”

Spirk:

Maiden Voyage (part 1 of series)        -  "Jim's past was just that, his past, or so he thought. He had made it through to graduation and only had six months of placement standing between him and his captains chair, but he never thought he would see her again. He thought he was past this, past her, now what was he supposed to do? Could they really just go back to the way things were, will placement with her even be bearable, will the crew be able to stand together and face their newest foe and live to tell the tale? Jim could only hope, because right now that's about all he’s got."

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Avengers:

Stucky:

Second Chances        - This is sort of an endgame fix, with a dash of Stucky. The story takes place after Thanos has been defeated, the war won, and the world returned back to its natural order. Standing on the battlefield, relieved and thankful that it was all finally over and they could rest. But in their moment of peace, Steve and Bucky suddenly find themselves in a very tricky situation, one they definitely have not been trained to handle.

The Way We Were Suppose To Be        -  Two years after defeating Thanos, Steve finds himself faced with a harsh reality. Because of his decision to stay in the past with Peggy and finally give himself the life he thought he had always wanted, Nick Fury returns to face him with a daunting truth. With the world’s timeline in disarray, it’s up to Steve to return to the past and restore the world to its natural order. Unfortunately it means that the all American hero has to sacrifice his heart and soul to save the world once again. And although Steve thinks that his one chance at a happy life had passed, who knows what the new future holds, perhaps… everything he had been searching for was right there all along.

Steve Rogers X OFC

Storm (part 1 of series)        - The avengers have just defeated Ultron, a much needed victory for the weary team, but another storm is coming their way. A new member joins the team and has some very unexpected effects on everyone, especially the Captain himself, Steve Rogers.Secrets are revealed, scars revisited, and new wounds formed as they battle one of their toughest and most personal battles yet. All they can do is hope this wont be their breaking point…

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Final Fantasy:

Noctis x OFC:

At Lucis End (part 1 of series)        - A treaty. A light at the end of the tunnel that King Regis had been staring down for years. A proposal. A wedding that stands to save the lands. A betrayal. That could tear it all down. And a love. So strong yet so torn.The war between Lucis and Niflheim could come to an end, but much will have to be sacrificed along the way. And in the end, would it even be enough? Would the loss of life, love, and family be enough to save the people of Lucis? Or will it all come crumbling down in the end?

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CSI:

Greg x Nick:

Love Undercover        -  In part one of this series, Nick and Greg get sent on a special undercover mission by Grissom and Brass, an undercover mission as a couple at an all exclusive couples resort. Their mission is to find their targets and keep them safe while maintaining the illusion that they are a happily married couple, but they may end up finding more then they bargained for while at Lovers Lane Resort.

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Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner:

I Loved Him... Once        -   A series following the team as they solve crimes and take down the bad guys.    In Part one of this series, we follow the team as they take down a serial killer that has taken a piece of one of their own. And through it all, Spencer and Hotch come to a few conclusions and realizations of their own.

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Bubbles

for @ravennightingaleandavatempus

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 5,017

A/N: I am so sorry that this is so fucking late. Like, super late! But I hope this makes up for it. I am super tired so this is not edited much. Please excuse any typos and I will come back when I am more alert and fix it up. This is my first Stucky fic EVER so please be kind! If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

“Okay, I know that things are really tough right now with two investors backing out so I need you guys to see where we can cut costs.” You flip to the next page in the black leather folder sitting before you on the beautiful redwood meeting table in the Avengers Compound common room. “We’re spending fifteen hundred dollars on centerpieces? Is that really necessary? This is a publicity dinner. Check to see what else we can do for centerpieces. Swag. Slap an ‘Avengers’ A on some money clips and wallets, maybe some baseball caps? Okay? Brainstorm and we’ll meet in a week.”

The six marketing department employees under you start to rise and gather up their notes and phones before they begin to make their way towards the stairs and elevator.

“Thanks Team!” You yell after them, hoping it isn’t too late.

They’re not unhappy but you can see the stress in their faces over this stupid dinner. Since Bucky came back into the picture, he’s been working as an Avenger in secret. Spotted a couple times and plastered all over the news, the former Winter Soldier has everyone on edge. Everyone that doesn’t know him.

Bucky also isn’t the warmest Avenger and he’s kept from interacting with the other employees. Your own marketing team doesn’t know how to approach this dinner because they don’t know him. Not like you do.

You hadn’t been expecting to fall in love with James Buchanan Barnes. In fact, you hadn’t even been sure you were going to like him.

Steve spoke about him in length over the time you two have known each other. It wasn’t long before you realized that there had been more to them than brotherhood and friendship. Their relationship had been complicated and had many layers.

So, when Steve showed up at Triskelion after the Battle of New York looking for you, you’d been first; relieved to see him. Second; surprised that he came to find you. And Third; extremely shocked when he marched into your office, wrapped his arms around you, and kissed you hard.

“Ow.” You gasp, surprised by the roughness of Steve’s sudden kiss.

“Sorry.” Steve gasps, still wearing his Captain America uniform. He looks good but before today you would have never admitted it aloud. “Sorry. I just…got excited. I mean, the world almost ended.”

He explains himself breathing heavily as if he’s still amidst the fight with the Chitauri. His shoulders are heaving, wide and hard, his chest pressed closely to yours. It’s an impossible position that you’d never expected to find yourself in. With your hands gently gripping his shoulder blades you stare up into his storm blue eyes with a million questions yearning for answers.

“I-” You swallow the lump in your throat and laugh once, still not believing that Captain fucking America is holding you in his arms. “I thought you and Bucky were like, together? A thing?”

“Well, we were. I mean, not really. We shared a few special moments and Buck was very special to me, but I was technically with Peggy.”

“So, you’re not just into guys?”

“I’m not really into guys. I was only every interested in Bucky. But it was the 40’s. What could we do? That kind of love wasn’t acceptable at the time.” He looks a little sad as he says it. “And then I lost him so, there was no point in dwelling on what might have been.”

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, hating yourself for bringing up such a painful subject.

“No.” Steve insists, wrapping you up more tightly and stealing your breath. “When things started to go south today, when I thought that I wasn’t going to get out of New York alive, you were there in my mind, telling me to keep fighting.”

“Me?” You shake your head.

“You. Your voice, your face, you kept me going, Y/N. I would have been here sooner, but we had to help civilians and when things calmed down Tony insisted we all had to go get some Shawarma. He wouldn’t take no for an answer so I just went and sat there with my head hanging, impatiently waiting for everyone to finish eating so that I could get my ass over here, to you, so that I could hold you like this and kiss you—not like I just kissed you, I’m sorry I hurt you—and to tell you that…I love you, Y/N. I think I’ve loved you since the day you snuck me a hotdog after I woke up.”

You laugh, nearly in tears as you remember the afternoon after Steve had been awoken from his seventy-year nap. He must be starving. Is all you could think that day and because they were keeping an eye on him to make sure that he was okay—though honestly after his break out and the run through Time’s Square, they should have known that he was perfectly fine—you had to sneak in some food for him. A couple of hot dogs and some soda, courtesy of a small shop down the block with hotdogs to die for.

“Well, I thought you might be hungry.”

“And I have been. Starving, Y/N, but for this.” He tightens his arms, leaning in closer to you so that he can graze his nose against your once more stealing your oxygen. “For you. Tell me this isn’t just me?”

It takes you a few very tense seconds to answer in which you watch his storm blue eyes flit back and forth between yours as he tries to read you before you can answer.

“No.” You finally sigh. “It’s not just you.”

Steve smiles and it’s so blindingly beautiful you nearly lose your footing as your knees buckle. Lucky, Steve’s already holding you taut and so he only strengthens his grip as he leans down slowly to meet your lips in another kiss. Luckily, this one is much softer as his strong hands tenderly stroke your back and sides while he deepens the kiss and draws you into a haze with his seductive French kiss.

“Hey, saleswoman, how’d the meeting go?”

You look up from your spot at the table and shut your folder and pick it up to hold against your chest then grab your phone and hold that in your free hand. You then descend the stairs and approach Mr. Stark a he eyes you and the last of your marketing team disappearing down the stairs.

“It went alright. We’re lacking some funds, but we’ll be alright. Thanks for lending me the space. Our offices are still being remodeled. Any idea when they’re gonna be done?”

“I’ll ask the bossy.” Stark says.

“Aren’t you the boss?” You ask confused.

“Pepper says ‘no’. Investors pull out?”

“Uh, yeah.” You sigh heavily. “It looks like some of the senators are not as convinced of Bucky’s rehabilitation as we thought. They’re nervous about backing him with his shady history.”

Stark sighs heavily, widening his eyes as he considers his own dark history with Bucky. You always feel weird bringing him up.

“Yeah, well, something tells me it’s more about them not wanting anyone poking around the skeletons in their closets. Sign me up. I’ll cover what they withdrew.”

“No, Mr. Stark, you don’t have to do that. We’ll be alright, we can cut costs.” You assure him, hating the idea that Stark is doing this to be nice for you, and tying himself to something related with Bucky when he might still just want to kill the guy.

“No. Really. I think it’s time we bury the hatchet and it doesn’t seem like he’s going anywhere. As much as I’d love to put a bullet in his head, he’s important to Steve and you’re important to Steve so, sign me up. Call Pepper, she’ll get you a check.” Mr. Stark gives you a small and very quick smile before pulling the hands from his well-tailored suit and heading towards the stairs himself.

“Okay. Thank you, Mr. Stark. That means a lot.” You call towards him. “To Steve too, I’m sure.”

Stark stops to look at you when he reaches the top of the stairs. “It’s Tony, kid. I’ll see you around.”

“Right…Tony. Thank you.” You call out after him as he descends the stairs and disappears from sight just as your phone beeps.

You look down at the illuminated screen as a message flashes across it, from the man of the hour, Bucky.

‘So, I accidentally did a thing and now I need your help.’ The message reads.

Sighing you quickly type your reply.

‘Where are you?’

‘The apartment.’

‘Get Steve to help you. I’m working. Still planning your stupid party.’

‘I thought it was a dinner?’

‘It is a dinner, dumbass.’

‘Darling, would you please stop arguing with me via text and just get your ass over here? I need your help.’

‘Ask Steve!’

‘He went out!’

“Fuck!” You shout, jealous and angry. Sharing Steve had not been part of the plan.

‘I’ll be right there. Don’t go anywhere like last time, Barnes. If I show up and you’re gone, I’m going to kick your ass.’

With a small growl you head out too, headed back to the city to meet up with your boyfriend’s boyfriend.

Slipping your key into the top lock, you listen as the heavy deadbolt slides out then unlock the bottom one, which is much quietly. A mechanical hiss as you twist the nob and walk inside.

The apartment is older, with turn of the century interiors and filled with modern takes on 1950’s furniture in maple, walnut, and oak tones. Steve had decorated and you’d let him, eager to just start your lives together. You’d given the apartment it’s smaller touches. You’d chosen dark carpets to give the space a cozier feel and insisted that all lights be dimmable. You’d decorated the gray couches with turquoise and purple throw pillows, a large yellow carpet on the floor over the already carpeted space under the coffee table. You’d chosen red sheets for your shared bed, and silver sheets for guest bedroom where Bucky currently slept.

Lastly, you’d bought several plants to give the place some life, flowers were bought every week for the dining room and the living room, and there were of course the endless picture frames adorning tables and walls that over the years of being with Steve, you two had accumulated. Over the fireplace you kept a picture of Peggy for him and there was a picture of him and Bucky as well.

You walk in and pull your coat off, shutting the door behind you as you drop off your keys on the table beside the coat rack.

“Bucky?” You quickly peel off your shoes too and massage the sore spots on the heels of your feet, wincing with relief as you finally abandon those stupid boots.

There is no answer.

“Bucky?!” That jerk better not have gone somewhere!

You move towards his bedroom and glance inside but he’s not there, though there is a stack of laundry on the foot of the bed.

With your eyebrows raised you unbutton your plum suit jacket and remove it, leaving you in your light blue polka dot, strapless thigh-length dress.

“Fucking Bucky.” You growl and frown as you move into the kitchen.

There is no one in the kitchen. No one in the bathroom. No one in the living room which you had already passed as you’d had to in order to get to his room, but you needed to check again.

“Oh, laundry…” You suddenly realize that you haven’t checked the laundry room and his bed had that pile of clean clothes neatly folded.

With quiet feet you move towards the door just off the kitchen and throw it open expecting to find Bucky in there probably holding a pile of previously white clothes now stained pink or something stupid like that but instead you find him holding Steve’s hands behind his back as he pins him against the washer which sits open spilling endless bubbles into the small room making the floor slick and smell like clean linen.

You gasp quietly, shocked by the sight as Bucky’s lips overlap Steve’s, passionately massaging them as he holds Steve’s hands behind his back with his impossibly strong metal hand while his right one cups Steve’s left cheek. Bucky’s shirtless, wearing low slung black sweats giving you a subtle view of the top curve of his buns of steel.

They’re both so lost in each other, two masses of bulging muscle, wide shoulders, and testosterone, that they don’t notice you and as Steve moans lightly, your heart erupts into green toxic sludge, poisoning you.

This is what you’d feared from the moment that Steve had run off to find Bucky. He was going to forget you in favor of a greater love he’d lost.

You don’t stand there staring at them with your heart breaking for long because Steve opens his eyes suddenly as Bucky tilts his head in the opposite direction, breaking the kiss briefly.

Steve pulls back, fighting Bucky’s hold until Bucky also turns to look towards you and releases Steve’s wrists.

“Y/N…”

“I thought you were out?” You quickly try to compose yourself, urging your jealousy to go away, for the love of all that’s good in the world, because you need to let Steve have this, have Bucky.

He needs him. Much more than he needs you.

“I was.” Steve says, slipping as he tries to take a step towards you through the mass of bubbles and soap on the floor.

You look at Bucky who looks slightly embarrassed, scratching the back of his head as he eyes the room.

“I put too much soap in the wash. It was an accident.” Bucky exclaims. “Stark’s paying me now, so I’ll make sure to pay for any damage to the apartment.”

You glare at him for a second then watch as Steve finally closes the distance to you, grabbing hold of your waist as he reaches you. “You look beautiful today, hon.”

You don’t look at him, hating him for needing Bucky. “Thanks.”

He gives your hips a squeeze, knowing you well enough to know you’re struggling. “Y/N…” He pleads.

“How the hell are we going to clean this up?” You wonder, staring at the mess at your feet.

“Buckets?” Bucky suggests.

Steve looks at him and you can see the blush on his face and the love in his eyes as he looks at Bucky. You cross your arms across your chest, curling in on yourself feeling thoroughly left out.

“Yeah, I’ll go get some. I’ll be ten minutes, max.” Steve turns back to you and searches for your eyes. You meet his and struggle to keep your pining subdued. “Ten minutes, hon. Then you can tell me how your meeting went, okay?”

“I don’t need you to coddle me, Steve.” You argue, hating this feeling.

Steve sighs and leans in to kiss you quickly, just a peck, before he gives Bucky a pleading gaze. He turns and then he’s gone.

Both you and Bucky wait until you hear the front door close before either of you move. You look at him and he gives you a nervous grin.

“At least I was still here this time, right?” Bucky asks, chuckling nervously as he watches you.

You frown at him and move into the laundry room, careful with your steps as you approach the washing machine to get a look at the mess inside. “Give me that basket.”

Bucky moves to the red plastic basket you’re pointing at and then heads towards you with it.

“You don’t have to come over here. Just hand it over.” You complain, reaching for it

“You’ll fall.” Bucky insists.

“Bucky, just give me the damn basket.” You growl and reach for it.

“You’ll hurt yourself, darling, stop being so stubborn.”

“Bucky!” You argue and make a final swipe for the basket.

Which is stupid because the floor beneath your bare feet is so slippery even Steve was having trouble keeping himself upright.

You yell shrilly as your feet suddenly swing out from underneath you. The basket goes flying but you’re suddenly caught in strong arms as Bucky rushes forward to swing himself over you. He slips too which is why he’s spinning himself around so that as both of you land on the soapy floor, he lands underneath you.

Gasping in surprise you hold onto Bucky’s shoulders, clinging to him as your mind and heart catch up with each other. You idiot. You just fell.

Underneath you Bucky is also breathing heavily but then he’s laughing, throwing his head back into the suds which turn his hair white. “You’re so damn stubborn.”

You grunt and pull against his grip because his hands are holding your waist against him, hooked into the curve of your body above your bottom.

“Let me go, James.”

“Awe, no, don’t go back to calling me James.” He complains.

“Will you just let me go?”

“No. You’ll fall again and if you break your neck on my watch, Steve’ll kill me. He really loves you, you know that?”

Yeah, right.

“Y/N…” Bucky chastises you, apparently knowing where your thoughts are.

“Bucky, please let me up.” You’re not blind, seeing his rippling muscles underneath you is quite a sight.

You can’t blame Steve for wanting Bucky if he looked like this always. He’s exquisite, just like Steve. Super Soldiers of perfection.

“Do I make you nervous?” He suddenly asks, stunning you.

“Bucky.” You growl, intent on not showing him how hot your neck and ears have suddenly gotten.

“Alright, alright, but let me help you.”

Carefully he helps you up and onto your feet and with hi metal arm wrapped securely around your waist from behind—is he wearing underwear under those sweats? You really doubt it, you can feel everything—he waddles you towards the doorway and lets you go when you’ve cleared the frame.

You give Bucky one final look of uncertainty before you stomp towards the bathroom to get a towel to clean yourself off.

Toweling your arms and your dress, you stare into the mirror above the sink and watch as Bucky slides into the frame, leaning against the open door.

“Why don’t you like me?” Bucky asks, genuinely curious.

He doesn’t look sad or upset, just curious and it’s surprising so you just stare at him for a few moments before you lift your left leg up a little to wipe at the suds on your calf.

“Why do you think I don’t like you?” You wonder, off hand.

“Come on, Y/N, you’re not exactly ecstatic that I’m living here with you and Steve. You haven’t exactly rolled out the welcome wagon.”

“I’m planning your party, what the hell are you talking about?”

“It’s a dinner. And you’re only doing it because Steve asked you to.” Bucky points out.

“Bucky…”

“Is it because of me and Steve? I know that you two have a life together, I’m not here to try and tear that apart.” He promises, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweats which tug his pants down a little lower.

Your eyes inadvertently wander down to that deep V of his hips and you clear your throat while quickly averting your eyes.

“I never said you were.”

“But you act like it every time Steve and I…I missed him, Y/N. I mean, I didn’t know that I missed him until he came to get me, but I missed him. I’m sorry if that’s hard for you. He and I never got the chance to really just…be together.”

“I know that, Bucky. I’m not trying to keep you two apart. In order for Steve to be happy he needs you in his life.” You sigh heavily, resting your hands on the edge of the counter as you drop the towel beside the sink and shake your head. “He loves you.”

A subtle heat suddenly wafts over your back, bringing your eyes back up to the mirror. Bucky stands behind you, staring at you over your left shoulder as he towers over you. He’s slightly shorter than Steve but not by much. Your eyes wander over the scars of his arm briefly and you feel bad for what he had to go through. Finding Steve was a miracle for both of them.

As you meet his steel blue eyes with your own through the mirror, you find your breath catching from the softness in his eyes.

“You’re not exactly like other dames, are you?”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

He smiles, amused. “Why don’t you like me?”

Your heart stutters with his renewed question and you turn around to look up at him. He’s a lot closer than you first thought and you’re very aware of his chiseled chest and his soft dark brown hair tucked behind his ears. He looks good. Better than you’d ever been willing to admit before. This is getting complicated.

“I don’t not like you.” You argue gently.

Bucky’s hand suddenly pulls the towel you’d been using to clean up around your shoulders. He grips it on both ends, wrapping you in as he pulls the corners in his tight fists which brings you closer so that you’re resting inches from his body.

“So, you like me?” He grins down at you, softening it so that it’s more intimate than gentle teasing.

Your stomach tumbles, somersaulting rapidly as your nerves spring to the precipice of madness. How does he dare bring himself this close to you?!

“I-I said I don’t not like you. There’s a difference.” You counter as he leans in towards you, his hot breath wafting over your lips.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah…” You whisper as his slightly damp lips meet yours.

You groan because for a moment it almost tastes like you’re kissing both Steve and Bucky at the same time. Steve’s taste is still on his lips and you shudder in his arms, overcome with pleasure as he pulls you closer, trapping your hands against his bare chest.

He pulls back, to lick his lips, staring at your own as his thumb wipes soapy bubbles from your cheek.

“What are you doing?” You ask him in a whisper.

“I don’t not like you too.” He whispers back and tilts his head the other way before he kisses you again just as you begin to laugh.

This time you force your arms out from between the two of you and wrap them around his neck to push yourself up onto your tiptoes and moan against his lips.

He chuckles against your lips and pulls back to push more suds off your cheeks.

“Wanna know a secret?”

“Mm?”

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Hell yeah.” Bucky exclaims quietly then pulls you in for another kiss, this time pressing his tongue against your lower lip which prompts your lips apart so that he can slip his tongue in to mingle with your own, sliding deliciously in exploration.

“Mmmm.” You moan once more, refusing to think about how long you’ve been fighting the urge to kiss him too.

A clearing throat interrupts you and Bucky pulls back, breaking your kiss with a loud smack.

Still wrapped in his arms, both you and Bucky look towards the door and find Steve with his arms crossed over his wide chest, his face fixed into a frown.

“This isn’t what it looks like.” Bucky says quickly.

“Really?!”

“Okay, it’s exactly what it looks like.” Bucky relents.

“Bucky!” You complain, trying to worm out of his grip but he tightens his arms around you.

“What? Lying gets us nowhere. Come on, can’t we just give in to this? It was going to happen eventually, and I’m tired of sleeping by myself.” Bucky whines.

“I didn’t know Bucky Barnes was such a whiner.” You argue.

“Come on! Please, let me sleep with you guys. I hate that big empty bed.”

“Why are you so need?” You fight.

Steve rolls his eyes and disappears into the hall.

An hour and a half later, both you and Bucky approach Steve who has been in the kitchen cooking while you and Bucky cleaned the laundry room trying hard not to kiss again and also trying hard to figure out what this means for all three of you.

Steve, who’s already sitting at the table, is busy serving three plates with barbecue glazed chicken, corn, broccoli, and brown rice.

“Steve?” You probe, but he doesn’t turn to look at you.

“Steve?” Bucky tries but Steve only pours three large glasses of sweet tea and sits back down.

“Hey, this isn’t fair.” You finally growl, exploding with the guilt you feel over him catching you making out with Bucky. “How do you think I’ve felt every single time I walk in on you and James doing stuff?”

“Awe, darling, not James again.”

“You’re James when you make me jealous!” You tell him angrily and poke his chest with your index finger.

Ow. Muscles.

“Steve,” You push on. “I know that was probably really surprising to walk in on, but I can’t ask you to give up Bucky because I know you love him and Bucky deserves to be happy, too. Both of you do. And…he’s…a pain in my ass most of the time but he can also be really sweet, mostly when you’re not around. I didn’t realize that I’d started to not dislike him until the past month.”

“A whole month?” Bucky asks, blushing as he reaches over and places his hand on your hip, tickling you there over your dress.

“Bucky,” You chastise him.

“What? I just didn’t know you’ve liked me for so long. Kinda makes me wanna kiss you again.”

“Seriously? Right now? I’m trying to keep my boyfriend, dumbass. Can’t you just…zip it? Or something?”

Bucky laughs. “You found us a funny one, Steve.”

You glare at Bucky but when you turn to look at Steve, he’s smiling softly, which stuns you into silence.

“Can we tell her? Please? This is torturing her.” Bucky begs Steve and Steve rolls his eyes.

“Come here, hon.” He says, opening his right arm for you to beckon you closer.

You hurry to him, eager to be in his good graces but also plotting how you’re going to get back at both of them for this because it sounds like they’ve talked about this, the three of you, being a possibility before.

He pulls you onto his lap and pushes your hair back off of your shoulder. “Listen, Y/N, Bucky’s not lying. We’ve been talking about how we can keep this thing—the three of us under one roof—going. I know that it’s been hurting you to see me with Buck and I just said it off-hand, ‘Wouldn’t it be great if you and she got together?’ I only half meant it. Less than half. I don’t want to share you.”

“And I don’t wanna share you.” You assure him.

“I’m totally okay with being shared.” Bucky chimes in and both you and Steve laugh.

“He’s my best friend.” Steve whispers to you, though Bucky can clearly still hear the two of you. “I-I can’t live without him, Y/N. I love him.”

“I know. And…honestly Steve, so do I.” You sigh but then feel two large arms wrap around you.

“You love me, darling?” Bucky asks, his deep voice serious in your ear.

The new tone makes him sound so different you almost doubt whether he’s the same person.

“You drive me crazy.” You tell him, turning to look at him.

He pulls back to look you in the eyes but keeps his arms around you, settled on his knees.

“But yes. I do love you Bucky. I don’t know why-”

“Gee, thanks.”

“But I love you.”

Bucky reaches up to pull you down for a long hot kiss, emotional and heavy with meaning before he pulls back and looks at Steve.

“Can we do this?” He asks, unsure and still serious which is throwing you.

You haven’t seen Bucky be this sincere since Steve brought him home and he met you for the first time.

Steve smiles down at Bucky before he leans down to meet his lips in a slow burning kiss, years of love and devotion pouring into it and for the first time, you’re not jealous. You really do just want them to be happy together. Hopefully they have room in their hearts for you too?

When Steve pulls away, he smiles lovingly at Bucky then turns to you and pulls you into a burning kiss, new love, searing and needy pouring into you from his lips.

“We can do this.” He says as he pulls away.

“Fuck yeah.” Bucky celebrates then gets to his feet. “Who wants ice cream?”

“We don’t have ice cream.” You laugh, leaning in against Steve’s chest while still perched on his lap.

“I’ll go get some. I’ll just run to the bodega downstairs. No fun stuff until I get back.” He insists, pointing at you specifically.

“Why are you telling me?”

“I’ve been listening to you and Steve for months. You’re the animal in bed. No fun stuff, darling. Wait for me.” He rushes out of the kitchen and towards the front door.

“Put on a shirt, dumbass!” You shout after him then turn to kiss Steve senseless. You’ve got a few minutes of personal make out time and before your two-some becomes a three-some, you’re going to milk this alone time as much as you can.

Steve laughs against your lips, then cups both sides of your face as he pushes that kiss farther and slides his hand up to the zipper on your dress.

“Hey!” Bucky shouts from the kitchen doorway.

Steve’s hand releases your zipper.

“Wait for me.” Bucky orders and you hear the Winter Soldier in his tone and somehow it just turns you on more making you itch for his quick return.

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