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[endless-ineffabilities]

The Bolter (part three)

Steve Rogers x f!reader

synopsis : Steve carries out his decision to return to Peggy, aiming to live out the rest of his days with her. But this means he's leaving everything behind - he's leaving you. Did he make the right choice? Will there be anything left with you to come back to?

in this chapter : The reader returns to New York for the first time after Steve left, reuniting with Bucky. We see a little more of what the reader and Steve went through while on the run.

themes/warnings : pining, tension, unrequited love, two sad saps (reader and Bucky) trying to get over trauma and heartache :(, language, brief mention of injuries

word count : <2k

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2024, three months after Steve's departure

You just finished your second mission since the final battle.

Since Tony. Since Nat.

Since... him.

Only three months, or rather, three long months. You don't know why Sam was worried that you are apparently overworking yourself.

He keeps calling you up, checking in from time to time, making sure that you are allowing yourself to relax. Have a little break. Stay with them in New York for a while. Maybe even have a couple of sessions with the therapist Bucky is seeing.

He must have done a darn good job at convincing you, or maybe you were just exhausted, because you arrive back in New York soon enough.

And Bucky comes knocking on your door not long after.

Your eyes meet, both of you blocking your doorway. Not a single word needs to be said - the understanding you two share runs much deeper.

Two kindred abandoned souls and whatnot.

You step aside to let him through and close the door behind him. His hair is trimmed shorter now, and with his getup, he could pass as just another civilian. It takes another beat of silence before he finally asks, "So how are you?"

You snort at how ridiculous his question sounds. He knows. "How are you?" you counter, eyebrows raised in a challenge.

"Touché," he says, shrugging off his leather jacket and placing it atop your kitchen island. He knows his way around. He's been here before, on the many nights you both shared drinks with Natasha, Sam and... him.

Damn it. You curse internally. It's okay, his name was Steve. He's not the fucking boogeyman.

He gives you a quick once over, immediately noticing that you're putting a lot of your weight on your left leg.

"I fell out a window," you sigh.

"Fuck's sake," he grimaces, shaking his head.

"Hey, we can't all be super soldiers, Buck. My muscles are just a bit softer than yours."

He presses on, still concerned, "Checked in for your physical yet?"

"Booked it for tomorrow," you respond. "But it shouldn't be too bad."

You feel his eyes continue to scan you, but in a non-invasive way. He's checking for more injuries, more signs of wear and tear. He's a lot like Steve, but his gaze is different, less commanding.

More broken.

"Anything new?" you have to ask to distract yourself, and he picks up on it right away. About Steve. He hasn't shown up like he said he would. You had been dreading it - the possibility of seeing a much older Steve, after he got to live out his life in this timeline.

He promised he would try and find you. A version of him, at least. White-haired and wrinkled and weary, but still your Steve. He said you would see him again, in what would be his future and your present, and say a real goodbye. Maybe even tell you all about his life and his girl.

You thought you blocked all that out, but sadly it did not slip your mind. You remember. And you didn't want to be there when it happens.

But nothing did, and you didn't know whether to be worried or relieved.

"Nothing," Bucky shakes his head. "But Dr. Banner is keeping track on whether there are any anomalies in the timeline, specifically in where Steve went back. Everything seems to be normal."

He's fine, and he finally got his normal. And you should let go.

As if he can read your mind, Bucky says, "It's hard to let go, isn't it?"

He's struggling. Of course he is. Bucky also has an old skin to shed, and bones to bury. You never encountered the Winter Soldier back in the day, but you heard of him.

Once you got to know Bucky, you never needed to know anything else. This is who he really is, and he's a good person. He's your friend.

And Steve trusted him. He believed in him. That would have been enough in your eyes, if anything.

"What makes you think I haven't let go yet?" you smile weakly.

He exhales, smiling back. Because, he seems to say, I know you.

Stepping forward, he opts for putting a hand on your shoulder first, unsure. He squeezes gently once, but then changes his mind and pulls you in for a hug at the last second, careful not to add any stress on your leg.

It takes the breath out of you, with his vibranium arm wrapped around your midtorso.

"I'm glad you're back," he mumbles against your hair.

Bucky knows that only you would really understand. The others, maybe they loved Steve too. Admired him. But it was different with the two of you.

Clint can move on with his family. Sam has his new responsibilties. Thor is out of world. Wanda has her own burden to bear. The world will go on as it always has.

But not for us, you think. As he held you tight, you decide that you will help Bucky through it. You will make sure that he gets the peace that he deserves and he is able to let go of Steve. Even if doesn't happen for you, this would be enough.

You offer him a drink after a moment, and he accepts without hesitation.

This is how it starts. This is how the two of you begin to move on.

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2017, ten months after the Avengers' Civil War

"Where were you?" Steve's voice came from somewhere in the room. He was seated in the small living room of your shared cabin, blinds drawn shut, almost out of sight.

You twisted around, and let your duffel bag fall to the floor. Squeezing the bridge of your nose, you let out a shaky breath. "What the hell, Steve, you nearly scared me."

You rummaged through the cupboard, looking for your stashed whiskey. "Nearly," you repeated in jest, when you heard him making his way to you.

You got a much better look at him then. His hair had darkened due to its length, and his beard was thicker. You were going to need several swigs of hard alcohol to resist jumping his bones.

"I was worried," he said, and his tone was gentler. It made you feel guilty, and you didn't know why. "I came back from Wakanda and you were gone."

"I wasn't gone, Steve. Sam needed help getting away with something, you know how it is. We don't exactly have a set schedule on when and where to go, given our fugitive status."

"I know, I know," he said right away, frustrated. What's wrong with him? "But you could have called, left a note - "

"A note could have been intercepted."

" - anything. Just to let me know how you are. You could have been taken in for all I know - "

"You really think I would let them take me in?"

He threw a stern glare your way, propping a hand on his hip. Based on his stance, you thought of how it looked like Captain America was about to give you a good scolding.

But you beat him to it. You were just too tired, and your arm was killing you. "Look, Steve, I had to help Sam and you were still in Wakanda checking up on Bucky. I didn't think it was a big deal. I thought I would be back here by the time you - "

"What's wrong with your arm?" he interrupted you, his practiced eyes easily noticing the damage, and reached for your forearm. "Take your jacket off."

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head before you can catch yourself. "What?" you squeaked, but you knew just what he meant.

Steve was on full Captain mode, always looking out for anyone he feels responsible for. That's all it was. You had to remind your hopeful self that it was nothing more.

His hands were waiting by the neckline of your jacket, asking for permission. Ever so polite, even when his mood is sour.

You can ignore a lot of things, compartmentalize your emotions. You're used to it all, not getting too attached to anyone or anything as a result of your chosen life.

But you couldn't ignore the burning feeling his fingertips left behind as they grazed your skin. When he guided you to the couch so he can take a better look at the bruises on your arm, you were seated close. The closest you've ever been to each other, but he didn't look fazed at all.

Of course not. This doesn't mean the same to him, as it does to me.

You watched him the entire time, his long eyelashes almost grazing his cheek as he looked down at his work. His brows furrowed in concentration. Once in a while, he mumbled something that sounded like, never should've happened, or gotta watch out next time.

It didn't take long for him to fix you up nicely, your arm disinfected and wrapped in gauze.

After you thanked him, you stood from the seat, ready to compartmentalize that moment too. Because that was not the time to go falling for anyone, especially not someone who was just too good for you.

But he grabbed your hand before you walked away, looking up at you as he stayed seated.

"Steve?" There it was again, that burning. That warmth. If he didn't notice the goosebumps on your skin before, you were sure he saw them then.

"I - " he hesitated, before finally deciding on, "I'm glad you're okay."

You tilted your head, smiling. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, y'know."

His worried and serious expression drops and he smiled, eyes all crinkled.

And that was one sight you won't ever be able to ignore.

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A week later, Natasha dropped by. Sporting a brand new white-blonde hairdo that suited her just as fine as her signature red.

You teased her about it, saying how she must have been waiting for an opportunity like this to have an excuse to drastically switch out her hairstyle.

The two of you sat on the bench on the patio while Steve chopped up wood in the distance, looking like a right ol' lumberjack.

He looked too damn good, and it annoyed you. He wasn't making any of it easy.

"You could switch your hair out too, you know. It helps in going incognito," she reached over and twirled a strand of your hair.

You swatted her hand away playfully, grinning, "Oh, but my face is too memorable so it might not even work."

"Oh really?" she smiled, with that mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, Steve certainly seems to think so."

"Uh, what do you mean?"

"He looks at you like you're his sun or something," she stretched out, amused by the obvious rush of blood to your face.

You shook your head profusely, because of how wrong you thought her assumptions were. "He looks at me because there's no one else around here to look at. Not for at least fifty miles or even more."

"Honey, please. It's my job to know these things."

"Oh, is it now?"

"Mhmm," she patted your knee, tilting her head in Steve's direction without turning to look at him. "I'm willing to bet Tony's LA mansion that he's looking at you right now."

"No, he's not - "

"Then prove me wrong."

But you turned, and you couldn't prove her wrong.

Your eyes met Steve's and when he realized your attention was on him, he simply smiled.

Like you were his sun, Natasha had said. But she was a bit off the mark.

You were never Steve's sun, but he was yours.

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It's the start of a potential Bucky x reader. I gotta be careful here because I might just flip and want the reader to be with him instead.. who could ever look over Bucky???? He's going to make it hard for us that's for sure.

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[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

— flufftober (day 16) —

Warnings: fluff, dad!bucky (he’s a warning), sexual tension, a bit of sad!Bucky, pregnancy

Prompt: Fireplace

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

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A/N: these are going to be veryyy late submissions. but it’s not my fault writer’s block hit me now. i mean kinda but not really. i’ll be posting these randomly here and there when inspiration comes. enjoy!

Bucky surveyed the living room with a small frown adorning his lips and a small twinkle in his eyes. His eyes trailed over the couches covered in crayons and papers before falling to the action figures and toys laying on the floor like casualties of a battlefield. The smell of chicken nuggets and fries lingered in the air, mixing in with the vanilla scented candle he had lit after the boys were sent to bed.

He heard you before he saw you, the telltale creak of the second step alerting him before you could remember it existed. He saw you step up beside him with a sigh and send a long glance at the pile of dishes in the sink. He smiled softly at the adoring smile that had somehow, in amidst of the chaotic closing of the night, appeared on your lips.

He nudged your shoulder with his. "Think we'll survive this?" He joked when you turned your head to look at him. The teasing tone in his voice made you giggle, lowly so that you didn't wake the sleeping boys.

"We always do, don't we?" You replied swiftly, looking at the family portrait you had managed to take last month at Disneyworld—a gift from Tony. You and Bucky were at the center, holding the one of two-year-old twins each, Grant & Thomas, while the four-year-old Grayson was held in the middle by Bucky. The smiles on each of their faces were adorable enough to have you slightly hazy with the memory.

With a huff, you looked at Bucky and said, "Let's split up."

"Toys or dishes?" Bucky raised his eyebrows and waited for your answer. You smirked and looked at the floor covered in Legos, action figures, and blocks.

"There's no way I can bend down for that long, Buck," you answered, placing your hand on your swollen belly. Bucky chuckled and nodded, a rare grin on his face that lit his face and flashed his dimples.

You two were done with kids—you really were done after having three boys—but you knew Bucky had wanted a girl. And you secretly did, too. Especially after seeing him with Morgan, you both starting trying again. It wasn't as if you weren't opposed to having another boy either—all three boys were such mama's boys that it made both you and Bucky all warm inside.

When you had brought that up, Bucky had laughed and kissed your concern away, adding in a simple, "If this one turns out anything like the boys when they grow up, I'll be more than happy. Boy or girl." That was the end of your worries. When you two learned that you were having a girl, it became apparent that Bucky's phrase third time's a charm turned out to be true.

"I'll get cleaning here then," Bucky said while reaching out to grab your hand and kiss your knuckles. "But you gotta promise me that you'll sit down if your feet hurt. And you—" his eyes flickering down and his metal hand coming to your stomach— "don't give your mama a hard time, 'kay?"

A soft kick landed on his hand and his smile widened. "I hope that was an 'okay, papa' and not a hard no," he teased with a wink at you.

"Yeah, okay. I promise." You smiled up at him and tilted your head as an invitation. He leaned in to peck your lips and then you two split up as planned.

He quickly gathered the bigger toys first, knowing he would trip over them or not see a Lego piece before it was too late. After dumping those to the side, he bent down and started piling the Legos together and then dumping them into its container. He fell back to sit on his butt after noticing that he had been balancing on his toes. He sat with his legs bent and elbows resting on his knees.

He had barely begun and he was already tired of cleaning up. He glanced around the couch to look at you. You were almost finished with the dishes, wearing an apron to reduce the water from staining your clothes. Well, they were his hoodie and sweatpants, but he was pretty sure you wore them more often than him. He never minded it, even if he complained about never having his clothes with a playful glare aimed at you.

Bucky got up and walked over to you silently, purposely missing the creaky board. He wrapped his arms around you, feeling you jump slightly in his arms before settling into his chest.

"Thought I told you to sit down if—"

"If my feet hurt," you cut in with a chuckle. "I know, but I'm okay right now. Promise." He hummed and pulled you closer to him. He kissed the curve of your neck and made his way up to the sensitive spot that made you squirm away.

"Hey," Bucky protested with a boyish smile. He tightened his arms around you with mind to the swell of your belly and the baby girl inside to keep you in place as he kissed that spot again.

"Bucky!" You squealed, but pressed your lips together the next moment with his little hush.

"The kids are sleeping," he murmured against your skin, causing a shiver to seep through your body. "Don't wanna be too loud—"

Your hiss made him pause and move away, suddenly scared that he had hurt you with his strength. It wouldn't be the first time that he had, but those times were under different circumstances and controlled. Just as he was moving away with his arms loosening around you, you grabbed his forearm and leaned back into his chest.

"Doll?" He whispered, afraid to speak. He swallowed when your breath hitched again.

"She's kicking my ribs again," you mumbled, eyes closing and head tilting onto his shoulder. He relaxed a little, wrapping his arms around you again, and slipped his hands under the hoodie to rub little circles into the soft skin. "She's strong, though. That much is obvious."

Bucky kissed your neck. "Just like her mama."

"Pretty sure it's that super-soldier serum."

"Don't drag my wife down." He bit your neck playfully. "You're the one who gave birth to our boys. We both know I'm not that strong."

"There's other complications with that, anyway," you remarked, relaxing when you realized that the kicking had ceased.

"Just take the compliment, doll." Bucky saw you smile and open your eyes, placing the last dish on the rack to dry and turning in his arms. You grinned and an idea sparked in his head. "What d'you say we turn tonight into a date night?"

"What?" You laughed slightly and placed your hands on his chest.

"Just—" Bucky let out a breath— "Just go sit down on the couch, the only one not covered in papers and crayons, and relax and wait for me to clean up. Then we can watch a movie with the fire going. What d'you say, huh?"

"I say," you started, moving your hands around his neck and tangling them between his locks, "it sounds like we'll be watching what I want to." Your eyes sparkled with amusement and mischief.

Bucky rolled his eyes, but nodded. "Sounds about right."

"Well, then, get ready to watch Scream."

You backed away and walked into the living room. You hopped over the toys still scattered with a smile and flopped down on the couch. Bucky followed you and grabbed the remote to pass to you before he started to clean up the remaining toys. He started the fireplace and watched it blaze for a second. Then he realized that the lights had been turned off.

"You ready, Jamie?"

Bucky sat down next to you. Your presence seemed to warm him more than the fireplace.

"'Course I am."

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[natsgrave]

PICK UP LINES | natasha romanoff

a/n: this is my first time posting and using tumblr, so i don't really know how this shit work, lol. also, i'm not good with summaries and english is not my first language, forgive me. i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other sites. plagiarism is a crime!! masterlist

Y/N'S POV I was looking at Natasha while she's talking to Bruce seriously, I was wondering if should I do the thing that I saw earlier. A couple exchanging some corny pick up lines. I've been hiding my feelings for her for like a year or two now. Well, what can I say? I'm not really a vocal person and she's very hard to approach.

A cold-hearted ex-assassin spy, how am I supposed to tell her that I'm in love with her? It's hard! She's hard to read and I don't want to ruin what we have now, I don't want her to be uncomfortable and feel weird around me after I confess. Why is it just so impossible?

"Y/LN!!" someone shouted snapping out from my thoughts. I look around and saw Bucky standing at the corner. He made his way towards me and sat down before flashing me a smile.

"What can I do for you, Buck?" I asked.

"Why are you looking at Nat?" He asked with a smirk, and I can feel my face turns red. I'm blushing, oh my god!

"I'm not." I lied as I cleared my throat. He puts his hand on mine and smiled at me genuinely, "It's okay, I'll support you with anything and I'll suggest go get your girl." He said and poke my side making me giggle.

"Bucky stop! It tickles!" I said between laughter but he didn't stop.

While you and Bucky are having your fun, your laughter and giggles caught Natasha's attention. Her heart tightened when she saw you with Bucky, happy. Not that she doesn't want you to be happy, but she want it to be her. She wants to make you happy and give you everything. But she didn't know that you and him are just friends, and to be honest she's the one you're in love with.

"Okay, Bucky! Stop, please, I can't take it anymore!" and finally, he stopped while I start to catch my breathe. I wiped the tear that came out from my eyes because of laughter. Bucky pulled me into a warm embrace and whisper to me, "Go, tell her that you love her before it's too late." He encouraged me before pulling away. I smiled at him and nod. He mess with my hair a little before walking away.

Shortly after Bucky left, I look over where Nat and Bruce are and found Natasha already staring at me. When our eyes met, she turned away quickly and walks out causing me to tilt my head because of confusion. What happened to her? I shrugged my shoulder and start thinking about something to confess my love for her with positive things on my head to boast my confidence.

The night comes, and all of us gathered in the lounge. I was sitting on Bucky's right side while Steve is on the other side of him. Natasha is sitting beside Bruce, talking again about only god knows what. Wanda is with Vision cooking something, while Tony and Clint are just messing around.

I keep stealing glances at Natasha and I'm glad she haven't noticed it yet. But, unlucky me, Bucky notice what I'm doing and nudges my shoulder.

"What the hell are you doing? Talk to her!" He whisper shout.

"You know it's not that easy, right?" I whispered back and he rolled his eyes to me before looking at Natasha. I grab my drink before hearing Bucky cleared his throat making me look at him, confused.

"Hey, Nat." He calls out. Natasha instantly dropped his conversation with Bruce and look at him, "Why?" She asked. I took a sip from my drink while waiting for his response. "Y/N wants to talk to you." He said hiding his smirk while I choke out from my drink. I gave him a look and he just smirked at me, "What the hell, Buck!?" I whispered and slap his arm, not the metal one because I'm not stupid. He just shrugged and lean back to the couch before I turn my gaze over to Natasha and found her eyeing me already causing me to blush and a smirk forms into her lips. SHE DIDN'T EVEN TRIED TO HIDE IT!

"What do you want, Y/N?" She asked with her raspy voice and I swear to god, her voice is enough to kill me. Clearing my throat, I asked and pointed outside, "Can we talk in private, please?" She nods and start to walk outside with me following her behind but before that I look at Bucky and he mouthed a "welcome." I rolled my eyes and give him a finger.

Once we're outside I felt myself getting nervous every passing second and my palm starting to sweat. She turned around and looks at me, "What is it, Y/N?" I took a deep breath and think about what I'm going to do, having second thoughts. Should I really do this? This is going to be so embarrassing and will probably ruin our friendship! 

