#tfaws fanfiction

[queers-gambit]

Alpine

prompt: in an effort to help your boyfriend with his trauma, you rescue a furry feline together - a white cat named, Alpine - who rescues you both in return.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Widow!reader

fandom masterlist: Marvel

word count: 6.9k+

note: been seeing a lot of Alpine recently and got inspired.

second note: no, it's not comic / canon compliant so just have fun. author did some research but there's not a LOT written / known about Alpine, so, again, just have fun!

warnings: post Endgame, pre tfaws; cursing, Lord's name in vain, small angst, mostly hurt and comfort, Nick Fury calling reader a bitch playfully, Bucky's trauma responses, small spoilers, Dr. Raynor / therapy.

other works with Widow!reader and Bucky NOT necessary to read

read here: Damage Done

"Are you angry with me?"

"No."

"Disappointed? Annoyed? Frustrated?"

"No, doll."

"Then why won't you talk to me!?"

"Nothing to say."

You wiped a hand down your face, lifting it only to pinch the bridge of your nose. Your head shook to shake away your thoughts, sniffling emotion, sighing when you dropped your hand to slap against your thigh. "I'm really trying here, Bucky, I swear to you, I am. But I can't help if you don't talk to me," you softened your voice, beginning to understand this was a losing battle.

"I never said I needed help."

"You never have to ask me for help, Bucky, I just give it because I want to! Because I love you! That's part of being in a relationship!"

"Maybe I don't want it!" Your boyfriend snapped, rounding on you with unfiltered emotion in his eyes. The horrors swam in his baby blues, vivid memories he was unable to escape haunting him, terrorizing him; creating a shell of a man who could no longer hide his avid pain. "Did you ever think about that? Ever consider that I don't want your help because I don't need it?"

"Everyone needs help sometimes, Buck."

"No, not everyone - I'm not one of your pet projects, you don't get to treat me like a broken thing that needs fixed! I certainly don't need your pity - not yours."

"I don't pity you! Fuck's sake, Bucky, I love you and want to see you heal. I know you better than anyone - "

"You don't," he sneered, cutting you off. "You don't know me, not really, not as well as Steve - "

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Steve isn't here! He's not coming back!" You snapped, instantly regretting it when Bucky's eyes coated with glassy emotion he fought vehemently to keep down. "I-I'm sorry, that was - that was really mean of me and totally out of line," you apologized, both sighing deeply. "All right, look, let's just talk this out, please."

"There's nothing to say."

Your hip cocked, arms crossing, "She called me, you know."

"Who?"

"Dr. Raynor."

"Fuck's sake," he growled. "Why would she do that?"

"Maybe because today's session was, apparently, supposed to be a couples session. She thought I was refusing, called to say I was impeding on your progress and if I want to help you, I'd have to show up to your appointments. Which is really funny because you never told me about today, so I had no idea what the hell she was talking about - but that didn't stop her from tearing me a new asshole!"

He frowned, avoiding your eyes. "I didn't need a couples session. Not today, I just - I wanted today to focus on other shit."

"And I can respect that, but you're not doing yourself any favors by hiding shit from me. To get the best results from therapy, you have to actually do the work, and not just do what Dr. Raynor says, but actually listen to her advice - "

"I don't need you on my back about this, Raynor does that enough for you both," Bucky growled. "I do the fucking work - I'm the one in that room, I'm the one applying silly little rules to my life - "

"Obviously not if you didn't even tell me Raynor requested my attendance! You should've told me, and then you should've said you weren't ready! I would've respected that, but I can't do a Goddamn thing if you don't talk to me!"

His jaw flexed as he clenched his teeth, skin twitching and distinct muscles tightening. "Like I said, there's nothing to talk about," he practically spat, shaking his head at you before grabbing his sneakers from the closet.

You didn't mean to sound harsh, but demanded, "Where are you going? We're in the middle of a conversation."

"No, we're not, 'cause I'm ending it," he scoffed, sitting on the corner of your shared mattress, exchanged his shoes. "And I'm going for a run, need to clear my head."

You shook your head before leaving the bedroom, "Absolutely unbelievable."

Bucky left your shared apartment a few minutes later, somewhere you've only lived five months - the time it's been since Tony Stark, Iron Man, snapped the other half of living beings back into existence. He lost his life in return, the ultimate sacrifice, but he managed to reverse the damage Thanos created five years prior. Five months of living in this apartment without a lick of warmth, personal touch, or real sentiment; it being dreary, dark, and mostly empty. Hell, Bucky didn't even feel comfortable in bed, so he camped in the barren living room, giving visual to the way your relationship was beginning to fray, unravel, crack.

He didn't want anything personal in your apartment - thinking it was ridiculous to settle down after all you two have endured, witnessed, and fought for. You agreed to keep things at the bare minimum, only stocking what was necessary, knowing this was part of his healing process and didn't want to drum-up further anxiety. It made everything impersonal, boring, bland, and down right depressing - but it was a small accommodation you could provide your lover.

You hated the distance. Hated how alone Bucky felt after Steve. Hated how reclusive he became, the anger he projected. Hated how no matter what you did, you weren't enough - not this time. For years, you've loved him despite his flaws, his brainwashing, his trauma responses, but whatever he was enduring now was something you weren't equipped to handle. Didn't mean you weren't willing to try, but Bucky was the one pushing you away; thinking his demons were his sole responsibility, never letting you be the pillar that helped support him. God, you hated the distance.

You left the apartment, too. Nick Fury had employed you for creative, solo, high profile missions; wanting to utilize your Widow training, especially now that Natasha Romanoff was deceased. And you wanna know what? Bucky hadn't even asked about her, never tried to offer comfort, only quietly attending the funeral service you hosted with the remaining Avengers to give her a proper sendoff - despite there being no body. Bucky knew you and Nat were as thick as thieves, family without blood, two lost souls who leaned on each other in trying times; bonded by trauma, encouraged by resounding bravery, disciplined by strength. The fact that your boyfriend never even checked in with you after Nat's passing obviously hurt your feelings but you remained silent.

Again, to avoid generating more anxiety for Bucky.

You met the one-eyed man at a local, bustling coffee shop, finding the sight of the hardened, burly man eating a scone amusing. "Got you one of these," he nudged a dessert plate to your side of the table when you sat down with your desired coffee, "know you like 'em."

"Blueberries are my favorite," you half-smirked, regarding the moist muffin and sighing sadly. "All right, sir, what's on the docket?"

He stared at you for a moment, chewing thoughtfully before leaning back in his chair. "The fuck's going on with you?" He asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You look different today."

"Mh," you nodded, joking, "got a hair cut."

"No, it's your aura. Something bothering you, kid?"

"You do realize I'm a fully grown adult, right?"

Nick shrugged, "I don't see age."

"You don't - nobody sees age, Nick, Jesus."

He took a sip of his green tea. "There's still something bothering you. Not sure if you should go on this mission if you're wound tight."

"I'm just dealing with shit at home."

"Oh, right, the cyborg. How is the hundred year old psycho?"

"You you want me to stab out your other eye? 'Cause I fucking will," you threatened with a fork clenched in your grasp, perking your brows up your forehead. "Say that shit again, see what the fuck I do, Nick, I absolutely dare you."

He chuckled, hands held in defense, "Sorry, sorry, that was uncalled for. What's wrong with Sergeant Barnes?"

You shrugged, "It's complicated."

"Bitch, aliens opening a wormhole in space and time to invade Earth is complicated - relationships aren't. Try me."

After an amused chuckle, you told him, "He's struggling right now. You know? After everything, it's been a lot for him and now that things are relatively back to normal, he's having a hard time trying to assimilate himself back into the populace. You know, learning to live in this day and age - a man out of time, outside his comfort zone, forced to adjust himself after living as a weapon of mass destruction for so long. Add in the fact that his best friend passed, marking another forceful adjustment he's unprepared for..."

"Hm," Nick nodded, "heard he's got a full pardon."

"He does."

"Which has a contingency he's gotta go to therapy, right? Part of rejoining society?"

You nodded, "Right, again."

"So he's in therapy and still struggling?"

"It's not like there's an on-off switch, Nick, therapy takes time and dedication. I just don't think he feels at peace, calm, in control - like he deserves any of this; the pardon especially. Think the stress, fear, and confusion is eating at him."

"Well, he's got you."

"I'm not his mother."

"No, you're his girlfriend, and it's a girlfriend's responsibility to support him, ain't it? Help him through this?"

"I can only do so much, Nick," you scoffed, "I'm just one person and he's a stubborn jackass - he just pushes me away. I'm sure I don't help the situation by accepting your contracts."

Fury considered your words for a long moment, then asked, "You said he's lonely?"

"Wouldn't you? Given his situation? He won't say, but I know losing Steve caused a part of him die."

Nick shrugged, "So get him a dog."

You never wouldn't guessed those words could ever pass Nick Fury's lips, head cocking, eyes narrowing, arms crossed over your chest. "I'm sorry, do what now?"

"It's obvious, ain't it? Dude needs company when you're gone, a sense of purpose, to feel like there was something - or someone - depending on him. Might help whatever limbo he's lingering in."

"A dog?"

"A dog. He can take it for walks or whatever."

You considered his recommendation, asking again, "A dog?"

"Do we need to get your hearing checked again? You lose the last functionality of your ears? Yes, a dog."

"I don't know..."

"It's just a suggestion, might promote his peace, help him process grief and guilt. Telling you, a dog would do him good. Now," he took another sip of tea, "onto business."

"You give me whiplash," you chuckled. "What's this job?"

"Simple and easy," he pulled up a tablet from the chair beside him, tapping it three times and handing it to you.

"None of your jobs are simple or easy, Nicky-Nick."

"I told you, don't call me that. Look, I just need you in London to investigate a string of potential terrorist activity. Just some recon, you won't be gone more than a few days - if you behave and stay on task."

You scanned the document, "When do I ever do that?" He chuckled briefly, you wondering, "Flagsmashers? Jesus, what a name. C'mon, you can't be serious. These guys are just radicals - you know, trying to vouch for those displaced after the Blip. It's actually kinda endearing, I mean, they're trying to give a microphone to those without a voice."

"They're escalating - too quickly," Fury informed. "They haven't raised any international flags yet, but something ain't right about them. I just need you as eyes and ears, maybe report if you think they're worth the worry."

Little did you know, in only about a month, you would join forces with Bucky and Sam Wilson - The Falcon - to dismantle the organization.

"When do I leave?"

"Tuesday would be ideal. But I can push it to Friday if you wanna go get that dog."

Your laughter was endearing, handing the tablet back over.

Bucky liked holding hands, though, he often wouldn't ever voice it. It made him feel tethered, anchored to reality; instilling a sense of pride to have such a gorgeous lady - such as yourself - at his side. However, the part he liked most, was being reminded he wasn't alone; even when on crowded, overpopulated streets, he didn't have to be afraid because with his hand in yours, he looked just like everyone else. You protected him even without intending to or without even knowing what you were doing.

"I'm sorry about yesterday," he sighed, people on the street sidestepping and avoiding running into you two. "I was upset, stressed out, you know how I get after seeing Raynor."

"It's okay, baby," you assured, ever the patient, loyal, and supportive girlfriend he needed. "I'm not holding it against you, but just promise me, when you're ready, you'll tell me."

He nodded, "I will - I mean, I promise." You hummed and pet his bicep with your other hand, giving his arm a hug. "Now are you gonna tell me where we're going?"

"I told you, it's a surprise."

He was ready to reply when a small commotion echoed from the alley you were passing, Bucky coming to a jarring halt that yanked on your arm, swinging you around. You were ready to ask what was happening when you clocked one of Bucky's "friends", an older man named Yori Nakajima, arguing with one of his neighbors.

"Hey, hey, Yori," Bucky intervened, you watching from the mouth of the alley, "woah, hey, what's going on?"

You couldn't hear whatever Yori was saying, but Bucky turned to the other man and growled something at him that made the neighbor scurry off. He glared at you, lip curled in a sneer, disappearing amongst patrons of the crowded sidewalk. You frowned and approached Yori and Bucky, your boyfriend still trying to calm his friend - well, 'friend' was a very generous term. See, Yori was the father of a young man that died by the hand of the Winter Soldier, being a name on Bucky's list he needed to make amends with.

However, when you took your place beside Bucky, Yori was waving you both off and shuffling down the alley, towards one of his apartment building's doors. "What was that all about?" You asked softly, taking note of the disgruntled expression your boyfriend usually wore these days.

"Just," he sighed, shaking his head, "Yori's upset with some of his neighbors - thinks they're encroaching on being disrespectful."

"When doesn't he?" Bucky sighed, you wondering softly, "You think you're ever gonna feel ready to tell him?"

"I'm working on it," he sighed sadly. "All right, c'mon - "

You both paused with furrowed brows when there came a series of shrill meows from under a couple of soggy, cardboard boxes beside a dumpster. "Did you hear that?" You asked.

"Uh-huh."

Another elongated meow was heard, Bucky curiously approach the discarded trash coated in sewage sludge. He slowly squatted, you approaching his shoulder when another meow cried out. Now, normally, you'd never investigate animal noises out of fear they were feral and carrying disease, but something just felt sad about what you heard - apparently, to Bucky, too. Gingerly, he reached out and lifted a piece of dripping cardboard, seeing a bundle moving under the next piece. He moved that one, too.

"Oh, my God!" You cooed when a tiny kitten was revealed. White fur was stained with dirt, sludge, and other nasty juices; nose pink, eyes a piercing, clear blue with brownish tear stains rimming them. The kitten mewed in greeting, pacing a tight circle before trying to back up in the brick wall; hunching its back and hissing slightly when you lowered yourself into a squat beside Bucky. "Baby, it's all alone, should we help?" You pouted.

"I don't think it wants our help, doll," he sighed. "It looks scared of us. Bet the mother's around somewhere, be a shame to move it if she's coming back."

"It looks too skinny, maybe it's alone?"

"Or maybe it's not," Buck countered. "C'mon, sugar, we can't take it."

