#sergeant bxrnes

[sargeant-bxrnes]

all yours, always was. [austin!elvis x reader.]

summary: where you and elvis are past the friendship point by plenty of nights together and kisses shared, but not quite in the lovers stage yet. one day, you decide to push too far, and elvis snaps. turns out, that’s was what you wanted all along.

warnings: friends with benefits, possessiveness, jealousy, elvis being a condescending jerk, tbh. | SMUT: dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, unprotected & semi-rough sex. [this is nasty, and i’m not even sorry]

word count: 4.9K [went overboard w this, oops.]

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What began as nothing but a one-night stand after a successful concert, turned into a friend with benefits situation over a few months.

Elvis couldn’t get enough of you, and he’d turned you into quite the insatiable little thing since the first time he had you.

It was all secret, though. To the public and his fans, Elvis was single and ready to give an opportunity to a lucky fan.

Safe to say, (because it always happens in situations like this one)… over time, things between Elvis and you had started to get messier and much more difficult to handle.

You had started to look away whenever Elvis got closer to the crowd to flirt with random fans, not enjoying the sight — and Elvis had begun to notice the way his fist tightened unconsciously whenever any man dared to approach you, even when he was around.

That’s when it all clicked, fans expected flattery and men flirted with you because of a simple reason… you two were a secret. No one had a clue of what happened behind closed doors.

And the worst part? Elvis and you were just friends, right? So why get mad whenever someone else attempted to make an advance? Didn’t make an ounce of sense, and you both knew it.

Elvis had been getting ready for that day’s concert when he saw you, he’d been humming a tune but immediately stopped when his eyes landed on you and the summer dress you wore, the material fitting your body in all the right places, making you look truly dashing, just as he imagined you’d look when he bought the dress for you. You were breathtaking.

On the other hand, you were distracted looking around the stage, the place was huge and you couldn’t help but feel proud of Elvis, the place had sold out entirely, not a single seat had been left available. People truly loved him and his crazy ass dance moves.

Feeling eyes on you, you turned around. It took you a couple of seconds to find him, but eventually you spotted Elvis’ face peaking next to the curtain, not wanting to be seen by anyone else but you, even if the fans weren’t there yet, he wanted to be discreet.

He smirked at you, his eyes shamelessly trailing over your body before returning his gaze to meet yours, his intentions clear behind those beautiful blue eyes of his as he bit his lip.

He liked the dress. He really liked it. But not as much as he liked the woman wearing it.

You licked your lips and sighed, he made a come hither motion with his fingers, and now that the intention had been set, you perceived the lust lacing his smile.

With half your mind on it, you began walking amongst the growing crowd towards the backstage door, his guards recognized you by now.

You only took a couple of steps before you felt someone touching your arm softly, to get your attention, though.

Turning around, you met a soft-looking man, warm brown eyes, curly hair, boyish smile. You didn’t know him, but something about his presence made you feel at ease, he seemed sweet.

“Sorry if I scared you,” he apologized, a nervous sigh escaping his lips. “I just saw that dress and… god, you’re really pretty, I had to talk to you.”

“Aw, thank you!” you said with a genuine smile, your hand falling to his arm. “It’s nice, isn’t it?”

You knew what you were doing, of course you did. But it was time to test the waters, to see how far and deep you could go before Elvis snapped and either dragged you back to shore, or let you drown in your stupid actions.

Truth is, you were done with being his fuck-buddy, you wanted so much more, and if he wasn’t willing to bring the matter up by himself, you’d give him a little push, then.

Knowing that you were within his range of view, you kept the conversation and managed to give it a flirty twist, knowing fully well that Elvis was watching closely, and oh, he was hating every single second of it.

Elvis felt a warm, burning feeling invading his insides, it began in his stomach and spread all over his chest, leaving an uncomfortable feeling, making him dig his fingernails into his palm and his jaw tick.

He didn’t like what he was seeing. He wasn’t happy with the way you were smiling up at the man, or how he was looking at you, and God, he hated to see your hand on the man’s arm, fingers slightly squeezing his bicep.

It was too much to take, so before doing something stupid that could ruin his career and push you away, Elvis walked away from where he was standing.

“Gotta get back before my sister realizes I sneaked in without her,” the man, whose name was Alex, chuckled. “I’ll call you later, though.”

“Sure!” you said with an amused smile, although you weren’t sure what amused you more, his timid attitude or the fact that you probably wouldn’t be available later. “See ya, Alex.”

The man walked away, looking back at you at least twice before he made it to the exit and back to the hundreds of fans lining up to enter the arena.

With a satisfied smile in your lips, you turned around and made your way to were Elvis had been standing, he wasn’t there anymore, though.

