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softestqueeen · 7 months

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let me teach you pt.2

pairing: Steve Rogers x afab!reader x Bucky Barnes

summary: You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures. When they join you at your office, things get a little out of hand…

warnings: 18+ MDNI!!! smut, p in v sex, blow jobs, multiple orgasms, semi public sex, office sex, unprotected sex, breeding, threesome, mmf threesome, manhandling, slight size kink, captain kink, fingering (f receiving), no aftercare

wordcount: 2006 words

a/n: As promised, here is the part 2 of ‘let me teach you’! Enjoy <3

Part 1

But soon enough their touches were not as innocent anymore. Bucky’s hand got suspiciously close to your core and Steve let the hand that he laid over your shoulders, slowly wander to your breasts.

When you realised where this was going, you removed their hands from your body and turned around, so you were practically laying on top of Bucky.

You looked into his eyes and started to kiss him. Before it got too heated though, you pulled away.

You thought to yourself “do I really want to have a threesome at my workplace? Even in my office one of my colleagues could want something or just walk in for a chat”, but when the next moment Steve started kissing you, all your common sense was chucked out of the window.

Since you were still sitting on Bucky lap you could feel his dick getting harder underneath you. He gripped your waist and started kissing your neck as he pressed your cunt against his errection. You moaned into Steves mouth and gripped his hair.

You pulled away from them and got up to catch your breath. The short break gave you time to calculate your next move.

The two men looked at you, slightly panting, still sitting on the couch, anticipating what you’re going to do.

You locked eyes with Steve, and he gave you one of his knee-weakening smiles. You went to stand between his spread legs, his thick thighs straining the fabric of his jeans.

You got on your knees in front of him and looked up at him through your lashes. With an innocent smile you palmed his erection through his trousers, earning a needy whine from him. You started to unfasten his belt while he gathered your hair in his hand, making a makeshift ponytail so it wouldn’t get in the way.

You freed his already painfully hard errection from his boxers and gave him a few lazy strokes before licking a stripe from his base to his tip. You could hear his breath getting laboured and when you took his head into your mouth and sucked on it he moaned loudly.

Unfortunately you couldn’t be as loud as you wanted, in fear of someone hearing the three of you, so you pulled off of him and turned to Bucky, “Could you please shut him up?”, you told him before adding with a wink, “Can’t have anyone catch us now, can we, Stevie?”

At the mention of someone catching or even seeing the three of you, a drop of precum escaped the blonds slit.

You made eye contact with him, leaned down, and licked up the drop. You pulled away for a second before taking him again, this time deeper, using your tongue to trace the veins on his cock.

Before he could moan again, Bucky cover the blondes’ lips with his own and caught all the moans that could escaped him.

With every bob of your head, you took him a bit deeper, until your nose hit his pelvis and his head the back of your throat. You started to suck on him while going up and down his cock, his thick length throbbing inside of your mouth and hitting the back of your throat.

You could feel him holding your head in place and starting to thrust into your mouth. You let him have his moment of power and moved your tongue over him while he fucked your face.

You could feel him getting closer, his hips starting to stutter and his thick cock twitching in your mouth.

Lifting your hands from your thighs you placed them on his, holding him down and taking over.

You started to deep throat him again, sucking on him and using your tongue to trace his veins. You took away one of your hands and the moment you started to fondle his balls, you could feel him twitching and releasing inside of you, cumming down your throat.

You kept on sucking him off, wanting his high to last, but became slower and slower until you finally pulled off your now panting boyfriend.

When you pulled off him, you could see your red lipstick smeared onto his thick length, now mixes with your spit and traces of his cum.

Just now you noticed how wet you were. Your panties were absolutely soaked, and you were glad you didn’t wear trousers today, because you could have tossed them in the trash now. Instead, you chose to wear a cute skirt today.

You were still kneeling on the floor, so Bucky bent down and pulled you up by the waist. He bent you over the armrest of the couch, so your ass was stuck up in the air and presented to him.

Now you were really glad that there wasn’t a strict dresscode at your university because it allowed the brunette easy access to your pussy, where you needed him the most.

He made quick work of your tights by ripped them, before looking at your now exposed (and completely soaked) panties.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, princess!”, he almost huffed before slowly stroking over your clothed cunt.

You let out an airy moan before slowly starting to lean into his touch. But, unfortunately for you, he pulled away from you.

Before you could complain though, he pulled you panties to the side and inserted two of his metal fingers with ease, your wetness being the perfect lube.

You had to press on of your hands onto your mouth to stop an embarrassingly loud moan from escaping your mouth at the feel of his cold fingers pressing into your pussy.

Bucky kept on fucking you with his fingers, slowly adding two more. You were already close, clenching down onto his hands, when he pulled out of you.

You could hear the clink of a belt being unfastened and the sound of a zipper being pulled down.

You let go of your mouth and whined impatiently, but quickly had to cover your mouth again when you felt Bucky pulling your panties aside again and his fat tip entering your tight pussy.

He didn’t waste anytime and immediately filled you to the brim with his cock. Even after he prepared you with his fingers, he felt so big inside of you.

After he gave you a moment to adjust to his size, he almost pulled out completely before thrusting into you again, building up a slow but deep rhythm.

Even though you tried your best to stay quiet it was getting harder and harder, the more he sped up.

Steve was already hard again from the sight of his two lovers fucking. Damn that super solder stamina, he thought.

But he noticed your struggle and got in front of you. You looked up at him, almost cumming at the sight of him fully dressed, head slightly tilted back, cock out, your red lipstick still evident on his length, red, flushed and stroking it.

He locked eyes with you and sent you a smile.

“Wanna finish what you started, princess?”, Steve asked in a teasing voice before demanding, “Clean your Captains cock.” You just nodded, opening your mouth, and letting your tongue hang out, not trusting yourself to form any words, let alone a sentence. Bucky was still ramming into you, getting faster and sending you forwards with every harsh thrust of his hips.

He went to grab the back of your head for the second time that day and slowly inserted himself. Before you got the chance to get used to his inhuman size, he started to thrust into your mouth, fucking your face in earnest, matching Bucky’s rhythm.

Every time one of their cocks pulled out of you, the other thrust back in.