After a bit of back and forth, you finally relented and had to walk away. You frowned for at least two blocks, but upon your halt at a crosswalk, you were greeted by another shrieking meow. Whipping around, you and Buck both looked down to discover the wee little kitten had followed you and was practically yelling for your attention. You grinned.

"Well, now we really have to help it," you told Bucky.

"How?"

"We take it to a shelter," you answered, shrugging, "good thing I know where one is."

"What's it doing?" Bucky asked nervously, the kitten dancing around your legs; brushing up against you both, meowing the whole time.

"I think she wants you to pick her up," you smirked.

He sighed and stooped to scoop the little creature in hand, regarding it carefully; weighing it, checking paws and other vulnerable spots. Bucky muttered, "All right, yeah, fine, let's take him to a shelter. Little beast needs some food it feels like, definitely a flea bath and some fresh water."

"You big softie."

"Lead the way to the shelter, princess, c'mon," he ignored your jab, tucking the kitten into his chest protectively. "He feels fragile," Bucky worried, "maybe you should carry him, I might crush him."

"You've got the little babe, Buck," you assured, "you're not gonna hurt him - I mean, if it's even a him."

"By the attitude, could be a girl," he joked, making your heart lighten. He'd been in such a funk that you missed his teasing, soft words; the little jokes he cracked, his smile - God, you missed seeing his smile. During your time on the run after DC, while seeking refuge in Bucharest for a couple years, you grew accustomed to seeing his radiant smile; remembering how easily he offered it when just the two of you. For a moment, you considered how your relationship was no longer just you and Bucky - but his trauma, too.

Arriving at the shelter, it was like an assault on the senses. Dogs were heard barking from the kennels, the pungent smell of urine and wood chips smacking you in the face, and a sort of humidity lingering in the air - a sharp contrast to the crisp outside.

"Hi," you greeted the receptionist, offering a kind smile.

"Hi, there. How can I help you two?" The man with long hair asked.

"Well, uh, two things," you explained, "one: we'd like to tour your kennels, we're interested in adopting a dog - "

"We are?" Bucky gaped.

" - and two: we found this little fella in an alley," you pointed to the kitten curled protectively against Bucky's warmth. "We wanted to make sure he was okay, maybe leave him here for adoption?"

"Oh," Man Bun blinked, regarding both Bucky and the kitten, "wow, uh, yeah, that's really nice of you guys, rescuing the little guy. You know, since everyone came back few months ago, there's be an influx of strays. A lot of people gave up their animals when their loved ones came back."

"Well, that's super fucked up," your eyes rolled.

"Tell me about it," he sighed. "Look, I'd love to help you guys out, so, tell you what. I can let you back in the kennels - no problem! Help match you to your new companion, but, uh... I don't think I can help you with the cat. You see, we, uh, we've had to start euthanizing the overflow animals or the ones who don't get adopted in a timeframe. We're at our max capacity, so... If you wanna leave him here, uh, I can't promise he'll have a place."

"You'd put him down?" Bucky growled.

"It's not what we want to do," Man Bun swiftly explained, "but it's just necessary - we don't have the room or resources to take him."

"Do you know of any no-kill shelters? Maybe one that has room?" You asked, feeling Bucky's disgust rolling off him in waves.

"Not in the area," Man Bun frowned. "Honestly? I think the closest no-kill shelter's in Maryland. Maybe Virginia?"

"Jesus," you frowned, looking at Bucky.

"Look, my best advice?" Man Bun offered, "Take the little tike home, clean him up, and call around to other shelters to see if they have space. But if you intend to adopt a dog, maybe bringing back a kitten isn't the best timing. If you give him up to us, he'll probably be sent directly to overflow..."

"We'll take him home," Bucky instantly decided, shocking you.

"We will?" You asked softly, lips curling in a small smile.

"Why not?" He sighed.

"I would've thought you'd be more of a dog person..."

"I'm not an animal person, but we're not leaving this little guy here just for him to be euthanized. We can handle him for a few days, you know, until we find a shelter with room."

"I think that's a great idea," you grinned.

"But was this your plan? For us to adopt a dog?"

"Well, yeah..."

"Why?"

You shrugged, "Just thought a dog would be nice company when I'm outta town for work. You know, could go on walks or runs together, you'd have someone looking out for you, maybe a dog would help with your stress levels?"

He eyed you for a moment, sighing, "I appreciate that, doll. Maybe another time, though? At least let us find somewhere or someone to take this guy."

The kitten gave a prolonged squeak - seemingly agreeing. "All right, noisy, we hear you," you chuckled, giving the kitten's head a scratch. You asked Man Bun, "Do you guys have the means to check him over, you know, before we go home? Make sure he's not injured or something?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "let me go get one of the technicians."

After the tech's exam, you were given the paperwork from that day's visit, the name, number, and address of a recommended vet, and before you knew it, found yourselves at the local pet store. You would've been ashamed by the absurd amount of money you spent, but Bucky rationalized the need because you weren't sure how long your new companion would stay with you. So, you ransacked the store, buying a sizable litter box, 50 pounds of actual litter, a bag of kibble, case of wet food, several different treats, a balm for the baby's feet, too many toys and stimulation activities, a carrying case in the event of transporting the kitten, and a tiny collar - if you decided to keep the little noise machine.

The sight of Bucky with the little fuzz ball warmed your heart. He still seemed hesitant and stiff, as if afraid to hurt the kitten, but he wasn't so tense anymore. However, he handed the pet over for you to hold while he carried the supplies back home; biceps bulging to support the weight. In that moment, walking familiar streets with his arms full of cat supplies, he questioned how he got here - to feel all domestic and out-of-place. He was Bucky Barnes - a Sargent in the Army, prolific hitman, something of an Avenger now. He didn't adopt cats and buy toys!

However, watching you talk to the kitten softly, he smiled - something small at first that grew like a germinating seed to split his face. You seemed so... Bright, excited, rejuvenated, even. He knew the past five months since the Blip had been rough on you, what with losing Natasha, fighting Thanos and his army of aliens, then ricocheting into 'normal life' only to deal with his emotional baggage. Watching you walk down the street with a fuzzy white ball of energy, pointing out different things, cooing and narrating the city to the kitten as if he could understand was refreshing after seemingly seeing nothing but a frown on your lips recently.

To Bucky, as long as you were happy, he was happy - and it seemed you were very content with your new little buddy. So, he was happy with your new little buddy and figured a dose of domestic life wasn't the end of the world. In fact, he actually felt... Intrigued by the newest addition to your little family.

When you returned home, it was to an empty apartment. Bucky dropped the supplies in the living room, hands to his hips, looking around, "Well, uh... At least there's room to run around, right?"

You nodded, "And no risk of ruined furniture."

"Yeah," he sighed, watching you set the kitten down. "All right, pip squeak. C'mon, lemme give you the tour - pay attention. So, in here," he moved around the wall, kitten following and listening intently, labeling, "this is the kitchen, this is where you'll get your meals - and no, you're not allowed on the counters." He pointed a warning finger, "Don't let me catch you up there or there's gonna be hell to pay. I don't wanna find your hair in my morning bagel."

"Buck, you don't eat breakfast."

"Fine, then I don't wanna hear my girl found hair in her bagel."

The kitten mewed loudly, trotting to keep up as Bucky walked around the barren apartment - giving a literal tour. You unpacked the supplies, setting up a raised food bowl beside a full water bowl. You left the treats in an empty cupboard, the litter box ready to use in the bathroom, and tossed some toys around the open, empty living room floor. You meandered, stashing other supplies, hearing the scampering thuds of excited little feet.

When your head popped out of the kitchen, you grinned at what you saw. Bucky was sat on the floor, flicking a feathered stick over the hardwood floors for the kitten to race around and try to catch. The longer you watched, the more defenseless Bucky seemed, and dare you say it, he looked calm - maybe even happy. His eyes were locked on the animal's antics as if he didn't want to miss a single movement he made; small smile making him look younger and brighter.

You made a mental note to thank Nick Fury for his suggestion. Sure, he actually said to get a dog, but this kitten seemed to have the same effect.

"Hey, baby?" You called, hanging up your phone after calling the recommended vet. "So, uh... Listen, you know how I have to go outta town on Friday?"

"Yeah?" He glanced up, letting the kitten wrestle his booted foot.

"So, I managed to get a vet appointment but it's for Friday. Is that okay? Or do you want me to reschedule for when I'm back so we can go together?"

"Oh, uh, no, that's all right, sugar, keep the Friday slot. I can take him, it's not a big deal."

"You sure? I hate having to saddle you with this responsibility."

"I'm sure," he nodded, "I can take him, it's okay."

For the rest of the week, you had a front row viewing of an incredible bond being formed. The kitten liked you, you two had many moments together, but it was obvious the little guy adored Bucky. He was stuck to your boyfriend like Velcro, following him everywhere, shrieking for attention when Bucky was preoccupied, liked being held when he cooked, even tried to get in the shower with Bucky. They played together, Bucky's laugh warming the entire apartment; positively obsessed with one another, the little guy even sleeping between you and Bucky.

It was as if you both forgot to look for the kitten a permanent home, the lack of furniture providing wide space for play and entertainment. Bucky even got one of those cat trees, couple individual scratching posts, and a laser pointer that drove your furry friend up the wall. There was some unspoken rule about naming animals - where if you named them, they were yours officially. So, one evening over dinner, you proposed a few names, Bucky giving his opinion; but then you began to consider "theme" names. Because your little buddy was white, you mused over names like Noelle or Snow, but finally settled on Alpine after narrowly beating out Aspen.

The day you flew to London, you warned both Bucky and kitten to behave themselves. Later that night, while you were sat in a tinted SUV for surveillance, your phone rang with Bucky's contact. "Hey, baby, how's it going?" You answered, refocusing through your advanced camera lens to snap necessary photos.

"Good, yeah. Uh, how's London?"

"Pretty dreary, it's been raining all day. Hey, how was the vet appointment?"

'Oh, yeah, no, it was, uh, yeah, it was good. Gave Alpine a buncha shots, microchipped her, started her on antibiotics - "

"Did you say, 'her'?"

"Yeah, that was the other thing - turns out, Alpine's a girl."

You chuckled, "Well, I'll be damned. How're you feelin', Buck?"

"I'm... Okay."

"I'm sorry I'm not there," you sighed. "Nightmares again?"

"Yeah."

"Sleeping in the living room?"

"You know it."

"TV on?"

"Reminds me I'm not where I dreamt I am."

"Well, I'll be home in a few days."

"What's this mission?"

"Just a little recon, I'm only to observe. Nicky told me to keep an eye on some suspicious activity."

"Don't tell me you're sitting in a white van?"

"No, sir, it's a Rolls Royce this time," you chuckled.

True to your word, you were home by Tuesday night. The transatlantic flight was long and tedious; a storm creating steady turbulence, making it absolutely impossible to get any shut eye. When you landed, you made a beeline to the Starbucks and got the largest coffee possible with an added 2 shots of espresso before exiting the bustling airport. Outside, waiting at the curb, Nick Fury himself stood before a sleek and shiny car that probably cost more than a 4-year education at an American university.

He smirked, "Welcome back, kid."

"Nice of you to pick me up, Nicky-Nick."

"Don't call me that."

"Don't call me 'kid'."

"Get in the Goddamn car, I'm not having this argument again."

After storing your luggage, Nick drove you back home while listening to your mission report. You didn't think the Flagsmashers were extreme enough to warrant intervention, but all Nick heard was that now was the time to strike before there came the need, before a chance for escalation could occur. You left the tablet full of notes, observations, photos, and data with the one-eyed man, and before you fully departed the car, paused to lean in the open window.

"Hey, uh, I've been meaning to thank you."

"What for?" Nick asked, face hardened in a permanent look of disagreement. You never took it personally - Nick Fury having professional Resting Bitch Face (RBF).

"Your advice about getting Bucky a dog."

"No shit," he chuckled, "you actually got him a dog?"

"Uh, well, no..."

"What'd you get?" Nick asked in suspicion, watching your lips roll between your teeth to restrain your smile. "Ah, hell no! You didn't! A cat? A fucking cat?"

"I know you don't like them - "

"Bitch! One scratched out my eye!"

"But our cat didn't."

"Doesn't matter - fuck all them felines."

You laughed and slapped the metal door, "Well, thank you anyway for the idea of a companion animal. Bucky's a lot calmer it seems."

Nick Fury sighed, waving you off like a pesky insect. "I'll call you when I got another job. Have fun with the little demon."

"You talkin' about Bucky or Alpine?"

"The cat - wait, Alpine? The fuck kinda name is that?"

"You know, Alpine... Like the Alps?"

His head shook, "I know what fuckin' alpine is."

"Why don't you head off - looks like you're gonna give yourself a stroke. Didn't realize getting a kitten would stress you out this bad."

"Get out my Goddamn window and I can leave."

You grinned and dropped a wink, again, patting the car and stepping back onto the sidewalk. Nick peeled off, leaving you alone to shoulder your duffel bag and head inside your apartment building. When you got to your desired location, the door opened without the usual creak, Bucky obviously WD-40'ing the hinges. "Hello?" You called softly, hanging your keys on the little peg in the foyer, toeing out of your shoes, glancing around the empty apartment.

Ready to call out again, you actually almost choked on air when you inhaled but stopped abruptly. You pouted your bottom lip at the sight of Bucky sound asleep in his nest on the floor, TV's lighting flashing and creating shadows, giving clear sight of Alpine curled in a tight ball on Buck's chest. His flesh hand was raised to rest on his chest, keeping Alpine cuddled to his warmth.

Quickly, you pulled your phone from your back pocket, snapping an adorable picture of your boyfriend before silently tiptoeing away to dispose of your duffel and purse. You sent the photo to Bucky's phone, positive you were keeping the kitten. After a long, hot shower that washed the travel from your body, you changed into loungewear, pulled your hair back, then reentered the living room where you knelt at Bucky's side. In-sync, your presence made both Alpine and Bucky flinch awake - your boyfriend jerking away from your warmth as the kitten hopped off his chest.