You had no issues making it to the backstage area, and soon enough, you found yourself in front of his dressing room door.

“Come in,” Elvis’ deep voice welcomed you as soon as you knocked the door three times, letting him know it was you.

When you walked in, you were greeted by the glorious sight of him wearing his full concert attire, his hair styled as always, some strands falling to his forehead as the sides remained slicked back.

He looked really handsome, you couldn’t lie. The color of his suit brought out his gorgeous blue eyes, and the cologne that invaded your senses made your knees weak.

You probably would’ve knelt for him if he asked you to.

“Who was that?” he asked nonchalantly, focusing his attention on combing his hair in front of the mirror.

“Who?” you asked, genuinely confused for a couple of seconds before you caught up. “Oh, Alex?”

“So he has a name, then.”

Oh.

“I just met him,” you hurried to attempt to explain yourself, even though you had no reason to. “He liked my dress and—“

“Bet he liked it,” Elvis scoffed, looking at you through the mirror reflection. “He’d have to be blind not to, baby.”

“Elvis…”

“You can’t go ‘round, talkin’ to strangers.”

“What?” you grimaced at him, not getting his argument. He was being senseless.

“We ain’t sure of his intentions,” he explained, though the way he clenched his jaw was a sign that he didn’t feel like explaining his reasons to you. “He could be dangerous.”

You scoffed at his words, and the gesture didn’t go unnoticed by him, for he turned around to face you, his jaw set and a single eyebrow raised, silently questioning you.

“He was nice, you know? And kind too,” you said with a simple shrug, acting innocent to his accusations. “He asked where I bought my dress, just that.”

“You told him I bought it for ya’?” he questioned, voice demanding an answer. “that I bought it for you jus’so I could rip it off your body whenever I wanted?”

“Of course not.”

“‘Course not,” he echoed your words, slowly wetting his lips as he looked down at his shoes before raising his head again, holding now a new composure.

“It would’ve ruined the conversation.”

“Why is that?” he ironically asked and didn’t even let you speak before he continued. “Oh right, ‘cause you were flirtin’ with him.”

Despite the soft tone and smile that decorated Elvis features, you could see past that and notice the annoyance he truly felt, he wasn’t happy with you, or what you’d done.

“So what if I was?” for the first time in all the time you’ve known the man, you talked back without a drop of hesitation.

Elvis was speechless, and it showed in the way both his eyebrows raised as he opened his mouth to say something, except that nothing came out. He thought he had the situation under control, that he had you right where he wanted— but then you went and said that.

“What do you mean ‘so what’?” he was about to go on a rant, but you interrupted him before he could even get started.

“I’m not yours, Elvis.”

Elvis stared at you silently, and that was more dangerous than anything he could’ve said. He was glaring at you, but within the waves of anger, you perceived swirls of lust deep in his blue eyes. He nodded his head slowly as he looked away, clicking his tongue as his eyes fell back on you, looking at you one last time before turning around.

You had poked the wrong tiger.

“Get out.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” he rasps, his back fully turned to you. “The show is ‘bout to start, I can’t think straight with ya’ in here.”

“I- okay.“ you knew better than to argue with him.

“But you better be here by the time I get back.”

You nodded your head and silently made your way out, planning on sneaking into the crowd as soon as possible.

Elvis, on the other hand, was set on showing you just how wrong you were.

Elvis tried to not let what happened get to him. He tried to act normal. — The fans carried no guilt, right? So why should he behave any differently with them?

That was his thought process during the first 15 minutes of the show, he acted as his usual self, smiling, singing, swaying his hips at the beat of the music and sending ocasional flirty looks at random women on the audience to make them scream and blush.

He was trying his hardest to avoid looking at you, which you noticed.

He was doing a great work at pretending you weren’t there, but it was a genuine struggle. Elvis was so used to seeing you in the crowd, to finding your eyes with his, that it felt wrong to pretend you didn’t exist.

So, he acted mature and looked at where you stood.

And, remember when he was being decent? All those thoughts of decency got thrown out the window when he saw that fucking guy, Alex, standing next to you and whispering something into your ear— right in the middle of HIS concert.

From there on, there was no way for him to deny his sour mood.

The rest of the concert he spent dancing almost aggressively, singing certain songs with spite, and joking around, though it’s worth to mention his jokes were condescending, sarcastic even.

Anyone who knew him well enough could tell he was mad. And of course, you were the first one to notice. — Hard not to, considering he glared your way several times along the show.

Once the show was half a song from being over, you sneaked away from Alex’s presence and made your way discreetly to the backstage, to where Elvis expected you to be.

