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buckyalpine · 11 months

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Destined to be Yours

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Bucky x Reader

I’ve had this idea for a while with this concept and I hope it turned out well. This starts off dark with abuse from Hydra and forced breeding but I promise it will be sweet and fluffy afterwards throughout and with a happy ending. Please let me know if you liked this!

Warnings: Angst, abuse from Hydra, forced breeding, pregnancy, so so much fluff, protective adorable Bucky, protective team, soft sweet smut

“Extract what we need” The doctor nodded to the nurse, injecting the asset with another sedative before the nurse laid out the vials, taking what she needed from the soldier as he laid unconscious. She worked quickly before he woke up, storing all the samples in a secure vault, dropping the temperature of the freezer to ensure they’d remain potent. His limp body was dragged off, locking him and chaining him in a cell, timing an hour before they would extract again.

And again.

“Sir, we have collected over 50 samples. 35 trails have been unsuccessful, the serum in the sample is too potent-

“THEN WE HAVE TO KEEP TRYING” The scientist boomed, his eyes wild while the doctor swallowed thickly, not arguing further. “The last of Zola’s serum was used on him. He is the perfect asset. Hundreds of kills. The world didn’t even know if he was real. A ghost. We don’t have another like him, keep extracting until his body can’t produce anymore”

The scientist paced around the room, mind reeling over how long it would take until they were successful. They’d managed to capture the solider once again but it’d only be a matter of time before earths mightiest scum came for him. He shook his head in disgust and fury, glaring at the timer.

“We finally got him back. We can’t loose him again”

“There is a new potential we can use” The head doctors eyes lingered to the cell of their latest captive; hopefully this one would be strong enough to bear the child of the winter soldier.

CELL 00

FEMALE, TRIAL #36

She blinked awake, confused about where she was, shivers running down her spine at the cold air that nipped her skin. She was barely able to focus her vision, left in nothing but her underwear; the last thing she remembered was feeling the jab of a needle to her neck.

Then darkness.

Now she was here.

Locked in a cell.

She went to rub her eyes, shocked to find her wrists bound in heavy shackles. She wanted to scream but sound wouldn’t come out, soundless cries ripping from her chest. The sound of whispers in a foreign language made her retreat to the back of her cell but it was pointless; where would she even go?

“Prepare her for incubation”

“What if it doesn’t work-

“THEN WE TRY AGAIN. Prepare her with the sample. We don’t have much time before they try to take him back”

The door of the cell slammed open; a man in a white lab coat stalking over to her with two nurses in tow. Before she could blink, another needle was plunged into her veins, the world around her going hazy and muffled as the shackles were unlocked. They fell to the ground with a clink as she was carried out, the world fading black again.

****

“Landing in 5, everyone suit up” Tony called out while Steve was already at the edge of the drop, waiting for the jet to open. Everyone joined by his side, jumping out as soon as the doors opened, landing softly on the snow covered roof.

“I’m getting a heat signal from the lower west wing” Sam looked at the feed from Red wing, joining Steve while Tony, Nat and Clint went to clear rest of the Hydra facility.

“Let us know when you have Barnes, explosives set to detonate in 10 minutes” Tony’s voice carried through the coms while Steve and Sam made their way through the maze like halls, each lit with flickering florescent lights. They reached the lab area, pushing through the doors and down to the cyro chambers and cells, to find Bucky lying down on a lab table, chains wrapped around his metal arm to keep him down.

“Bucky, hey pal” Steve shook Bucky awake, breathing a sigh of relief seeing the soldiers eyes flutter open.

“Steve?” Bucky blinked, looking up at his best friend hovering over him while he was still strapped to a table, a mild sedative dripping from an IV in his flesh arm.

“Wakey, wakey cyborg” Sam carefully removed the IV, collecting some to test in the lab for when they got back.

“Gotta say, didn’t expect deja vu like this” Steve cocked an eyebrow, remembering the last time he had found his friend in the exact same position after Hydra had first start to experiment on him.

“Shut up punk” Bucky snorted, groaning as he flexed his limbs before tearing himself away from his chains and following Steve and Sam out of the cell. The three men paused when they realized the cell beside Bucky’s wasn’t empty. You were laying in what appeared to be a flimsy hospital gown, also strapped to your bed with a few more machines attached to you.

“We can’t leave her” Bucky quietly stepped into your cell, his heart breaking over your fragile state. There was no way you had come to Hydra willingly and there was no way he was going to leave anyone behind if he had the chance to set them free.

Steve nodded while Bucky grabbed a blanket to cover you up, carrying you carefully in his arms. You hardly stirred as he carried you out and down the hall, meeting the rest of the team outside beside the jet, quickly getting inside before the base blew up.

“Are they dangerous?” Tony nodded in your direction while Bucky continued to cling onto you, a part of him always protective of anyone that had gone through Hydras torture.

“Don’t know” Bucky murmured, he truthfully had zero recollection of what had happened to him in the past month. He had been under constant sedatives and fed through tubes. Whenever he slipped into consciousness, his body would ache but he would have no idea why. He certainly had no idea who you were or why you had been captured. “Don’t even remember anything much myself”

“Guess we’ll find out” Nat shrugged, giving Bucky another blanket to cover you with when you shivered in his arms. As soon as the jet landed, the medical team was ready to whisk you away though Bucky was reluctant to let you go. He was about to argue when his own body started to give way to exhaustion; Steve and Sam caught him before his knees hit the floor.

“C’mon, we gotta get you looked over” Steve pushed Bucky onto one of the stretchers, letting another team sweep him away to the med bay while Sam took samples of whatever Bucky had pumped with to Tony’s lab.

You blinked in confusion at the new room you were in, the bed you were resting on far more comfortable than what you had been given in your cell. You were too scared to move, hearing the faint sound of beeping from the machines that were attached to you. The beeping grew faster as your heartrate picked up, struggling to calm yourself, fearing you’d be punished for panicking.

“Good morning” A soft voice spoke to you, your eyes hesitantly looking over to the man that entered the room with a warm smile on his face. He jotted some notes down, looking over your file once more. “I’m Dr. Banner, you can call me Bruce. I’m going to ask you a few questions, but don’t worry if you can’t remember right away. Are you able to recall anything from when they captured you?”

You shook your head while Bruce continued to carefully check over you, his touch caring and gentle, unlike what you had been previously subjected to.

“I-I don’t know what happened after they took me” You whispered, desperately wracking your brain, trying to piece together the foggy memories you had. “I’m sorry, I wish I could-

“It’s alright” Bruce pulled you own of the spiral you were about to head down, “Just relax, we’ll work through it. For now, let’s focus on making sure you’re okay. Get some rest and we’ll take this slow”

“I don’t want to over step, I can take care of myself, you don’t have to do all this-”

Bucky’s heart broke from where he stood outside of your room with Steve and Tony, none of them not wanting to overwhelm you with their presence when you’d just woken up. As soon as he was checked over, Bucky was out of his hospital bed and stationed outside your room, fidgeting with his fingers, occasionally peering inside. No one else would understand the fear you’d have like he did. He could barely remember what happened to him, he couldn't imagine the confusion you probably felt.

“I feel fine, I promise-

“You’re more than welcome to stay here until you’re better. You’re not 100% healed yet, its better for you to be here where we would actually be able to take care of you in case something comes up” Bruce insisted, helping you lay back down. You couldn’t get up even if you tried, too exhausted and sore to move, whispering a quiet thank you before quickly falling asleep again.

Bruce quietly added an extra sedative to keep you under, figuring you needed the rest and something to clam your anxiety while they gathered more information over who you were and what you’d been subjected to. He quietly closed the door behind him before making his way over to there the three men were waiting outside of your room.

“She doesn’t remember anything, which is normal, considering they probably kept her under the entire time they had her” Bruce flipped through your file as they made their way to the conference room; Bucky was reluctant to leave you alone again but he knew nothing much would happen while you were still asleep.

“From what we’ve gathered, Tin man over here was pumped up with enough sedatives and tranquillizers you’d usually use on something the size of a horse” Tony pulled up the lab results of Bucky’s blood work which revealed a large concoction of various drugs he’d been injected with. “So far, nothing as life altering as the serum but it looks like they were trying to experiment on him” Steve’s jaw clenched thinking about Bucky being subjected to more torture though Bucky himself was almost unfazed, not remembering much this time round.

“This is Y/n, Y/l/n” Tony pulled up a profile on you from what they had gathered, projecting it on the screen, “They captured her for about two months and she was also most likely under for most of the time. Major portions of their lab were already set to self-destruct so we couldn’t gather much on what they were trying to do. She’s just a civilian; wasn’t given the serum either. There's also no record of family as of now”

“Where do we go from here” Steve spoke up, feeling the tension radiating off his bestfriend who was itching to check up on you, metal fingers whirring. Even if everything seemed okay it never was.

Hydra always had a plan.

Always.

“The best we can do is let her recover here and keep track of her progress. There’s enough room anyway so it shouldn’t be a problem”

After being monitored for a few days, you were given the all clear to be discharged from the medical wing. Tony gave you your own room, granting access to anything in the compound without you asking. Though you were hesitant at first, Bruce encouraged you to treat the space like it was your home, cooking, reading or exercising, doing things that would help jog your memory and get you back into a normal routine. You trained frequently with Steve and Nat, rebuilding the strength you’d lost from spending so much time confined to a bed. Your time in the kitchen was always spent with Sam between endless recipes passed down from his family and new things he’d picked up along the way.

Then there was Bucky.

Bucky was quiet but the most protective of all. He was your safe space, the one person who understood the confusion, the violation, the trauma of what you went through.

He understood waking up in cold sweat, not knowing where you were.

He understood the long hot showers, scrubbing away remnants of their touch.

He understood the gnawing fear that if they got you once, they’d get you again.

It didn’t take long for you to grow closer to everyone. In a short amount of time, you were making significant progress, each person playing a role in nursing you back to health. Your check-ups always came back showing no signs of lasting damage or changes in your body; you were almost completely healed.

Everything was fine until it wasn’t.

You blinked, trying to shake away the spots that started to cloud your vision, figuring the training session was just a little more rigorous than usual but it was a routine you had done many times before without an issue. Steve waited for you to get back into your stance but your knees felt weak, the room suddenly feeling 100 degrees hotter.

“Y/n?”

“You okay?”

“Y/n!”

Steve saw your eyes roll back, darting out and catching you before you hit the floor, immediately sweeping you up and rushing you to the medical wing. Bucky was there in an instant as soon as Steve told him, both of them waiting nearby while you were rushed away to be checked over, still unresponsive. Bucky paced around the hall while you were hooked up to a few machines, samples of your blood drawn.

“What happened” You woke up in a daze, rubbing your eyes to get a better look at where you were as you laid on a hospital bed, still in your sweats. A woman who was scribbling notes off to the side of your bed gave you a soft smile, setting the pad down before speaking to you.

“You were training in the gym with Steve. Do you remember fainting?”

You shook your head, only remembering your workout last but it hadn’t occurred to you that you fainted.

“Is something wrong?” The beeps of your heart monitor started to quicken as your anxiety shot up, wondering if whatever Hydra had done to you was finally taking its full effect -

“Y/n, you’re pregnant” Dr. Cho rested her hand on top of yours, giving you a gentle squeeze seeing your disbelief, your pulse beating even faster.

Pregnant.

No.

“W-what?” You felt numb, you couldn’t remember anything from the time you were captured in hydra. How could you be pregnant, you couldn’t even remember the last time you had been so close to anyone, let alone intimate with them. “I can’t be-” Your voice cracked, biting your lip to keep it from trembling, shaking your head. “N-no”

Pregnant.

No.

As soon as the team heard you were awake, they were by the door waiting to see you. Dr. Cho sat with you to process but it was pointless, the shock wasn’t going anywhere. She nodded to the team as she exited your room, allowing them to see you, letting you make the choice if you wanted to tell them or not. Steve was the first to walk in with Bucky trailing closely behind, everyone else hanging back, not wanting to overwhelm you.

“What’s wrong” Steve whispered, growing more worried when he saw your eyes start to redden, tears welling along your lashes. You wordlessly shook your head, your hands resting on your tummy, unable to get the words out. It took both men a second to piece together what had you so distraught, their mouths growing dry when they saw the image of an ultrasound still up on one of the machines, your hands trembling on top of your lower stomach.

“It’s okay sweetheart” Steve held you while Bucky's heart broke seeing your frame shake while you tried to hold in your sobs, tears streaming down your face, curling into a ball. You wanted to hide away from everyone, feeling sick and violated, having no idea how any of this happened.

“We’re here for you, it’ll be okay” Bucky sat on the other side of the bed, taking your hand in his, rubbing his cool metal fingers over your clenched knuckles. “Whatever you choose, we support you”

“I don’t - ” You choked out; still reeling over the words Dr. Cho had told you, certain abnormalities in the tests showing there wasn’t any other option for you.

You had to have the baby.

“I don’t understand” You whispered, curling into Bucky’s side while Steve left to let everyone else know what was going on. He wrapped his arm around you, holding you close, his thumb gently wiping away the tears that spilled down your cheeks. “How-who-I haven’t even-”

When could this have happened?

Was this why you were taken?

Who was the father?

The last question burned the most, having no idea whose child you were carrying, your heart breaking over your baby never getting certain answers. How would you even answer if they ever asked?

“Shhhh” Bucky held you tighter, rocking you gently while you hid into his chest, wishing you could stay there forever, the one place you felt warm and safe. Tony entered the room a little while later, not bringing up anything directly but still letting you know you had his full support.

“There’s lots of room” Tony gave you a kiss on the top of your head before letting you go back to sleep. Bucky tucked you in before taking a seat in one of the chairs that was nearby, staying by your side that night until you were able to go back to your room again.

It wasn’t easy.

You weren’t sure if this was how normal pregnancies were but you were exhausted. Sick. Weak. The cramps you felt would make you double over in pain and you could hardly hold down a meal without throwing it back up the next hour. Just as before, everyone did their best to try and make everything a little easier but no one compared to Bucky.

Ever since he knew you were pregnant, he was out to do his best to make sure you were well taken care of. He didn’t know much about pregnancies or baby things in this decade but he’d do his research so you wouldn’t have to worry as much. Over the past few weeks, he was always ready with heating pads for cramps after he saw Wanda and Nat get them for you. He gave you some of his Henley’s after you commented over how you loved how soft the material was.

Bucky wasn’t just protective over you because of Hydra anymore. He adored how sweet you were. Your smile made him blush. You had gone through so much but you were always so patient and kind, even when you struggled to recall things or lacked rest from nightmares. You were the type of girl he would have taken dancing back in the day, if you ever gave him a chance.

The type of girl he would have chased after for a second date.

Then a third.

The girl he’d introduce to his ma.

If only things were different.

“How you holding up doll” Bucky came by your room with a cup of warm lemon water, the one thing that seemed to soothe the nausea. the smile on his face dropped when he saw your puffy eyes and teary face, softly sniffling, doing a poor job of hiding the fact that you had just been crying.

“What’s wrong” Bucky whispered, instantly by your side, setting the tea on the side table “Are you okay? Are you in pain doll, I can take you to the med bay-”

“I can’t do this” You whimpered, burying your face in your hands, trying to muffle your cries, “I don’t even know what I’m doing”

Bucky wrapped you up in his arms, rubbing his hand up and down your arms soothingly, “I can’t imagine what it’s like for you doll, do you need any of us to do anything for you? Just say the word, we’re all ready-”

“It’s not that. Everyone is wonderful but-I don’t want to burden them Bucky. It’s so much to deal with, I’m so scared of so many things, its too much” You trembled in his hold, a thousand fears coursing through you all at once.

“What scares you the most, doll” He whispered, holding you a little tighter to ground you, hoping he’d have the solution to at least one of your fears, if not all.

“I-I can’t do this alone” You broke down, terrified over the thought of going through the pregnancy by yourself. Yes you had the team by your side but not having a partner made your heart hurt. This wasn’t how you imagined having your first child. Having no idea who the father was or how any of this happened. Your body always felt like it was on the brink of collapsing and you felt awful that others had to dote on you even if they were more than happy to do so.

“You don’t have to do this alone” Bucky cupped your cheek to meet his eyes, not letting you look away when you tried to shake your head.

“James-” You were about to protest, but Bucky wasn’t going to let you doubt his words for a second, his arms pulling you into his lap and holding you securely.

“M’here” He stated softly but firmly, his hand still stroking your face, gently against your cheek.

