#sargeant-barnes

[yourmidnightlover]

forever?

pairing: mob!bucky x reader

summary: after being forced into a marriage you didn’t want, you become very cautious of your new husband out of fear of what he’s capable of when one of his employees makes a move at a dinner meeting.

warnings: anxious reader, threat of domestic violence (reader is just worried abt it), groping, please let me know if i missed something or need to add anything!

a/n: reader is very timid in this. i know a lot of people like a reader who doesn’t take shit and stands up for herself, but i often find myself in situations where i just shut down and don’t know how to respond… so this is kinda inspired by that feeling

two months out of forever.

two months of what seemed like wedded bliss from the outside.

in reality, that “bliss” included sleeping in separate rooms, never even seeing each other unless necessary to make appearances for either of your parents. 

the ones who arranged for this to happen in the first place. 

you were just glad you were able to have your time for yourself. you thought you would use the time to continue writing for your book, but you’ve hit a serious case of writers block. so lovely. 

on the bright side, he wasn’t as controlling as your few friends had made it seem he would be. 

they had painted this picture of a monster in your head. a man who would loom over your presence during every waking second. a man who was controlling and wouldn’t let you have a personal life or secrets.

so far, he’s been the opposite. 

for some reason, that still leaves you unsteady. 

because they also painted him in a very violent, angry, red light. 

but maybe he had a mistress. if that were the case, he truly didn’t respect you or your family. it didn’t seem like bucky to do that, though. he wouldn’t ruin a business deal that benefitted him so much. 

the reason you married him was because your father’s finance business was going under, drowned in debts while the only options were to sell to the barnes’ or the rumlow’s. the barnes’ seemed the lesser of two evils.

the only way to smoothly transition your father’s business to be under the barnes’ control without raising any question of your father’s capability was to marry. if any questions were asked about why your father sold his company, the not so good side of the finance industry would trample after your entire family. the barnes’ would get a new company and their many clients, while your family wouldn’t become entirely blacklisted by the entire country, would be putting your family under the barnes’ protection, and there would be less questions asked as to why the company had been merged.

you had a few months of “leaking” images of you and bucky together into the tabloids to prepare the public for the news of such a big marriage. some were photos of you and bucky holding hands while walking. a couple of you at a restaurant smiling. a few staged kissing photos… those may or may not have been your favorite.

those times spent with him, in all honesty, weren’t bad at all. going for walks together at sunset, dinner dates, feeling his lips against yours…

you had gotten to know more about his childhood that the tabloids didn’t feel was important to cover. his favorite subject in school and how he actually lost his arm so many years ago. you learned each others’ fears and worries in life. your favorite thing to learn about him, however, was what he truly wanted in life. 

peace.

a couple weeks after the wedding, a few photos of the reception were once again “leaked” in order to sell the “too in love to wait” bit that everyone had started assuming upon seeing the first few photos of you and bucky together. 

but all of your history with him flew to the back of your mind as bucky knocked on your office door. 

“come in,” you replied hesitantly, not sure what he wanted from you for the first time since your wedding. he stepped through the threshold and stood at the doorframe. 

“there’s a work meeting tomorrow,” his hand remained on the doorknob, so stiff you’d think he might rip it off the precious white wood in seconds. “the men are meeting at the house. i wanted to let you know. the men in this business, they expect marriages to be of the… traditional values.”

you nodded with understanding, turning to face him with a forced grin. “so i should play the part of the doting housewife, huh?” no smile in return, so you bit back your humor in turn for matching his serious tone. “what food should i prepare, then? and uh, how many guests will we be expecting?”

“whatever’s easiest for you,” he shrugged lightly. “there will be 9 of us there.” with one final look in your direction, he left the office and didn’t return to say goodnight. 

-

the next morning you got to work setting the house up for the 6pm meeting your loving husband was hosting. 

you had decided to set up a buffet-style table outside of the main dining room where the meeting would take place. for the menu, you settled on simple grilled chicken with quite a few side options. roast potatoes, asparagus, sauteed carrots, green beans, and rolls. 

you were putting the rolls in the oven when bucky got home, seemingly entranced by the smell of all the food, heading straight to the kitchen.

“it smells amazing in here,” bucky called from the archway of the kitchen. you jumped slightly from the surprise, but swallowed down the shock and another weak smile. 

“thanks,” you nodded to the edge of the island where a large chalkboard sat, your handwriting neatly displayed on the board that listed all the food to be had. “the menu. i figured a variety would be nice, and who doesn’t like chicken, right?”

“vegetarians,” if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was telling a joke. but you knew better than that. “the men are coming in a little less than an hour. do you maybe want to change before they get here?”

you looked down at what you were wearing, a pair of blue jeans and a loose t-shirt clearly not worthy of someone who had married a barnes man. “right, of course. i’m sorry,” you finished setting the timer on the oven and ran upstairs to get yourself put together before bucky saw the tears trying to seep past your waterline. 

you settled on a black cocktail dress you had worn to one of your dad’s company events before the downfall… quickly swiping some makeup on to cover the exhaustion in your eyes and pulling your hair up to a more respectable updo rather than your typical messy bun. 

luckily you had become an expert at quickly getting ready from your time in university, as you were back in time to pull the rolls from the oven, but not before pulling on your apron. you’d be dammed if you got this stunning dress dirty right before this prestigious meeting. 

t-5 minutes before the meeting was supposed to begin and you could already hear lots of rustling from the formal dining room. you knocked on the closed doors before bucky opened the door for you. 

the men went silent as their gaze rested on you in the doorway. 