You winced, "Oh, shit, I'm so sorry, baby, I didn't mean to wake you."

His head shook, "No, it's all right, doll, I wasn't sleeping."

"You were, don't deny it," you grinned, settling on the mound of blankets.

Bucky chuckled gently, "I tried to stay up for you. C'mere," his arm opened in invitation, smirking gently. You settled down and turned into his side, his arm now coiled around your form, constricting to pull you closer so his lips could plant on your forehead. "How was London? Your mission?"

"Easy peasy," you sighed, "nothing too strenuous or stressful. The most 'complicated' part of the whole thing was using a different car each day to avoid suspicion."

"Hmm... Who was the target?"

"Some radical group," you sighed, head resting on his pectoral. "How was it? Just you and Alpine?"

"It was pretty good, nothing to complain about. She's nice company."

As if understanding she was the topic of conversation, Alpine mewed several times in a row as she walked up the seam of your body pressed to Bucky's. She turned in two circles before settling down between you; your grin authentic as a manicured fingernail extended to scratch her head.

"Actually, sweetheart, I've been thinking..."

"Hmm? About what?" You mumbled, eyes drooping with each passing second.

"About how we should keep her - Alpine, we should keep Alpine."

"You're just figuring that out now?" You teased, sluggishly lifting your head to smirk at him. "I knew she was ours the moment you picked her up. It'll be nice having her around, don't you think? I know she's not a dog you can take on walks but with Alpine, you don't have to be alone."

He nodded, "I like that idea. She's a good cat."

"Check your phone in the morning."

"Why?"

"Mmmh, I sent you a picture, you'll see - but it's just confirmation that Alpines part of us now, part of our crew."

"Our family," Bucky agreed softly. He watched you resettle on his chest, spending the following couple hours in the glow of the TV, watching you and Alpine. Bucky's heart warmed to a degree he's never known, making the comparison of himself to Jim Carrey's, the Grinch - a movie you made him watch. Eventually, exhaustion outweighed his domestic thoughts; falling asleep with you safe in his arms and Alpine curled up between you.

"Well, this certainly is a surprise... I was beginning to think James made you up."

"Oh, please, nobody could make me up - I'm too complex, nobody's got that kinda imagination," you smirked, legs crossed, seated beside Bucky on a sofa; both facing his therapist.

"I'm glad you could finally join us - I've been asking James to bring you for a while now," Dr. Raynor's eyes darted between you and Bucky, making you feel as if she was seeing right into your soul. However, her tone was accusatory, as if scolding Bucky.

So, you swiftly defended, "Well, I'm happy to be here. Bucky's one of my top priorities, I'd do anything for him - including attending any of these silly mandated sessions. Which are bullshit, by the way, because he's not the Winter Soldier anymore so why is Bucky being crucified? Why is this being pinned on him when he technically didn't do anything? The Winter Soldier did."

"Well, healing often takes time and dedication, and must be done in a series of steps. That's how you see real progress. These sessions are a condition of his pardon - "

"I can't believe your government would even enforce these silly little rules considering Bucky's assistance. He fought against Thanos, he fought on our side, and by all means, helped restore what was lost. I just find it pretty dehumanizing to force him to jump through hoops. I mean, for Christ's sake, half the universe was snapped away, you'd think after that, there wouldn't be need for pardons or contingencies - or for holding onto grudges."

"This is simply how we keep order in a post-Blip society. Everything changed in those five years, it's necessary to keep balance amongst all worldly citizens."

You scoffed lightly, "Ever consider these sessions might be doing more harm than good?"

Raynor frowned, "Despite the Winter Soldier being decommissioned, James still has trauma to process and skeletons to clear out of the closet. Yes, the Winter Soldier is gone, but the man remains - and James needs to focus on healing that part of himself. Whatever he did as the Winter Soldier wasn't Bucky's doing, but he still remembers all he did, which creates a heavy toll on the mind. That's part of the reason these sessions are mandated - because the assassin might be gone, but the residual effects still linger."

You hummed, "Well, let's get into it, Doc."

"You know... I've heard a lot about you. James paints you in a very bright light, says your bark and bite are equally as vicious."

"Hm," you nodded, brows perked, "yet I don't know shit about you."

"Perfectly natural. Typically, most people don't gossip about their therapists. It's nice that you could join us for this session."

"Nice to be invited."

She clicked her pen and settled her pad securely on her lap, just staring at you and Bucky for a long moment. You were ready to snap at her when she opened her mouth, "So, I hear you adopted a cat?"

"We did," you confirmed.

"Alpine," Bucky supplied, body rigid with tension and nerves.

"Right... Alpine," Raynor nodded, leaning her elbow to an arm of her padded chair. "How did this cat come into your possession?"

"We rescued her from a dumpster," Bucky answered stiffly.

"Really?" Raynor perked both brows.

"She was under some pieces of cardboard, screamin' her li'l head off," You chuckled. "Though, I think it's safe to say she chose us, adopted us as caregivers."

"How's that?"

"She wouldn't let us pick her up and we were afraid to take her in case her mama was lingering around. Turns out, she followed us. We were at a crosswalk when she caught up, demanding we pick her up and take her home."

"Is that so?"

"I'd like to think so," you nodded. "We were already on our way to the shelter, so, we took her with us, got her checked out."

"Why were you heading to the shelter to begin with?"

"Oh, uh, to adopt a dog. I had a colleague recommend an emotional support animal - or a companionship animal - to help Bucky feel less alone."

Raynor made a note of something. "You work often?" She asked.

"Often enough that I feel guilty for leaving. Figured getting a dog would instill a sense of dependence, you know, help Bucky feel like there was someone depending on him. Help usher in comfort and stability, help keep him calm, focused, distracted. But Alpine does the same thing - no dog necessary, apparently."

Raynor nodded, her wrinkles dimpling as she frowned and wrote down another note. When her eyes lifted, so did her lips; a smirk on display as she praised, "I actually think that's a wonderful idea. You know, there's been a lot of research about soldiers with PTSD benefitting from an emotional support animal. You're right, they promote peace, stability, distraction - gives patrons a tangible purpose, taking care of another life not their own."

"For sure, again, anything to help," you agreed, holding Bucky's gloved hand he kept covered by leather - only worn in public.

"Although, I wonder, why get a pet? I ask because James speaks highly of you, credits you for keeping him stable and on-track. Do you feel as if she's not enough, James? Is that why you kept Alpine?"

"No," he answered instantly, "she's my best girl and will always be enough. Watch your mouth, Doc."

"But sometimes extra help is nice," you tacked on, tightening your hand in Bucky's. "But for what it's worth, Dr. Raynor, Bucky keeps me sane. I keep him balanced. We keep each other safe. Alpine's just an added bonus, a quiet menace to help quell the business of our brains."

Raynor smirked, "I must say, you surprise me, Miss."

"I'm no stranger to mental health. But as I said before, I just want to help." You looked up at Bucky, finsihing softly, "He deserves peace in this lifetime - and if a little ball of fur can help, sign me up..."

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[holylulusworld]

Burned Cookies

Title: Burned Cookies

Summary: You and Bucky are more than neighbors now.

Pairing: Tfatws!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Square U2 filled for @buckybarnesbingo​ : Exaggeration / White Lies

Square 1 filled for @sebastianstanbingo​: Moving in together

Square 13 filled for @holylulusworld​ xmas bingo: Free Space  - Christmas Cookies

Warnings:  Christmas fluff, moving in together, nightmares, comforting, falling in love

Words: 1,4 k

Finally the sequel to Burned muffins

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“No! I-“ Bucky jolts up on the mattress he placed on the ground. He’s used to sleeping on the ground. For ages, Bucky didn’t have a warm and comfortable bed. He slept on the ground if he even was allowed to rest.

“Bucky?” he exhales a shuddery breath as you knock at his door. “I’m coming in, okay. Don’t shoot me.” You open the door with the key he gave to you weeks ago.

“Doll, hey,” he cracks a smile as you hurriedly make your way toward the mattress. “You didn’t have to come over. I’m good.” Bucky tries to lie.

It’s not that he doesn’t want you near him. He just needs you to believe he’s not the broken man he is. A little white lie won’t hurt anyone. Right.

“No, you’re not,” you tut, immediately checking on his pulse. “Your heart is racing, you’re sweating, and you are sleeping on the ground.”

“I’m used to no comfort.”

You choke out a sob. “Bucky, you are not the soldier any longer. You are allowed to have a little comfort and to sleep on a bed.”

“The mattress is fine, Y/N. You should go back to bed and sleep,” he whispers. “You need to go to work in a few hours.” Bucky tries to convince you to leave him be to fight his battle like he used to. Alone.

“I got the next few days off,” you tut. “Now, get up, and come with me.” You get back on your feet and hold out your hand. “Don’t make me wait.”

“You’re persistent,” he laughs now, already feeling a little better. “Give me a minute. I should have a shower and put some clothes on.”

“I don’t mind a half-naked Bucky Barnes in my home,” you grin, but your cheeks heat up. “Get some clothes and follow me. You can have a shower at my place.”

“You really want me in your home, huh?”

“I’ll leave the door open for you,” you look down at Bucky. “How about a hot cocoa and some muffins? I got leftovers from my friend’s baby shower.”

“Doll, I,” he sighs. Bucky wants to stay at his place and fight the demons haunting his dreams, but he knows you’ll not give up, “I’ll be right there. Give me a few minutes.”

When Bucky enters your apartment it smells like chocolate, hot cocoa, and you.

He smiles as his eyes land on the mug you placed on the coffee table, in front of his favorite spot on your couch.

“Hot cocoa is ready, Bucky. I’ll have a muffin for you in a minute,” you coo as Bucky plops down onto your sofa, making it creak. “Here, my I made them with chocolate and love.”

“I know you did,” he says as you sit next to him to put your head on his shoulder. “How was your day, doll.”

“It was nice. My new colleague is kind and invited me for coffee. Jenna’s baby shower was nice too.”

“Y/N, thank you,” Bucky takes the muffin to wolf it down. “I love your food. It tastes like heaven,” he chews audibly. “I don’t remember eating anything better than your food.”

“Bucky?”

“Hmm…yeah?” he takes the mug to take a large swig of the warm cocoa. “Your cocoa tastes so good. It reminds me of my mom. She always made me some when I was sad.”

“Bucky?”

“What is it, doll?”

“You shouldn’t sleep on the ground. And you need to eat better than you do. You’re a free and rehabilitated man now. A hero. Stop treating yourself like they did,” you place your hand on his thigh. “Start with getting a bed.”

“I don’t need a bed. I’m good…really.”

“Fine. Then you’ll sleep at my place from now on,” he chokes on the cocoa. “I got a big and comfy bed. Enough space for the both of us, and so many pillows and blankets.”

“What? I-“

“Eat up, and drink your hot cocoa. I’ll lock the door, and then we are going to sleep.”

“Doll?”

Bucky watches you get up from the couch. You press a soft kiss to his temple and sigh. “No talking back, Bucky. You will sleep here or buy a bed. Your choice.”

“Left or right, Bucky?” you point at the bed.

Bucky enters your bedroom. He looks around, checking it out. He hums and walks around a little before looking at the bed again.

“You’re looking for the best spot to attack an intruder, right?” you smirk. “See, I’m learning.”

“I’ll go for right. I can attack anyone entering your bedroom and protect you best,” he nods to himself.

“Alright. You can have the right side, Bucky. It’s all yours. But,” you give him a pointed look, “you are not going to steal my blanket.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Bucky grins as you kick off your slippers. “Did you lock the door?”

“I did, Sergeant Barnes,” you shoot Bucky a wink before you finally lay down on your bed to get some sleep. “Let’s get some sleep.”

“Alright, alright,” Bucky strips off his clothes, only leaving his boxer briefs and shirt on. He watches you snuggle in your pillow as he lies next to you. “Goodnight, doll.”

“Goodnight, Bucky.”

You feel warm when you wake; too warm. “Doll,” Bucky mutters behind you. He’s still fast asleep as you slowly wake from your slumber.

“Bucky.”

You smile as he must’ve wrapped his arms around your body in his sleep. Now he’s pressed up against you, holding you gently in his arms.

“Doll…Y/N.”

He mutters in his sleep.

You close your eyes again, willing yourself to not fall asleep again. If you want anything, it’s to feel his warmth surround you for a little longer.

Until now, Bucky and you didn’t cross that line yet. It’s not that you didn’t give him hint here and there. Bucky is just too scared to lose you.

His friend. His shelter. His doll.

“Doll,” he wiggles behind you, slowly waking up. “Morning, Y/N.”

“Morning, Bucky,” you hold your breath when he presses a soft kiss to your neck. “Did sleep well?”

“I slept very well,” he husks in your ear. His voice is still a little rough from his sleep as he whispers your name.

“If you want to, you can sleep here every night and,” you clear your throat, “you can come over every day.”

“I can use the key you gave me,” Bucky says. “Maybe we can spend the weekend together. I got to help Sam with something today, but I’m off duty for the next few days. If I get lucky.”

“It’s a date, Mr. Barnes,” you giggle as he peppers soft kisses all over your neck.

“It’s a date, doll…”

“No…wait…” you giggle as Bucky attacks once again. He pushes you onto the couch to tickle your sides. “No…I’m ticklish…ah…no! That’s not fair.”

“Aw, doll. You are going to laugh a little more,” he smirks as you push against his shoulders. He’s so strong, and you can’t fight him. “If you admit that I’m the best tickler, I’ll let you go.”

“Y-ou,” he laughs as you squeak and whimper, “you are the best tickler, Bucky.”

“Good,” he stops tickling you for a moment. He hums and crawls on top of you to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Now, tell me what you want.”

He looks down at you. Waiting.

“I want you to move in with me, Bucky. You are at my place when you are at home. We share my bed and everything else. I don’t want you to sleep on that mattress again.”

“What else do you want?” he runs the tip of his nose along your neck, making you moan. “Doll, say it.”