You only had to wait for 10 minutes before he walked through the door, sweaty, with heavy breathing, reddened cheeks and messy hair.

He was truly a sight to behold.

His eyes fell on you once, and that was more than enough to coax a smile out of your lips. A satisfied smile, at that. And boy, didn’t that piss him off even further.

He clicked his tongue and silently walked to the door, placing his big hand around the handle to close it shut, to get the privacy you’d certainly need.

“We gotta leave in 5!” A voice called down the hallway, right when Elvis was about to close the door.

Elvis audibly groaned and rolled his head around, closing his eyes and lowering his head as he exhaled heavily. What he wanted to do would definitely take more than 5 minutes.

Right when you were about to ask if he was okay, Elvis spun around to face you, a determined look in his eyes as he took a step closer to where you sat, offering you his hand.

“Let’s go,” he said angrily, not even looking at you but keeping his hand extended to you.

He was being a walking contradiction, and it’s safe to say you were slightly thrown off due to how he was handling the situation, but you knew that the best thing would be to listen to him.

You accepted his hand by taking it, he pulled you up with enough strength to make your body bump against his. He let go of your hand seconds after, but made sure to place it on your lower back as he walked you both to the exit.

People rushed left and right to pick up the scenario utilities, some of them stopped to take a glance at Elvis, but kept to themselves when they took notice of the way the singer’s bad mood— the way he pushed you around being proof of it.

You wanted to at least say goodbye, but Elvis couldn’t have cared less, when he felt you stopping and noticed the group of people in front, he huffed and applied more pressure on your lower back, forcing you to move.

“Goodbye, Elvis!” someone called, it was hard to tell who.

“Yeah.” he grumbled, walking to a chauffeur standing by the exit of the arena. “Could ya’ give me my keys? The Cadillac ones.”

You’d be leaving in his personal car.

The man seemed confused by the change of plans, but handed him his keys with a nod. Elvis grabbed the keys and hurried you both to the parking space where his car was parked.

Once you were there, Elvis opened the passenger’s door for you, offering you his hand to help you get in, you accepted the gesture while looking at him, but Elvis didn’t spare a glance your way.

When you were inside, he shut the door and walked around the car, getting inside and immediately turning on the car, remaining speechless and not staring at you, acting as if you weren’t there.

That’s when you knew you’d screwed up for real. He was MAD, not even playful mad, just plain out mad.

The drive to the hotel would’ve been peaceful under any other circumstances. But at that moment? The tension could be felt in the air, it emanated from Elvis as intensely as his cologne did.

His grip on your thigh was almost a bit too harsh, and you wondered if the tight grip he kept around the steering wheel didn't hurt his fingers— as his knuckles were white from the strain.

Elvis had always been a very talkative person with you, he always had something to say, an anecdote to tell or an idea to share with you. For that very reason, he knew damn well how crazy his silence was driving you.

But you deserved it.

“Elvis.” you finally said, staring at him as he drove silently.

No answer came from him, and if it weren't for the way his jaw clenched, you would have thought he didn't hear you.

“You know I didn’t mean to upset you, right?” your voice was soft and delicate, small even, devoid of the playful nature you’d had earlier. “I was just messing around.”

“Hm.”

“I didn’t mean—“ you continued, or at least attempted to before he interrupted you curtly.

“Ya’ never mean a thing, do ya’ baby?” he rasped out, an ironic tone bleeding through his voice.

Oh, fuck.

“Your hand just happened to land on his arm,” he kept talking, his grip around the wheel getting impossibly tighter. “Must ‘ave been a gust of wind, that made it land there.”

“I—“

“And that little smirk appeared on your lips, heavens know how, ‘cause ya’ didn’t mean any of it, right?” He was being sarcastic, but his voice and tense frame exuded anger.

“I- I don’t,” suddenly you were feeling very nervous, unable to get a proper hold of your words. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Hm.”

You weren’t sure of what worried you more, his short ‘hm’ or just how angry he sounded whenever he spoke.

But even through his act, you could see the real emotion he felt. He was jealous. And despite the situation, it was a good sign. It meant that the cared about you, that he actually gave a damn whether other people were interested in you or not, that the idea of losing you wasn’t of his liking.

Once at his place, the path to his bedroom was familiar to you, so much so that there was no need to speak or even look at each other, this was destined to end in one place, and one place only.

In his bedroom, Elvis latched the door shut, and still with his back to you, pressed his forehead against the door, and sighed heavily, as if he was trying to relax.

The thought that he might feel sick crossed your mind, after all, the amounts of adrenaline he dealt with after concerts were immense.

And as if he had read your mind, Elvis straightened up and turned to you, looking at you as if you were the only thing in the universe. You felt small under his gaze, and rightfully so.