Bucky leaned forward and started kissing your neck. You could feel his hot breath next to your ear, the sensation making a shiver roll down your spine and new wetness rush to your pussy.

Bucky let out a moan, that he quickly tried to muffle by biting into the exposed flesh of your shoulder, when you clenched around him.

Though that resulted into you moaning around Steve’s length, which then made Steve groan.

With every thrust Bucky pushed you onto Steve’s cock and the feeling of your warm mouth around him and the drool he could feel trickling down his balls made his second release come faster than he wanted to admit.

When you felt him gripping your hair harder and his thrust becoming uneven, you sucked him harder and started to move your head over his length, meeting his thrusts.

When Steve felt you moan against his cock again, it was over. He clasped his hand in front of his mouth, muffling the loud moan that threatened to escape his mouth, his other hand pressing you onto his cock, while he shot thick ropes of his cum down your throat.

The sensations became too much for you. Bucky still relentlessly thrusting into you, his hot breathing next to your ear, Steve holding you down onto his length while he came down your throat, it was just too much!

With a shout around Steve’s still leaking cock, you came, clenching around Bucky who bit into your shoulder again, but didn’t halter his thrusts.

After Steve pulled out of you, Bucky let go of your shoulder and leaned back. He pulled out off you, earning a whine, before flipping you over and swiftly entering you again.

Before he started to fuck you though, he lifted you up by grabbing your waist, his cock still snugly nested into your pussy.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body against him, and started kissing whatever you could reach. You kissed his shoulder, his neck, his face.

He sat you onto your desk, your hips on the edge, before he loosened his grip on your waist to gently press your body down on the table. You loved it when one of them manhandled you like this, it always reminded you of their strength when they easily moved your around like you were a bag of feathers.

He slowly started to thrust into you again, picking up his earlier pace in no time.

Your legs were on either side of his waist hand he had a bruising grip on the base of your thighs, where thigh meets ass.

He suddenly let go of your thighs but reaching underneath them so your legs where over his arms, before gripping your waist again.

“Lift those pretty hips for me, love. You’re doing so good for me, our pretty girl”, Bucky told you while filling you over and over again with his fat cock.

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, the heat in your belly starting to feel like a fire, as he grabbed your waist even harder for better leverage.

At this point, only your head and shoulders touched your desk and by the way the brunette’s thrusts became sloppy, you knew he was close too.

The new angle made you see stars and you fell over the edge.

Bucky was quick enough to cover your lips with his, muffling your screams of ecstasy and his own groans, with a hypnotising kiss.

You could feel him shooting ropes of his cum into you, filling you up impossibly more.

When you both came down from your highs, he pulled out of you and placed your legs back on the floor. He pulled down your skirt again and combed his fingers through your now tussled hair.

As you stood upright again, you could feel his cum drip into your underwear, now definitely ruining your panties.

After the you decided that you all looked presentable enough to leave, you packed up your things while trying to calm your heartrate. “Well, if this is how we always end up when you visit me at work, feel free to visit me at any time”, you said with a wink, making the three of you laugh before you left the room, eager to go home.

a/n: I hope you enjoyed these 2k words of filth! If you did, please leave some notes, likes and comments. feedback is of course always appreciated! <3

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silverarmedassassin · 4 years

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Please, Mr. Barnes

CEO!Bucky x Reader | NSFW, 18+ only please | 2163 words | Masterlist

You’ve just started a new job as the executive secretary to the one and only James “Bucky” Barnes - founder, owner, and leader of Barnes Bionics, the most successful prosthetics companies in North America. Everything is going smooth until your royally fuck up and Bucky is forced to punish you the only way he knows how...

Warning: Like I mentioned above, 18+ only, please! There’s a little tongue action here, some spanking there. Nothing explicit but, ya know.

Note: Listen, despite consuming more than my fair share of smut, I’ve never actually wrote anything remotely smutty, so this is very new to me. Please be nice 😭 I was inspired after seeing this post, where I accidently went off in the tags because I was feeling some kind of way. I’m also dedicating this to @wonderlandmind4, because they called me out on my shit 😅 Enjoy!

To say you fucked up is an understatement. Forgetting to send an email is fucking up. Forgetting to water the plant’s in your boss’s office is fucking up. But this? This is a next level, idiotic, you-deserve-to-be-fired mess. And you haven’t even been here a full week.

You started at Barnes Bionics as an executive assistant to the CEO. You’d heard great things about the company - the relaxed and family-like corporate atmosphere, casual Fridays, and the down-to-earth, laid-back James Barnes, aka the founder, owner, and leader of the most successful prosthetics company in North America - and were eager to start your new position. Not only was it going to be a significant pay raise, but it was also going to give you a change of pace. You’d struggled for so long to find a position that would help boost your career, so when your best friend informed you she was stepping down from her assistant position to stay home with her soon-to-be-born daughter, you were ecstatic.

Except right now, on this bright and warm Friday afternoon, you wanted to be anywhere but your desk on the 90th floor of the One World Trade Center Building. While the executive offices began to empty, your new co-workers filing out in clumps, chatting excitedly about their weekend plans, you sat impatiently behind your desk, trying to make yourself as small as you could.

Earlier in the day, right after you returned from lunch, an email from James popped up on your screen. “Plan to stay after this evening,” was all you could read from the preview. In naive, blissful ignorance, butterflies erupted deep in your belly. Your boss was attractive. He looked like he could be sculpted from marble with the way his muscles strained against his smartly pressed button-downs, and the slight clench in his jaw when he’s concentrating on something was mesmerizing. The giddy feeling quickly dissipated, however, as you continued reading.

“I received a strongly worded voicemail from a distraught Tony Stark this morning. Asked why I’d waste his time by not showing up to a meeting that, the last time I checked my calendar, is scheduled for next week. I should be back at the office at 5:15. I expect you to be prepared for a one-on-one meeting before then.”

Your eyes flick to the small clock in the corner of your computer screen, and your stomach feels like it’s wrapped itself into a constrictor knot. 5:12. If your boss was anything, it’s punctual. As Sam Wilson, Barnes Bionics’ chief operations officer, closes his office up, the elevators just down the hall ding, signaling their arrival.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Sam laughs as he laughs before departing with a jaunty farewell.