“But-it’s too much, you don’t have to Bucky, I-”

“I’m here” His hand came down to your growing belly, soothing the flutters that pushed against your skin. “For as long as you need me to be, okay? You’re not alone. I got you” He pressed a firm reassuring kiss to your forehead while you melted into him, craving to be held and comforted, the scent of him soothing all your fears away for a little while.

Bucky saw sides of your pregnancy others never would. He held you during the nights where you couldn’t sleep. He rubbed soothing circles on your back when you felt sick, always getting you a fresh set of clothes afterwards. He cradled your belly when the baby kicked and moved around, his warm and cold hands soothing your aching muscles.

He was even there during intimate moments, where no words were spoken but he knew what you needed. He’d slip your bathrobe off half way to help rub lotion onto your back which was hard for you to reach, the bigger your tummy grew. You weren’t the most steady on your feet, so you’d keep his henley on when he stepped into the shower to help wash your hair and lather your thighs, never taking advantage of you or touching you inappropriately. He never made you feel self-conscious, even when bloated and huge, stretch marks decorating your skin, breasts growing heavier.

As you approached your due date, you found yourself changing bras and tshirts more frequently from how much you were leaking; your body already producing more milk than necessary. Bucky was there for you even then, never letting you feel embarrassed about the changes you body was going through.

Like that morning. You waddled to the kitchen to get some breakfast, too tried to change from the pj’s you had worn, rubbing sleep from your eyes as you searched for a mug.

“You alright sweets? Can I make you something” You didn’t even realize Bucky was already in the kitchen, instantly by your side, his eyes landing on your shirt first. “I’ll make you some tea and then we can get you changed” Your mind was still hazy, confused over why you had to change until-

“Oh my god” You wrapped your arm around your chest, your face feeling hot, wondering how you didn’t realize there were two very prominent dark patches on your shirt, hormones kicking into full gear, your eyes already watering.

“It’s okay, it’s normal, c’mon lets get you changed” Bucky kissed your forehead, slipping off his own shirt and pulling it over your arms before resting his hand at the small of your back to support you and take you to your room. He helped you change out of the dampened tshirt and into something thicker, grabbing some nursing pads to slip into your bra while you sat on the bed. He stayed outside of the room while you got changed and took you back down to make sure you were well fed.

You tried to remind yourself he was there to help you get through the next few weeks, nothing more, but each day, you fell more and more in love with him, your heart fluttering and breaking at the same time.

He was there for you because you needed someone.

Not because he wanted you or to be stuck with a baby that had nothing to do with him.

Bucky was struggling more than you, wishing he could tell you he wanted to be there for you even after the baby was born. He wanted to hold you through the night just to snuggle up with you, watch movies till the sun came up, dance with you in the kitchen, have his own little family he always dreamed of. It didn’t matter that the baby wasn’t his, he adored you and he was ready to love the baby you were bringing into the world-

But that wasn’t what you wanted from him.

You were going through something he couldn't even being to comprehend. He had to support you through this like he promised.

Even if he loved you more than you knew.

It had already been 2 hours. You couldn’t go back to sleep. You hissed, feeling another wave of pain pass through your body, each one worse than the last. You’d managed to not make a sound until the latest one made you whimper, tears starting to stream down your face. You sniffled, feeling Bucky's metal arm wrap around your belly, rubbing your baby bump up and down while holding you close to him.

“Shhh, I got you” Bucky’s voice was still deep with sleep, his brows furrowing when your body tensed, gripping at his hand when another contraction started. He held you until it passed before sitting up and moving to the side of the bed, kneeling so he was at eye level. “Sweets, I think we should head down to the medbay, I’m just going to get your bag, okay?”

He kissed your forehead, running to the closet to grab the duffle he packed, slinging it over his shoulder before helping you to your feet. He was not about to let you walk, carefully carrying you in his arms all the way down to Dr. Cho’s wing, making sure you were regulating your breathing as he walked over.

Once you were all settled in, the team made it down to the waiting area where Bucky was already anxiously waiting in your room by your side, carefully watching over your sleeping form, drowsy from medication you had been given. There was still a bit of time left before you had to push but he wasn’t going anywhere; he sat up when you stirred, placing his hand on top of yours.

“Hey doll” Bucky smiled softly as your eyes fluttered open, meeting his blue ones. “How you feeling” You could still feel a dull ache throbbing through your whole body, struggling to breath through the pain while a nurse checked on your blood pressure which was lower than normal.

“Not scared when you’re with me” You tried to sound brave, your voice coming out a whimper as another contraction radiated through you, unable to stop the pained cries.

“I’m here” Bucky reassured you, kissing the back of your hand while you squeezing, tears already streaming down your face. Dr. Cho checked on you once more while the beeping of your heart rate increased, fire like pain starting to consume you.

“She’s ready, going to start pushing soon, alright?” Everyone around you moved rapidly but it was all a dull buzz as you drowned in pain, struggling to focus.

“I can’t do it” You cried, feeling too tired, too weak, sweat covering your body.

“Hey, look at me, focus on me alright?” Bucky held your hand tighter, his metal one coming to rest on your forehead to cool you down. “Breathe doll, baby’s almost here, you’re doing so good mama, breathe with me” You tried to copy his breathing while the nurse signaled that it was time, the pain getting worse.

“You’re going to start pushing now, okay? You can do it” His voice grounding, not an inkling of fear showing through, keeping your eyes locked with his. You screamed in pain, using all your energy to push, only to feel resistance as if your body was giving up.

“Bucky I can’t-”

“C’mon babydoll, push, almost there, m’right here with you”

You cried out in pain again, squeezing his hand while he continued to hold you as best as he could, reassuring you and kissing your damp forehead.

“JAMES!” Your pained screams had the others worried; Steve paced up and down the hall while Tony stood outside the door. The only solace they had was that you were already in the best hands and Bucky was by your side.

“One more, look at me, just one more mama” Bucky’s voice cut through your muddled conscious, taking a deep breath before pushing again.

“Doing good y/n, one big push, that’s the head” Dr. Cho encouraged while you screamed out, mustering all of your strength to push, a piercing cry filling the room moments later.

“You did it sweetheart” Bucky let his metal hand come down to your beating heart as you slumped back down, panting while the baby was quickly whisked away to be checked on. He sat on the bed, kissing the top of your head, smiling when you refused to let go of his hand, his arm wrapping around your exhausted form.

“You did so good, so so good doll, so proud of you mama” He whispered, continuing to hold at kiss you while you tried to ground yourself again. You sat up as the doctor walked in, relieved there was nothing you had to worry about as she brought the little one over to you.

“That’s your baby” She smiled, carefully placing the tiny swaddled bundle in your arms, a perfect baby boy resting in your arms. “All 10 fingers, all 10 toes, healthy as ever”

You kissed his chubby face, cooing as he stirred, his tiny hand wrapping around your finger. Bucky petted your hair while you snuggled with the baby, his heart yearning to tell you how he felt. You rested against his side, both quietly admiring the little one that had now fallen asleep on your chest. There wasn’t a single dry eye in the room when everyone came to visit, everyone cooing and holding the baby, teasing about being God parents before leaving and letting you rest.

Bucky tucked you under the sheets when you yawned, insisting you sleep for a bit after the baby was put in the basinet beside you bed. He didn’t move from you side, his eyes often flicking up to the heart monitor that was attached to you, a few other machines attached to the little one just as a safety precaution to make sure everything was normal.

You stirred awake to the feeling of cool metal gently stroking your face, blinking up at protective Bucky, his eyes sullen from a lack of sleep, smiling down at you like you’d hung the moon and stars.

“Hey sweet girl”

“Hey” You leaned into his touch, softly kissing his palm while he cupped your face, brushing away a stray tear that slipped down your cheek. “Th-thank you” You whispered, swallowing the lump that tightened your throat, blinking away more tears when the baby stirred with a soft cry. You reached over and rocked him gently, looking over the delicate slope of his little nose and tiny pouty lips, your healthy baby in your arms because of him. “I couldn't have done all this without you. You were with me through everything” By my side through it all. I don’t want you to go.

Bucky swallowed thickly, his heart beating faster, he didn’t want to stop being there for you. He adored you with his whole heart, his breath hitching in his throat before speaking.

“Just so you know doll, I-I always wanna be here for you. For both of you” Bucky whispered, his eyes welling with tears at the little bundle cradled in your arms. He didn’t know the first thing about being a dad but he’d do his damn best to help you raise your son.

“Bucky?” Your eyes were wide, tears now freely flowing down your face, curling yourself up closer to him, wondering if you understood correctly. “Bucky, I don’t even know who the father is-”

“M’not worried about that. I care about you. I love you. If you let me” He cupped your cheek, brushing your face with his thumb, “I promise I’ll take care of you both. I’ll-I’ll do my best, I promise I’ll try, I’ll protect you-”

You cut him off, bringing him down for a sweet kiss, pressing your lips to his, your fingers toying with the soft short curls at the nape of his neck. Bucky smiled against your lips, letting his tongue lace with yours only for a moment, not wanting to tire you, pulling away when you started to pant.

“I love you” You were breathless, the beeping of your heart monitor nearly alerting the nurses, “I love you so much”

“I love you, sweetheart” Bucky stated sincerely, knowing you’d found your way to his heart a long time ago.

“Kiss me again” You tugged at his dog tags while he let out a soft chuckle, peppering your face with kisses before claiming your lips again.

“Get some rest mama” He carefully took the baby from you, settling him in the crook of his arm, while you closed your eyes knowing your little one was in the safest place he could possibly be. Your baby responded to Bucky’s voice the same way he did when he was in your belly, cooing and yawning, drifting off to a peaceful sleep, nuzzling into his chest.

“I’ll be there for you” Bucky whispered to the sweet bundle, softly rocking him so he wouldn’t stir. “Won’t ever leave you or your mama”

Tony gave you a new floor for yourself along with a mass of baby presents, everyone sharing quite smiles and glances when they helped Bucky move his things to the floor as well.

They’d all seen it coming.

You huffed at the full fridge, having no more room left to pump milk, your body producing bottles and bottles, your hungry baby drinking each one nearly every hour. You couldn’t understand how something so small could eat so much but he’d happily nurse and drink as much as you gave him. He was only 2 months old but already starting to babble and trying to crawl. You remembered the shocked faces of the nurses when they found your son rolling around in his bassinet, holding his head up without a struggle, eyes wide open. Steve was surprised when he had to use a bit of force to pull his finger away from his tiny grip. His features had also changed slightly; the light hair darkened into a chocolate brunettes. His initial darker brownish-grey eyes were now blue.

“I might be over thinking it but-he’s so strong” You chewed your lip, cradling your son while he nursed from you, his chubby thighs squirming while he gripped your breast, suckling. You were seated in Bucky’s lap with your back resting against his chest, his head on your shoulder, arms supporting yours “What if- there’s something making him develop so fast-

You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what scared you the most but you didn’t need to say more. Bucky understood the anxieties you felt, the fears that came from being taken by Hydra and used as a puppet.

Hydra was capable of anything.

“Whatever it is, it’ll be okay, m’here alright?” He held you protectively, putting the little one to sleep after burping him and pulling you into his arms, “We’ll go to the lab in the morning, it’s gonna be okay”

Tony reassured you whatever they did wouldn’t hurt your little one. You were both given a mild sedative while Bruce took blood and DNA samples, running it through the systems while Bucky waited patiently though Sam and Steve could see he was nervous on the inside, constantly glancing over to you and peering over the baby bassinet. Two hours later, Bruce and Tony walked back in, glancing over at each other while Bucky shot out of his seat, nearly losing his balance if it wasn’t for Steve who was by his side to steady him.

“Is she okay? The baby?” His eyes were pleading with them, unable to read their expressions, something was off.

“We ran some tests” Bruce started off slowly, looking down at the file, “The baby is enhanced”

“What does that mean” Bucky’s heart started to race while Tony continued.

“Well...that could mean hydra experimented on her” but...”

“But?”

“But nothing came up for her. No experiments. It’s definitely her baby, Hydra didn’t implant someone elses embryo in her. So if the baby is enhanced, its from the father...he’s enhanced with the super soldier serum”

“I was the only super solider on that base” Bucky whispered, his eyes growing wide, looking at your sleeping form.

“Does that mean...?” Steve’s eyes were wide, looking between the baby and Bucky, smiling at the similarities that made sense now, your son, a spitting image of his father.

“The baby...the baby’s mine” Bucky was nearly breathless while Sam grasped his shoulder, helping to ground him.

“How do you know for sure”

“They only had one vial of the serum they used on me years ago. Never replicated it...that’s-that’s why they took me again”

“Blood test confirms it. It’s the same serum. DNA matched with what we have on file for Barnes.” Banner nodded, scrolling through the test results, “That’s Bucky’s baby”

Bucky felt 1000 emotions all at once, but nothing was stronger than the pure love he felt in that moment. He already loved your baby like his own but there was something comforting in knowing his son was safe, that there wouldn’t be any unexplained secrets he wouldn’t know the answer to. He cradled his son to his chest, kissing every inch of his face, while sitting by your bed, while you started to wake up.

“Doll?” He whispered, brushing your hair out of your face, his heart beating anxiously in his chest again, both excited and nervous to tell you. Of course you loved him but what if you didn’t like it, what if you were disappointed, what if

“What is it” You sat up, noting his worried face while Bucky glanced down at his son sleeping in his arms, sucking in a breath before speaking.

“M’the father” His voice was barely a whisper, tears streaming down his cheeks as soon as the words left his mouth. He was the father. That was his baby.

“What?”

“He’s mine” Bucky sniffled, giving you a sad broken smile, “M’sorry baby, they used you because of me-

“You’re sure?” You didn’t let him finish, only hearing the words he’s mine, repeat over and over again, not a single other thing mattered to you. “Please Bucky, this is our baby? He’s yours?”

“This is our baby” He nodded, his forehead pressed with yours before kissing you over and over again, cuddling his son closer to his chest.

“Our baby” You cried with him, reaching for the now missing box of tissues, looking up to see Sam hiding it behind his back while Steve quietly passed a tissue to Tony.

“Congratulations, babydaddy” Tony snorted into a tissue before leaving the lab with the rest of the group to give you some privacy. Bucky took his daddy duties very seriously, his heart always bursting when he held his chubby baby. It didn’t take long for the little one to turn into a tiny menace between his uncles, jumping and running before the age of one with custom high tech toys all around.

Bucky loved you even more with his entire being, watching you become the sweetest mama, nearly crying each time he saw you both cuddled up asleep or reading together in bed. He took care of you in every way possible, just as before, loving and worshipping every inch of you.

The only thing that had changed between you and Bucky was the growing need to be closer than ever. In the one way you hadn’t yet. Bucky didn’t pressure you once, waiting till you were ready for intimacy. He nursed your body back to health after you gave birth and continued to dote on you long after, with plenty of cuddles and kisses in between.

It didn’t stop him from letting his imagination run wild.

He wanted to touch you, take you apart and put you back together.

Make you feel good, moan for you, let you touch him in places only you could.

See you pregnant again-

Fuck.

He had no idea your imagination was 100 times wilder.

Dreaming of having his little babies.

How his naked body would feel.

How perfect he’d fit inside you.

Giving him all the kids he wanted.

“Did you ever think about having kids” You asked him curiously, slinking into his lap after a shower and curling up against his chest, toying with his dog tags.

“I have” He smiled, setting down the book he was reading, wrapping his arms around you instead “a lot actually”

“Did you think of having more than one?” You whispered, trying to press yourself impossibly closer to him, your cheeks growing warmer with what you were hinting at. “Maybe two?”

Bucky licked his lips at your words, letting his hand slip up your sheep shirt to brush over your tummy, humming when he felt your bare body underneath.

“You want another baby, doll?” He purred while you buried your face into his chest, nodding. Bucky pulled away just enough to slip off your shirt, moving you to lay down, quickly discarding his own clothes immediately after.

“Wanna do it the right way” He pressed gentle kisses down your neck to your shoulder, “Make love to you when we make our baby”

“Bucky, please” You pleaded with him, feeling empty, needing him so much closer. You didn’t care about foreplay or a slow build, you just wanted him inside, claiming you. “Wan’ another baby with you”

“M’gonna give you a baby sweetheart, don’t worry” He cooed, rubbing his cock through your soaked folds, before pressing it against your entrance. “Let’s make a baby, angel”

His thrusts were soft, slow and gentle, taking his time to savor the feeling of your under him, his lips trailing from your jaw to your neck, down to your swollen nipples. He sealed his lips around your peaked bud, sucking and toying with how sensitive they were.