“I’m so done with this lil game of yours, mama,” he assured you, both hands on his hips to enhance his attitude. “I ain’t playin’ no more.”

“What?” you questioned, genuinely concerned. What if he decided that enough is enough and decided to break things up?

“Get on that bed, right now.” he barked the order at you, nodding his head to the king side bed behind you.

He didn’t have to tell you twice, with your eyes still on him, you took a couple of steps back and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “Now what?”

“Imma show you how I’ve owned ya’ since the first time I had ya’.”

He sounded completely sure of his words, the dark look in his eyes was all you needed to know he meant it. Without noticing, you pressed your thighs together, trying to ease the tension.

It only took a couple of long steps for Elvis to be in front of you. Without another word, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, it wasn't a caress or a sweet gesture, his lips moved against yours with desperation, both of his hands were placed at your sides, trapping you between the bed and his body.

With one arm around your torso, Elvis moved you higher on the bed, his body following yours immediately, his lips still against yours.

His hands balled up your dress, trying to get it out of the way without having to separate from you, eventually, he got fed up and ripped the fabric off your body, tearing apart the dress that had started it all.

He slid his tongue inside your mouth, as he opened the clasp of your bra (which was located between your breasts), and threw the clothing piece away.

You fell back to the bed, and he followed suit. Immediately, you felt him hard against your thigh and thought you’d have it your way, however, his lips began to move down to your neck, to your breasts where he sucked and licked till you begged him to do something else, and continued going down and down, sliding your underwear down your legs on his way down, until his head was between your thighs, his face inches away from your pussy.

"I wanna taste ya’." he said, his fingers teasing the sensitive area, brushing against your clit and caressing near your entrance.

"Fuck Elvis, please," you begged and he huffed. "Just fuck me already."

That was tempting enough, but now that he had the upper hand of the teasing game, Elvis found it hard to let go.

"I want to eat you out," he said, caressing your thighs softly to relax you. "you're not gonna turn down what I give you, are you? You’re smarter than that.”

Fuck, that got you.

You opened your legs even more so he'd have better access, and you felt his smirk against your skin, as he placed a little kiss in the inside of your thigh.

"That’s what I thought." he teased, always with his need to have the last word.

He wrapped both arms around your thighs to keep them open and lowered his head, doing his thing.

His lips concentrated on your clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue, making you let out a moan you were ashamed of, because of how ridiculously loud it had been.

He let go one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder, using his free hand to slide it in between your legs and all the way inside you, while keeping his relentless pace with his tongue.

His fingers buried inside you rhythmically, they curled against your sweet spot right when he sucked harshly on your clit, and his tongue would twirl around as his fingers reached deep.

The sounds you let out, the way you pulled on his hair and clenched around his fingers were clear signals that you were about to cum, so what if he just...

He pulled out his fingers and removed his head from between your thighs, having the perfect view of your face, realizing that he'd denied you an orgasm.

"Elvis!"

"What is it, doll?" he asked innocently, licking his fingers, making your eyes roll to the back of your head in both annoyance and need.

"Just take me..."

“Hm,” he pretended to think about it, before plunging two fingers back inside you, continuing with his ministrations as if he hadn’t stopped at all.

He was doing everything he knew drove you insane. He curled his fingers in the right spot, kept the perfect speed and went so deep that his knuckles would disappear, his fingers coated in your wetness easing the work for him.

“See how well I know ya’?” he questioned, an undeniable cocky tone in his voice, his eyes drinking up on the sight of you, moaning desperately, arching your back as you tried your best to ride his fingers, but to no avail.

You could barely understand what he was saying, so lost in the pleasure, the ecstasy being almost a little too much.

“I know that if I curl my fingers here,” he emphasized his words by curling his fingers inside your pussy, the tips of his fingers pressing on your spot. “and keep ‘em there, you’ll be cumming all over my hand.”

He wasn’t wrong. You felt your release getting closer with every second that passed, and his cocky attitude was only riling you up.

“Please.” you begged, voice raspy after moaning so much.

“Now you’re being nice,” he had a shit-eating smile plastered on his face, a shame you were to fucked out to see it. “ain’t that cute?”

“Please, Elvis,” you begged, saying his name in the perfect pitch to make his dick twitch inside his pants. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Nah, that ain’t gonna happen.” he shook his head, stilling his fingers inside you.

“What?” your eyes widened as you looked at him in disbelief.

“The only way you’re gettin’ off tonite is around my cock,” he assured, pulling his fingers out of your wet pussy with ease. “Do you deserve it, tho?”