"Y/N?" She speaks again.

"I just wanted to ask if you're a bank loan?" Natasha's eyebrows furrowed as her eyes looked at me confused, "What?" she asked.

"Because you got my interest." I finished before mentally cursing myself for the stupid and corny pick up line that I spill.

"What are you doing?" She asked hiding her smile.

"I'm trying to be sweet, just give me a sec." I said lifting my pointy finger and think about something else. She kept silent waiting for me to embarrassed myself even more.

"Are you a time traveler? Because I see you in my future." Once again, myself received a mentally cursed from me. Natasha let out a giggle which she tried to cover with cough. I smiled to myself knowing I'm doing good even though I'm embarrassing myself in front of the that girl I like.

"Your hands look heavy, can I hold it for you?" I blurt out and this time with confidence. She shakes her head and smiles, "Why are you doing this exactly?"

"I, uhm— I like you, Nat. Actually, no, scratch that. I love you, Nat. I don't know when and how but one day, I just woke up and suddenly felt this, I've been in love with you for a year now, and I'm not expecting you to like me back. I just want you to know what I feel because everyday, it's getting hard to hide it anymore. I don't know if you're with Bruce because of how close you two are but please, after this don't ignore me, distance yourself from me or feel weird around me. Even you don't feel the same, I still want to be your friend. It's fine by me." I rumble and catch my breathe. She looks at me searching my eyes if I'm telling the truth.

Once she's satisfied she flashed me a genuine smile and walks closely to me before taking my hand, not breaking the eye contact.

"Your lips look lonely would they like to meet mine?" She said and smirked at me.

I feel my face start to heat up, and turning into a crimson red.

"Th-That was nice." I said and nervously chuckled.

"You look so cute when you're nervous, but, I'm serious." She softy said and flashing me another smile. My eyes widen and pointed myself, "You like me too?" I asked with a shocked tone still pointing at myself. She nods and pulled my neck as our lips locked.

Her soft and sweet lips, I grab her waist to pull her closer to me. She wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled away, resting our foreheads together.

"I love you too, Y/N." She confessed causing a smile to form into my face and hugs her tight which she gladly returned.

"You don't know how much this meant to me, Nat. I'm so happy." I mumbled, feeling her giggles.

"I am too, I thought you and Bucky are together because you guys are so close."

"I can say the same with you and Bruce." I replied not pulling away from the hug and walks impossibly close to her.

"You can't get any closer, baby." She chuckled.

I cupped her face and pecked her lips, "Why is your pick up lines are so good and sound so descent, while mine sounds so cringe and corny?" I asked teasingly. She poked my nose before cupping my cheeks, "It's actually sweet, I like it and I love you." She smiled. "Let's go back inside, I think they're looking for us already." I said and starts pulling her back inside. Before we can enter, she stops at the door and turned me around before kissing me. When she pulled away, she smiled at me cheekily which received a giggle from me. We walked back hand in hand causing everyone to notice us.

They gaze goes from us going down to our hands. Bucky let out a very loud cheer, screaming "yes" over and over again all the while Wanda gasp, and smiles form into others faces. I look at Natasha and she did the same.

"I love you, Natasha Romanoff."

"I love you too, Y/N Y/LN."

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[sunvmars]

fireworks | s.r.

pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader

pt. 2 | masterlist

word count: 3.7k

warnings: smut mentions, some light swearing and some fluff. oh, and i have no timeline in the mcu for which this takes place so keep that in mind. i also did minimal proof reading :)

summary: everyone but you and steve realize you like each other.

Before you were an Avenger, you were Steve's friend and roommate. For half of the year that you'd lived together, you considered Steve to be more than a friend- you were head over heels in love. The team noticed how you brightened when he was around. They noticed how you were always taking short glances at him at meetings. You were always the one tending to any of Steve's injuries on the jet after a mission. The only one who didn't notice your pining was Steve.

Steve would do anything for you just as you would him. You weren't sure if you would ever tell him. If there was even a possibility of him not feeling the same, you didn't wanna ruin your friendship.

But just like he didn't notice your feelings for him, you never noticed his for you. To everyone but you, it was obvious Steve followed you around like a lost puppy. During team dinners he was sitting right next to you. In training he always picked you to partner up with. When it was your turn to make dinner, he was always in there helping you. And on missions, Steve always made sure to be near you.

Not that you needed Steve to protect you, and he knew this, as you came from generations of the strongest witches. You were strong on top of having your abilities. So far, you've discovered you have telekinesis, you can read and control people's minds, and control elemental factors.

After Steve found out that you had special abilities, he'd pushed you to get you in contact with Tony Stark. SHIELD decided you'd be a great asset and got you set up in a room in the Avenger's tower. Soon after you moved into the tower and out of your shared apartment, so did Steve. In fact, he was only three rooms down from you.

That was almost two years ago. And today was the day before Tony's New Years Eve Party. You all but forced everyone to decorate the place. Not that you truly cared this much about New Years, but you were a sucker for extra time with the team. And that's how you ended up spending your evening putting up decorations and assigning jobs for who puts up what and in which area.

"Come on, Buck, it won't be that bad," Steve smiles, patting the brunette's back as he passes him on the way down the stairs.

"If you stop complaining, it'll get done faster," Sam adds, giving Bucky a blank expression.

A frown crosses your features, "this is supposed to be fun, don't look so miserable!"

You watch Bucky and Sam struggle to wrap a gold and black tinsel garland around the stair rail, your frown quickly being replaced with a smirk. Steve, little to your knowledge, watches with a smile as you giggle at them bicker over who's wrapping the wrong way. After a few seconds, Tony jumps in to break it up- only resulting in all three of them arguing.

"How many Avengers does it take to put a damn garland up?"

"Apparently more than three," Steve responds to you with a chuckle, "should I break it up?"

"Of course not. It's entertaining. Wanna come hang balloons with me?"

Steve nods with the same lovesick smile plastered on his face.

Soon enough, the whole living room was decorated- after hours of bickering between the team and multiple drinks, of course.

"See! That wasn't so bad," you declare.

"Speak for yourself," Sam says, side eyeing Bucky.

Bucky returns the glance, but remains silent.

"It wasn't horrible, but I won't be working with those two idiots again," Tony looks back at Sam and Bucky as he ruffles your hair and heads off to his room.

"I had fun," Wanda smiles, hoping to reassure you.

Nat gives you a slight smile, "it wasn't so bad."

After everyone goes off to their rooms, the only people left in the room are you and Steve putting up the unused decorations.

"So, Steve, do you have anyone in mind that you plan on going to the party with tomorrow?"

His face reddens just barely as he looks away from you for a moment to conjure up an answer, "I... No, not really. What about you?"

"I guess I could say the same."

You nod and attempt to cover the disappointment on your face. He only offers a hum in response as his lips curl up to form an empathetic smile. Your eyes linger on his for a little too long, both of you waiting for the other to fill the silence.

"Well, I should probably go put these back and head to bed," you blurt out, mentally cussing yourself out for not asking him to be your date to the party.

"Of course. Goodnight, y/n."

You turn a little too quickly and start walking towards the elevator. Once in your room, you change into pajamas and climb into your bed. Just a few doors down is Steve laying comfortably in his bed, and also berating himself for not asking you to go to the party with him. See, he has a plan to tell you how he feels tomorrow. He even found a balcony on the tower that gives a perfect view of the fireworks. His nerves are getting the best of him though. Sometimes he feels like you have the same feelings for him as he does for you, but he always dismisses the thought. He takes note of every move you make towards him. All the times you've hugged him and let your hands linger a little longer around him before pulling away. Every time your cheeks have brightened when he reassures you with compliments after a shitty date. Steve notices everything you do. And everyone notices how the two of you endlessly and hopelessly chase each other.

When you wake up, the first thing that you notice is the smell of pancakes. The second thing is the small box you feel by your feet. Your eyes hesitate to open, trying to adjust to the sunlight. Slowly, your body allows you to sit up. You pick up the small white box wrapped with a pink bow. Attached to it is a small card that simply reads, "From Tony." With a cocked brow you gently tug on the pink bow and allow it to come undone. The box opens to reveal a piece of folded up fabric.

It unravels to reveal a dress that's hardly an actual dress. Sure, it's not that bad, but it's a little much for a casual party. It's slightly below the knee length dress with thick off shoulder straps. It's red with a black mesh over it making it appear a dark maroon color. The cups are a practically see through black mesh, the back zips up to just barely above your ass, and it has a long slit on the side that looks like it'd stop right at your hip. Not that you needed his approval, but you wondered if Steve would like you in this particular dress. After wrapping the dress back up into the box, you make your way out of the room and into the kitchen.

"Good morning, y/n," Steve smiles.

He hands you a plate with a stack of pancakes, a few pieces of fruit, and a little cup of syrup on the side.

"Thanks, Stevie," you return the expression and make your way to the table after getting a drink.

Plopping down in your usual seat between Bucky and Steve, you start to dig in. A few minutes later and everyone's almost done cramming down their breakfast. If anyone's learned anything from the time's when Thor visits it's that he eats, he eats a lot and he eats it fast. First day he was there it was like a pack of animals fighting over the last drop of water out of a pond. Per usual, you and Steve shared small talk until you decided to go back to your room.

Within a few hours after breakfast, it was time to get ready for the party. For the last two years you've gotten ready for events like this with Wanda and Nat. Being the only girls in the tower, they were your best friends in the compound.

A sigh leaves your lips after carefully observing yourself in the dress one last time. You put a red bra on under it to make the cups look the same color as the rest of it. The dress left nothing to the imagination.

"Thoughts?" you ask as you step out of the bathroom.

Nat and Wanda exchange a glance.

"That's the one," they blurt out in unison.

"Are you guys sure? It doesn't feel like a little much for a regular, boring party?"

They quickly shut down your thought. After a quick pep talk, you take another glance in the mirror at yourself, you start to ponder it. They were right. It's beautiful and, to be honest, you wanted to tell Steve how you felt tonight so you had to look good.

"Oh, what the hell. Why not," you step into your closet to pick out a pair of shoes to go with the dress.

The three of you headed down to the living room only to split up after a few minutes of chatting. You went straight to the bar after exchanging a goodbye with them. As you placed your clutch on the bar, you leaned over the counter. Tony turns to look at you, shaker in hand and a smirk on his face.

"You actually wore it."

"You wouldn't leave me alone if I didn't," a small laugh escapes your lips, "you're cheap for somebody so rich. And it has kinda grown on me. So thank you, Tony."

"Ah, no problem kid," he pours the drink into a chilled glass, looking back up at you, "besides, it's not really a gift for you specifically."

Confusion racks your brain and you try to piece together what he means. Your bewilderment must've been evident on your face as Tony pushes the drink towards you with a grin.

"It's a gift for him," he nods behind you.

You pick up the drink and take a sip before turning to make direct eye contact with none other than Steve. His expression is almost stoic until he catches your gaze, offering a smile and wave. The gesture is returned by you before turning back to look at Tony's smug face.

"I knew you were up to something."

"Maybe soon enough you'll find out what that something is."

"He does not think of me like that."

"Sure," he scoffs as he makes his way to the end of the bar to grab more glasses.

After a few hours into the party, you're starting to feel socially drained and really just defeated. Two hours and you have yet to find the right time to pull Steve aside, and he's having the same problem. You'd hardly talked at all except for when he bought you a drink earlier in the night. Most of the conversation being made tonight was small talk with some people who sat next to you at the bar, and a few desperate men.

That is, until a man approaches you, "I'm sure you've heard this a lot tonight, but you're absolutely gorgeous. And I'd love to buy you a drink."

His hair is short and dirty blonde, he's got baby blue eyes, and he's definitely handsome. Although he's no Steve, and this isn't something you do often, you could use the cheering up.

"Thank you..?" your voice trails as you wait for him to offer his name.

"Lucas," he grins.

"Lucky for you, I'd love another drink, Lucas. I'm y/n," you smile and pat the seat next to you.

The two of you chat for the next hour and, unbeknownst to you, Steve has the perfect view of you from where he's standing. He can see the beautiful smile you're giving him and the way the man is looking you up and down. Soon enough, the jealousy coursing through him was all he could focus on. That should be him that you're smiling at like that, it should be him down there making you laugh, it should be his eyes practically undressing you. All it took to push him over the edge was the guy putting his hand on your lower back. Now he was even more determined to tell you how he feels.

It's getting late and right as you're about to tell Lucas that you have to go, his phone rings. He quickly excuses himself and leaves to take the call.

A few seconds later, your attention is grabbed by Steve taking the seat next to you. And God he looks even more handsome close up. He's got on a dark blue, fitted dress shirt paired with equally fitted black dress pants. The darker blue is a perfect contrast to his eyes and hair. The shirt brings out the definition of his arms in the best way possible. Thoughts that are the farthest thing from wholesome run through your brain before he even gets a chance to speak.

"Having fun," he smiles at you.

"A little. You ignoring me, Rogers? Haven't talked to you all night."

"Of course not," Steve chuckles, "you were talking to your arm candy. Who would I be to interrupt?"

"That was nothing. It definitely wasn't like that."

"Well, you talked for awhile. Seemed like you were having fun and I just wanted to wait my turn, that's all."

His choice of words makes you giggle, "We're adults, you don't have to standby like a kid waiting for their mom to get off the phone. It's not like there's a long line to speak to me."

And Steve can safely say he's surprised there isn't a long line to talk to a girl like you. You're looking absolutely gorgeous tonight although he's way too nervous to express it to you.

Steve doesn't like the thoughts going through his head at the moment. He tries not to think about you inappropriately, but in times like these it's not easy. You're leaned over the bar counter with your ass practically poked all the way out, the cutout on the back of the dress gave the perfect view of your back, and the fabric fit your figure perfectly.

"That dress is stunning on you, sweetheart," he smiles, taking a sip of his drink.

If it were possible for a heart to do flips, yours just did it.

"Oh! Thank you, Stevie. Tony got it for me."

"Tony, huh? I guess I'll have to thank him, then."

To be honest, Steve was being very blunt and it was making it hard not to kiss him right then. Sometimes you guys would jokingly flirt but something about his tone was hinting that he wasn't joking this time.

"Come with me," he flashes a smile at you, "I wanna show you something."

"Is it important? It'd be rude to run off on Lucas."

Another pang of jealousy makes his stomach turn. He wants to tell you to forget about him, but he knows he doesn't have the right to do that. You're just being your usual sweet self and he knows that. But he can't get rid of the image of the way Lucas was looking at you; he knows what kind of thoughts came with that look because he gives it to you all the time. Like when you're training and your shorts start to roll up to reveal more of your thighs. Or when you're in your suit on missions and your sweat makes it cling to your body. That guy was eye fucking you, and even if Steve hadn't said it to you yet, you were his.

"It's important, it's almost midnight, and I have a surprise for you that's midnight exclusive."

"Alright, alright. It's not like I'll ever see him again anyways," you sigh.

As soon as he sees the corners of your lips turn up, he takes your hand and leads you to the balcony on the top floor. There's no one else up there and he silently thanks the universe for that. Quiet electronic pop music can be heard coming for the speakers. You both sit down on the couch and turn to look at each other.

"So, what's the surprise?"

"Just give it a few minutes," Steve smiles gently at your impatience, "you'll see it after the countdown."

"You know I like surprises. Don't tease me, Steven."

"So," he starts, "I'm sorry you won't get your kiss with Lucas tonight. But I think you'll like my surprise."

"Me? Kiss Lucas? Oh, no, no, no. I don't like him like that. There's...someone else."

He wants to let out a sigh of relief but stops himself. His eyes stay on you as you're looking up at the skylights. The different colored lights on the balcony make your eyes light up, and it also gives him the perfect view of your cleavage. Guilt washes over him at the thoughts he's having again. Then he decides it's the perfect time to tell you- you're alone, it's quiet, and he simply can't hold it in anymore.

"Y/n?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Stevie," you say as your face lights up, "you're the best friend I could ask for."

He laughs for a second, thinking of how to explain, "no, not like that. I love you. I'm sorry if this ruins our friendship, but I've been wanting to say this for a while. I have loved you from the moment I met you. Isn't it obvious how infatuated I am with you?"

Your heart stops for a second and the speed at which it beats picks up. After this long, Steve is finally saying the words you've only dreamed of hearing. A few seconds go by and you still can't conjure up a response.

"Listen, I understand if it's alot to take in. I'll leave you alone for a bit if you want," he starts to stand up but your hand pulls him back down.

"Steve-"

A loud crash of thunder stops your sentence early. As if on cue, rain starts pouring from the dark clouds above you. The rain is pouring fast, soaking both of you after only a few seconds.

"Shit. Let's go inside, I don't want you to get sick."

He gets up again but this time you stand up just as quick.

"No! I have been waiting to see this and I'm saying it now."

Your tone of urgency makes him laugh as he waits for you to continue.

"Steven Grant Rogers I have loved you for the last two years. I love you isn't even good enough to express how I feel for you," your smile widens as you keep talking, "you are the only one I can bring myself to think of. I. Love. You."

You stare at each other for a moment, smiles never fading, and then he places his hand on your lower back to draw you closer, "I am-"

This time, it's him being cut off. The sound of people on the balconies below you counting down and cheering is too loud to talk over. Laughter erupts from the both of you and he takes this image of you in. Your hair is wet and sticking to you, the water is making your dress stick to you too, and you've just told him you love him too.

"Can I kiss you?" he yells when they get to 5.

"Please."

His free hand comes to rest on your cheek and he pulls your face to hips. Your lips connect in a slow, passionate kiss. The rain no longer bothers you. Nothing could ruin this.

The sound of fireworks makes him pull away and turns your bodies towards them, "this was your surprise. Best view in the house."

For the second time tonight, your face lights up because of him. He swears there'll be no better feeling than seeing himself make you happy.

"Oh, Stevie... It's beautiful."

"And you're breathtaking, sweetheart."

His hand rubs your back, tracing circles into your skin. The thoughts from earlier start to come back. All he wants to do is bend you over this railing, lift up that short dress, and show you how much he loves you.

You move in to kiss him again. This time, the kiss is needier. It's rough and desperate. A gasp escapes your lips and Steve takes this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His tongue explores your mouth as he tries to pull you closer. He finds it in himself to pull away, both of you trying to catch your breath.

"I'm sorry if I'm a little bad at that, haven't done it in a while."

"No, sweetheart- it's not that. Trust me. I'm just doing everything I can to avoid losing control. If I'm honest, I've been having horrible thoughts about you since I saw you in this," he admits, motioning down at your dress.

"Who says I want you to hold back?"

His breath catches in his throat before he can respond. He opens his mouth to try again but stops again when you start to reach around and unzip your dress with a smirk on your face.

"What are you doing..?"

"It's cold, and I'm wet," your eyes glance up to meet his, "and you won't make the first move, so I'm doing it for you."

He steps forward and grabs your hand to prevent you from unzipping it any farther.

"Absolutely not. If I'm gonna fuck you, I'm doing it where nobody will see you. I'm not letting anyone else see you like that. As much as I'd love to take you right here on that couch, you're mine, baby," his confidence is evident in his tone.

Steve scoops you up with ease as you giggle, trying to get down, "put me down, I can walk."

"And I can walk faster. I need you."

All you can feel is immense joy. He was finally yours, and you were his. As it turns out, Steve would have to thank Tony for buying you that dress.