You hear the two men exchange the usual pleasantries, the elevators shut, then the ominous echos of James loafers meeting the polished marble floor. You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm your nerves, but as soon as he beckons you to follow him into his office as he passes your desk, you actually think you’re going to throw up.

“Mr. Barnes, I’m so sorry I-”

He holds his hand up to silence you as he leans back against his large mahogany desk and uses his free hand - the metal one, that one that started this entire company - to pinch the bridge of his nose. “You realize Tony Stark is one of my biggest investors, right?”

You open your mouth to answer, but he fixes you with a rather threatening, so you simply nod and look down at your heel-covered feet. He’s going to fire me, you think as you wait for him to continue with his lecture. I haven’t even received my first paycheck, and I’m getting canned.

“You could have cost me a lot of money today, Ms. Y/L/N.” He pushes off his desk and slowly makes his way to where you stand just inside his spacious office. “There is no room for such vital mistakes like the one you made in this industry. I didn’t build this company from the ground up by missing meetings with the men and women who fund our research. I didn’t become one of the world's leading tech companies by allowing my assistants to make careless mistakes and piss off my partners.”

“Mr. Barnes, please,” you beg. God, you sound so pathetic, but you really don’t want to lose this job. And the fact that you messed up so bad within the first week of being employed at Barnes Biotics is embarrassing, a total misrepresentation of how organized and punctual you usually are when it comes to the workplace. “I...I’m trying really hard, there’s just so much to learn in such little time and I...I don’t know what happened.. I’ve never made a mistake like this before, and I never will again. Please, you don’t understand how much I need this job. I’ll do anything, I’ll work overtime without pay. Please…”

“Fire you?” James snorts as he stops in front of you. He’s so close you can smell his cologne, feel the heat radiating off his broad chest. “Oh, honey, I’m not going to fire you. But mistakes do come with consequences.”

You force yourself to look up at him. The anger and pure disappointment you expect to find on his face is surprisingly absent. In its place is something a little darker, dare you say a bit lustful. His powder blue eyes are almost covered with the black of his pupil, and a little smirk is playing in the corner of his lips.

“Go stand by the desk,” he commands. You go to question him, but he tuts his tongue. “Go on. You know how impatient I can be.”

Confused, you slowly make your way across the room, stopping in the space he had just been occupying. You’re about to turn around when two large arms around you. James’ metal hand settles on your lower stomach as his other arm wraps around your shoulder.

“Do you know,” he says, hot breath fanning across your exposed neck, “what happens to bad girls?”

You swallow thickly before you answer. “Uhm, no, Mr. Barnes.”

“They get punished.” Before you realize what’s going on, James pushes you forward onto his desk so that your bent over the top, his muscular torso resting gently across your back. Gently, almost agonizingly slow, he begins to drag his metal arm across your stomach, around until it’s just barely resting on your ass. “You’ve gotta tell me you want this, or I’ll stop,” he whispers. “But I’ve seen the way you look at me. I think you want this as bad as I do.”

“God, yes, please, Mr. Barnes!”

The words have hardly slipped past your lips before he’s bunching up your skirt and nudging at your panties. You should feel ashamed, you think, at how wet you already are at the simple action, but by god did you touch yourself thinking of this man.

“Soaked already,” he practically purrs as he teases at your entrance. Before you can get too much enjoyment from the sensation, he quickly pulls his hand away. “But you still fucked up. Still almost cost me millions. I need you to know,” he says as he eases himself from on top of you, keeping one hand pressed gently to the center of your back and the other resting on one of your exposed cheeks, “how bad that could have been.”

Before your brain can register what is happening, James’ palm connects to your asscheek with a loud smack. You jump, having been unprepared for the assault. Just as quickly as the last, his palm connects to your ass two more times before he is rubbing the sore spot in soothing circles.

This was...different. Never mind the fact your boss of five fucking days has you bent over his desk, ass and pussy exposed for all to see, but it was actually turning you more on. Spanking had never been something you’d thought of when it came to sex, something you probably wouldn’t have even considered with past lovers. But with James, it just felt right.

“No more silly mistakes like that, okay?” he whispers softly in your ear as he continues to rub your now burning cheek. “Or I’ll have to do this again.”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

A wanton moan drips from your lips after the last swat, and you’d be embarrassed if your boss wasn’t spinning your dazed body around, shoving the miscellaneous papers away to clear a spot for your to sit. You watch in stunned as he slowly lowers himself to the floor in front of you, lust-filled eyes never leaving yours.

“Something tells me you might like that, though,” James smiles as he grabs your ankle and carves a path of gentle kisses up to your skirt's hem. Both hands slid the material up your thighs, providing a peculiar sensation of both warm skin and cold metal at the same time. His metal fingers brush ever so slightly at your still-exposed bundle of nerves, and he smirks at the gasp it pulls from you.

“Would you like that, Y/N,” he asks, planting a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “Because I know I would.”

He quickly buries his face between your legs, first with a flat-tongued swipe up your pussy before he begins to suck on your clit. The heat of his tongue, mixed with the shallows breaths he takes between sucking and lapping, causes your blood to run cold and the coil in your belly to twist so tight you’re sure it’s going to snap any second.

“Please, Mr. Barnes. Fuck,” you exclaim louder than intended, and you’re suddenly very aware of where you are. You can’t seem to find the thought to care, however, not with James drinking you in like a man just returned from the desert. He responds to your cries of satisfaction with a light bite to your clit.

As slides down, he tongues at your entrance, his nose applies just enough pressure to your clit to send you reeling. Your hands land in his perfectly styled hair, pushing and pulling at the chesnut stands as he helps you ride out the intense waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

As you begin to settle, James plants small kisses here and there on both your thighs before pulling away. He looks up at you, your juices glistening on his lips and the slight stubble of his beard. He looks as fucked out as you feel, and it makes you slightly self-conscious of what you must look like. He licks his lips and hums quietly, causing another jolt of want to rush straight to your core.

“You taste as good as you look,” he smiles and stands. When he’s back to his full height, he reaches a hand out to help you off his desk. You can’t help but catch the noticeable bulge straining at his slacks, and he must see your quick glance because he laughs and shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it.,” he says, bringing his hand to his lips before making his way around to sit at his desk.

You left standing there, in the middle of an office whose furnishes cost more than your entire year’s rent, fucked out and in shock at what just happened. You don’t know how long you stand frozen, eyes fixated on a vintage Brookly Dodgers poster, but a deep chuckle and the rustling of papers draws you out of your trance.

You turn to find James straightening up the papers he had shoved out of the way, and cleaning up the pen holder must have spilled. You stagger forward, hands out ready to help your boss clean up the mess, but he simply waves you off.

“I hope you didn’t have any plans after work,” James says sheepishly, almost sounding guilty for keeping you over. Almost.

“No,” you say as you anxiously rub at your arm. “Just your average, boring Friday night.”

“Well, I hope I added a little fun to help kick off the weekend.”

You can feel your face heat up as you nod. He winks before turning back to tidying his desk, and you take that as your cue to take your leave. You scurry across the room quickly, and right as your hand touches the door, James stops you.

“By the way, great job on your first week. I was more productive than I’ve been in years thanks to your organization. I really appreciate it.”

You smile, face heating up even more. You take the compliment to heart, bathe in the way it fills you with pride. “Thank you, Mr. Barnes.”

“Hey, uh, call me Bucky. Mr. Barnes or James or whatever is too impersonal, and I think we’re well past that stage.”

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foreverbeingthunderbuddy · 6 years

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Feeling Hot

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: “Would i be able to request a one shot (ok this will sound so cliche but) with bucky and they're forced to stay in a room together at a hotel (ALSO can u make them have to share a bed???) , but they hate each other (i'm a sucker for angst) and the ac stoped working so it's super hot and the complains about it forever and bucky presses her to the mattress and says "if you don't stop going on about how hot it is, i'll give you a reason to feel hot" if u don't wanna its cool tho!!!” by anonymous

Warnings: ummmm,,,,,,,,, mention of nsfw I guess, fluff, slight nsfw, reader wants to get some :)

A/N: this … is one hot request anon bless | gif by @sebuttianstans

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There are several reasons why you are pissed off today. Let’s start with number one.

Pepper and Tony are getting married. That alone should be a reason to leap in the air for joy. And it is, you were beyond yourself when you found out and you jumped around the room, squeaking and clapping in a pretty girlie-girl way. It dampened your reputation as a serious, badass IT-girl slash super hacker slash threat to anything that has anything to do with technology but you didn’t care.

Pepper is one of your best friends and you’ve been like a cat on hot bricks waiting for Tony to finally propose to her. She never admitted it but you knew she was, too. The day came, they told you, you broke out into rejoicing, planning of one of the most extravagant weddings in America began, and everything that came with it.

The wedding will take place in Pepper’s city, New Haven, Connecticut, where she grew up.

You are one of the bridesmaids. You are supposed to sleep in the fanciest and over-the-top hotel Connecticut has to offer, sipping Champaign and taking a rose-petal-bubble-bath in candlelight while listening to Adele sing about lost love. Instead you are shipped into a different hotel nearby, accompanied by the last person on Earth you would want to be alone with.

There was a mistake in the booking and due to the wedding being such a huge event, the original hotel was booked out. You and he who must not be named both failed to check in into your rooms and are now standing at the reception of the other hotel, eager not to look at each other or acknowledge each other’s existence in any way.

So, list of reasons why today sucks.

Reason One: You got turned away from Pepper’s hotel. Only for a night, tomorrow the room will be free but still. You feel like you’re missing out. Your friends are probably all sitting at the hotel bar right now, drinking cocktails and laughing at stupid stories that are being told. It’s too late in the evening to drive over there and join them. You’re pissed.

Reason Two: Bucky motherfucking Barnes is the only other person that got denied access to his room and is now standing next to you. You can’t help but throw a quick glance at him, subtly, to see if he is up to something. Bucky, to say it plainly, looks even more pissed than you feel and if you’re right, he is about to take it out on the poor receptionist who is more and more desperately trying to get you two a room the longer Bucky stares at her.

He wears a dark blue baseball cap on backwards and a tight red, long-sleeve shirt and he looks intimidating as fuck with his narrowed, ice-blue eyes, slightly knitted eyebrows and tense mouth. He must have felt your gaze and his eyes cut to you, so you quickly turn your head and watch the woman behind the desk rummage around in a pile of papers. You pull in your lips and ignore Bucky’s stares.

He did that a lot lately. Instead of paying as little attention as possible to you, you catch him watching you quite often nowadays. From a safe distance but still. You don’t know what to make of that, so you decide to push it away to the back of your mind to not make anything of it.

“Okay … it looks like, um, we do have … we have a free room for you. The couple that booked it, cancelled earlier and I can offer you that one” The woman suddenly says and you sigh internally. Thank god. You were afraid you would have to drive out of town to find another hotel with free rooms.

You notice Bucky tense beside you. “A room? Just one?”

You freeze. Oh. No.

The woman smiles insecurely at his tone and looks at the computer screen in front of her.

“Yes. Just one. It’s the last one available. Is that a problem?”

Yes, it is. It’s a hell of a problem.

“Yes” Bucky says and his face, if possible, grows even more serious.

“We’re not together” You add, “We barely know each other.” Okay, that’s a lie but she doesn’t have to know that. The woman looks unsure of what to do now and her eyes jump between the two of you.

“Um … We only have that room. The rest is completely booked out … I, um … I can’t offer you anything else, I’m very sorry.”

Well, ain’t that just the worst. You’re not going to share a room with Bucky Barnes – he hates you. You hate him. That’s your thing, you can’t sleep in the same bed, what kind of enemies do that?

“Listen. I know you said you are booked out but is there really no other option? Maybe a storage room or something like that?” Bucky asks in a low voice and leans forward, hands on the counter, face dipped down to her.

A storage room? Is he fucking serious right now?? He’d rather sleep in a storage room than be in the same hotel room as you – you never considered him to be a Prince Charming but this really hits a new low.

Reason Three: Bucky is an asshole.

Judging by the way the receptionist looks at Bucky’s desperate attempt to get away from you, she seems to agree with you. Then she hesitantly shakes her head. Smart. Bucky looks beyond pissed off, better not irritate him too much.

“No, I’m afraid there isn’t. I’m sorry, sir” She says quietly and looks at the papers in her hand, “Do you, um, do you want the room or not?”

You lean forward and Bucky retreats a little to avoid touching you.