“M’so lucky baby” He whispered before kissing your nipples again, “You feed our son so well, you’re such a good mama, y’know that?” You whimpered underneath him, your legs moving to wrap around his waist, tears prickling your eyes. “Best and prettiest mama to our baby boy” He kissed the tears that streamed down your cheeks, washing away any inklings of doubt that occasionally tried to rear its ugly head.

“You think I’m a good mom?”

“The best babygirl, wouldn’t have it any other way. Can’t believe I missed out on this once before, you feel so good” He tucked his face against your neck as he started to speed up, letting his body weight fall on you.

“Fuck-fuck Bucky!” You clawed at his back as he started roll his hips, kissing your cervix with his swollen tip, leaking and dripping in your needy cunt. “I-I love y-you”

“Shhhh, I know” He panted, groaning at the feeling of your pussy pulsing around his cock, your body clinging to him. “I love you, I love our little baby boy, m’gonna love the little one we’re making right now”

“Give it to me Jamie” You clenched around him making him whimper, fucking you harder, the base of his cock bouncing off your clit each time he thrusted in you. “I’m-gonna-gonna cum Bucky!, gimmie a baby”

“T-together doll, gonna cum with you, fuck, -oh fuck- Take it mama” Bucky moaned as he stilled, warm spurts of cum bursting from his cock, moaning louder when he felt you throb and milk his cock dry, your own orgasm crashing over you at the same time.

“M’in love with you sweets” Bucky stayed inside you, whispering sweet nothings while you stayed snuggled against his chest, loving the feeling of being full of him. “You gave me the best thing without knowing it”

“You’re the best thing that happened to me” You smiled, closing your eyes, quickly falling asleep in his arms, his lips pressed against your hairline. He didn’t move an inch, cradling you close; you’d given him everything he’d always dreamed of.

A family

Love.

Affection.

Even through the mess of Hydra, you brought light into his life.

You were destined to be his.

I may add a drabble about the second baby, lets see! Lmk what you think!

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◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟓: 𝐄𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦 - 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 ◇

Dimly Lit Bathroom

【Synopsis】 : Bucky couldn't keep his hands off you on a regular basis. But when he sees you in such a sexy outfit, he has no choice but to drag you to the nearest bathroom.

『W.C』 : 801

-> Genre: Modern Avenger Au. Suggestive.

Pairing: Avenger!WhiteWolf!Bucky x ShieldAgent!Reader

[Warnings] : Fingering. Marking. Pet names. Dirty bar bathroom sex. Clit play. Making out.

Masterlist | Kinktober List

You never thought Bucky would be up for something as risky as this. Cause let's face it, even though he loved attention, you never expected him to be rushing you towards the women's bathroom in the back of a loud crowded bar away from your group of friends that would surely be looking for you both at any moment now. His grip on your wrist was tight, while his eyes scanned for a spot perfect for what he wanted to do. When he saw you show up in your outfit tonight, he couldn't keep his eyes anywhere but on your body and the way you swung your hips to the beat or laughed at one of his friend's jokes, he knew in the bluntest way possible, needed to fuck the living shit out of you.

The bathrooms were covered in graffiti, and the smell of overly-scented perfumes and weed tickled your nose enough to make you cough lightly. And the mess was severely unhygienic. But none of that mattered at that moment. All that did was getting your lips on his. And that is exactly what happened. Teeth clashing and tongues were dancing. Desperation was the only thing present, and Bucky was in the mood to feed it.

”You look so fucking hot in this outfit baby, I can’t keep my hands to myself.” His breath tickled your flesh as his words danced down your jaw to your neck. He bit down harshly on your jugular, suckling a purple love mark on you. You just leaned against the countertop, taking his assault on your neck obediently. If someone were to walk through the main door and swing the corner they would be greeted straight away with a sight of the century. The white wolf, the infamous winter soldie, fucking his pretty girlfriend. The idea sparked excitement, the crudeness, the rawness. Everything was so dirty. Something you’ve never done. And Now Bucky was the one tainting you into enjoying something as messy as this situation.

His right hand was kept tightly on your hips, but his metal left hand explored your body. Squeezing your breast lightly, tugging on your clothes, and slipping into the top of your pants. His cold fingertips glided along your panties, pulling on the fabric before letting it go so it would snap back against your skin. You hissed at the feeling. Bucking your hips, you non-verbally gave him approval to slip further into your undergarments, letting him cup your pussy. His long fingers slip along your folds, stroking until he finds your clit, pressing down harshly. “Like that doll face?”

You nodded like a ridiculous bobblehead, moaning as your hips didn’t falter against his hand. His free hand, which sat on your hip, slowly made its way to your neck, wrapping around it tight enough to cause your brain to short-circuit. Your whimpers were music to his ears, and no matter how loud the yelling and noise people call singing outside grew, all he could focus on was your pretty voice. His slim appendages slipped into your dripping cunt thrusting in and out at the pain-staking pace. He watched your face scrunch up with your brows knotting on the top of your cute head. Your eyes opened vaguely, staring at him with his favourite expression. Fucked out and begging.

“Please, Buck. F-faster pleaseee.” Your words made his ego grow, and the way you sounded was so hypnotic, how could he possibly say no? but he wanted you to work for it.

“Come on baby, you can be louder. Let everyone hear how good I’m making you feel..”It was only when you heard his growling voice that you remembered you were in a very public place and that anyone could see you in such a vulnerable position. But yet a tingle in your gut made you realize you didn’t care. All you cared about was being a good girl for Bucky and getting what you wanted. So you moaned, heck almost screamed his name as he got faster, maybe not as loud as the music but definitely loud enough that if anyone were to come to the door they would hear you.

And as you got closer to your release, Bucky held onto you tighter, clashing his lips on yours. You came all over his hand with a high-pitched moan feeling your brain fill with fuzz. It was euphoric and messy all at once. “You think the others would be looking for you by now?” you choked out panting against your lover's neck.

Bucky had to chuckle, catching his gaze in the mirror behind you. Kissing your cheek, he noticed a pair of eyes in the mirror, hiding behind the corner. “Don’t worry, I have a feeling they know what we're doing.”

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my Even More Expert Than Usual impressions of this year's eurovision

faves:

australia (promise): this grows on me more and more every listen, might actually be my non-finland(yes this is a word now.) favourite this year. insert a joke about australia not even being europe here. catchy electro rock metal whatever with an attractive singer, yes king

austria (who the hell is edgar): ah ma gawd. this song mad catchy.

croatia (mama SC): it's perfect. next

cyprus (break a broken heart): my guilty pleasure fave this year, a borderline boring swedish-produced turd aaand i love it. this was the first one that stuck on my first listen through all the songs. that's just how it goes in this short-term-memory eat short-term-memory world

czechia (my sister's crown): this song would be near perfect if none of it was in english, because the english lyrics are a bit too corny for me. but the chorus is in ukrainian so i feel adequately pandered to. some of it is also in bulgarian and some in russian and i forgot what else. this is the one song that i hope has a really really good stage performance because otherwise it will just be ignored by everyone

finland (cha cha cha): here's a beautiful story…. back in february. it was a sunny winter day.... i walked home while listening through all our UMK (national selection) songs in release order for the first time. and i heard cha cha cha in there, and i typed in our friend group chat: ok so we're sending cha cha cha this year, that's just how it is. that IS how it is. (and my friends didn't believe me!!!! fools. i'm obviously always right?) it's crazy it's party.

germany (blood & glitter): WE'RE SO HAPPY WE COULD DIE! germany sends metal for the first time in eurovision history and the song was recorded in helsinki, it's my duty as a finn to stan. i also read that the german national selection juries hated this but finland was part of the international jury and gave it a 12 and into esc you go. take that, motherfucks.

moldova (suarele si luna): literally only just now while typing this noticed that this artist is the same who did lautar in 2012. that's a fucking excellent song LOOK AT THOSE DANCERS. anyway! moldova single-handedly taking care of my techno folk needs. like, all any artist in esc needs to do is combine folk and techno and it's my favourite that year, i'm basic like that

norway (queen of kings): let me just go grab my viking queen sword and we can leave on a journey through the fjords.

not crazy about it but ok:

belgium (because of you): this is like. inoffensive. it's alright catchy.

denmark (breaking my heart): this is like. inoffensive. it's alright catchy.

estonia (bridges): look, on a year with almost no ballads, the only(?? idk i didn't pay enough attention) piano&string quartet ballad is actually nice. i mean i genuinely like the song, it's good. and i love estonia. they're my new favourite neighbour because sweden needs to be eliminated

france (evidemment): this is like. inoffensive. it's alright catchy. also very french

georgia (echo): would be better in georgian (or just any language that's not english) but still pretty cool. it echoes alright

iceland (power): there's this specific flavour of song this year that is, "i'm aware this isn't very good, nobody else likes this, i only see shit reviews everywhere, but this is seriously stuck in my head all the time so i apparently find it catchy and likable". this is one of those. i really be singing POPOPOPOOOOOWEER WOoOOWOO while doing the laundry or whatever the shit

ireland (we are one): same as above. basic, corny stupid lyrics. but it's the only irish entry i've liked in… uhh ever? so that's.. something.

italy (due vite): there are two types of italian eurovisions. actually good ones and then… this. the due vites. i like listening to these too but it's no soldi or zitti e buoni. i wish i was listening to soldi rn

lithuania (stay): this is like. inoffensive. it's alright catchy. oh did i say that already. truthfully my opinion of this improved several notches when i learned the ciuto tuto part has to do with lithuanian folklore. it's almost like you add folk anything to something and i automatically like it? hmm. well yes

portugal (ai coracao): shockingly catchy for portugal. it's fun and got a bit of a folk sound. did someone feed portugal illegal substances to make them send such a fun song

romania (d.g.t (off and on)): i don't fucking know why i like this.

serbia (samo mi se spava): HEWWO? 0w0 this is a weird techno banger that basically got no clear melody and it kinda fucks. the way the dude goes SPAAVVAA :) in the beginning sounds mad gay and makes me laugh every time

slovenia (carpe diem): a nice little rock song in slovenian. the language does a lot for this tbh. it's also... it's.......... it's inoffensive alright catchy

uk (i wrote a song): i liked this decently much at first but then started seeing people call it A SUPER GOOD SONG AGAIN BY UK WOW THEY DOING IT AGAIN!!!! I CANT BELIEVE THEYRE SENDING SUCH AN EXCELLENT SONG AGAIN!!!! and my own interest started dying because bitch please. this is mediocre at best compared to space man from last year. but. i'm still gonna tatta datta da dai. tatta datta da dai

wish i liked more than i do:

albania (duje): the only ethno balkan ballad this year and! it's not good. and i always like balkan ballads, so this does something wrong. the only good part is the bridge(??) with no singing.

latvia (aija): i'd want to like this more because it's a pretty cool little song but i don't so there's that

spain (eaea): don't really understand this one. i've really tried to like it because of the ethno folk sound but i just don't get it, i wouldn't choose to ever listen to this outside esc. i feel like portugal and spain switched places this year, this is the experimental artsy song portugal would usually send. mom someone mixed the iberians up in mail.

ukraine (heart of steel): it's ukraine, it's dark and dramatic, it's for the defenders of azovstal. and i don't really like it. this song just doesn't go anywhere. but i do think it's fitting for the current ukraine, so that's a plus. they hopefully are going somewhere tho

wish i didn't like as much as i do:

israel (unicorn): ok enough FEMALE EMPOWERMENT!!!! YEA!!! POWER OF THE UNICORN!!!!!!!!!!!!! shit already. there's a centaur instead of a unicorn in the music video. you had one job. one horse. unfortunately the song is catchy

switzerland (watergun): if this was any other country's song or any other year, this could be my actual favourite, i mean like number one creme de la creme favourite. but here we have switzerland, a country that actively keeps blocking aid for ukraine because We ARe A neuTRAL coUnTRy, sending some fucking. no guns!!! song to eurovision. [loads my rifle and aims it at switzerland's head] let's see about that. then again, that's not really this artist's fault, is it. most probably not

no:

armenia (future lover): a toilet break song. though the upulupuu herureruus in the chorus are pretty fun

azerbaijan (tell me more): i had to check which country's entry this even was. that's how much i care

greece (what they say): i get a chuckle out of thinking back to a youtube comment on this song's official music video that was like "WHY ARE PEOPLE SLEEPING ON THIS MASTERPIECE???". because it's shit that's why

malta (dance (our own party)): you can't try to be a new epic sax guy without an actually good song. god this is so repetitive it makes me want to DIE

netherlands (burning daylight): zzz…. zzmgffgfg did you say something? no? mkayzzzz

poland (solo): baybah. :{} did you know that one of the producers of this song is finnish. i wish i didn't learn that today

san marino (like an animal): san marino existing in some weird bubble on its own as usual.

sweden (tattoo): i don't so much have a problem with this song specifically as i have a problem with sweden's melodifestivalen being a shit turd production where the actually good, unique, swedish-sounding stuff gets shoved aside for something like Hey let's send loreen again this year because she won ten years ago and we haven't been doing so hot lately in eurovision, surely she will be sexy and get us another win. and the fact that people are just buying it. sweden, unfortunately i have decided you need to be annihilated from the planet

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Love Song

Prologue - Always Look on The Bright Side of Life

Summary : A romantic comedy story between Sebastian Stan and female reader where we witness their journey after they said I do.

After finally succeeded in proposing to reader on his fourth attempt, Sebastian and reader prepares for their wedding day amidst the chaos of taking care of their baby daughter and a new member of the family who couldn't help but be part of the drama in their wedding preparation.

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters: 17 (Might add more)

Chapter List >

Warning : fluff, animal violence (a little), sexual references

Word count : 4.9k

This is a sequel to my first Sebastian fic Always You. If you want to understand more about Sebastian's and reader's relationship, please read it first. But it's not necessary to understand this story. Check it out here.

Some things in life are bad They can really make you mad Other things just make you swear and curse When you're chewing on life's gristle Don't grumble, give a whistle And this'll help things turn out for the best

And...always look on the bright side of life Always look on the light side of life

If life seems jolly rotten There's something you've forgotten And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing When you're feeling in the dumps Don't be silly chumps Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing

And...always look on the bright side of life Always look on the light side of life

Always Look on The Bright Side of Life - Monty Python ----- Rubirosa Italian Restaurant, Nolita, Manhattan, New York - May 3rd 2023

It was a cold night in the heart of Nolita, Manhattan, but inside a small Italian restaurant famous for its red and white awning, cozy interior and thin crusts pizza the atmosphere was warm and loud.

Rubirosa was full that night. All the tables were occupied including those by the bar, like it always was every night. No one could dine in without a reservation months in advance. Making it one of the most exclusive Italian restaurants to dine in. Despite it being full, somehow a couple could get an empty table that night. Yes, the table wasn't located in the most comfortable spot. It was loud and hot because it was near the kitchen, but this couple didn't care. They were there for the food and not the atmosphere.

A large pizza with toppings of pepperoni, mini meatball, tomatoes, roasted garlic and of course melted mozzarella was placed on the middle of the table. Y/n picked up a slice of the Rubirosa Supreme Pizza they had ordered and took a bite. No matter how many times in her life she had eaten it, it never failed to make her feel like she was just transported to heaven. She chewed it slowly while looking at her handsome fiance sitting across from her. He was eating the pizza too but his eyes were glued to hers and she could see a slight desire in his eyes. Desire for her.. not for the pizza obviously. She realized she had let out a soft moan after taking a bite of the pizza and that was what probably caused him to look at her that way. She blushed as she realized what she just did and her fiance smiled at her.

"You look pretty when you blush, sweetheart.. I miss seeing that." He winked, making her blush even more.

They were engaged for four months now and had been in a relationship for almost a year and a half, but he always were able to make her blush or skip a heart beat whenever he looked at her. They had been friends even longer than that, a whopping twenty years before they finally got together. Yet sometimes she felt like she just met him and fell in love with him. Which was a feeling she loved. She hoped she would never lose that feeling as they got married and became husband and wife. She hoped he could always make her feel butterflies in her stomach and make her heart beat faster.