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Dating advice

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.6K

SUMMARY | Bucky has had a crush on you since you joined the Avengers, but he isn't sure about how to ask you out since he hasn't been with anyone since the 40s. When he comes to you for dating advice, you help him out, only for this advice to be used on you.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing, RIP bathroom door, implied semi-public sex.

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''Why don't you just ask her out?'' Nat asks, but he doesn't want to admit he hasn't asked anyone out in over 70 years. ''Why, she's just going to say no, so it would be a waste of my time!'' Bucky said to her, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. ''You're really stupid if you don't see that she likes you too, man. She's head over heels in love with you!'' she sneers at him, but he doesn't want to believe it's true. Well he does, but he can't. He knows he can talk to you about anything and everything, but this was a step too far in his mind. He lets out a little groan before taking his water bottle out of the fridge and heading towards the gym.

''Hi doll!'' he says when he notices you on the treadmill in the gym, leaning casually against it to talk to you for a bit. ''How's your run going?'' he asks, and you turn off your music when you see him. ''Hey Buck, I'm sorry but I didn't hear what you said, my music was still on!'' you say and you lower the speed on the treadmill, your face is already red from your warming up, so you're really glad he can't tell it's because of his sudden presence. ''Oh, it's okay. I asked how your run is going so far,'' he said with a smirk. ''Well, my run is pretty much done, it was good though. Just walking the last few minutes to give me a bit of a cooling down. Are you up for some sparring when I'm done?'' you ask him, and he nods.

The two of you are usually sparring partners in the gym because you always make it fun for one another. You can talk about all sorts of stuff while getting a workout in, so you usually take this time to catch up whenever you don't have much time outside of the gym. ''Alright, you ready to get your ass kicked today, Barnes?'' you tease him a little, and it works every single time. He huffs and says ''You wish,'' which makes you laugh every single time. The butterflies in your stomach go wild when you hear it, and it makes you lose focus for just a second, and he has you tackled and pinned underneath him in no time. Your faces are only a few inches apart from each other, and your mind has to be deceiving you when it looks like he's getting closer.

You quickly push him off of you and scramble away, babbling something about a meeting or a mission, Bucky isn't sure. All you needed to do was get the hell out of there and get in a cold shower to calm yourself down. You were so damn sure he didn't feel the same way, and you didn't want to risk your friendship with him, not after all these years. ''Fuck fuck FUCK!'' you screamed when you were in your shower, stomping the wall with your fists repeatedly. You were being louder than you thought because Steve and Bucky both broke down your door when they heard you and were worried you were being attacked. They tore the bathroom door off its hinges only to find you, naked, under the shower.

'GUYS, WHAT THE FUCK?!'' you shriek out and you try to cover yourself up, and they are both confused why there wasn't a threat. ''GET OUT OF MY FUCKING SHOWER!'' you yelled at them, and they finally saw you, turning bright red and quickly turning away. They mumble some apologies before running out of your room. ''Assholes...'' you mumble while you look at the damage they did to your bathroom door, wondering how you were going to explain this to Tony. You quickly finish your shower and dry off, before slipping into some clothes to go on a warpath to the 2 idiots who ruined your perfectly good door. You grab a pair of sports leggings, one of Bucky's henley's (he left some for you after he realized you love wearing them), and a pair of Vans. You wear your glasses because you can't be bothered with your contacts and storm out the door.

''BARNES, ROGERS, WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO?!'' you yell throughout the Compound and run into Nat. ''What did they do this time?'' she asks with a knowing smirk. ''They ripped my bathroom door off its hinges because they thought I was getting attacked, while I was in the fucking shower...'' you said with a scowl on your face. Natasha couldn't help but laugh so hard she doubled over, and she didn't stop laughing for a while, so you just walked away and continued your search for the 2 super soldiers who were getting ripped into very soon. You turned a corner and they really thought they were fast enough, but you still saw Steve's leg disappear into a conference room.

You walked over there with feather-light steps - hanging out with Bucky and his assassin-like qualities has their pros - and you listen at the door, hearing them talk. ''Man, I still can't believe we did that, and she was naked, too...'' Bucky said, with a deep crimson color on his face. Steve knew damn well how he feels about you, so this reaction didn't surprise him, but he didn't feel good about what happened. ''We need to make it up to her, although I'm not sure I can look at her in the eyes ever again. Not after all this embarrassment...'' Steve said and it made you chuckle a little bit. While you were listening, you softly took the door of the conference room off its hinges. ''So, how does it feel to have your privacy invaded like that?'' you said casually as you put the door against the wall next to the opening you just created.

The pair was completely flabbergasted at what you just did, but mostly impressed about the fact that they didn't hear you when you were swiftly working. ''I... We're sorry, Y/N...'' Steve started, but you weren't interested in listening to either of them. ''No. Right now it's my turn to talk because I'm mad at what you did. I can live with the fact that you busted through my doors, but what I can't let go, is the fact that you didn't leave when I asked you to, but you were openly staring at me. I'm sorry, but that just doesn't sit right with me, and the pair of you made me feel uncomfortable. I am going to tell you right now that I'm not going to file a complaint against you guys, but I would like to have some space from you guys. I'm sorry,'' you say and you're no longer mad, right now it's mainly disappointment that is laced throughout your voice.

~ 2 months later ~

You haven't seen or spoken to Bucky and Steve much in the last two months, and in all honesty, you're missing both of them. You never meant for it to get this far, but they did cross a line you're not comfortable with being crossed. Invading your privacy isn't something you're all that fond of, but you have treated them like this for long enough. ''JARVIS, can you ask Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes to come by my bedroom? Do not let them in without my permission,'' you said to the AI. ''Of course, Agent Y/L/N, and it took less than 10 minutes before you heard a knock on the door. ''Y/N? Can we come in?'' you heard Bucky ask, and it kind of hurts that he didn't use your usual nickname, you missed the way it rolled off his tongue, and how warm and fuzzy it made you feel on the inside. ''Yes, come in,'' you said and the door unlocked before they slowly stepped in.

''You guys can come in now, you have my permission,'' you say with a bit of an annoyed undertone. The moment Bucky saw you he got a flush on his cheeks again, you were wearing your favorite outfit that he thought fit you so well, together with your glasses and a messy bun. It made you look like... well, you. ''Is everything okay, Buck? You look like you've seen a ghost,'' you ask and he suddenly snaps out of his daydream. ''Uh, yeah. Sorry,'' he says sheepishly and sits down on the couch in your room, Steve joining him shortly after. ''Well, there's a reason why I asked you here. I wanted to apologize for everything over the last 2 months, mainly my distance from both of you. Even though it was necessary for me, I still wanted to say I'm sorry,'' you told them, before getting up to give them both a hug. ''You're both forgiven - by me at least, Tony still doesn't like either of you for killing his door -, and I'd like to have my friends back now,'' you say with a grin on your face.

They both get up, and you each hug them, but they're so tall you barely reach their shoulders. ''Doll? Can I ask you something now that we're friends again?'' Bucky asked, and you smacked him in the chest. ''We were always friends, now we're best friends again tho,'' you tell him. ''And of course, you can!'' you say as you sit down next to him on the couch, Steve left your bedroom already. You sit down in a crosslegged position, facing Bucky, so he knows he has your undivided attention. ''I, uh... I have been wanting to ask you for advice... Dating advice to be precise...'' he asked when rubbing a hand along his neck, not sure how to tell you this. ''Oh, what's up?'' you ask, and you immediately think he's wanting to ask someone else out, why else would he ask you for dating advice?

''Well, I- I kind of haven't asked anyone out, since... you know, the 40's...'' he asked, his cheeks and neck turning a deep red color at this confession. ''So, I was hoping you have tips on how to ask someone out in the 21st century?'' he finished and he quickly looked away, the embarrassment becoming too much for him now. ''Well, I can only tell you what I know to be true for myself, so I'm not sure that the advice I give you will work on other girls,'' you say and you shrug your shoulders, turning yourself so you're with your back against the back of the couch. ''I like to be swept off my feet, but not by huge romantic gestures or anything. Sure, I like those too, but I find the small moments, small gifts, simple dates, and good conversation the most important when I'm dating someone,'' you tell him, your cheeks starting to burn now. ''I hope that makes sense...''

He makes a mental note of everything you tell him because he has been planning to finally ask you out for the last 2 months, but he didn't know how to do it. It sucked that he had to give you the feeling he was asking someone else out, but he hoped it would still work. ''Do women still like getting flowers, nowadays? Before a date?'' he asked, wondering if you like them or not. ''Yeah, of course! You can never go wrong with a bouquet in my opinion!'' you tell him with a smile, but a little sadness and disappointment is showing in your eyes. ''Okay, thank you so much doll,'' Bucky said before leaving, he was going to ask Steve to help him with everything you just told him, he wanted it to be perfect.

~ 3 weeks later ~

It has been three weeks since Bucky asked you for dating advice, and you're kind of wondering if it worked, even though you didn't want to get your heart broken if it did, and you'd find out he's seeing some girl now. Just when you were getting ready to shower, when your phone went off from the text you received.

Bucky: Hi doll, can you meet me on the roof tonight? I have to tell you something important. Around 9?

Y/N: Hey! Yeah, of course. Want me to bring snacks and beer?

Bucky: Sounds good. See you then!

Your mind was going a thousand miles a minute, wondering about everything he could want to tell you. The thing you're most afraid of is that he will tell you he's seeing someone else, and you're too late with confessing your feelings, which you were planning on doing soon actually. For now, you just wanted to shower and empty your brain from all thoughts, so you took an extra long one this time. You reflected on the last mission you went on and already thought about the next one coming up, and before you knew it nearly 45 minutes had passed. You got out of the shower and dried off, not bothering to put on any clothes besides your favorite set of light blue lingerie, it made you feel confident and you could use all the confidence you can get at this point.

When it was always time to go, you threw on a casual outfit together with your glasses, especially since Bucky accidentally let it slip a while back that he likes to see you with your glasses on. In all honesty, it did save you the hassle of putting your contacts in, and that is always a plus. Your hair was loose around your shoulders, finishing the look. When it is 8:50 you grabbed some of your favorite snacks and a six-pack of beer out of the fridge before walking to the elevator up to the roof. When you stepped out of the elevator you saw Bucky looking over the skyline, and the roof was decorated with fairy lights, a picnic blanket, and some soft pillows on the floor, and you saw some champagne glasses and a bottle of champagne in a cooler.

''Bucky...'' you say softly with a gasp when you see it, almost dropping the snacks when your hand goes to your mouth out of surprise. ''Hi doll,'' he said as he turned around, also wearing a casual outfit that fit him so well in all the right places, his hair in a half bun this time. He walked over to you, grabbing the beer and snacks and putting them down, before grabbing your hand and gently guiding you to the blanket and sitting you down. When you went to sit down you realized he had also gotten you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, finishing it all off for you. This is when the lightbulb in your head went off, he asked you for dating advice, so he could use it on you to create the perfect date. ''I-,'' is all he got out before you softly grabbed his face and placed a kiss on his lips, molding your lips to his with ease.

''I love you, Bucky, I have for as long as I can remember, and I'm so grateful you did all this for me...'' you say when you let him go, his eyes still closed and his cheeks feel warm under your hands because he got a flush down his neck and chest. ''I love you too, doll,'' he said before he kissed you too. ''Have been wanting to say that forever, and the 2 months I barely talked to you were killing me...'' he told you. You shifted and he grabbed you around your waist, softly guiding you to straddle his lap when he wraps his vibranium arm around your waist, his flesh hand cupping your cheek. ''Will you be my girlfriend?'' he asks and you nod enthusiastically. ''Yes Bucky, of course!'' you say, and he seals it with a kiss. The rest of the evening the two of you spent having a long make-out session, before making love under the stars until the sun rises again.

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I absolutely adore 'Sorry, I love You'! 💖💖💖 This isn't a request, but would you consider writing a chapter or something from Bucky's perspective from right after she left the first time? I just want to see people lay into his ass about how he's acting like a dumbass lol 😆 Thank you for sharing your writing with us all!!! 💖💖💖

I love the idea of y'all roasting the shit out of Bucky for being an idiot 🤣

I do have a future chapter that's written from Bucky’s POV and I think it mentions what he was up to while Reader was gone, but I don't think I wrote anything specific.

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My HC is that everyone was super pissy with Buck-o for quite a while.

Sam's constantly saying things like, "well, if Y/N were here," and, "why did she have to leave instead of you." "Shut up, Sam." "I'm just saying. I'd rather hang out with her than put up with your sulking."

Nat would constantly be glaring at him and giving him the silent treatment except during training. She'd be giving him shit while landing hard hits to very sensitive areas. "This is for Y/N," and just absolutely rockets her foot into Bucky's groin.

Steve tries to be supportive for his life-long friend, but sometimes he just gets so frustrated with Bucky. "Didn't you talk to your therapists about this? Why haven't you called Y/N to aplogize?" "I'll apologize when she's back, Steve. This isn't something to say over the phone." "... and if she doesn't come back? What would you do then?"

Wanda is younger and nicer than everyone else on the team, so she's not going to be outright rude or try to rock the boat. But Bucky notices that any food she prepares for the other Avengers have cute little smiley faces or fancy toothpicks holding it together but his are plain in comparison.

Tony just absolutely despises Bucky again at this point. Tony really saw you as his younger sister/surrogate daughter and it's all Bucky's fault that you're gone. FRIDAY is constantly locking Bucky out of his bedroom, blasting music at 3am right after he finally went to sleep, and the temperature is always super uncomfortable in his bedroom. Bucky has asked Tony if this was his doing, but Tony never responds.

Bruce, Thor, and T'Challa are away and don't know what's going on. They live on in ignorant bliss of Bucky's assholery.

Bucky finally has to set the record straight with everyone and tell them that he's been working on himself and he feels really really bad about how he treated you. He tells them that he's going to fix it and make everything right with you again. They believe him and lighten up a little. When they figure out that Natasha can't go on the undercover mission with Bucky, he's the first one to suggest bringing you back into the project. Everyone's a little hesitant about throwing you two together again after such a long time, but they're confident Bucky is going to come clean and talk to you.

... Unfortunately they don't realize just how stubborn you both are when it comes to your feelings. You've been burned before and don't want to be hurt again, and Bucky can't quite express himself the way he needs to in order to make you see him as you once did.

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[chloe-skywalker]

Press Complications - Bucky Barnes

Bucky x fem!reader

Warnings: none I don't think

Word count: 837

Summary: Prompts “I think your perfect. Even with all your flaws, you’re nothing but perfect.” “I will not apologize for surviving. I lived. O always lived. And I did my fucking best to keep everyone else alive to.”

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“Where’s everyone?” Bucky asked as he entered the main living area of the Avengers compound. There were a decent amount of people missing.

“Don’t know Buck.” Steve answered with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Pepper said something about the press.” Same spoke from his spot at the breakfast bar, eating a sandwich.

“The press has been after Nat and Y/n for months but last night they called an emergency meeting for the two.” Bruce explained to the confused group. Nat had to leave in the middle of the night to talk so he seemed to be the only one who knew so far.

Before anyone could say anything else Pepper Pots emerged from the elevator.

“Pep?” Steve said as a question, noticing Pepper took notice of the conversation. Hoping she could give them more.

Pepper sighed before comfiring. “He’s right. It was a private meeting between Tony, Nat, Y/n and myself.”

“What happened?” Bucky asked concerned about his new family and the girl he has a crush on.

“The press went public with something about Y/n’s past that were very private and very cruel. I don’t think she slept at all last night.” Pepper told them, further explaining the situation.

“Fucking bastards.” Sam scoffed in digust at the lengths the noisy pricks would go to.

“Langue.” Steve mumbled out not wanting anyone but Sam to hear him and get teased again. He still hasn’t lived down the last time.

“Tony says their back.” Pepper stated looking up from her phone at their friends as they entered the room, exiting the elevator. “How’s it go?”

“The press just gets worse with time.” Natasha stated shaking her head angrily.

Tony sighed, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a drink before standing next to Pepper. “We cleared the air and everything is fine now publicly, but some things said during the press conference to Y/n/n. They were-”

“Uncalled for. Rude. Disrespectful. I could go on.” Nat interrupted, fuming with anger.

“You okay?” Sam asked, looking concerned towards his Y/h/c-ed friend.

“There was this one asshole who wanted me to apologize…” Y/n shook her head shrugging her shoulders up. Letting out a deep breath, before looking at everyone and continuing. “I will not apologize for surviving. I lived. I always live. And I did my fucking best to keep eveyron eelse alive to.”

Y/n hated how just hearing what the reporter had said made her feel. Hearing her past, about the people she couldn’t save. She was trying not to let it show but she didn’t know how much longer she could hold it together.

“You shouldn’t and you don’t.” Pepper stated firmly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll have him fired in a matter of minutes.” Tony stated with a proud dark smirk. He was protective of Y/n, very protective. That asshole was not keeping his job.

“Thanks Tony.” Y/n smiled at the billionaire, finding it a little funny but also appreciating it. “I’m gonna go take a nap, I’m too exhausted from everything.”

She sent a wave and a small smile before heading down the hall to her room. Leaving everyone to their own devices. But Bucky watched her go and kept his eyes on the hallway for a while after. He knew she wasn't as fine as she was showing. Because he knows her.

So after a while of giving her space Bucky headed towards her room, not wanting her to be alone for to long knowing how she was probably feeling. So he waited about 15 minutes before knocking on her bedroom door.

“Hey, doll.” Bucky spoke once she opened the door.

“Bucky.” Y/n smiled at him but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“I just wanted to say.” he shifted on his feet nervously. Bucky had had a crush on her for awhile, and everyone was pretty sure that Y/n felt the same way. But right now he was concerned about how she was feeling emotionally. Bucky knew what she needed to hear right now. “I think your perfect. Even with all your flaws, you’re nothing but perfect.”

Y/n’s smile grew, not much but enough for Bucky to know she appreciated his statement. “Thank you Bucky.” She responded blushing.

“Your welcome, Doll.” Bucky replied with a soft smile and tinted cheeks from blushing also.

“You want to come in and watch some movies? I really need a nap but I don’t want to be alone right now. I could put on a movie.” Y/n offered softly, having a crush on him and not knowing exactly if he felt the same she was nervous he’d reject her offer.

“Sure. Of course Y/n/n.” Bucky smiled softly. Once Y/n opened the door wider, letting Bucky enter. Once he took off his shoes the two Avengers with horrible pasts got cozy in her bed. Y/n turned on a movie, it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep with the comfort of Bucky’s presence.

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[their-little-writer]

“Hey baby.. how are you doing..?”

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 Steve x little! Reader x winter solider/bucky         (cw: kidnapping, reader gets hurt, blood)(not proof read)

This wasn’t supposed to happen... The day was just supposed to be you, your papa and dada, and tons of games and moves... But that wasn't the case. Your caregivers left you out of there sight for only a minute... How could they have not notice anyone or hear them... and by the time they realized it had already been to late... Hydra had gotten to you.  

Bucky and Steve had tried to figure out how they knew where they were, how they didn't notice that you were silent for a little to long, or if you were hurt or not. Steve and Bucky tried to think of irrational ideas, searching the house for cameras, tracking devices, or anything that could of helped them find you. However panic and realization would soon sync in as they came upon a phone in a bag, this wasn't any phone though, it was a phone hydra gave the winter solider.  

Over the past couple of months the winter solider has been trying to sneak its way back more and more. It was only once a month at first, but once a month turned into 4 times a month, then once a week, and then 3 days a week.  No one knew why this was happening, Tony and Bruce had tried to figure out a reason of why he would be coming back so often but they couldn't come up with a reason.  