“the foods ready. buffet style?” your eyes didn’t leave bucky’s pretty blues, too scared to do anything wrong in front of his men. 

“that’s perfect, my love,” his hands gravitated to your waist before pulling your body taut against his, one hand moving a stray hair behind your ear before leaning in to whisper. “you look ravishing…”

as he pulled back, you were sure your blush was evident across your cheeks. you tried to hide it behind a smile, shrugging with a shy ‘thanks’ leaving your lips. 

“what do you say to my stunning wife, boys?” his hand squeezed your waist once more before turning to the other men, ‘thank you’s being echoed throughout the room as they stood and made their way to the kitchen to make their plates. 

in a matter of minutes, all the food was gone. you figured it was best they liked the food, even if you didn’t get to try any of it yourself like you had planned. 

you got started on cleaning everything up with earbuds in your ears, starting with the dishes already in the sink from when you were cooking. then, you were sure to place the dishes that the food was in inside the sink for you to clean before starting on wiping the counters, then sweeping, then mopping, and then back to the dishes. 

you didn’t realize that bucky had called for a break in the meeting, however. you were in for quite the rude awakening when you felt a pair of hands on your waist, but not the ones you were semi-familiar with. 

you turned around with a gasp, shock evident on your face as you tried to piece together whoever this man was. blond hair, blue eyes… definitely not steve though. you knew steve well and had seen him often. 

you pulled your earbuds from your ears in attempt to better understand what was going on. his hands were still gripping your sides, but you couldn’t necessarily escape his touch. you were backed against the sink. even if you could fight him, you’d likely lose to his strong grip. 

“is the meeting-is it over already?” your voice was so much more cowardly than you’d ever expected yourself to be. 

“no, no,” he shook his head. “just a little break, some of the guys were getting antsy.” you leaned back further, trying to create some semblance of space between you. “i figured i’d say a special thank you, on behalf of all of us guys in there.” he let one hand cup the side of your face and neck, his other hand trailing down from your waist, firmly grasping your ass with a sqeeze before you jumped at the invasion.

“i don’t-i’ve got it…”

“john,” he smiled grossly, as if he could convince you to go to bed with him.

“no need for a thanks,” you tried to remind him. “i did this for bucky. for my husband.” your eyebrows rose, trying to emphasize that his boss was also your husband. 

“i’m sure he won’t mind you getting a little bit of extra special attention, don’t you?”

then, a growling voice cut through the fear running through your veins. 

“i think he might mind.”

you turned to face bucky with wide eyes before facing john, wishing the tears welling in your eyes would just go away. 

his hands slowly retracted, stepping back with a chuckle.

“sorry, sir,” he smiled before turning to face your husband. “she was just telling me how she wanted some extra attention, weren’t you, toots?” he tilted his head expectantly.

your mouth opened, nothing leaving in spite of your brain screaming at you. what would bucky do? would he take his side? would he believe you? would he hurt you? 

you’ve embarrassed him now… humiliated him in his own home. surely he’ll take action against you for this. 

your mind replayed stories your old friends had told you about him. how he would lash out at men that betrayed him. how he never took shit from anyone who showed him any disrespect. how he was the kind of man to shoot first and ask quesitons later.

and now, in a way, you’ve both betrayed and disrespected him. or at least, that’s what he’ll think. 

you didn’t even realize tears were flowing down your face until your sobs were interrupted. 

“enough!” you finally looked at bucky before his eyes softened for a second before walking closer to you. “go to the room.” he ordered sternly. 

“but the dish-”

“i’ll take care of it,” he interrupted gravely, “go. to. the. room.” 

“yes, sir,” you nodded and swiftly left the room entirely, collapsing against the door once you had shut it, sobs wracking your body. you held your knees against your chest before trying to regulate your breathing.

he won’t hurt you.

he has to protect his image.

you’ve embarrassed him.

you’re his wife.

you’re his business deal.

you’ve humiliated him.

he’ll hurt you.

you didn’t know how long it had been since the incident. 

your sobs had subsided. you had, at some point, moved to your bed. you were still rocking your body back and forth, trying to self sooth. 

and then there was a knock at the door. 

your body instinctively jumped at the sudden noise, although it wasn’t harsh in any manner, at least not one that you were expecting. 

he twisted the knob, slowly opening the door with slow movements. 

“i-i’m so sorry,” you began apologizing as soon as he stepped through the threshold into your room. “i swear-i swear i didn’t tell him that. i didn’t even realize he was there, i promise. i wouldn’t lie to you. i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry. please believe me.” your body was still rocking and you didn’t even notice he was as close to you as he was until you saw his hand moving by your head.

automatically, you assumed the absolute worst, your head ducking into your body like a fucking turtle, the meekest squeal leaving your lips mixed with a sob. your arms went over your head protectively, as if a bomb were about to go off.