They had been apart for three months because of his work. Sebastian Stan, her fiancee, was a famous Hollywood actor most notably known for his role as Bucky Barnes, The Winter Soldier in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. He was filming for the new Marvel movie, Captain America New World Order in Atlanta and Prague from the beginning of the year and was just finished early that week. For the first month of shooting the movie, Y/n and their baby daughter Starlene went along with Sebastian to Atlanta. But having a baby on set was too much of a distraction. Not just for Sebastian but also to the other cast members and crew. Additionally, Y/n needed to plan and organize their wedding back in New York. It was a hassle to try to do it from Atlanta. So she and Starlene went back to New York on the second month of filming.

Y/n and Sebastian had decided to have their wedding on May 6th in New York because in June Sebastian was going to start filming another Marvel movie, The Thunderbolts. He only had a month off between filming Captain America New World Order and The Thunderbolts. They didn't want to wait longer to get married so they decided to have their wedding in early May. They planned on going on a honeymoon soon after. Well, they were going to take Starlene with them, so the term honeymoon was probably inaccurate. It was more like a family holiday.

Y/n originally didn't want to take Starlene with them knowing how much of a hassle it was to travel with a baby. However, Sebastian insisted. He said he wanted to take their baby because she was an integral part of their lives and that they were family anyway. He also missed her so much having been away from her for months. He thought it would be good to spend his time off with both of them and not just Y/n. Having heard Sebastian's reasons for wanting to take Starlene with them Y/n finally agreed, though with a heavy heart.

She didn't want to admit it to anyone but having a baby and taking care of her 24 hours a day 7 days a week had started to take a toll on her. Especially since she was alone for the past three months. She didn't want to sound like an ungrateful mother because Starlene was a sweet child and rarely caused trouble. But she sometimes missed just being able to be by herself or just enjoy having a bath without worrying their baby would look for her.

Starlene was 10 months old and wasn't able to walk yet but she could crawl around their apartment. And she could already get out of her crib by herself. Numerous times Y/n was in the bathroom and Starlene came crawling to find her, crying and screaming as if Y/n just left her alone in an orphanage or something. Y/n tried her best to still have some 'me time' despite having to care for Starlene everyday. But it still felt different. She felt she needed to be physically away from Starlene in order for her to be able to relax. So when Sebastian came home from Prague and asked her out on a date night before they officially became husband and wife, she immediately said yes.

Y/n continued eating her pizza while under the watchful eyes of Sebastian. She ended up staring back at his beautiful blue eyes. How much she missed those gorgeous eyes. Three months really was too long for them to be apart. But she needed to get used to it.

Sebastian was at the peak of his career, he had project after project to do that year and the year after. He was a workaholic and really enjoyed his craft. She understood that he didn't want to waste that time by being lazy in his work. He was an immigrant from Romania and worked his way up from the bottom. His mother married an American and they moved from Romania to the US when Sebastian was only twelve years old. Being an immigrant Sebastian always felt the need to prove himself to his Romanian family and he didn't want to waste his good fortune by being lazy. Y/n could accept that. Still, she wished he hadn't been so busy and had more time for her and Starlene. It was something she probably needed to talk about with him as they were about to get married.

They finally finished eating their pizza and as soon as they did Sebastian quickly asked for the check to the waitress.

"Iubirea mea, we still haven't ordered dessert yet. Why are you in a hurry?" Y/n asked, calling him with the endearing name she came up with for him which meant "my love" in Romanian. Her eyebrows raised as she watched Sebastian pulled his wallet out and put some dollar bills on top of the check.

"I don't really feel like having dessert.. except if it's you." Sebastian winked making her blush yet again.

He just came back to New York the day before and they hadn't had the chance to make love since he came back. Y/n suspected they would be able to do it that night and she really was looking forward to it too, as much as she was ashamed to admit it.

Sebastian pulled her hand up and she stood up. They walked quickly out of the restaurant and got into his car parked not far from there. As soon as they got in Sebastian turned her face to face him and kissed her passionately, surprising Y/n.

"You really miss me, don't you?" Y/n said breathlessly as Sebastian started to plant kisses along the side of her neck.

"You have no idea how much I miss you, sweetheart." Sebastian whispered on her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"Let's just go home, Iubirea mea.." Y/n said, pushing Sebastian off her.

"You can't wait either can you?" Sebastian chuckled and Y/n just gave him a bashful smile.

"Alright, let's go home. Let's have the best sex ever before we become husband and wife." Sebastian said as he started the engine of his car, making her chuckle.

It literally took them minutes to get back to their apartment. The distance between the restaurant and their apartment was only 0,3 miles. But they didn't want to walk there because as Sebastian became more famous, it was increasingly difficult for him to be able to walk down the street without being noticed. So they felt more comfortable riding in a car where people wouldn't be able to see him.

Sebastian parked his car in a parking garage near their apartment, and they walked hand in hand toward their apartment. It was 9 pm already and there weren't many people around, so they weren't afraid of being noticed. All the way there Sebastian kept whispering to her what he would like to do to her once they get back, making her blush and giggle all the way. He really was in a seductive mood, she thought and she couldn't help but feel flattered that she could make him feel like that.

When they got on their floor of their apartment they could hear a loud yelling coming out from inside their apartment. They had left Starlene to be babysat by Edward, Sebastian's best friend and personal assistant. Shannon, Y/n's best friend whom she usually asked to babysit Starlene had a date with her boyfriend so she couldn't babysit Starlene that night. They didn't want to bother Sebastian's mother, who was living in Nyack, New York, 30 miles away from them, to babysit. Thankfully Edward was available. The problem was, Edward himself had no experience with a baby because he didn't have children yet. But they had no other option so they decided to trust Edward, hoping he would be able to handle it. They weren't planning on leaving for too long anyway. But hearing Edward's loud yelling from inside their apartment made Y/n immediately regret deciding to leave Starlene to be babysat by Edward.

When they opened their apartment door they were welcomed by the most unexpected scene they ever saw. Edward was on the floor holding a golden retriever puppy Sebastian had adopted as a birthday present for Y/n a month before. Y/n had complained of being somewhat lonely being away from Sebastian. Being a thoughtful fiancee, Sebastian decided to give her a companion in the form of an eight week old golden retriever puppy. Y/n was delighted to accept the puppy but she secretly felt it was more of a hassle then helpful. Taking care of both a baby and a puppy alone really was not a walk in the park. She didn't dare voice her concerns to Sebastian though, afraid of hurting his feelings. So she kept her feelings to herself. The puppy turned out to be a great companion for Starlene. And as he grew older and became smarter and more trained, Y/n had started to feel more used to him and really was grateful he was there to accompany her and Starlene.

Y/n's eyes widened as he watched Edward on the floor. He had his hand on the back of the puppy's neck, hitting it repeatedly as he yelled.

"Bad boy, bad boy Lucky! Spit it out! Spit it out Lucky!" Edward yelled.

Starlene was sitting on the floor near Edward, her hand holding a plush doll in the form of a dog and she was hitting the doll's neck, much like Edward did while yelling in a garbled baby voice only she could understand.

Their apartment was in such a mess. Starlene's and Lucky's toys were strewn all over the floor. The TV was on loudly showing an episode from Sesame Street where Elmo was singing. Y/n glanced on the coffee table and saw a bowl of popcorn filled halfway through and popcorn were strewn all over the table. A baby bottle filled with milk laid sideways by the bowl, with its cap nowhere to be seen. She glanced toward the kitchen and saw an opened can of baby formula, the measurement spoon lying on the table next to it and some of the baby formula dusted the table.

"Edward! What the h**l is going on?!" Sebastian shouted as he went down on the floor and pried Lucky, their puppy, off Edward's hands.

"Oh.. you guys are home!" Edward said, looking at both Sebastian and Y/n with a guilty look on his face.

Y/n went down and picked Starlene up off the floor and carried her while Sebastian picked Lucky up and carried him away from Edward.

"Edward, did Lucky eat something he isn't supposed to?" Y/n asked pointedly.

"He did.. I'm sorry.. I was busy preparing Starlene's milk and didn't see what he was doing. I left them for only like a minute. I swear!" Edward sighed as he got up off the floor and dusted his pants.

"What did he eat?" Sebastian asked while studying Lucky. The puppy was whimpering in his arms, he still seemed shocked.

"He.. umm.. he ate one of your wedding rings." Edward said slowly, his head hung in shame and he put one of his hand behind his neck nervously.

"He what?!" Y/n and Sebastian exclaimed in unison, their eyes widened in surprise.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I put the velvet box containing the rings on the coffee table as I went to make Starlene her milk. I left Starlene and Lucky on the sofa and I guess Starlene crawled down and somehow opened the velvet box and got one of the rings out. When I got back I saw Lucky licked the ring and then he ate it. I tried to prevent him from swallowing it but it happened so fast, there was nothing I could do." Edward explained, his eyebrows furrowed in anxiety.

"Great! Now what do we do?!" Sebastian exclaimed in frustration.

Sebastian just gave Edward their wedding rings earlier that day as Edward was his best man and was supposed to keep them safe.

"The wedding is in 3 days and I don't know how long it'll take for Lucky to pass it out in his stool. IF he can pass it at all. What if it gets stuck in his intestine?!" Sebastian asked as he continued to study Lucky who was now struggling to get free from his arms.

"That's why I tried to make him spit it out or throw up." Edward said.

"But that's not how you make him spit it out, you were hurting him!" Sebastian protested.

"Well I don't know how else to do it! I'm not a doctor! I'm already stressed enough as it is!" Edward replied back, defending himself.

"You only had to watch them for two hours, Edward, two hours! Seriously!" Sebastian said.

"Well I'm sorry if I'm doing a bad job. As you know, I don't have children or pets on my own. You should have chosen someone with more experience!" Edward protested.

Edward's eyes looked sad and anxious. He seemed to be really overwhelmed. Y/n could see there were dark circles under his eyes. Being best man for Sebastian had taken a toll on him it seemed. Sebastian being away from New York didn't help. Several times Edward had to fly to Atlanta and Prague with the tailor to make sure Sebastian's suit was perfect. On top of that he also had the responsibility of taking care of the transportation for Sebastian, Y/n and their whole family from their places to the wedding venue, as well as organizing all the groomsmen and planning the bachelor's party. Taking care of Starlene and Lucky was not supposed to be his job as well. They really should have just hired a professional baby sitter. Sebastian seemed to realize he was too harsh on Edward too.

"Let's just focus on the situation at hand, Edward." Sebastian sighed and lowered his tone of voice.

"Do you think it's better to clean up the ring from vomit or poop? That's the big question. So we can decide what to do." Edward said as he racked his brain trying to find a solution.

"What kind of question is that?" Sebastian asked incredulously.

"A valid question for the problem at hand." Edward folded his hand in front of him, annoyed at Sebastian's remarks.

"Well.. I prefer cleaning poop.. vomit will trigger me to vomit as well." Sebastian said after giving it some thought.

"Seriously, dude. But it's poop.. dog poop at that. Personally I'd rather clean up vomit." Edward said.

"Well.. this isn't helping. Besides, how are we supposed to make him vomit or poop. I have no freaking idea!" Sebastian said, raising his voice again in frustration.

"Guys, stop bickering already! I know what to do." Y/n said as she looked up from her cellphone. While the boys were bickering she consulted the internet and figured out the best way to handle the situation was to bring Lucky to the vet.

"Seb, let's go. We have to take Lucky to the vet. They'll be able to help." She continued while putting her cellphone back in her pocket.

"But it's late, what vet opens at this hour?" Sebastian asked incredulously.

"There's one specializing in emergency situations on 6th St, they should be open now." Y/n said referring to a 24 hour veterinary emergency clinic located about 2 miles from their apartment.

"Okay, let's go." Sebastian said as he carried Lucky out of their apartment. Edward and Y/n followed him out the door, close on his heels.

It took them 15 minutes to get to the clinic. Thankfully there was a vet available and no one else was there so Lucky was able to be seen immediately. After listening to their stories and examining Lucky, the vet decided to induce vomiting from Lucky. Within five minutes of being given a medicine to induce vomiting, sure enough, Lucky vomited and thankfully their wedding ring came out with it.

"Just give the ring to Edward, here, doctor. He said he preferred cleaning the ring from vomit instead of poop after all." Sebastian beckoned his head toward Edward who was standing near the door of the examination room. Clearly he was joking and made the vet and Y/n laugh.

"Yeah, I deserve that." Edward said, looking down on the floor in shame.

Their ring ended up cleaned by the vet's assistant, and Y/n made a mental note to clean it again at home. The ring Lucky swallowed was the one for her, she needed to make sure it was thoroughly cleaned before the wedding.

"Thank you, doctor." Sebastian said as they all started to leave the examination room.

"No problem Mr.Stan. You must watch Lucky carefully. He's in that phase of putting things in his mouth. Don't let him near anything dangerous to eat again." the vet explained.

"Of course, doctor." Sebastian nodded.

"I'm sorry again guys about what happened." Edward said as soon as they got out of the clinic. He looked at them both with deep regret in his eyes.

"I f****d up big time. I'm really sorry." He said, his head hung.

"It's okay Edward, the important thing is Lucky is okay and we got the ring back." Sebastian said, clapping his best friend's shoulder.

"I'm sorry that I was yelling at you." Sebastian continued as he gazed at his best friend, his eyebrows furrowed in regret.

"It's okay, man." Edward said, giving him a small smile. Relief started to fill his eyes.

"Thank you so much for everything, Edward. You have been by my side all this time and I was such a d**k. I mean.. Of all the things I trusted you to handle you only mess up this one time. You didn't deserve to be treated like that. I don't know what I would do without your help, Edward. I'm sorry." Sebastian said as he gave him a meaningful look.

"It's okay, Seb. Thank you for trusting me all this time. I guess I have to fail at something in order to improve myself." Edward said.

"That's a good way of looking into it." Y/n smiled and patted Edward's arm in encouragement while Sebastian reached out and gave Edward a hug.

"Anyway, I hope it's okay with you but I guess we're gonna keep the ring ourselves until the wedding day." Sebastian said, releasing Edward from his hug.

"Yeah, sure. I don't trust myself with it anyway." Edward shrugged.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, man. I just don't want to take a risk, you know." Sebastian said.

"Yeah, I get it. It's fine." Edward smiled.

"By the way, don't forget, we'll pick you up at 6 pm tomorrow for the bachelor's party, okay?" Edward said.

"Oh yeah, okay. Where are you guys gonna take me?" Sebastian asked.

"It's a secret.. you'll see." Edward winked.

"I hope you're not gonna take him to a stripper club, Edward." Y/n said.

"Y/n.. we're not that low in taste.. besides, the paparazzis are gonna have a field day if he goes to a stripper club." Edward said, making a valid point.

"Yeah you're right." Y/n nodded.

Having cleared up the situation with Edward, they walked toward Sebastian's car and went home. Edward tagged along as he didn't bring his own transportation to their apartment. After dropping Edward off at his apartment, Sebastian and Y/n went back to their apartment.

Starlene was asleep by the time they got back. After putting Starlene in her crib, Y/n went around the apartment putting back toys where they belong and cleaned up the coffee and kitchen table. She also cleaned up the ring Lucky had swallowed. Sebastian had given her the ring at the vet. He trusted her more than himself to keep it safe. She found Sebastian's wedding ring still inside the velvet box right under the coffee table. She picked it up, put her perfectly cleaned ring in the box next to Sebastian's ring, and put them both safely away in a dresser in her bedroom.

After she finished cleaning up, Y/n flopped down on the couch in their living room and massaged her temple. She felt really tired after all that just happened. Sebastian came to sit down next to her not long after. He just finished putting Lucky in his bed and successfully made him sleep.

"So.." Sebastian said, glancing at Y/n.

"So.." Y/n glanced back at him.

They both burst out laughing as the absurdity of what just happened finally hit them.

"So much for a sexy night." Y/n said after their laughter finally subsided.

"We can still have a sexy night if you want to." Sebastian winked and he launched himself at Y/n and started tickling her waist.

"Seb, no..stop it.." Y/n giggled as she tried to pry his tickling hands away from her.

"The monster needs to eat.. monster is hungry.." Sebastian growled playfully and he started to kiss Y/n's neck making her squirm even more. He then stood up and hoisted her over his shoulder effortlessly.

"Noo.. someone help.. a monster is trying to eat me!" Y/n protested playfully as Sebastian carried her toward their bedroom, squirming and struggling all the way.

"Ssshhh.. sweetheart, keep it down.. you're gonna wake Starlene or Lucky." Sebastian reminded her as he walked nearer to their bedroom.