However, that is not the main focus right now. The main focus was to get you back home to them, safe and sound. Steve had called tony and told him the whole situation, tony slightly critized them for not being more cautious with you when the winter solider had been around more, even though he would get into that conversation more so later on he notified the rest of the group about the situation and so they all meet at the tower geared up and ready to go and save you.  

“Explained to me how this happened again.” tony said as him and the rest of the avengers 

“I don't know... me and buck went to go get something from outside while y/n was coloring in the living room... They were there and then they weren't... we were only gone for a minute or two...” Steve said, feeling guilty.  

“Hey, it's not your fault this happened?”   bucky said as he held Steves hand, which Steve gave a small nod in response as he held his hand still feeling on edge. 

They soon arrived at the hydra's place as they started to get ready for battle. Bucky looked out at the building, hating that he was back here and hating that you were here... you were in babydoll... You shouldn't have to be put through this... 

Steve gently grabbed his hand and squeezed it a little, giving him a small nod as the war started to begin as they fought their way inside. There were quite a few guards as the ran around and tried to find you.  

While bucky was fighting some of the guards he got the feeling “shit...” he muttered under his breath as he finished taking some of them down and talking over and covered his head with his hands, the winter slightly started to take over his head. “No..not now.. “ he muttered as he tried to not let him.  

Steve noticed as he finished fighting the guard he was and ran over to him “bucky.. Hey its ok.. Come on dont lose me now..” he said, but it was already to late. The winter solider was out, heavy breathing and cold blue eyes but..this was different.. This time it was like both bucky and the solider were present... the solider looked at cap before hearing tonys voice come up behind them “ we found y/n” he said as then the three of you proceeded to run towards he was.  

When they got to you, they stopped. Hydras leaders and about 100 guards were all in the room. Your legs and arms were trapped in the chair and you had duck tape covering your mouth, and tears running down your face. You were confused on why these men were here and why you weren't at home with you caregivers... 

“Well, well well.. Look at who it is” The leader said as he looked over at the others, eyeing bucky. “Look who returned after all this time...How are you solider?” he said in a snobbish voice  

“Cut the small talk, give y/n back.” Steve said as he looked at him 

“You know i am a reasonable man, so i will on one condition” he said with a grin  

“Whats that.” steve said  

“Give me my best solider back.” the leader said  

“Over my dead body” steve said.  

“Gladly.” the male said as he signaled his guards to attack.  

The moment he did the avengers started to fight with the guards, however bucky went directly for the leader. The fight was intense, with guards being kicked and slammed down, weapons being used, and lots of loud sounds and movements.  

It didnt take long for the leader and most of the other guards long to fall down. Everything was in 

the avengers favor as bucky got into an intense fight with a male. The male must have been as well trained as bucky because this wasnt an easy fight. It felt like a lifetime as they fight, bucky finally knocking the male down, or he thought.. As he went to free you the male had pulled out a secret gun he had in his pocket and shot it... 

Bucky looked around his body seeing where he got shot... but to his horror it wasnt him who got hurt... it was you... Bucky had seen that and his eyes widened... and fear and anger arose. Before he could do anything he saw steve and the others run over to help you.. Which meant he was left with the guard. There was no way of stopping what was going to happen next and the winter solider fully took over... once that happened and he saw he doll hurt there was no way of saving the male after that... the solider walked over and painfully fought him until he was no longer breathing.  

As he was hitting the man steve ran over to him “hey come on we need to get y/n to a hospital. “ he said. The solider nodded and went with steve back to the plane where the flew as fast as they could to the hospital.  

Soon they reached the hospital, where doctors took you in immediately. The crew stayed in the waiting room, hoping that you were going to be ok. You were in sugery for about 4 hours when the doctor came out and said that you made a full recovery. Relief washed over them as they carefully made there way to your room. Everyone went into the room to see you except... wheres bucky? Steve looked around for a moment before he walked out and went to find him in a nearby hallway. Bucky was sitting on the floor with his hands covering his head.   

Steve walked over to him and gently crouched down in front of him “hey buck..” he said softly as bucky looked up at him. There was a mixture of fear and sadness in his eyes, the winter solider not being near sight.  

“They got hurt...” he said quitely under his breath 

“I know.. But there ok now.. We can go see them..” he said softly  

“they got hurt because of me...i-i should have made sure he was down before...” bucky started to freak out a little as he was soon meet with a hug. “Baby none of this was your fault..” he said softly as bucky hugged him back. Steve gently held him for a moment as his hand went thre his hair “Its alright... there safe now...” 

Bucky calmed down as he took a few deep breaths. Steve gently let go as he looked at him “Are you ready to go see our baby..?” he asked. Bucky nodded and went with steve to the room where you were in.  

You were in the room with a blanket on you and still out from the surgery. Bucky and Steve walked in and stay with you. It starts to get late and tony as well as the others went out to go and bring back food. While they left steve and bucky stayed with you the whole time. You laid in the hospital bed, slowly starting to wake up, trying to clear you eyes so you could see  

“M..mm?” you said softly as you looked around  

“Hey baby.. How are you doing..?” bucky asked as he held your hand and gently rubbed it with his thumb  

“Mm.. Hurt...where are wes..?” you asked as you didnt reconize the room you were in  

“Some bad people came and got you for a little bit.... while me and dada were trying to save you, you got hurt..” steve said as he sat beside u in a chair  

“oh..” you say quitely  

“Dont worry though.. Me and papa will never let that happen to you ever again..” bucky said softly as you nodded  

“tan m go home..?”  you asked, “No sweetheart not yet... the doctors gotta make sure your ok for a couple days.. But then you can come home i promise..” steve said  

You nodded softly as you saw the tv. Steve noticed and smiled softly “do you wanna watch cartoons pumpkin?” he asked in which u nod.  

Steve turned on the cartoons for you and while he did tony and the others returned with the food.You all ate together and watched cartoons, and after that night they all swore they would never let you out of there sight again..(or tried there best not to let you-) because as it was known you were there little.. And papa steve and dada buckys baby. Nothing bad would ever happen to you again...  

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[nicolefaw-blog1]

Paintball Bucky Barnes

It was uncommon for the Avengers as a group to have no missions during the week, let alone a whole weekend of no missions, no paperwork, and only basic training. Taking advantage of that were you and your boyfriend Bucky. You were both currently laid in your bed enjoying the peace and making use of the soundproofing. After another round testing the soundproofing (at this point you weren't sure how many rounds you'd gone) your cuddling was interrupted by JARVIS making an announcement.

"MR Stark is requesting all avengers in the meeting room as soon as possible"

You rolled your eyes, knowing Bucky was probably thinking the same thing... You knew this was too good to be true, a weekend with no missions, impossible. Begrudgingly you and Bucky slowly got out of bed and got dressed. As Bucky went to walk out of your room he stopped suddenly noticing you weren't following. Turning with a smirk he gestured to you, "Come on doll we need to go see what Tony wants."

You looked down for a second before looking at him, opening your arms and making grabby hands. He smirked again and let out a little chuckle. "Do you need something doll?"

Rolling your eyes you replied. "You know I do buck, we don't all recover that fast."

Laughing at you as he came closer he whispered in your ear. "Oh i know doll very well, but you did soooo good at keeping up beautiful." With that he picked you up and walked out, towards the meeting room.

As you entered the meeting room most pairs of eyes turned to you two. Ignoring them you directed Bucky to where you wanted him to sit, knowing you weren't gonna be leaving his lap anytime soon. Hearing you enter Tony turned from where him and Steve were talking at the front to address the whole team.

"Hello everyone. As you all know we have not had anything to do this weekend so i have decided that we are going to do something as a team...." He paused as there was a collective groan from the team. "Before any of you object, I think you will all enjoy it as I've decided that.... we... are going....... PAINT BALLING."

AN HOUR LATER

You watched as the team finished gearing up and paired off. You had already decided you were with Bucky and were confident you were going to win, I mean a former hydra agent and the 'winter soldier' what could go wrong. You had been Hydra's best team after all. The rules were simple, no powers or suits, the last pair standing wins. You were given 10 minutes to find your starting positions and discuss strategy. When the whistle blew you all ran off in different directions.

As the game progressed, you and Bucky having eliminated your fair few of players, you knew you had to find Natasha, she was after all probably your biggest competition. You scouted the area looking high and low knowing she was defiantly hidden away somewhere just watching. Unfortunately for Natasha you and Bucky were just that little bit better as a team. Before you could find her you saw Tony approaching your current hiding spot. You rolled your eyes, how he was still in this game you didn't know. Suddenly you jumped up from your spot taking Tony by surprise as you quickly shot him in the head. You didn't have time to celebrate as suddenly Bucky jumped up from where he was hiding. You turned to see him walking towards you, with an unhappy Natasha following behind. He'd found her, you'd won.

You jumped into his arms smiling before the four of you walked back towards the rest of the team. When you finally reached the team they all looked a little worn out but like they had enjoyed themselves. You were glad Tony had suggested this. You suddenly stopped walking, causing Bucky to walk into you.

"Whats Wrong doll?"

Without saying anything you turned to look at Bucky with a smirk on you face. Before he could react in anyway you pulled him down into a kiss. He dropped his paintball gun and pulled you in by your waist. The kiss lasted until the need for oxygen was too strong, instead of pulling away you lent back slightly grinning again. Before Bucky can register what is happening, he feels paint splat on his clothes. Pulling away completely you laugh and walk away, leaving your boyfriend in shock.

Bucky looks down at his clothes then back at your retreating form. "Your gonna regret that doll."

You just smirked and walked away, you were defiantly in for it now.

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[demonsandmischief]

-Chapter 7: The Avengers Therapist-

Bisexual Female Reader x The Avengers

Rated M for eventual sexual themes

1.4K Words

My Masterlist for other chapters. Please read disclaimer in Ch. 1

You turned on the lamp to your apartment, jumping when you noticed the small figure on your couch.

"Jeez, Wanda," you said. "How did you get in here?"

She flicked her wrist, revealing a short red spark that disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Tony gave me a key," she said, standing up. "How's your new job?"

"It's good," you said, washing your hands. "It's a non-profit for children. It's different from what I've done before."

Wanda nodded.

"How's therapy?"

"It's not for me."

She must've seen the look on your face because she sighed. "That doesn't mean I'm not still trying. I am, but I'm not comfortable with her, not like I am with you."

You smiled. "I'm always here to listen and help, unofficially of course. Besides, your evaluations are over now, right?"

"They were today," she murmured. "They still make us do a three week session after. We won't know what they decide until next week."

"How did it go?" you asked gently. Wanda stepped closer to you. You were backed into your kitchen island, but you didn't mind the lack of space.

"Horrible," she whispered. "I'm so tired of people prying in my life, acting like they understand. We've been scrutinized for so long. I just want to become invisible."

"Wanda," you tried to soothe, reaching up to cup her cheek. "I'm sorry. I can't imagine how that feels."

"I think everyone else feels the same way," she mumbled. "I was hoping you would come back with me for the weekend."

"I haven't really heard from anybody since that night you all slept over," you admitted, dropping your hand. "I just assumed since I rejected the offer to come back that you all were done with me."

"That's not true," she whispered. "I don't think any of us communicate very well, and I guess I could have done better-"

"It's okay," you eased, not wanting her to take the blame. "I could've reached out myself. I just got really busy."

Wanda dropped her head, and your breath caught in your throat. Her lips brushed against your cheek, dangerously close to your lips.

She backed off, flashing you an innocent smile. "Maybe we could pick up some cupcakes on the way back to cheer everyone up."

You didn't take her as the teasing type, but you were wrong. There wasn't a single Avenger that wasn't a tease, except maybe Steve, but you knew you hadn't unlocked that side yet.

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"Look who I found," Wanda announced as you both entered the main area of the compound. Everyone was gathered around the table, eating, looking pretty glum and exhausted. Tony was the only one not there.

Steve's features immediately brightened. "YN. You're back."

"I thought I would crash here for the weekend," you said, giving a tentative smile.

You didn't expect Bucky to be the one to stand up, pulling you to his chest in a tight embrace, and though he didn't say anything, you felt what he was conveying.

"I missed you, too, Buck," you whispered, muffled by his t-shirt, comforted by his familiar smell.

"Nasha solnyshka," Natasha said quietly with an endearing smile gracing her lips. She took a plate, filling it to the brim. "Come, eat."

You took the seat next to her with Wanda on the other end. The table was bigger than you remembered.

"What did you say?" you asked her.

"You're our little ray of sunshine," she said sincerely. "Sam cooked tonight. It's very good."

"I tried something new," Sam said. "It was my mom's recipe for my sister and I when we got sick."

"Today didn't go so well, did it?" you asked the whole table.

"It wasn't just today," Steve answered. "The last two weeks have been pure hell. They needed a lot of information at such short notice. We were meeting nearly everyday on top of all of our other work."

"I'm sorry," you said. You felt guilty for all of their suffering. Maybe if you had just stayed on-

"It's not your fault," Clint said next to you. He extended his arm over the back of your chair. "Not one bit."

"Besides," Nat added. "You are right. There's something special here, and we don't want to be limited by some contract."

You smiled.

Sam's food was delicious, as it always is.

Afterwards, you helped clean up the kitchen. Someone mentioned board games and hot chocolate, and you decided to find Tony while they set things up.

Tony was in his lab, of course.

"Woah," you mumbled as you entered. The place was a mess, but besides that, you had never been up close to an Iron Man suit before. There were so many mechanical stations set up. There were some machines doing different things, and Tony was right in the middle of it.

"I'm guessing this is what your brain looks like," you teased, dragging a stool next to him.

"Don't try to psycho-analyze me, doc," he teased back, dropping his intense concentration to focus on you.

You eyed the plate full of food sitting next to him.

"You didn't eat."

"I didn't feel up to it," he shrugged. He gave you a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, though. Today was rough, for all of us, but I've got this new feature for the suit I've been working on, and I can't do anything else until I get it done."

"Okay," you nodded. You took in his scruffy look. He was relaxed in his element. "Take a break and come play board games with us?"

He looked like he was going to say no, but you pouted a bit.

"I know for a fact that look works on Steve," he said.

"So far, I think it's worked on everyone," you grinned. "Including you."

He rolled his eyes, before his features softened. "I'm glad you're here. We've all missed having you around. I heard you got a new job. Congrats."

"Thank you," you said. "It's actually quite a commute from my apartment, but it's closer to here." You threw that last part in to see his reaction, and you weren't disappointed.

"You're still considering staying here?" he asked. His features were all lit up. He reached up to brush his knuckles across your cheek.

You whispered, "Of course. As long as the offer is still open."

"Anytime. This is your home now, too." He stood up, pressing his lips to your forehead.

You followed him up the stairs.

"Can I try on the suit?" you asked.

"Definitely not."

"What about the blasty hand thingys?"

He turned to give you a skeptical look. "I heard what you did with Barton's arrow."

"Maybe you would be a better teacher," you said just as you made it upstairs, and just as Clint walked by.

"Ouch," Clint said, giving you a fake hurt look. You muffled your laugh behind your hand.

Wanda, Nat, Steve, Sam and Bucky looked to be in the midst of a very intense game of Uno.

"Draw four," Sam told Bucky.

"Why do you have so many of those?" Bucky grumbled.

"I want in," Tony said, joining their circle.

"You have to wait. I'm getting ready to win," Nat said, placing down a red six and shouting Uno before anyone else could call her out on it.

You took a seat on the couch behind them, amused by their antics.

"Here," Clint said, handing you a steaming mug of hot chocolate.

You smiled in thanks. "Why aren't you playing?"

"Because Clint makes the best hot chocolate," Wanda answered.

"That's right," Clint nodded. "I have a secret ingredient."

"It's chocolate syrup," Wanda whispered to you.

"Apparently, the word secret means nothing to you."

"Everybody knows it, Clint," Nat said, taking a card from the stack with a huff.

Sam called Uno. It looked like Bucky could barely see all of his cards because he had so many. Steve seemed to be in deep concentration.

You glanced at the stack of board games. There were several to choose from, and they were all good ones like Monopoly, Sorry, Headbands, and Clue. You tried to pinpoint which of the Avengers would be the type to have them, and you narrowed it down to Sam or Clint.

------------------Author's Note-------------------------

Being with them felt good. You could be yourself. You were exactly right where you needed to be.

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Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Easy read smut.🔞 Fluff in the end.

It was laundry day at the Avenger's compound. This was clearly evident by the man once known as the notorious Winter Soldier sat on the sofa wearing sweatpants with a hole in the knee and a pink My Little Pony t-shirt that Tony had bought him as a joke about his long flowing mane. Bucky had had his hair cut within a week.

Sam was sat next to him wearing a similar bottom of the barrel outfit. They didn't even notice you enter the room as they were too glued to their video game. You had decided to go do your laundry when they had put it on, despite their half hearted offer for you to join them. They tried to be polite and hide it but you knew it bugged them no end that you were effortlessly better than them at it.

"I only have half a load of whites. Don't think am going to make a habit of doing your laundry but do you have anything else I can throw in?" You had the laundry basket balanced on your hip. Your Hello Kitty short shorts and vest top on full display.

Sam answered with a quick "No, thanks!" while leaning forward on the sofa as his match became more intense.

Bucky, who had already lost and was reclining in his seat, sat up sharply. His eyes swept up you figure before meeting yours. "I might. Let me go check." He stood, passing unnecessarily close to you before walking off in the direction of his room.

You stood in the utility room sorting your laundry and thinking about Bucky moving passed you. You could practically feel the heat radiating from his body. He always smelled so good. Even in the stolen moments after a mission, when you both were covered in sweat and dirt. When his body would be pressed into yours as he took you roughly. The both of you using up the excess adrenaline in your systems. Since the pandemic things were quiet on the mission front. Who knew even the bad guys would take the precautions seriously? There was no excuse for you and Bucky to sneak off for a little 'stress relief'. You missed his touch but if you admitted that you'd have to talk about that fact that it wasn't just his touch that you missed. You missed him dropping his defences. You missed the sweet words he'd whisper in your ear in languages he didn't think you understood. You missed him.

You were jarred out of your thoughts by the sound of the door opening behind you. In the reflection of the metal splash back of the sink you saw Bucky enter the room and closed the door.

"Hey Buck." you called over your shoulder as you carried on with your work. Suddenly, you felt a hand grip the base of your ponytail. Bucky used it as leveraged to pull you flush against him.

"Don't you 'Hey Buck' me." He voice was low, his words were almost a growl. Maybe you should have been scared, you weren't, you knew Bucky wouldn't hurt you. You did grab at him instinctively to get him off you. His lower body pinned yours to the counter. He quickly grabbed your hands, held them both in his metal hand and return his other hand to your hair. He then pushed you forward until your upper body was pressed fully into the counter. The both of you knew that you were trained well enough to get out of his hold easily. If you wanted to that is.

He leaned over you. "You think you can just say 'Hey Buck' and act all innocent after what you've done?" Before you could ask what he meant by that he stood up. He released his hold on your hair and placed his free hand on your hip. He widened his stance to drop his hips level with yours. He pulled you back as he pressed his hardened length against your ass. You moaned at the feeling as well as the memory of what he could do with it.

"You think you can go getting me this hard and not do anything about it, doll?" His voice was strained with the effort of holding back from fucking you right that second.