“sweetheart,” his voice sounded so broken, so torn, so unexpectedly soft. 

you finally looked at him for the first time since he came in your room. his flesh hand was holding his metal one as if it were something that could kill. in ways, it was. 

“you-there’s no need to…” after looking at him for a second longer, you noticed that his eyes had tears that almost mirrored your own. “i would never, ever lay a hand on you. i’m so sorry for scaring you. i can’t…” he sighed. “i can’t believe i made you believe i’d ever hurt you.”

“i’m sorry,” you pleaded with him once again. 

“you have nothing to apologize for,” he hesitated to reach for your hands before settling on simply grabbing a spare pillow. “i came up here to apologize. for my tone earlier… i know john. he never knows his boundaries. i should’ve… you never should’ve been put in that situation. that’s my fault. that’s on me. and i will spend the rest of forever to make it up to you.” 

“you don’t have to-”

“no, my love,” he shook his head. “can i-can i hold your hands? please?” you, without hesitation, grabbed his hands yourself. “i need to make it up to you. you’re mine. you’re my wife. it’s my job to protect you, to keep you safe. and to have someone ruin that? to touch what’s mine in my own home? i’m so sorry.” he brought your hands to his lips, pressing at least ten kisses to each hand. he was so gentle and careful it was a good thing you knew better than to think it actually meant anything.

you were surprised, to say the least, at how tender he was being with you. 

how could you have ever thought he would hurt you? that he would raise his hand and swing? that he would cause you harm? he was here declaring that he would make up this incident for the rest of eternity when it wasn’t even his doing… 

“will you stay with me tonight?” his eyes lit up at the request.

“are you sure you want that?” he became a touch more reserved. “i don’t know if it’s a good idea since you were worried i would…” his voice trailed off.

“i’m sure,” you nodded before scooting over in the bed. 

sure, your marriage was arranged and didn’t stem from true love. you may not have talked outside of when absolutely necessary. you might have even been terrified of him at one point. 

but now, the thought of forever with bucky barnes didn’t seem half bad. 

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[rory-cakes]

Bucky fic idea

Reader is a child of Apollo and did some quest that granted them a wish and they chose to save people for eternity.

the rule was, as long as they were a doctor or nurse, they would stay young and continue to heal people

however if they wanted to finally rest, they could retire and finally pass

anyway, it’s wwii and Bucky gets rescued by Steve and he was in the hospital to recover

enter reader

bucky is entranced

they get to talking all the time

even after he’s cleared to leave he comes a visits reader

bucky falls in love with reader

hard

reader falls too but knows their mission so they don’t do anything

but it hurts

and because Bucky can tell readers not ready for a relationship he doesn’t ask them out

he still flirts heavily though

then Bucky “dies” on the missions

steve brings reader a letter Bucky left for them just in case

confessing his love and all he wished to do with them

reader almost retired

almost left to join him

but she also knew he would want her to live

time skip to after capcicle defrosted

he’s in the hospital recovering and lo and behold the doctor who works with shield looks exactly like and old friend

he comes to find out that their a “decent” of that friend

and they become fast friends

however steve gets in his little trouble thing with the winter soldier aka Bucky

some how reader gets roped into everything because of injuries and plot

bucky sees them and starts to get flashbacks a shit

hes in love

reader is traumatized

steve go nope

not the same person

Bucky sad

fight seen

reader kicks ass

reveals their true identity

they go to Wakanda together bcs reader is a good doctor and helps with his recovery

reader also helps people of wakanda

so still technically working and living

bucky and reader get together but not in like a regular dating way

they essentially live like a married couple

and I could keep go but I’m gonna stop for now

if you write something, tag me so I can read it!!!

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[buckymcbuckbarnes]

I feel like Bucky would both love and hate Minecraft, like he gets full control over his worlds and gets to build things for the sake of building them, then gets attached to the animals he tames.

Peter would be the one to get him to play too tbh, I just think it'd be sweet, Bucky just playing Minecraft until the late/early hours of the morning.

#james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #bucky barnes headcanon #Minecraft #MCU #James Buchanan Barnes #James Buchanan Bucky Barnes #Sargeant James Barnes #Captain America #Steve Rogers #Peter Parker #Spider man #Avengers

[mcbiteypantspresents]

Forever funny 😄🤣😂

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #blorbo from my shows #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #sargeant barnes #the winter soldier #catws #ca:tws #who the hell is bucky

[dazzlingkm]

1940's Bucky Barnes is so fucking soft.

#bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #sargeant barnes #sebastian stan #captain america: the first avenger #my soft cinnamon roll🖤✨

[graendoll]

Happy Birthday to my favorite cyborg. 🎂

#bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #sargeant barnes #winter soldier #my favorite cyborg #happy birthday old man

[leclerc-s]

paint the town red - part nine

CRY MORE RED BULL

series masterlist

AUSTRIA 2024

isaiah atkins where the fuck is that little spider-shit?

harley keener currently? he's on the roof of mercedes hospitality tormenting toto.

isaiah atkins how the fuck has that kid lived as long as he has?

peter parker caffeine and spite

sebastian vettel what's this about peter telling red bull to 'cry more'

bianca stark-potts that's iconic. isaiah atkins no! it's not!

peter parker it's okay, we'll just shove lestappen down their throats this weekend and they'll forget all about it.

charles leclerc what the hell is a lestappen? peter parker it's you and max! charles leclerc what the fuck??

carlos sainz it's like how lando and i are carlando!

harley keener and how tony and steve are stony

tony stark what the actual fuck keener?

sebastian vettel or how nico and lewis are referred to as brocedes, right?

arthur leclerc see charles, even seb understands what we're talking about and he's older than you.

peter parker do you guys think i'll be able to meet nico rosberg and ask him about brocedes?

ollie bearman oh god, he's a menace. harley keener back home they call him spider-menace ollie bearman you know, that suits him.

isaiah atkins right, so apparently my job also requires me to babysit peter

bianca stark-potts isaiah, buddy, i hate to break it to you, but that's the main reason you were hired.

tony stark NO HE WASN'T! it was so that he could babysit all of you, except seb.

tony stark although, i'm not quite convinced that man isn't a menace still.

sebastian vettel i am an angel stark! tony stark jury's still out

bianca stark-potts posted new stories

local menace is pouting after isaiah scolded him

the best boy

so where we gonna go?

sam wilson i bet tony is watching bianca like a hawk.

tony stark WELL WHO THE FUCK IS HE??

tony stark my gut is telling me it's like verstappen or something.

tony stark i just know it has to be someone from a different team

queen shuri for a man who claims he's such a genius, you sure are stupid

bianca stark-potts SHURI SHUT UP!

natasha romanoff i know who it is

tony stark WHAT? HOW?

bianca stark-potts THAT'S NOT FAIR, YOU SENT YELENA TO SPY ON ME? THAT'S SUCH BULLSHIT NAT!

natasha romanoff HOW DID YOU KNOW? bianca stark-potts for a former black widow, she's not very good at disguises. her black wig is horrendous.

joaquin torres i think it's charles. nothing can change my mind.

sam wilson it has to be like norris or sargeant.

bucky barnes clint managed to convince me, it has to be an older driver. i vote jenson button.

kate bishop well we know it's not yuki because who ever he is, he's taller than bianca.

tony stark nat, i'll pay you to tell me who it is.

natasha romanoff i only did it to know if her was good enough for her, i think he is.

natasha romanoff added one person

yelena belova ah kate bishop is here!

kate bishop oh no.

tony stark yelena, pleasure, who is my daughter seeing?

yelena belova natasha? natasha romanoff no, you can't tell him. it'll be much funnier when bianca tells him. yelena belova understood. sorry stark, i cannot say anything tony stark OH COME ON!

harley keener added one person

isaiah atkins do i want to know why? or what this is?

carlos sainz bianca and charles have something to tell you!

isaiah atkins is it that they're dating?

charles leclerc how the hell? bianca stark-potts how the fuck?

isaiah atkins oh don't worry, it's not anything you two did. you're doing great at keep it a secret.

isaiah atkins harley and carlos on the other hand. they suck at keeping a secret. it's not like they're trying. they tease you two at every opportunity they get. seb's figured it out too.

charles leclerc how long do think it'll take tony or peter to figure it out?

bianca stark-potts i love my dad but he can't ever see what's in front of him. it took him months to figure out nat was a widow

harley keener as for peter, that kid couldn't figure that his girlfriend, mj, was flirting with him before they started dating.

isaiah atkins i hope you two know the paperwork for this is insane

charles leclerc well, we're not officially dating. bianca stark-potts so no paperwork yet.

isaiah atkins you're both idiots

isaiah atkins i hope you know that

bianca stark-potts WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

SILVERSTONE 2024

scuderiaferrari, harleykeener, and biancastark_potts have posted new stories

silverstone isn't ready for track terror leclerc and chili sainz.

i leave my phone with these nerds for two fucking minutes

natasha come pick up your fucking sister

bianca stark-potts nat, ask your guard dog to back off.

yelena belova bianca, you are not very nice.

yelena belova everyone says you are a nice person. i think they are liars.

bianca stark-potts YOU CRASHED MY DATE!

yelena belova natasha said i had to make sure he could handle them. i am pleased to announce he is.

yelena belova he is very nice. offered to pay for my meal if i stayed, i did.

joaquin torres love that for you. i would've crashed her date too bianca stark-potts JOAQUIN? I TRUSTED YOU? joaquin torres I WANT TO KNOW WHO HE IS!

sam wilson if we kick tony out will yelena tell us who he is?

yelena belova no, but i would like to inform everyone that sebastian vettel and carlos sainz also know who he is. charles is a little lost on who it is. he thinks it's isaiah like peter.

peter parker IT HAS TO BE HIM. BIANCA WOULD STAB ME IN THE BACK LIKE THAT.

bianca stark-potts I'M SORRY? WHO WAS THE ONE WHO TOLD NICK ABOUT BECK YOU SPIDER-FUCK

maria hill you people have problems. please stop texting each other.

bucky barnes no thanks maria. you can leave.

maria hill has left the chat

peter parker has added maria hill

peter parker NO ONE IS LEAVING! maria hill leave me alone! peter parker NO!

tony stark YELENA I WILL PAY YOU 500 THOUSAND TO TELL ME WHO HE IS!

yelena belova i find it more satisfying to see you lose your mind over this than money. money, which i could easily steal from you

bianca stark-potts i told you, i'll tell you when I WANT TO.

bianca stark-potts keep this up and i'll let you find out from an instagram post.

yelena belova it's not isaiah. i can tell you all that.

tony stark i will drop this, but only because i know bianca is capable of doing that.

bianca stark-potts thanks dad.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! i’m in mourning. no one talk to me. in a perfect world charlos are teammates until at least 2025 when audi comes into play. ALL MEN DO IS LIE! WHAT HAPPENED TO “TOGETHER OR NOTHING?”