“I want you,” you grip his muscular arms tightly. “I want…” you want to look away, but Bucky presses his lips to yours. “I want you and me to be more than friends.”

He pecks your lips. “Doll, I decided the moment you offered food to me that I’m going to make you my girl…”

You smile. “I was your girl the moment we met, Bucky.”

“I knew it,” he sniffs. His brows furrow as something else than your scent and perfume fill his nostrils. “Doll, fuck.”

“OH NO! We forgot the cookies!” You cry.

“Shit,” Bucky moves faster than you can blink. He runs toward the kitchen, cursing as you slowly get up to follow him on wobbling legs. “Burned…all of them.”

He sighs.

“Don’t worry,” you wrap your arms around him from behind, “we can make more. Let’s throw these away and, tomorrow, we bake new Christmas cookies…”

Part 3 >> Burned Pancakes

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[gghalcyon]

Halcyon Echoes Vault

I'm Gigi (she/her) and I write fanfiction for various fandoms which you can check out at Ao3. I post and cross-post current obsessions here, along with stories I've written about my favorite characters. Requests are always open.

CALL OF DUTY (COD) STORIES

MULTI-CHAPTER

Textuals: König x F!Reader | Rated: Explicit | Chapters: P1, P2, P3, P4, P5, P6, P7. | When König is away on missions, the only thing that tethers him to you is the text messages you exchange. These are the texts and memories tied to them ranging from romantic sweet nothings to mutual fantasies.

Fierce Hearts: König x F!Original Character | Rated: Explicit | Chapters: C1, C2, C3, C4, C5, C6. | König returns from the battlefield and back to civilian life, adrift and alone, until he meets Serene and find begin an unexpected romance.

ONE-SHOTS AND DRABBLE

Confession: König x F!Reader | Rated: Explicit | One-shot | König growled against the skin of your neck, and you shivered as he swept his lips from your shoulder to your ear and murmured, "You're perfection. Hot and eager just for me."

Love Me Rough: König x F!Reader | Rated: Explicit | One-shot | König gives you precisely what you want. Rough. Crazed. And everything in between. Until you are screaming his name.

The Floor Can Wait: König x F!Original Character | Rated: Explicit | One-shot | König loves spanking her, followed by a bath where she ends up on top, water splashing all over the bathroom floor as she rides him. The floor can wait.

My Sweet One: König x F!Original Character | Rated: Explicit | One-shot | König doesn't just lean in for a taste. No – he devours her until she sees stars. Then he calls her his Meine Süße (my sweet one).

A Promise Made: König x F!Original Character | Rated: Explicit | One-shot | König doesn't do one-night stands. "You are incredible," he whispered in her ear. "I can't wait to make you feel like this again." That was a promise.

NIGHTSHADE (F!OC) x KÖNIG

Nightshade's Character Profile: Original Female Character | Rated: General | My profile for my original female character named Gia "Nightshade" Matthews.

König Headcanon Character Profile: Headcannon | Rated: General | My head-canon profile of König, including his name, and how he looks underneath the mask.

MISC. FANDOMS STORIES

A Taste So Sweet: Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson | Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier | Rating: Mature | Words: Part 1/1 (2.3K Words) | Synopsis: Bucky Barnes gets a bewitching Halloween treat when Sarah Wilson appears at his doorstep, her face lit up with a brilliant smile. “Trick r’ treat!” she said, as their eyes met in a knowing.

The Sweetest Risk: Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson | Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier | Rating: General | Words: Part 1/1 (1.0K Words) | Synopsis: Bucky Barnes shoots his shot and finally ask Sarah Wilson on a date.

Delicious: Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson | Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier | Rating: General | Words: Part 1/1 (706 Words) | Synopsis: Bucky Barnes and Sarah Wilson go on a coffee date on a rainy day.

The Hit: Harley Quinn x Victor Szasz | Fandom: Gotham (TV) | Rating: Explicit | Words: Part 1/3 (7,757 Words) | AO3 Link | | Synopsis: How would Harley Quinn (Suicide Squad) fall in love with Victor Szasz (Gotham TV)? Here's how.

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[morguevampire]

(Un) Fortunate Encounters -Chapter 1

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summary:  You already had enough shit to deal with in your life and probably could have done without bumping into a wanted Sokovian terrorist/criminal by accident. Of course this random encounter had to turn into a whole new mess but could it perhaps turn into something beautiful?

warnings/tags: fluff, smut, angst, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of torture, drinking, mild alcoholism, dark themes, slow build romance, not really Stockholm syndrome but that’s up for interpretation 

chapters: 1/?

word count: 1.062k 

pairings: Helmut Zemo x fem!Reader

author’s note: Hallöchen und Willkommen zurück!  I haven't posted anything in ages but I suppose I am back with quite a challenge for myself: a multi-chapter Zemo fic? I will try my best to actually finish this story and post (semi) regularly - in case people are actually interested. Please excuse the kind of cryptic summary. I have the story more or less planned out but I am quite spontaneous so I might just switch stuff around. Already working on the next two chapters tho :)

 As always, English is not my mother tongue so I am happy for any corrections concerning spelling, grammar and general sense-making. Also let me know what you think in general and if you are interested at all in me continuing this work. Thank you and Tschüsseldorf

You can also find this work on https://archiveofourown.org/works/43158162/chapters/108466263

Chapter One: Strangers

It must have been last Tuesday, you recall, while one of the detectives presses play on the security footage that they are showing you. You were storming out of the bank, you somehow managed to block your credit card and you were in a rush since you had to go fix it during your lunch break. God forbid you took an absence from work for stuff like this, your boss was an asshole.

You bumped into a guy on your way out, which you didn’t even fully register but apparently it was the worst thing you could have done because you’re currently sitting in an interrogation room of the fucking FBI because of it. The two detectives not so quietly knocked on your door this morning, all but dragging you out of your apartment – you were seen with a wanted criminal and brought in for questioning, while your apartment was being searched by forensics.

It’s now been almost two hours of “How do you know Baron Helmut Zemo?” and “What did he say to you?”. He apparently escaped prison again and was on the run leaving basically no traces. You told them time and time again that yeah, you knew who he was… from the news… but that you really didn’t recognize him bumping into you and had already forgotten the encounter a minute after it happened, so caught up in your own shitshow of a life. At least after the 10th time of trying to make it clear that you did not KNOW the guy they followed a different strategy in questioning you.

“Please, Miss, close your eyes for us and try to recall the moment. We really need details to get a lead on finding the bastard.”

You did as you were told. It was difficult; the fluorescent lights of the room already giving you a headache and the atmosphere rigid and uncomfortable but you really tried going back to that moment in your mind.

You remembered rushing out of the door of the bank. Not too many people were around. You were looking at your phone, checking the time to see you needed to be back at work in 10 minutes when suddenly you full on pumped into a guy in a dark purple sweater and gray baseball cap. Your phone slipped out of your hand and you remember that he bent down to pick it up at the same time as you. He mumbled a quiet “apologies”. He was quicker to grab your phone, handing it to you with a simple “Are you ok?” while intensely staring at your face, slightly tilting his head. Remembering now you could probably verify he had an accent, but it could have also just been that you now knew that a Sokovian terrorist asked you that question. You mumbled a quick “yeah, yeah no worries” and got up quickly. In your memory the exchange lasted maybe a few seconds but seeing it on the security footage it seemed to take ages until you were on your feet again heading away from the man. He even turned around to watch you storm off and quickly disappeared himself.

You could kind of understand why the FBI was suspicious about the encounter but you really did not have any useful information. Eventually, in combination with the lack of evidence in your apartment, they recognized you were a dead end and let you leave, simply warning you to stay in the country and to tell them should you remember anything useful.

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Once you got home you collapsed on your couch. The apartment felt strange, knowing just mere hours ago a team of men in white suits basically took it apart, looking for any kind of evidence that tied you to the man that bombed the UN.

You let out a big sigh that turned into a grunt and rubbed your eyes. You were exhausted and pissed off and maybe also a little bit scared. You couldn’t shake the feeling off that this wasn’t a simple accidental running into some stranger. This man was a mastermind. A villain. He had the brains to take out the avengers and yet he makes the mistake of bumping into some random woman all while getting caught on a security camera. What was he even doing at the bank?

Thoughts kept circling around in your head and what’s the thing a mindful, responsible adult with a good coping mechanism does in that situation? Pour a glass of wine and do some research on google. At least it was Friday night, so you had the whole weekend to come up with weird conclusions and maybe take one or the other semi-drunk nap. You opened your browser and in a Bella from Twilight kind of way simply googled “Helmut Zemo”. Random articles popped up, some pictures of him during his arrest and as with any brutal criminal there was of course a whole community of people romanticizing him. You looked down on his “fans” for justifying his actions but did you blame them for finding Helmut Zemo attractive – not really. You had to recall how he looked at your face while picking up your phone, brown eyes staring intensely into your own while a deep, quiet voice asked you if you were ok. And that’s when you shut your laptop and slumped back in your seat, groaning once again because what the fuck. Were you really that desperate and deprived of attention from the male species that you would let your thoughts go into that direction. No. It was time for bed, even if that just meant staring at the ceiling for however long it took exhaustion to overpower your restless mind.

The next morning you couldn’t really remember how you got into your pajamas or whether you brushed your teeth but your mind was still full of images of him. Coffee should help, you figured. You stared absently at your little Italian moka pot, contemplating the day’s activities when a loud crash suddenly erupted. Almost as if somebody just smashed down your front door. You startled, froze on the spot and became extremely scared. Was it the FBI again? Have they found something after all? Something that you weren’t even aware of? You were just about to turn around when something heavy hit the back of your head.

And everything went back.

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[buckyismybicycle]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson [AO3 Link] Rating: Explicit Tags/Warnings: Thigh Riding, Grinding, Dirty Talk, Coming in Pants Summary: “Want something?” “Don’t stop,” Bucky demands, his eyes half-lidded, pulling Sam closer and riled up just the way Sam wanted. “Now ride.”

For @buckybarnesbingo​ K4: “Thighs” and @winterfalconevents​ Bingo B1: “Thighs”

“Sam!” Bucky hisses while his eyes dart around to make sure they weren’t being watched. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Sam replies smoothly. That “nothing” includes pressing into Bucky, his hands firmly on Bucky’s chest. Straddling one of Bucky’s thighs means he’s able to wedge his own leg between Bucky’s in exchange.

“Sure doesn’t look like nothing,” Bucky mutters, though he’s not exactly doing anything to stop Sam.

“How observant.” Sam pulls back just enough to look at Bucky. Enough to show that he is deadly serious. Enough to see if Bucky’s on board.

Bucky follows — and nips Sam’s lip for the sassy remark. “Can you really not wait until we get home?”

Sam leans to the right and peers down the empty hallway of the venue they’re in, waiting for their target. The movement lets him press his thigh into Bucky some more, trying to work him up.

“It’s not like there’s anything else happening,” Sam answers with a small shrug. He leans in and kisses just below Bucky’s ear, hands sliding from Bucky’s chest to his hips as Bucky lets out the smallest of gasps. “But if you’d rather we just stand around doing nothing…”

Sam abruptly removes his hands, and that gets Bucky’s attention.

“This is a terrible idea,” Bucky grumbles, even as he pulls Sam back to him.

Sam laughs softly as he kisses the corner of Bucky’s mouth. “Yeah, such a terrible idea, I can see you fighting it so hard.”

“Shut up,” Bucky murmurs against Sam’s lips before they both lose themselves in the kiss.

Even if their target was standing three inches from them, they wouldn't notice, so absorbed in each other and their roaming hands.

Sam reaches Bucky’s stirring cock, groping.

“We’re not — getting caught — with our — pants down,” Bucky manages between their frantic kisses.

“Who said anything about taking our pants off?” Sam asks, tone mischievous in a way that makes Bucky’s heart jump and beat a little faster.

“Oh?” Bucky pulls back, searching Sam’s face for a hint

“Babe, I could get off right here, right now, on your thigh alone.”

Bucky nearly chokes at the way Sam’s voice lowers, all sultry in his ear when there’s barely any space between them. Instinctually, he pulls Sam in, kissing down the smooth, long column of Sam’s neck being presented to him. “Fuck, don’t you start somethin’ you can’t finish, sweetheart.”

Sam lets out a small gasp in Bucky’s ears, and his cock twitches in his pants. In lieu of a response, Sam leans back to look Bucky in the eyes and grinds down on the muscular thigh with purpose.

It makes Bucky swallow dryly, entranced by the little show that only he is privy to. “God, you’re beautiful…”

It’s a low murmur, his words trailing off when Sam repeats the motion, hiking himself higher up on Bucky’s leg. “Have I ever told you how much your thighs turn me on?”

Bucky’s dizzy with want, wrapping an arm around Sam’s waist while the other smooths up and down Sam’s leg encouragingly. He squeezes above Sam’s knee while he adjusts his stance, his leg flexing under Sam as he does.

Sam groans softly as he brings his hips down at the same time. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about, baby. Lookit all this muscle here, mmm.” He rests a hand in front of his own crotch, fingers digging into the meat of Bucky’s thigh with no regard for how hard he’s doing it. He knows Bucky can take it and so much more.

“Sam.” Bucky’s voice sounds wrecked and breathless already, aching in his pants with each rub of Sam’s leg between his.

“Yeah, Buck,” Sam coos, his free hand sliding down Bucky’s chest all the way to his waistband. He teasingly stays there a moment before cupping Bucky through the front of his pants. “Want something?”

“Don’t stop,” Bucky demands, his eyes half-lidded, pulling Sam closer and riled up just the way Sam wanted. “Now ride.”

“Yes, sir,” Sam teases as his face breaks out in a smile. He squeezes Bucky’s clothed erection gently, moving in time with his own hips, grinding and rolling them as he builds a steady rhythm. “So hot, baby, ungh. I could ride you all day.”

Bucky stares at Sam in awe, whose face displays all the signs of pleasure, all the signs of coming soon. “Yeah? Show me. Come for me, like this.”