Sure enough once they almost entered their bedroom Starlene woke up and started crying, prompting Sebastian to turn toward Starlene's room. But he forgot to account for Y/n being on his shoulder and her head hit the door frame of their bedroom when he turned.

"Ouch!" Y/n yelped in pain.

"Oh my God, honey.. I'm so sorry.. are you okay?" Sebastian asked in concern as he put her down on the floor in front of Starlene's room.

"I'm okay.. I'm okay.. " Y/n said, rubbing the bump on her head. She felt slightly lightheaded as her head throbbed painfully. Sebastian rubbed her head gently and kissed it, making her feel somewhat better. Then they stared at each other for a moment amidst Starlene's cries and burst out laughing.

"What's happening to us Iubirea mea?" She giggled.

"I don't know, honey. But I have a feeling our wedding is going to be interesting." He chuckled.

He then stood up and pulled Y/n up with him and they entered Starlene's room. Y/n carried Starlene and rocked her to sleep while Sebastian sang a lullaby he loved to sing for her.

"When I see you smile.. I can change the world.. woaaah.. you know I can do anything." Sebastian crooned softly. His choice of a lullaby wasn't exactly conventional but it did the job. Starlene fell asleep after Sebastian finished singing the whole song. Y/n put her down gently in her crib and they went out of her room, closing the door behind them softly.

They went into their bedroom and Sebastian wasted no time in continuing where they left off. As soon as the bedroom door closed he started to kiss Y/n passionately and guided her toward their bed. Y/n was surprised but couldn't deny that she wanted it too. It was just that her head still ached and she felt a weird burning feeling in her nose. As Sebastian laid her down on the bed, she felt something trickling down from her nose. She tasted it and the metallic tang from it made her realize her nose was bleeding.

"Honey, you're bleeding!" Sebastian exclaimed in concern, realizing it as well as he looked down at her.

He got up from the bed and grabbed a tissue box from the nightstand. He pulled some sheets of tissue from the tissue box, cleaned the blood that already trickled down from her nose. He then pulled some more tissue and rolled them into small pieces and put them in Y/n's nose gently.

"Thank you, Iubirea mea." Y/n smiled as she looked up at him.

Sebastian propped himself with his left hand and laid down next to her. He looked down at her with a soft adoring look on his face.

"You're welcome, honey. Do you want to go to a doctor to get checked?" He asked in concern as he gently caressed Y/n's cheek with his thumb.

"No, it's okay. I think I'm gonna be just fine." She said, shaking her head.

"Okay then." Sebastian said and for a moment they just gazed at each other in a comfortable silence.

"You look beautiful." He said while still caressing her cheek.

"Are you sure, Iubirea mea? I bet I look like Mike Tyson just hit me in the face." She commented, making him laugh.

"You still look a thousand times more beautiful having just been hit by Mike Tyson compared to any girl in the world." He continued, winking at her.

She smiled listening to his compliment. He could be over the top whenever he complimented her to the point where it made her feel uncomfortable at times. But she couldn't deny that she loved it too.

He leaned down and started kissing her again but she was seriously still not feeling good. So she pushed him away gently.

"I'm sorry, Iubirea mea. Can we.. umm.. postpone this? I'm still having a headache." She grimaced.

"Oh..yeah..alright. I'm sorry, honey. We should just go to sleep. Get some rest." Sebastian said and Y/n nodded.

They got up from the bed and changed into their sleeping attire.

"I really hope what happened weren't signs of anything bad that's going to happen." Sebastian said as he pulled up the comforter on their bed and scooted in.

"Seb, I'm sure they were just accidents. Stop being so superstitious." Y/n said, sighing as she pulled the comforter on her side of the bed and scooted in next to him.

"Well, you know I was brought up in Romania where the people still believe in a lot of superstition." Sebastian said, defending himself.

"Yeah, I know. It's still annoying though, sometimes." Y/n commented.

"You really think so?" Sebastian asked, his eyebrows raised.

"I'm sorry, Iubirea mea. Let's just go to sleep. I'm tired." Y/n said as she scooted closer to him and put her arms around him. All the sexy feelings she had went out the window as her head still ached and she still had the tissue in her nose.

"Yeah, okay. I'm exhausted too." Sebastian said, putting his arms around her as well.

"Good night, Iubirea mea." Y/n mumbled as she looked up at him.

"Good night, sweetheart." Sebastian smiled as he looked down at her and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead.

They went to sleep that night without making love yet again. Something Y/n didn't expect. But her mood for it really went out the window. And it seemed Sebastian's mood for it was also gone. He was asleep within minutes after saying good night to her.

She felt kind of weird. They had been apart for months and they hadn't made love yet since they met. Not that they didn't want to. The timing was just always off strangely enough. Was this a peek into married life? She thought as she felt a little sadness crept into her heart. The next night Sebastian was expected to stay over wherever Edward had planned his bachelor's party to be held. And for the night after that, well.. they planned on spending the night before their wedding separately as they tried to follow the tradition on not seeing each other until the wedding ceremony. So really, that night was supposed to be their last night together before the wedding.

Y/n decided to brush the sadness feeling off. They still had the next morning to make up for it before their wedding. She hoped she would feel better the next morning and they could probably make love as soon as they woke up. And after the wedding they would have more nights to be together. After all, they were going to live together happily ever after. She should just focus on that. She thought and she finally drifted off to sleep with that comforting thought in her mind.

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not a soldat | part 7.

Summary: Y/N L/N is not a superhero. No serums, no agencies. Just a civilian from a long line of family that’s served in the military. Y/N’s a history buff and bit of a spy in her own special way. This somehow lands her in trouble she never saw coming and straight into the hands of Falcon, Captain America, and Black Widow… if she doesn’t get caught in the unbreakable grasp of the Winter Soldier first.

Warning for the Series: violence, angst, slow burn

Pairing: Bucky x black!reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

They wouldn’t let you see Bucky. Ross didn’t care what deals they had made with you. After you had heard he and Steve landed in the water from a helicopter crash that Steve caused, they wouldn’t let you see him. And unfortunately the Avengers seemed to agree because of your lack of any sort of super power— even Nick.

“The minute we know he’s not the Winter Soldier, we let you in to see him. Okay?”

You were surprised the Secretary of State was on your side. You had really freaked him and the rest of the UN out, now they wanted to do whatever stayed on your good side. And it seemed that your good side had everything to do with Barnes— even after they were sure he almost killed you. It started with them getting the press to clear Bucky’s name. Albeit, that process was going very slow.

Maybe it wasn’t fair, potentially even selfish, but Steve went inside the room to see Bucky first before you. You felt a bit of betrayal as he took Sam with him. Nat put a hand on your shoulder in an attempt for comfort. You watched as Bucky rattled off facts about him, things you couldn’t find in a museum. Things only Steve and Bucky knew— and you from transcribing his journal.

“And just like that we’re supposed to be cool?” Sam asked.

“What did I do?” Bucky asked, eyes pleading.

“Enough,” Steve responded.

“Oh, God, I knew this would happen. Everything HYDRA put inside me is still there and all he had to do was say some bullshit words.”

“Who was he?”

“I don’t know.”

“People died for this man to get ten minutes with you. We need better than that, Buck.”

“He wanted to know about Siberia,” Bucky tried to recall. In Winter Soldier mode, he blacked out mostly. “Where I was kept, exactly where.”

“Why would he need to know that?”

“Because he’s not the only Winter Soldier,” you whispered at the same time Bucky said it.

The hand Nat had on your shoulder clenched up. They all looked around at each other. Steve and Sam looked back at the two way mirror. If Bucky wasn’t the only one, the world was screwed. It was something you had just finished uncovering in a waterlogged HYDRA file that came your way. Ross, Nick, and the secretary turned to you.

“If you hadn’t attacked I would’ve been able to send you that information.”

Ross went in and kicked Steve and Sam out. Sam and Steve walked back into the room, communicating to the rest of the Avengers team with just nods.

“Where is she?” Bucky asked.

“What the hell do you know about the other soldiers? We need to know this, Barnes.”

“Where is she? Is she okay?”

Ross looked around, exasperated, before turning to face the mirror. “Send (Y/N) in.”

Ross watched as you walked in. You held out a hand and after a defiant look he settled and gave you the key before leaving. Bucky watched you step further into the room, finally in a different dress.

“This a smart idea?” the secretary asked Ross.

For once everyone agreed, the Avengers were concerned about you. They watched as you unlocked Bucky’s cuffs. He didn’t move, they weren’t even sure if he was breathing as you stepped near him.

“No,” Ross said. “He makes a move to kill her and we’re screwed.”

“Barnes trusts her. He was alone in Romania but opened up to her. I don’t think he would do that,” Nat said.

“He stopped attacking her. She said he recognized her even as the Winter Soldier.”

Nick and Ross looked at Steve. He had dropped a bombshell and everyone knew it. This wasn’t the first time Bucky seemed to have a moment of clarity while in Soldier mode— and not the first time with you.

“So he’s the only one he’ll speak to,” Ross said.

“Even if he knows the rest of us are behind this glass?” Nick questioned.

They watched you sit on the floor, tucking your dress into your lap to keep everything hidden and protected. Everyone collectively relaxed as Bucky slowly sunk to the floor and sat cross-legged across from you.

“Do you have it?” he asked.

You nodded and took the knife from the thigh strap. Bucky nodded as he saw it.

“Don’t put it up,” he said as you went to place it back into its place.

“You won’t hurt me, Bucky.”

“I did hurt you.”

“Bucky didn’t hurt me, whatever that man did to you hurt me. The Winter Soldier hurt me.”

Bucky swallowed and looked down. He pulled down the long sleeve of his shirt to hide the metal arm as best as he could when you subconsciously rubbed at your neck.

“Soldat stopped him.”

Bucky looked up again.

“I’m okay, so please don’t beat yourself up, Bucky.”

“But I…”

Everyone on the other side of the mirror froze as you slid the knife over to Bucky. Sam had one hand on the door ready to race in.

“Then hurt me, Bucky… no? You didn’t and you won’t. Stand up, please.”

He wouldn’t move until you picked up the knife. You put it back in the thigh strap but it was good enough for him. Bucky followed where you directed him, getting almost uncomfortably close to the mirror making the secretary back up even though he wasn’t in the room. No one on the other side knew what you were doing as you walked behind Bucky. He wouldn’t talk and you knew it.

You knew he was aware of all of them on the other side— if he didn’t before, the rotating door of people before you that came in was definitely a big clue. You needed Bucky to be comfortable and to open up again. Everyone on the other side of the glass looked in mild surprise at the sight in front of them.

“Did he just crack a smile?” Tony asked.

Bucky couldn’t help it as he felt your heavy head when your forehead landed on his back. You breathed out a large sigh.

“I’m cold.”

“It’s an interrogation room, printesa.”

“When are you going to teach me Romanian?”

“I’ll start tomorrow. Heard Sam call you Caliber. That nickname related to what I think it is?”

“Only arrows and a twenty-two.”

“How good?”

“Eight rounds to the head, seven to the chest.”

“Moving target?”

“Can hit a kill zone if I really tried.”

“Why haven’t we bought you a gun yet instead of just the knife.”

You chuckled slightly before getting serious now that Bucky was warmed up.

“Will you tell me about the others?”

They watched Bucky stiffen slightly before relaxing. He turned his head slightly to try and look at you. You slipped your hand into his flesh one, another sight that surprised them all. Bucky faced forward again but wouldn’t let go of your hand. Ross and Sharon took notes as Bucky spoke, your mumbles and noises to let him know you were listening spurred him to continue talking. Notebooks didn’t do justice to what Bucky remembered. You tapped his hand in the same pattern that you would knock on his door, twice and then once, as he talked about the training he put the others through.

“But they were unstable at times. However, HYDRA’s most elite death squad was too good for them to kill the programs. My kills look like nothing in comparison to them and that was before the serum.”

“Are they all like you?”

“Worse. They speak thirty languages, can hide in plain sight, destabilize. You can take down a whole country with the documents you have but that would still take months… they need one night.”

“And would the doctor be able to control them?”

“Enough.”

“And they all used your trigger words, everyone’s under the same control?”

“To activate them, yes. To turn it off, we’re all on different triggers.”

“Thank you for telling me, Bucky… I’m still cold.”

He huffed out something the others could compare to a laugh. You tapped Bucky’s hand in the pattern once more before removing your hand from his.

“What is about her?” Nick asked. “She gets everyone to open up.”

The secretary looked at where you had peeked out from behind Bucky. “When this is all over, I want her moved up from just the historian.”

“Sir, (Y/N) has no training,” Sharon said. “There’s a reason she didn’t join the military like the rest of her family. Are we about to throw her into a life that she stayed away from. For what? Interrogations and decoding?”

“She stopped being a civilian the minute HYDRA had a target on her. The whole goddamn UN knows her name, so we train her but she clearly can’t go back to normal… if we’re going after the other Winter Soldiers, we need more than just you guys.”

“The Accords haven’t been redone.”

“Congrats, Captain Rogers. This is your last off-grid mission, round up anyone else you can and stop them. I’ll get the UN on the phone, schedule a hearing in a few days for when you get back.”

They shut up when you and Bucky entered. Any potential crack of emotion they saw from Bucky through the mirror was gone the minute he stepped into the room with anyone that wasn’t you or Steve. Ross eyed him.

“You know we need him. If we’re going to stop the others, he’s the best lead we have.”

“Absolutely not,” Steve said.

“With all due respect, I wasn’t asking. (Y/N) has to come too. She would stay on the quinjet,” Ross quickly said before the protests could leave their mouths. “But if she’s the only one who can crack through Barnes even a little bit, she stays as close to him as possible.”

Everyone nodded and started planning how to get home and find any other superheroes they knew, as well as getting Wanda, Clint, and Vision from the compound. T’Challa approached you and Bucky.

“I would like to give my sincere apologies to you both. If you ever need anything, do not hesitate to find me.”

“You won’t fight?”

“I think I need to be with my people currently.”

You were in a hotel room next to Bucky’s. Since they were headed to Moscow it was agreed that you and Bucky would stay in Berlin while the others gathered who they could. Bucky hesitantly knocked on your door. You opened without hesitation, he still wasn’t sure around you after what happened. Bucky looked at the attire you were given, pants for once but still not dressed down.

“Should we order room service?” you asked.

“Whatever you want.”

You flipped through the menu, ordering for both of you before hanging up. It was silent until the food came but not the good silent that was usually between the two of you.

“I don’t like whatever Bucky this is.”

“Why did you trust me? The only person still trying is Steve but I knew him before. Why you? Your first memory of me was a headlock.”

“And my second memory was you dropping Steve at my feet, checking that he was still breathing before handing me a knife to protect myself. Whatever made you remember Steve told you that you could trust me. And then in Romania. Bucky you’ve never once done anything outside of a mind control situation that made me scared of you.”

“But if I can’t stop. Those words.”

“We’ll stop them all then.”

Bucky laughed at your tenacity. He watched you clear the plates and take the tray to place outside the door. When you sat back on the bed, you weren’t expecting Bucky to shove something in your hand. You looked to see his tags.

“Bucky.”

“I know that there’s a chance I snap at any moment. As long as someone out there knows those words then I’m not safe. No one is with the Winter Soldier still out of my control. Keep it, I want someone to remember James Buchanan Barnes. I trust you with my life.”

“You know you’re technically active duty right?” you tried to joke.

“Avengers ain’t the military, printesa. I’m a vet from that. Never looking back.”

You put the chain on and tucked the tags under your shirt. Bucky couldn’t help but smile at that, most people if given tags would wear them out but you tucked them in like they were your own.

The quinjet made you nervous no matter how much bulletproof stuff they put on you. It didn’t help that Tony discovered the doctor who interviewed Bucky wasn’t the actual doctor— the real man was found dead in his hotel bathtub. Whoever interviewed Bucky was named Zemo, a man that lost his family in Sokovia. A man that blamed the Avengers and wanted to destroy them from within and almost succeeded. But since there was a breakthrough, his only other option was to release Winter Soldiers on the world. It was either bring the fight to him or let the soldiers out— he wasn’t going to stop until the Avengers were over.

You were equipped with a comm and placed in between several Avengers. The quinjet couldn’t stay on the snowy peak so you had to exit with them but they left you in a hidden corridor and gave you a comm to hear everything. Bucky shoved a small handgun in your hand before disappearing with the others.