“Elvis, I’m sorry… I—“ you didn’t know what else to say, the absence of his fingers inside you being almost painful. “Please.”

He couldn't help but smirk, he had you completely under his control, had you begging and pleading for him, and that made him harder than he already was.

He began to unbuckle his belt slowly, letting the buckle rattle as it opened, slowly pulling the belt out of the loops as he stared at you, devouring your naked body with his gaze.

“Ya’ should consider yourself lucky I won’t have it any other way,” Elvis sighed, pulling down his pants and freeing his dick, which slapped his lower abdomen right after. “It’s my cock or nothing.”

That was a way to ask for permission, he wanted to make sure you wanted this to happen, because despite of how turned on he was, he wanted to be certain you desired him.

You nodded your head repeatedly, spreading your legs open for him, an open invitation for him to delve in. So he did.

A relieved moan left your lips when Elvis buried himself inside you, slipping in easily but still managing to stretch you out deliciously, as if it were the first time.

“You wanna be a good girl for me?” he asked right into your ear, giving you some seconds to adjust to his size.

“Yes, yes, just for you.”

“Then you’re gonna cum when I tell ya’ to.”

For a solid two seconds, you thought you would be able to meet the challenge - however, Elvis started to thrust and all your composure went to shit.

His eyes found yours as he took on a fast, hard, deep pace, the eye contact made you shudder, and a satisfied grin formed on his lips as his hips moved against yours- he felt and looked so good… you tightened your walls around him, causing him to let out an almost feral sound.

His arms caged you against the bed, his lips pressed against the skin of your neck and his pace fastened, your legs were over his thighs, so all he had to do to get a new angle, was to wrap your legs around his waist and push up.

Despite the fact that it was supposed to be some sort of punishment for you, Elvis was doing every single thing he knew drove you insane, getting his own pleasure by bringing yours to your body with every thrust of his hips.

“Such pretty noises you're making for me… am I making ya’ feel good?” Elvis didn't know where he got the control to keep teasing you, since his cock was so deep inside you that its outline surely bulged in your stomach.

“Y-yes, fuck, Elvis, ah-“ you couldn’t even speak properly.

“That’s right, right there, isn’t it?” he said with a satisfied smirk, as his hips thrust at a certain angle that made the tip of his dick make contact with your g-spot. “I am, only I can make ya feel this way, baby.”

“Oh my- yeah, yeah.” you nodded clumsily, probably not listening to a single word he said. And while it was an ego-booster to know he was fucking you so damn good you could barely speak, Elvis wanted you, needed you, to listen.

“Oh, you're enjoying this, aren't ya’?” he slowed his thrusts down to almost nothing, he wanted you to answer properly. “You like when I’m jealous?”

“If you keep fucking me like this,” you mumble, voice raspy as Elvis slows down to a stop. “I’m gonna love it.”

He wanted to be mad. You were making him jealous on purpose, even though you knew how much he hated it— yet couldn't deny your brattiness made him so horny, he wanted to fuck it out of you.

So he did, picking up his pace again, making your eyes roll to the back of your head, his lips sucking on the skin below your ear, before kissing your jaw and finally your lips.

“You’re mine, all fuckin mine,” he mumbled over your lips, his cock fucking you like never before, going deeper than ever. “My Y/N.”

“All yours,” you manage to say, your eyes snapping shut as your walls begin to clench around his cock, tighter every time. “always was.”

That’s all he needed to hear.

His pace changed, now his hips moved with a sole purpose. Making you come.

Not too long after, Elvis felt you clenching around him again, your walls tightening around his dick repeatedly, your moans had gotten high-pitched, and he was pretty sure he could feel your nails scratching the hell out of his back.

Knowing you wouldn't be able to resist much longer, Elvis cupped your face in his hand, turning your face so he could look you directly in the eye as he said it.

“Cum for me angel, c’mon.”

And as if your body was trained to listen to his commands, your orgasm came instantly, the wave of pleasure being so intense that your eyes rolled, your back arched and your thighs pressed against his body, your heels pushing against his lower back to drive him deeper inside you, if possible.

Being so deep inside you while you climaxed did it for him, and he shortly followed, spilling inside you as his hips stuttered in between thrusts.

To say you were exhausted was to underestimate the situation, Elvis fell on top of you, as you both caught your breath. He wanted to stay there forever, but it wasn't hygienic.

You were still too lost in the after high to notice he had stood up and walked to the bathroom, and it wasn't until you felt the damp towel between your legs that you reacted with a little hiss, the material of the soft towel making contact with your sensitive pussy.

Neither of you said anything. You were falling asleep, while Elvis thought about how to structure his statement without causing another fight.