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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[httpwintersoldier]

『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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the sargeant's tattoos | b.b.

SUMMARY: It's a lazy morning in bed, and your boyfriend has new tattoos, which means inspection. Bucky lets you do your thing, as always.

🏷️ Established relationship, fluff, body worship. WC: [2.2k].| 📑 This work is part of a series called Coming In Hot, but it can be read as a stand alone. This is specially for the nonnie that missed it. Mwah.

"Can you get back up here?" You giggle. "I wanna see the new one. You said it's healed. Lemme see, Sargeant."

Bucky's got a thing for your legs, he tells you all the time, but the amount of time he's willing to spend sometimes kneeling on the floor just because your bed is basically on the floor is ridiculous sometimes.

He looks up at you, rubbing his scruff on your calf and smiling with the same indecency in his eyes he had when he first walked in and saw you sprawling across the bed with a book in your hands and only your newest sundress—pure want, mixed with devious thoughts and even more devilish intent.

"I like it down here," Bucky answers. He puts on a cute pout, and you grab him by his hair. The soft and now longer strands are perfect for pulling, and you smile with your jaw hanging open at the fact that this bastard hisses with a smile on his face at the strength you use. "Ow. So you get to trace my tattoos for as long as you'd like—ow, woman, god, you're hot when you're needy little this," Bucky's laughter tastes somehow even better when he presses it against your mouth. "But. If I spend half an hour sucking bruises on your legs, I can't? I don't like that. Doesn't sound that fair to me."

You're successful in pulling him back in bed with you.

"I just miss you," you whine. You kiss him back when Bucky dives for several small pecks, holding his head there, as close to you as possible. "And your tattoos are up there with my favorite art pieces. You know that. You also gave me full permission to ogle them for as much as you want, so..." you shrug your shoulders.

Bucky scrunches his nose, then lets all of his weight drop on you.

Your body lets out an 'oof' sound when he does that, but you wrap your legs around his waist even though you can barely breathe.

In a mocking tone of military order, Bucky says. "Tell me I can go back to my duty of honor after you're done with your starin'."

"No!" Bucky's heavy, and if he makes you laugh this is over before it starts. "You said we're gonna go watch a movie, Buck."

"Don't whine at me, darlin'. Tell me I can do it or else I'll just crush you to death," he insists, wiggling his body for good measure.

Muscle.

Your boyfriend left the military many years ago — thank everything that's real — and his only exercises involve a lot more aerobics than you'd like to think of at any given time, but he's also a mechanic.

One who loves what he does, who's always doing the most himself. You've seen him lift things in that car shop you were sure were a part of the decor, and it shows.

"If you stay on top of me like that for one more minute I'm gonna lick your face, Barnes."

The threat almost sounds real, but Bucky knows how to recognize weakness in your voice when he hears it better than anyone.

He leans closer to your face. "Tell me," he whispers, inches away from your lips.

"Fine. You can go back to whatever you want between my legs," you exhale heavily. Oh, what a cruel hand you'd been dealt with. "Now off. On the bed, face down." You wiggle your eyebrows.

A deal's a deal, so Bucky gets off.

Smiling because he's won what he wants, too, but all that matters right now is finally getting the time to look.

When he arrived earlier at your place, you'd been so lost in the ocean of sadness, longing, and desperate need to see him, be near him, kiss him, taste him feel him rub on him gasp his name have him writhing and begging for you, begging for him right back, Bucky BuckyBucky—there was time for nothing else.

Barely a hello.

His working clothes were still somewhere close to your front door, with grease on them and a button missing, most likely.

You hated residency.

Hated being away from him, the boys — your boys — and hated even more that the limited time you had was often wasted doing stupid, grown-up shit.

You missed and loved Bucky Barnes each more every day, ever since the day he welcomed you into his shop and fixed your Baby, and being away from him felt like torture at times.

Specially when he got a new tattoo.

Bucky laid with his stomach on the mattress, wiggled his hips a few times to get comfortable, and placed a pillow under his head.

"Go ahead," he muttered, resting his cheek on your silk pillowcase and casting his blue eyes on you.

You climbed on top of him this time, sitting on his ass.

"Pain level?" You ask.

The first of many questions, as he well knows.

"Mmm. A solid five. The parts closest to the ribs were the worst," he answers.

Your fingertips start tracing the lines of the tattoo that so far you had only seen through pictures.

There was not an ounce of a lie in your previous statements to Bucky:

All his tattoos were art.

This new one was no exception.

"Time?" You ask.

"Seven hours with a few breaks here and there," Bucky answers.

You whistle. "That's impressive, Sargeant."

He chuckles. "It's not that painful," he states.

"So you say," you tease him.