"In my day women had more respect, they didn't go around showing off their assets, getting men all worked up." The part of your brain that would have called him on that misogynistic bullshit had seemingly taken leave of it senses along with the rest of your brain. All you could think about was him.

"What do you want me to do for you, Sarge?" you asked as innocently as possible. You felt his dick twitch at the nickname.

"You're going to be a good girl and let me used this pretty pussy to work my cock until I come." It was the first time Bucky had ever said something dirty, in English anyway. It had you practically dripping. He pulled your little shorts down and off your legs. His sweatpants quickly followed. He took his length in his hand ran it up and down your folds he hissed at the contact. You groaned every time his thick head brushed your clit. After a few more passes he finally lined himself up with your entrance. You both moaned loudly as he slipped the tip in.

Your pussy clenched around him, desperately wanting more. "Oh fuck, you're so wet. What's got you like this, huh?"

You could hear the smirk on his face as he spoke. In one smooth thrust he slid inside completely. You let out a silence scream and your knees gave way as he hit that spot deep inside. Wrapping his metal arm around your waist he took your weight and hoisted you up. He grasped your throat, tilted your head back to gain free access to all the spots he knew you loved to have kissed. As he worked his way down from that spot behind your ear to the junction of your neck and shoulders his thrusts were shallow and slow. He gripped your hips and leaned his body back to allow him to thrust deeper. You gripped the counter to keep yourself steady.

Considering all his big talk about just using you to get himself off, he seemed to be taking his time about it. You wonder for a moment if he had missed you just as much as you missed him. You thought about what it would be like to go on dates with him, to be able to touch him whenever you like, to call him yours. You trembled as your orgasm washed over you. Bucky groaned as he felt you come around him. In a flurry of movement Bucky pulled out of you, turned you to face him, picked you up and buried himself inside you again.

"I don't remember saying you could come." He spat as he drove into you hard and fast. All you could do was wrap your legs around him and hold on to him. You could feel every one of his muscles moving against you. You wanted nothing more than to run your hands over them but with the force Bucky was pounding into you letting go wasn't a wise move. When he finally started to falter you managed to loosen your grip. Moving back, you got a look as his face, contorted in pleasure. He was so beautiful. At that moment he opened his eyes. You both looked at each other. Despite being completely naked together, exploring every inch of each other's bodies, you had never been this intimate. Staring straight into your eyes, he moved forward and rested you gently on the counter top. His fingers threaded back into your hair as his hand gently cupped you face. He kissed you softly, his tongue rolled against yours. He'd stopped thrusting completely, content to just stay sheathed completely in your warmth. He kissed you gently, slowly, thoroughly for a long time before slowly beginning to thrust inside you again. This time his thrusts were shallow and rhythmic. He trailed his flesh hand down from your face, skimming his finger tips lightly over your nipple before slipping them between your folds and circling your clit. You moaned into his mouth as another orgasm began to build inside you. He stopped kissing you to catch his breath but kept his mouth hovering over yours. As you both neared climax, you moaned in unison. He pressed kisses to you lips, face and every bit of skin he could reach. He groaned deeply as he came. He continued to rub you clit until you came long and hard around his softening length. You both stopped dead when you heard a noise in the hallway. You tried to slow your breathing right down as Sam knocked on the door.

"Hey Y/N, when you're done doing laundry, Rhodes needs to talk to you." As Sam spoke both of you stayed as still as possible.

"Ok Sam. I'll be right there." You let out a sigh of relief as Sam's shadow moved under the door. You press a small triumphant kiss to Bucky's lips as he smiled.

"Oh and Y/N? Tell 'Laundry' Rhodes wants to speak to him too." Bucky hung his head as he realized he was never going to hear the end of this. You laughed as you jumped down to pick up your discarded clothes.

"Hey Buck, you didn't used to believe that shit about women dressing modestly did you?"

He chuckled as he put his sweatpants on. "No. I just figured since we usually only hook up when we're pissed off. I better keep you angry." You finished fixing your clothes back in place. "Maybe next time you want to hook up, you could use a more conventional method like buying me coffee?"

He half smiled at you. "Like a date?"

You wrapped your arms around his neck. "Exactly. You got a problem with that?" You sassed.

He wrapped his arms around your waist holding you close. "No, ma'am." He beamed at you, leaning in.

Before his lips could meet yours Sam banged on the door again. "Hey Laundry, don't even think about putting another load in, we've got to go."

Bucky slumped his shoulders in defeat. "I hate him."

You opened the door in time to catch Sam laughing loudly as he walked away.

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Alone Together

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: It was always been you and Bucky, alone together, you'd say. But suddenly, you're just alone. All you have is yourself. A you that you hate. When those people died because of you, you throw yourself back in. When you find out about Sharon and Bucky, you have the game. It's a good game, you tell yourself. You're always winning. You're perfect at it. It's all a game to you - you've convinced yourself that you'll be happy once you win. That is, until you lose.

Trigger/Content Warnings: Eating Disorder Relapse, Eating Disorder Recovery, Vomiting (non-graphic), Suicide Ideation (not acted upon)

"Where is she?" Bucky demands, eyes frantically searching the MedBay were Steve told him you were.

Steve sighs, arms crossed, upset that they let you go when you were very clearly unwell. They said you were just dehydrated, a little malnourished.

You lied and said you were sick last week, when you and Steve both knew that you were perfectly fine last week. "They cleared her. She took off the second they told her she was good to go."

Bucky sighs in relief. "So she's okay?"

"Okay?" Steve scoffs. "No, she's not okay. She's so far from okay. She collapsed in the middle of a mission. That's not okay!"

"So what happened then, Steve?" Bucky urges.

Steve exhales in frustration. The two of you were friends, good friends even, but he never really knew how to get through to you. Not when you were like this. Heck, he'd never even seen you like this. "I don't know- I-I think she's doing it again."

"She isn't. I would have noticed."

"Would you notice? You've been a little...preoccupied lately."

"Don't start, Steve."

He shrugs in innocence, "I'm not. I'm really not, but she's pulled away. When she's here, she's training - harder than any of the rest of us. She's not even developing her powers, she's physically training. You can see it, Bucky. Her uniform doesn't even fit her anymore, she was an hour late for the mission, she locked us all out of her room. She's doing it again."

"No, she's not! I would know!"

Now, Steve's getting mad, he sees your self-destructive behavior and the way you're tearing yourself apart. It hurts him to see his friend like that. "And I'm telling you that you wouldn't have! You know firsthand how good she is at hiding what she needs to hide. You're never even here! You can't see anything past you and Sharon!"

"Is that what this is about? Another lecture about me and Sharon? I don't need this."

Steve takes a deep, semi-calming breath, desperately trying to deescalate the situation. If only because the two of them fighting isn't going to help you. "I'm not lecturing you about Sharon, I'm telling you that you're being a bad friend right now. And right now, our friend needs you." Bucky huffs in frustration but waits for Steve to continue. "Since that mission - she took it hard those people dying. If you hadn't noticed, she's been really struggling lately. I haven't seen her outside her room in months."

"That was months ago, Steve, I talked to her, she was fine," Bucky says, simultaneously trying to convince himself and Steve. He knows that you two hadn't spoken, really spoken, in months. And he knew he was mostly to blame for that.

"Are you sure about that?"

Bucky scoffs, "Piss off, Steve, I'm sure."

"Well, Tony's pissed, he's benching her until further notice."

"Tony can go to hell," Bucky mutters, turning on his heels to go and find you.

Steve grabs his arm to stop him before he can leave. "She needs your help, Buck. You know she'll listen to you."

"I know. I'll talk to her."

--

He finds you at an empty, dreary Coney Island.

You talked about this place a lot when you were at HYDRA.

How you'd always wanted to come here, but your parents never allowed you anywhere near the general population.

They kept you locked away until HYDRA took you. He'd tell you stories about how much fun he and Steve had here as kids and you hung on to every word he said.

He promised you he'd take you when you both escaped. You two did a lot when you escaped, somehow this wasn't one of them.

The park is empty, desolate.

It's eerie with no one here, but for some reason he knows you're here. 

When he finds you, he immediately knows that he was wrong.

You're doing it again, you're playing your game and from the looks of it, you've been doing it for a while.

He watches you for a minute, you're doing that thing again. You take your hand with your middle finger and thumb pulled together to form circle, then you wrap that circle around your wrist.

He hasn't seen you do it since your shared HYDRA days.

--

You're in a cell. It's dark and cold. You're terrified, unsure of why they brought you here. And then you see the shadowy figure in the cell across from you.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks in a hushed, whispered tone. 

"Where are we?" you ask, still groggy from whatever sedative they jabbed into your neck.

"I don't know."

"Well, who are you?"

"I don't know."

A few days pass, Bucky doesn't go back in the ice thing anymore. They're keeping him in the cell in front of you. You know the only reason the man talks to you is because you're the only other person here.

"Why'd they bring you here?" he quietly questions.

"I, uh, had abilities as a kid. My parent said I was a monster. They handed me over to the first person that offered to help me control my abilities. I've been here a while, they just moved me here, something about nicer accommodations," you joke, though it lacks any real humor. "What about you?"

"I-I don't know."

"You say that a lot," you try joking again, but then it's all silent. "You know, since we're the only ones here. I think I need to give you a name. What about Buddy?"

"Buddy?"

"Well, you're my friend, aren't you?"

"Sure," he tiredly chuckles.

"Buddy, it is."

You're not sure how much time passed, how many experiments you've gone through, all with varying degrees of success.

But it's been a very long time.

And 'Buddy' is the only thing keeping you sane. You talk to each other a lot, he's apparently been alive for a few decades, but he doesn't look it.

You've been with HYDRA since you were 16, and you spent five years in a different base before they moved you here. You find that you've got a lot in common, other than the fact that you're both held captive here. 

You two keep each other alive.

You always offer Bucky your food, they give him just enough so he doesn't starve but never anything more.

You don't tell him this, but you're used to not eating, it doesn't bother you.

He rarely takes the food except when you use your telepathy to float the food over to him. He hates when you do that, but you know he needs it more than you do.

And he... well he talks to you.

They don't let you outside the cell, you haven't seen the sun since you arrived. When they let 'Buddy' out he tells you everything. He reminds you about the outside, about the weather, about anything. Anything to remind you to hold on. 

Experiment after grueling experiment, he's there.

When you were crying in the middle of the night about the suffocating loneliness, about being alone and abandoned, he corrects you, 'alone together'.

And you lived by that now

It kept it all bearable. 

The day they brought him back from the mission where he encountered Steve - he's hurt. More hurt than normal.

His face is a bloody mess, he's practically dragged back into his cell. You're not sure if it's because of the actual mission or punishment for the mission and you don't ask.

You've been practicing on the locks, turning the gears until you can get them open. Sometimes it works, on those nights you and 'Buddy' make plans to leave.

They're pretty good plans. Your abilities are getting stronger, you feel sure that the two of you can do this. You're both strong, capable of escaping.

You focus on the lock all your energy and capabilities on the lock, feeling the desperate urge to get to him, to be there even if you really can't help him. 

It's a risk you two normally don't take during daylight, but he needs you right now. You manage to get both locks opened and then you're hovering over his crumpled body, trying to figure out how to help your friend.

"What are you doing? Get out of here before they see you."

"You're hurt. Just let me help you, I can help you."

"No, they'll see you. Get out," he weakly argues.

"No, it's going to be okay-"

"Well, what do we have here?" A menacing voice appears from behind you. You freeze, blood running cold. "I think it's time to try that serum again. It might inspire you to behave."

You're fighting against strong arms that are pulling you away from your friend. "No! Please - he needs help."

Bucky's up now, sluggishly fighting to stand. "You can't. You almost killed her last time."

"Well, you know the saying: if at first you don't succeed, try, try again."

You're dragged out of the cell and that's really the last thing you remember. The only thing that's clear after that is pain. The most excruciating pain known to man. You will your heart to stop. For it all to stop, but it never does. It's an immeasurable amount of time in complete agony.

All Bucky hears for days is your screams, you sob, beg, plead.

When you return, you're not conscious.

In fact, at first Bucky's pretty sure you're dead and they're leaving your body there as a message.

But then he hears your ragged breathing, it's slow, labored. But you're alive.

In that moment, Bucky swears to you that he'll get you out.

He swears he'll never let another bad thing happen to you.

He has a friend on the outside he tells you - Bucky doesn't remember him well, but Steve seemed so sure. The two of you can find him, even if Bucky is arrested, you'll be free from this hellhole.

It's days before you're able to do anything except lie there and breathe. They haven't even brought you any food - just dirty buckets of water.

Bucky pleads with you to wake up, but you're so far gone that you barely hear him.

Before you're even able to sit up, you unlock the doors again. It's never been that easy before, which frightens Bucky. They've done something to you and this time it worked.

But he doesn't hesitate to scramble to your crumpled figure. 

When you finally recover, Bucky tells you it's time to go. You feel your powers thrumming in your veins - it's a new feeling. It doesn't feel like the old passive energy that flowed through you- this is chaotic, destructive.

With a flick of your hand, you wipe out dozens of soldiers blocking your escape. It scares you, but you don't hesitate to leave with Bucky in tow. 

After that it's all a blur, you and Bucky alone together, finally escaped the place that almost killed the two of you.

Two troubled souls on the run from a lot of people. You're both weak from your respective beatings, but you take turns keeping each other motivated. You trek for a long time. On the way, you hear flickers of voices in your head that don't belong to you. You shake them off each time. 

And when you finally make it to a city you two can hide out in, something happens.

Voices, so many voices in your head.

They're all screaming at you, saying different things.

It's too much, you double over in pain, clutching your head.  You beg your friend to make it stop.

Bucky's frantically searching you up and down, trying to figure out what's wrong, preferably before you attract too much attention. He drags into an abandoned building where he can figure out how to fix you.

"I need you to focus, Doll. Focus on my voice." You try, but it's all so loud. "Just relax. Deep breaths, just focus on my voice. I forgot to tell you, I know my name now, it's Bucky. You weren't too far off, Doll."

You're not sure how long it takes, how long you writhe in agony, but the voices soften and eventually fall silent as you focus on Bucky. You're resting your head on his lap, while he gently strokes your head. "What do we do now?"

"I don't know," you whisper, finally calmed down enough to speak.

"You don't know what?"

"You just asked me what we're going to do now?"

"No, I didn't," he says, out loud. Then, he pointedly thinks, "Are you in my head?" 

"I think I am," you reply, sitting up and staring at Bucky in abject horror. "I think that's what all those voice are."

It takes months and it's incredibly difficult to control, particularly being that you're both on the run, but with Bucky's help you're able to get ahold of your enhanced abilities.

Most of the time, you can shut out the voices, which is an incredible relief to you both.

It's in between all the chaos and tumult that comes with being two fugitives, that Bucky notices that you hardly eat and when you do, it's not enough.

It wasn't until one night when he burst into your room and caught you sneaking rancid food out.

And you catch him screaming in the middle of the night or wandering the halls when he's supposed to be sleeping.

Alone together, you remind each other.

You help him with his nightmares, sometimes even sleeping in the same bed.  

Bucky makes you eat every single meal with him.  He even checks your room every once in a while, but you think eating with you is what helps the most.

Every meal, every day, no matter what.

He doesn't just watch you like you're a strange case study, he brings back a happiness you'd long disassociated with food. You joke together, talk, you lived in the moment together. 

It takes your mind off of your rocky relationship with food.

You feel comfortable enough to explain how some foods just don't feel safe, how eating sometimes repulses you.

How you've dealt with this since you were a kid.

Your parents hated you, they were disgusted by you, so you strived for unattainable levels of perfection in every part of your life. You even explain the inexplicable game. You explain to him and he understands without a trace of judgement.

Even when you two lived in Wakanda, at the Compound, every meal was together. Until it wasn't.

Then one day when you're both living at the compound as Avengers, Bucky doesn't show up.

He's normally very strict with your routine, every day like clockwork. 7 AM, 1 PM, 7 PM, those are your meal times.

By 2 PM, you're frantic, worried that something happened to Bucky, but then Steve casually walks in and apologizes for being late.

'Late for what?' you ask, feeling a sick, twisting sensation build in your stomach. 

He explains how Bucky told him to make sure you ate, to eat with you in fact.

You liked Steve just fine, you could even consider him a friend, but he wasn't Bucky. It was embarrassing that he told Steve without asking you if it was okay. Like you were a chore to be passed around.

And suddenly, you were always eating with Steve. You have trouble explaining it to Steve, you water it down enough so he understands, but it's different. Steve interjects with advice, with anecdotes, with talks about discipline. You don't take it to heart, knowing that Steve has good intentions.

Then, other people started stepping in when Steve couldn't be there, you find yourself dismissing them, saying it wasn't important, that they could go on about their day.

Tony's the one who sets you up with FRIDAY monitoring and reminders, as though the real problem is that you forget to eat every now and then. You don't blame him for the misunderstanding, but you don't correct him either.

You're embarrassed that people don't think you're perfect. You eat alone all the time after that. 

And then you're just alone.

All you have is yourself - a you that you hate.

When those people died because of you- you throw yourself back in.

When you find out about Sharon and Bucky, you have the game.

It's a good game, you tell yourself.

You're always winning. You're perfect at it. It makes you beautiful - maybe one day you'll be beautiful enough for someone else.

Maybe one day you'll be perfect.

--

It's all a game to you - you've convinced yourself that you'll be happy once the circle closes.

That's not what makes him so sure, it's the look on your face. It's sunken in, your skin tone has a sickly gray undertone.

It's the look of absolute despair when your tiny hand doesn't wrap around your wrist.

The park is completely empty. He knows you're the one moving the carousel and Ferris Wheel. He also knows with how little energy you have, you shouldn't be using your abilities.

"I thought I'd find you here."

You instantly drop your hand like a kid with their hand caught in the cookie jar. "Hey, Bucky."

"Hey, yourself."

He comes and sits next to you. He looks down and see his old, faded sweater in your lap. You've held onto it for so long.

"Here," you hand the hoodie that you've been clutching like a lifeline back to him. It breaks your heart but neither him nor that hoodie are yours to keep. "I should give this back to you- I finally got all the sand out."

You think back to the night on the beach, when everything was still perfect.

--

You were both pretty sure you were not allowed to be here, but neither of you care.

You're both free, you're not on the run.

It's a good life as far as you're concerned.

You could stay in this moment forever.

You're in the midst of fits of giggle and jokes that no one else would ever laugh at.

In between kicking sand at each other and building castles, there's not a care in between the two of you- a rare feat.

Then you're doing impressions of your fellow teammates. Bucky's really good at his Tony impression, while you've mastered Thor.

You're laying down on the sand, you're wearing Bucky's hoodie after he saw that you were getting cold. You two drove far enough away that you can actually make out the stars, Bucky's pointing out the stars and you're hanging onto his every word.

Then he turns to you. And stares at you for a minute too long. 

"What?" you giggle, feeling pricks of self-consciousness brewing in your head. "Do I have something on my face?"

"No, I just think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

"Shut up," you laugh, pushing his shoulder away. 

"It's true. I'll even let you look in my head. Go ahead."

The way he closes his eyes and scrunches his nose, makes you laugh. 

"Okay, one, you don't 'let me'. I keep everyone out, including you. If I wanted to I don't think there's really anything anyone could do, except maybe Wanda. And two, I know I'm not. I've seen the girls you hang around, I'm definitely not..." you trail off, because the way he looked at you, the awe-filled, tender look in his eye, it made you feel beautiful. 

"You are," he whispers. "And you don't even know it."