Sam groans again, forehead resting on Bucky’s shoulder as he doubles down, hands now anchored around Bucky’s neck. “I’m gonna — fuck, I’m gonna — soon.”

Bucky’s mind is in a bit of frenzy at the way Sam’s voice cracks, and he pushes up against Sam, kissing his temple before doing his best to get Sam to the finish line. “I can feel it, love. Almost there. You’re driving me insane, you know that? Can’t believe you couldn’t wait until we got home, where I could fuck you properly…Open you up nice and slow with my tongue before I sink into you —”

“Buck,” Sam cries out quietly as his body tenses despite him still desperately humping Bucky’s leg. When he comes, it’s with trembling legs and fingers digging into Bucky’s bicep. He leaves a little wet mark where his mouth had clamped down on Bucky’s shoulder, leaning his full weight on Bucky.

“Jesus Christ,” Bucky curses, automatically holding Sam up, coming down from his own high. His hand runs up and down Sam’s back soothingly as goosebumps form where Sam’s hot breath tickles his neck. “You did so good, sweetheart.”

“Mmm,” Sam hums, his body loose and relaxed. He doesn’t even care about the sticky feeling in his pants, which should be incredibly uncomfortable but doesn’t faze him in the slightest right now. He’s wanted to ride Bucky’s thigh forever, and this feels like a victory. Reaching for Bucky’s fly to return the favour, he’s surprised when Bucky stops him.

“Home,” Bucky growls. “I’m gonna do everything I just said.”

Definitely a victory.

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[chkemo]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Joaquín Torres Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Captain America Sam Wilson, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Protective Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson Needs a Hug, Sam Wilson-centric Summary:

Appalled at Sam's absurd assumption, Bucky couldn’t hide the emotion coloring his words. “I notice everything about you, Sammy, but if you’re not ready right now, I get that. But you gotta promise me that you won’t keep neglecting yourself. You gotta eat and take it easy once in a while. Let the cops handle the little stuff, ya know. You’re too important to me-the world,” he added hastily, “please start taking care of yourself. And if you don’t want to talk to me, please don’t keep whatever’s bothering you bottled up inside. Promise me, Sam.”

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[aliitvodeson]

After Testimony, The Reward by aliitvodeson

No Archive Warnings Apply, Sharon Carter/Helmut Zemo, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Helmut Zemo, Mentioned Sam Wilson, Mentioned Peggy Carter, Not Peggy Carter Friendly, Power Broker Sharon Carter (Marvel), Ficlet, Post-Canon, Femdom, Fade to Black, start of a kink scene, and then it just happens off scene and the fic ends, you can fill in the imagination yourself cause the author got lazy, slight implications of Mommy Kink

Sharon has endured the destruction of what she thought was her life’s work, the absolute gut wrenching betray when she learned the woman who had gotten her into this had caused it with delight, being abandoned by her only friends, and untold torture when her enemies caught up to her. There are very few things that can make her smile. But this moment? Zemo, on his knees in her apartment, gazing up at her, begging?

Sharon smiles, and leans down to kiss him on the forehead.

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[sarifinasnightmare]

Going off of your comment to this post of kine here, what types of prompts do you feelblike would stimulate your creativity to flow? What fandom or character, genre or trope? 👀 I'm interested in sending any amount you're wanting

@palettesofrenaissance-main

I'm still in TFAWS mind, but I've been thinking of branching into Sarah Wilson X Steve Rogers or Sam Wilson X Steve Rogers just to dip my toes into gay fanfiction waters. Maybe even Natasha X Wanda since I've had them as background relations before. The prompt has to be something different from what I've done before. Maybe weird or a little crazy.

[munsons-maiden]

𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐡 (𝟏/𝟐)

A short little drabble that came to my mind and I just needed to write it down. The reader is gender neutral.

I hope you enjoy -

Love, Kiki 🖤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 |  Helmut Zemo x gender neutral reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 |  Hiraeth: a longing for a home, a place, or a feeling that no longer exists or never existed.  

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 |  700 k  

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 |  none despite for a bit of angst and heavy swooning over Zemo

Flashbacks are written in italics  

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡  

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝🖤

There are the deepest, darkest hours of the night in which usual boundaries become blurred, and we grow more perceptive of the truths we carry in our souls, the secrets we bury in the deepest recesses of our hearts. But in these few hours of night, when darkness shrouds us and tiredness seeps through our bones, those secrets and truths creep to the surface, leaving their graves like ghosts to haunt us with the things we’d never admit to ourselves and others beneath the light of day.

It was this time of the night now. The lights in Zemo’s private jet had been extinguished and the sky beyond the windows was black and starless. Sam and Bucky were deeply asleep in their seats at the front of the jet, as was Zemo in the seat opposite of you. The only soul wide awake was you – and, hopefully, the pilot – but no matter how much you needed a few hours of sleep after the stay in Madripoor and the action that would await once you’d touch ground in Riga, sleep avoided you. Because even when your body was tired, your mind was racing.

Your eyes drifted towards the sleeping Baron, despite your inner voice telling you not to; that watching him sleep was an intrusion. But you couldn’t help it. In the embrace of sleep, Helmut Zemo looked so peaceful, a serenity on his handsome features that he didn’t display in his waking hours. The only source of light were the glowing lines on the floor and the ceiling of the jet, illuminating his features, accentuating the soft line of his cheekbones. He looked so vulnerable, his eyelids fluttering as softly as a moth’s wings and you couldn’t help but wonder what he was dreaming. Did he still dream of the happiest moments with his family before that happiness had been torn away from him? Or was it a nightmare plaguing him, replaying the worst day of his life over and over again? No, you decided. Whatever dream he was having right now, it wasn’t an unpleasant one. Only now did you notice how long his eyelashes were, brushing against his cheekbones.

His hair, usually immaculately combed back, was tousled, dark strands brushing against his forehead. You suppressed the overwhelming urge to brush those strands from his face, to feel if his hair was as soft as it looked. To tangle your fingers in those dark strands when you pulled him towards you so his lips would meet yours…

Don’t, a little voice warned in your mind. Don’t dream too far. Even if he felt the same feelings that you started harbouring for him in the past days, the outcome would always be a broken heart. Because he’s a criminal, and you’re an Avenger. Because he’s the villain. But how could someone as villainous as him look that beautiful and serene in his sleep? The way your heart leapt whenever his gaze met yours, the way his smug little smile made your pulse quicken and your legs weak…it could not be. The only thing you had were these few stolen moments, watching him sleep. And so, you refrained from averting your gaze.

You thought about a word you’d once read in a poetry book. Hiraeth. It was Welsh, and there was no direct translation for it. It was a feeling, of missing something that had never been yours in the first place, the way one missed a beautiful dream when the first rays of the rising sun tore it away from you. When you’d stumbled across the word, you couldn’t understand how it was possible to miss something so deeply, so achingly, despite never having experienced it, that had never even belonged to you. Now you did.

Deep in your thoughts, you realized too late that Zemo had woken, and his dark hazel eyes had found yours, catching you staring at him unabashedly. A soft smile was tugging at the corner of his lips, devoid of the amusement and slyness usually glittering in his eyes. No, the intensity in his gaze made you fear he knew exactly what you’d been contemplating, and you were grateful for the near darkness surrounding you so he couldn’t see the expression of longing as you’d watched him. Neither of you said a word, and right then, in the deep of the night, you allowed yourself the stolen moment of gazes shared. Of your darkest, deepest longing exposed before dawn would break and you’d banish it again, bury it deep in your heart for another day.

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[barnesand]

Did I just make a whole-ass blog purely to post all of my bucky barnes fanfiction??

Yes, yes I did.

I will also be posting my Loki fiction here with NO SHAME

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[elusivewildflower]

Girls Night Out

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: A girls night out with friends to celebrate finally being single again turns into being walked home by the guy who’s eyes you kept catching.

Warnings: cursing, drinking, smut, oral (f receiving), penetration, reallllyy slow at first. I’m sorry. 

Word Count: 5.3K

A/N: Please, be easy on me. This is my first time writing fanfiction in....years. I also intended for this to be much shorter...but that did not happen. (Feedback is more than welcomed, though!)

MINORS DNI

The volume of the club music was already loud enough outside to give a normal person a headache, and Bucky grimaced when the door opened to let more patrons in. He and Sam were only a few people away from being let inside. He turned his attention over to his so-called friend, “Remind me again why we’re here?” He questioned in an exasperated tone. 

“Because we need a night to relax, and I’ve heard that this is the right place to be,” Sam responded with a smirk pulling at his lips, his elbow tapping at Bucky’s side gently. 

Bucky couldn’t help but scoff in response, “I can think of plenty of other ways to relax. You owe me for this.” 

Sam only laughed in response, taking several steps forward to close the gap between them and those that were let in before them. They only waited for a second more before the bouncer ushered for them to enter. 

Different colored strobe lights flickered around the room, the club not having any sort of lighting except for those white and neon colors. The volume of the music seemed to increase with every step further into the door, the bass reverberating right through Bucky’s entire being. It wasn’t anything that he recognized, the music a bit too modern for his tastes, not to mention that it seemed to be several songs remixed together. His steel blue orbs flitted around the room, following directly behind Sam as his friend pushed past all of the club-goers to make their way to the bar. 

It seemed the bar was the only section of the club that had normal lighting, though it was dimmed by several levels. It was just bright enough to be able to see those that stood all around the rather large and expansive counter. It lined the entire back wall of the club, giving everyone that stood around a perfect view of the dance floor. Bucky’s eyes glanced around the dance floor as he and Sam found an open spot at the bar, surveying all of the people that were losing themselves to the music. 

Seemingly not finding anyone interesting upon the floor, aside from those that had had a bit too much to drink—their loose and carefree dance moves being the telltale sign. Bucky went back to scanning all of the faces that currently adorned the bar. This time, something did happen to catch his attention. A trio that was dressed in all sparkles, currently raising their shot glasses up into the air for a toast. Of course, they weren’t the only ones that were dressed in sparkles that night—but they were the only ones that had caught his eye thus far. 

“To finally dumping that asshole!” Cheered one of your best friends, lifting her drink into the air, encouraging you to toast to her words. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at her words, raising your shot of choice into the air, clinking all three of your glasses together before knocking the liquor back. You scrunch your face up at the burn that radiated all of the way down into your stomach, a curse word falling from your lips in response. “Well, that’ll speed things up,” You commented with a laugh, placing the now empty shot glass upon the bar. Your friends nodded their heads in agreement, each of them still shaking off their grimaces from the burn of the liquor. 

It was your first Girls’ Night Out since breaking up with your shitty ex-boyfriend. The one who always started a fight when you came home from these nights, fully believing that you only went out to cheat on him. You shook your head slightly, as if trying to shake yourself from your thoughts and the bad feelings that were rising. This night wasn’t about him anymore, this night was about you. You and your friends, and you weren’t going to let him ruin one more minute of it. 

“First drink’s on me!” You shouted above the excruciatingly loud music, knowing that when you left for the night your ears would be ringing. Your friends cheered enthusiastically, one of them catching the attention of the bartender and ordering your usuals. As you wait for your drink to arrive, you let your eyes wander around the club. A feeling of excitement crept up from inside of you, forming goosebumps on your skin. This was your first night of fun and dancing where you could take a guy home without a single regret—or at least you hoped. Your sober self might feel differently the next morning, but that was the next morning problem. 

As your drinks arrived, you didn’t hesitate to start sipping it down. You needed a buzz to form if you were going to have the courage to do what you planned for tonight. Your attention was momentarily distracted by one of your friends being pulled off to the dance floor by a guy that could only be described as tall, dark, and handsome. You shot her a wink as she was escorted away, being left with just your other friend, who had been scanning the club with her eyes just as you had been seconds ago. As you returned to your previous activity, your eyes instantly landed upon a man that was across the bar from you, and his eyes were already on you. A shiver raked down your spine from the intense gaze, and your cheeks already began to flush. How were you ever going to accomplish taking a man home, if you couldn’t even keep yourself from being flustered just from meeting someone’s gaze? 

You didn’t have time to think over that issue, as a hand tapped upon your shoulder. You jumped slightly out of surprise, twisting yourself to face whoever it was that had touched you. A green-eyed, blonde-haired man stood in front of you, his hand outstretched for you to take and lead you away to the dance floor. You gave one last glance over towards the dark and mysterious stranger before letting yourself be whisked away to the middle of the room. A dance and a free drink wouldn’t hurt, would it? 

Bucky was already on his second beer when he watched you be whisked away to the dance floor. He watched as your second friend was pulled away to dance shortly after you had been, and then as the other returned to the bar, the guy she had been dancing with ordered a drink. Dark brows furrowed a bit in confusion, as it seemed to be something he had been noticing the entire time he was there. A girl wanders off to dance, and after a song or two, they return to the bar for a drink. He nudged Sam, who somehow seemed to still be by his side. “Are they paying for the dance by buying them drinks?” He asked, his head turned towards Sam and his voice raised to be heard over the music. 

“Yeah, I probably should’ve explained that. You ask a girl to dance, she says yes, you dance a song or two, and then you get her a free drink.” He explained, finishing off his second beer before clapping Bucky on his shoulder. “Speaking of which, I’m gonna go find myself a girl,” He paused for a moment, adding on a quick, “You should too,” with a smirk before he wandered off. 

Bucky heaved out a sigh, though was unable to keep the grin off of his face as he watched Sam approach a girl and within seconds have her headed towards the dance floor. As he watched them get lost in the sea of people, he immediately shifted his attention towards finding you. His eyes scanned the dance floor and a slight frown formed upon his face as he hadn’t caught a glimpse of your sparkly outfit. His blue orbs darted back around the bar, and he was immediately rewarded with your visage. This time, there was a new drink in your hand, and you were surrounded by your friends once more. Your eyes met his for a few moments before another guy approached your trio. Bucky unknowingly held his breath, that is, until the guy whisked away one of your friends back to the dance floor. He cursed underneath his breath and lifted his beer to his lips to finish it off. “Guess it’s now or never,” He muttered near silently, pushing himself away from the bar. 