Bucky's still daydreaming about the day you'll allow him to pay for a tattoo on you, and the day is yet to arrive.

The art he puts on him makes him look like art as well.

It was the first thing you said back when at the beginning of the relationship you had a chance to truly look at his tattoos. To lay on his chest and analyze them from up-close without feeling like you were invading the privacy of what they meant.

Each tattoo Bucky had held personal meaning to him — unlike his best friend, Steve, who had a bunch of random (and beautiful) shit permanently drawn on many parts of his body — and it took no genius to figure out Bucky would rather chomp his own feet off than talk about it with anyone.

You knew from stories of the boys that Bucky had the habit of giving people the bluntest answers he'd given on the times they all traveled to the beach and the rare occasions when someone saw him shirtless and asked about his very sick tattoos.

How could you blame those people?

On his right side, drawn across his ribs, there was a raven taking flight. A very realistic one about the size of an adult man's hands spread wide open.

"That's my dad's favorite bird. He liked the poem by Poe—very on the nose, I know. But I like it, too. It's funny this is the first one you ask about 'cause... this was the first one I got."

Unlike with others, Bucky had no problem talking to you.

He told you about the raven, about Saturn on his chest, and the story his mother told him when he was a kid about how she had a guardian angel who picked up rocks and asteroids straight from the planet of Saturn only on the special occasion of her birthday, and how his mother started to give him her special "Saturn stone" to him whenever he felt anxious.

"She said it wouldn't give me superpowers, but that it had superpowers and I had to trust it would just be whatever I need to face off the challenge I was anxious about, and... it worked." That explanation had been so beautiful you told him it made you want to get Saturn's rings tattooed on you, and that had made Bucky laugh. "It's a nice magic thing to believe in. You know... back in the desert, sometimes... I would just pick up any stone, close my eyes, and pretend it was a Saturn ring. Carry it around in my pocket like a lucky charm."

Before the newest addition, Saturn had been your favorite of all his pieces.

Bucky also had tattooed on his left chest a hyper-real android thing that made it look like he was part robot on the inside.

"This one was just after I learned how to accept this," he'd told you, wiggling his prosthetic arm. "Learning how to feel okay with the new me and all that yadda."

Then, there was the constellation.

Wrapping around the left-wing on the back of his left shoulder there was the constellation of Cassiopeia.

"It was... this was Kim's favorite." The sound of Bucky's lost battalion member might be closed, but the scar of losing a loved one was forever. "Stars and stuff like that was the first thing that got him talking back then. You know how he was intimidated by Stevie and I..." You recalled seeing the fondness and the obvious infatuation still visible in Bucky's eyes when talking about Kim, and all it made was bring you this wave of sadness of knowing you'd never be able to meet someone who made Bucky feel so happy. "It was the first thing we really talked about. And we could talk about it for hours."

After you two started dating, Bucky got a new one a few months after on the back of his right shoulder in the same conceptual style as this newest piece.

It was a quote from Wuthering Heights.

Be with me always. Take any form—Drive me mad!

The quote stood between an anatomically correct heart and a book.

Seconds before showing you, Bucky had stood on your bedroom door playing with his fingers and hair, trying to figure out what to say. Then, he had just closed his mouth, took off his shirt and come to sit next to you in bed in complete silence.

When you read the quote, all you could see was your Instagram post.

He had sat and waited for you to find your own words, and it took you a while.

"It's gorgeous."

Bucky had looked at you, smiling so softly it hurt. "An ode to love."

"Is it?"

"It is. It turns out... that there is such thing as a love you'd want forever."

That day was one of your favorites. Ever.

Today, though, you stand there sitting on your favorite seat with your fingers tracing the new conceptual art on his back.

There were a lot of things, but the main connection was time, and in the other lines, you recognized little things that each traced back to one of the boys from his group. To Steve, Sam, Peter, Gabe, Morita—even Kim was there if you paid close attention to details.

It was gorgeous.

Then, you noticed that the dismantled machine on one of the edges of the tattoo was a 1959 Cadillac.

Your Cadillac.

"Bucky..."

"Ah. She found it," he says with a laugh, talking to himself. With a look up, you see Bucky twisting his neck a little just to look at you. "You like it?"

Like it?

To be included in his vision of... what? Family? Love? All the things that time brought to him and mattered?

Your answer is to close the distance between your bodies and press your lips on his. Bucky sighs softly, kissing you back and trying to hold onto his smile.

"I love you so much," you whisper to him. I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna cry. To fulfill that, you focus on kissing him some more. "I love how the art on you makes you even sexier. It should be fucking illegal, to be honest, but it's the best eye candy ever so I do not care."

"I'm eye candy?" Bucky asks, laughing again.

You nod. "You know you are." And... there it is. The blush on his cheeks as he shakes his head, trying to play coy or argue with you when he knows it's useless. Caressing his face, you sing the praises your lips are used to. "Beautiful, pretty, gorgeous Sargeant," they're as familiar as the taste of his mouth by now, and how much he seems to drink them in is all that you ever want to see at the end of the day.

Bucky blinks heavily, smiling so hard his cheeks must be hurting.

Then, he opens those hypnotizing blue orbs and leans in to sensually touch his lips on yours.