And your phones ruin the moment you thought you were having. 

Just a few days later, you see something that makes your heart break.

You turn the corner into the training room and you see Bucky and Sharon, kissing.

And it makes you hate yourself.

For so many reasons.

For one, you instantly start comparing yourself to her. She's taller than you, thinner, more statuesque. You fight the urge to continue down that path - it never leads to anything good.

Another reason, you start to hate Sharon.

You become a person that you loathe. You used to like Sharon, she's kind, smart, she seemed like an overall nice person. She made Bucky happy. And now you're silently cutting her down every chance you get. Like doing that will make him want you instead. You were never that person and now you are. 

And when they become an official item, she's around all the time.

You can't seem to escape her, and it's not for a lack of trying.

It like Bucky's throwing it in your face that you're not good enough for him, he's showing off the new most beautiful girl he's ever seen.

Then that mission happens, those people die because you didn't do more.

Because you weren't perfect.

And you're stuck retreating. You're always in your room, only ever leaving to train now.

FRIDAY is the one that reminds you to eat your 3 meals a day, but you get creative, finding ways around that. You learned that as long as you took a bite, FRIDAY wouldn't alert anyone, and sometimes, on your really bad days, you wouldn't even swallow that one bite.

You restrict access to everyone and anyone to your room. You're disgusted with yourself and you don't want anyone to see yourself like this. But even worse, something that you won't even admit to yourself, you don't even care if they think you're disgusting, you're worried they'll catch you and they'll force you to stop. 

But now you can't stop, you desperately want to but you just can't.

It makes you hate yourself even more.

Those people are dead because of you and here you are killing yourself.

And then one day, it all turns into a game again.

This game - it's a twisted one.

It's not for the faint of heart.

Every day, you push yourself. You're training so hard that people are starting to notice, and they don't even know about the sit-ups you do in your room.

You train harder and harder.

You see just how many days you can go without your bite of food.

It's not a fun game, but it's your game. You're good at it. You thrive on it.

Until you don't.

When you woke up this morning, you know you've pushed it too far. And still, you can't bring yourself to swallow that bite of food.

It's repulsive, it's practically shameful - almost as shameful as letting those people die.

It's shameful that you've made one person in your life so important, that you don't know how to be without them.

Besides, you're winning, you're the best at this game. 

You're laid out on your bed, checking your wrist again. You're getting really close.

You're only jolted up by a light knocking on your door, and before you open it, you're frantically hiding all the food you haven't been eating.

"Give me a second," you call to whoever's waiting outside your door. When you've finally hidden all the food, you creak open the door.

"Since when did you remove access to your room?" Steve questions, his voice laced with cautious, almost suspicious, curiosity.

You shrug nonchalantly, "It's always been like that."

"I could've sworn-"

But you cut him off, "What's up, Steve?"

He nods suspiciously. He knows you're hiding something, he can very clearly see that you're not yourself. "Right, just wanted to let you know that we'll be leaving soon. You ready to go?"

You nod, playing off the fact that you completely forgot you're on a mission today. "Yeah, I'm ready to go."

"Alright, suit up. We leave in 10."

"Okay."

You start to close the door, but Steve stops you. "Is everything okay?" he asks. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

"Yeah, of course," you shakily nod. "Thanks."

You're dressed and ready to go fairly quickly. You're ecstatic, the happiest you've been in months, when you pull on your uniform to find that it's too big for you now. The fabric hangs off of you and you're can almost feel your heart swell with pride. 

And then you panic because it's so very noticeable.

With shaky hands, an uncomfortable cold sweat, and weakness radiating throughout your entire body, you walk up the Quinjet ramp. You hear people talking to you, but their voices sound distant. You shake your head, trying to straighten yourself out before you land.

Even though you swore it's only been a few seconds, Steve's suddenly crouched in front of you. "Are you sure you're okay?

"Yeah, yeah. I told you I'm fine. Just a little tired."

He chuckles, though the humor doesn't quite reach the laugh. "I bet, you've been training really hard lately."

You nervously chuckle and nod along to the rest of the conversation.

You're barely off the Quinjet with the order to help evacuate, and the first time you use your ability, you're down. Out cold.

--

You didn't know this yet, but while you were in the infirmary, Steve and Tony overrode the security access to your room.

They searched and searched until Steve got close to your dresser, he immediately smelled something rancid. He opened your bottom dresser drawer to find your hidden stash. He found the molding food that you hadn't managed to sneak out yet.

He knew this was how you were bringing clean plates to the kitchen every single day when he could almost guarantee that you hadn't eaten.

Bucky takes the hoodie from your hands - he doesn't miss the frailty this time.

You just happen to notice him noticing you. You stuff your hands in your pocket and sigh.

You know why he's here, and it hurts even more. Steve told him what happened.

He probably pried him away from Sharon and told Bucky to come talk to you.

Your mind is all dark these days, all positivity and optimism are drained, your brain is devoid of anything remotely resembling happiness right now.

You weren't sure when that happened, it wasn't even this dark when you were a HYDRA guinea pig, but now it all seems so bleak.

All you can think is that Bucky doesn't care about you.

That you're an obligation and have been since the days that you two escaped HYDRA.

"You know, I'll never know why you like coming here. It's creepy," he hesitantly jokes.

"It's nice being alone."

He nudges your shoulder, internally cringing as he feels the new frailty. "I thought that was our thing. Alone together, right?"

"Right," you laugh weakly.

Then it's all quiet except for the slight creaking of the Ferris Wheel.

"Well, if you're not going to talk then you can just listen."

"Bucky," you sigh.

"No, you're listening now. What the hell are you doing?" he demands, staring you down for an answer.

"I thought I was just listening," you dryly remark.

"Do you really think this is funny? We don't do this anymore. We don't tear ourselves apart like this. You were doing so much better, why - why would you do this to yourself?"

You don't look at him. You're too afraid he'll see you cry again. "I don't know, Bucky. I didn't think there was a 'we' anymore."

"Even if there wasn't a 'we' anymore, that doesn't mean that you go off the rails," he continues, not knowing how much that hurts. How he didn't even deny that the one-time unbreakable bond, the ironclad unit was now gone.

You're alone, your mind chants. 

"I'm not off the rails," you snap. "I've got it under control."

"Under control?" he scoffs. "Passing out - in the middle of a mission, might I add - is under control?"

You don't look at him as you clench your jaw tightly.

"It won't happen again," you spit.

Even as the words leave your mouth, you know you're lying. You know it because you're already plotting on ways to improve.

How to hide food better.

How you can make the game last longer.

Right now all you want to do is be alone. You're sick of yourself, sick of trying, sick of being so... you don't even have words for what you feel right now. 

"You're damn right it won't happen again. This stops - today. God, what were you thinking? Why didn't you come to me, to anybody?" he asks, his words bordering on accusations. 

You don't tell him that you tried, you tried telling him the last time you spoke.

It's another reason that you know he doesn't give a damn about you. It's been months since the two of you really talked. You refuse to bring up Sharon, flinching at the memory of the last time you did that.

--

"Nothing, Bucky," you sigh, trying to gather the courage needed to ask for help, but for the first time, he's not listening to you.

"It's obviously something. Can you please just tell me?"

"It's just you and Sharon," you mumble, not being able to look him in the eye.

You want to tell him that you need him right now - it's pretty hard to admit.

You can handle torture from HYDRA, but food will always have an inexplicable power over you.

You want to tell him that you feel alone, really alone, and you need him, but the words aren't coming out right.

You're trying to be happy for him, but you miss him so much.

You're pathetic, being co-dependent on Bucky, but you don't have any strength to take this loneliness anymore.

Ever since that damned mission, it's getting so dark in your head, and he isn't hearing your cry for help.

You feel so selfish that you're unable to let him go, but you can't.

You just can't.

You can't lose him too.

"Jesus, you too!" Bucky shouts. "Why does everyone else get to be happy, but when I finally find someone, everyone's suddenly got a problem with it? I don't say anything about you and Steve, do I?"

"Me and Steve?" you ask, tears burning at your eyes.

Another first, you find yourself recoiling from your person. And you can feel the splintered remnants of your heart breaking into a million little pieces. 

"Please. Don't lie to me, I've seen it with my own two eyes, how you two flirt with each other, how you're always touching each other - And that's just what you do in public, God knows what you do behind closed doors!"

As if on cue, Steve walks in, probably having heard what Bucky said.

"Speak of the devil," Bucky mumbles.

"Bucky, there's nothing going on between us," Steve cautiously affirms.

"I don't care. You guys can sleep with each other all you want, just don't lie to me about it! And don't tell me how to live my life!"

"We're not," you insist, the tears still welling in your eyes.

You've never seen Bucky like this, not even as the Winter Soldier did Bucky ever scream at you like this.

And all you can think is, 'Wow, he must really love her'.

The tears are spilling now and out of fear for anyone, especially Bucky, seeing you like this, you stand up and walk out of the room. 

The two men remain glaring at each other.

Steve's the one that speaks first, Bucky too choked up by the guilt at making you cry.

He's never been the one to make you cry, never.

He's the one you come to when you're falling apart, he's not the one that tears you apart.

"If I go after her, are you going to accuse me of sleeping with her?" Steve angrily retorts before leaving and going after you.

For the first time in a long time, you cry yourself to sleep.

And it pummels you over and over that you're really, truly, undeniably alone this time. 

--

It's been months since that night and other than an apology for yelling and fleeting niceties, you have barely seen Bucky, let alone spoken to him.

The whole thing kills you.

You're falling apart and Bucky's never looked better.

Every day you have to talk yourself off the ledge, both physical and metaphorical, and lately you don't even know why you're bothering.  "I just don't know how you could be so okay without me."

"What?"

"Nothing," you shake your head.

You're so pathetic like this.

Another first, Bucky's not even remotely getting through to you this time. 

"What are your safe foods right now? Let's go get a bite."

"What?"

"What are you eating?" he reiterates. "I know there's something."

You can't look at him as you shake your head. How do you look at him and tell him that you're weak? That you're not choking anything down these days? 

"There's nothing? You haven't been eating anything?" he asks, his voice shaking as he fights to maintain a small semblance of composure. 

He's angry. At you. Even more at himself. 

He's hurt that you didn't come to him. Even more hurt that he's only got himself to blame for that. 

"I'm sorry," you whisper, still refusing to meet his eyes.

He takes you to a small diner. Without minimal words exchanged, he buys you a burger and fries.

You swear you can see the hatred burning in his eyes. The ire. The contempt. 

He forces that entire meal into your mouth.

All want is for it to be the same - you just wanted it to be the same.

You wanted to laugh with him, to make eating the slightest bit more bearable.

But the entire time he watches you silently, offering passing remarks and comments. It's all painfully silent. It makes it so much worse.

With the occasional forceful look, you finish the plate in front of you.

He never did that before. He didn't force you - he only offered encouragement.

And now you've made him hate you too.

After months of not eating, eating a full meal leaves you feeling sicker than you'd ever felt.

You swear that it wasn't even on purpose. You're in your room, choking down bile until you can't anymore.

You run to the bathroom feeling all the food burning at your esophagus.

When you're done, you're slumping down on the cool tile. You're cold and hot all at the same time, you're slipping into a comfortable darkness.

And this time you don't have enough energy to fight it.

When finally become aware, your eyelids feel too heavy to open or maybe you're too tired to carry the weight anymore. You're in some strange state of semi-awareness.

"You know, even before HYDRA, she was abused. She won't call it that, but I know she was. Her parents gave her up to HYDRA, freaking HYDRA. That's how much they hated her. I'm all she's ever had, and I wasn't here. She needed me and I turned my back on her," Bucky quietly laments, his warm hand resting on your cold hand.

"It's not your fault, Buck. No one knew how bad it was. I see her everyday and I didn't know. You can't blame yourself." Another voice says, Steve, you're pretty sure.

"I just don't get why she didn't say anything. To me, at least. I would've been here. She just looked - She looked fine. That's what I don't get she doesn't do this - she's never done this before," Bucky swears, his voice thick with distress. 

You hate you're the one that's making him miserable. 

"You think it was an accident?"

"Maybe. I think I pushed her too hard. I didn't even really talk to her, I just yelled at her."

"You yelled at her?" Steve remorsefully exhales. "Wait - What do you mean you pushed her too hard?"

"What else? I forced her to eat."

"Jesus, Bucky, you're the only person she trusts with this. I found what was probably months worth of food in her drawer. God knows how much she snuck out before that, she doesn't eat. At all. And you forced an entire meal into her?"

"I'm really messing this up, aren't I?"

"I think you two need to stop acting like it's your job to help her, she needs professional help." Another voice, a female voice says, you're pretty sure it's Sharon. "She's not a child and yet you two keep holding her hand and letting her get away with acting like one."

"She's not acting like a child, she needs help," Bucky defends, his tone gradually becoming sharper. "Why are you even here? I know how you feel about her."

"I'm here to support you. In spite of everything, I'm here for you. And I don't think you should be letting her get away with this desperate cry for attention. Just let them tube her and get it over with."

"I'm not letting them tube her if she doesn't need it. It won't help."

"You don't know that. Maybe this is the wake up call she needs," Sharon repeats, you can tell she's not trying to be mean, not trying to ruin your life. She doesn't get it. You've encountered those people before. The ones that believe in tough love and will-power. "Actions have consequences." 

"You should leave," Bucky whispers, his forehead coming to rest on the hand he still holds. "I don't want your support."

"Look, no matter how you two spin it, she did this on purpose. People don't throw up like that by themselves. I'm telling you what you need to hear. She needs some tough love."

"She's had tough love all her life - that's the last thing she needs right now. She needed a friend and I turned my back on her," Bucky grits. It's too silent for a minute, when he finally speaks, it's sharp and to the point, "Just go, Sharon."

You hear her quietly scoff, "Fine. Do what you want."

When you actually wake, Bucky's quietly snoring in the chair next to you.

You're relieved there isn't a tube in your nose. You've heard it's painful.

But Bucky's right, it won't help.

You'd probably rip it out yourself then continue on. The two of you always said that recovery was a process. Bucky's nightmares didn't stop in one night, and it took you time to get back to healthy eating habits.

Your heart is beating out of your chest and it feels like you can't breath right now.

The lights are all off and Bucky's out cold, so you take this opportunity to get some fresh air.

The roof is a place that you'd become accustomed to.

You came up here all the time.

It was a place where your newfound loneliness became bearable. 

You take a seat at the ledge, your legs are criss-crossed and you just sit there and imagine a time where you didn't completely hate yourself. Where you didn't make everyone around you miserable. Where people didn't die because of you.

In the infirmary, Bucky jolts awake.

It's not completely unnatural for him, but it's like he can tell that you're not there.

That a vital piece of him is missing.

He looks over to your bed and immediately notices your absence, he's up and searching for you immediately. 

He asks FRIDAY about your last known location - the stairwell to the roof. 

And he's running.

He doesn't know where your mind is right now and he's not taking a chance.

He runs and runs like hell until he makes it to the roof.

He slams the door open. Only freezing when he sees you sitting on the ledge.

You're startled by the slam of the door.

You turn around to find Bucky breathing heavily, looking panicked.

You quickly put two and two together: he thinks you're going to jump.

"Relax, I'm not going to jump," you huff, rolling your eyes. "It's just nice up here. You can ask FRIDAY, if you don't believe me, I come up here all the time."

"I believe you," he says, but he remains in a cautious stance.

He's inching closer to you like any sudden movement will set you off. You really hate that.

"Do you? Do you believe me when I tell you I didn't mean to throw up like that? That I didn't mean for any of this to happen?" You know your tone is much too curt for Bucky, but everything hurts so much right now.

"I do - that was my fault. I pushed too hard."

Bucky's slow approach doesn't stop, and now it's starting to really bug you. You'd never thought about actually jumping before.

You roll your eyes and nudge your head over for him to join you, "I told you I'm not going to jump. You can stop that."

"Promise?"

"Promise. It's not like I couldn't save myself if I fell or something." You remain quiet as Bucky takes a seat next to you, dangling his legs off of the ledge. "What would happen? If I did do it?"

"I'd probably bust my ass jumping to save you," he chuckles.

You're just thinking out loud right now, not bothering to censor your ideation in front of Bucky, "No, I mean, really - what would happen if I jumped? Who would miss me? People wouldn't die because I mess up."

"Don't talk like that. I'd miss you. I'd miss you forever. And those people, it was an accident. You're a human, a human with limits just like the rest of us."

You nod, but you don't say anything for another moment. "Why didn't you let them tube me?"

"Because I know you - I know you wouldn't want that," he says simply.

Then it's quiet. You're both staring at vast emptiness that surrounds the Compound. 

"Do you miss me like I miss you?" you whisper, thinking about all the moments that you've shared with Bucky. It's always been so easy, until now. Why can't it be like that anymore, you wonder.

"Every day, doll."

Bucky is naturally a retreater, you - you're not like that.

Your response is to dive in, to poke and prod at the area until you figure out why it hurts.

And when you retreated, Bucky would be lying if he said that he didn't notice.

He thought that it was his fault, so he backed off. He retreated.

It just never occurred to him to do the poking and prodding himself - he figured when you were ready to confront whatever was bothering you, you just would. He hates that he didn't see all the signs.

"Don't lie to me," you grit out, the rooftop lights flicker with the surge of your power. "Just stop lying to me. This - It's not healthy. I should be able to let you go. I shouldn't need you like this. Not when you don't need me."

"Who said I don't need you? Of course I need you," he insists, resting his hand on yours.

"No, you don't," you vehemently refute, pulling your hand away from his. "You're perfectly fine without me. And me? The second you try to have an ounce of happiness, I fall apart. Sharon was right, it's not your job to put me back together. It's not fair to you."

"Since when do you listen to Sharon?"

"Since she's the one that makes you happy. And I'm the one that makes you miserable. I am sorry about that. About Sharon." It's selfish that you can't let him go. That you want to be the one that makes him happy even though you know you can't. "I guess it's true: misery loves company."

"You don't make me miserable. You could never make me miserable."

"Yes, I do."

"It's a dark place you're in right now," he acknowledges.

He knows his words right now are just that - words. There's probably nothing that he's going to say right now that will sink in - that it will take time and work before you believe anything that he's saying.

He knows what its like to be in this place, he knows and yet he says the words anyway. "Why didn't you come to me earlier? We've never kept things from each other before, why now?" You don't say anything, you don't want to make Bucky feel worse when you're the reason that he's down already. So you don't say anything. Your silence is his answer. "You tried to tell me that day - the day I yelled at you. Didn't you?"

"It just gets so loud sometimes," you whisper.

"I thought you were still shutting all the thoughts out."

"I can't shut out my own thoughts," you quietly admit.

"What are you thinking?"

"That I'm all alone. For real this time."

"You're-"

"Don't say I'm not," you cut him off, tears stinging your eyes again. "Because I am, every second of everyday I'm alone. Every good thing I've ever had, I ruin. I'm a ruiner. It's why my parent gave me up. It's why you left me. It's why those people died. That mission today. It's my fault."

"I'm sorry I left you, Doll."

"Please don't do that. You should be able to be happy without me interfering."

"What do I have to do to get it through your thick skull? You're stuck with me." He cups your head between both his hands, forcing you to look at him. He presses his forehead to yours. "I'm not happy unless you're right there with me. I've been in hell the last 6 months trying to give you your space. All I want to do right now is kiss you and make it better."

"What?"

He drops his hands and suddenly he's the one not looking at you. "I should not have said that."

"Why not?" you timidly ask, worried that he's going to say that he doesn't mean it. "It's because of Sharon, isn't it?"

"No," he scoffs. "I broke up with her months ago. It's because when I do kiss you - it's going to be when you're back on your feet. Not like this, not when we've both been tearing ourselves apart for months." He takes your hand when he sees the thinly veiled disappointment on your face. "And when you're better, I'm going to take you to Coney Island for real this time.  And it's going to be perfect, just you and me."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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Chapter 25: Saints and Sinners

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Series Summary: Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. Your the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under the pressure?

Series Warning: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter.

Chapter warnings: 18+ Only! Major Character Deaths! Violence, Bad language words, mentions of torture.

Pairing: Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader

Word count: 4.4K

A/N: This one is looooonngg. Sorry in advance! Including this chapter there are only four and a half chapters left! You will need tissues for this chapter! (sorry in advance, also don't come for me!) I had a hard time writing this chapter, but aside from the hardships of what is to come, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

It only took you seconds to sprint out of the warehouse, jumping into Wade’s vehicle, you didn’t wait for him as you tore down the street. The squeal of tires and smoke filled the air, the city passing by in a blur, if you hurried you could stop Steve before he left the penthouse. You cursed under your breath, how could all of you been so fucking blind? 

The mastermind behind it all was staring you in the damn face, could have lit the entire city on fire in front of you and no one would have noticed. You had to make it in time, the gods help whoever stood in your way, if anything happened to Steve, anything; the whole fucking city will be ash. Honking horns and the screeching of tires fill your senses, but you don’t stop, you can’t.

You slam on your brakes and jerk the wheel, causing you to drift into a spot in front of Steve’s building, throwing the driver’s door open. You rush to the front entrance, but Peter is there to intercept you. Reaching for you he centers your focus on him.

He’s smiling when he greets you, “Hey Ace, what’s the rush?”

You panic, breathing heavily, eyes searching behind him, “Where’s Steve?!”

“He already left with Buck, what’s going on?” His smile slips from his face as he reads you, the dread and anger in your voice has him ready to pounce.

“Fuck! How long ago?” Panic rises as you move back to the vehicle.

“About fifteen minutes ago. Ace, what’s going on?” He opens the passenger side door as you slide behind the wheel on the other side.

“It's a setup!”

—

Bucky watches Steve’s movements as they enter the elevator, he seems nervous as he pulls his phone from his ear, scowling.

“What’s wrong punk?” He prods as the elevator doors close and it hums to life, one step closer to ending this bullshit. He should have known Loki was the sniveling weasel behind all this chaos. He should feel relief or closure, but he doesn't, something feels off.

Steve only shakes his head, “Nothing.”

Bucky raises a brow, Steve is tense, he can see the muscles working under Steve’s suit, “Did she find anything?”

Steve again shakes his head, his brows knitting together, “No, the connection was shit, but from what I could make out, she sounded worried.”

Bucky shrugs, “Don’t worry, I’ve got your back punk. You’ll make it back to her and get your happy ending.” He smiles wide as he clasps Steve’s shoulder. As much as he doesn’t trust you, he loves his brother, and if you are what makes him happy… Well, as long as you don’t try to kill either of them, he will support you as much as his own mind will allow. Besides, if anything were to happen to Steve, he would never forgive himself, and you would definitely kill him, for his failure.

“I know you do Buck, just something doesn’t feel right.”

Bucky nods, but the elevator opens putting them in the hall outside Tony’s penthouse, Natasha is outside the door, a smile curves her lips, “Hello boys, you’re late.”

Bucky and Steve meet her at the door, she waves them in, Tony stands behind his bar, leisurely nursing a glass of liquor. Thor is standing front and center, his hand clasped behind Loki’s neck. Who stands handcuffed and gagged next to him, his eyes wide as they meet Steve’s; pleading.

“So nice of you to join us gentlemen.” Thor’s voice booms, his gaze raking over the two of them. Bucky situates himself between Thor, Loki and Steve, he doesn’t care if he’s bound, he isn’t taking any chances.

Steve smiles, “Better late than never right?”

Tony chuckles as Steve and Bucky settle near him on one of the couches to the right of his bar, Natasha situates herself to his left, leaning on the counter.

Bucky glances around the room and relaxes a bit, there are only the seven of them, with Valkyrie leaning against the wall closest to the door, bored as she picks at her nails. Loki couldn’t take all of them on, and survive.

The door to the penthouse closes slowly, Thor clears his throat, as he walks towards Tony’s bar and pours himself a drink, raising his glass to Tony before taking a sip. 

“Since my father was murdered this” –he pauses, licking his teeth– “circle has plunged into chaos.” He sighs solemnly, “I should have listened to all of you” –He takes a slow sip of his drink as he moves leisurely back towards the center of the room– “But family is hard to hate.” his eyes flicker to Tony’s, a devious glint sparkles as he directs his attention to him. “Even after their betrayal. Wouldn’t you agree, Stark?” 

—

You glance at Peter as he slips into the passenger seat, you shake your head, “No Peter, you can’t—”

“They’re my brothers, if they’re in danger” –he pauses, swallowing thickly– “If you are going into the lion’s den, I’m going too.”

You take a deep breath, eyes locking with his, he gives you a small smile, your real name leaving his lips, “I’ve got your back.”

You nod, slamming the door. Peter barely has the chance to sit as you step on the gas, flooring it, nearly taking off his door in the process.

Your eyes are on the road, mind going a million miles a minute. You suspect Thor to have men guarding the building, how to go about this…

“I’m calling Sam and the others, I’ll have them meet us there.” Peter offers the help, but you can’t imagine them making it in time.

“I’m not waiting, we don’t have time. They can work their way up to us.”

He nods, but dials anyway, the conversation is quick, he merely tells them the location and that Steve is in danger. That’s all it takes, they are on their way. Your heart throbs, such loyalty cannot be bought, these men love Steve, they are as much family as you and the other Aces are; a phone call away and willing to die for each other.

Peter’s voice cuts through your thoughts, “So, what’s the plan?”

Your eyes never leave the road, tone cold, “We walk in the front door.”

—

Zemo’s phone rings on his desk, his eyes meet Sharon’s across the room as he picks it up, placing it on speaker, the greeting doesn’t leave his mouth before Wade’s voice rips through the air. 

“It’s Thor! He’s making his move! He called a meeting, said Loki’s to blame. Wraith is on her way to Stark Tower, she’s gonna need backup!”

Zemo freezes, this is not what he expected from Odinson. At least no this quickly, he hadn’t even had the chance to tell the rest of you Thor had been behind everything. Panic settles low in his gut,

“We’re on the way!” Sharon’s voice and her hand on his shoulder breaks him from his trance, “Z, we gotta move, Wraith needs us.”

He stands slowly, this is his own fault. He should have waited to make his move, kept everyone in the loop. His family was safe as long as Yelena and Jake continued their surveillance.

Sharon grips both of his shoulders, “Z!”

He stumbles after her, but stops, “It’s my fault. I- I shouldn’t have—”

“We don’t have time for this! We need to move, there was no way you could have known how he would react.”

Zemo follows her out of the casino, but shakes his head as they enter the vehicle, “We blindsided him, now he’s a wild animal we pushed into a corner, how else was he supposed to react?”

Sharon shakes her head, “Everyone knows the risk of this business there is always collateral damage… Nothing you can do about it.” She pulls out her phone.

“I could have prevented it!” The guilt unfurling in his gut makes him sick, how would he explain this to you? If everything goes wrong, what could they lose? What was left for you to lose?

She takes a deep breath, rolling her eyes, “What’s done is done, we just need to focus on what to do next,” She dials, waiting as the line rings. 

Zemo’s brows furrow, “What are you doing?” 

“Calling it in.”

—

You are close now, the building is less than a mile away, gripping the steering wheel tightly, you clear your throat, “Peter…When we get there” –you watch him out of the corner of your eye as he turns to you– “Stay behind me, and do exactly what I say, when I say. Do you understand?”

He nods, then tilts his head, as if he knows you have more to say, so you continue, “What I’m about to do” –you pause, taking a deep breath. Peter is no stranger to the darker side of the business, but that doesn’t mean you will relish in him having to watch you tear through Thor’s men– “I-I just… I’m sorry.”

He places his hand on your shoulder, causing you to jump, your name leaving his mouth yet again, “It won’t change how I look at you. You’re like a sister to me, you have protected me and saved me. I know whatever you become when the time comes,” –he pokes your chest where your heart would be, you can swear he can feel it slamming into your rib cage– “that isn’t you.”

The car skids to a halt, but he continues, “The woman I met all that time ago at the mansion, that is you, and nothing, is gonna change that.” 

You finally meet his gaze and he gives you a reassuring nod, “Now, Wraith, we both have a job to do.”

—

Steve’s eyes snap from Loki to Tony, the tension in the room has skyrocketed. Bucky shifts next to him uncomfortably, but Steve’s eyes remain on Stark.

Tony cocks his head, “I beg your pardon?”

Thor gives him a sympathetic frown, but it's stiff; fake. “It must hurt knowing she chose him over you. Her own flesh and blood.” Thor’s gaze moves to Steve, his words dripping with malice, “Then to have him kill her.” He chuckles.

Chuckles as if that's the funniest thing he’s heard all damn day.

Tony glances at Steve, but there is no anger in his eyes, they snap back as Thor turns to walk back to Loki. Tony’s eyes flicker to Steve, a warning.

Thor turns back around as he circles his brother, “You know” –he pauses again, a megawatt smile curves his lips– “I’m sorry, let’s cut the bullshit.”

They always say traumatic events happen in slow motion, like the brain is trying to process what is happening in front of it. But this happened too fast.

The gunshot, the blood, the gun no one seemed to notice in Thor’s hand.

Loki, lying on the ground.

Dead.

The doors to Tony’s penthouse are blown off their hinges as two more people join in on the action, guns raised. The shots are fired before Steve can react, Bucky slams into him full force. As he falls, he can see Tony reach for Natasha, pulling her down behind his bar.

Behind the couch, he can hear Thor raving about how dumb they’ve all been, how this is their reckoning for not perceiving him as a threat or giving him the new position of The Don, like his father before him. He tells them everything starting with when he killed his own father and framed Loki, and hired the horsemen to kill Tony’s parents. Even hiring the Ace of Spades to kill Steve, when you got thrown into the mix, it was just a bonus. Everything had gone better than planned, until Loki and you stepped out of line.

Steve didn’t take the bait, he understood what Thor wanted, why he insisted on telling them all of this; they weren’t getting out of this alive

Bucky groaned next to him, snapping Steve back into reality. Bucky is holding where his shoulder and chest collide, deep crimson seeping between his fingers. Steve reaches for his gun, he fires off a few shots, but there is more commotion, his gaze whips to Tony behind the bar on the other side of the couch, there is more yelling, struggle, and new voices join the chaos, familiar voices, yours and Queens.

Steve pops up in time to shoot one of the assailants in the thigh, to his left a gunshot rings out, followed by a bloodcurdling war cry.

—

You and Peter clear the first floor, moving for the elevator, quick, no quarter, no survivors. Most of Tony’s security lay either lifeless or placing pressure on their wounds; most will survive. There are a lot less of Thor’s men than you anticipated, only two. They evade you at every turn, you don’t recognize them as his normal security, a male and female. As you close in, the female calls to the male, his code name rolling off her tongue; Conquest. The last two horsemen, the female must be War.

You growl as they enter the elevator, rage pushes you, you don’t think, you just react. One hand releases your rifle, and grabs one of your knives, ripping it from your holster, it soars through the air, embedding itself in the elevator wall between their heads.

War smiles as she moves to confront you, but Conquest pulls her back slamming his hand on the button. The doors close as War winks, blowing you a kiss.

A scream rips through your chest as you sprint for the maintenance elevator, Peter hot on your heels.

You pull him into the elevator behind you, punching the button for the penthouse floor. Your mind is screaming, true fear courses through you, but you grasp it, allowing it to center you.

Beside you Peter is uncharacteristically quiet as he watches you, studying that eerie calmness you fall into, attempting to do the same, you turn to him narrowing your eyes, “Don’t.”

Your voice is dark as it leaves you, unfurling in the elevator like black silk and shadows. 

The air is thick with the impending fight.

The elevator opens and your ears are met with gunfire and yelling, the two of you sprint for the penthouse.

You weren’t prepared and didn’t have time to process the scene unfolding in front of you. You allow yourself to get lost in your instincts as you immediately jump into battle.

They outnumber you and Peter, but you don’t let that stop you, as you shove Conquest into Thor, catching both of them off guard, Peter takes on War on his own. You can see her malicious smile, like a wolf playing with its prey, but you don’t have time to help him.

Shots are fired from behind the couch, you see Steve’s head pop up as he takes aim, nailing Conquest in the thigh, he tumbles to the ground howling in pain. Your fist collides with Thor’s jaw sending him reeling. Next to you, Valkyrie raises her pistol poised for Steve, you react, shoving yourself into her. The shot fires across the room; you feel it in your heart before your brain understands what’s happened.

Tony slams into the shelves behind him, glass shattering and liquor spilling everywhere.

It feels like a bomb explodes in your chest, “No!” The scream rips from your chest. Valkyrie’s dark laugh scrapes across your exposed nerves, but is abruptly cut off, three bullets fired from your gun, before she slumps to the ground, leaving an ugly red streak where she once stood.

You turn as Thor and War escape the room Peter follows, Steve screams for him. Conquest tries to follow, but a well timed knife you throw stops him, embedding in his shoulder. 

Just a handful of minutes too late Sharon and Zemo barge through the door as you vault over the bar to kneel next to your brother.

Tony’s hand reaches for your face, with one hand you tear off your mask, while the other applies pressure to the gaping wound. Tears are streaming down your face, his hand gently cups your cheek, his eyes meeting yours, “Squirt…” his voice is soft, barely above a whisper.

You can barely speak, the same two words fall from your lips; ‘I’m sorry’, over and over, like a mantra. Natasha rips towels from the drawers, helping to stanch the bleeding, but Tony shakes his head, “Squirt, look at me.”

Your eyes lock on his, he draws a shaky breath, “I’m sorry. F-for all of it—” 

You shake your head, “Tony please—”

Your name leaves his mouth, “It’s okay, I-I don’t blame” –he coughs– “I don’t blame y-you… I- I love ya squirt…”

His hand falls from your face, his chest no longer rising and falling. You scream again, grabbing his hand between both of yours. You freeze for a moment. Behind you there is conversation and the sound of sirens in the distance.

Probably the police, you assume Sharon has called them, and an ambulance, though it’s too late.

You lean over your brother, placing a kiss on his forehead, “I love you too.”

Taking a deep shaky breath, you rise, eyes scanning the room, they land on Zemo. He’s frozen, eyes glued to you; waiting.

You slip into that dark place that allows you to do your work flawlessly, three small words leave your mouth.

—

“All is fair.” your voice is dark, the cold embrace of death licks up his spine.

Zemo’s eyes lock on yours, his jaw clenched tightly, he knows what you’re asking of him. He knows what you’ve lost, he’s been here for every step of your journey, watched you become this. He swallows, ignoring the stares from everyone else in the room. He knows what you have to do. It is time to let you go…

“In love and war.”

Without another word, you snarl as you shove your mask back onto your face. There is a moment, your face softening as your eyes meet Steve’s. In that brief second, Zemo swears he can hear everything you are saying in your mind. He can see the finality in the parting look, it’s a goodbye that he knows Steve won’t understand for a long time; until it’s too late.

“What the fuck was that?” It’s not Steve’s voice, but Bucky’s, hoarse from the screams of pain. Zemo glances down at the two men, Steve is kneeling beside Bucky, applying pressure to the wound, but Steve’s gaze remains glued to the door you just walked out of. 

Zemo contemplates his answer, if he explains will Steve run after you? Will he try to stop you? 

“Zemo!”

He shakes his head, meeting Bucky’s gaze, “It means she is no longer under contract.”

Bucky’s brows knit together, but his eyes widen, stumbling on his words to understand, Zemo sighs, “It means she is no longer an Ace, no longer under my command, she’s–”

Steve’s voice interjects, “She’s free.” His eyes finally slide to meet Zemo’s, he nods slowly.

Natasha rises from where Stark lay lifeless on the cold tile, “That’s a good thing, right?”

Zemo cocks a brow, a sinister smirk lifting one corner of his lips, “Not for Thor.”

—

You storm down the hall to the stairwell, flying down the flights, a couple of floors down you find Peter, he’s crumpled on the floor, holding his thigh, blood pooling beneath him. You stop, kneeling to help him, but he waves you off.

“Go! I’m alright, wounded one of them” –he breathes shakily– “Get that sonofabitch!”

You don’t have to respond, you turn, sprinting down the stairs after War and Thor.

—

Wade bursts into the penthouse, but he knows he’s too late by the scene in front of him, there are three body bags and a pair of paramedics by one of the couches, Barnes is being strapped to a gurney, a white bandage pressed to his shoulder.

Sharon, Zemo, another female who he has only seen in passing, and Steve are talking in hushed tones as he approaches. He notices a thin, lean man cuffed and bandaged, sitting quietly against the wall.

Steve raises his head acknowledging his presence, Wade turns, looking around, “Where’s Death?”

It’s not Steve that answers, but Sharon, “Gone.”

He watches the group’s reaction to the statement, he raises a brow, “Thor? Loki?”

It’s Steve’s turn to speak, “Thor ran off with War, Peter and Wraith” –the fact Steve calls you by your code name stuns Wade– “Ran after them.” He nods to the body bag lying in the middle of the room, “Loki didn’t make it…”

Wade hadn’t necessarily liked or trusted the man, but his death was unnecessary. “And…” Wade motions toward the other bags.

The other female sighs heavily, her face still red, obvious tear stains on cheeks, “Tony didn’t make it.” 

“Neither did Valkyrie.” Adds Zemo, “Not the first of Thor’s men, and certainly not the last.” He takes a deep breath, “our new friend, Conquest, here” —he motions to the handcuffed man— “will be our guide to finding Thor–”

Wade scoffs, “I’m sure Death can find him just fine, we don’t need–”

“She is no longer one of us.” Zemo’s gaze meets Wade’s “If we want Thor alive, we will need to find him first.”

—

You skid to a stop on one of the lower floors, a bloody handprint smeared along the doorway tells you, you’re on the right track. Pushing the door open, you creep through.

The corridor is quiet, the hum of the lights above you vibrating into your bones like an electrical charge surging through you.

Peter had been right, one of them was bleeding, the trail of blood leading you farther down the corridor.

The door to the stairwell shuts almost silently, your gun drawn as you slink against the wall, following the crimson droplets.

Your heart should be thundering, slamming against your rib cage, but it’s not. An unrelenting calm settles deep within you, that familiar numbing darkness wraps its tendrils around you.

No thoughts of revenge surge through you, just the overwhelming instinct to hunt, the thrill of the chase, not out of need to survive, but for sport.

You reach the end of the trail, as it disappears around the corner. You grip your pistol tighter, swinging around the corner, only for your gun to be ripped from your hands. War shoves your hands upward as she rams you into the wall behind you. The impact causes all breath to leave your lungs in a painful woosh. 

You struggle against her as she snarls in your face, “This” –she draws your own knife, slicing into your side, you bare your teeth through the pain– “is for Volstagg!” She rears back, poised to embed the blade in your abdomen, “and this is for Hogun!”