You listened over the comm to the monologuing and then the sounds of fighting. You couldn’t tell who was winning but considering every Avengers’ breath could be heard in your ear, you knew they were all alive— not without injury, you had heard the crash of Rhodey hit the floor when a soldier took out his legs. And then it got quiet for a moment.

“No,” you heard Tony whisper.

What you couldn’t see was that despite being engaged in a fight with the other Winter Soldiers, the Avengers couldn’t currently get to Zemo who was in a safe bunker watching the action. Zemo played a video. You heard the constant apologies of Bucky and the quiet sobs of Tony. And then even Tony’s sobs stopped as you heard the first word of Russian come from Zemo’s mouth.

“Longing.”

(Part 8)...

#bucky x reader #avengers fic #marvel fic

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sgt-seabass · 2 years

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

Thank you Alice, and thank you @bemine-bucky for the tag as well 💙

As I Sleep

Tear You Apart

Red Sun

Monster

Mr Sandman

I’m gonna tag some peeps as it’s much easier for me with my limited time atm -

@buckybarneschokeme @late-to-the-party-81 @cherienymphe @ambrosiase @soldatsass

#ambs answers #alice 💙

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awesomebitchyuniverse · 2 years

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Non so su chi puntare i miei soldi:

- De Winter o Pjaca che vuoi mica non avere un goal di uno di loro

- Parisi obiettivo di mercato

- Destro che non ha mai fatto goal alla Juve

#magari anche più di uno why not

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☂ — [receiver] sees [sender] fall from a roof/high place while putting up christmas lights 😔 cringefail .

a promise to the twins! nanako and mimiko, whom he 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔢𝔡 shopping with; 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊 to 𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱 their home with Christmas decorations. ornaments, tinsel, lights of all colors, a star, and 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 characters to place in front of their yard. ( 𝕊𝔸ℕ𝕋𝔸 , ℝ𝔼𝕀ℕ𝔻𝔼𝔼ℝ𝕊, 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝔸 𝕊ℕ𝕆𝕎𝕄𝔸ℕ ). it was a ｃｏｍｐｅｔｉｔｉｏｎ that the family had been ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ forward to since the 🇧🇪🇬🇮🇳🇳🇮🇳🇬 of the month. the grand prize, emphasized by bolded black lettering and a red underline, left everyone ᵍᵘᵉˢˢⁱⁿᵍ its contents. with geto out of sight, it was an open 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 for the trio to flee in 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 . a fun uncle, which the girls call him.

vehicle packed and wallet down a few bucks, delight 𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡 their faces, 𝖗𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 in casual talk on 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰, singing along to the 𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 holiday tunes. how can they not 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖 the holiday with family? exactly how long has it been since he ever ｖｉｓｉｔｅｄ his brother? since his ᴅᴇᴘᴀʀᴛᴜʀᴇ to 🇸🇴🇱🇩🇮🇪🇷, it felt like years. to the point he didn't even know he even had nieces. a ᵍⁿᵃʷⁱⁿᵍ sensation that 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 plague in acid pit, things were going to change. at least for the twins.

@ungest . prompted. &. winter / christmas / holiday themed prompts .

hours had gone by as the once austere outer 𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 of the house, looked as if the jolly white beard figure and thrown up. this would surely get them to be in the 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖉 for the decorating! with the 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼 now set up in the yard alongside candy canes, a Christmas tree, and fake snow, all that was 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉 to do was to put up the lights on the roof. while the girls went 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 to do their tasks, he was left to ｃｏｍｐｌｅｔｅ his own. a boost of morale to himself, and a ladder resting 🇸🇪🇨🇺🇷🇪🇱🇾 against the house, zack ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ to climb up with the lights in tow.

unbeknownst to SOLDIER, what he had 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔡 to notice was a 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 light 𝓾𝓷𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓭 in his hand, thus boots 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 on the colored bulbs as he 𝕡𝕝𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 down to the ground. a shortfall, but a hard ｉｍｐａｃｔ from solid soil 'pon back. a ɢʀᴜɴᴛ / getting the wind 🇰🇳🇴🇨🇰🇪🇩 right out of him. lights ᵉⁿᵛᵉˡᵒᵖᵉᵈ him, and even on ᵗᵒᵖ of him. sight 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 only to gain his 𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 back as he 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 footsteps coming near him. leaning over him was none other than geto. a smirk 'pon frontal view, then a 𝙢𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙙 laughter. " yeah, yeah. laugh all you want. at least I'm doing this for my nieces. "

#ungest #╰ * INBOX : email ⧽ zack fair fanclub messages .#me: i'ma do this short #also me: writes it long #zack will do anything for the twins :weary:

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Febuwhump day 8: Caged with Steve and Bucky

For @febuwhump ‘s challenge! Day 8: Caged with Steve and Bucky

Ao3 stand alone: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44926849

Ao3 as chapter: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44655928/chapters/113042605

Timeline: Interruption of CATWS

TW: capture? Nothing super severe

“Bucky?” Steve froze on the bridge, starring at him. His eyes were ringed, and his hair long. But it was unmistakably him.

“Who the hell is Bucky,” the voice said tonelessly. And while the words ran through Steve’s head, while he processed it, while the dots slowly connected, Bucky raised a gun and shot him dead in the chest.

Steve fell slowly. The force of the bullet alone was enough to knock him over. But he wasn’t bleeding. A figure stood over him, wearing Bucky’s face. But Bucky didn’t hold is body like that. He didn’t snarl like that. Slowly, Steve’s eyes closed. The bullet was a tranquilliser. A gloved hand slipped under Steve’s neck, and a metal arm went under his knees. The last thing Steve thought was how much he wished it was his Bucky holding him like that.

Steve came to consciousness slowly. He didn’t open his eyes, and kept his breathing even. He let his other senses explore. He was on concrete, sloped against a wall. His hands were cuffed behind his back, and there seemed to be a chain attaching his cuffs to the wall. He was wearing the same clothes, but all of his weapons were gone. Someone was breathing quietly near him. Not too near, but in the same room.

“I know you’re awake,” Bucky’s voice said. “Might as well open your eyes.”

Steve sighed and opened them. Not-Bucky was sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the room. It was small, 10 by 10, with no furnishings other than the chair Not-Bucky was in. An uncovered lightbulb hung from the ceiling, and one wall was bars that lead into a hallway. Not-Bucky observed him, and Steve did the same. Not-Bucky sat up straight, his arms on the armrests of the chair. His left arm was metal.

“Steven Grant Rogers,” Not-Bucky said. “You have been captured by Hydra. You will be contained here until further notice.”

“Bucky,” Steve whispered. “Your name is James Buchanan Barnes. Do you remember?”

“Negative. I am Asset 1. Food will be brought to you once a day. Relieve yourself in the-”

“Stop it,” Steve interrupted. “You knew me. What happened to you?”

Not-Bucky didn’t answer. He got up and unlocked the cage door, and closed it behind him. As he walked down the hallway, Steve could hear him talking to himself.

“I knew him. How did I know him? Negative. Mission… he’s a mission.”

Steve sighed and sat up. He wiggled his hands under him so they were in front of him. The chain attaching the cuffs to the wall was long, 7 or so feet, so Steve stood up. Going by the stiffness of his body, he had only been out for a few hours.

“Hello?” he called. “Is anyone else there?”

No one responded. Of course. His eyes fell on the chair. To his surprise, there was a pad of paper and a pencil. A peace offering.

And so Steve passed the time, doodling and humming old songs. After he drew Not-Bucky, he drew his hands in the cuffs, then the cell. But he kept returning to Not-Bucky. There was something off. Why did he look so different?

“No, that’s not it,” he muttered. “Fine, let’s draw Bucky, then Not-Bucky.”

So Steve turned to a new page and started sketching. First, the rough shape of his face. He knew it well. Then the short hair. The shape of his eyes. The wrinkles. Steve drew him at the same angle with the same expressions, but still, something seemed so different. Even when Steve drew on the long hair, and dirt or whatever it was around his eyes, something was different.

Then it hit him. The skin itself was different. Bucky’s skin was softer, more relaxed. Not-Bucky’s skin was shallow, as if he hadn’t been nourished properly. There were creases on his forehead, but no smile lines. His very eyes were sunken.

“Why did you draw me?” a voice said.

Steve jumped and looked up. The Winter Soldier had appeared in front of the cage. He held a plate of bread and cheese.

“Because I knew you,” Steve answered cautiously.

Not-Bucky opened the cage door and stepped in, placing the food on the ground. He leaned against the wall and closed the door with a slam. They were locked in there together

“Tell me what you remember,” Not-Bucky said.

Steve looked at him. His irises were the same. If he stared at those, just those, he could almost pretend it was his Bucky. The logical voice in his head told him that Not-Bucky was a spy, just gathering information, but the words tumbled out of him anyway.

“We were best friends. I loved you. You loved me. You… you saved me. You kept me alive, and I… helped you. A bit. But then you… we were in the war… and you fell…” he trailed off. Tears were running down his cheeks. When had that happened?

“Fell off a train,” Not-Bucky said. “Lost my arm.”

Steve looked at him. He was slouching slightly, and his eyes were downcast.

“I thought I was done for. I watched a train drive way above me. I wanted to be on it. And then… people came. They saved me. Gave me a new arm… and then-” He broke off abruptly and stood up. “Negative. Information gathered. Food will be brought to you twice a day. Relieve yourself in the drain. You are a prisoner. Food will be brought…” he slammed the door behind him and walked down the hallway, still muttering the instructions.

But for a moment, Steve realised, it wasn’t Not-Bucky. Bucky was still in there. And Bucky was just as caged as he was.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes white wolf #steve rogers #captain america #catws #captain america the winter soldier #is that not a tag???#febuwhump #febuwhump 2023

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georgiapeach305132 · 3 years

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Man Out of Time: Chap 51, Respect Our Space

Bucky's POV:

Our small family sits at the breakfast table eating our special occasion favorite, chocolate chip waffles. I swirl a big mound of whipped cream on Maggie's waffle, and the little girl smiles up at me with her bright blue Steve Rogers's eyes. Her eyes are the twins of her dad's after the serum. Pre-serum his eyes were mostly green, the bright blue barely weaved its way through. Her fork first goes into the dollop of whip cream, taking a big bite of the white fluff with a smile, looking over at Charlie. Charlie returns the smile shaking her head.

Today is finally Friday. Today Steve will be here, and I need a moment with the man. I watch his small daughter. She kicks her legs around excited for her favorite breakfast and Steve's visit. Charlie's hand rubs along my thigh, her chair is awkwardly at the corner of the table to bring her closer to me. I don't know how I feel about sitting at the head of the table if it means being further away from her. Time in the cottage is just such a bliss. I'm enjoying this time off, but I'm sure it will quickly be taken away from us. Another mission is bound to be coming sooner than we would wish.

"When is daddy coming again?" Maggie looks over to her mom. She's asked several times already this morning. She wants to tell him all about Louisiana, and getting to go on the boat. I'm sure he'll make a comment about Charlie not being on the boat with her.

"Well, little pearl it's now 8:30. Your dad comes at 2:00. That means you have five hours and thirty more minutes. Make sure to eat your eggs, too."

"Ugh. Can he not come earlier and spend longer?" She whines. I see Charlie take in a deep breath wanting to stay calm for Maggie, but 2:00 was the time that Steve suggested.

"We can talk to him about that." I assure the young girl; Charlie gives me a soft smile and we continue to eat breakfast. "We should do a hike through the woods today. I haven't walked around the property much."

"Really?" Maggie asks. Her bright eyes look over to Charlie asking the same question.

"I think that's a great idea, Bucky. Eat up and we'll get ready. I'll make us a picnic lunch." Maggie quickly shovels food in her mouth, "Ma'am, you need to slow down. Choking on your food isn't going to do you any good." Maggie sighs, but does slow down her eating.

Once she's full she walks over to me and gives me a big hug and thanking me for suggesting the hike. I know I have a dopey smile when I look over at Charlie and her face is emotionless. "I've been traded in, I tell you." I laugh at her. "She was always meant to be a daddy's girl. And now her bonus dad is getting all the love."

"I did suggest we go hiking." I chuckle at her. "And you'll always be her mom. No one can take your place." She rolls her eyes at me. "You'll pay for that later."

"Whatever do you mean, James?" Her lips softly kiss on mine.

"You enjoy being a brat, don't you?" She gives a shrug. My arms pull her over to my lap. "Yeah, you do, doll." Our lips connect. Her tongue tickles along my lips before I return the touch with my own. Soaking up her taste. "Save that for later." I pat on her thigh.

"You're right. I need to get us a lunch packed." She quickly pecks my lips and goes to walk into the kitchen. I gather up the dirty dishes and begin loading them in the dishwasher, and washing up the dishes from the breakfast preparation while Charlie continues to pack lunch. "You know, it's still early. We could just leave the lunch here and have picnic outside, that way Maggie can play on the play set."

"Whatever you think doll." I quickly give her a kiss, but she holds tightly to me, lingering our kiss.

"You two finished?" Maggie taps her foot on the floor. "Because I'm ready to go."

"Watch your manners, Maggie James." Charlie gives her the mom look that I've grown accustomed to.

"Sorry." The small blonde sheepishly says. "But are you about finished?"

"Yes, you need some sneakers on though, little lady." I tell her. She runs back in her room.

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"Fifty-seven...fifty-eight...fifty-nine...sixty. Ready or not here I come!" I call to the two girls in my life. After lunch we decided to play some hide and seek to pass the time, until Steve arrives. Spotting a giggling Maggie almost immediately her bright blonde pigtails wiggling around with her body, I don't want to expose her though, so I set off looking for Charlie. Walking past Maggie's hiding spot causes her to giggle a bit louder, seeing that I missed her. "Maggie? Is that you giggling?" I call out in front of me.

"No." Her small voice calls out. Lord, she's been around Sam too long.

Catching a glimpse of Charlie, I stealthily walk behind her. Wrapping my arms around her waist. "You wanted to get caught, didn't you?"

"Oh no. Why would I want to get caught White Wolf?" Her lips meet mine. "Let's find the little one. I heard her giggling."

"No, you didn't!" She calls back. Half a super soldier. Maggie has excellent hearing.

"You go left and I'll go right." Charlie casts in my mind, I give her a quick nod and we stalk around Maggie. Her wild squeal echoes through the property as Charlie and I chase her around. She weaves her body expertly trying to avoid capture.

"No! You'll never take me alive." She giggles. Charlie is able to grab her up, tickling her. Not to be outdone I swoop in grabbing both girls up and bringing us to the ground in a fit of laughter.

I hear a quick click of a phone and then the voice we've all been waiting to hear. "Well, isn't this a sweet picture." He yells over to us, he places Charlie's phone back on the table, and slowly walks down the steps to the yard.

Maggie's eyes go bright, you can see the delight in her blue green eyes as she pulls herself from Charlie's grasp and a gleeful, "Daddy!" gushes out of her mouth. Her little legs run up to Steve and he swings her up in his arms, throwing her up in the air before catching her. I still will never understand how he was able to leave the girl.

"Daddy, how's Peggy been?" She asks.

"She knows about Peggy?" I cast over to Charlie.

"I guess so. I was unaware about that."

"She's good little one. We'll talk about her later." His eyes narrow towards me and Charlie still sitting on the cool ground, wrapped up in each other. "How've you been Buck?" His eyes finally meet mine.

"I can honestly say I've never been better. We've got a good life, huh, doll?" I give her a quick kiss and pull ourselves up off the ground and walk towards them. "Good to see you again, punk." I wrap my arms around Steve and Maggie.

"Steve." Charlie nods and kisses his cheek. No bit of jealousy is left when it comes to those two. I'm not stupid, I know exactly what I mean to Charlie. Multiple times she allows her empathy to wash over me when we orgasm together. And Steve is never in those visions. Visions of her current feelings for me. Visions of our future together and what she's envisioned for us. A beautiful and long life together.

"Maggie, why don't you go color me a picture so I can talk to your mom and Bucky alone for a bit." Great. Not sure why he wants to talk to us, I'm the one who needs to be talking to him. I wish things could just be normal between us three. The young girl runs inside. "Make it pretty I'm going to hang it on the fridge at home." His eyes flick between me and Charlie and she just snuggles up closer to my side. I inhale the sweet smell of her floral perfume drifting over to me.

"What's this about Steve?" She asks. Her tone is soft, not wanting to ruin our good day so far.