"And she wonders why I love to spend time between these legs," he hums in feign disapproval.

There's a sharp slap on the side of your thigh, and you yelp.

Bucky's smile turns devious.

"You've done your ogling. Time to stick to your word, darlin'."

He's right.

This time, it's you who sighs before lying down. "Yes, Sarge."

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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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[yourmidnightlover]

just thinking about bucky and you leaving a mission together on one of the jets.

it was a grueling mission, nearly losing a dozen civilians and even bucky himself because you simply weren't fast enough.

so, you needed to feel closer to him. you needed to feel him... all over.

"jamie?" you whispered softly as he steered the jet home.

"yes, doll?" he tilted his head back a little, signaling for you to come closer to him.

you didn't reply, you merely stepped closer before throwing one leg over his lap and sitting in it, straddling his meaty thighs. meeting no resistance, you threw your arms around his neck, burrowing your nose in the crevice between his jaw.

"i'm here," he sighed, his flesh hand beginning to rub along your back. "we're okay."

"need you," you ground down against his pelvis, feeling his dick twitch in his pants, growing harder by the second. "please? wanna be close."

"fuck, baby," his hips thrust up to meet your eagerness. "wanna be closer than this?" you nodded eagerly. "you're gonna have to be a big girl... do it yourself until i can set autopilot."

you whined in his ear, gently biting his earlobe, "but i-"

"no 'but's," he sharply interrupted. "there's too much chatter and traffic up here right now. if you can do it yourself right now, i'll make it up to you once it's clear. that's a promise."

it was your turn to sigh before you began to grind against him even harder, seemingly having made up your mind.

your breathing grew heavier in his ear once he was fully hard, providing much better stimulation for your throbbing clit. you reached between your two heaving bodies, unbuckling and unzipping his pants before simply grinding against his hard cock with no barriers between you.

you were so wet, he nearly slipped inside accidentally. his head would catch perfectly on your clit, eliciting the prettiest squeals from your mouth.

"that's it, my pretty girl," his hand that was once rubbing your back went between you to rub your clit. "let me hear how good you feel. i can already hear how wet you are. do you like getting off on my dick like this? rubbing against me like a pretty little slut? my pretty little slut, huh?"

"your pretty little slut, yes," you nodded against his chest before you rose to your knees, this time lining his cock against your entrance before slowly lowering yourself on him. "yours, all yours."

"atta girl," he chuckled with a growl, his dick twitching inside you once you were lowered all the way. "so wet for me, my perfect girl."

you began to ride him leisurely, enjoying how close you felt to him. you were able to feel his pulse in his cock, radiating from your core to your heart. part of you swears your heart was matching his quick pace.

"just like that," he threw his head back momentarily before quickly remembering why he wasn't properly fucking your brains out and went back to focusing on the task in front of him. "such a good slut for me," he felt you clenching around him before your rhythm faltered. "are you close? i want you to cum when i tell you to," he felt you nodding against his shoulder as his pace barely sped up on your clit. "love feelin' you squeeze me like this baby. love when you listen to me so well. such a good girl for me," you were getting closer.

"please? so close," your breath hitching wasn't the only sign you had, your pussy was gripping him like a vice.

"i know, baby," he chuckled. "i feel it. wanna cum with you. just a little longer," he began thrusting up to meet your hips. a few more perfectly timed bounces and he was ordering you, "cum for me. i want you to cum all over my fucking cock."

with a scream, your entire body was slumped against his, going slack from how powerful your orgasm was.

"oh my-fuck! keep going! keep going!" you begged him as he continued to fuck up into you as he came, his cum painting your walls.

"so fucking good, 's so fucking good," bucky kept muttering, talking you through your high.

he stayed inside of you as the two of you caught your breath. after 10 minutes, the traffic must've cooled down because he kept your legs wrapped around him as he stood, walking you over to one of the cots they had set up in the jet.

you were so exhausted, all you remember is him cleaning up the mess between your thighs, him whispering how strong and wonderful you are. him whispering how much he loved you, and that was all you needed to fall into a peaceful rest.

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[valiantphantomangel]

The best Christmas ever.

"Reindeer Games!! the lights have to be at least six inches away from each other!" Tony shrieked as he nearly ran into Steve who was carrying in another christmas tree with Bucky.

The sixth christmas tree in the freaking living room!

"Calm down man of iron" Loki grumbled as he pulled the lights further apart with the help of Natasha.

"Do you not know how to hang ornaments"?! Iron man freaked as he turned the small ball a few degrees the other way "go you disgust me"! He yelled at Sam before chasing after him with his small note book.

"Yep he's definitely gone insane" Natasha said with a nod as she and Loki climbed down from the ceiling where the lights hang.

"I have to agree with Lady Natasha" Thor mused while he made sure the lights were secured tightly.

"Who even put him in charge?" Rogers asked as he pushed the christmas tree upright.

"you did Cap" Clint said with a laugh from the vents where he was keeping watch so you wouldn't walk in on them decorating yet.

"...Right"

just then Peter literally fell from the ceiling with a shriek leaving Loki to catch him and put him back on his feet "Y/N is in the elevator to this floor"!!

Since it was a surprise that they were decorating the tower to give you the best Christmas ever, Loki quickly cast a spell to make all the decorations go invisible and they all dived into a hiding spot.