Once you were clean, Elvis discarded the towel and walked back to bed, lying down next to you, the sheets felt warm and slightly damp with sweat, but he ignored it, he had more important things to concentrate on.

Your breathing was slowing down, he knew that if he wanted to say something, he would have to say it fast, so he forced himself to speak before it was too late.

“You do know this is so much more than just sex for me, don’t ya?” his voice, unusually small, asked as his eyes focused on the dark ceiling.

“I hope so,” You yawned, rolling your body on the bed to get closer to him, your head pressed against his arm, finding a way to cuddle against it. “Because it sure is for me.”

You were so sleepy, it was hard to know if you were even aware of what you were saying— regardless, Elvis was happy, he couldn’t stop the smile that took over his lips.

“Good,” he grunted and wrapped his arm around you, pulling your body closer so you could rest your head on his chest. “‘Cause I ain’t letting you go.”

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The Avengers | The Lucky And The Strong [#5: ... And The Strong] | Bucky Barnes x reader

A/N: THIS IS IT! The last chapter! Hope you enjoy! ♥

Pairing(s): James Buchanan 'Bucky' Barnes x fem!reader; kinda adopted dad!Tony Stark x reader

Genre: Soulmate AU

Warnings: Angst & Fluff

Words: 1.6k

Chapters: [#1] | [#2] | [#3] | [#4] | #5

Tags: @moonbarnes @musicgirl44 @kissyourdemons @lupinpetersclearwaterodairparker @bagsy-not-it @emma-the-duck17 @matchat3a @niallerhere @hopeless-romanticnamed-s @1-800-bxrnes @lendeluxe

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“I hope she doesn’t do anything stupid…” Shuri whispered to Natasha, earning a small slap to the shoulder in response. “Don’t worry, she’ll do great.” “Of course, she will,” Tony smirked, pressing a few buttons on the time machine. “After all that’s my kid you’re talking about.”

“LET’S HEAR IT FOR CAPTAIN AMERICA!”

The soldiers cheered and shouted in unison. Steve – Captain America - had freed them and successfully led them to safety. Everybody was there – including Bucky. Joy and relief filled the atmosphere within the camp. Still, through it all, Bucky felt… empty.

It had been five months since he had found and lost you again. It sounded crazy, his soulmate being a time traveler. He had never deemed it possible – that was, until Steve had freed him from his prison and Zola’s experiments. You had spoken the truth. Steve had become Captain America – a symbol of peace, just like you had said. It was all true. Everything.

He looked at his hands and clenched them to fists; the wounds and scars from Zola’s doings were almost completely gone. But the pain… the pain was still there.

Bucky had no idea how that was even possible. Time travelling was a concept that belonged in books and movies, was it not? He was confused, scared even. But most of all – he was yearning. For you, your presence, your smile and laughter and voice, the feel of your skin under his fingers and how your hand just fit so perfectly into his-

“Buck, are you listening to me?”

The young soldier snapped out of his thoughts, looking at his childhood friend. “Sorry, what was that?”

Steve laughed and punched Bucky’s shoulder lightly. “Wake up, soldier. I need you with all your focus for the upcoming mission. It’s gonna be the last one – we’ll destroy HYDRA once and for all. Their last hideout is in Europe, in-“

“Switzerland,” Bucky cut him off, leaning against the table, right next to where his friend stood.

Steven frowned. “How do you know?”

“She told me.”

Bucky had not talked about your goodbye. He had carried it with him for the past months, and now everything threatened to break out at once.

“Who told you… what?” Steve asked quietly, a deep frown etched onto his face.

Bucky whispered your name; it was strange to say it after so many weeks, at the same time, it sounded so sweet and felt so right. “She told me everything… about you, the experiment, Captain America… she knew everything, Steve.”

“Tell me about it,” Steve whispered, wrapping his arm around Bucky’s shoulders and leading him outside. Strategy-talk was done, it was time for a beer – and a talk, not from Captain to Sergeant, but from friend to friend.

And Bucky talked. About what you told him, about how everything happened exactly how you said it would. All the thoughts and fears and confusion that had been swirling around in his mind ever since you left; he poured out everything until there was nothing left.

“Do you have any idea how crazy you sound?” Steve asked when Bucky finished talking. The young Sergeant laughed and nodded. “I know,” Bucky answered, finishing the rest of his beer. “But so far… everything she said was true. It’s crazy, I know… but I believe her…”

Bucky’s voice trailed off slowly, as his mind delved deeper into his thoughts again. Switzerland. Your words echoed in his mind. Abduction and torture awaited him if he went with his friend; that part he had left out, when he told Steven about what you had said, knowing full well that he would try and prevent Bucky from going - just like you did.