“Yes. I take it” You quickly say, trying to sound overly polite to make up for Bucky’s rudeness. You also want to snatch the room away under his fingers, you will definitely not drive to another hotel. If he really wants to sleep between storage shelves rather than sleep in a room with you, he can piss off and look elsewhere.

You hear him sigh. “Okay … fine.”

Confused, you turn to look at him. “Fine what?”

His eyes have a look of defeat in them that you don’t like. He meets yours and tugs a strand of dark hair behind his ears under the cap. “Fine, we’ll take it.”

“Excuse me?!”

You almost miss the dangerous narrowing of his eyes that follows your little outburst.

“We’ll take it. There’s only one room, you heard it. We don’t really have another option” He says like he just announced he’s going to sacrifice himself to save humanity. You don’t think so.

“We do have another option. I take the room – I called dibs first – and you leave and look for a different hotel. It’s actually quite simple, James. We both don’t want this.”

His eyes get a little harder at that but you don’t shy away – as much as he scares you - and wait for him to agree.

“You don’t know what I want, Y/N. And you can’t just call dibs on it, it’s-“ He starts but suddenly turns to the receptionist who’s watching this exchange with big eyes, “How far away is the next hotel excluding the Jade Lion Resort?"

The woman takes a moment to think and you beg all the gods that it’s not far, so Bucky can fuck off. Please, please, please.

“Um, a little over an hour, I think.”

Shit.

Bucky turns back to you and you can see an almost devious little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He may be pissed he will have to spend the night with you but the bastard seems to be enjoying the fact that he can ruin said night for you in the process.

Reason four: It looks like you and Bucky will have to share the same fucking room. This is unbelievable.

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Reason five: This may be a pretty hotel and the bed is admittedly very comfy but the AC stopped working about five seconds after you both entered the room.

It is relatively late in the evening but Connecticut’s been having quite a warm front these past weeks, according to a news site on the internet, so the temperatures are still around 80°. You’re sweating. You feel gross and want to take a shower. Is this too much to ask?

Bucky thinks so.

The minute you both step across the threshold, he dumps his two bags on the bed, turns and disappears in the bathroom. A couple of seconds later you hear the rush of water. He’s taking a shower. You sigh. That could be you right now. Why haven’t you been faster to occupy the bathroom before him? Now you have to wait.

Feeling tired, you let yourself fall back onto the bed, arms extended left and right, and stare at the ceiling while listening to Bucky seemingly rubbing it into your face how privileged he is at this moment. You try not to think about the fact that he is completely naked in the room right next to you, separated by only a door.

The thing is. You hate him. But that doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate the attractive outside of James Buchanan Barnes. You’re not made out of stone, at least you think you’re not. And that man that is so shamelessly taking his time in the shower is one beautiful eye candy, let’s be real. Even you can’t deny it.

And if you’re on it, there’s no shame admitting that sometimes, just sometimes, you think you’re sensing some kind of sexual tension between you and him. You know it sounds crazy, considering how you stand to each other, but there are moments where your hands start sweating, your heart starts beating faster and you feel a weird flutter in your belly.

Those moments mostly being when you and him are fighting, of course. Those are the only times – with a couple of exceptions – where he graces you with his unshared attention and also doesn’t refrain from being all up in your face, making it easy for you to take in all of his features, staring into his piercing blue eyes, noticing dark spots in the blue …

You roll your eyes. It’s happening again. The day has been exhausting and now your mind is going to strange places that should be marked with Access Forbidden.

Pepper has described this ‘phenomenon’ – Hrmpf, her words – as the Han Solo effect. See, she thinks she is a great observer. She thinks she has figured you out (you told her everything, so there’s not much to figure out) and she thinks she has figured Bucky out, too. And after ‘massive research, data collection and thorough analysis’ she has come to the conclusion that both you and Bucky secretly like each other and none of you want to admit it.

Which is, quite frankly, the insult of the century.

She named it the Han Solo effect because she couldn’t think of a cooler title that would create the illusion that her hypothesis has any sort of footing, so she dodged the plot-hole-stones you would throw at her by quoting Han Solo in A New Hope talking about Princess Leia, “Wonderful girl! Either I'm gonna kill her, or I'm beginning to like her!"

She calls it proof, “The way I see it, he will give you this I-hate-you-to-death look for another two weeks before turning straight to bedroom eyes. I know it”. You call bullshit.

You’re not Princess Leia and he’s no good-looking Corellian smuggler with a short-tempered Wookie best friend – even though he is good-looking. The Winter Soldier, not Chewbacca. Let’s not even go there.

You sigh again. You’re pretty sure Bucky hates you, as in hate-hates you, and not in a I-will-kiss-her-to-stop-her-from-yelling-at-me way. Also, you shouldn’t think of Bucky kissing you. Like, ever. That’s the exact wrong thing to do.

You hate him, Y/N, get your head sorted out!

You get pulled out of your thoughts when you hear the water stop. Oh, thank god. Lord Barnes has decided to clear the space for his subject. You mean it’s not like it’s almost midnight and you’re tired as shit, pissed-off and also missing out on your friend’s group fun in the noble five-star spa hotel that you were originally supposed to be at right now!

He stays in there for another minute and then finally opens the door, leaves the bathroom and walks over to his bag that is still lying on the bed next to you. You try not to stare at his wet hair that he pulled back behind his ears or at his metal arm that is very visible due to the tank top or the pair of sweatpants that are loosely hanging from his hips.

You really shouldn’t stare at all that.

He appears at the bed a foot next to you, bends over and rummages around in his bag and he hasn’t even looked at you since you two entered the hotel room. He seems a little uncomfortable. Which is why you refuse to take your eyes off him – anything to annoy him is a good plan.

You turn your head and watch his serious face grow more and more serious the longer you keep your gaze on him, and because it’s been a really long day and you deserve something sweet, you let your eyes wander over his face, to his neck, collar bone, shoulder and down his arm that is the closest to you. Seeing the muscles in his bicep and forearm flex and work with every move, does things to you that would completely contradict your earlier thoughts about not liking Bucky, “no way, nada, forget it”.

Yeah. So much about that.

You notice his body froze, so your eyes cut back to his face and are met with an undefinable look, almost as if he is trying to estimate you. You can see something work rapidly behind his eyes.

