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womp-womp-chomp-chomp · 2 months
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Sam coming home to find Bucky watching strange unsolved mysteries: whatcha doing?
Bucky, watching intently: seeing how many of these was me.
Sam: …how many did you find so far?
Bucky: around 8, I’m still not sure about the one.
Sam: 😨
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flumet · 2 months
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Winter Soldier Bucky falls for Tony who he was supposed to kill.
"You thawed my frozen heart and made me feel alive again"
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gaysindistress · 11 months
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When Night Comes- masterlist
pairing: Mob!Vampire!Bucky Barnes x reader
status: complete
warnings: drug use (smoking weed), mob!Bucky, cursing, vampires, werewolves, gangs/crime, death, smutty moments, violence, angst, fluff, mentions of sex, murder, slow burn, smut, violence, weapons. Each chapter will have it’s own warnings as well and please read at your own risk!
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18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED
disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest
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part 1
part 2
part 3
part 4
part 5
part 6
part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Part 13
Part 14
Part 15
Part 16
Part 17
Part 18
Yelena mood board
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stuckymonkey · 6 months
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WEEK 1
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Day 1: car sex (steve rogers)
Day 2: anal (stucky)
Day 3: bondage (bucky x reader)
Day 4: oral (bucky x sam x nat)
Day 5: innocence (stucky x reader)
Day 6: spanking (steve x nat x reader)
Day 7: forced orgasm (dark!steve x reader)
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ravenirene · 1 year
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Steve and natasha always running their hands through sharon and buckys hair
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sebstan2020 · 3 months
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The Rise Of Hydra
Summary: Being the President’s daughter hasn’t always been easy. Constantly having someone over your shoulder, rarely getting a minutes privacy except for being in bedroom and it wasn’t any different for Violet. Not to mention working as a junior doctor which was stressful enough. But things were about to turn more difficult for her. With Hydra rising once again, planning to take over the country and rule it the way they wanted it to be, Violet finds herself caught between the war and a hostage to their secret weapon, the Winter Soldier.
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
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*Open starter
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"Don't look at me like that. I wouldn't have done it, if I had another choice."
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Some Bucky barnes appreciation
( I do not own any of these I found them on Pinterest, I do not know who made them but I felt like sharing)
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callmekanytime · 1 year
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Bucky Barnes 🫶🏻
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pericreatesstuff · 6 months
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Bucky (pre-war) constantly searching the alleys every time he leaves his house, just in case Steve is getting the shit beaten out of him in one of them.
Bucky (pre-war) accidentally saving crap loads of other people getting the crap beaten out of them/being threatened in general in said alleys.
Bucky (pre-war) being the first known 'vigilante'.
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yoursecrett · 2 years
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Caught in the mirror…
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womp-womp-chomp-chomp · 8 months
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Bucky Barnes as text messages pt. 2
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Clint you and Bucky Stuck in a quinnjet during the holidays (ill think of a better name)
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@hawkeyes-queen requested a specific holiday one with Clint and reader and Bucky. I tried to include everything you asked for. It's my first time writing for Clint so yea... I hope you like it.
Comments and reblogs welcome no reposting no publishing no translating.
Fluffy slight mention of loss of family/parents and injury. And a dead squirrel- don't ask. 18+ just in case but yea thats about it .
"Were you able to get through? "
"Yea" Clint sighs. "At least Nat is there."
"At least you don't have to wear that ugly sweater."
"Hey my kids made that sweater. And its ugly that's the whole point."
I was the of the only people outside of the avengers who knew clint had a family. They took pity on me, well rather his wife apprently after they had found out I basically didn't have a family Just because of life. Outside of other training I had approached him to learn about the bow and arrow.
"You wanna try Steve again?"
"No, besides Bucky is. Why do you keep asking me about Steve?"
"Because he kept asking me about you"
I confided in Clint a lot I felt like I could trust him and a lot of people I couldn't. So I'd gone to him for advice for a few things. Ok a bunch and his wife for girl stuff that Nat didn't know about.. He said he was more than happy to be my ipso facto family especially given the fact I had taken to the bow like a fish to water asomething that almost no other avenger incicutive agents had done. And also almost immediately hit the target. Which is exactly why he requested me for the mission. It was supposed to be in and out and he wanted another eye in the sky precision with a weapon that didn't cause noise.
"He likes you"
"No he likes that I just don't rely on hand to hand and guns." Thats only why I got so high so fast- talent and an Avenger likes you I'm not ashamed of it either. I'm taking every opportunity and as I see it I impressed him.
"Sure and he just stares at your ass because he's worried about your posture." Bucky chimes in walking over.
"That makes no sense Bucky. "
"That's exactly my point."
"You talk to Steve?"
"Yea says Hi so why didn't you want to talk to him."
"I did I tried to call." Getting defensive why I don't know
"He said you hung up"
"It was the signal- God I hate Tony so much right now."
"Why I thought you didn't like Steve?
"Because I want to be back home. Wallowing in my loser life" I gritted through my teeth
"We're not going to find you on a bridge are we"
"And give Tony the satisfaction of having to call him an angel no thanks"
"What are you two talking about?"
"It's a wonderful Life"
"So why are you concerned about her on a bridge?"
"No, It's a movie there a man on the bridge he was going to jump but an angel shows him how bad people's life would be in he didn't exist."
"So what were your Christmas traditions?" Clint asks.
It was something you never discussed with Clint he thought it was a sad subject for you something you never opened up about but once you said your birthday was never celebrated he had backed off... and made sure you had a nice one.
But since everyone was miserable here he thought he'd ask. He wasn't exactly going to ask Bucky as his last 70 years of being a brainwashed soilder probably included killing people probably didn't include presents and caroling
"Nothing."
"Nothing? No traditions not even opening up a present on Christmas even or getting a picture with Santa?"
"Nope. My parents weren't one for Christmas"
"Why" Bucky asked. Usually even if family didn't do birthday they usually didn't skip Christmas
"I'm Jewish" you shrugged.
"And now I understand." Clint answered and we all laughed a bit.
"If you ever want to come over and light candeles one day or 8...." it was something Buxky didn't speak about wither but now that he knew.....
You looked at Bucky and he smiled.
Clint was lost and lost in thought about the situation that was pressing and has been for a few weeks. More than a few.
"Buck you hungrey?" Clint nudges his head to the side
"Uh yea I am"
"Let's go get some rations"
"Don't worry about asking me boys I can get there myself even though you're going and didn't bother to even ask."
"Oh good" Clint replied "cause I don't care."
You rolled your eyes and then closed them. You weren't hungrey just appreciating the cold floor to sooth your muscles.
"Ok we gotta get those two together." Clint was over this song and dance. And what better time besides Christmas or Hanukkah for that matter. Ok Valentines day but thats a backup.
"Something tells me there's no dance halls I can send her and Steve to." Buck was used to the 40s still and was out of practice and Steve was still well Steve. If the serum enhances everything it definitely had to effect his shyness in women
"Uh no. How was Steve with Mistletoe?"
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"You're kidding right. "
"Well I have an idea."
"Steve is comming to get us right"
"Yea he hasn't really celebrated holiday anything since well yea he volunteered."
Buck remembered he tried to get Steve to join in on his family celebrations after he lost his mother but he never took it. But bucky loved the holiday season. He'd always try and get his sister a little hair comb or necklace. He loved seeing her smile. No one had a lot of money during the depression, so it was usually one present for each, but thats what made the holidays special him and his family knew how to make the most out of the least. His sister always did the same. When she was little it had started with drawn pictures- what do you want from a kid. But it was on old homework assignment Bucky had. It had Bucky protecting her and a second one with thier mom and dad and maybe Bucky doing whatever he was into that year and then when She gotten older she was more creative. She had found a hat being thrown out for the tear in it. But she had cleaned it and was able to stick up the hole by embroidering a B with strings she found. Bucky loved that hat. She was young when she made it it wasnt a masterpiece but he had held onto it. He made a mental note to finally take it back from the Smithsonian. He missed it.
He missed Sarah Rogers bakeries too. Steve drew everyone pictures. Often it was portraits. And expertly done. He could've made money if he wanted to. He should have been able to.
"So I say we turn little miss scrooge there into a giant Mistletoe." Clint's eyes gleamed with mischief
"What?" Bucky still hasn't seen the sprint in stupid ugly outfits.
"Use her jacket And decorate her. It's on the chair and by the time Steve gets here it'l be looking like a Mistletoe tree and shell be forced to wear it and you just push Steve into her and he kisses her. Even on the cheek its a start."
Bucky just stands there blinking "Or we could trap them in a small supply closet and I won't let them out until I hear kissing but I guess yours is more festive."
Bucky runs outside to get tree branches and some berries and leaves that resemble Mistletoe and you lay there taking a nap.
The two of them are laughing thier asses off using tape to tape things on your jacket as you sleep. They also decided to add little d
Festive notes like branches they almost put a dead squirrel on there but rabies... they were definitely loosing thier minds.
Steve had called over the intercom link
That he was close to rescuing the three agents from the broken down quintet.
You still layed there peacefully with your eyes closed. Bucky kept looking at your chest to make sure you were actually breathing you were so still. You reminded him of his sister at times. Especially lying there. There was one time his sister did the same, but was lying in Steve's arms hurt. Sbe skinned your knee once because some mean kids pushed her so while Bucky pummeled them Steve comfort her. But Bucky was close enough to hear what was being said. Steve said people were being mean saying she were too weak to play ball with the boys. And Steve held her when she were crying and said "They say the same thing to me"
"But you still play ball"
"Because I'm not weak and you aren't either. Sometimes things like ball take practice and other times people are better than other but everyone can play."
Bucky remembered that so clearly for some reason. