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『night visits. || winter soldier x reader』

pairing: winter soldier x f!reader words: lenghty summary: usually people find their own interests, but when you are "forecefully recruited" to work under HYDRA, your interest found you first.

『part 2』

You thought your studies and hard work would be rewarded, especially being one of the only women in the field. You thought all of the late nights studying, all of the potential relationships lost over fear of falling behind in your studies and all of the golden years invested would be worth it. You would be praised, given numerous titles and be able to help the community and give back to Society.

Except that didn't happen.

The payment for your hard work came in the form of a kidnapping. By Hydra. After appearing in the paper, being praised for your skills and knowledge, unbeknownst to you, a target had been placed by one of the most evil forces walking the earth.

Someone as bright and qualified as you who did not yet have the influence or the contacts to generate buzz in the media or in the government when kidnapped qas rare, and Hydra recognized the fact. So one late night, as you were coming back from your lab alone, you were hit in the back of the head and next thing you knew you were sitting in a metal chair, shaking in cold, with two men standing by your side and another menacingly sitting in front of you, waiting for you to wake up.

"The world sure is cruel..." Were your only thoughs, as tears ran down your emotionless face, when you heard where you were and what your purpose was.

You couldn't even choose the easy way out and... "eliminate yourself". They made sure you knew the worst would happen to your loved ones if you did so. So you complied, in hopes there would be a way out.

They then introduced you to a soldier, one genetically enhanced, to be stronger, smarter, smoother and more skilfull than thw average soldier. A previous army man whose brain had been blended and molded into being a mere killer puppet.

You were to supervise him, make sure everything in his heavily modified and messed-with brain was in order. You conducted psychological tests as well as neurological ones.

You were handed his file before you got to meet him, so you could study him. All of his information was there, the information of James Buchanan Barnes.

Tears brimmed your eyes when you met the soldier. He was a person, with a life. With hopes, dreams, loved ones... And Hydra turned him into a monster.

"The tests work best if I am alone with him. Other presences may disturb him and alter the results." You told the other Hydra agents.

It wasn't a complete lie, but you just wanted to be alone with him so you could treat him like a human.

" But he could-"

"I will call if you're needed." You said, interrupting him by raising your finger "You have not-so-gracefully brought me here because I am good. I should know what's best."

All of the men overseeing the Winter Soldier prohect exited the room, while muttering some not-so-nice Russian words under their breaths.

You pushed a chair to sit close to the Winter Soldier (but not too close, since you were still wary).

"Hello, James."

All of the men called him "Soldier", but it seemed inhumane, like a tool to be used, so you just used his first name. You knew it might trigger memories, but you refused to keep up the bad treatment.

This made the soldier look at you through his eyebrows, acknowledging your presence, but not replying.

"I'm here to asses you. Is that okay?"

You were to make sure he didn't remember anything from his past life and that he remained in the borderline-psychotic state he was in constantly, and that was already monsteous enough, so you made sure it was as easygoing as possible.

"Sargeant Barnes I don't want to treat you like those men, I don't want to hurt you."

His eyes softened the least bit, but as you expected his walls were up, strong and solid, and once more he did nor reply.

It would be months of hard work before he trusted your words, before he revealed that there was a bit of James Barnes underneath the soldier.

"Why... Why do you do this?"

You looked up from your notebook.

"Do what, James?"

"That. Give me hope."

Your heart raced a little at those words.

"What do you mean, give you hope?"

"It was easier killing people when I thought they were all cruel..."

There was silence in the room. You knew he didn't mean to say that your encounters were unpleasant, but that they were so pleasant, there was such peace when you were with him, that it was harder to complete his job.

"Do you want me to change my behaviour?" You still had to ask, just in case.

He did not look at you when he shook his head negatively.

"I like you. You're a good one. But I don't want to remember anything."

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and put down your materials for a second.

"Why's that, James?"

Fortunately, the fact that he was never called "James" (it had always been "Bucky" or "Sargeant Barnes") worked in his favour, as he did not have recurring memories from his past when you called him that.

"If I am here... it was because I was a bad person. No good person ends up in this place. I am here, I must deserve it."

"Do you think I'm a bad person?" This question was genuine curiosity. You wondered, after hearing his logic, if he thought you were evil too.

The man looked at you as if you were stupid. His eyes said "how could it ever come across your mind that I think there's a trace of evil in you". But, due to his conditioned mind, all he said was a cold, harsh "no".

"Then you trust me?"

A nod was all you got in response. If you got a couple sentences out of him per session, you'd be in luck.

"I will respect that you don't want to remember, but I can tell you, I saw who you were. You were not a bad person, you were a great one."

He finally made eye contact with you, and you could almost feel emotion in him.

The soldier's eyes wandered away from yours once more, focusing on the ground.

"I will end up here." He mumbled.

"Sorry James, what was that?"

"I will end up here. No matter what I do, they find me. I know I have remembered before, they left that in my mind. They left that I escaped, they brought me back and put me back in the machine." His voice was more somber as he told his story "I don't want to remember because if I do I won't want to stay, but I will just end up here again and be tortured again. I will just save myself the pain."

That was the most he had ever said to you, and it brought tears to your eyes. It wasn't human, what they did to him, no. It was pure torture on a man that, on the pictures you saw, looked like a hopeful young man, the life of the party, the one that would make friends with any and everyone.

You placed your hand on top of his.

"I'm sorry, James."

This action caused the soldier to widen his eyes and look at you in shock.

It was the first friendly touch he had felt since forever. It was the first human contact he had that wasn't a punch, a slap, or something equally as painful.

That interaction almost made him lose composure, but he remained stiff and serious until you awkwardly removed your hand.

You were slowly bringing out the human in him, but sometimes you wondered if that was the correct choice. You didn't want him to get hurt again. The last time they used the machine you could hear his screams no matter how far your room was or how you tried to cover your ears with the pillow, the Soldier's pained and desperate screams still reached your ears.

After that particular day, Bucky realized how much he enjoyed your touch. It seemed that the spot you had touched him burned every day you were apart. Your sessions were twice a week, three times maximum, but it was the only thing Bucky looked forward to.

"Hello, James."

His gaze remained locked with the floor. You thought you had made no progress whatsoever in your mission to make him accostumed with behaving like a human, however that wasn't true. Bucky was just afraid that if he did look at you he wouldn't be able to contain his excitement.

His brain was in constant disarray - the conflict between wanting to smile and have a conversation with you and the fear of disobeying orders and being punished were constant.

You sighed and sat next to him. You did the usual job of first checking to see if Hydra hadn't permanently fucked his head, and then you moved to the part where you'd check if he still was the emotionless psychopath Hydra had turned him into. Except you bent the last task to your will.

"I don't want to treat you like the rest of them. I won't. No matter what they made you believe, you're a person still. And I want to make your situation a little better but you have to pretend, no matter how much your condition improves, that you're still the same Soldier. I don't want you to go back into the machine because of me." You had explained, in one of your earliest appointments.

"I read the mission report. What are you feeling?"

"Accomplished."

His response was short, and dry, delivered in a voice devoid of all feeling.

"Are you saying that just because you accomplished the mission?"

Silence. His silence was, most of the time, an admission. You nodded and sighed.

You stood up and walked closer to him, placing your hand on his shoulder. There it was. Bucky didn't even care about the rush of emotions flowing through him, he just focused on your touch, how warm it felt, how homely it felt.

"Now, how did it really make you feel."

There was a short silence again, as he thought.

"Confused. I don't think I like to see people suffer, I don't like their screams, but I must do it, or else I suffer." His eyebrows furrowed as he said that, as if he was trying to connect the pieces in his head.

You began saying something about how he wasn't bad, but all that was just background noise. All he could focus on was how your hand travelled down his arm and rested on his hand as you crouched in front of him.

"James? Did you listen?"

Only then did you realize how intensely he was looking at you. His icy blue eyes stared into your soul, and you noticed how beautiful the man was when there were slight traces of emotion on his face. The strands of his jaw-lenght dark hair shaped his face beautifully, and you couldn't help but look at his parted lips.

You felt your face growing hot and immediately stood up, turning your back to him and pretending you were doing something else as you tried to regain your composure.

Before long, Hydra officials came through the door to take the Soldier, You'd never get too long in his presence, just enough time to do your job.

This time you wouldn't see him again in two days, and so you walked back to your "room" (if it could even be called that) thinking about his eyes, the way he looked at you, and the way you wanted to brush back his hair and take a good, long look at his face.

It was late, very late, when you woke up with a cold breeze in your room. You stood up, to close the window, only to realize that it was closed. It was only when you looked towards the door that you saw a tall, large, dark figure standing under the frame. Before you could scream, he paced forward and placed a hand over your mouth.

You could then see who it was. The moon light coming through from the window's glass lit up those blue eyes you had come to be so familiar with, and the mask you dreaded.

Once your breathing calmed down and the Soldier was sure you knew who it was, he allowed you to remove his hand from your mouth.

You then reached around his neck and undid his mask, slowly removing it.

"Why are you here?" You asked, your voice above a whisper.

The mask fell to the ground but Bucky's eyes never left yours.

"I won't hurt you."

It stung you that he thought you'd ever think he was capable of hurting you, but that was how he was conditioned to think.

"I know..."

Those words sent a wave of relief over Bucky, and he wasn't sure how to describe the feelings inside of him if he had to.

"I came back from a mission and I should head back but... I can't. I needed to see you."

Your mind immediately went into work mode and you looked at him with a very serious face.

"Are you feeling alright? Did something trigger you in the mission?" You asked, sitting down on your bed and pulling him down so he could be comfortable.

"No, miss Y/N, I needed to see you." As he said this, Bucky slid a hand up your thigh, stopping dangerously close to your core.

Only then did you realise that you were sitting next to a very big man wearing nothing but the sheer and short nightgown you used, as it would get very hot in your particular side of the building due to all the machinery working.

Your legs spread slightly, and you didn't miss the ever so sublte smirk tugging at the corner of Soldier's lips. The man watched your reactions carefully, and took that as a green card to proceed. His face got closer to yours, and he teased your lips, brushing his own against yours, before moving to your neck and kissing the spot right below your ear.

"James..." His name escaped past your lips.

It wasn't voluntary, because you didn't know if you wanted him to stop or continue. Morally it was wrong, he was your patient (technically), but it felt so right, so good...

"Hm? Want me to stop?" He asked, as his hand made its way closer to your core and his lips bit down on your neck.

Fuck it. If you were stuck here you might as well enjoy it, there was nothing morally right around you, why would you be the exception.

"No." You said, with the upmost certainty.

"Good."

With his metalic arm, the man separated your legs far enough so he could have access to your vagina, and with the other he cupped your face and brought your lips to his.

His fingers went inside your panties and rubbed between your folds before teasing at the entrance. You couldn't help but moan into the kiss as one experimental finger went inside of you.

There had obviously been a considerable ammount of time since you had been sexaully active, so you were very sensitive, and the Soldier could tell.

You weren't sure on what to focus: the way his lips completely dominated yours, or the way his fingers fucked you.

Soon after he added a second finger and switched between curling and uncurling them as he fucked you. His thumb found your clit and he rubbed it, adding to your pleasure.

You didn't hide how good he made you feel, incessantly moaning into the kiss and calling his name.

The man pulled away for a second, kissed your cheek and then your neck.

"I love the way you sound." He whispered.

"Then... Then fuck me, I promise I will sound so much better." You said, almost breathless.

Bucky shoved the fingers that were in you inside of your mouth so you could lick them clean, and then wrapped the same hand around your neck.

"That's all I needed, doll." He whispered.

Bucky unzipped his tight pants and pulled his cock out. You admired his size before he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you onto his lap. The soldier lifted you up pulled your panties to the side and, once his tip found your entrance, slowly lowered you on his cock.

You gripped his arms and let out a long, strained moan, until he was fully inside you. He then started moving you on his cock, thrusting slightly when pulling you down.

He skillfully and smoothly removed your little sleeping gown and kept on fucking you.

"Shit." He cursed, as he watched your ass bounce on his cock.

You realised how much you loved to hear him curse, how much you loved to hear his voice in your ear.

Slowly, the soldier picked up the pace when he felt you were comfortable. He then wrapped one arm around your body to keep the movements steady, and wrapped the metal hand around your throat.

You would've guessed the man that barely spoke would've been a quiet one, but oh were you wrong. The grunts and moans in your ear brought you closer and closer to your climax, along with the way his metal arm applied a slight but noticeable pressure in your neck.

"James I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum."

With these words, Bucky flipped you two, wanting to see the pleasure in your face when you came. You laid on your back as Bucky kept fucking you with his hand on your neck, switching between the way your tits bounced and the way your face looked as you were about to reach your climax.

It wasn't long before your hands gripped the thin sheets and your back arched. With a cry for his name, you came. Soon after hearing you call for him, Bucky buried himself deep inside of you and came.

The way he looked at you had you in a trance.

He bent down, grabbed your face and kissed you, before looking down and caressing your stomach.

"You're mine. Mine. All mine."

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captainsophiestark · 21 days

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Hypocrite

Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Requested by @flowers-and-fichte! Hope you enjoy, Novalis, and thanks for the request!

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Bucky's gotten close with Peggy's best friend, the two bonding over the reckless mavericks they both chose to care so much about. But Steve and Peggy aren't the only couple dancing around each other in this war.

Word Count: 1,396

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: I can't believe this is my first time writing for Bucky, lol. Most of the rest of the fandom has been here since Winter Soldier, but better late than never I guess!

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I shook my head as I barely managed to put one foot in front of the other, heading through the front door of my favorite dive bar. The Howling Commandos and I had spent many a night here, toasting success or planning our next move, but tonight I was without the rest of my group.

Peggy Carter was going to well and truly kill me, and I needed a night to process that.

She'd been my best friend for just about as long as I could remember; we'd joined SOE together, and somehow managed to end up on General Philips' staff, two of the only women getting as close to combat as we did. We made an excellent team, and normally, I had no complaints. But sometimes she could just be so reckless, flying head first into insane danger, that my heart needed a break lest it burst on the spot.

Tonight had been no exception. Peggy and Steve Rogers, the one and only Captain America, had worked together on a Commandos mission just across enemy lines. We'd been successful, and the two of them together had made an incredible difference in the war effort, but damned if I didn't also rue the day they'd met.

I slumped into a stool at the bar, barely registering my surroundings until someone slid a glass of my favorite drink in front of me. I frowned at it, then turned to my left to see who exactly it had come from.

Sargeant Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers' best friend, stared back at me with a faint smile on his face. He looked almost as tired as I felt.

"You look like you could use this," he said. I huffed.

"Thanks. How'd you know what I liked?"

He just shrugged, his eyes never once leaving mine as I took a drink, the corner of his mouth gently tugging up.

"I usually pay attention to the drink orders of pretty girls."

I snorted so hard a bit of my drink came out of my nose. It burned like hell, so it took me a few moments to recover myself enough to meet Bucky's gaze again. He'd leaned forward a bit, one eyebrow raised, looking a bit concerned.

"You alright there, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, fine. Just wasn't expecting you to hit on me, especially with that lame ass pickup line."

"Lame?" Bucky asked, a hand flying to his heart in mock-outrage. "That hurts."

I just rolled my eyes. "Knock it off, Barnes. We've quite literally been through hell together, I think we're a little past you trying to get my number in a bar."

"Well then how would you suggest I get your number?"

I paused, drink halfway to my lips again, and cut my eyes towards Bucky to let him know how truly ridiculous I thought the question was.

"You already have my number. It's the same one for Peggy and all the Commandos, as long as we're all stationed at the same camp."

Bucky just stared at me for a long moment. I sipped my drink and set it back down on the bar before he finally spoke again.

"Shit."

"Yeah. Nice try though."

Bucky huffed a laugh and took a sip of his own drink, then turned back to me with renewed energy and a bright, charming smile. I held up a hand before he could launch into whatever he was planning to say next.

"Okay Buck, why don't you just tell me what this is about. Because I came in here exausted after dealing with our best friends, and I don't have the energy to coach your rusty ass on how to flirt, if that's what you're trying to practice."

Bucky cleared his throat, deflating a little, but not all the way. He sighed, then set his shoulders and met my stare again with a determined expression.

"Actually, I'm trying to ask you on a date."

I laughed, until I realized Bucky wasn't laughing.

"Wait, are you serious?"

"Very. Although you're really testing my resolve, since you've now laughed in my face twice. You know I used to be good at this before the war?"

I shook my head, a disbelieving smile subconsciously forcing its way onto my face.

"Bucky... I'm not saying no, but... I mean, why? Why me, why now? We've known each other and been working on missions since Steve got you out of that prison... what changed to make you think this was a good idea all of a sudden?"

He sighed heavily, the muscles in his jaw working as he apparently forced the words to come.

"I've been feeling like I wanted to ask you out since I saw you, honestly. But we were going to have to work together, and I think it's pretty clear I'm a little rusty. So I waited, and I was just starting to convince myself to wait all the way to the end of the war, until I tried to get Steve to ask Peggy on a date."

My eyebrows shot up. "You did? How did that go? Those two have been dancing around each other for way too long, I've been trying to tell Peggy the same thing-"

"Well, maybe between the two of us we can actually get them to take the leap. But I realized when I was talking to Steve that I can't expect him to take my advice when I won't take it myself. I'm turning into the biggest hypocrite in the world encouraging him to talk to Peggy while chickening out on talking to you. So... here we are."

"Here we are..." I repeated, my voice a little faint as the full weight of Bucky's confession sank in. He had feelings for me, and apparently had for a while now. And now he was asking me on a date, the fact that we were in the middle of a war be damned.

I grinned.

"Is that a good sign? That looks like a good sign, but now I'm not sure..."

"It's a great sign, Bucky," I said, meeting his eyes and feeling a spark of excitement in my chest. "I'm glad you decided to take your own advice."

"So that's a yes?"

"That's absolutely a yes." Bucky's shoulders finally relaxed, a smile appearing on his face to match my own. "So... when do we do this? Do we call tonight our first date? We're out together, the two of us, at a bar..."

"No. No way," Bucky quickly decided. I raised an eyebrow at him, so he continued. "Tonight's not a date, sweetheart. Even in the middle of a war, I can find a way to make our night on the town something special. A little magical, and definitely just about the two of us. Tonight might be just the two of us, but it's about the two reckless idiots we call friends."

I laughed, then reached for my drink and raised it towards Bucky.

"I'll toast to that. To taking tonight to cope with the people we care about, and putting something on the books for a real night out together soon."

"Hear hear."

Bucky and I shared a smile, then each took a drink. I finished mine off, then sat back in my chair and stared at the man before me.

"So... how do you feel about a game of darts? Person who's not throwing is allowed to distract the other person, but only by relating the most insane shit our friends have done lately. True stories only."

"Bring it on. I've known Steve long enough that nothing's gonna surprise me anymore."

I snorted as the two of us grabbed another round of drinks and headed for the dartboard at the back of the bar.

"Look, Peggy might've gone through a phase of trying to be a proper lady, but she's been making up for it by doing even more ridiculous nonsense lately. Your boy's got nothing on her."

"I guess we'll just have to see about that, won't we?"

Bucky and I shared another smile. The routine was familiar, but now, there was an extra spark attached that hadn't really been there before. Even though tonight wasn't a date, spending time with Bucky felt a little different, now, in a very good way.

Maybe this could be the silver lining I held on to the next time Peggy tried to kill me via heart attack, until the end of the war and beyond.

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traveler-at-heart · 2 years

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Broken Beds and Healed Hearts

Summary: Bucky has a best friend that charms the Avengers with smiles and cookies. What happens when Natasha becomes a bit too enchanted with her?

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (Very Platonic but cute imo)

A/N: Probably one of the first fic ideas I ever had... and only wrote it now. If you must know I loooove Bucky so this is all for me lol.

I’ve been away for too long! Love you all. Hope you like it :)

As soon as you set foot in the Compound, you’re reminded why you’ve always avoided the place. The high tech, the setting, the people in the halls are foreign to you.

Unsurprisingly, the guard doesn’t buy your story of bringing cookies to the Winter Soldier.

“What did you say your name was?” he presses and you sigh. You should have definitely stayed home.

“She’s with me” a harsh voice says behind the man and he recoils when a metal arm lands on his shoulder.

“Sargeant Barnes” the guard stutters.

“Give Miss Y/N L/N her own card”

“Mister Stark requests a full background check…” a look from Bucky and he stops talking. “Right away”

“Be nice, Buck” you ask when the man walks away. “He was just doing his job”

“Yeah, but what did he think? That you could hurt me?” he laughs and you elbow him.

“I totally could”

“Yeah, yeah”

“So… I brought some cookies… and wanted to ask how was your date with April”

The man hangs his head in defeat. You were right; you could be scary in other ways.

“It was fine. She’s great… I’m just not ready to date yet”

“Right” his answer is not a surprise at all. “Well, she had a great time. And I just want you to be happy. You know that, right?”

“Your cookies make me happy” he says, taking the container and holding it close to his chest.

“Well, just remember you can’t date them” you grumble, watching him stuff the biggest one in his mouth. You’re about to scold him, when your eyes meet green ones.

You’ve heard of her before. Seen her on television and papers. Hell, Bucky mentions her once in a while.

But nothing can prepare you for those striking eyes and her fiery hair.

“I should… go. Your friends are waiting for you” it’s hard to form words when you feel those eyes on you, so you shift your focus to Bucky and squeeze his cheek. “Be good, Grumps”

“Wait, you still need your pass” he shouts after you.

“You’re coming with me to the movies tomorrow. Bring it with ya”

“Fine”

“I’m sure it’s fine” Natasha says, but still follows after Sam.

“Uh, someone was asking for Barnes at the front desk. Barnes. Who does he hang out with other than us?”

“You just want to gossip”

“Hell yeah, I do. And, I was right” he nudges her side, head tilting towards Bucky’s back. He’s talking to a woman, a smile on her face as she rolls her eyes, handing over a container.

She’s placing a strand of hair behind her ear when her eyes drift away from Bucky, meeting Natasha’s across the room.

The redhead can’t look away, not even when she notices the woman is clearly flustered by her presence.

Sam has the decency to wait until she’s gone to approach Barnes.

“Is this why you bring cookies all the time?” he sing songs, wiggling his eyebrows.

“It’s not like that. Y/N is just a friend”

“A friend who brings you cookies to your place” Sam insists, making Natasha even more upset. “Damn, awesome cookies on top of that. Romanoff, try one”

“Pass” the redhead mumbles, staying in place. Even if you’re dating Barnes, she’s eager to learn more about you.

“It’s not like that. First of all, I don’t want to date. Second, she’s my friend. Plus, she likes broads”

“No one says broad anymore, man. And anyway, maybe she has a sister…” Sam looks up, scheming. Natasha snatches the cookie he’s holding. “You mind?”

She chuckles and walks away.

Damn, those are good cokies.

There is laughter coming from the kitchen.

Natasha hears Yelena and Clint, immediately assuming they are up to no good.

“You better not have eaten my… chips” she barges into the room, and it’s too late when she notices you’re there with them, while Bucky sits at the dining table.

“Your chips are safe, sestra” Yelena rolls her eyes. You chuckle and Natasha looks your way, trying to figure out if you’re annoyed at her sudden presence.

All you do is smile reassuringly, awkwardly waiting for her to say hello. Technically, you two haven’t been formally introduced.

“Want to join us? Y/N here is teaching me some basic baking to surprise Laura and the kids”

“I wouldn’t want to impose”

“You should join us”

Again, an awkward pause settles when you both speak at the same time.

“Alright” she nods and approaches the island, full of ingredients. You’ve barely started and you can already tell the Avengers are gonna be messy bakers.

“Lucky you, I have an extra apron” you offer, placing it over her head. Natasha fumbles with the strings and you smile, touching her lower back to keep her steady, securing it around her waist. “Here. Is that good?”

“Perfect” Natasha’s voice falters a little, but everyone knows better than to bring it up.

For the next hour, you take over the kitchen, giving what you’re hoping are clear instructions, supervising Clint while Yelena and Natasha team up to make some cookies.

“Don’t be gross” Natasha reprimands her sister as she licks the wooden spoon with the cookie mix.

“What? It’s delicious, here!” Yelena pushes the spoon all over Natasha’s face, practically forcing her to taste it.

“How’s everything going here?” you appear all of the sudden and at least Yelena stops annoying her sister.

“I was telling Natasha that my mix tastes delicious” the blonde argues. Before Nat can protest, you dip a finger in the mix and lick it clean.

You let out a low moan, nodding in approval.

“Nat, come on, you have to try it” you insist, bringing up the spoon close to her mouth. Her eyes never leave your face as she tastes the mix.

“Yeah, that’s… uh… delicious”

“Nice job, Widow team” and before you leave to check Clint isn’t burning the kitchen, you run your fingers across Natasha’s cheeks, flour spread across. You smile once you’re done. “All better”

You fail to notice the redhead blushing at the contact.

“Shut up!” Natasha grumbles at Yelena when the blonde cackles.

“I thought you were a spy! I can read you like an open book”

“No idea what you’re talking about, sis”

“Right”

Luckily for her, Clint is having trouble with his cupcakes, so you spend the next half hour supervising everything he does.

After putting everything in the oven and cleaning up, you all settle in the dining room next to Bucky. Natasha sits in front of you, hoping she can learn more about you.

Clint talks about his family and you listen intently. Just as Yelena is showing you pictures of Fanny, your phone pings and your hand flies to Bucky’s arm.

“Our movie!”

“Oh, damn” he checks his watch, offering his arm. “We better get going”

“I trust you can turn the oven off without blowing it all up” you ask, standing up and smiling at the group.

“We’ll manage” Yelena promises.

“You” you point at Bucky, smiling as he pouts. “bring the coat I left in your room, please”

“No popcorn if we’re late” he warns you and you roll your eyes.

“Enjoy the movie! And thanks for teaching me” Clint says.

“Anytime” you smile at him. You look at Natasha and you’re hesitant to say something, since she seems to be avoiding your eyes.

“Last one to the car buys the tickets” Bucky rushes past you.

“Not fair!” you squeal, leaving in a rush. “You’re cheating, Buck!!”

Natasha wishes she’d say something more.

The worst part is she has no idea when she’ll see you again.

—

Movie night was something Natasha usually avoided. For her, it was far more enjoyable to watch any film alone and say the lines along the characters.

Still, when Bucky mentioned he might bring a guest, she was suddenly interested in spending some time with the team.

“Hey, everyone” you greet, walking behind Bucky. “I brought some cookies and pie”

Sam cheers, but he sighs defeated when Bucky keeps staring at him.

“What, Barnes?”

“Move”

“No”

“Y/N and I can sit together. Move to that chair”

“Y/N can sit with me and you can sit on that chair” Sam shoots back.

“Guys, I really don’t mind…” you begin to say, looking over Bucky’s shoulder.

“She can sit with me” Natasha offers. Everyone turns, alarmed. Not only did she actively avoid most movie nights, Natasha also sat way in the back of the room to sneak out before it was over.

“Yeah, that works” you nod, hoping no one notices how nervous you suddenly are.

“Well, maybe we should let our guest pick the movie” Clint proposes.

“Not unless you want to watch Mean Girls” Bucky mumbles and you throw popcorn to the back of his head.

“Hey, that’s a good movie” Yelena chimes in and you nod.

“Yeah, but she only likes to watch it because she has a crush on that redhead girl”

“Oh” Clint perks up and you look down at your hands.

“That’s not the only reason…” you mumble but Bucky can’t keep his damn mouth shut.

“Yeah, you definitely have a thing for redheads. Remember that movie we watched with the spy? She was a redhead too”

“James, if you don’t stop talking” you threaten, pinching the bridge of your nose and clearly blushing.

Of course he’d say that right as you sit next to a redhead spy who happens to be literally perfect.

“Now I wanna watch that movie” Clint says, turning to the screen and searching for the title. You nod in confirmation when they find the movie and try to control your breathing.

As the film keeps going, you finally settle in your seat, leaning against Natasha.

“Sorry” you say but she just smiles, placing a cushion next to you. “Thank you”

“No problem”

“They all make it really hard to enjoy the movie” you laugh, watching the boys argue over what they would have done in the character’s situation.

“I know. This is why I prefer to skip movie night”

“But you stayed today” you turn around, looking at her for the first time.

“I don’t know” she shrugs, toying with her hands. “I guess I enjoy the company more than the movie”

“Well, you’re not asleep or asking too many questions so you’re already better than Buck” you both laugh at that.

“There’s this movie…”

“I was thinking…”

Again, you speak at the same time, but Natasha looks more mortified than you.

“What are we watching? Who are you?” Tony Stark appears out of nowhere, talking a mile per second. Before you can answer anything, he’s already tasting a cookie and speaking again. “You made these? Can you make like 300 of these for my kid’s birthday party?”

“Uh.. yeah. I can”

“Happy will send the details. Really great cookies” he says before disappearing.

“Sorry, he runs on caffeine and God complex” Natasha mumbles.

“What just happened?”

“I think Tony hired you for Morgan’s party” Natasha whispers, leaning against you.

“That’s what I thought. Wow” you look back to Bucky and lean forward, whispering in his ear. Natasha feels a surge of jealousy as he takes your hand and squezzes reassuringly.

“If you’re sure it’s alright” you confirm, going back to your seat.

“Yes, doll” he winks and you smile.

You’re no longer paying attention to the movie, focused on all the ingredients and work you’ll need to bake 300 freakin cookies in a week.

“What’s your type?” you blurt out all of the sudden.

“Excuse me?” Natasha blinks a couple of times.

“Chocolate, red velvet, chocolate chips, vanilla” you mention all the flavors as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“I’d go with chips. But red velvet is good too”

“Yeah, I like reds too. I mean velvet. But also… yeah. Redheads” you stumble with your words, hoping the blush on your cheeks is not so visible.

Natasha chuckles and whispers in your ear.

“You’ve got good taste, if I do say so myself”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” she nods and you smile.

You’d definitely forgotten how long the movie is because once the credits are rolling, you’re fast asleep, head resting on Natasha’s shoulder.

“Come here. You can stay in my room” Bucky offers and you barely notice his movements.

“She can take my bed” Natasha says a little too quickly. Yelena has better sense to keep quiet about it.

“It’s fine. I usually sleep on the floor” he says, and you walk behind him, eyes barely open.

“Night, Tasha” you wave before going inside the room.

How she wished it was hers and not Bucky’s.

Next week goes by in a blur as you get ready to prepare 300 cookies and a birthday cake for the Starks.

Apparently, Morgan is in her fairy stage so everything requires sparkles and rainbows.

“Come on, fellas, chop, chop!” you walk in front of Bucky, Steve and Sam, all of them carring trays. You give them instructions to place everything.

The party is taking place in an open space, with bounce houses in the shape of castles and a playground.

Yelena is jumping around with Morgan in her arms, while Clint chases after his kids.

“This ok?” Sam says, his hands hovering over the trays he set down. You look over his shoulder and smile approvingly, squeezing his arm.

“Perfect, soldier”

He chuckles nervously and waits until you’re gone to speak to Steve.

“Yeah, ok, I see why Barnes lets her boss him around”

“I got a feeling someone else would like to be bossed around too” Steve looks over at Natasha, following your every move as you help Bucky carry the cake.

“Oh, damn. She’s gonna turn greener than Banner” Sam says as you stand on the tip of your toes to clean some of the glitter that got to Bucky’s cheek.

“Ew” he protests when you lick your thumb and then clean his face.

“Suck it up, Barnes” you say but he’s already laughing.

Tony meets you at the table, looking over at all the cookies and the cake.

“This is perfect! Pepper asked me to take care of one thing and that was the cake. So I’m certainly out of danger” he picks one of the cookies and bites, humming appreciatevly. “You’re staying, right?”

“Well…” you turn to Bucky and he offers his arm. “Alright”

You end up sitting next to Natasha.

“Hi” she says, trying to think of something to ask you.

“Doll, try this” Bucky calls over, handing you a tray of food and you moan as you taste it.

“Holy crap, this is delicious”

“If only Stark had more than one kid to throw a party to” Sam sighs. “By the way, I fully expect it to be named after me if you have another one. I saved your ass on that last mission”

“Not fair, I’m always saving his ass” Natasha protests.

“Well, we already named Nathaniel after you” Clint points out.

“That’s after you? That is so cute” you comment and Natasha blushes.

“Why are you all arguing? There is no child to name” Tony argues.

“We always gotta argue over something” Steve points out.

“Here” Tony sets a tray with some cookies and eadible decoration. “Whoever does the best cookie will name my hypothetical child. Y/N will pick a winner”

“Fine. But I’m leaving to get a drink. Surprise me when I get back” you get up, but lean forward to whisper in Natasha’s ear. “Good luck”

You wander around for a little, stopping to talk to Yelena and greet Morgan. Once they go back to playing, you walk over to get a drink.

“We’re gonna need five more minutes” Sam shouts at you, while the rest of them argues over what they’re doing.

“Take all the time you need” you say raising your drink, looking amused.

“So, which one is yours?” a brunette with long, wavy hair approaches you.

“The one with the metal arm and permanent frown”

“Oh, that’s neat. I didn’t know Bucky was dating someone”

“What? No. No, we’re just friends” you look back again, this time focusing on Natasha. “Plus, I think an Avenger is way out of my league”

“Well I think it’s the opposite. They could use someone who is normal, to bring them back to Earth. I know Clint does”

“So, you’re Laura!” you finally connect the dots and smile at her. “I’ve heard so much about you”

“All good things, I hope”

“The best, I promise” you’re tempted to ask how close she is to Natasha, considering one of their children is named after her, but just as you’re about to speak, Tony calls you back to the table. “Gotta make sure they’re playing nice”

“Good luck” Laura nods.

“Alright, kids. What have you got for me?” you look to the center of the table.

“There can only be one winner” Tony warns you and you nod.

One of them is decorated with the Falcon’s symbol, so it is not a mystery who did it. Most of them just have simple shapes done with frosting and sprinkles added on top.

But there’s one that stands out.

“This one” you immediately pick it up, admiring the work. Chocolate chips are forming a circle, simulating the seeds of a sunflower, while the petals are done with yellow frosting.

“That’s mine” Natasha says, smiling at you.

“It’s really beautiful, Nat”

“Not fair, I demand a trial by combat” Sam complains, but the redhead levels him with a glare.

“Can I sit now and enjoy my drink?” you plead, taking your place next to Natasha. Admiring the cookie, you put it aside. “Really nice job, Miss Romanoff”

“Thank you” she smiles again. “It reminded me of you. I mean, you were wearing a sunflower dress the first time I saw you” Natasha stutters, playing with the ends of her hair.

“That time I went to see Bucky at the Compound? I remember”

“I was a little jealous”

“What for?” you say, amused at the idea.

“That you were there to see him. I just thought how lucky he was”

“Well, whenever you want me to be there to see you, just ask”

Natasha keeps smiling, even hours later when she realises you uploaded a picture of the cookie next to a heart.

Yelena won’t shut up about it for the next week.

The Avenger’s gym is the last place Natasha would expect to see you and yet, there you are, chatting and joking with Sam and Bucky.

Clint’s the only one to notice Natasha stares a second too long, but keeps quiet about it.

You do some cardio and warm up, complaining the whole time. When Bucky starts doing push ups, you climb to his back and sit, asking him all the time if he’s tired.

He pretends he can’t hear you.

“We could be at the movies right now” you mumble and of course Bucky hears that.

“Exercise is good for you”

“Then why do I feel like I’m having a heart attack?” you shoo him away, sitting on the floor and sighing. Natasha is behind you, throwing some punches and sneaking glances at you.

“Should have invited your girlfriend” Clint sits next to you.

“Huh? I don’t have a girlfriend, Clint”

“Oh, the girl that drove you here” he says casually, knowing full well Natasha can, and is in fact, hearing everything.

“No, that’s April. My friend, who is VERY interested in Bucky” you try to get your friend’s attention but he ignores you. “Ass”

“I take it you’re not a fan of working out either”

“Is that so hard to tell? There’s just this really weird guy around my building and he’s not dangerous at all, but Bucky insists that I need to learn self defense. Or at least be able to run without keeling over”

“Well, we could teach you, right Natasha?” Clint perks up and you look behind you, blushing at the idea of being so close to her. On those very form fitting workout clothes, you might add.

And of course, you’re sure you’ll make a total fool of yourself in front of her.

“Yeah” she mumbles and then clears her throat, making sure her voice is more firm. “Yes, we can”

The three of you stand in the sparring mats, and Clint starts by asking you to throw a punch. He catches your wrist and shows you your own hand.

“Congrats, you broke your thumb”

“Huh?”

“Thumb goes curled below your tucked fingers” Natasha jumps in, being more gentle with her movements. She takes your hands, and shows you the correct way to make a fist.

You only nod to show you understand, sure that your voice will break otherwise.

After that, they teach you a couple of moves and it turns into something actually fun. Natasha thinks it’s adorable how you celebrate everytime you get something right.

“I think Natasha should fight you to practise some moves” Clint says after a while, trying to hide his smirk.

“What?” you both say, looking at each other.

“She’ll go easy on you, right, Nat?”

“Yeah. We’ll go easy. Don’t worry” she squeezes your shoulder and you blush again.

“Alright, do we have a set of rules?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like Cobra Kai, strike first, no mercy? No? Nothing?” you insist as they look at each other. “Well, at least now I know what we’re all watching for next movie night”

Natasha begins to walk towards you, while Clint reminds you the basics of the training. She throws a very slow, gentle punch and you manage to get out of the way.

“Fuck yeah” but a second later, she comes behind you and locks you in a tight position.

“Don’t lose your focus” she whispers in your ear and you’re sure your brain stops working completely.

As she lets go of you, you start all over again. Natasha goes slowly at first, but increases speed when you gain confidence, making sure you’ll be able to anticipate her moves.

At some point, however, her muscle memory gets the best of her. After throwing a punch of your own, she completely defies gravity, her legs going around you and throwing you to the ground.

There’s a moment of silence when you both land on the floor, Natasha on top of you. She stares wide eyed for a second, until you erupt in laughter.

“Holy shit! That was so fucking cool!! Can we do it again?”

“Are you ok?” she says, not leaving her place on top of you.

The proximity and how hot it was to see her do that make you a bit bolder, so you wrap your legs around her waist and squeeze.

“Oh, I’d say this is more than ok, Romanoff”

Her eyes grow darker at your words.

“Alright, I wanted her to work out, not kill her” Bucky jumps in and Natasha stands up. You miss the weight of her body.

“I’m fine, Grumps” you take Bucky’s hand and stand up, a bit disheveled.

“Fine, I give up, let’s go to the movies”

“You’re no fun” you complain, laughing at how annoyed he is.

You wink at Natasha, leaving after your best friend.

“So when are you asking her out?” Clint grumbles.

He isn’t prepared for the leg sweep Natasha throws his way.

“Damn it, Tasha, I’m trying to help”

—

Clint was right, but he’d never hear Natasha admit it. She should ask you out.

But there’s one thing she needs to do first.

Just as every morning, Bucky is going at war with one of the punching bags. She knows better than to speak to him, which is why alarm bells immediately ring for the soldier when Natasha approaches.

“Hey, Barnes”

“Romanoff” he groans in acknowledgement, hoping that the exchange stays at that.

It doesn’t.

“I wanted to ask you something” Natasha waits a second, hoping he will engage but he keeps punching and grunting. “It’s about Y/N”. At the mention of your name, he punches just a little harder, and faster.

Natasha realises it won’t go well, but she’s too far gone to take it back.

“Can I ask her out?” the redhead blurts out, a bit too rushed.

“I don’t know, can you?” Bucky grumbles and she rolls her eyes.

“You know what I mean”

“You’re both adults, nobody needs my permission and it’s certainly none of my business” he finally stops throwing punches, but refuses to meet Natasha’s eyes, going to fetch his water bottle.

“But you don’t approve”

“It doesn’t matter”

“It matters to me” Natasha insists and he finally turns around, annoyed.

“I don’t want her to get hurt”

“And you think I will hurt her”

“I just don’t know if any of us has a shot at a normal life with the way we live”

“Clint has a family, they make it work alright”

“Sorry, is this just about a date or are you asking for her hand in marriage?” he snaps.

“I… I don’t know. I’ve never thought about my life in that way”

There it is.

“When you date someone, there are expectations. I’m just saying you need to make sure you’re ready to meet them”

“Fine, forget I even asked”

Bucky calls after her but she’s gone in the blink of an eye.

—

It’s very clear to everyone that Natasha is in a mood.

Yelena is the only that actively engages with her sister, though her efforts to cheer her up are in vain. It all clicks into place when it’s movie night and you’re there, but she isn’t.

“No Nat tonight?” you seem disappointed and the blonde perks up.

“She’s on a mission”

“Nothing dangerous, I hope” you try to hide how anxious you actually sound.

“She’ll be back in a day or two” Steve eases your nerves and you nod.

The whole time, Bucky is frowning, barely paying attention to the movie.

“I’m getting more popcorn” you announce to no one in particular, leaving the seat next to your best friend empty. Yelena leans forward, whispering in Russian.

“What the hell happened?”

“It’s nothing”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire” Yelena pulls him by the ear, just as you go back into the room.

“That only works in English” he bites back, rubbing his ear.

“What does?” you chime in, taking your seat again and they both pretend to be focused on the film.

Yelena doesn’t let it go, however. Just like her sister, she decides to interrupt James’ workout time.

The blonde is a little less sublte, unplugging the treadmill and making him fall to the ground.

“Stay down” she commands, her accent thicker than usual. “Barnes, whatever it is you said or did, you better fix it”

“Or what?”

“Or I will annoy you every day for the rest of our lives until one of us is dead. My first thought was attaching magnets to your arm. Nothing dangerous, something silly like those that are shaped like letters. I thought about spelling “STUPID” with them” she lets out a chuckle at that. “Yeah, that would be actually very funny. I also thought about calling Papa and telling him you want to train with him. And you know how annoying he gets around other super soldiers.”

“Fine. I’ll fix it”

Bucky can’t take another one of Alexei’s visits.

“Good. That’s what I wanted to hear” she smiles, as if she wasn’t ready to kill him.

Natasha is at the kitchen island, eating some cereal and thinking about the movie night she missed. And how she missed you.

It’s probably for the best, seeing as Bucky doesn’t agree with the idea of you dating.

Her thoughts are interrupted by a constant buzzing. The redhead looks around, puzzled by the sound until she spots Bucky’s phone.

She gulps when she sees your name on the screen. You call two more times and by the third one, she decides to pick up.

What if it’s an emergency?

“Did you have a senior moment and forget you were supposed to help me with my apartment?” you say, amused.

“Uh… hi.”

“Nat? Is Buck ok?” you say, anxious.

“Yeah, he’s fine. He left for a mission. Won’t be back for a couple of days. Guess he forgot his phone”

“Oh” you sigh with relief. “That’s weird, I thought he was leaving tomorrow. Thanks for letting me know”

“Do you need any help?” Natasha asks, in spite of everything. She can’t stop herself if there’s a chance she could see you.

“I do, but don’t feel like you have to help me. I’m sure you’re tired from your mission”

“It’s ok, just a short recon and some doors to knock down” she smiles, playing with the food on her plate. You laugh at her casual tone.

“Did you do the thing with your legs? I’m so jealous of those bad guys right now”

She’s glad you can’t see her, because Natasha’s cheeks are as red as her hair.

“Anyway, if your offer stands, give me your number and I’ll text you the address”

“You got it”

—

Natasha is alarmed at the speed of your steps after her first knock. Her hand is still in the air, ready to hit the door again when you open it and look at both sides of the hall.

“Quick, come in” you pull her by the belt loop of her jeans, surprising Natasha with your strenght.

“What’s…”

“Y/N, is that you?” a voice says and you curse under your breath. Pulling Natasha back, you peak past the door and smile. She tries to control her breathing at how close you are, especially with those shorts and tank top.

“Hi, Mrs. Patmore” you say to the woman, hoping the conversation is quick.

“Is James there?” she asks, fixing her gray hair and pushing up her big glasses.

“No, no, Mrs. Patmore, it’s just my friend Nat”

“Oh, well” the woman looks disappointed and you try to stiffle a laugh. “Let me know when he comes over and I’ll make him some sandwiches”

“Yes, Mrs. Patmore” you begin to close the door, relieved when your neighbour goes back to her own apartment. “Sorry about that. My 70 year old neighbour is a bit in love with Buck”

“Oh, is she?” Natasha says in a tone that lets you know she’ll use this information for her own benefit.

“It’s sweet except when we’re late for something and she keeps talking to him”

“Well, she’s still too young for him”

You snort at that.

“Never thought about it that way”

Natasha feels a surge of pride for making you laugh. It’s quickly forgotten when you take her hand and lead her around the house, giving her a quick tour.

“Buck was supposed to help me paint the bedroom and assemble the bed. Got a new one because my back was killing me”

“Alright, let’s get to work”

“Not in those clothes. Bet that jacket costs more than my couch”

“Oh, it’s fine”

“No worries, I got you” you ease the other woman, handing over a lose t-shirt and another pair of shorts.

She looks way too good wearing something so simple.

Time passes by and as you paint the room, soft music plays in the background.

“Can I ask you something?” her voice interrupts the comfortable silence and you hum. “How did you meet Bucky?”

You chuckle at the memory.

“Went in to my store crying about a surprise party and how the cake was his responsibility but he had no idea what to bring. So I helped him. Came back to thank me a few days later. I thought he was a mess. But a nice one” you smile.

“That was for my birthday” she informs you. “And he was right, that was the best cake I’ve ever had”

“Thank you” you blush a little. “I kinda figured it was for you since he said it was for a pain in his ass with very red hair and a hate for birthdays”

“What an ass” Natasha mutters and you laugh. “I really thought you were dating… I mean I guess it’s easy for people to assume since you’re so close”

“He’s not my type because I’m… well, gay. But he is my best friend. I want him to be happy, even if he thinks he doesn’t deserve it. And he’s kind and has a big heart. As much as he tries to hide it. He’s my Grumps” you say affectionately.

Natasha regrets bringing it up. Now she knows for sure she could never ask you out. She’ll screw up and then things will be awkward for everyone.

You finish painting and then wait a little while for the walls to dry. It doesn’t escape you that Natasha seems lost in her thoughts but you let her be, bringing out the assembly manual for the new bedframe.

The first fifteen minutes are spent reading it over and over again.

“Everything alright?” Natasha says, clearly amused and your frown deepens.

“It’s like it’s written in Russian”

“Well, lucky for you…” she smiles and you roll your eyes.

“Fine, if you think you’re so good at it” you hand over the manual and smile, bringing your face closet to her, eyes darting to her mouth. “I’m gonna make us a snack”

“Y-yeah. Ok”

You smile, glad to have corrected some of her smugness and go back to your kitchen to get something to eat. The redhead is stubborn, and won’t eat until she’s done with the bed.

“Is this how all spies act? I swear I’m arguing with Grumps” you mumble but she doesn’t even listen, shooing you out of your own room with a flick of her hand.

Giving up, you scroll on your phone, answering messages about new orders for the bakery.

“Done!” Natasha claps her hands together and you leave your seat at the bar stool to inspect the work.

“I’m impressed”

“It was nothing” Natasha says, shrugging her shoulders.

“Except there are some nails and pieces left there” you point with a smirk to the floor.

“Those are spare parts” she sounds less convinced this time and you approach the bed.

“So if I were to, you know, jump here, it wouldn’t just fall to the floor?”

“I stand by my work”

“Huh” you sit down, feeling the sturdiness of the frame. “Well, that’s only me, but if we…” you think out loud with a smirk, and before Natasha knows it you pull her down with you.

She lands on top of you, and she can feel you shaking with laughter beneath her.

“Gotcha” you say, looking up and Natasha smiles. She doesn’t have time to pull away when you kiss her, slowly but passionately.

“Can I take you out as a thank you for helping me today?”

“I’d love that…” she smiles, but a second later remembers why she shouldn’t, so she stands up.

“But…” you sit up too, watching her expectantly.

“I don’t want to make things awkward”

“Whatever it is Bucky told you, please ignore it. I’m sure he means well but I’m a grown woman and I can make my own decisions. I really like you, Nat”

“I like you too” she smiles, wondering if it’s selfish of her to give up so easily.

“Leave Grumps to me” you promise, pulling her back down to the bed. “And meet me back here at 7. We’re having dinner to celebrate”

“Ok” she nods and you kiss her again, smiling against her lips.

It’s nice to be home, Bucky realises once the Quinjet lands and he sets foot in the Compound.

He’s in a hurry to check his phone and call you. He spent this week planning how to fix his mistake with Natasha.

“Hey, Grumps. Who you calling?” a familiar voice says behind him, and he turns around to see you entering the kitchen.

“Ah. You”

“Well, I’m right here”

“How did you know I was coming home today?”

“I didn’t. I’m here to see Natasha. For our third date” you shrug your shoulders and smile. You’ve practically spent every moment together after fixing your apartment.

“But when… how…?”

“I’m the one who asked her out, if you must know. And I don’t know what happened before but it doesn’t matter” you reach out for his hand and smile. “You are my best friend and nothing changes that. I’m still going to go with you to all those silly horror movies”

“I just want you to be happy”

“I am. And I love you, even if you act weird when I say it out loud”

“Agh, too much emotion for me” he pretends to run away, but you hug him and he gives up, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Hey… everything good?” Natasha walks in, looking between you two. Bucky stops smiling and walks up, dangerously close.

“Uh, Buck?” you say, holding your breath.

“She’s my best friend. Don’t hurt her”

“I won’t. I promise.” Natasha gives in and you come between them.

“Jeez, sooo much drama. I’m just a baker, you guys. Chill out. Come on, before we miss our movie, unless Bucky wants to join us and watch the most recent rom com?”

“Pass” he says, picking up his bag and sprinting down the hall. You both laugh at the way we practically slams his door.

“Alright, what time is our movie?” Natasha says and you put your hands around her neck, pecking her lips.

“Actually, I was thinking we could…” you play with the lapel of her leather jacket, and smile. “Test how strong the bed actually is… you know what I mean?”

“Yeah” she nods and you smile against her lips.

“I told you” you laugh against Natasha’s neck and she chuckles. The bed gave in after 15 minutes of some very intense make out session.

Not that it stopped either one of you.

“Well, in my defense the manual was most definitely not written in Russian”

“I’ll tell Grumps to fix it”

“Make sure he knows why we broke it”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you smile, your hand going up and down her toned abs.

“Kidding me? I get to brag about being with you and make him uncomfortable. Double prize”

“Evil” you both laugh.

“What you thinking about?” Natasha says after a moment of silence.

“What’s your favorite thing I do? Cookies or cupcakes?”

“That’s what you’re thinking about?”

“Yeah” you sound hesitant, feeling a bit silly now that it’s out there.

“Let… me… think” Natasha kisses every inch of your face between words. “My favorite thing… are your kisses”

“Sap” you say, melting at her intense gaze. “In that case...”

You lean forward, your lips moving against hers slowly.

There’s no rush, with Natasha next to you in a broken bed.

You’re the happiest you’ve ever been.

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stars around my scars | b.b.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: none other than mentions of non-self-inflicted scars, some cussing, tons of fluff, and maybe a mention or two of smut

summary: during a day off, you and bucky reminisce about how you met and your past experiences.

James Buchanan Barnes is the heart of everything you do, as you were for him; you were his heart.

Often Bucky stirred in his sleep, tossing and turning. That was before you. After you came around, he swears he can't remember that there even was a before you. You made him forget most of the bad he had experienced in his many years of life. At first, he was cold and closed off, but it didn't take long for him to warm up to your welcoming demeanor.

You were kind to everyone, sure, but Bucky always hit your soft spot. His blue puppy dog eyes he only ever gave to you made your heart flutter with affection. His flowy brown waves of hair always had you mesmerized, whether it was thinking about brushing it out for him on his harder days or dreaming about how your hands would feel tangled in it. His signature vibranium arm pulled at your heartstrings every time you thought of how he earned it.

Currently, the sun was peaking through the curtains of your shared apartment allowing the soft and warm rays to hit Bucky's face. You rolled over and laid your head on his chest. Bucky's arm came down from behind his head to rest on your lower back underneath the blanket.

"Good morning, doll," he muttered.

His voice was still sleep ridden and hoarse. Unbeknownst to him, his sleepy voice did things to you he would never know.

You smiled, "Morning, Buck. How did you sleep?"

He took a moment to respond before sighing, causing you to look up at him. Your eyes met his icy blues.

"...Peacefully. I always sleep best next to you.

"I'm glad."

His hand that was once delicately placed on your back now made its way to brush a strand of hair from your face. He leaned down and nuzzled his nose against yours before placing a kiss on your forehead.

"So, what's the plan today, sweetheart?"

"Feels like a stay in bed all day today," you sighed in contentment, "does that sound okay?"

"I would and could never say no to a night in with my baby, you know that."

His lips pursed together in a hearty smile, causing all your thoughts and feelings about him to rush to your stomach. You returned the smile with a giggle.

"I love you, Bucky."

"And I love you, baby."

He flipped you over quickly, now hovering above you with a hand by your head and one arm holding himself up.

"You know I adore you, hm?" He smiled again, that same smile that made you fall in love with him in the first place. "From the moment I met eyes with you and saw those beautiful eyes of yours I knew I'd want you forever. But I never could've guessed I'd get you," his free hand now traced up and down your body, "But good God am I so glad I did. You're all mine and I'm never letting you go, you're the best thing I could ask for."

Your heart swelled as he spoke. His words made it even more true that he was made for you. The Bucky Barnes was perfectly crafted for you. It was as if the universe made you and Bucky in the same body and split you in two to give you something to look forward to in life- like you were each other's other half to find to fulfill your missing pieces.

"All yours, Sargeant, I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"How could anyone before me give up something so precious," he looked you up and down, "so...enchanting, not to mention overwhelmingly titillating."

He then sat up and scooped you up into his arms, cradling you. Bucky's rough and calloused hand caressed your legs, tracing the scars you'd gotten from every clumsy childhood accident to every SHIELD mission you've ever been on. To you, you couldn't see why SHIELD wanted you in the first place. You were a mere human with no special abilities who paled compared to Bucky, Steve, and Tony.

But Bucky saw everything you were as a reason why you were better than all of them combined, all of the other agents combined, even. You had a unique skill set. Unique abilities that, even if other people had them, would be nothing compared to you.

"Where did this one come from?" Bucky questioned as he traced circles around a small, almond-shaped scar on your thigh.

"Just a burn from when I was a teenager," you smiled softly, "I used to burn candles in my room while I read. One night I wasn't paying attention, I had just lit a candle and was enamored with my book I accidentally sat the top metal part of the lighter on my leg."

"You're still just as clumsy, my love," he hummed, "and I love that about you."

A tender expression fell upon his face before he continued.

"Every single scar is a piece of you, they all have a story to tell about what made you..well..you."

"Never really saw it that way, Buck. All I ever saw was imperfection."

"Imperfect? You? Those don't even begin to overlap."

Bucky never failed to flatter you and make you feel like the only woman in the world.

He paused for a moment to admire you, "and this one?" His finger pointed to a slash mark on your upper arm.

"A mission from a while ago, before you came along. Thought we'd cleared the place out but a guy came out of quite literally nowhere and slashed my arm. Didn't hurt too bad. Nothing compared to being shot," your voice was soft as you lifted Bucky's shirt you always slept in and pointed to the circular scar wound on your abdomen. The one from the gunshot the top-notch doctors told you had been more than lucky to survive.

Seeing Bucky frown made your stomach turn in the worst way. He rubbed the scar gently as if trying to heal you even though the scar was inflicted years ago.

"I'm okay, Buck. It was a long time ago." Your eyes trailed along his body, eyes jumping from his legs to his torso to his eyes until they finally landed back on his perfectly toned stomach. You spotted a scar that looked almost like your bullet wound, "where's this from?"

His frown stayed apparent, "I have so many that I couldn't even tell you. But this one, I believe, is from when I was in the war years ago."

"I'm still amazed at how strong you are. And how you made it through everything you have."

"Well, I would be nothing without you," he finally offered another grin, "you keep me going. Give me the strength of a thousand men to be who I am. You, doll, have made me the best me. You have given me nothing but happiness. Do you remember when I first met you?"

And you did.

You had just returned from a mission with Natasha. Nothing too difficult, simple file transferring, nothing Cap would need to be there for. You walked into the kitchen almost immediately, stomach growling and threatening to make you pass out from the intense pain. The price you pay for not eating breakfast, you assumed. That's when Steve walked in with the most handsome man you swore you had ever laid eyes on. They were chatting about something you were too distracted to pay attention to.

Your eyes danced around his body, taking him in. His eyes were a piercing blue, lips a pale but rosy pink, hair was as dark as the night yet still had a brown hue, and God almighty did he have the body of an ancient God. His leather jacket hugged his muscles and torso perfectly paired with jeans that made his legs caused you to think sinful thoughts. Your heart pounded in your chest as they got closer.

"Oh! You're back? There's somebody I want you to meet," Steve beamed, he motioned to Bucky, "this is Bucky. My lifelong best friend."

Bucky glanced over at you as if he were trying to take all of you in at once, just as you did with him moments before. Then, he reached his hand out to you, "you must be that agent Steve is constantly bragging on. He's been bugging me about meeting you. I'm Bucky."

"Y/n," you chuckled and took his hand, giving it a gentle shake, "Steve talks about me, huh? I'm honored."

Steve's cheeks warmed slightly at the attention, "of course. You're one of the best agents we've got. Thought you two might get along."

"Well, I'm glad you've introduced me to someone so beautiful I might not have had the pleasure of meeting on my own," Bucky flashed a toothy smile at his friend.

Bucky himself was a bit taken aback at his forwardness. After Hydra, Bucky hadn't even thought about another woman. But you? He could already tell you could be what he wanted, all he needed. There was something about you. He was almost appalled at his cliche thoughts. He couldn't be entranced by someone he met thirty seconds ago. But he couldn't have been more wrong.

"You were practically eye fucking me," Bucky laughed.

"I was not!"

"Were too. I know because you gave me the same look I was giving you," he grinned, "and my thoughts about you were far less than Holy, baby."

You smacked his arm playfully, a giggle escaping your lips.

"Bucky!"

"Can you blame me?"

You curled up into his arms, holding his arm tight in your grip, inhaling his scent.

"Do you wanna order some takeout and watch a movie?"

"What better way is there to spend the day?"

"I'll call it in, you pick the movie," Bucky spoke and he began brushing your hair back. A smile crept up onto Bucky's face as he held you close.

He stood up slowly, careful not to drop you, though you weighed almost nothing to him. He placed you down on the bed gently and peppered kisses all over your face. If it weren't for you rushing him to order the food, he could've sat there all day doing anything to hear your sweet laugh.

He could spend an eternity with you and still never tire or find something he dislikes about you. There weren't enough words in any language to express his affection for you. But that was all okay with him because he would have an entire lifetime and, if he were lucky, even longer to show you how much he loved you. For you were his heart, and he was yours.

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Hiya momma 😘 Idk if this counts for a palette cleanser or not, but I wanted to offer it. I’m curious what your gorgeous mind sees when Did I Remember? by Billie Holiday plays. You know my affinity for James Buchanan🥰 Although, legend has it he isn’t the only one hung up on jazz🤫

i'm curious to who else has a thing for jazz?! tell me rn! i wanna listen to jazz w/ them. and thanks for the lovely prompt, gorgeous. hope you enjoy it a lot <3 | bucky barnes x f!reader ; WC: 0.9k

It's the first dance Bucky has been to in years.

Decades. Too many to count—too many to be polite for words, that's for sure. Bucky thought time would have desensitized him for it. Ripped him of every good memory attached to the soft jazz notes playing in the background, killed it, and left it buried in layers of ice cold.

Instead, all he sees is you.

He steps into the ballroom with all of the thoughts that battered and bullied him all the way here, but the sight of you is sharper and more practical than the Shield—it rips right through his insecurities, leaving nothing but Billie Holliday's voice ringing in his ear and his jaw to hit the floor.

You look like a whole spectacle.

His feet are moving before his brain can catch up to him.

It's a wonder right out of this world how a gal like you ended up giving him the time of the day, but he lives for it.

First, he did so in secret, but now he loves to parade it.

Ever since you looked him in the eye and said, "I'm not doing this little dance with you, Sargeant. I thought I made my intentions clear, but since it appears not, allow me: you're either flirting with me, or you're not. And if you're not, I'd appreciate it if you stepped aside."

Bucky knew right there and then.

"Evening, gorgeous." He bows down to you, as if this is the forties, just because he suddenly feels at home. He'd thought that sentiment was also gone in the darkness of his mind.

Your smile weakens his knees a little. Bucky keeps eye contact with you, not wanting to look away from your face. "Thought you'd bail on me."

"Never." He straightens up and offers his arm, which you take. Then, he tilts his down in a silent request and, of course—a kiss. "You insisted on coming alone. I'm a slow walker, but I came as fast as I could."

"You could always take the subway."

"That monstrosity? No, thank you." He feels the eyes on him now. Walking with you has that effect. "I like my walks."

"You really don't need to get your steps in. I've seen your legs, trust me."

Bucky laughs at that. "I thought you appreciated them?" Teasing you still makes him a bit giddy—it took Bucky months to accept and recognize the feelings — the good ones — that overtook him whenever you were around. It turned out, he was still a person.

He watches the blush on your face. "You know I do." You look up at him, matching his gaze, as fiery and fearless as always. Not a single drop of fear in them. Bucky's always mesmerized by that. "I'd say you could crush me with them anytime, but you and I promised Sam we'd stick around."

That pulls laughter from him.

"My god, woman, I just got here." Half of his act is not an act at all—he's surprised by the easiness with which you flirt with him, too, especially coming from someone who can be so different when Bucky puts all of his focus on you.

"I know. And you're in social clothes," you say with eyes that drink him in from head to toe. "It's yummy."

"Yummy. Some call me Sargeant, some call me White Wolf. My woman calls me yummy."

"I call you other things, too."

"Just how many champagne glasses did you have before I arrived?" he asks through laughter. He pulled you away from the far corner of the party, but that means you two now have a role to fulfill.

Both of you sense it at the same time.

Your eyes search around the venue while your arm comes down to rest around his waist. "They're all looking at you, Sargeant Barnes."

He scoffs, and puts his arm around your shoulder. "Hardly think so." They're looking at you, and both of you know that.

Sgt. James' Barnes and his date.

A public appearance was long overdue.

"We should go be social. Say hi to all the fake, annoying rich people," he says as he smiles at a governor.

He hates holiday parties, but they have great eggnog and the excuse to put you in gorgeous, glittery dresses is not one Bucky will ever pass on.

"Sounds gross," you wave a hand at someone behind his shoulder, and Bucky lets his gaze fall just on you.

"I know." I love you so much. "Say hi to everyone we know then spend all night on the dance floor?"

"Only if you play the game with me."

"I'll play the game with you," he barely arrived and he still can't put down his smile.

It's worth seeing your gaze softening for him. "Okay. Let's go say hi. I wanna see your moves, Barnes."

He'd show them to you.

Bucky has a sense this is how every winter holidays will be from now on: shared with you, as you help him navigate the crowds with a smile on your face and the cheekiness that only he gets to know.

He kisses your hand and takes the lead.

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Who I Write For

A list of people (and ships) I write for

If you want me to write about any of these people just send a request. If there is someone else from one of the fandoms listed below you want me to write about, request it and I'll see if I'll write about it (I probably will).

HARRY POTTER

x readers:

Regulus Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Lily Evans, Pandora Lovegood, Dorcas Meadowes, Marlene McKinnon, Mary McDonald, Barty Crouch Jr, Evan Rosier, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasly, Newt Scammander

ships:

Jegulus, Wolfstar, Marylilly, Rosekiller, Dorlene, Jily, Marylene, Prongsfoot, Drarry, Linny

MCU

x readers:

Peter Parker 1 & 3, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Carol Danvers, Tony Stark, Mark Spector/Steve Grant, Kate Bishop, Peter Maximoff, Maria Hill

ships:

Romanogers, Stucky, Stony, Blackhill, Ironstrange, Pepperioni

X-MEN

x readers:

Logan Howlett, Peter Maximoff, Erik Lehnsherr, Mystique

ships:

Xavier x Erik

TEEN WOLF

x readers:

Stiles Stilinski, Kira Yukimura, Isaac Lahey, Void Stiles, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Theo Raeken, Derek Hale

ships:

Stydia, Sterek, Scallison, Scira, Scisaac, Thiam, Stora

FORMULA 1

x readers:

Charles Leclerc, Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz, Logan Sargeant

ships:

Lestappen, Carlando, Landoscar, Charlos

MAZE RUNNER

x readers:

Thomas, Newt, Minho, Brenda, Aris

ships:

Newtmas

STRANGER THINGS

x readers

Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Mike Wheeler, Max Mayfield, Eddie Munson, Peter Ballard, Nancy Wheeler

ships:

Steddie, Ronance, Byler,

VAMPIRE DIARIES

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Klaus Mikaelson, Caroline Forbes, Jeremy Gilbert, Katherine Pierce, Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore, Kai Parker, Enzo St John

NARNIA

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Prince Caspian, Edmund

ships:

Caspian x Edmund

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Dick Grayson, Harley Quinn

TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET

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Regulus Black, Theodore Laurence, Paul Atreides

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timeless - ch. 3

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: in a flashback chapter, we see what it was like for reader and bucky before and during deployment, up until they were captured by what they didn’t know was hydra.

warnings: canon typical violence, talk of war, wounds, little knowledge of how deployment/war works on my end lol, affectionate/flirty bucky, if i missed anything PLEASE let me know!

w/c: 2.3k+

a/n: HIIII! another chapter that’s not two months out… who am i???? this chapter is definitely the last calm before the storm… expect either the next or the one after that to be very very angsty. i haven’t decided if i want to do the next chapter in current time/civil war time or a flashback as well, so if you have a preference please let me know!

<- chapter 2 ~ chapter 4 ->

two days before deployment

two weeks ago you found out you were being deployed as a nurse for the 107th with your best friend. your uniform came in a week ago. now, it was only two days until you would go to europe to try and ensure the safety of the men who were fighting for your freedom.

especially the man you called your best friend.

buky wasn’t nervous. well, not about himself, at least. he worked you twice as hard during your workouts, demanding longer runs and harder punches until he was satisfied with your progress. he pushed you to your limits and helped you cool off, running you hot baths and cooking you dinner when you were too sore to move.

although you loved having all of his attention and devotion, it had been a strenuous two weeks.

“the stark expo?” you questioned as he called out to you from the kitchen. you were in the shower, scrubbing away after another long workout as he was throwing together some sandwiches.

“yea!” you could hear his smile. “i’ll go in my uniform, you could even throw yours on. you know i would definitely love to see that,” you rolled your eyes at his comment, knowing he was merely joking around.

“maybe in your dreams.”

“you know it,” he knocked on the bathroom door to alert you of his presence. “i think it’ll be a nice last outing for steve and us. one last hoorah before… everything. one more good memory.”

“you say that as if it’ll be our last, jamie!” you turned the water off and wrapped a towel around your body before yanking the door open. “we’ll be back. between the two of us, we’re unstoppable, right?”

he turned to look at you, taking a deep breath before continuing, “i know, but it’ll be different, y’know?” he let his hand find your wet hair, laughing at your dripping wet state. “you should dry off, the food’s ready.”

“thank you, my chef,” you scampered into the guest room (your room, really) and quickly got dressed.

the truth is, bucky was scared shitless. sure, he was worried he wouldn’t be coming home once it’s all over. he was scared he would get whatever ptsd was. he was frightened about the possibility of him getting severely injured. but the thing that was debilitating him the most was the fact that he might not be able to protect you.

he’s always prided himself on being able to tell when you’re within a 3 mile radius of danger, guiding you out of harm's way as soon as he realises. with you literally going into a war zone, you will be surrounded by danger. gunshots, grenades, hand to hand combat, everything that could possibly harm you, you would encounter firsthand. that is what was the most frightening part of this whole deployment situation.

for you, you were simply scared to lose bucky. you couldn’t give two shits about what would happen to yourself. bucky had a family here, his best friend, he had so much. you just wanted to make sure that he would be able to make it back to all of it.

in a perfect world, the both of you would have made it back together.

“i knew you’d look amazing,” bucky cheered as you stood by your door, clad in your uniform and feeling tacky as ever.

“i dunno if i actually want to wear this out, jamie,” you pulled at the neckline, neglecting to look at him in return. “feels… weird.”

“c’mon, darlin’ you look great,” you felt his hands reach for yours, breaking your attention on yourself and diverting it to him.

boy, was he one to talk about you in your uniform when he looks so wonderful in his own. from his hat to the buttons adorning his cufflinks, he looked to die for. so much so, that your breath actually caught in your throat.

“woah there, y/n/n,” he smirked knowingly. “make sure to breathe for me. can't be leaving without you, darlin’.”

you rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder, “so arrogant.”

but he’s not wrong… no matter how much you wish he was, he always seemed to truly know what made you tick, and he knew how to tease you from it, too.

he also knew how beautiful he was. there was no way he didn’t with how many girls constantly ogle him as he simply walks the sidewalks with you or steve. in school, you would always see how the girls gravitated towards bucky. you couldn’t blame them, either. he’s tall, dark, and handsome with pretty blue eyes that were like whirlpools, sucking you in and making you look stupid for trying to not get sucked in to the spiral.

truth be told, you were jealous when he would entertain these other girls. he would take them dancing or to fancy restaurants, sometimes telling you and steve all about it upon his return.

sure, you were often entertained by other guys back in school, but if you were honest with yourself, you knew they were just distractions. they never compared to bucky.

all bucky would ever do was complain about your poor choice of distractions. if you went on a date to the fair, your date never took you on enough rides. if you went dancing then your partner must’ve had two left feet in bucky’s eyes.

no matter what went on, bucky found a way to make it seem like you had terrible taste in men, so somewhere along the way, you’d kinda stopped trying. besides, it’s not like those dates ever truly meant anything to you anyway.

“you know you love it,” he traded your hands for your waist as he tugged you into his chest. “i still don’t like the idea of you goin’ in, even if you’ll be goin’ with me.”

“well,” you placed a hand on his shoulder, “we still can’t change anything about it. we’ll be alright, jamie. we’ll be alright.”

with that, you left to meet steve at the expo with another date bucky’s trying to set him up on. steve was pouting, as usual. apparently he had been denied entry into the army by yet another station. soon, all of this would catch up to him and by the time it does, the police would be right on his trail too.

“i can do it; they’re asking everyone to enlist, for everyone to help however they can, yet they won’t let me try!” steve went on about how frustrating his situation was.

bucky threw his arm over the smaller man, “they’re just lookin’ out for you, punk. you know that. now, you keep trying to enlist how you are, you’re gonna end up gettin’ in bigger trouble than usual.”

“doesn’t make it any less frustrating, jerk,” he elbowed bucky’s gut that he was positioned under.

“boys, boys,” you sighed as the two finally stopped shoivng at one another. “i would like to spend my last night here not talking about what we’re about to go into, please.”

it was extremely crowded, body’s shoulder to shoulder trying to see what howard’s newest mystical yet scientific creation would be.

as some douchebag that was nearly a foot taller than you manuevered to stand right in front of you, bucky bent down to your level, “wanna get on my shoulders?”

“jamie, you’re gonna drop me on my face!” you chuckled at his suggestion.

“ouch,” he threw his hand over his heart, clutching it intensely. “you wound me. have a little trust,” and with the smile he was sending your way, you couldn’t say no.

suddenly, his head was beneath your thighs, but not in the way you might’ve imagined a time or two when you were by yourself, lifting you to see above nearly everyone else in the vicinity. his hands were gripping your thighs tight, ensuring your security whilst also spreading a bit of warmth very close to where his head resided. your hands wandered to his shoulders, you didn’t want to mess up his uniform too much.

“better up there, doll?”

“much,” you laughed as him and steve continued their way through the crowd to see better.

howard stark began his speech and presentation, everyone ‘ooo’-ing and ‘awe’-ing each minute. with so much talk of the future, it mostly reminded you of the fear you had of your own. would you mom ever come back from this war, herself? would she be lost in her work? what would life look like if things didn’t go well in the field?

it was almost as if bucky could tell you were in your head because within a few more minutes, he ushered the two of you out of the crowd before easing you off his shoulders with his award-winning smile.

“seems like steve ran off again,” bucky chuckled as he adjusted his cap. “what a surprise right?” his voice was dripping with sarcasm. you remained silent, stuck in your own head before bucky continued. “what’s one thing you want to do before you die.”

“woah!” your eyes widened. “way to be cheerful, jamie,” you scoffed at his question as you continued walking around, seemingly nowhere.

“hey,” he placed his hand on your shoulder, turning you towards him. “i’m serious. i know it’s scary, what we’re going into. i’m scared shitless. i’m terrified. but what i’m scared of most is losing you, doll,” he paused, letting his fingers take through the ends of your hair before he continued. “so, tell me, what’s one thing you want to do before you die.”

“i wanna see the northern lights,” you admitted quietly, almost embarrassed. “i mean, i’ve seen pictures of ‘em in the paper, but the way people write about them makes it seem like they’re so much better in person.”

“i know the feeling,” you met his gaze before you continued.

“what about you?” you nudged his shoulder with your own. “what do you wanna do before you die?”

“i don’t think there’s anything else i want in my life right now,” he kept playing with your hair before you continued walking around the park, his arm thrown around your shoulder and yours around his waist.

3 weeks after deployment

“heya, doll,” bucky’s voice rang through the tent as he made his way towards you.

currently, you were stitching up someone with a 5 inch laceration to their thigh, one inch to the right and it would’ve struck their major artery and he would’ve been a goner.

“james, i’m busy right now,” wiping off the wound once more, applying antibacterial ointment before wrapping his thigh in gauze. “be sure to come back before lights out, i’ll clean and redress the wound, try to stay off of it if you can,” you gave the man a worried grin.

“thank you, y/n,” the man pressed a kiss to your hairline before making his way to his bunk, you assume.

“just came to say hi to my best girl,” he wrapped his arms around your waist. “and i have a small wound i need you to tend to, please?”

you turned to face him, rolling your eyes when you saw the puppy dog eyes adorned on his adorable face, even covered in layers of dirt and grease.

“let me see it.”

he lifted his shirt - god those abs - to show you the many bruises and scratches littering his torso. you looked up at him with sad eyes. “i hate seeing you like this…”

he paused before snaking his finger under your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “i’m okay. it’s just the price of war.”

“i hate that you’re the one paying for it, though,” you shrugged as you motioned for him to lift his arms so you could remove his shirt easier. “gosh, jamie,” it was worse the more you uncovered. “it’s like you’re rolling around on a knife out there.”

“sorry, doll,” he chuckled as you reached for more supplies. you took a washcloth and dipped it in a bucket of water, wringing the washcloth and wiping down his chest and arms. “you’re so gentle.” you continued your job with close concentration. “always loved that about you, y’know?” you ignored his comments. “and your lip does this thing when you’re so concentrated - i don’t even know how to describe it, it’s so adorable.”

you sighed, biting back a smile as you leaned back, “i’m starting to think you purposely get hurt just to see me, now.”

“caught on already?” he chuckled before wincing slightly. you leaned forward once more and started back on cleaning up his skin.

“luckily nothings too deep,” you commented. “you won’t need stitches, but with as many cuts as there are here, i’m gonna go ahead and disinfect and wrap you with some antibacterial to avoid infection.”

“i love it when you talk all doctor to me,” you rolled your eyes at his comment. he lowered his voice before continuing, “can i still sneak in with you tonight?”

“you always do,” you smiled as you dabbed rubbing alcohol on his wounds, trying to distract him as the sting began. “same time?”

“always,” he nodded before you began putting on the antibacterial ointment and then wrapping his torso. “thanks, doll.”

“anytime, jamie,” you nodded as he wrapped you in a warm embrace.

he came into your tent that night. you reapplied his ointment and rewarded him before he insisted you lay your head on his chest to go to sleep, claiming it was more comforting that way. he held you as he slept, not even realizing how tight his grip was.

you didn’t mind it, though. it was comforting. you felt safe and secure in his arms.

that’s how you’ve slept the past two weeks. the same routine, every day. at least, when he was at base. it was harder when he was off fighting. sometimes you had dreams that instead of him coming back to you, it was a letter of condolences, saying their apologies for his missing body.

other times you didn’t sleep at all, too busy worrying about if he was alright or safe at all. you would worry that he was wounded, crying for your help.

i’m a few months, your life would be turned upside down. you weren’t prepared for what was in store, neither was bucky or steve.

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Low Expectations

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader has low self esteem when she meets Bucky. Can he convince her that she's the one he wants?

Chapter 8

Warnings: swearing, little angst

Thursday afternoon finds Y/N at the salon getting her hair, make-up and nails done. She had a light lunch and popped an edible to help her nerves beforehand. Not only did she want to impress Bucky and make him proud to have her by his side, but she would also be around his friends and who knows how many rich and powerful people. She hoped he wouldn't leave her alone too much because her anxiety might kick in. She hoped she didn't run into any nasty politicians or that she could at least hold her tongue if she did. There were a few she would like to give a piece of her mind to.

When Bucky knocked on her door at 7:00 Y/N looked herself over in the mirror one last time and opened the door.

"Hey Buck" she said softly

Bucky whistled "Damn doll, you look like the beginning of my favorite wet dream. I'm not sure I want a bunch of men seeing you like this." He gave her a soft kiss and hummed "Mmmm, taste good too."

Y/N felt her face heat up "You look pretty delicious too, Sarge"

Bucky felt a twitch and tried to think about something else "Do you have a bag for the weekend?"

She pointed to an overnight bag on the couch and he grabbed it, then walked outside. She followed him and locked the door.

They held hands and chatted about nothing important on the drive over. When they arrived at Stark tower a valet took the car and Bucky led her to the entrance. There were a few photographers lining the sidewalk but just walked past them, smiling and completely oblivious. There was a bit of a wait to get through security and Y/N tried to calm her nerves and stop herself from acting like a tourist surrounded by a number of people she recognized. Politicians, actors, musicians and more. She knew she would have to keep her inner fangirl in check.

Bucky squeezed her hand and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek. "Don't worry sweetheart, I'll stay near you all night. Gotta make sure no one gets any ideas."

Once they entered the hall she gasped "Oh my gosh its beautiful. They really go all out for these things don't they."

Bucky nodded "Yeah, even with Tony gone Pepper knows how to throw a party but nothing in this room is as beautiful as you are.

Come on, lets go get something to drink"

Across the room neither of them noticed the senators aide that came on to Bucky. She saw them come in and was watching his every move and expression. Her name was Brittany and only had the job with the senator because of her family connections. She had started as an intern and had recently been promoted. She didn't need the money but believed one could never have too much.

Brittany was pissed that Sargeant Barnes had brushed her off, no one turned her down. Ever. So he would have to pay because she was determined to get in his pants regardless of what he wanted.

How dare he show up here with another woman on his arm. Brittany knew she was prettier and had more money and better connections than the amazon bitch he had with him. She came up with a plan and wandered the room, biding her time.

After they got drinks, Bucky took Y/N to say hi to Sam then introduced her to Torres and Rhodey.

While the 5 of them were chatting, Pepper came over to say hi. Y/N felt so underdressed and outclassed that she could barely stutter out a greeting. "Ms Potts, wait I I mmean Mrs Potts-Stark"

Pepper smiled gently and rubbed her arm in an attempt to soothe Y/N. "It's ok, you don't have to worry about all that. Just call me Pepper."

Y/N felt her face flush "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I've never been to anything like this before and it's a little overwhelming."

"I understand, I've been planning and attending these things for years and still get a bit overwhelmed sometimes butTony always loved a good party" she choked a little at the end.

Y/N forgot all about her own discomfort and took Peppers hand "I'm sorry if I brought up sad memories. I wish I had the chance to meet Tony he sounds like quite the character"

Pepper laughed and wiped the tears from her face "He was everything you've heard and more."

Y/N and Pepper chatted for a bit about Tony, about Morgan, Stark Industries, the GRC contracted company Y/N worked for. Y/N was surprised at how kind and down to earth Pepper was.

Of course Pepper asked how Y/N and Bucky met so Y/N told her some of the details of their young courtship. Love stories always made Pepper smile.

"Y/N, it was so nice meeting you. I could stay and chat all night but as the host I have to make the rounds. You too Sergeant Barnes, I know you don't love it like Sam does but you need to get out there and schmooze for donations and government grants"

Bucky sighed "Yes ma'am, I can't promise I'll talk to anyone for very long but I'm going."

He pulled Y/N around the room and stopped to talk to people he knew and those who called him over. It wasn't so terrible but he always felt like he was under a microscope. Having her by his side helped him feel a little more comfortable.

After Bucky introduced Y/N to Nick Fury and talk turned to business she excused herself to use the restroom. Bucky pointed out the way but with the lights and so many people she got turned around. At least until she ran into Sam and he helped her find it.

While she was touching up her make up, a short, beautiful woman with dark hair came in, looking her over like a piece of meat, which made Y/N very uncomfortable.

The woman smirked at her "So you're the mystery lady, huh? Why on earth would he pick you and ignore me? I mean look at you, such a plain Jane. Amazon tall and definitely more than a size 4. You're a loser and should stick with your own kind."

Y/N shook her head "I don't know what you're talking about and you need to learn some party/club ladies room etiquette. We are supposed to support and lift each other up not whatever you are trying to do."

Brittany gave her a malicious grin "What I'm going to do is make you understand that the sergeant isn't yours, I saw him first. He might be into you now but eventually he will realize that he's out of your league and he can do much better."

Y/N shook her head. "First, I've been seeing him for a couple of months and second, if Bucky wanted to be with you he would have asked you out or at least asked for your number instead of refusing all of your advances. Makes you look kind of pathetic chasing him and threatening me like this. Get over it, go out with someone else."

"I'm not backing down until I get to fuck him. There are creeps who will pay good money for candid, private pictures of people like Barnes." She poked Y/N in the chest "So you will back off or this is going to get ugly."

"How sad for you, that you can't see how ugly you are already acting. I don't have time for your hateful bullshit. I'm going back to my date."

Brittany grabbed her arm "You're not going anywhere"

Y/N twisted her arm out of Brittany's grip and pulled away from her. Brittany slapped her in the face, scratching her cheek with her ring, and Y/N saw red and punched her with everything she had.

Brittany fell over and started crying when she saw blood dripping onto her dress "You bitch, this is a $2000 dress and it's ruined"

Y/N smirked "I think you might have a broken nose there too. Maybe you shouldn't try to start fights when you're wearing expensive clothes. You could have just let it go, us Amazon's aren't to be trifled with." and stormed out of the restroom.

Once she got away and the adrenaline wore off she had Brittanys words running through her head, words that she had heard so many times. Amazon, loser, plain. Why would Bucky want someone like her? She found a door that went out to a large balcony with a number of planters full of plants and trees, decorated with fairy lights. Her heart and mind both calmed as she breathed in the night air.

After 15 minutes Bucky started to get worried that Y/N had gotten lost or overwhelmed by the crowd so he excused himself and headed towards the bathrooms to make sure she was ok. On his way there a familiar woman tried to catch his attention but he didn't notice until she grabbed his vibranium arm.

She dropped it like it burned her and reached for his right arm. "Hi Bucky, I didn't expect to see you here.

He looked at her confused "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

Brittany sighed "Yes we met in DC. I'm Brittany, Senator Johnson's aide. We had talked about getting together."

Bucky suddenly remembered who she was "If my memory serves you talked about getting together and I told you I wasn't interested.

You should have your nose looked at."

She scoffed "Your date did that to me. Why would you go out with someone like that?"

Bucky tensed "What do you mean? What did you do to her?"

She smirked "we just had a little chat. I was trying to offer some dating advice and she just hit me. Out of nowhere."

Bucky glared at her "Bullshit. What did you do to her? Where is she?"

Brittany shrugged "She was in the ladies room a little bit ago but-"

"Shut up. I don't care" he looked around frantically "I have to find her"

He called Sam "Have you seen Y/N? Senator Johnsons aide apparently got into it with her and looks like she has a broken nose. I need to find Y/N but security needs to do something with this woman."

Brittany stammered "Look, can we just let this go? I'll lose my job if the senator finds out and my dad will flip. I promise I'll leave both of you alone from now on. Besides I only slapped her but she broke my nose."

Bucky bristled "You what! What the-"

Happy Hogan walked up. "Sergeant Barnes. Is this the trouble maker?" Bucky nodded "I'll escort her out right away and make sure the senator is notified. Sorry about the trouble."

"Thank you Happy and I asked you to call me Bucky.

I have to go find my date"

Happy smiled "Tall girl in a purple dress? She's quite a looker. I saw her on the balcony a few minutes ago."

"Thanks again Happy" and Bucky bolted. He went out the balcony doors and saw Y/N on a bench, looking out over the city.

"Hey sweetheart. Are you ok out here?"

She turned around surprised "Bucky! I'm sorry I wasn't trying to ditch you I just needed some fresh air."

"Are you cold? You can have my jacket" He took it off and put it over her shoulders.

Y/N was enveloped in his scent and it made her feel so safe and warm. Not to mention a little turned on.

He looked at her "I ran into Brittany. You throw a hell of a punch. I think you broke her nose. That's my girl" He saw the redness and scratch on her left cheek. "We should get some ice on that. How's your hand, killer?"

Y/N giggled "It hurts a little. First time I've had to hit someone since high school."

"What happened sweetheart?"

She sighed "She guessed that I'm your mystery lady and told me you were out of my league. She said I'm too plain, too tall, too fat. Amazon, loser. Nothing I haven't heard before" she looked down at her feet.

Bucky cupped her red cheek and gently pulled her head up to face him. "Hey, Y/N. Look at me. She doesn't know what she's talking about, just jealous because I don't want her. I want you. Just like you are."

Y/N felt herself getting choked up. "Are you sure? There's plenty of girls who would-"

He pressed his lips against hers for a long moment then told her "I don't want any of them. All I need is right here"

"James" She whispered when he pulled away.

"Yeah, darlin?"

"Ask me again."

Bucky looked at her confused "What?"

She looked into his eyes "Ask me again."

"Ask you wha-" his face lit up with understanding "oh I see. My beautiful, sweet Y/N, will you be my girl?"

Y/N nodded "Yes James, I'll be your girl" and kissed him.

Bucky pulled away to catch his breath "Would my sexy girl like to dance with me?"

She smiled "Always Sarge"

Bucky growled "The way you say that does something to me. Be careful"

He led her to the dance floor, put his right hand on her lower back, holding her right in his left. The band started playing 'My Girl' and he pulled her closer to him. The music surrounded them and it was like they were in their own little bubble. He looked at her like she hung the moon and she was convinced it was a dream.

Bucky leaned forward and whispered in her ear "I'm real, promise."

She pulled away embarrassed "Oh my God I can't believe I said that out loud. I've just never met anyone who treated me like you do."

Bucky pulled her back into him "Well, you ain't seen nothin yet so get used to it. You're stuck with me now." He checked his watch "We should probably get going soon, it's a couple of hours to the Hamptons."

Y/N nodded and felt her face heat up thinking about what kind of adventures this weekend at the beach might bring.

She felt fluttering in her stomach, that tingling at her core and a sudden dampness, hoping that Bucky didn't notice. She realized he did when he took a deep breath and looked at her hungrily.

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Guys guys. Its our baby girls birthday. Everyone say happy birthday Bucky.

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The Soldier's Nurse

I admit it, this is kind of evil. I just couldn't help it.

Y/N has been Bucky's favorite nurse for a long time. They finally get each other alone.

Masterlist

TW- 18+ MINORS DNI, protected smut, cursing, mentions of masturbation, innuendo, dirty talk, a little angst at the end

Pairing- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count- 1,363

(Gif not mine! Credit to the owner!)

When you start your job as a nurse, you know attachments are a bad idea. You know it’ll only break you if you find yourself gravitating toward someone, only to have them ripped away in the midst of battle. But you can’t help it. Not when you see him.

Sargeant James Buchanan Barnes is everything you ever dreamed of. Everything you’ve ever wanted in a man. Tall, handsome, smart, funny, kind… and amazing in bed. You grew acquainted through his many visits to the infirmary. You’ve tended to concussions, scrapes, bruises so regularly, by the time you finally pounce on each other one night after your shift, you know his body almost as well as he does.

You let your hands wander up his chest, both of you tucked into an empty exam room, illuminated only by a small lamp in the opposite corner. You know it’s against the rules to engage with any of the soldiers, but Bucky is so irresistible you didn’t really have any choice in the matter. His mouth is pressing hot kisses to your neck, and you let out soft moans as he travels down to your shoulder, pushing your tidy uniform out of the way.

“God, Bucky…” You breathe. You’re doing your best not to make any noise as to not be caught. His shirt has already been discarded, his dog tags cool against your hand as you snake your hand around his neck.

“What is it, doll? You want me to stop?” He whispers teasingly. You shake your head.

“No, no. Please, I just- I need more.” You press wanton kisses to his shoulder, biting softly as his hands travel down to your ass, pulling your skirt up to better feel you. He moves his lips across your face, finally meeting your lips again.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ll give you more.” You gasp as he gives your ass a light smack before massaging it in his large hands. “Wanna take these off for me?” You moan lightly as you nod, not wanting to waste time. You pull down your pantyhose and underwear, having kicked your kitten heels off as soon as the door clicked closed behind the two of you.

Bucky deals with the buttons at the top of your dress, pushing the sleeves off your shoulders as you stand. You reach for his belt as he cups your hands in his face, kissing you deeply, his teeth just grazing your lower lip. You both moan into the kiss, and your hands finally get to his zipper, pulling it down and tugging on his rough canvas pants. He pulls away and helps you, letting his pants pool around his ankles before he grabs you by the hips again.

“Hold on, buttercup.” He flashes you a toothy grin before licking his lips. “This is gonna be one hell of a ride.” You can’t help the surprised yelp that escapes your lips as he picks you up. Your legs wrap around him, and he pushes your back to the wall to help keep you up. You can feel your wetness cooling in the open air as your hands go to his face, and he kisses you again while adjusting himself to your entrance.

You moan as he slowly slides into you, muffling the sound in his neck. “Shit, Bucky, you’re so big.” He stays still as you adjust to him, laughing lightly into your hair.

“Didn’t you already know that? You did give me that physical exam a few weeks ago.” He jokes, and you feel your face heat up as you remember. He, in typical Bucky fashion, flirted the entire time, getting you so heated you immediately had to excuse yourself to find a spot to relieve your tension. You bite your lip, wondering if he’d like to hear about it. As he begins moving in an out of you at a steady pace, you decide he probably wouldn’t mind the mental image.

“Yeah,” You moan breathily into his ear. “and as soon as you left I had to go to the barracks and touch myself.” He moans as he hears the languid words escape your lips. “I—mm, I couldn’t help myself. I just pictured us just like this.” His hands squeeze the bottom of your thighs and you let out a soft whine.

“Jesus, sweetheart. You tryin’ to make me cum already?” Your head falls back at his sinful whispers and you smile.

“You’d better not until you make me first!” You warn, and he laughs as he fucks up into you a bit harder, cutting off your sass with a deep moan.

“I don’t know, Y/N, with the way you feel… so fucking tight, and those dirty little words you’ve got coming out of that pretty mouth… I don’t know if I’ll be able to last.” You have to slap a hand over your mouth to catch your wanton sounds as he moves faster, panting lightly. He buries his face in your chest, and you put your other hand in his hair. He feels so good. You feel so full of him.

Bucky nips at the skin exposed at the top of your bra, making you whimper as you move the hand covering your mouth down, under your skirt to rub quick circles around your aching bud. “Fuck, that feel good, doll? You gonna help me make you cum?” Bucky moans, and you bite back sobs of pleasure as you nod.

“I just need… a little more.” Your breaths come shallow and shaking, the tension building to a peak until…

Bucky kisses you as you release, partly to help cover up your cries, but partly because the face you’re making is simply divine. He’s wanted you since the first time he met you and now that he has you, he never wants to let you go.

He fucks you through your orgasm, and soon you begin feeling his hips stutter as he nears his own release. You hold his face to your chest as he breaks, his grunts muffled by your warm skin as he fills the condom he wears with his seed. You both breathe laboriously for a couple of minutes after that, just kissing each other, all tongues and teeth as you both come down from your glorious highs. After that, he slips out of you, guiding you back to the ground before tying off the condom and throwing it into a nearby trashcan.

As you both dress, you ask, “So, when’s your next assignment?” He looks up at you as he shimmies his pants back up his hips. His brow furrows.

“Um, I’m leaving tomorrow with Captain America. We’ve got to go infiltrate a Hydra train in the Austrian Alps.” You nod, suddenly nervous. He notices as he looks back up to you, and he closes the space between you to lay a hand on your cheek, his bright blue eyes boring into yours. “Don’t look so worried, Y/N, I’ve always come back before, haven’t I?” You nod, but your lips still press into a thin line.

“Yeah, but it only takes just one second and then I’ll never see you again,” You whisper. Bucky brings his face down to yours in a long kiss, and when you pull away, he smiles softly.

“I don’t think there’s any way I’d ever let anything happen to make me not see you again.” He admits. You try to feel better, but there’s something in his demeanor that makes you not want to let go.

“Just… Just promise that this won’t be the only moment we have with each other, okay?” Your eyes are desperate. You just need to hear those words.

“I promise. Just you wait, in a couple of days I’ll be sitting back in your station waiting for you to patch me up again, okay?” You nod, reaching to kiss him once more.

“Okay,” You nod in acceptance.

You stagger your times leaving the room to make your wanton rule-breaking less noticeable.

The next few days, you run to your station at the beginning of your shift, hoping to see Bucky sitting, waiting for you like he promised.

He never is.

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‘til the end of the line and back.

Chapter 7: If you get the chance.

Word Count: 7.7k

Warnings: Guns, explosion, mentions of dead bodies, injuries but nothing specific language, mentions of human trafficking, Smuttish, slow burn.

A/N: This was supposed to be posted last Monday but I hated the date scene (still kind of don't like it but I didn't want to keep rewriting it.) I am maybe a little sorry for the ending. Not Beta-d all mistakes are my own.

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Ch. 6

The knot in your stomach was growing everyday since you had said yes to going on that date with Donovan. It was Monday when he asked and you spent the rest of the week going back and forth on whether you should or shouldn’t go. You questioned whether you should go or not, whether you were ready to start dating again. When Friday rolled around you finally convinced yourself to go. Your decision to go absolutely had nothing to do with you overhearing Bucky asking Steve out on what you thought was a date.

You spent some time going through your closet trying to find a cute outfit. All Donovan had said was that you would be outside. You finally decided on the one casual dress you had, it was a mustard yellow with small black polka dots. The dress was held up with thin ruffled straps and a ruffle running across the top with strings to be tied off right above your cleavage. It hugged your curves just right with the skirt falling mid-thigh with another ruffle at the hem and still being slightly loose to allow for movement. You paired it with camel colored sandals and a circular wicker purse Wanda gave you as a gift. You style your hair down and you keep your makeup light, you can’t decide on which accessories to wear so you go out to find Nat and Wanda to ask for their opinion. F.R.I.D.A.Y. Let’s you know they’re in the living room so you head towards them.

“Hey girls, which set should I wear with this outfit?” You say as you hold out two different sets of gold accessories. You stand at the entrance of the room and don’t notice the two super soldiers sitting at the bar.

“Pinky you look… incredible.” Bucky speaks up from his seat.

“Thanks Bucky.” You say as you move into the room a bit more. You can’t help but blush at the way they both look at you.

“Help?” you say as you look at Wanda and Nat.

“The set with the bangles.” Nat suggests.

“Yes, that would be cute.” Wanda nods.

“Where,” Steve clears his throat. “Where are you headed Y/N?”

“Oh um, I’m going on a date. Actually, I should go or I’ll be late. Thanks girls.” You say rushing out the room cursing yourself for not realizing they were sitting there but also for caring about what they would say. It’s not like you were hiding anything from them. You quickly go back to your room, leave the items you aren’t going to wear and grab your purse as you head to the elevator. You grab your phone and see a message from Donovan saying he’s outside. You take one final deep breath to calm your nerves as you see him leaning against his car, a smile on his face when he sees you.

“Hi.” You say.

“Hi, you look beautiful.” He gives you a sheepish smile.

He opens the passenger door for you and moves over to the driver's side. Fingers crossed that your first date in about seven years isn’t a bust.

With the exception of Tony and Bruce they were all just hanging out together for the first time since Steve came back. Then the mood in the living room shifted dramatically as you left. Steve was pissed that you had a date, who the hell were you going to see and why hadn’t you said anything before? He had talked to you earlier in the week asking if you had plans and you said no. But Bucky, he looked like a kicked puppy. He turned his back to the room as he drank the rest of the whiskey he had in his glass. The team looked at each other not really knowing how to handle the situation. By now everyone on the team was aware that both of their friends are in love with each other and also with the same woman. What kind of advice would you give someone in that situation?

“You two are fucking stupid.” Everyone turned their heads to look at Wanda.

“What?” Steve asked, a little bit shocked at Wanda’s choice of words.

“Oh now you don’t have enhanced hearing.” She rolls her eyes. “I don’t even understand what is going on between the three of you but your thoughts are driving me crazy. So figure out how to fix it before it’s too late. Do me a favor Bucky and shut up.”

“I didn’t even say anything.” He scoffs.

“But you’re thinking it and I can hear everything. Why don’t you actually tell her everything you’re thinking? I know I’m tired of hearing it.”

“Because it’s not that simple Wanda. She’s the one that pushed us away so what is there to do?” finally turning around and glaring at Wanda.

“I think what Wanda is trying to say is have you actually talked with Y/N about your feelings?” Vision adds.

“You just saw that she barely acknowledges us. She’s creating distance between her and us. We think something happened when she went after her ex but we don’t know what.” Steve admits.

“Well Captain, if there is one thing that I’ve learned about you is that you are persistent. You shouldn’t give up until everything that needs to be said is said.”

“Listen it’s very obvious to everyone that you both are in love with Y/N, and you would have to be an idiot to not see you are in love with each other.”

Both men turned red at Sam’s words. But what he said was true and they had no idea what to do. When they were young they would have been sent away for being together under the pretense of them being mentally ill. They were so afraid to lose each other that they never did anything about their feelings and they lost each other anyways. How were Steve and Bucky supposed to manage a relationship with each other when they were also in love with you. They were both conflicted on how they were supposed to choose. They could choose each other but they knew they would lose you. You could choose one of them but the other would be heartbroken. There was still the fact that they weren’t sure of your feelings. You were pushing them away but they didn’t know why and now, well you were on a date. They could have taken that as a sign and chose each other and called it a day.

“But,” Sam continues. “Whatever this is, that the three of you have you can’t just let it go. She’s the best damn thing that has happened to both of you so hold on to her.”

“We tried talking to her and Y/N said she wanted space and now she’s off on a date. She made her choice so we’ll make ours.” Bucky Snaps.

Sam lifts both his hands up. “Ok, I’m gonna go finish packing before our mission. See you at the jet in an hour.”

“We have to go too, please don’t give up. I know she loves you both so much.” Wanda says, Vision follows her out.

Like always Nat is the last one there. Observing, listening and waiting patiently to make her move, she can deny it all she wants but it was her protective nature. Nat has been like this since the moment she met Steve. Watching over him and his struggle to adjust. Many people brushed it off as him not being used to the technology of modern time but she knew his struggle lied within the freedom of it all. Like any other man of his time he kept his emotions in check, never talking about them to anyone. Until one of Stark’s parties where he got a taste of Asgardian mead. He was just as drunk as a lightweight and he opened up to her while she was getting him to his room. His best kept secret out in the open. That night she finally had a better understanding of the man behind the shield. She was quick to pull him to the side the next morning and assure him of two things, one that his secret was safe with her and two that he didn’t have to be afraid to love who he loved. Steve was grateful for everything Nat had told him but that it didn’t matter because both Bucky and Peggy were a thing of the past, he had lost them both. She saw the hope in Steve’s eyes when he realized that Bucky was alive. He was quick to bottle that up too, His priority was making sure Bucky was safe and healthy. So she continued to observe, listen and wait.

“Why don’t the two of you just date already?” Nat’s question came after a few minutes of silence, earning a glare from Steve.

“Nat don’t.” He responds, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Ok, so then why don’t you both date her?”

Bucky went to reply but all he could do was open his mouth and close it again. Steve was just as taken aback by the suggestion not being able to form a complete sentence to respond.

“Both of us date her so she can choose?” Bucky was finally able to ask, a bit confused at the suggestion.

“No, just both of you date her, and each other.” Nat states very matter of fact with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Wouldn’t that be weird? I mean it wouldn’t be considered a normal relationship.”

“Steve, look around you. Nothing in our lives screams normal. You two should have died decades ago, I should be dead right now. We’ve fought aliens and we’ve traveled through time. Normal is relative in our line of work so who gives a fuck if you have a girlfriend and a boyfriend?” She gets up from the couch and heads towards the hallway. She turns back to look at them. “Both of you have lost so much, you deserve some happiness. If that means dating each other and Y/N go for it.”

Steve and Bucky looked at each other trying to gauge each other’s reaction to this new possibility. Would they be willing to subject themselves to rejection by others on the off chance that you might want this as much as they do. Would they be willing to put you in a position where you are shamed for being with both of them. Steve and Bucky have barely come to terms with the fact that they can love each other freely. The thing is that for Steve and especially for Bucky it sounds too good to be true. Life has had a way of ripping them apart at every turn. They’ve never truly been happy. Before they could even start a relationship like that they had to figure out where they stand in each other’s lives and where they stand with you.

“I have a mission with Sam, I think we should talk about it when I get back.” Bucky says as he gets up from his seat at the bar.

“Yeah, sounds like a plan.”

Bucky starts to walk away but turns to look at Steve. Walking back to the bar he stands directly in front of Steve and frames his face with his hands. Bucky lowers his head so that his lips meet Steve’s. Their lips working in sync for a few short seconds before Bucky pulls away.

“I’m all in, Stevie and I mean it. I just have to know you won’t leave again, because I don’t think Y/N could handle that type of heartbreak. I know I couldn’t do it again.”

“I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that I’m not going anywhere. I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you’re both loved and happy.” Steve says. He desperately wants Bucky to believe him. He has no one to blame but himself as he sees the doubt cloud Bucky’s eyes even if it’s just for a moment.

Bucky nods “I need to get going, I’ll check in if I can.” Leaving Steve alone in the living room with nothing but the thought of how he was going to make this work.

You were surprised when Donovan turned into the park close to the compound. He pulls into a parking spot and turns off the car, he gets out to quickly come to open your door. You continue to look around the area partially to figure out why you’re at the park. It seems rather busy for a Friday night.

“Have you been to this park before?” Donovan asks as he leads you to the car’s trunk.

“I’ve only been past it. It’s beautiful.” You reply.

When he opens the trunk you can’t help but look at what he’s grabbing. You see a picnic basket, some blankets and a small radio. You offer to help carry something but he refuses. Instead he offers you his arm and you give him a small smile as you wrap your hand around his elbow. He begins to guide you toward a small stone pathway with flowers and bushes decorating the edges as trees of all sizes take up the rest of the area. After walking for a few minutes the path widens and leads to a clearing. A small gasp leaves your lips as you see groups of people setting blankets out on the ground in front of a huge screen.

“It's a picnic and a movie. Come on, let's find a good spot.” Donovan smiles, satisfied with your reaction. You take the largest blanket and unfold it to spread it out on the ground using your abilities to stretch out the corners. You both take a seat as Donovan begins to unpack the basket.

“This is amazing Donovan.” You are still pleasantly surprised by what he chose for the first date.

“You’re really going to call me Donovan on our first date?” He teases.

“Sorry, I’m just so used to calling you by your last name it feels like I’m talking to someone else if I call you Henry.” You chuckle.

“Don’t apologize, I get it. Here, let me get everything I packed out.” He opens the basket he brought along and removes a few containers. “I made some things you mentioned you wanted to try, I hope you like them.” Donovan grabs some of the things he’s brought and takes the lids off and hands you some cutlery.

“Wow you made all of this Henry?” You ask as you pick up a drink.

“Yeah, I learned how to cook when I was young. When I’m not working with computers I like to cook. It can be relaxing.” He shrugs.

He grabs the radio as the screen lights up with instructions to set it to a specific station. Giving you the ability to hear the movie. Once he finds the correct station he sets the radio down and looks over at you and gives you a sweet smile and you return it. He moves around slightly and then you realize he is sitting directly next to you, your bodies almost touching each other and you know he can feel the heat radiating off of you. Just then the movie begins to play and you turn your attention toward the screen.

You find yourself at the bookshop early Saturday morning having promised Adam help around the shop. The sun is barely visible over the buildings as you wait for Adam to open the door to let you in. You knock on the door and laugh when you see him jump at the sound. He rushes over and unlocked the door for you. The posters and sale signs have changed since the last time you were here. A new bookshelf with collectible items has found its home just behind the register. The walls have a new color on them and the coffee bar towards the back has been upgraded as well.

“Good morning, here I brought you breakfast.” You say as you place the items on the counter near the register.

“I’m offended that you brought coffee from somewhere else when there is a perfectly good coffee machine back there.” He says as he grabs his coffee and bagel from the bag.

“You’re welcome.” You roll your eyes playfully. “So what are we doing today?”

“Well I was going to rearrange some of the bookshelves to have a more open area in the center of the shop but the other guy that was supposed to come in bailed. So I won’t really be able to move anything. Can you help me put the books back where they should go?” He says as he surveys the towers of books all around the floor.

“I’m offended you would bring in someone else when there is a perfectly good superhuman right here.” You quip.

“I’m going to have to hear that for the rest of our lives aren’t I?”

“Yup.” You smile at him as you walk over to the first bookshelf. It’s made out of oak. The borders around the shelves themselves are thick and the base is completely solid. It would take at least four people to move it an inch, for you however it's like picking up a cardboard box.

“Where do you want this?” You ask as you look over your shoulder. Adam’s chin might as well be touching the floor. It takes him a second before he answers.

“Right here.” He moves over to the empty area where the bookshelf is being placed. “You really weren’t kidding were you?”

You glare at him. “Who makes this up?”

“Alright, I’m sorry” he says as he begins to put books back on the shelves. “So how was the date last night?��

You turn to look at him, not exactly sure what to say.

“It was really good. He’s kind and handsome and very thoughtful. He took me to this park near the compound where they were showing a movie and we had a picnic.”

“That sounds nice, what did you watch?”

“Oh we watched Dirty Dancing, I actually loved it.”

“You’re telling me you loved one of your top 5 favorite movies of all time? Wow, what a shocker.” He chuckles.

“What? That’s one of my favorite movies?” You say as your brows furrow. “But I don’t remember watching it before.” Another thing to add to your list of things you forgot.

“Yeah you watched it at least three times a week. You even made me dress like Johnny for Halloween one year because my hair was the perfect length to style it like he did in the movie.” He says as he tilts his head. Concern washes over his features for just a moment. “Anyways, what else?”

“Well he likes to cook so he brought some foods I had mentioned I wanted to try and some dessert too.” You say as you pick up another bookshelf.

“Hhmm, I don’t like him.” Adam says as he continues to put books on the shelves.

“What? You don’t even know him.”

“I don’t need to know him. As your best friend it’s my job to not like anyone you date, especially after the last guy. And the way you described him sounds like a horrible dating profile his mom made for him.”

You laugh at his last comment. “But it’s true he is those things. He was a gentleman.”

“So are you going out with him again?” He asks, already knowing the answer.

“Yes.” You say trying not to grimace but failing.

“Y/N, you don’t like him like that. You described him as if you were trying to convince yourself that you should like him. What’s going on with you?” He says as he puts an arm around your shoulder.

You sigh but don’t say anything.

“There is someone else isn’t there?”

“No.” You scoff as you move away from him, moving the last bookshelf left.

“Who is it? It’s that falcon guy right?” He says confidently.

“Sam? No he’s just a friend and I’m not going to tell you. It doesn’t matter because they don’t see me that way.” You shrug.

“They? So it could be a woman? I swear if it’s black widow our friendship ends here.”

“It’s not Nat. Or Wanda for that matter.” You laugh.

Please tell me who it is.” He begs.

“No, now drop it. Let’s get these books back on the shelves.”

“Come on, tell me who they are.” He begs before he registers you said they. “Wait, when you say they do you mean more than one person?”

You freeze for just a moment but he noticed.

“I said drop it Adam.”

“Fine, I'll drop it for now. But you’ll tell me eventually.”

You spent the rest of the morning rearranging books and making the displays more appealing. When you got bored of actually having to physically put the books back you used your abilities. It was a nice change you were using them just because you could and not because you were training or on a mission. Although if you were honest you kind of missed going on missions. Getting your gear ready, briefing meetings, actually being out on the field and especially pairing up with your blue eyed super soldiers. You push those thoughts out of your mind and focus on the books. Waving your hands around the books zoom past Adam’s head and he ducks every time even if you tell him you won’t hit him. Before you knew it it was lunchtime so you went out to grab some food for both of you.

From the back of the empty shop Adam hears the door open.

“Took you long enough, I'm starving.” He says without looking up from his work.

“Sorry to disappoint you but I don’t have any food.”

Adam’s head snaps in the direction of the voice. His mouth slightly open, shocked that the one and only black widow is standing in his store. He recovers quickly and makes his way to the front.

“Hey.” He clears his throat. “Hi, I’m Adam.” Giving Nat a cheesy grin.

“Hi I’m Nat.” She winks at him. “Is Y/N around?”

“She just stepped out. Went to get lunch around the corner. Is there anything I can help you with?” Adam offers, slightly nervous standing in front of Nat.

“I’m in need of a super soldier, have any of those around?” She smirks as she leans on the counter.

“You know, I actually just sold the last one. I can place an order if you’d like?” Internally berating himself for sounding so lame.

The door opens again, this time you walk in with your hands full of food. It’s enough to feed a small army.

“Hey you didn’t tell me the Thai place around the corner closed down, I hope you’re in the mood for Chinese.” You say without looking up.

“Look at that instant delivery on a super soldier.” Adam jokes.

“Hey trouble.” Nat greets you.

“Nat what are you doing here?” You narrow your eyes at her.

“I came looking for you obviously. I need back up on a mission and we leave now.” She says as she takes the backpack she came in with and holds it out for you. “I grabbed you a change of mission ready clothes and I packed you a go bag.”

“I can’t go on a mission. I'm grounded, remember.” You say sarcastically as you place the bags of food on the counter.

Nat rolls her eyes at you “will you just change, we got a hit off of your data and this could be big.”

“Fine but if anyone argues that I was in the field I’m sending them your way.” Grabbing the backpack from her hand. You head to the bathroom at the back of the shop and change. Dressed in the outfit you usually use for recon missions, you put on your black t-shirt with the Avengers logo discreetly printed on it and military style tactical pants. You have your favorite combat boots on and your knives tucked away. Nat also brought in your guns and holsters but you keep them in the bag, not wanting Adam to see them. He’s your one lifeline into your past life and although you’ve told him what you do he hasn’t seen it. You want to keep it that way for as long as you can.

“Ok I’m ready to-“ you cut yourself off as you look at the scene before you. Nat, who is usually reserved and difficult to read, is relaxed, blushing and smiling at Adam who for some miracle isn’t being awkward around a woman he finds attractive. You have seen her in action and you knew she wasn’t turning on the black widow charm, this was how Nat would have been if she hadn’t been through the red room you thought.

“I’m ready to go whenever you are.” You smirk, knowing you aren’t going to let either of them forget this little moment. This causes Nat to stand up straighter and Adam to glare at you.

“Sorry bud but we have to go. Oh wait I came here on my bike I can’t just leave it here.”

“You ride bikes now too?”

“Yup, can you take care of it until I come back?” You say handing him the keys.

“Hell yeah I will.” He says grabbing the keys and putting them in his pocket. “Be safe.”

“We will.” Nat answers for both of you, giving him one last sweet smile before you both head out the door.

“So where are we going?” You ask as you get settled in the jet.

“We are going to Ohio. The data you collected points to some sort of facility. From the satellite images there seems to be a bunker and there was a shipment that came in.” Nat says as she looks at you.

“What did the shipment consist of?” Looking through the files on a tablet.

She sighs “we have reason to believe that they transported some people there. We are going to try and get information on what it is they are doing there.”

The trip is fairly short, you used the time to get mentally prepared for what you might see. You go over the plan with Nat and decide where you’ll be setting up surveillance. Nat goes over any possible scenario you may encounter along with exit plans. You double check the equipment making sure everything is in working order along with yours and Nat’s weapons. Nat lands the jet a few miles away so no one is alerted of your presence. Equipment in hand you make quick work of the walk from the jet to your surveillance area. It was an abandoned building less than a mile from the bunker but the equipment helped close the gap. Nat set up a tripod and camera at the window along with listening equipment. While you set up a tablet and laptop nearby as well as getting binoculars from one of the bags you brought with you.

The first few hours are uneventful. There are a few security guards at the perimeter but other than that there is no real activity. No one is coming into the facility or leaving it. The downside to surveillance missions is the boredom which is why you figured Nat asked you along. Maybe it was a test to see if you were ok to work missions again.

“So how was your date?” Nat breaks the silence while keeping her eyes focused on the tablet in her hands.

“It was nice. We went to the park by the compound where they host a picnic and a movie.”

“Hhmm it does sound nice. What about your date, was he nice?”

“Yes, he was. He was a gentleman if you must know.” You keep your focus on the facility and taking pictures every few minutes.

“Are you going out with him again?”

“Yes. Why do you ask?”

“Can’t one friend ask another friend how their date went?”

“Not when said friend is a spy. What do you really want to know?” You ask slightly irritated at the conversation.

“Do you even like Donovan? I mean I know he’s attractive but can you see yourself dating him long term or even have a relationship with him?” She asks.

“Yes Nat I can. Wait, how did you know it was Donovan?”

“I’m a spy, remember? Also I think you shouldn’t string him along. We both know you are lying and I know for a fact you have feelings for someone already.”

You continue to take pictures, looking through the camera and pointing it to the gated entrance when you notice a car.

“I’m not stringing him along. I want to see whe-“ you cut yourself off as you see a group of men get out of one of the vehicles and your mouth goes dry.

“Nat, look at this.” You tell her motioning towards the laptop set up near you. The pictures pop up as they’re being taken. You continue to take photographs as Nat comes over to see what you see.

“Fuck isn’t that-“

“Yeah the fucking scientist we rescued on my first mission, Dr. Miller. Why is he here? It doesn’t look like he’s being brought in against his will and Tony helped him create a new identity so he wouldn’t be found.”

“We’re going in. Our priority is bringing him back alive. He has a lot of explaining to do. Gear up.”

You both quickly put comms in your ears, you secure your kevlar vest, put your holsters around your hips and make sure your guns are loaded and you have extra magazines. You follow Nat out of the abandoned building toward the fence. Nat already knew three entry points into the guarded area so she took the lead. You stay low but move quickly to get inside the perimeter. It took another few seconds to get to a door that was locked with a key card but lucky you had Stark tech to help open it as fast as possible. With no blueprints of the building to review beforehand you are flying blind, keeping as quiet as possible you communicate with hand gestures. The floor you’re on is eerily quiet and you move down the hall clearing rooms as you make your way to a set of stairs leading down. Nat places a hand on the doorknob to open it but you pull her back against the wall just before it opens. Four large men walk out armed to the teeth. Nat motions to take them down and you make quick work of it, moving their unconscious bodies into an empty office.

You follow the same routine for the following two floors. You find them empty and the uneasiness starts to grow. The more you move down to the lower levels the more the feeling in the pit of your stomach starts to grow until it feels like a massive weight holding you in place. Alarms go off in your head that tell you to take Nat and run back to the safety of the jet and go home but it’s too late now.

Standing in front of the next stairwell Nat looks over her shoulder at you and nods. Slowly opening the door you make your way down the stairs, as you get to the door that leads into the next floor you grab her arm and pull her back. She turns and looks at you confused but you put a finger over your mouth and then point at your ear, silently asking her to listen. This floor isn’t silent like the rest and whatever is happening here it’s bringing back memories of what was done to you. You can hear everything more clearly than Nat. The restraints are tightened around someone’s ankles, midsection and wrists. The weak pleas falling on deaf ears and the shuffling of medical equipment.

“We have to move in now.” You say in a rushed whisper.

“We stay together, remember our main priority is to get Miller.” Nat says before opening the door and looking in both directions. A gun in her hand as she slips through the door with you following. This floor is different then the first few you searched through. This seems to be the lab and medical floor. All types of equipment sit on every imaginable surface reminding you of Tony’s lab. You can hear a conversation being had at the end of the hall just behind some double doors. You tap Nat on the shoulder pointing at the doors to let her know people are in there. Clearing the rest of the floor quickly you head towards the door, her ear is pressed to one of them to try and make out what’s going on.

“This is unacceptable. The formula is the same one given to subject 358. Why was it successful on them but not on anyone else?” You recognize Miller’s voice although this version is angry and in control while you remember him as mild mannered.

“Sir we aren’t sure, we think maybe it has to do with genetics.” The other voice answers, words dripping with fear.

“Maybe it has to do with genetics.” Miller mocks the other person. “Don’t you think I already accounted for that. It’s why we have a sample of their blood and why It was part of the notes I sent for you to recreate the serum. You’re all fucking worthless, now get the next test subject ready before I decide to use you instead.”

Hurried steps echo through the room finishing the last steps before they test on whichever poor soul is strapped to that table. You know exactly what is going to happen first and from what you just heard it’s not going to end well. Nat looks at you, her bright green eyes hold yours. Silently telling you that it’s now or never, and reassuring you that you can get through this.

You each open one of the doors and take out the guards directly next to them. The room full of doctors moving around the room looking at equipment and checking vitals grows silent for just a moment. It’s those few seconds before total chaos that everything slows down. It’s that moment that you usually look around and make a choice, what you will do next. What is the next step? Who is the biggest physical threat in the room? How do you take them down? But in this silent moment your attention is focused on the young girl strapped to the table completely terrified of her surroundings and the pile of bodies in the corner of the ones that didn’t survive, discarded as nothing more than trash. Then a shot rings out, and just as slowly that minute had passed everything started moving at full speed. The bullet hitting you right in the chest pulls you out of your daze and if it weren’t for your vest it would have gone straight to your heart. You look at who fired the shot and he drops to the floor before you even pull the trigger. Shot down by Nat you return the favor by shooting the guards coming up behind her.

“Get Miller.” You shout as you move to release the girl from the table. Nat becomes a blur running after the man you came looking for.

The last thing you hear is Nat yelling at you through comms telling you to leave the bunker when an explosion rips through it.

Blood stained hands that wouldn’t stop shaking was the only thing you could focus on. You can’t recall how you even got out of the crumbling building full of debris, fire and death. All you were vaguely aware of was that you were sitting on the floor of the medical wing of the compound. Waiting to hear for any news on Nat. You remember moving pieces of concrete to find her and to make sure she was alive. Now here you were, her condition worse than you realized on the jet. The medical team rushed in as soon as the jet touched down. Footsteps that squeaked grabbed your attention and you stood quickly hoping you were finally getting news after spending hours waiting.

“Come on honey I need to get you checked.” Lucy’s soothing voice rings in your ears.

“What about Nat? I’m not leaving her alone.”

“They have her in the cradle. It will be a few hours before she’s out and then another few hours before you can see her.” She tells you as she wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into another room to look over you.

“No Lucy, I need to be there for her. She needs to know that I’m here.”

“No Y/N. Listen to me there is way too much blood on your clothes. I need to know you aren’t injured. Now let me look at you.”

“Lucy it’s not my blood, It’s hers.” you whisper. All you had were a few cuts and bruises that would be gone within a few more hours.

“Honey, you need to get cleaned up then, you can’t stay in these clothes. Why don’t you go upstairs shower and when she is out I’ll personally go get you.” She says softly.

You nod at her suggestion. Your eyes glaze over as you make your way to your room. Once you enter your hallway you immediately make your way to Bucky’s room. You need him right now no matter what is going on between you and him. He isn’t there and you check Steve’s room, you really need him too but he isn’t there either. You go to your room and head straight to the bathroom. You turn on the water as you remove all of your blood soaked clothes. Once the water is at a good temperature you step in and then you sink to the floor letting the water wash over your skin.

After sitting for a while you forced yourself to get up and finish getting clean. You put on a tank top and some sleep shorts. Sitting at the edge of your bed your thoughts go to Nat. Your leg bouncing uncontrollably as you wait for Lucy to come find you, to let you know she’s ok. You keep thinking about what you could have done differently. Maybe if you would have been the one to run after Miller she wouldn’t have been hurt.

It’s around 3:00 am and you’re back to your old routine except you really need the comforting presence of both Steve and Bucky but neither were around. You find yourself in the kitchen sitting on the kitchen counter as you wait for the water to be ready to make your tea. You wouldn’t hear the footsteps coming closer even if you were paying attention. It’s not until he’s standing directly in front of your line of sight that you realize that someone is in the kitchen with you.

“Are you ok Y/N?” Steve asks as he stands between your legs, as he frames your face with his hands. His eyes travel all over your face looking at every fading cut and bruise you have. His calloused thumb swiping away a tear.

“She almost died, Steve.” You say as you finally begin to shed the tears you’d been holding back.

“Sweetheart, you got her back here just in time. You did everything right.”

You shake your head. “It shouldn’t have happened like that in the first place. I should have been the one to go after him, not Nat.”

“C’mere.” He says as he pulls into his chest. Your arms instinctively wrap around his waist and rest your head against his chest as you feel him place a kiss on the top of your head.

“This job isn’t easy and we all know the risks involved but the important part was that you were there to have her back when it mattered. You can’t blame yourself for what happened to her. Because of you she’s getting the help she needs and the odds of her pulling through are really high.”

You close your eyes as you listen to him trying to reassure you. A comfortable silence fills the room as you stay wrapped in his embrace and focus on his heartbeats. Steve tries to stay calm for you but the fact that you are letting him hold you has him thinking of his last conversation with Nat. He can’t control the fact that he’s thinking about having you and Bucky. The three of you together, sharing a home and having a family. He wants to be the reason you both smile and the one to comfort you when things aren’t good. He wants to create the life he and Bucky always wanted, the one he thought he was going to have with Peggy but now he knows he can have with you too.

All too quickly he’s pulled from his thoughts as the kettle’s high pitched whistle breaks the silence. Steve begins to back up to move it from the stove but your grip on him tightens and he can only feel the movement of your hand as you use your abilities to move the kettle and turn off the stove.

“Can we stay like this a little longer?” You ask as you tilt your head back to look at him. You move your hands from his waist so that they rest on his chest instead.

“We can stay like this as long as you like sweetheart.” Steve says before placing a kiss on your forehead. He dips his head down and he places another kiss on the tip of your nose. As he brings to straighten himself back up you wrapped your hands around his neck. You pull him down so your lips are barely touching.

“Sweetheart.”

“Please Steve.” You whisper back.

Your breath hitches as his lips brush against yours lightly.

“Are you sure?” He asks barely above a whisper.

You close the small space left between you. His lips are softer than you imagined and his kiss is just as sweet as him. He takes his time as if he’s trying to ingrain this moment into his very being. One of your hands brings him closer as the other tangles itself into his hair. You pour all of the feelings you’ve had for him into this kiss not knowing if this will be the only time you’ll be able to do it. The kiss slowly goes from soft and sweet to heated and needy. His arms around your waist he pulls you closer and you melt into him. You moan as you feel his hands slide down to cup your ass and his tongue finally gets a taste of you. Steve pulls back, allowing both of you some much needed air.

“Don’t stop Steve, please.” you say, desperate to feel him again.

“I won’t sweetheart.” He says as he begins to kiss you again. He moves from your mouth to your cheek and works his way down to your neck. You can already feel slick pooling between your legs and you want more.

“Steve, your room.” you say. He pulls you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. Your lips find his in an urgent kiss. He moves quickly from the shared kitchen through the hallway, kicking the door to his room open. Once inside he turns and pins you against the door rolling his hips into you. Another moan escapes you as you feel his hardened length against you. You place a hand on the door and push making Steve walk backwards. The back of his knees hit the edge of the bed. He sits on the edge of the bed and you move around to straddle him. You move your hands down to his shirt and take it off. You run your hands up his abs slowly feeling his body under your fingertips until you reach his chest. He brings his hands up to your shirt and removes it, groaning when he sees you don’t have a bra on. Steve swirls his tongue around your nipple before peppering kisses on your chest and giving the same attention to your other breast. You whimper at the feeling of his mouth on you and you can’t help but grind against him.

With your hands firm against his chest you push him back so that he’s laying down on the bed. You begin to slowly roll your hips against him, the sensation of him underneath you begins to push you towards the edge.

“Take what you need baby.” Steve says as he grips your hips and takes control over your movements. You let your head fall back as you whimper at the delicious friction. “That’s it, just like that.”

Steve groans as he feels the wet spot on his sweats get bigger, a mix of your slick and his precum.

“I’m c-close baby.” You say. Steve sits back up to capture your mouth in a filthy kiss.

You can feel yourself about to fall over the edge when F.R.I.D.A.Y. announces that Tony needs Steve. The sudden noise makes you jump but Steve has his arms around you to keep you in place.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. tell Tony I’m not available.” Steve says through gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry Captain but it’s an urgent matter, you are needed for a mission.” the A.I. announces.

“Fuck.” is all he says but doesn’t move, wanting to stay just where his is and hold you longer.

“It’s ok you have to go.” You tell him as you move off of his lap.

“I’m sorry sweetheart I really am.”

Steve moves to grab the shirt you took off and moves towards the door but doesn’t open. He runs his hand through his hair and over his face in frustration.

“Just go. Be safe ok.” your voice sounds so small.

“Yeah,” he takes a deep breath. “Can we talk when I get back?”

You manage to nod but you can’t make yourself look at him and then he’s gone.

“What the fuck just happened?” you mutter to yourself.

Ch. 8

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