“What?” You snap to cover up your shameless checking him out. Are you hallucinating or is his mouth twitching a little bit?

“The bathroom is free now” He says and stares at you for another two seconds before breaking eye contact and straightening up. You turn your head away, sit up and grab your bag from your feet before jumping to your feet.

“I thought I would never hear those words from you.”

You hear a sarcastic “Hm” as an answer but don’t turn around and escape into the bathroom while trying not to make it look like you’re escaping. The face in the mirror looks tired and sweaty, and you wish you wouldn’t have to show yourself like this to him. You two have a feud but you still want to bring you’re A-game when he’s around, to show him how much better you are than him. At least that’s what you’re telling yourself.

What’s that about?

You take a cool shower, wash your hair and feel your muscles relax a little under the water. Just don’t think about the fact that two minutes ago Bucky stood right here, naked, wet, muscly and you’ll be fine. Just don’t think about it. Just don’t. Don’t.

You sigh, turn off the water, step out of the shower and grab a towel. What is going on with you? You’ve never been this needy around him, maybe it’s the hot weather. Maybe you stood in the sun too long, maybe letting Tony order you and the others around to get the perfect group picture in the middle of an open field with direct sunlight from hell was a mistake. Sunstroke?

You put on your pyjamas, red velvet shorts and a tight, white top. You don’t own nightgowns but suddenly you wish you would have bought one when Pepper took you shopping two weeks ago. The shorts and top don’t really make that much of a statement and a nightie would have … been sexy.

Shut up! Stop that right there, who cares if you don’t look sexy right now, who cares what he thinks?

You quickly pack your things back into your bag and are about to exit the bathroom when you suddenly halt and stare at the handle. A thought just hit you.

There is only one bed.

One. For you and him.

Reason Six: You will have to share not only a room but also a bed with Bucky. Um. The thing is, you’re not sure if that is a reason to get pissed, though. Your belly has a different message for you than your Why-I’m-pissed list.

Ummmm.

It’s too late to back out now and besides, you’re a badass mamma jamma, remember? This doesn’t faze you, so get yourself together! No big deal sharing a bed with Bucky Barnes, who gives a shit. The man has gone to war and probably had worse sleep situations there, so this shouldn’t be a problem for him. Or you.

Even if he hates you.

You take a breath, continue your inner motivational speech and open the door. You dare a glance at Bucky and see him lying in bed, tank top still on (Yay or nay?) and sheets pulled up to his waist. His arms are crossed behind his head and his eyes are staring at the ceiling. When you come into sight, his eyes cut to you for a second, take you in from head to toe and then, as if nothing happened, he goes back to examining the ceiling again.

Mister Unfazed. Two can play that game.

Without hesitation you walk up to the bed, drop the bag on the floor and get under the covers. He keeps ignoring you. You roll to your back and wait for a moment, then you stretch and turn off the lamp on your nightstand. The only light source in the room is Bucky’s lamp.

He doesn’t make a move to turn it off and you allow that pettiness for three minutes before turning to him and giving his side profile a scowl.

“Bucky.”

He tries to keep his face blank but you can see his mouth twitch again which only deepens the scowl on your own face.

“Bucky” You repeat, more urgent this time.

“Hm?”

“Turn off the fucking lamp.” Not going to lie, it does tick you off a little that he doesn’t even look at you.

“Hm. Tired?” He asks, his voice sounding low but you think you can hear a hint of teasing. It takes all of your willpower not to roll your eyes at him.

“Yes.”

He doesn’t really react to this, all he gives you is a nod that says “Ah”, a sign he heard you but that’s it. He continues to stare straight ahead. Hrmpf.

You count down from ten, just for good measure, and try to shoot daggers out of your eyes at him. Mister Unfazed stays unfazed. Mister Unfazed also seems to enjoy this.

“Bucky.”

Short silence.

“Bucky.”

“Hm?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” You hiss, sit up and turn to the side. You put one hand next to his ribs and bend your torso over him, stretching the other arm to reach the light switch on his nightstand. This brings you into very close proximity – we’re talking a couple of inches – to his face which is something you try to ignore by turning your face to the side as if that would make it any better.

With a wildly beating heart you realize that your arm’s not long enough to actually reach the switch, so you get closer to him and try harder. You feel his eyes burn into your face but he doesn’t move. His hands stay behind his head.

You could kiss him now if you wanted. You just have to turn your face and bend down minimally, and you could press your lips on his. Of course, you don’t. He would throw you out of this room faster than you could say Sunstroke.

Eventually, you manage to turn the switch, the light goes out, the room turns dark. Quickly, you retreat and roll back to your own side, pulse running fast, belly doing all kinds of things, one of which is flutter. Stupid body. These reactions are so unnecessary.

You lie on your back and try to calm down, all the while listening into the dark, wondering whether Bucky will react to this or not. He makes you wait fifteen seconds (yes, you counted).

“Well, that was-“

“I don’t want to hear it” You quickly intervene, not ready for another insult.

He hesitates, and instead of starting another attempt he lets out another “Hm”, but it sounds more like a grunt. So much about that, you guess.

You close your eyes and pretend you’re at home, lying in your soft, comfy king size bed with extra pillows and a working AC. Being delusional doesn’t help this time, though, mostly because this room is so fucking hot, the absence of the AC lies like a ton of bricks in the room. Or on your chest. You can feel sweat like a thin layer on your skin everywhere, everywhere, so taking a shower earlier was a waste of time and water apparently.

Someone shoot me please or I’m going to die from heatstroke! All you wanted was to be there for Pepper’s big day but it looks like you’re not going to make it that far.

“God, this is hot” You sigh before you can stop yourself. There is silence for a second and you start to think Bucky’s already asleep but then you hear his deep voice beside you.

“Um, I don’t re-“

“The room, I mean. The fucking AC isn’t working and I feel like I’m going to sweat to death.”

Yikes. You shouldn’t have mentioned the sweat, that’s gross. Now he’s probably going to avoid touching you under all circumstances, which he would have done anyway, but this is worse. You clench your teeth and stare into the darkness, wishing you knew what’s going on in his head right now.

“Ever been to Russia? This is vacation. Everything’s better than freezing to death” Bucky returns in his usual scolding tone and as things normally go between you and him, you feel pissed almost immediately.