"Peggy thinks I'm coming too often. Taking the Pym Particles is becoming more difficult for her." His hand connects with her shoulder and leads us to the swing, while he sits in a chair. "And I understand this is a lot to ask of you two, but if I'm not coming as often...well, I would like to stay longer. Stay for a few days or week...ss." The s is a whisper but we both hear it. "And don't talk in your heads. I'd prefer to hear what you both think. I mean it won't feel like anytime at all on Peggy's end."

Charlie's eyes meet mine, contemplating everything he's saying. "There is a guest room." She whispers. "And you're here with me. But this is your home, too, Bucky. I need you to be comfortable with everything."

I give her a smile before looking at Steve. "It would have to be scheduled days. We would need to know exactly how long you're planning on staying. That time watch will be locked away."

"Are you afraid I'll take my daughter with me?" He asks, eyes narrowing at me.

"Yes. The thing is Steve, you left. You chose to leave this timeline to go back to then. So, you're the one that suffers. Not Charlie, not Maggie, not me. Not to mention we have to have a man to man talk." Charlie's legs drape over my lap and she leans further back on the swing.

"This is about the other day? When you guys went on a date?" Sadness flashes in his eyes and he looks at Charlie. He's surprised she told me.

Gritting my teeth, I nod my head. "Among other things."

"Okay...Also, there's the business of Peggy. As you can tell Maggie knows about her." Nervously his hands rub together. The callouses and dryness of his hands cause a rough humming sound.

"Does Maggie understand who Peggy is to you? And you were honest about why you've been traveling through time?" Charlie chooses her words carefully.

"Yes. She knows that Peggy and I are married." I watch his Adam's apple bob up and down, as he tries to hold back tears. "I don't know what I did when I left her. I love Peggy, but being away from Maggie is so hard. I didn't expect for it to be like this or feel like this." He pauses as a tear falls down his cheek. "I may have made a mistake, but I can't change it now. Charlie...I'm so sorry for doing that to you. And all the things I've done to you. I just assumed you would always be there. Always forgive me."

"Steve, I am here for you."

"Not like I wanted you to be. But you were right. I used you. I always compared you to her. I was too dumb to see what was right in front of me." I begin to say something, but Steve puts his hand up at me. "But when I saw you two together, I knew I was never meant to be with you. And that hurt. I thought that I had missed out on the person I was supposed to be with twice then. The first because of the plane crash. And the second because I was too dumb and stubborn to see what I had in front of me."

"Steve..." I begin. My teeth grit together again.

"I'm not trying to take your girl, Bucky. I know she's meant to be with you. The universe just had a cruel way to keep us all intertwined."

"Steve...did something happen with Peggy?" Charlie whispers to him. Her eyes can't meet his. She just draws shapes with her fingers on my metal arm.

"She thinks I come too often to this time. And when you were away Buck, she...she thought that I had been unfaithful to her. She said that must be why I wanted to come so often. She hasn't had a baby yet and doesn't understand the pull I have to Maggie."

"You were unfaithful." Charlie's voice is almost inaudible. There it is. I had been wanting to avoid this. Charlie basically told me this happened. No details, and she wasn't unfaithful. He was.

"I'm sorry, Buck." The only thing that can come out of his mouth. He can't look me in the eye, and I stare only at him.

"Charlie. Can you give us a minute?" My fists are tight. This ends today. That way we can move forward. Especially if he's going to be spending more time here.

"James."

"I'm fine, doll. It's just time for this. Why don't you start supper? I was thinking those chorizo enchiladas you make that I love. Sound good Steve?" Still not looking at me he nods. His head is held low. He's ashamed, as he should be. "Hey, I love you Charlotte...Barnes." She rolls her eyes but gives me a kiss before walking inside. "How about some elote too? Maybe a tres leches cake." I try to keep her busy for a while. And if this conversation is not too long, I can go in and help her.

Steve's eyes finally meet mine. "We were drunk."

"I don't care. She told me. We weren't together." I know that my eyes are cold as I look at him, but I want us to be on good terms, leave the past in the past.

"She loves you. Loved you then. Even screamed your name." He lets out an awkward laugh.

"Steve." I growl out his name. I don't want to talk about this. "Enough. That's not even what I want to talk about. That day we went on our first date. I know Charlie talked to you, and I know that you saw her on the phone with me. You have to respect our space." Ashamed he looks away. "I know...you've seen her...before. But she's with me now. I want to marry her." His eyes shift to look at me. A moment of sadness and happiness peers from his eyes. He's very conflicted. "I just have to ask Clint and her dad."

"Her dad died in a car crash." He's confused. And I don't know how much I should tell him.

"No, he didn't. That was her adopted dad." Now it's my turn to look away from him.

"Adopted? W-what?" He deeply breathes in. Clearly his mind is a whirlwind.

"Zemo, he had a file of Charlie's time in Hydra." Bright blue green eyes look at me scared. "There was SD cards with videos of her time there. And like I told you, from the moment we met when she was eight, I felt a strong need to protect her. She basically grew up there. I was able to help her escape when she was eighteen."

"No. She moved in with the Barton's when she was sixteen." His eyes shift around, and even turns to look back in the house at Charlie.

"No. She had amazing powers in Hydra. Ones that just recently became known. She used her powers to make her forget, and made herself believe she was sixteen so that the Barton's would take her in to live."

"Eighteen?" His mind races as he puts together that piece.

"Yeah. Eighteen." I sigh. "I don't know how much I should tell you. It's just as much her story as mine."

"What happened in there?" An edge of anger comes through his voice.

"Hydra saw our affections for one another. As a child she was able to get me out of the Winter Soldier mode. I even put a gun to Pierce's head when I thought he would hurt her. She was nine. She had a very evident crush on me when she was older...and when she became of age, we fell for one another. A man named John Garrett picked up on this and him and Pierce decided to let me be free around the compound, and they allowed us to..."

"What?" His back straightens up as he looks at me. "What are you telling me?" Again, darkness and anger are in his voice.

"Pierce wanted us to have a baby. He gave her fertility pills and told her they were vitamins."

"Why would he want that?" Steve speaks through his teeth.

"He wanted an asset that would be half super soldier and half demigod...well demigoddess." My eyes meet his and I watch him soak that piece of information in.

"What?" His chest heaves, almost as if he's having a panic attack. "Who's her father?" Meeting my eyes, trying to read me. And then with a deep sigh, "Thor?" I nod my head. "He knew. He asked me to send her with him to Asgard during the time heist. Nearly begged me. Thor never gave me a reason why. He just told me she helped him, and he always wanted her to see Asgard. He had to have wanted to take her back home. See if that would help her remember." Most of his words are to himself as he rambles. "Thor saw his mother. She would have got to see Charlie again. When did she leave Asgard? How did she get there? You said demigoddess. So, her mother was human?"

"In the video she told Garrett that her grandfather made her and her mom leave because she was a distraction to Thor and Frigga. We have to talk to Thor to get some details. So, I'm not sure." We stare at one another for a few moments.

"Was Hydra successful with their plan? I mean...did you guys...were you guys ever...together?" I see the sadness in his eyes. He doesn't want me to be the one who Charlie gave her virginity to.

"There was no baby. But yes, we were together." My voice is solemn, because I can see what this means to him.

"She told me I was her first." I watch his hands clench into a fist.

"She didn't remember, Steve. Hydra didn't wipe her memories. She did. And she did a damn good job."

"And you? In Vienna, I shared her with you. And you had already been with her."

"Steve...you're overreacting here. Charlie isn't property. You don't get to own her. You don't get to tell her what to do." Angry he stares over to me. "This is stupid. You admitted that she took Peggy's place. That she reminded you of Peggy, so you settled. I'm not settling, she is who I want."

"It was always you. She was always going to choose you. She took her memories with you away from herself, and still chose you." I take a deep breath. Allowing him one more comment before he pisses me off. "I was never meant to be with her."

"Jealousy doesn't look good on you, Steve."

"Oh, shut up. I spent eight years with that woman. Up until she met you, I knew she loved me. Was in love with me. And now everything makes sense. She was frozen the moment she saw you face to face. You didn't want to let her go. You never hurt her even in the Winter Soldier mode." I give him a look. I strangled her and hit her. "Not like you did with everyone else. You wanted to kill us. You took her, because you wanted her...wow."

"Wow?" I look at him. Confused at the comment.

"Charlie is daughter of Thor. Her official adopted uncle was Clint. Nat helped train her, and was like a sister to her. Tony basically adopted her. She has a child with me. And in love with Bucky Barnes. She is weaved so deep in the Avengers. How was this information never out?" He smiles at me. We're past the awkward part.

"We both think that Natasha might have known more than she told anyone. Maybe even Clint."

"You ever teach her to fight with knives in Hydra?" I give him a smile nodding my head. "Makes sense. She moves like you."

"She could even lace the knife with lightning. She did wrap her lightning around the shield. She's amazing."

"Why did you call her Charlie Barnes?" He huffs out a laugh.

"I like teasing her about her last name." I give a chuckle, trying to peer through the window at my girl. This is my life. This isn't a dream.

"Is Hydra going to get their wish? I know that Charlie wanted more kids once Maggie got older."

"We said we're going to wait until we're married. I honestly would be okay with her being pregnant now. I'm trying to do things right with her, you know? Charlie has never had the chance to have a normal life. She was raised in Asgard until she was eight. Then in Hydra until she was eighteen. Then raised by Avenger until she was twenty-five. Got in a complicated relationship with a man who wouldn't take her out on a date." I look over at Steve. There's no anger in my voice. I've accepted Charlie's past just like she has mine. There's nothing that we don't know about one another now.

"It seems it all worked out the way it was supposed to." Steve hums.

"But seriously, respect our space, Steve." He nods at me. "We are a couple. We have sex, we kiss, we love each other."

"Listen, I know how...horny Charlie is. You don't have to explain." He laughs.

"That's my future wife you're talking about. So, watch it." I go to stand. It's time I help my girl.

"I really am sorry about everything, Buck. I see what she means to you. I know what you mean to her. But remember this isn't easy for me either. I know you two think I just up and went to be with Peggy and everything became easy. I still have complicated feelings towards her. We had a good five years. And I do regret sometimes what I did. I should have tried to live a life here. Not with her. It was always going to be you. But tried to be a present father to Maggie." I pat his shoulder. Holding a hand out to him to take his time watch. He doesn't hesitate. Just hands it over.

And right on cue Maggie comes running out to him. Showing him her work of art. "Do you like it? I thought I would make something extra pretty for Peggy...and you, too. Will I ever get to meet her?" She places her short legs on Steve's lap as he looks over the picture.

"One day, angel." He kisses her cheek and I walk into the house to help Charlie.

"Does that mean that I get to go back with you?" Her eyes are bright, wanting to see where her dad goes when he leaves.

"Absolutely not." My voice is firm. I narrow my eyes at Steve. He wants to say something, but knows that deep down not even Charlie would go for that. Maybe if we went with them, but never send her back with Steve.

"No, angel, I don't think that will be possible." He softly tells her. Charlie and him are excellent at not having arguments in front of Maggie. They feel she needs to live as happy a life as possible, especially since we all see what can really be going on in the world.

Upon entering I see her swaying her hips, lightly singing to the record that's playing. This isn't a dream. This is our life. I watch her place the yellow sponge cake in the oven, stirring around the browning chorizo. She turns to the island and catches me staring at her. "This would get done quicker if you helped." Her sweet smile that she makes only for me is evident. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're just so beautiful. Whose girl are you, doll?"

With a little giggle and quick walk over to me, she gives me her signature smile. "Yours. Only yours, James." She places her soft pink lips on mine. "You know you don't always have to confirm whose girl I am, right?"

"I like the way the words sound coming out of your pretty mouth." Bashfully she looks away from me. The pink in her cheeks get brighter. I place a hand under her chin so she looks up at me. "And I can't wait to have that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock later."

Her hand playfully smacks at my chest. "Holy shit, Bucky. You say the sweetest things and then turn it around to be the most..."

"Don't act like you don't like it." I pick her body up to mine, and her legs wrap around my waist. Her eyes light up as she looks down to me.

"Bucky, Steve and Maggie are just outside." Her giggles vibrate off the walls.

"I don't care. We're not doing anything with our clothes off. I'm just holding my girl." I lean up to her, softly kissing her lips.

"Well, if you don't want to put me down, walk me to the stove so the chorizo doesn't burn, Alpha." I let out a growl on her neck when I walk us over to the stove. She moves the meat around and looks back at me, pulling me into a deeper kiss. Teasing me with her tongue. Enraptured and love drunk in our moment, we're only focusing on one another.

"Ahem." Steve chokes out. We pull apart and look over to him. "This happen a lot?"

"Our space, Steve. Respect it." I tell him. My arms loosen up against Charlie's as she fully slides down.

"You get used to. They kiss a lot." Maggie answers walking through the door. "You missed our peanut butter mixing party. Maybe you can come on a Thursday one day.

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Charlie's POV:

Oddly the dining area is filled with laughter. Whatever Bucky talked with Steve about worked well, because there seems to be no awkwardness. Easy conversation. Maggie being extra animated telling her dad and bonus dad stories about what happened on the boat. Steve only quickly gives me a look when Maggie tells her that it was just her, the boys, and Sarah. One adult with three kids. "She's still alive, Steve." I cast over to him, and he quickly returns his attention to our daughter.

"Mommy and Aunt Sarah cheated during Uno. They even made me and Bucky lose." She fakes a pout at me, but quickly giggles.

"I tried to warn you, little pearl, but you just wanted to play dirty. I had to do the same." Forks continue to clink on the plates, while a round of yums and mmms fills the dining area.

"How come you never cooked this when I was here?" Steve asks, taking another large bite of enchilada.

"You never asked. And it wasn't in my archive of recipes. I saw this on a YouTube video. And Bucky and Maggie love it." Bucky looks over to me, eyes shining.

"Wait until you taste the cake. It's even better." Bucky informs Steve while still looking at me. "Still not sweeter than the taste of your pussy."

"Bucky!" I warn him with crazy eyes.

"Just warming you up. I know that sweet pussy of yours has got to be getting drenched and messy just for me." He smirks at me, placing a sweet kiss beside my mouth. When his words are anything but sweet.

"You better quit." Before he can respond back, casting his filthy words that are indeed getting me riled up. Maggie gasps beside Steve.

"Can we watch a movie with popcorn before I go to bed?" Maggie asks glancing over at the cake, her plate cleaned of all food.

"We can watch a movie and have a piece of cake, maybe even a swirl of whipped cream on top?" Bucky asks. He's so perfect and seamless with her. I can't wait to give him a child of his own. Seeing how much he loves Maggie, but being able to experience this from conception to birth and beyond. And during the next night of pregnancy, I won't be sad about Bucky being gone.

"Okay. That's fair Buckster." She giggles over looking at him.

Everyone loads their plates into the dishwasher, and I clean up the kitchen, washing everything. Looking over into the living room to the couch where my small daughter sits in between two large super soldiers. "Bucky, can we get a cat?" Maggie whispers over to the large man. He's such a sucker when it comes to her, I can't imagine he'll tell her no.

"Um...well...uh." He stutters. His strong hands rub on the back of his neck, turning slightly to look at me. I just smile and take out plates to cut up pieces of cake for everyone, making sure to swirl some whipped cream on Maggie's.

And then I hear it the sweetest, "Pwease, Buckster? I don't have anyone here to play with." Even this makes Steve laugh. He sees where this is going. Bucky without a doubt will crumble. She never asks Bucky for anything unreasonable. But she also knows how to use those bright blue eyes to play him.

"We'll have to talk to your mom, but I don't see why you couldn't get a cat." He fully looks at me, and I smile nodding my head.

"I said we, as a family, I'm just three. I'll need help taking care of it. I think I want a fluffy girl...maybe. I'll know when I see it."

"Okay, okay, little pearl. Quit trying to use your cute face to get what you want from Bucky. Do you know what movie you want to watch?" Carrying a tray with saucers of cake, of course Bucky and I are sharing, I set it on the coffee table, and sit on the other side of the couch. All four of us sitting on the couch. Like one big happy family.

"Can we watch Pinocchio? Did you two watch it when it first came out?" I can't stand this. That is the sweetest thing ever. Bucky and Steve look down at the little girl, both overcome with emotion as well.

"We did, angel. Bucky was distracted during the movie; I don't know if he remembers it." Steve cockily smiles over to Bucky. They're too competitive.

"And your dad left early, and got in a fight in the alley. I had to save his butt...again." Bucky's strong-arm wraps around me, the smell of his amber woody cologne swirls up my nose. His arm flexes behind me. He knows exactly what he's doing. Making me want him even more.