You twist in her grip, the knife piercing the wall next to you, giving you time to wrench yourself from her grip. Bringing your head down onto hers, the snap of bones echo, followed by your knee diving into her already bleeding side wound. As she stumbles back you don't let up, all that fills your mind is everything the horsemen are responsible for; the museum, Peter’s incident, your brother, everything. You let it drive you, push you until she is a mess coughing under your grip.

When your voice claws its way out of your throat, you don’t recognize it as your own, “It’s over War. You've lost. Give me Odinson, and I might make it quick.”

Her maniacal laugh echoes down the corridor, surrounding you, “You… you think I am War?!” —she laughs again sending her into a coughing fit— “I am merely his sword, his swift death–”

“Where is he?!”

“You might as well kill me. You couldn’t get anything from the others, you won't get anything from me.”

“Killing you is too easy. You. Will. Beg—”

A gunshot rings in the air, tiny droplets of blood spatter across your mask as she slumps in your grasp. Another shot rings out as you lunge for cover in time to see a glimpse of him run down another corridor.

Scrambling to your feet you follow him, the sound of a stairwell door opening and closing reaches your ears. You round the corner and chase after him, throwing yourself down each flight, slamming into the exit onto the main floor.

It’s chaos, police and paramedics are everywhere, Steve’s men as well as what’s left of your brother’s. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Happy and Pepper clinging to each other, her wails tearing into your heart as she reaches for the gurney.

You scan the area, but Thor is nowhere to be seen, pulling out your phone you send a quick text to Wade, giving him Peter’s location and the location of Thor’s decoy.

As you make your way onto the street, you pass an ambulance, snagging a first aid kit and shucking on one of their jackets to hide your weapons and uniform. Unbuckling your mask you allow it to plummet onto the sidewalk.

Your phone rings in your pocket, an unknown number flashes across the screen, you answer it—

‘Mrs. Carbonell…’

It���s Thor, your blood boils, “Carbonell is dead.” You snap, teeth clattering from the force.

‘Maybe to the rest of the city, but I know better.’

There is a long moment of silence before he speaks again, ‘Listen, I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I think we can come to an… understanding.’

You scoff, licking your teeth, but let him continue, his smug tone clinging in your lungs like cigar smoke,

‘It doesn’t have to be this way. Let’s make a deal… this is how it will go, I will leave and never return, you can go about your normal life and forget about me.’

You chuckle, “Listen well Odinson, this is how it will go. I want you to call all of your men, call in any favors you may have with the smaller bosses in this city and watch me tear them apart. Then, when I have taken everything and everyone” –you growl– “I’m coming for you.” 

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[kenztheweirdmf]

MOB AU WinterIronSpiderShield

Inspired by SZA Kill Bill ( cus that song is fucking addicting ) TW: Death, Blood, Past Sexual Abuse ( not from tony, steve or bucky)

Peter's breath are shaky for what he just did, on the floor the man he once loved but despise the most and wants nothing but him killed out of cold blood Skip Westcott laying lifeless on his own puddle of blood, eyes that don't have a speck of life in them, multiple stab wounds on his chest and throat that was sliced open by a knife never the less the image still scares him

when Peter was able to control his breathing he kept looking at the dead body of his once lover turned out an abuser and he doesn't feel anything but numbness he didn't notice the pair of steps closing on him "Buck get Clint and Nat to take care of the body" someone said Peter cant turn his head to look who said it he cant take off his eyes on the body he just cant "okay Tony" the voice said and starts to walk to the door that leads outside of the room and left for now when the man left steps starts coming to Peter and when the noise stopped the man next to him reach out on his hand that has a knife Peter flinched a little and slowly look to the man and it was Tony and on the left of him is Steve and he guess the man that Tony was talking to was Bucky then he remembered they were the ones who saved him from Skip "can i take this tesoro?" Tony gently caressed Peter's hand looking at the knife Peter's slowly lets go of the knife Tony giving the knife to Steve getting rid of it Tony still caressing his hand and gently pulling him making him move away from the body "are you all right tesoro?" Tony asked with a gentle tone looking at peter with a gentle smile and eyes is he alright? he just killed someone in cold blood but he doesn't know the answer to that question for now "I.....I don't know" Peter almost whispering the words luckily Tony and Steve heard it "Its alright do you want to get out of this room and let Steve clean you up?" Tony said looking at the bloodied up hands Peter looked at his hands and looked at the body for one last time he looked at Tony "Yes please" Tony smiles and gently pulled Peter to him and Kissed his forehead "I will make some calls okay Tesoro? just let Steve take of you all right?" Peter nodded and Tony kissed his forehead again and looked at Steve and nodded and walked to Peter he pulled out a handkerchief and gently wiping off the blood on Peter's hand "are you tired honey?" Peter nodded "Buck is probably coming back with Nat and Clint to take care of the body let's go to our room where you can relax okay?" Peter again nodded and they left to go to their private room where they stripped and only have their boxers on and Steve leaning his head on the headboard while Peter is on top of him his head under Steve's chin while Steve saying nothing but sweet things to him and kissing his head

When the door opens Tony and Bucky walkthrough to see them relaxing and smiling at them and stripping to join them and also reassuring Peter and keep praising him "you're so adorable doll" Bucky purred "we'll make sure we spoil you rotten tesoro" Tony caressing the back of his neck making him shiver a little bit "we will love you always honey and you can tell us anything and we'll respect okay?" Steve looking him gently while kissing his cheeks While Peter on the other hand is just on Cloud 9 or higher of how much love his getting from his lovers "I love you three so much" he said sleepily at them "we love you too tesoro/doll/honey"

#starker #winterspider #spidershield #winterironspidershield #my writing makes me wanna kms :)

[missvelvetsstuff]

Low Expectations

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader has low self esteem when she meets Bucky. Can he convince her that she's the one he wants?

Chapter 8

Warnings: swearing, little angst

Thursday afternoon finds Y/N at the salon getting her hair, make-up and nails done. She had a light lunch and popped an edible to help her nerves beforehand. Not only did she want to impress Bucky and make him proud to have her by his side, but she would also be around his friends and who knows how many rich and powerful people. She hoped he wouldn't leave her alone too much because her anxiety might kick in. She hoped she didn't run into any nasty politicians or that she could at least hold her tongue if she did. There were a few she would like to give a piece of her mind to.

When Bucky knocked on her door at 7:00 Y/N looked herself over in the mirror one last time and opened the door.

"Hey Buck" she said softly

Bucky whistled "Damn doll, you look like the beginning of my favorite wet dream. I'm not sure I want a bunch of men seeing you like this." He gave her a soft kiss and hummed "Mmmm, taste good too."

Y/N felt her face heat up "You look pretty delicious too, Sarge"

Bucky felt a twitch and tried to think about something else "Do you have a bag for the weekend?"

She pointed to an overnight bag on the couch and he grabbed it, then walked outside. She followed him and locked the door.

They held hands and chatted about nothing important on the drive over. When they arrived at Stark tower a valet took the car and Bucky led her to the entrance. There were a few photographers lining the sidewalk but just walked past them, smiling and completely oblivious. There was a bit of a wait to get through security and Y/N tried to calm her nerves and stop herself from acting like a tourist surrounded by a number of people she recognized. Politicians, actors, musicians and more. She knew she would have to keep her inner fangirl in check.

Bucky squeezed her hand and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek. "Don't worry sweetheart, I'll stay near you all night. Gotta make sure no one gets any ideas."

Once they entered the hall she gasped "Oh my gosh its beautiful. They really go all out for these things don't they."

Bucky nodded "Yeah, even with Tony gone Pepper knows how to throw a party but nothing in this room is as beautiful as you are.

Come on, lets go get something to drink"

Across the room neither of them noticed the senators aide that came on to Bucky. She saw them come in and was watching his every move and expression. Her name was Brittany and only had the job with the senator because of her family connections. She had started as an intern and had recently been promoted. She didn't need the money but believed one could never have too much.

Brittany was pissed that Sargeant Barnes had brushed her off, no one turned her down. Ever. So he would have to pay because she was determined to get in his pants regardless of what he wanted.

How dare he show up here with another woman on his arm. Brittany knew she was prettier and had more money and better connections than the amazon bitch he had with him. She came up with a plan and wandered the room, biding her time.

After they got drinks, Bucky took Y/N to say hi to Sam then introduced her to Torres and Rhodey.

While the 5 of them were chatting, Pepper came over to say hi. Y/N felt so underdressed and outclassed that she could barely stutter out a greeting. "Ms Potts, wait I I mmean Mrs Potts-Stark"

Pepper smiled gently and rubbed her arm in an attempt to soothe Y/N. "It's ok, you don't have to worry about all that. Just call me Pepper."

Y/N felt her face flush "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I've never been to anything like this before and it's a little overwhelming."

"I understand, I've been planning and attending these things for years and still get a bit overwhelmed sometimes butTony always loved a good party" she choked a little at the end.

Y/N forgot all about her own discomfort and took Peppers hand "I'm sorry if I brought up sad memories. I wish I had the chance to meet Tony he sounds like quite the character"

Pepper laughed and wiped the tears from her face "He was everything you've heard and more."

Y/N and Pepper chatted for a bit about Tony, about Morgan, Stark Industries, the GRC contracted company Y/N worked for. Y/N was surprised at how kind and down to earth Pepper was.

Of course Pepper asked how Y/N and Bucky met so Y/N told her some of the details of their young courtship. Love stories always made Pepper smile.

"Y/N, it was so nice meeting you. I could stay and chat all night but as the host I have to make the rounds. You too Sergeant Barnes, I know you don't love it like Sam does but you need to get out there and schmooze for donations and government grants"

Bucky sighed "Yes ma'am, I can't promise I'll talk to anyone for very long but I'm going."

He pulled Y/N around the room and stopped to talk to people he knew and those who called him over. It wasn't so terrible but he always felt like he was under a microscope. Having her by his side helped him feel a little more comfortable.

After Bucky introduced Y/N to Nick Fury and talk turned to business she excused herself to use the restroom. Bucky pointed out the way but with the lights and so many people she got turned around. At least until she ran into Sam and he helped her find it.

While she was touching up her make up, a short, beautiful woman with dark hair came in, looking her over like a piece of meat, which made Y/N very uncomfortable.

The woman smirked at her "So you're the mystery lady, huh? Why on earth would he pick you and ignore me? I mean look at you, such a plain Jane. Amazon tall and definitely more than a size 4. You're a loser and should stick with your own kind."

Y/N shook her head "I don't know what you're talking about and you need to learn some party/club ladies room etiquette. We are supposed to support and lift each other up not whatever you are trying to do."

Brittany gave her a malicious grin "What I'm going to do is make you understand that the sergeant isn't yours, I saw him first. He might be into you now but eventually he will realize that he's out of your league and he can do much better."

Y/N shook her head. "First, I've been seeing him for a couple of months and second, if Bucky wanted to be with you he would have asked you out or at least asked for your number instead of refusing all of your advances. Makes you look kind of pathetic chasing him and threatening me like this. Get over it, go out with someone else."

"I'm not backing down until I get to fuck him. There are creeps who will pay good money for candid, private pictures of people like Barnes." She poked Y/N in the chest "So you will back off or this is going to get ugly."

"How sad for you, that you can't see how ugly you are already acting. I don't have time for your hateful bullshit. I'm going back to my date."

Brittany grabbed her arm "You're not going anywhere"

Y/N twisted her arm out of Brittany's grip and pulled away from her. Brittany slapped her in the face, scratching her cheek with her ring, and Y/N saw red and punched her with everything she had.

Brittany fell over and started crying when she saw blood dripping onto her dress "You bitch, this is a $2000 dress and it's ruined"

Y/N smirked "I think you might have a broken nose there too. Maybe you shouldn't try to start fights when you're wearing expensive clothes. You could have just let it go, us Amazon's aren't to be trifled with." and stormed out of the restroom.

Once she got away and the adrenaline wore off she had Brittanys words running through her head, words that she had heard so many times. Amazon, loser, plain. Why would Bucky want someone like her? She found a door that went out to a large balcony with a number of planters full of plants and trees, decorated with fairy lights. Her heart and mind both calmed as she breathed in the night air.

After 15 minutes Bucky started to get worried that Y/N had gotten lost or overwhelmed by the crowd so he excused himself and headed towards the bathrooms to make sure she was ok. On his way there a familiar woman tried to catch his attention but he didn't notice until she grabbed his vibranium arm.

She dropped it like it burned her and reached for his right arm. "Hi Bucky, I didn't expect to see you here.

He looked at her confused "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

Brittany sighed "Yes we met in DC. I'm Brittany, Senator Johnson's aide. We had talked about getting together."

Bucky suddenly remembered who she was "If my memory serves you talked about getting together and I told you I wasn't interested.

You should have your nose looked at."

She scoffed "Your date did that to me. Why would you go out with someone like that?"

Bucky tensed "What do you mean? What did you do to her?"

She smirked "we just had a little chat. I was trying to offer some dating advice and she just hit me. Out of nowhere."

Bucky glared at her "Bullshit. What did you do to her? Where is she?"

Brittany shrugged "She was in the ladies room a little bit ago but-"

"Shut up. I don't care" he looked around frantically "I have to find her"

He called Sam "Have you seen Y/N? Senator Johnsons aide apparently got into it with her and looks like she has a broken nose. I need to find Y/N but security needs to do something with this woman."

Brittany stammered "Look, can we just let this go? I'll lose my job if the senator finds out and my dad will flip. I promise I'll leave both of you alone from now on. Besides I only slapped her but she broke my nose."

Bucky bristled "You what! What the-"

Happy Hogan walked up. "Sergeant Barnes. Is this the trouble maker?" Bucky nodded "I'll escort her out right away and make sure the senator is notified. Sorry about the trouble."

"Thank you Happy and I asked you to call me Bucky.

I have to go find my date"

Happy smiled "Tall girl in a purple dress? She's quite a looker. I saw her on the balcony a few minutes ago."

"Thanks again Happy" and Bucky bolted. He went out the balcony doors and saw Y/N on a bench, looking out over the city.

"Hey sweetheart. Are you ok out here?"

She turned around surprised "Bucky! I'm sorry I wasn't trying to ditch you I just needed some fresh air."

"Are you cold? You can have my jacket" He took it off and put it over her shoulders.

Y/N was enveloped in his scent and it made her feel so safe and warm. Not to mention a little turned on.

He looked at her "I ran into Brittany. You throw a hell of a punch. I think you broke her nose. That's my girl" He saw the redness and scratch on her left cheek. "We should get some ice on that. How's your hand, killer?"

Y/N giggled "It hurts a little. First time I've had to hit someone since high school."

"What happened sweetheart?"

She sighed "She guessed that I'm your mystery lady and told me you were out of my league. She said I'm too plain, too tall, too fat. Amazon, loser. Nothing I haven't heard before" she looked down at her feet.

Bucky cupped her red cheek and gently pulled her head up to face him. "Hey, Y/N. Look at me. She doesn't know what she's talking about, just jealous because I don't want her. I want you. Just like you are."

Y/N felt herself getting choked up. "Are you sure? There's plenty of girls who would-"

He pressed his lips against hers for a long moment then told her "I don't want any of them. All I need is right here"

"James" She whispered when he pulled away.

"Yeah, darlin?"

"Ask me again."

Bucky looked at her confused "What?"

She looked into his eyes "Ask me again."

"Ask you wha-" his face lit up with understanding "oh I see. My beautiful, sweet Y/N, will you be my girl?"

Y/N nodded "Yes James, I'll be your girl" and kissed him.

Bucky pulled away to catch his breath "Would my sexy girl like to dance with me?"

She smiled "Always Sarge"

Bucky growled "The way you say that does something to me. Be careful"

He led her to the dance floor, put his right hand on her lower back, holding her right in his left. The band started playing 'My Girl' and he pulled her closer to him. The music surrounded them and it was like they were in their own little bubble. He looked at her like she hung the moon and she was convinced it was a dream.

Bucky leaned forward and whispered in her ear "I'm real, promise."

She pulled away embarrassed "Oh my God I can't believe I said that out loud. I've just never met anyone who treated me like you do."

Bucky pulled her back into him "Well, you ain't seen nothin yet so get used to it. You're stuck with me now." He checked his watch "We should probably get going soon, it's a couple of hours to the Hamptons."

Y/N nodded and felt her face heat up thinking about what kind of adventures this weekend at the beach might bring.

She felt fluttering in her stomach, that tingling at her core and a sudden dampness, hoping that Bucky didn't notice. She realized he did when he took a deep breath and looked at her hungrily.

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Bucky Takes You On A Picnic Date 🧺

You'd been having a bad day- no weeks, and you were tired and stressed and it really showed.

You weren't snappy or anything, just exhausted.

And Bucky noticed, oh he noticed everything.

He noticed that instead of taking your favorite scenic route to the park every Thursday to run, you came home right away from work to rest.

He noticed instead of you going to your sister's house every Tuesday to visit her and your niece, you called over the phone to check in on them.

And finally, Bucky noticed how you never really seemed to have your energetic spunk anymore. You were so good at masking exhaustion that he almost thought he was being overly skeptical... almost.

So he did what any boyfriend/husband (y'all imagine what u want) would do. He arranged an amazing picnic date for the two of you. He had called your boss the day before and asked him to give you the rest of the week off, and your boss being the nice guy he was..he did- with pay!

"Hey- yeah- I know that I just- HOLD ON! Tony c'mon y/n needs a break and I think we both know that."

"Fine, and I'm only paying her because we both know how hard she works. Also I'm afraid she'll kick my ass when she comes back if I don't."

When you came home on Friday, not knowing it was your last day for an entire week, you laid down on the couch..only to find Bucky doing something weird in the kitchen.

"Buck-? You ok over there baby?"

"Uh- yeah doll just- OW. Just cleaning-!" He was trying to get the picnic basket you loved so much from the top of the cupboard..which also harbored a mess of metal pans that kept falling on his head.

He got the basket eventually

On Saturday you woke up to a very lovely surprise.

One, you felt very relaxed.. probably because you slept in.

Two, Bucky was all dressed up...sexy shirt and jeans that fit him in all the right places.

"Bucky? Why are you all dressed up?" You chuckled

"Doll, go get dressed quick. I have a surprise for you but we have to be there soon, ok?" He said as he guided you out of bed.

"I- wait where are we-?"

"No questions sweets."

You had dressed pretty accordingly to him, just a nice cozy summer dress and some ballet flats. You put on some lipstick and came out all ready to go- wherever the hell you were going.

"You look gorgeous sweetheart, c'mon now."

When you got there you couldn't believe your eyes...like actually couldn't.

It was the most beautiful garden you'd ever seen and the setting was so freaking romantic.

There was a pretty big blanket set on the grassy ground, flowers everywhere and this beautiful archway and holy crap that's the picnic basket you thought you lost!!!

"Bucky..I- oh my god I love you!" You said running into his arms and quite literally never wanting to let go.

"Love you too babydoll, so much."

You and Bucky had gone on many picnics before but you'd never been here...he probably found this when going out to the shop or something.

"Bucky? How did you find this place? .. It's just so beautiful."

He scratched the back of his neck and chuckled.

"I uhm- have a specific shop I go to for my plums and uhm I found this on the way." He blushed

You giggled and rested on him, this was perfect...he was perfect.

You both shared lots of kisses that day, and yes the food was amazing.

As for the rest of the week off...you and Bucky had a great time.

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A/N: Omg you guys this is my time to shine and show off my ✨photography✨ Btw this is what I imagine Bucky and y/n's new picnic spot looking like. This what is botanical garden I think-

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