“I’m feeling so much better now, thank you, James. Your sensitive nature gets me everytime” You clap back and roll your eyes.

“If you want sweet talk, call Steve.”

“You think he would answer his phone at this time?” You ask, pretending to be hopeful and hear Bucky groan.

“Just sleep.”

“It’s too hot.”

“Sleep.”

“I can’t, I’m dy-“

“Sleep!”

You turn quiet and grin into the blackness around you. You give him half a minute before turning to face him, without actually being able to see him.

“Do you think they would do anything about the AC situation if we called the reception?”

Bucky sighs.

“It’s around midnight, I doubt anyone will fix anything right now.”

“I can’t sleep like this and I’m not just saying this to annoy you, it’s too hot to sleep. I will probably lie awake most of the night and look horrible. They have a photographer for tomorrow, the bachelorette party is tomorrow! I can’t handle all of that on two hours of sleep, James” You ramble, and even though you said you’re not telling him all of this to annoy him, you’re telling all of this to annoy him. Simple as that.

He was rude to you when you checked in and now is payback time.

“I don’t give a fuck about the photographer or the bachelorette party. I can handle all of that without getting any sleep, so this isn’t my problem. Do me a favour and be quiet, so I can at least pretend you’re not here with me.”

Hrmpf. Asshole.

“Oh and also, stop calling me James” He adds and you hear rustling, as if he put his hands away from under his head and lay them on the sheets.

“I can’t, James.”

Silence.

“James, I’m serious. I can’t sleep, James. Tomorrow is important for Pepper and for me, James, you know that. I can’t look like a racoon … James.”

He stays silent and is likely trying to hold on to that last straw of patience he still has. You grin.

“I’m too hot, I can’t sleep for shit, I don-“ You start again but suddenly there’s light in the room, making you blink and then there are two strong hands grabbing your wrists and pinning them next to your head. Heavy weight presses your upper body down into the mattress and prevents you from turning away.

Your heart takes this opportunity to jump into a marathon and your eyes grow big as you take in Bucky’s face hovering inches above yours, his eyes look intense and stormy and don’t allow any kind of backtalk. You don’t dare to say anything.

“If you don't stop going on about how hot it is, I'll give you a reason to feel hot” He growls in a tone that you have never heard from him before. Deep and coarse, and slightly threatening.

You don’t know what to say to that, so you don’t. You just stare at him and try to figure out what kind of parallel universe you entered to have this happening. Being this close to and this intimate with Bucky Barnes – and why the hell do you not mind it? At all?? Why is it the exact opposite right now??

He keeps silent and simply watches you, maybe waits for you to say anything, maybe expects you to utter your agreement and promise you won’t ever bother him again. That wouldn’t sound like you, though.

“Um … but it is hot. I’m not making this up” You mutter, not being able to speak any louder, too transfixed on his lips that seem so incredibly close that you feel like you can just raise your head a little and touch them.

Something in his eyes settles and that’s when his head comes down towards yours. All that’s left for you to do is watch, enthralled and freaking out. Your heart skips from its marathon into overdrive and you feel a belly flutter so strong it has to be off the charts. When his face is only an inch from yours, he says, his deep voice silky, “Do you ever listen to me?”

“No” You mumble breathlessly and wait in anticipation. So much about the Han Solo effect not being true. Maybe you shouldn’t give in – are you too easy?

His mouth comes down on yours. Your body tenses and you try hard not to react, but the kiss is nice. Very, very nice. Too nice to handle. You like his hands on you, even though they’re holding you down and you especially like his heat. And to think you just complained about the heat a minute ago. Crazy.

Then his tongue touches your lips and you feel a strong, pleasant tingle between your legs. You open your mouth to say something, maybe lie and protest you wouldn’t give in to him under different circumstances but his tongue slides inside. He tilts his head and the kiss gets serious.

You aren’t super experienced, but you can tell he is really good at, mainly because your whole body melts. Your lips fit themselves to his and you kiss him back. Who could blame you?

His mouth disengages from yours, only for a millisecond and he keeps pressing kisses onto your lips, softly, lightly. “How are you feeling?” He asks raspily against your mouth. You can’t help but smile at that question.

“Pretty hot.”

“Hm. We can do better than that” He says, lets go of your wrists and goes in for another mind-dazzling kiss. Instantly, you wrap your hands around his neck and press him further down to you if that’s even possible. Bucky seems to have gotten the clue because he slides his entire body over to you and carefully puts his knee on your thighs. Without hesitation you open them for him and the next seconds he’s lying on top of you, touching you everywhere and his hips settle between your legs.

Your body reacts instantly, softening, melting itself to him, and one of your hands goes under his tank top, your fingers tracing the hard muscle and soft feel of his back above the waistband of his shorts, brushing over slightly wet skin that makes you think he’s feeling just as hot as you are, then they slide up the indentation of his spine…

Suddenly, there’s a rumbling noise coming from above the door, causing you and him to interrupt the kiss and lift your heads. A second later, you hear a quiet buzz and then there’s cold air on your heated skin. The AC started working again.

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Duckling || Shifter Series

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Shifter!Reader

Warnings: Nothing but Fluff

Word Count: 1300+

Summary: Bucky wasn’t sure what to make of the newest recruit. What he thought was the new team pet was really a shifter in disguise. He learns she’s not afraid of much, whether it’s himself, or walking around all natural. Having the unique ability to change into several different kinds of animals makes her a bit more in tune to her animal instincts as well. Things are hardly ever dull anymore with her around.

A/N: I think I’ve decided to turn this into a little series with different types of animals that the reader will shift into. Or at least be compared to. There’s no shifting for her in this one though. I already have the next part written, and then I have at least three other parts done as well. Let me know what you guys think and if I should continue with a series with this idea! Enjoy!

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“You have a little friend.”

Bucky glanced over his shoulder, spotting the person Natasha smiling at. Peaking around the corner to the kitchen was the newest shifter recruit. He gave her a small grin and turned back to his eggs sitting in front of him. Y/N made a small squeak and ducked behind the door frame. Natasha didn’t stop her snicker.

“I think you scared her.”