A sob left your lips when you felt solid ground under your feet again. The air swirled around you, rustling through your hair, pushing your skirt around lightly. It was done. The documents escaped your grip, falling onto the floor with a crackling sound.

You had left him. You had left your soulmate.

“Are you alright?!” Natasha asked, immediately jumping onto the platform to give you a hug. “What happened?”

You clung to her, sobbing into her shoulder. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

Tony approached you next, picking up the papers on his way to you. “What are you talking about, Pumpkin?” He grinned, bumping shoulders with you as he waved the papers around. “Mission accomplished.”

While your friends praised you for the success, you could not help feeling hollow. “I messed up.” You whispered as you looked at Shuri, who raised a brow in question. “Goodness, I messed up so badly. I-“

“You did well, doll.”

You flinched when you heard the voice behind you, slowly turning around – to come face to face with Bucky and Steve.

“You ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?”

Steve’s words carried a certain irony with them, as Bucky found. Little did he know what their next endeavor meant for Bucky. He had thought long and hard about this exact moment; how would he react when the time came to go to Switzerland? Would he stay behind? Or would he go and try to change his fate?

Funnily enough, when Steve asked that fateful question, there was not a pinch of doubt in Bucky.

“Hell, no,” he answered, smirking at his friend. “The little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb not to run away from a fight. I’m following him.”

Why change his story, when you were waiting for him 80 years in the future?

“Wh- what?!”

A loud gasp escaped you when you saw the two friends stand exactly where they stood when you left for the mission. You blinked a couple of times and walked over to them slowly. They were here.

They were both here. Steve and-

“Bucky...” You whispered his name, eyes falling onto his vibranium arm. “This can’t be…”

“BUCKY!”

Steve’s voice echoed through the landscape as Bucky fell off the train. This was it. No turning back now. He was rushing into the unknown, Steve’s silhouette getting smaller and smaller until it eventually faded in the distance.

Bucky did not notice that his arm got stuck, neither did he feel the excruciating pain that followed promptly. The fall ended harshly; the thick layer of snow had done nothing to lessen the impact. He was cold. So terribly cold.

“It’s true, doll.” Bucky whispered, holding out his right hand to help you down the platform; a pleasant tingle went through your body when you took his hand carefully. “I know you told me to stay behind, but… I couldn’t stand the thought of never seeing you again.”

“Never…? You remember…? But… that’s impossible…”

You were confused. This whole situation did not make any sense. It was not the fact that you had left Bucky behind, fully expecting to have changed the timeline and therefore not seeing him again. It was the fact that this was clearly the Bucky you had met only a few days earlier; and he remembered you. Not from a few days ago, but from 80 years ago.

“But… but you didn’t… you said the words weren’t…”

“… I lied.”

The words sounded harsh, but Bucky had no intention of hurting you. “I couldn’t risk changing the flow of time, not with you finally back in my life again. Besides, it was you who told me what I said, remember?” Bucky smirked slightly, before turning serious again.

His hands settled on your cheeks gently, as he quietly whispered your name. Steve had respectfully taken a step back while everybody else had stopped talking and instead shifted their attention to you two.

“You… you went through all that… pain and-“ You swallowed thickly, a heavy lump forming your throat.

“What are you going to tell her?” Steve asked quietly as he watched you enter the quantum realm with everybody else. “The truth,” Bucky answered, unable to take his eyes of you. Only a few more minutes, and decades of agony and torture would have finally paid off.

“She was always there, Steve. While you and our friends were only blurry pictures that popped up every now and then, she was always present in my mind. Kept me alive and kicking. I always heard her voice and laughter. Sometimes I didn’t know who she was, but I saw her clearly – as if she was right there with me.”

“Why…?” You sobbed, holding onto Bucky’s shoulders. “I wanted to spare you from this fate, I wanted you to live a happy life…”

“Not without you,” Bucky answered, his tone leaving no room for discussion. And there was nothing more that needed to be discussed. Your vision was blurry from unshed tears, when Bucky finally closed the distance between you two, and kissed you.

A sweet, gentle kiss; very much like the young soldier who had kissed you only minutes earlier. All these years of misery, and Bucky was still a gentle soul. A good man.

You sniffled a little when you pulled back, wiping your tears away carefully – before slapping Bucky’s shoulder out of the blue.

“Hey!” Bucky chuckled, grabbing your hand just as you were about to slap him again. “What was that for?!”

“You broke your promise, Barnes.”

He smiled sheepishly and wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling you close to him and stealing another sweet, sweet kiss from you.

“I’m sorry, doll.” He mumbled, hiding his face in your neck and breathing in your scent. Oh, how he had missed you.

“But you know what?”

You hummed, urging him to continue.

“For you, I would do it all over again.”

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Best Friends Turned Foes - Part 3

Another slow chapter, it should start getting interesting soon. Thank you so much to everyone that’s been interested in this story. I don’t own the characters of the marvel universe.

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Words: 900

Warning: Angst, cursing

Part 2

You rushed out the locker room door, speeding down the hallway without running. Halfway to your room, you catch sight of Vision, “Ms. Y/L/N, I was just on my way to check on you.”

               There was no stopping you now, especially since a super soldier is out hunting you. You had maneuvered your normal route to fool Bucky from finding you before you had a place to escape, “Oh, that’s very sweet of you. I’m doing alright,” you were at your last obstacle, “Hey Vision, how do you feel about breaking and entering?”

               “It’s an invasion of someone’s privacy and it thoroughly frowned upon,” he answered very strategically and robotically, but also with a hint of curiosity and skepticism.

               “Alright,” you nodded your head, looking at the door in front of you. Licking your lips, you start to pick open the door, “Well, you should do your little magic trick and float up to my room then.”

               Pointing at the door, still confused, “Isn’t that Sergeant Barnes room?”

               The door clicked open, “Yep,” you grinned, pushing open the door, “See you in my room, Vis,” before slamming the door shut. You skipped across the floor, kicking some dirty scattered clothes on the floor, before leaping from his balcony and up to your own. Pulling you up and over your railing, you hop into your room only to see Vision, “Oh good, you let yourself in.”

               “This new assignment has evoked quite the rebellious attitude, Ms. Y/L/N.”

               You shrugged, “I’ve always been a rebellious soul, Vis,” he looked skeptic, which made you want to laugh. You were about to continue your conversation, when pounding shook your door.

               “Open the fucking door, Y/N,” Bucky’s voice roared.

               Vision looked disturbed by Bucky’s attitude, but you continued like nothing was happening, “I live to provoke life, Vis,” you cleaned up around your room. “How was your day, by the way,” you smiled at him, “You excited for the party upstairs?”

               Pounding continued, “I know you’re in there, I hear you talking. Just open the door already, you’re acting like a real child, which doesn’t differ than your normal attitude. But this has to be taken seriously,” he waited for a response. He didn’t get one, “Open the door, damn it.”

               “You can huff and puff and try to blow my door down. But I am not opening my door to you.”

               Vision stepped in, “Sergeant Barnes, might I suggest you asking nicely?”

               “Hey Vision,” Bucky talked through the door, “Sorry, I didn’t know you were in there.”

               “It’s fine – this is quite fascinating,” he continued on, “I think a polite tone and reasonable request might urge Ms. Y/N to open the door.”

               Bucky was gritting his teeth, “Y/N, please open the door. Everyone else is taking this opportunity to game play before we are shipped away. We have the party tonight and after that, it is all in the air. I get we hate each other, but this is how it is.” It sounded so forced and strained, she had to roll her eyes the entire way through.

               Looking from the door to her, Vision waited for an answer, “No,” you yelled through the door, “I’d rather pass. I was told this time is optional and I unfortunately decline to associate with you until I absolutely have to.”

               Slamming his fist against the door, “I swear, if you don’t open this god forsaken door. I will break it down,” he continued to growl, “This is not a game.”

               “But it is,” you said your lips against the door, “It is in fact a war game, emphasis on game.”

               “Child,” he roared in the hallway, “You’ll have to leave eventually,” he huffed, storming down the hall.

               You looked to Vision, “Ms. Y/L/N, have you ever seen Beauty and the Beast?”

               “Of course, Vis,” you smile, acting like he didn’t just witness what he just witnessed.

               “I believe you and Sergeant Barnes just reenacted the scene with Belle rejecting the Beasts invitation to dinner,” you smile vanished, “And if I remember correctly, they both fall in love.”

               Shaking your head, “I don’t know if I should be appalled by the imagery and Barnes and I as Beauty and the Beast or impressed that you just referred to some pop culture.”

               “Whatever the case, I’ll be on my way. Mr. Stark has some of the team setting out to the course tonight to prepare. I wish you good luck and remember you and Sergeant Barnes used to be, as they say, two peas in a pod. You’re both impressive, talented, and often misunderstood,” he said, making his way to the door.

               You stopped him, “Vision,” he looked back at you, “Don’t use the door,” you shrugged. You were not about to give Bucky the opportunity to get in your room.

               He smirked, nodded, and used his power to get through the door. Laying on the bed, you could start to hear the base of the music. Tonight would be an interesting night, you had every intention on going to the party – this was a great opportunity to test out spy, under cover skills.

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