Somehow Sam managed to dive almost on top of Bucky who let out a groan and shoved him off "Damm it Samuel"!

Everyone shushed him and stayed hidden just as the elevator doors opened, you walked out with your headphones on listening to music and walked into the kitchen to grab some left over pizza.

"we need to distract her until we are done" Nat whispered to Loki as they sat crouched behind a couch.

"I'll distract her, you guys finish decorating" He whispered back with a grin, being the God of mischief and lies gave him quite the advantage on knowing your ticklish little secret and he was more then happy to finally use it.

Loki stood up and walked up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder and successfully making you jump in fright.

"Jesus Christ Loki! You scared the living daylights out of me" You said with a hand on your heart as you took off your headphones.

"My apologies, i simply wanted to ask if I could retrieve my book from your room?" He said hiding his grin.

"Yeah of course, I'll show you where it is" you said with a nod and walked off with your plate of pizza after kicking the fridge door shut.

Loki trailed behind you as you both stepped into your room, but before you could utter 'abracadabra' he tackled into your bed and pinned you underneath him.

"Loki what the hell" you said confused which quickly turned into a surprised giggle when he traced your ribs.

"Sorry for the scare darling, it's just that I heard some interesting information about you" He said with a mischief smirk as he continued to trace your ribs and tummy.

"And what would that behihihi?" you giggle nervously.

"Sargeant Barnes told me about your little ticklish secret" Loki mused as he ghost tickled your tummy which sent chills all over since you were incredibly sensitive.

Your eyes widen before bursting out in giggles as you trashed around, he dug into your ribs and softly traced your tummy at the same time, driving you into madness.

"NOT THEREHIHIHIHIHI" you screamed in laughter as you arched your back to escape him which only gave him more access to your sides.

"Then I'll just switch places love" Loki grinned as he scratched lightly over your neck before suddenly blowing a raspberry on your tummy.

"GHAHHAHAHHAHA" you laughed loudly until your laugh turned silent and he let up, pulling you up to lay your head on his chest.

"Shall we watch some movies for the rest of the afternoon love?" He asked as he played with your hair.

You hummed in agreement as you settled against him, curling up content.

And that's how the afternoon went, every time you tried to get up to grab something from the kitchen Loki latched onto your sides and reduced you into a giggly mess to keep you in your room.

When it got dark Steve and Tony walked in, smiling when they saw you two.

"Come on kid, we have a surprise" Tony said as he pulled you to your feet and guided you out of the room with his hands over your eyes, the other two quickly following to make sure you didn't fall.

After an interesting walk downstairs (Tony almost walked you straight into a wall and got his head smacked for it) you arrived in what you believed was the living room.

Tony took his hands from your eyes and you gasped.

The entire room was full with lights of all colours and in every corner stood a christmas tree, which was decorated to perfection with presents underneath it, you looked up and saw even more fairy lights around the ceiling. It was absolutely stunning.

A smile made its way to your lips as happy tears gathered in your eyes, you felt a pair of arms around you and soon you were engulfed by the team.

"You guys did all this?" You asked as you wiped your tears away.

"Of course we did, we wanted to make this your best ever christmas" Nat smiled as she threw her arm around your shoulders.

"Why?"

"Because we wanted to make you feel at home, loved and happy, we knew how much christmas means to you" Clint said as he appeared next to you.

"Well you guys certainly made that happen" you chuckle as you still looked around in wonder.

"Merry Christmas Y/N" Bucky said with a soft smile.

"Merry Christmas, you guys are the best family I could've asked for" You smiled brightly and you were once again engulfed by the team.

It was safe to say that this was the BEST christmas ever!!

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[buckymcbuckbarnes]

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

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[traveler-at-heart]

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.

#Natasha Romanoff x Reader #Natasha Romanoff x You #Natasha Romanoff x Y/N #Natasha Romanoff Imagine

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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.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x f!reader #winter soldier #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x you #mcu #the winter solider #fanfic #fanfiction #winter solider x reader

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Masterlist

A/n: stories that I’ll write in the future will be added on here

Elijah Hewson

End game

I wanna be yours (p1)

R U Mine (p2) (coming soon)

Enchanted

Million Dollar Man

Robert Keating

It’s not living, if it’s not with you

Alex Turner

Baby I’m yours

Carlos Sainz Jr

Red (Taylor’s version) (serie)

• I knew you were trouble (part 1)

•The moment I knew (part 2)

• Red (part 3)

• The last time (part 4)

• Begin again (part 5)

Bradley Will Simpson

Risk it all

Sebastian Stan

Think I need someone older

My love mine all mine

Who I write for:

F1:

Charles Leclerc

Carlos Sainz Jr

Lando Norris

Lewis Hamilton

Daniel Ricciardo

Logan Sargeant

…

Musician’s

Elijah Hewson

Alex Turner

Harry Styles

Josh Jenkinson

Robert Keating

Ryan Mcmahon

Bradley Will Simpson

…

Actors:

Sebastian Stan

Chris Evans

Timotheé Chalamet

Charlie Gillespie

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Fictional characters:

Aaron Hotchner

Bucky Barnes

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Dallas Winston

Victor Tan

…

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