After your attention had been drawn away by your friend being whisked off for yet another dance, you returned your gaze to Mr. Mysterious across the bar. Except, this time, he was not standing where he was last. Your brows furrowed as your eyes scanned the nearby vicinity for him, your lips wrapped around the straw of your drink as you sipped slowly. Suddenly, your eyes found the familiar leather-jacket clad man in the sea of people. You nearly choked on your drink, he was pushing his way through the crowd towards you. 

“Fuck,” You cursed aloud, accidentally catching the attention of the friend that hadn’t been whisked back away to the dance floor yet. 

“What?” She asked, leaning closer towards you so that she could hear you better over the music. 

You nudged her gently and raised a hand to point at the man that had you in mind as his destination. When her eyes met his figure, a gasp escaped from her, followed shortly by a squeal of excitement. “He’s hot!” 

You shook your head and laughed at her response. Well, she wasn’t wrong. Feeling a need for a bit more courage, you quickly sipped down the remnants of your third, or fourth, drink. You had lost count, honestly. You finished your drink in perfect time, setting the empty plastic cup on the bar right when his ungloved hand tapped upon your bare shoulder. Sucking in a quick breath to ease your nerves, you twisted yourself to face him. That breath caught in your throat upon viewing him up close. My God. He was hotter than you had realized. Steel blue eyes that were currently taking in your form, just as you were doing to him. His leather jacket attire was only slightly out of place compared to the other club-goers, but the gloved left hand was a bit odd. 

“Care to dance, doll?” His deep and gruff voice boomed over top of the music, his ungloved hand extended for her to take. 

It took longer than you wished to admit to find your voice, your head bobbing up and down in agreement as you slipped your soft hand into his calloused one. “Yeah,” You finally managed, a smile now gracing your features. 

A charming grin now pulled at his own lips as he led you towards the middle of the floor. His eyes caught Sam, now dancing with another girl, and he shot him a wink. Sam’s face mimicked one of shock, surprised that his friend had actually taken his advice. He gave him a subtle thumbs up that neither of the ladies caught, but had Bucky chuckling under his breath. 

Has he ever danced like this before? No, but it couldn’t be that hard. He had been watching everyone for over an hour now, and he used to dance back in his day. He just had to listen to the music and follow the beat….Yeah, that was it. His hands made their way to your hips, just as yours wrapped around his neck loosely. His right leg slotted itself in between your legs as you began to move to the music together, the alcohol doing wonders for the both of you, his right hand slipping lower until it was resting on the top of your ass. 

“What’s your name, Doll?” He spoke into your ear, his hot breath fanning upon your neck. 

“(Y/N),” You responded, tilting your head upwards as you spoke, the height difference between you finally beginning to show. “Yours?” 

“Bucky,” He replied, his right hand squeezing the flesh of your ass as you accidentally brushed your clothed core against his thigh. He blamed it on his lack of experience with this kind of dancing, you blamed it on the one-too-many drinks you had already had. 

The two of you had joined the dance floor in the midst of a song, and as it switched over to one with a different rhythm, you spun around in his grasp. You kept one arm raised, hand resting behind you on his neck, as you arched your back and swayed your hips against his crotch. It took everything in him not to moan at the unexpected, and new, contact. He tried to correct himself rather quickly, picking up with the new rhythm of the song, but you hadn’t missed his moment of shock. 

His cock stirred within his jeans, and he prayed to whatever God was listening that he could keep himself calm enough that you wouldn’t notice. His grip upon your hips had tightened significantly, not that you minded, and his hips would occasionally brush against your ass whenever you circled your hips a bit too far backwards. He had never danced like this before, it was so different from what he was used to, but it was exhilarating all the same. He could see why Sam had brought him here, though he still wouldn’t quite call it relaxing. Relaxing is sitting in a quiet bar and sipping one too many beers before heading home. This, this was stirring something within him that he hadn’t felt in quite a while. Their bodies moved together so perfectly, well, as perfectly as they could for too tipsy people. 

As the second song began to meld into a third, you stood back to your full height and spun back around to face Bucky. You gave him a quick smile before leaning up to murmur into his ear, “I think I’m all danced out for the night.”

He raised a brow, nodding his head and eyeing you over. He leaned himself down to speak directly into your ear, just as he had earlier. “What can I get you to drink?” 

His breath fanning upon your neck caused a shiver to wrack through your body, something he certainly noticed. You bit down upon your bottom lip, shaking your head. “I’ve already had too many tonight, but thank you. I think it’s about time for me to head home.” 

As you spoke your words, you tore your eyes away from his captivating gaze and began to search for your friends. Several moments passed, and you still couldn’t find them, your brows furrowing and plump lips forming into a pout. Bucky’s hands still hadn’t removed themselves from your hips, his bottom lip tucking between his teeth as he stared down at your pouting lips. He shook himself out of it long enough to realize you were searching for your friends, and his skilled eyes scanned the room quickly. His own brows furrowed when he didn’t seem to catch a glimpse of them. When he turned his attention back towards you, you had your phone out and were staring down at a notification on your phone. 

Your pout seemed to deepen as you read the texts from your friends. They had left you, something about the one finding a guy to take home, and the other desperately needed to sleep for work in the morning. They hadn’t wanted to ruin your chance with Mr. Mysterious, now known as Bucky. You glanced back up towards Bucky, realizing he was now looking down at your phone as well. Your cheeks flushed as you imagined him reading the texts. “Uh, they both left me. I don’t live too far, I’ll just walk myself home.” You stated aloud, the last bit more aimed towards yourself as you came to the realization that you’d be leaving the club alone. 

“I’ll walk you,” Came Bucky’s immediate reply, beginning to escort you away from the center of the dance floor, his hand still pressed against your hip. There was no way he was going to let her wander off into the night alone, not after admitting to having a few too many drinks. 

You blinked in a bit of shock, not expecting the kind gesture. “Uh,” You stuttered, “Sure.” You smiled gratefully at him, letting him lead you off of the dance floor and out of the club. 

The moment the two of you stepped onto the streets of New York, Bucky audibly sucked in a deep breath and sighed. You raised your brow as he did, the ringing in your ears almost keeping you from catching it. “Too loud for you?” You asked, a small smirk pulling at your lips. 

He let out a breathy laugh, nodding his head. “Yeah, way too loud.” He raised a hand up and rubbed at his ear, placing emphasis on his words. 

You chuckled softly, “You’ll get used to it. The ringing will go away….eventually,” You teased. You had to admit, the reprieve from the music at the end of a night out was always something you cherished. Just as you cherished the cool night air of the city, something that made you happy to live so close by to your favorite spot. His hand moved to the small of your back as you began to walk further and further away from the club, the music finally dropping down to the volume of a low hum. 

Bucky scoffed playfully, “Eventually?” He repeated, a smirk now pulling at his own lips. “I’m going to have permanent ear damage from this,” He joked. 

You couldn’t help but giggle softly, nodding your head. “You’re not exactly wrong.” 

“How much further until we’ve reached your place?” He questioned after a few moments of comfortable silence. 

You rose your head from glancing down at your boots as you walked, taking in your surroundings for a second. “Mm, another block.” 

Bucky nodded his head, returning back to the silent walk for a moment or two before speaking up again. “So, it seemed like you and your friends were celebrating something? I saw you all toasting your shots when I first arrived.”

Your brows furrowed for a moment as you wondered how he had realized that, however a chuckle escaped from you as he explained. You nodded your head. “Ah, yes.” You paused for a moment. “We were celebrating my first night out as a single woman,” You spoke your last two words with emphasis, unable to hold back the chuckle that escaped right afterwards. 

This intrigued Bucky, his brows raising slightly. “Oh? Well, congratulations. I hope you enjoyed yourself.” His hand that was resting upon the small of your back moved to your hip just long enough to give it a quick squeeze. 

A blush formed across your cheeks, your bottom lip tucking in between your teeth once more. “Yes, I did.” You felt your cheeks darken further as you opened your mouth to speak again, “I had actually planned to find someone to take home as a one-night stand,” You joked, a slight laugh escaping from you as you glanced up towards your building, halting your steps. 

Bucky felt as if his breath had caught in his throat for a moment, but thankfully your abrupt stop bought him some time to formulate a response. His tongue swept across his bottom lip, wetting it, before speaking. “Uh, well, I could still be that.” His steel blue orbs were staring directly at your face, awaiting for you to turn your attention back towards him. 

His words had immediately caught your attention, your head whipping to meet your eyes with his. You surveyed his face for a moment, realizing he was being completely serious. Your eyes flickered down to his lips, then back to his eyes. He took this as a sign to step forward, closing the small gap between the two of you. His gloved hand gently took a hold of your jaw, dragging your lips to his. You moaned softly at the feeling of his soft lips against yours, his light stubble brushing against your cheeks. Your opposite hand rose to rest upon the side of his face, the kiss deepening as his tongue forced its way into your mouth. He tasted of the beer he had been drinking all night. You tasted like all of the fruity concoctions of alcohol you had been sipping on. He moaned as his tongue wasted no time in exploring every inch of your mouth, devouring the taste of you, stealing your breaths as his own. 

As the two of you parted for some much needed air, you took a few steps backward to unlock the main entry to your building. He was right behind you, pushing open the heavy door the moment that it had been unlocked. He followed you up the two flights of stairs, eagerly waiting as you dug around for your keys in your small purse, his arms encircling your waist as he placed wet kisses to your exposed neck. His distractions proved to affect your concentration, as you struggled to get your key in the lock and open the door. He was right behind you again, his gloved hand pushing open the door so that you wouldn’t have to. As soon as you were both inside and the door was shut, he had you pinned up against it. Your lips met again, this time much more desperately, and his hands roamed your entire form, before settling upon grabbing handfuls of your plump ass. 

He forced himself to pull away from your lips. “Are you sure about this?” 

You nodded your head, letting out a quiet whimper as his hands gave a tight squeeze to your ass. 

“I need you to use your words, Doll.” He commanded. 

His tone of voice elicited another whimper from you as you felt your arousal begin to dampen your panties. “Yes, I’m sure.” 

Bucky let out a growl as his super soldier senses picked up on the scent of your arousal, and he did not need to be told twice that you were sure. His hands slipped from your ass to beneath the back of your thighs, hiking you up until your legs were wrapped around his thick waist. Your clothed pussy pressed right against his strained erection, eliciting a moan from the both of you. 

His lips pressed against the delicate skin of your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses on any part that he could reach. “Where’s your bedroom?” He muttered against your skin. 

You murmured the response out in between moans, raising a hand to point into the direction that led to your bedroom door. Bucky wasted no time in getting to his new destination. Before you knew it, you were being thrown backwards upon your bed, bouncing a few times as you impacted with the mattress. You sat up upon your elbows and began to scoot further up the bed when Bucky shook his head, grasping you by your ankles and tugging you back to the edge of the bed. A gasp escaped from you from the motion, another following quickly after as he dropped to his knees and began pressing kisses to your inner thighs. You squirmed impatiently in his hold, a soft moan falling from your lips, “Please,” You begged. 

Bucky’s teeth sunk into the soft skin of your thighs, his mouth leaving behind several marks that were sure to stay for several days. “Patience, Doll.” He scolded, his mouth now hovering right over where you needed him most. You squirmed beneath him once more, and his left arm laid across your hips, holding you in place. If you hadn’t already been so desperate for his touch, you would’ve noticed his arm was heavier than what was normal. His hot breath fanned over your clothed pussy, seconds later his tongue pressed flat against the silky material of your underwear. He moaned at the taste of you, and you moaned at the feeling of his tongue right where you needed him. However, it wasn’t enough, and you tried to buck your hips, whining pathetically at the lack of friction. 

He tsked at your response, removing his tongue from your pussy to sink his teeth back into your plushy thigh as punishment. The sharp pain only made you wetter, a moan falling from your lips as your arousal soaked your underwear. He pressed his nose against your clothed pussy, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, doll, you smell amazing.” 

His words elicited a mewl from you, “Please, Bucky, please!” You desperately needed him to touch you, your thighs unable to clench together for some relief due to him laying between them. 

He hummed a response, seemingly deciding to take pity on your desperation. His hands rose up to grasp at your underwear and yank them down your knees, sliding them off of your legs until he could toss them freely somewhere in your bedroom. His hot mouth hovers over your pussy once more, this time finally free of the barrier your underwear produced. His blue eyes are staring directly up at you, your elbows propping your weight up so that you can watch as he pleasures you. His tongue teasingly licks a strip up your folds. Once, twice, three times, before you’re entangling your fingers into his hair, begging him to please stop teasing you. 

He chuckles softly at the sound of you begging him, his lips wrapping around your clit as he gives it a soft, teasing suck. His tongue goes back to lapping up your arousal, his fingers holding you open as he inserts his hot muscle inside of you. Fucking you with his tongue. “Oh, fuck!” You curse openly, your walls already clenching as your orgasm begins to build at a pathetically fast pace. He retracts his tongue from your pussy, moving back to focusing upon your clit, swirling and sucking at the sensitive bud mercilessly. You cry out from the pleasure, your eyes squeezing shut at the intensity. One of his fingers pokes and prods at your entrance, gathering the slick before sliding deep inside, then a second follows. Your mouth falls open in a silent gasp, his finger curling upwards and hitting the spot that makes you see stars behind your eyelids. 

Your thighs quivered around his head, your fingers pulling at the tufts of his hair that they were tangled in. The coil within your lower stomach was beginning to tighten, begging for the pressure to be released. “Bucky, I’m gonna cum,” You whined out. 

His movements slowed slightly, “Already, sweetheart?” He teased, already knowing that you were close from the feeling of your walls fluttering around his fingers. Your only response was a whimper, followed by a louder moan as his tongue resumed flicking at your clit. His fingers increased their pace, angling perfectly to hit your g-spot and drive you over the edge. 

“Cum for me, doll.” He murmured against your pussy. 