"It's not a contest guys." Maggie rolls her eyes taking a bite of cake and I stifle a giggle. "So, let's watch it then." Everyone settles back in the couch.

Steve takes a bite of the spongy cake, and rolls his eyes back. "This is amazing, Charlie."

"She's the best." Bucky tells him, taking a bite of the cake I'm holding up to him. "You're still my favorite dessert." His lips touch mine and I taste the sweet milks that the cake has been soaking in. Delicious. And I don't mean the lingering of the cake.

Most of the movie, Maggie sits paying attention. Steve and Bucky's voices hum along to the music, and my heart just feels full. "You staying the night? Or weekend?" I cast over to Steve.

"If you guys don't mind. I'd like to stay for a while. Need a break."

"Not at all. You've got the whole guest room."

"Thanks, Charlie."

I watch Maggie's head fall to side, hitting the side of Bucky's flesh arm a few times before her sweet sleepy voice looks up at Steve, "Daddy. Can you put me to bed and read me a story?"

"Of course, angel. I'm a bit tired myself. G'night, guys."

He cradles a now wide-awake Maggie up the stairs and closing the doors. The muffled lullaby from her music box that Bucky insisted she have whispers down the hall and stairs. I stand carrying the remaining dishes into the kitchen, loading them in the dishwasher and starting it. Bucky never leaves the couch.

Having him be so parental and sweet with Maggie, mixed in with his sexy and dark cologne, not to mention his raunchy words have driven me crazy. Steve will be upstairs for a while. I bite at my lip when I get the most devious idea. Almost the idea of getting caught, and Steve realizing that I am Bucky's girl, and he's my man makes me happier than it should.

I pull my dress up, removing my black lacy panties. And as if right on cue, I watch as Bucky's head leans back, "You almost done, doll? This couch is getting kind of lonely." Without answering I throw the panties over to him. They land right in his lap. He looks at them before picking them up and looking at me. "What's that for?" Already his eyes are dark with lust, his tongue licks along his lip before pulling the lower lip into his mouth. Pearly white teeth bite at his lip, and his finger beckons me to come to him. "No panties, huh? Why don't you get me ready? I'll take you right here, if you think we have time." His hand throws the panties down once I stand right in front of him.

"Oh, we'll have time. He usually falls asleep in there."

I kneel on the floor, using my hands to spread his thighs apart, humming at his already tightened pants. My fingers slide up his thick thighs as he releases a deep sigh, quickly I unlock his belt, and unbutton his pants. My eyes roll up to meet him while he lifts himself off the couch for me to inch his pants down his legs. Placing my hand at the base of his cock, I pull my body closer to him. Kissing his tip, and using my lips to spread around his precum. His body leans back further on the couch and I sink my mouth fully on his hardened and veiny cock. Humming once his tip touches the back of my throat.

I begin bobbing my head on his cock, hollowing my cheeks to fully sheath him in my mouth. Tears form at the corners of my eyes and I dribble out my mouth. Enjoying the taste of him, and the whispered moans that release from his petal pink lips. Just by his sounds alone I feel my core heat up. The insides of my thighs already become sticky as my slick leaks out.

"Doll, as much as I love this, sit on my lap. I'd rather cum in your pussy." His voice rumbles out as he whispers down to me. I slowly pull him out of my mouth, returning another kiss to his tip.

When I lean back up, I wipe away the mess I made around my mouth, "I would say she's yours." He squints his eyes at me, confused by my comment. "My pussy. I would say that she's yours."

I watch his mouth pull up a smirk. "Such a good and slutty girl that you are."

I stand, pulling up the dress a bit before hovering over him, holding onto to the base of his cock, placing it on my entrance, and fully sinking down over him. He hisses once I make contact with his lap. I fan the skirt of my dress out around us. Even if Steve should catch us, he won't be seeing much. "So so perfect for me, doll."

His strong fingers grab ahold of my hips, and I smile at him, placing a tender kiss on the edge of his before rolling my hips of top of him. His fingers grip tighter when I begin kissing along his jawline, marking up his neck. Claiming him as my own. His fingers bury deeper into my hips, leaving his own marks on my skin.

"That's right, honey, ride my cock. Fuck yourself on my cock." He jerks my head away from his neck, both his hands on the side of my face, thumbs grazing along my cheeks. "Or should I say he's your cock." I bite my lip as I smile at him, still rolling my hips, never breaking my rhythm. "Fucking hell, Charlie. Why are you so fucking perfect? Perfectly tight. Perfectly hot. Perfectly mine. My pussy." His lips connect to my neck.

"James, please." I whine to him. I'm close to a release, but I know he's nowhere near ready.

"What is it honey? You want your Alpha to help you cum?" His voice is so deep and gruff on my neck, I feel myself getting even hotter.

"Yes, Alpha. Help me cum." His left-hand slides down my body. Quickly groping my breasts before traveling further down, moving underneath the fabric of my dress, that's giving us coverage. And then I feel the cool metal gentle tickly my clit. He adds more pressure to the bundle of nerves, making tight circles. I feel the coil in my belly pulls tighter, panting out a breath before it snaps, I bite on his shoulder, muffling the moans and screams that threaten to come out.

"One more for me, doll. And later I'm fucking you with no clothes on." I speed up my rhythm desiring for his hot cum buried deep in my walls, and the look of his face when he comes undone under me. My favorite drug is Bucky's face when I make him cum.

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Steve's POV:

I jolt awake, realizing I had fallen asleep while reading to Maggie. The book is still open, flat on my chest. Her head lays on my arm, and my body is contorted and halfway off the bed. She needs a bigger bed. I slide the tiny girl off my arm. Smiling down as I watch her sleep. I made a mistake. I should have never left Maggie. She needs me, even though Charlie doesn't anymore. I'm still conflicted on how I feel about Charlie. I put Peggy up on a pedestal, ignoring the woman I had in front of me. Making Peggy out to be the perfect woman that I built in my mind.

She's not perfect. We've definitely had our arguments. Most of them include Charlie and Maggie. While I wasn't faithful to Peggy, up until that point it was never about wanting to be with Charlie again. Even after Bucky left and I saw Charlie's light fade more and more, I never wanted her in that way. I wanted to comfort her, but never sexual, until I did. And that's when my feelings became conflicted. Bucky's right, jealousy isn't a good look for me. And Charlie never looked at me the way she did Bucky. And I never treated her the way that Bucky does.

Rolling my eyes, I stand to stretch, closing the music box that tinkles out a soft melody of Brahms Lullaby and it stops with a click of the lid. And then I hear them. I sigh, I was once the one that would get her going. Every time we had a free moment, she was ready to let me fuck her until she was cock drunk. I should stay in this bedroom and give them some privacy. This is their space. I should respect it. And yet, there's a part of me that can't. I'm curious. I haven't watched them fuck in so many years. And I feel myself harden thinking about that night. The night Bucky and I both destroyed her. Causing her to scream out. I have had a longing to repeat that night on multiple occasions.

Against my better judgement I quietly walk out of the bedroom, knowing Bucky may freak if he catches me, but they're fucking in the living room. I hear both of their breaths pant out. When I reach to the edge of the hallway, I look down into the living room, watching Charlie quickly riding on top of Bucky. His mouth linked to her neck, already red bruises painted on her skin, his too. They're drawing the line. They're in this together, and I'm not. Rolling my eyes at that thought and the fact that I'm getting even harder watching them.

A soft whimper leaks out of her throat, and his throat rumbles to her in return. "So good for me, doll. You were made just for me." Fuck. I watch her body react to his praises to her. My words were more demanding and possessive of her. His are sweeter, encouraging to her, and she fucking loves it.

She pushes his head to fall on the back of the couch. His eyes roll back as she speeds up her movements, almost making them deeper and rougher on top of him. I didn't allow her to ride me nearly enough. "Honey, I want to fuck you. Can I fuck you now?"

"P-please, James. I want you to fill me up." Her voice is so breathy and panting. I move further in the shadows while he lifts her on top of him to lay her flat on the couch. Her legs wrap tightly around his waist and he hits her hips with his own. Fucking her hard and fast into the couch. With each thrust her dress moves further and further up her body, fully exposing her hips and the reddened thumb print marks on them. Gripping her a little tight Buck.

"Can't wait to fuck a baby in you. See you swollen with my child. Experience all that with you." Turning away. I shouldn't look at this, but I can't deny how fucking hot it is, and how fucking hard I am. I begin palming my hardened cock through my pants. My own personal porn. Sickeningly it's my ex and best friend. Fucking on a couch that Charlie picked out with me.

"You'll get to fucking call me daddy then. Drives me crazy when you call him daddy." Oh really? Very rarely does Charlie refer to me as daddy, but typically it's when she's talking to our daughter.

"J-James. I'm so close." Her voice is so much more desperate. Begging for him to take her completely over the edge.

"Me, too. Can feel you squeeze me like a fucking vice." His words come out in grunts, and he ruts deeper and rougher into her cunt.

I watch her eyes roll in the back of her heads and she fully let's go, grasping tightly to his forearms. His lips crash hard against hers, surely leaving a bruise. And I watch his back stiffen and his movements slow down while he spurts deep in her. Even with their clothes on that was a satisfying experience. Hopefully they don't linger down there so I can take myself to the guest room to take care of myself.

"You're so perfect for me, doll. I love you so much Charlie...Barnes." Her sweet face smiles up at him. Eyes heavy and lidded, looking up at him with pure love and joy. In the beginning her eyes did shine at me like that. I was too stubborn and set on the past to realize it. In trying to protect myself from loving again, I hurt myself, and someone I truly cared about more.

"I love you, James. You're too perfect. Our life is so good." His arms pull up her dress. Fully exposing her dripping cunt as he watches his seed slowly seep out.

"Do we have to wait until we're married?" His eyes focus on hers.

"James?" She whispers. She knows what he's asking.

"I know. I just...it's not a guarantee even when you do try. I don't want to wait. I watch Maggie with Steve. And even though I know she loves me. I want that. I didn't get to watch you become a mom. Get to hold your hand while you pushed out your child. Be your coach, and anything that you needed. I didn't get to see her in the early stages. Scared, not knowing what you're doing. But I get to have the experience with a second child with you. I mean we don't have to try, just not be careful."

She huffs out a laugh. "When have you ever pulled out? Ever used a condom?" She looks at him. "Nothing has ever been careful with you. If it wasn't for my birth control, I'm sure at this point I would be pregnant."

"Yeah, but...?"

"I'll make a deal with you. Ask me to marry you and let's do it. The day after you ask me, I'll go to the doctor that day or the next." So, they're making a deal to become parents.

"Really?" She nods at him.

"Is the ring here?"

"I'm not telling you that, brat." His hands wind closer behind her body. He already has a ring what is he waiting on? The day I bought the ring I couldn't wait, just asked her. Oh yeah, to ask her dad and Clint. "There's a few things I need to do first. Can you give me a week? And you still go to the doctor?" I watch his brows wiggle around looking at her. "We're not getting any younger."

"Yeah, I know old man." Charlie's hand smacks at him playfully.

"You're right. You're my perfect little goddess." His lips kiss along her skin.

"Sweet Jesus, Bucky. You been saving that one for a while, haven't you? And I think technically I would be a demigoddess."

"Same thing. Hey, I'm being serious though. I want to experience all the parts of life with you. Even if we have to babysit Steve." Babysit? Really? "It doesn't bother you, him being here?"

"No. He knows my boundaries with him." I do. She made that perfectly clear. With that being said after we had sex, is when she started to create those boundaries. Each visit I felt she had more. I did fuck the pain away. Snapping her back into reality and what she needed to do to get back on track. "Does it bother you?"

"No. So long as he respects our space. It's nice having him here. You know, when it's not awkward. I've missed the jerk, though."

"It's because you're both alpha males. He's threatened that Maggie loves you, and has taken so well to you." She starts to answer. "Even though he also likes knowing he can trust you with her. You'll protect her and guide her." She knows me too well. I have so many conflicting emotions with Bucky being in Maggie's life, and being in her life full time. "He's jealous the time you spend with her. I think he's really dealing with some things. Choosing to leave her seemed like the best option and the only option. He's realizing now how wrong he was." She reads me perfectly.

Now that my cock is finally softened, the almost too sweet of conversation between my two best friends, give you that affect. I guess it's okay for me to go downstairs. I softly walk back to Maggie's door, closing it softly, but loud enough that Bucky will hear, I walk down the hall and down the stairs. Bucky and Charlie look up at me as I walk down the stairs. Her thighs are pressed tightly together, no doubt her cunt is still leaking some of Bucky's cum. Her body is placed in between his thighs. One of his legs, on the floor, while the other is pressed against the back of the couch. Charlie's back leans up against his chest, and it doesn't take much to realize his pants are still opened and low on his hips.

Once I arrive to the lower floor, I spot her panties. A part of me wants to bring it to their attention, but a bigger part of me wants to sit on the couch with them for a bit. Watch them squirm as they try to keep their heated exchange from me. The fact that they have sex was literally said quite clearly earlier, but I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to be watching them and enjoying it, BUT...they don't need to know that. I'm fucking fucked. I highly doubt Bucky would ever show me the same courtesy I showed him back in Vienna, but I can dream. Not sure how I could possibly even bring it up to him without him wanting to kill me, and he's been too kind for allowing me to stay.

I walk over to the opposite side of the couch where they are. "Did you have a nice nap, Stevie?" Charlie's voice is too sweet. While she might not be in love with me, I know she loves me, cares about me, and wants me to be happy.

"I did. Pretty sure our daughter needs a bigger bed." I watch Bucky's eyes darken towards me. I shouldn't have said that. I see how much he loves and cares for Maggie. He considers her his own. I also see the love she has for him. "Sorry, Buck. I didn't mean anything by that." Charlie turns glancing back at him. Pulling his left arm in hers, wrapping her fingers tightly against his, gently kissing the back of his vibranium hand.

"On Monday, let's go to the doctor. Or maybe Bruce can help." She calls sweetly up at him.

I have to pretend I don't know what's going on. "Is there something wrong?" She calmly shakes her head at me.

"Charlie...you don't...we can discuss this later, okay?" His cybernetic fingers caress her gently. I watch their eyes carefully. They're talking in their head. Keeping things from me.

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Bucky's POV:

I know Charlie saw the effect on me when Steve said our daughter. That word...our...it sits in the back of my throat uncomfortably. No matter what, Maggie will always be his and Charlie's daughter. It hurts to think that no matter what I can't change that. I love that tiny girl. I want those experiences with Charlie. And I get angry at Steve because he just left her, I could never leave my child. Even if for some reason that Charlie and I went our separate ways, I would still remain in our children's lives.

Charlie's eyes look at me, pulling my metal arm, the arm that has disgusted me in the past, brings her so much joy. Her fingers gently caress the rare metal. Her lips touch softly against the metal. She treats it like it's the most delicate thing, when it's the most formidable part of my body. And then her sweet voice, "On Monday, let's go to the doctor. Or maybe Bruce can help." Slowly my eyes close. Moments earlier we set forth a plan. I feel Steve's words have made her want to jumpstart this. Not that I don't want to get things started sooner rather than later, I just don't want her to agree to something for the wrong reasons.

"Is there something wrong?" Steve asks her, genuine concern in his voice.

"Charlie...you don't...we can discuss this later, okay?" I tell her, returning her calming gesture of rubbing my cybernetic fingers against her. I love the fact that I have feeling in this arm. Her skin is so much more tender and softer on the pads of the smooth metal.

"James, what is one extra week? I did just agree to that."

"I know, but don't say things just because you see how Steve's words affect me."

"I saw they affect you. I also see how you're ready. I want to give that to you. I'm the one keeping us from this. I don't want to be the one that holds us back. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you Bucky. And like I said. What's one more week? Seven days is nothing. Maybe even Steve will still be here. He can help watch Maggie."

"You sure?" I know my eyes have got to be lighting up.

"You're going to be amazing. You already are. So, I'm more than sure, James." Her sweet hazel eyes look at me with a smile. My smile is so wide is almost hurts my cheek. Quickly I kiss on her still swollen lips. We're doing this. My girl and myself.

"You guys good?" Steve asks.

"Yep. Me and the dame are going to bed." I throw her over my shoulder carrying her upstairs. "I'm fucking you again in celebration. This isn't something we can do here is it?"

"No. It's not. It's an IUD, the doctor has to remove it."

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