“Nah, she’s just nervous around other people.” He stated, taking a bite from the eggs. Natasha gave him a confused tilt of her head before she looked back to the empty doorway. “She’ll come around eventually.”

Natasha shrugged and swung off the bar stool. He clearly knew Y/N better than he let off. She had seen the way Y/N followed him around. Hell, the whole tower was more than aware.

“Well, I hope she does sooner rather than later. I’d love to get to know the woman who makes you smile like that whenever she’s brought up.” Bucky froze, fork halfway to his mouth. He looked over to Natasha, eyes wide. He did not smile whenever her name was mentioned. She smirked with an unsettling gleam in her eyes. “I’ll let you sit there in denial, Barnes. I’m going to find Clint.”

Turning at heel, she walked out the other door, leaving a dumbfounded Bucky behind. The sound of the chair beside him pulled him out of his stupor, Y/N settling in beside him. She snuck her arm under his and swiped the toast off his plate.

“Why do you tell her that I’m nervous? I’m not nervous.” She grumbled into the bread. Bucky snorted and grabbed his food back, elbowing her hands out of the way.

“Yes, you are. You stare.” He bit into the bread, scarfing it down before she could snatch it back. Y/N muttered unintelligibly under her breath and scooted her chair closer.

“She stares too.” Y/N settled her head on her shoulder, ignoring when he shifted uncertainly in his seat. He still wasn’t used to her open touches, finding it unnerving how at ease she was around him. “It’s not my fault she watches me like a hawk.”

“It’s only because you’re nervous. She wouldn’t bite.” He understands how hard it is to open up to strangers. He tries to soothe her fears whenever he has the chance, but Y/N can be as guarded as himself when it comes to expressing her emotions.

Y/N didn’t respond. He felt her lashes flutter against the bare skin of his shoulder and her arm slipped to link around his. Once again, he was torn. He wasn’t uncomfortable with her affection, but he wasn’t used to it. Clearing his throat, he went back to eating his breakfast.

“How did training with Steve go this morning?

“Ugh.” Y/N groaned, rolling her eyes. “It went.”

“And?” He pressed, grinning into his fork. Y/N sat up and narrowed her eyes at his tone.

“You know what.” She pouted, settling back against his shoulder. “Apparently, shifting and then shifting back is not a tactic that Steve appreciates.”

Bucky choked back a laugh, biting his lip at the memory of a red-faced Steve stomping into the kitchen. He barely formed a single coherent sentence, sputtering a jumbled mess of angry accusing words to Bucky before he stomped out of the room.

“Shut up!” She huffed, elbowing his side. Bucky couldn’t stop giggling. It was something he had talked with her about, just because she was okay with being in the nude didn’t mean everyone else was okay with it.

“I’m sorry doll, it’s just, I really wish I would have seen his face.” Bucky chortled, standing to take his plate to the sink. Y/N whined when he pulled away, standing to follow him as he left the room. He didn’t have to look over his shoulder to see if she was trailing behind. The past week, Y/N made it her mission to follow him around and talk as much as she could with him. Once again, throwing him for a loop with her lack of nerves around him.

“It was funny though.” Y/N giggled. “I just don’t get what the big deal is with you people and me shifting.”

“It’s not the shifting we have problems with. It’s the fact that you walk around naked afterward. Most people don’t like that.” Bucky shot over his shoulder, rolling his eyes at her grumble.

“You non-shifters are so sensitive. I don’t get why you need to be so embarrassed, it’s how you were born into the world. Why be so touchy about it?”

Bucky stopped in the middle of the hall, his head falling back with an exasperated sigh. Y/N skidded to a halt before she could run into his chest, blinking up at him innocently. Being raised by shifters her entire life meant she was taught differently. It wasn’t something her people shied away from often. Sure, they wore clothes ninety percent of the time, but after a shift, it wasn’t uncommon to walk around for a moment without the weight of the fabric. Most of the time she was still jittery from the shift between forms, and the texture always made her skin crawl. She wasn’t ashamed of who she was.

“We’re not touchy. It’s just not normal for us.” He could see the wheels turning in her head, but saw it fizzled out.

“Nope. Still don’t get it.” Bucky groaned and turned around to walk back down the hall.

“Look, just promise me you’ll stop walking around without clothes on. Especially when we have guests.”

“I don’t get it, but alright.” Y/N shrugged. Bucky knew that might be all he would get from her and continued with his tasks for the day.

Y/N followed behind, chatting away while she helped him with whatever he needed. He went to Tony to check up on his arm, and she sat beside them, shooting off questions about what did what. After almost getting tossed out by a rather irritated Tony, she wandered off to bother Bruce, who seemed surprised that she was willing to speak with him. Tony shot her a halfhearted glare before turning back to Bucky’s arm.

“She’s sure chatty.” He said dryly. Bucky chuckled and watched Y/N fondly as she babbled on about something to Bruce, while the doctor drew blood from her arm.

“Yeah, she’s not normally like this. It’s nice to see.”

Tony snorted, moving to grab another tool and flipped down a magnifying visor. “That’s because you’re here.”

“What?”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t figured it out yet, Frosty.” Tony griped, his eyes comically large behind the lens as he looked up at Bucky. “She’s only like this with you. Not even Steve nor I could ever get her to talk this much. But with you, there’s no off switch on her. It’s like she’s a little duckling that imprinted on you. Following you everywhere.”

Bucky considered his words, looking back over to Y/N who was smiling at whatever Banner was reading off his chart. She felt his gaze and chanced a glance over at his seat. The two locked eyes and she couldn’t help but smile wider, flashing him her pearly whites. A self-conscious blush spread across his cheeks, and he had to turn away.

As Tony returned to fix his arm, Bucky sat in stunned silence when realization settled in. It might have been only a week that she had been here, but she managed to wiggle her way right into life. She was a soothing presence to him now. He noticed when she was gone from his side, a feeling of emptiness settling in his stomach whenever she would go off to train or even when they separated for the night. He missed having her there, talking away in his ear. She never irritated him, seeming to know when he needed silence, and gave it to him. She never left his side unless he asked. Bucky hadn’t realized how close they had become, hadn’t realized how ingrained she had become in his daily life. And what was more surprising, was that he was more than okay with it.

Sitting back, he grinned down at his open palm. He could get used to having her there beside him if it meant he wasn’t so alone.

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