His words were the last thing you needed to reach your peak. Your walls clenched around his fingers tightly, as they still pumped in and out of you to milk you of your orgasm. His name fell from your lips like a prayer. His mouth still sucked your clit until you were pushing his head away due to overstimulation. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, however you didn’t have much time, as Bucky quickly repositioned you so that you were on all fours.

 You heard the familiar sound of a belt buckle being undone and his zipper shortly thereafter. Moments later, you felt the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. He teased you by running the head of his cock up and down your slit, purposefully bumping against your still sensitive clit before he lined himself up with your entrance. You hadn’t even gotten a chance to see how large he was, but oh, did you feel it. He pushed himself inside of you with one smooth thrust, burying himself completely in your walls. 

“Oh, Bucky!” You cried out, the familiar burning feeling of being stretched out completely overtaking your senses. He remained still for a few moments, allowing you time to adjust to his length and girth, as well as giving him time to ground himself within your pussy. Even though you had just came, you were extremely tight around him. 

“Fuck, doll,” He groaned out, his hands gripping harshly at your hips. His hold was sure to leave bruises the next morning, but you didn’t care. This was the best you’d ever been fucked, and he’d barely started. 

“Please, move,” You moaned out, trying to push your hips backwards in order to feel the friction that you craved. He complied almost immediately, his hips drawing backwards, only to snap forward once more. The first thrust had moans escaping from the both of you, and soon after he set a brutal pace. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to last long, not even able to remember the last time he enjoyed spending time with a woman. The only sound that filled your apartment, and probably your poor neighbor’s, was that of skin slapping against skin and the wanton moans that fell from your lips. Occasionally, your ears would be graced with the sound of his own moans and groans of pleasure. 

“Fuck, you feel so good. So tight around my cock,” He managed to grit out in between thrusts. His right hand came down to spank your ass cheek harshly, his hand massaging the red mark shortly after. 

You whimpered out in response to the smack against your behind, the sharp pain adding to the immense pleasure that his cock was currently pistoning through you. You could already feel the beginnings of a second orgasm building within the pit of your stomach. His cock was reaching places inside of you that you didn’t even know could be reached. You weren’t even sure if you’d be able to walk the next morning—more than likely not. His right hand left your hip and snaked itself around so that his finger was able to press against your sensitive bud. The pressure alone had you clenching around him, and when he began to trace fast circles around your clit, you were almost done for. 

His cock was beginning to swell and twitch deep inside of you, warning the both of you that his release was just as near as yours. He pressed a bit harsher upon your clit, the speed of his thrusts increasing as he worked towards chasing both of your orgasms. “C’mon, cum for me one more time, princess.” He grunted out. 

 You’d never want to admit just how much the pet names were working for you, but his words were once again the last thing you needed to push you over the edge. Your entire body stilled, your fingers grasping at the covers beneath you so tightly that your knuckles turned white. Your walls fluttered around him so beautifully, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you cried out his name. A few more thrusts and he was cumming with you, his cock swelling and twitching within you as his hot seed coated your walls. His seed never seemed to stop, each twitch of his cock shot another hot rope of cum deep inside of you. After several moments, he was finally finished, his hands finding purchase upon the bed as his forehead dipped to rest upon your back. You were panting beneath him, trying to catch your breath after the best orgasm you’d ever had. Bucky sucked in a breath of air before pulling himself free from you, his seed beginning to drip out and onto the covers now that it had nothing keeping it inside. He pressed a light kiss to your shoulder before he moved to stand before the bed. 

He began to shrug off his leather jacket, having been too excited to have bothered taking it off earlier—just as your dress had simply been hiked up. Though, there was another reason why he had kept it on. As you rolled over onto your back, still catching your breath, he stood there glancing down at you, a small smile on his face. 

“Before round two, I have something to tell you….”

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[morguevampire]

(Un) Fortunate Encounters - Chapter 4

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

Masterlist for this fic

summary:  With your body needing rest you fall into a sort of routine at the Baron's mansion. Which doesn't mean you trust him. It's mostly a back and forth between the two of you.

warnings/tags: fluff, smut, angst, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of torture, drinking, mild alcoholism, dark themes, slow build romance, not really Stockholm syndrome but that’s up for interpretation 

chapter: 4/?

word count: 2.121k

pairings: Helmut Zemo x fem!Reader

author’s note: Hey yo, 

there ya go. Chapter 4! 

Honestly not sure about this chapter but let's just blame it on uni being stressful and my brain being fried. I really tried my best, going over it a few times but at last I figured I'd post it because I was afraid that if I didn't keep up the regular updates I would just abandon this story. 

Let me know what you think! I promise to do better for the next one! Comments, kudos etc. are welcome, as well as feedback :) 

Adios

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It’s almost midday when you wake up the next morning. Your exhaustion completely took over you and you find yourself surprised at having slept soundly through the night. It takes you another good hour of contemplating your life and the current situation until you finally crawl out of the comfort of the warm bed and into the bathroom to freshen up.

Your dreamless slumber and general fatigue didn’t necessarily leave you with much capacity to mull over whether you wanted to accept the invitation of staying with a murderer or strike out on your own and most likely get killed by other murderers but really, perhaps unconsciously you had already made up your mind.

As you head down the stairs towards the living room you find the house quiet and unoccupied. You decide to explore the space, perhaps finding Zemo in the dining room or wherever all the other paths of the mansion led to.

Carefully, almost as if you were an intruder you make your way through the dining room, where just the evening before you had dinner with a god forsaken terrorist. Another door leads into the modern kitchen, fully equipped with appliances you could only afford to dream of and a big island with stools on one side. One wall was lined with full glass, overlooking a lush forest which made you conclude that the house was most likely in the middle of nowhere. You stand in front of the windows, memorized by the scenery when Oeznik quietly enters the room, startling you as he interrupts your daydreaming.

“Would you like a cup of coffee, Miss Y/N?”

You accept eagerly, realizing you haven’t had your coffee fix in almost three days. Oeznik informs you that the Baron was out on an errand. He disappears shortly after handing you your cup and you decide to sit down in the living room once again, staring out of the windows there or roaming through the shelves of books while enjoying your freshly brewed coffee.

You were almost finished when you heard the front door open and close, expecting the Baron to appear shortly after.

“Good morning. I thought I’d get some of your belongings from your apartment so you’d feel more comfortable.”

You stare at the two duffle bags that he hauled onto the couch.

“So, you just assumed I would stay?”

“Aren’t you?”

His condescending tone once again annoying you,´; you challenge him, even though he is right. His whole demeanor oozes arrogance and a know-all attitude which pisses you off, not just on him but on humans in general.

You’re almost too proud to answer him, his face once again wearing a slight smirk.

Most likely with too much force and looking clumsier than you intended it to be, you snatch the two duffle bags and simply mumble a hasty “thanks” before storming off towards your room once again, leaving the Baron to huff out a quiet laugh at your temperament.

In your room you go through the duffle bags. They’re filled to the brim with clothes, surprisingly a lot of your favorites. Toiletries are also neatly packed, which makes you cringe a bit at the thought of this man going through your bathroom. You’re sort of at a loss when you discover your nowadays not so stuffed little plush duck in there. It’s a little greyish thing, used to be white but that was a long time ago, its head not really upright anymore. It’s usually hosted on your bed and you haven’t stopped sleeping with it since you were about five years old. You were oddly sentimental over this thing, holding it in your arms now. It gave you a sort of safety to know you had it with you.

You sort through the rest of the stuff, happy with having a bit of your life back but also unsure as the amount gave you a feeling you’d be staying for longer than you initially hoped.

The only thing that’s really missing in the bags is your phone, or your notebook. You suppose it’s because of the very obvious reason that technical devices would mean communications to the police or the outside world which most likely don’t overlap with the Baron’s plans for you. It still makes you frustrated.

Once you descend the stairs again you find the man who just an hour ago went through your private belongings sitting on the kitchen island, a laptop in front of him.

“I want my phone.”

He looks at you somewhat surprised that you would even dare to ask such a stupid question.

“Not possible.” He scoffs. “At least for now.”

You roll your eyes, once again annoyed and already regretting your decision to even come down here.

When you inquire about the duration of your more or less forced stay, or the progress in his strategy to get his enemies off your back he gives you cryptic, monotone answers. None the wiser and feeling defeated you sit down on one of the high barstools furthest away from him. Once again absently staring out of the window. Out of the corner of your eye you see him shuffling around the kitchen but you completely zoom out and don’t really take in anything he’s saying until a plate with food on it is placed in front of you.

“You should eat.” Is all he says before picking up his laptop, leaving you alone once more.

********

A few uneventful days fly by. In a weird, twisted sort of way your life found a routine. With your body still being in the healing process you spent most of your days sleeping, or dozing in your room. You couldn’t remember the last time in your life you actually had the time to just do nothing. No distractions, no guilty feelings about being unproductive. Even if you wanted to, there was nothing to do. The times you did wander downstairs to pass over the time, you usually found yourself drawn to the book shelves in the living room. Browsing through the titles and mostly being too afraid to touch vintage looking ones.

You were never a crazy reader, but you did go through your phases and always wished for more time for the activity. Often work or general adult-duties kept you from it and the forced technology detox helped you appreciate books more.

The Baron wasn’t around too much. Usually in the morning or rather midday Oeznik would offer coffee and breakfast to you and quickly disappeared out of sight once you sat down on the kitchen counter, staring out at the woods. You’d encounter Zemo randomly throughout the day, never saying too much and mostly trying to be out of his way as much as possible. Your trust in him was still uncertain and he didn’t seem to try to make much of an effort in gaining it. The only consonant was your shared dinner, usually something hearty, the two of you on the large dining table. It felt awkward, the only conversation usually being him checking up on your general wellbeing and health condition.

He’d always seem so unbothered by the tension in the room, while you were constantly in flight mode. Even though he had more or less shown you hospitality, always been polite and tried to stay out of your business, he still made you uncomfortable. He seemed so sure of everything, his position, your position while not really giving you any answers to your questions, yet still underneath concerned about you. You couldn’t figure him out.  

You were relieved once these dinners would end and you could go curl up in bed once again – just to have a deep dreamless sleep.

It surprised you how easy sleep came to you, considering you were usually an overthinker with insomniac tendencies whenever your mind was occupied with personal struggles.

You should have seen it coming, there was only so many hours of rest your injured body would need before your unconscious mind decided to plague you with nightmares.

It comes on the fourth night at the mansion.

You jolt up chocking. Your lungs desperately grasping for air. It takes you a moment to realize where you are. The room, your room. Your head isn’t underwater. You aren’t back in the warehouse. You’re safe now, he said.

You drag your forearm across the top of your head, realizing just how much you sweated. Still not fully awake and back to reality you slump back down, breathing hard and trying to control your emotions. You’ve been rescued, your wounds are healing, the bruises are fading, you’re safe. But you’re also still locked up. Forced to stay in a safe house of a man who killed innocent lives. 

You toss and turn for an hour or so, slipping in and out of consciousness, that feeling of fear, torture and pain always coming back. The clock on the little bedside table reads 3:38 a.m. when you decide to give up. You wouldn’t fall back asleep anytime soon and the room suddenly feels too claustrophobic, the chocking feeling in your throat becoming more intense as the minutes tick by.

You decide to head downstairs into the living area, selecting the book you started to read days prior. Only it didn’t quite manage to distract you from the night’s terrors.

Curled up under a cashmere blanket on the big leather couch your body was still tense and you couldn’t concentrate on any of the words in the book. You don’t know how much time has passed when a low voice interrupts your blank staring at the letters.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

The Baron entered, a steaming cup of tea in his hand, heading towards you.

You only shake your head, feeling uncomfortable in being called out.

He doesn’t ask you, just holds the steaming cup of what you smelled to be chamomile tea in front of you. Hesitantly you take it from him, not trusting his intentions.

It seems as if he’s giving you space to talk on your own, even though he sits down right next to you, close enough to make your body tense up again.

After a few sips in heavy silence you slowly begin to speak.

“Why are you up?”

He was still dressed in his street wear. Black trousers and a gray knitted sweater.

“Insomnia.” He answers with a shrug, turning his head to look in your direction, focusing his brown eyes on you and pursing his lips before he continues. “Let me guess… nightmares?”

You nod.

“It’s the natural reaction of your brain and body to all the horrors you’ve experienced in the past week.”

A nod again, this time faintly annoyed at his smart talking and prying into your personal matters.

“I am sorry for your pain. This might not help, but I do empathize with what you’re going through. I have had my fair share of nightmares and PTSD.”

“We’re not the same.”

You mumble and break eye contact, not being able to take his soft, pitying look anymore. You don’t want his empathy and you certainly don’t want to empathize with him. If he wants to open up about his past or his struggles he should see a therapist, not load it onto the woman he kidnapped.

You fumble around with the handle of the tea cup for a bit, wishing to just be on your own again.

“What are you reading?”

You show him the cover of the book. Walden by Henry David Thoreau.

“Can’t really concentrate on the words though.”

“Would you like me to read to you?”

You most likely don’t hide your surprise well but he only chuckles and motions for you to had him the book, still lying open in your lab. You do and not soon after find yourself half lain down on your spot, feet curled up and eyes fluttering shut as Zemo’s low, accented voice carried you into a solidary life in the woods.

You’re not sure at what point you fell asleep but as you drift in and out of a calm slumber his voice is always there, a consonant that your unconsciousness latches onto for distraction. A guide into a numb sleep.

********

You awake in your bed the next morning. Hazily trying to remember if you’ve only dreamed of the Baron reading to you and trying to figure out how you ended up in your room. It must have really happened as you faintly remember being pulled out of sleep for a second as he lifted you in his arm and carried you upstairs, brushing the hair out of your face softly, before leaving your room, letting your tired mind rest.

And you felt safe. And cared for.

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Walking on Dangerous Territory

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger! Reader 

Summary: John Walker never knows how to keep his mouth shut, especially when it comes to you and Bucky’s had enough of it.

Warnings: angst/fluff, violence, cursing 

A/N: Hey everyone! It’s been a while since I’ve written a fic about Bucky (that isn’t a request), so that’s where this came from. Wanted to show one of my favorite men some love. I hope you all enjoy and as always, feedback is appreciated :) 

Walking along the dirt road, you’re situated in between Bucky and Sam. 

Sam continues to stare at you and Bucky, his eyes burning holes through the side of your faces. Frustrated, you abruptly stop walking and place your hands on your hips. “Is there something wrong, Sam?” 

Sam chuckles. The man really has the nerve to laugh in your face as you’re seconds from destroying everything around you. 

“Is something funny?” Your voice is low, anger evident in your tone. Bucky reaches forward to grip your arm, holding you back from doing something you’d regret. 

Sam continues to laugh. “I just can’t believe two super soldiers got their ass kicked by a little girl.” 

Ripping your arm out of Bucky’s hold, you stomp forward. “Okay, first of all-” 

Bucky wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against the front of his body. “What Y/N is trying to say is we were up against five other super soldiers, one of those being that little girl. So yeah, we got our asses kicked. We were outnumbered.”

“And,” you speak up. “From what I recall, you also experienced a beating, so I don’t know why you’re calling us out.” 

Sam walks forward and pats his hand onto your shoulder. “Just picking on you, Y/N. You know I love seeing that temper of yours coming out.” 

Pushing his hand away, you storm off, out of Bucky’s hold. “I hate you!” 

“No, you don’t! You love me!” Sam yells. 

Continuing to walk ahead, you flip him off. Sam and Bucky laugh behind you, the sound of Bucky’s voice calming you down. You may have some unresolved feelings for him, as in you love him, but would never dare to speak on it. Sam knows and even though you’ve never explicitly said anything to him, he can see right through you. Thankfully, he’s kept your feelings a secret and you’re more than grateful for that. 

The sound of an engine makes you turn around. A jeep comes to a stop in front of you, with Walker and Lemar sitting in the bed. 

Sighing, you ignore them and continue walking. The last thing you need is to be surrounded by those two. You might end up punching Walker right in his face. 

“Where you going, Y/N?” Walker calls out, his smug voice pissing you off even more. 

“Far away from you!” You yell back, desperate to get out of this situation. 

He doesn’t answer for a few seconds, but when he does, you scoff. “You don’t want a ride back, beautiful? It beats walking!” 

Whipping around, you’re about to answer, but Bucky beats you to it. “I’d back off if I were you, Walker.” 

Bucky’s tone takes you by surprise... and causes goosebumps to erupt over your skin. Why is he being so protective? Whatever the reason, it’s enough to capture your mind with some unnecessary thoughts. 

“Just get in!” Lemar yells, wanting to defuse the tension before it gets out of hand. 

Looking at Sam and Bucky, you sigh when Sam shrugs his shoulders, gesturing for the three of you to hop on. 

Bucky gets in before you, extending his hand for you to grab as you jump up. You didn’t need the help, but you appreciate the thought. 

When you sit down, you’re snuggled tightly in between Sam and Bucky, the bench being too short to comfortably accommodate the three of you. 

Walker grins at you and it makes you want to punch his face even more. “So, Y/N, it seemed like you needed a little help back there.” 

Bucky growls next to you. “Y/N can handle themselves. They don’t need help, especially not from you.” 

“And, why’s that?” Walker presses. “They have their big guard dog to look after them?” 

Bucky jumps forward and you immediately stand up, pushing on his chest to hold him back. “It’s okay,” you whisper as you look into his eyes. “He’s just a dick. Don’t let him get to you.” 

Bucky lets out a deep breath before slowly sitting back down. You sigh out in relief, not really wanting to deal with another brawl on a moving car. 

But, Walker just doesn’t seem to know when to stop. “I’m just saying that if you do need a partner, I’m always here. In more ways than one.” 

Bucky bucks up again and you hold him down with a hand on his arm. 

“Don’t you have a wife?” Sam asks, his voice accusatory. “I wonder how she’d feel to know you’re constantly hitting on Y/N.” 

Walker looks away, his face red with embarrassment. 

Bucky takes this moment to speak up. “The next time you so much as look at Y/N the wrong way, I won’t hold back.”

“Ah,” Walker responds. “So, you are the guard dog.” 

In two seconds, Bucky is on him, punching him square in the face. It happens so fast, you don’t have the time to grab him beforehand. 

“Bucky!” You yell, wrapping your arms around his waist to pull him backwards. 

Walker spits to the side before wiping the blood that’s spewing from his nose. His eyes narrow at Bucky, shooting imaginary daggers at him. “This isn’t over.” 

As the Jeep comes to a stop, Bucky jumps out before turning around to help you down. “Looking forward to the next meeting, John!” 

Sam snickers at his response before jumping out himself. “Thanks for the ride! You should get some tissues for that nose!” 

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Stepping back into your safehouse, you place your stuff down before looking at Bucky. “Look, I know Walker’s a jerk, alright? But, we can’t just go around punching everyone who says something we don’t like!” 

Bucky chuckles, his laugh dark. “Something we don’t like? The man is harassing you and I’m not going to just sit around and let him do it!” 

Sam looks between the two of you, shock written all over his face at the sudden outburst. “I’m just going to go to bed.” 

“Good!” Bucky yells over to him. 

“See you in the morning!” You yell at the same time. 

“Uh-huh,” Sam says, slowly nodding his head and quickly leaving the room. 

Once he’s gone, you and Bucky compete in a staring contest, serious expressions plastered on your faces. 

You cross your arms over your chest. “Wanna explain what’s wrong?” 

Bucky mimics you. “I already did.” 

You scoff. “Okay, and I get that, but you’ve never actually punched him before! You usually just say some harsh words back and then move on!” 

“Yeah, well he deserved it and I don’t regret doing it, if that’s what you want me to say.” 

Sighing, you decide to just agree with him. This conversation was going nowhere and fast. “Thank you for standing up for me. Next time though, could you hold back on the punches?” 

Bucky laughs again, the sound sending chills down your spine. “He’s lucky I didn’t kill him.” 

“O-kay. And, here we are. Back at square one.” 

“What do you want me to say to you, Y/N? That I’m sorry for doing it? Because I’m not. I’m not going to just sit there and let some asshole say shit like that to you!” 

“You know I can handle myself!” You’re starting to get pissed. You know he means well, but you can fight your own battles. 

“I know you can, but I’m sick of fucking Walker and his numerous crude attempts to get in your pants!” 

You walk away, heading into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. All of this yelling is making your head hurt. 

Bucky follows you, close at your heels. “I don’t even understand why you’re so mad. It’s like you don’t want me to stand up for you!” 

“It’s not that! I just don’t want you punching people for no reason!” 

“I had every damn reason to punch him! How many times do I have to explain it?!” 

“Okay, Buck. Okay.” You walk past him, heading towards your room. “I’m going to bed.” 

Bucky grabs your arm before you can walk any further. “Hey… I’m sorry, doll. I don’t want to fight with you.” 

Turning around, you stare into his warm, blue eyes. He looks tired, strained from the beating all of you took today. 

“It’s okay. I know you mean well and I appreciate it. I really do… I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” 

He moves closer, trapping you against the nearest wall. “Don’t worry about me, doll. I’d do anything for you. You’re my main concern.” 

“Not Sam?” You joke. 

He chuckles and this time, it’s sincere. “No, not Sam. I mean, I care about him, but it’s not like with you.” 

“And, what makes me so different?” 

Leaning forward, his arms rest against the wall, his face mere inches from yours. “You’re the one that’s captured my heart. Not him.” 

“Is Mr. Barnes implying that he has feelings for me?” You smile shyly, a contradiction to your confident words. 

“You’re damn right I do, doll.” He’s staring directly at your lips, not even bothering to be discreet. “Tell me you feel the same way, so I can kiss you already.” 

His eyes drill into yours and you bite your lip in response, your body heating up with desire. “Always have,” you whisper. 

His lips are on yours then, devouring you whole. You moan into the kiss and he takes that opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth. 

As he bites down on your lower lip, your arms slide around his neck, pulling him even closer. It’s addicting and you never want to-

A slow clap sounds next to you and the two of you jump apart. When you turn, you see Sam standing there, a huge grin on his face. “My, my, my. I thought the day would never come. Tinman and Y/N. What a sight!” 

Bucky groans, dragging his hand down his face. “Seriously? Can you get out of here please?” 

Sam laughs as he turns to head back into his room. “Make sure to send me an invitation for the wedding!” 

You look down at the ground and laugh, shaking your head. 

“He’s something, isn’t he?” 

Looking back up at Bucky, you nod your head. “Yeah… Yeah, he is.” 

Bucky puts out his hand, gesturing for you to take it and you do, letting him lead you to his bedroom. “So, when should it be?” 

“When should what be?” 

Bucky wiggles his eyebrows. “Our wedding.” 

You playfully slap your hand against his arm. “I can’t with you. Let’s just get to bed.” 

“Oh, I plan on taking you to bed, all right.” 

As soon as he says that, he’s picking you up, carrying you bridal style in his arms. You let out a shriek as he starts to run, entering his room and plopping you onto his bed. 

He gets on top of you, pining your arms above your head. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us, doll.”

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Please stay | Bucky Barnes

Sumarry – All Bucky wants is for Y/n to know how much he wants and needs her to stay.

Pairing – Bucky Barnes X Reader | Word Count – 1.060

A/N – I'm sorry if this didn't turn out well, but it's been on my mind for so long. ♡ English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes.

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"Where are you going?" Bucky says, making Y/n stop putting clothes in his backpack.

"Don't worry about it Bucky, please just go back to sleep.'' Y/n says looking into Bucky's eyes.

Bucky was very confused, things seemed to be working out, he really thought that now she was going to stay here with him and Sam, but here she is, running away in the middle of the night.

"Can't you wait until dawn at least?" Buchy says sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her close her backpack.

"You know I can't, I just…need to get out of here." Y/n says sitting on the bed and rubbing her face.

It's true, Y/n never stayed long, when they asked for her help, she never refused, she always did her best to help her companions, but soon after she would always leave.

But Bucky really thought it would be different this time, he wanted her to stay so badly, he wanted so badly for her to want to stay there, with him.

Bucky got up from the bed, and moved to sit next to her, with his shoulders pressed together, he looked at her with all the affection and love in his eyes, she was looking at the hands that were in her lap, when Bucky saw that Y /n didn't pull away, carefully took her hand, and intertwined their fingers, Bucky felt his heart going to burst when Y/n laid his head on his shoulder.

"I love you so much." Bucky says leaning his head on top of Y/n's.

"Bucky don't do this." Y/n whimpers, letting out Bucky's no, and getting up from the bed.

"I just want you to know that." Bucky says looking sadly at Y/n, who leans against the wall with his arms crossed.

"I love you too." Y/n says after a while of silence.

"Then why are you leaving?" Bucky says feeling his eyes water.

"You know that wouldn't work Bucky." Y/n says in a choked voice going to bed and picking up her backpack.

"why wouldn't that work? Please explain to me." Bucky says taking Y/n's wrist as she walks past him.

"Because I couldn't bear to lose you too!" Y/n says brusquely, causing Bucky to go silent.

Y/n lowers his head and starts to cry, Bucky slowly pulls Y/n to his chest, giving her time to pull away, when she doesn't, Bucky holds her in his arms feeling her crying in his chest.

Bucky finally understands, Y/n had lost many important people in her life, she was afraid of losing one more, that's why she never stayed long, she didn't want to get attached to people, only to have to lose them later.

"I'm sorry my love, I'm sorry." Bucky did by kissing the top of Y/n's head with his eyes closed.

"I can't lose you Bucky" Y/n says still in Bucky's chest.

"I can't lose you too doll." Bucky responds crying.

The two hugged each other for a while, crying and not wanting to let go, not wanting to lose each other.

"You don't know how hard it was for me to have you so far away from me, you don't know how much I wanted to have you in my arms." Bucky says holding Y/m's face and kissing his tears gently.

Y/n looked into his eyes and saw nothing but desire, love and longing.

"How are you still not sick of me?" Y/n says sniffling and smiling sadly.

"I've never loved anyone like I love you, understand that? I've never thought about anyone as much as I do about you, I've never cared about anyone as much as I care about you." Bucky says smiling sadly.

"I understand because in the time I was gone, all I could think about was you." Y/n says smiling, Bucky's hands go from her face to her waist, and Y/n's hands go to Bucky's face, who closes his eyes enjoying the affection.

"Was this old man here a lot on your thoughts then?" Bucky says laughing, making Y/n laugh too.

"You can not imagine how much." Y/n says softly pulling Bucky's face into a slow, loving kiss.

Bucky felt totally on cloud nine, and he wanted to stay there forever.

"Thank God, I could hear your screams from inside my dreams." Sam says leaning against the door, causing Bucky and Y/n to break the kiss.

"Now you're just being dramatic." Y/n says laughing and wiping her face with her hands.

"He's a lost man without you Y/n believe me, now please do what you need to do in silence, fatal couple." Sam says, and then yawns and turns away and goes back to his room.

Bucky looked at Y/n with all affection, she turns her gaze to him, and then he smiles softly and takes both of Y/n's hands.

"Let's run away." Bucky says, and Y/n's eyes widen.

"Now?"

"No doll" Bucky smiles fondly

"Right after this mission, we're going somewhere quiet, just the two of us, no hero stuff, no crazy space villains, just you and me." He says caressing Y/n's cheek.

"Are you serious?" Y/n says with eyes shining.

"Totally." As soon as Bucky answers that, Y/n jumps on his neck hugging him as hard as he can.

"I love you." Y/n says into her neck, and Bucky smiles happily hugging her back.

Bucky felt that in that moment he had the world in his arms, because she was his whole world.

"I love you so much too, now please let's unpack these bags and go to sleep." Bucky says feeling Y/n let go of his neck.

"Finally!" They hear Sam scream.

"Are you listening to our conversations?" Bucky asks in disbelief.

"It's inevitable, I'm sorry." Sam responds, making Y/n and Bucky laugh.

That night the two slept peacefully, knowing that no matter where they went, if they had each other, everything would be fine.

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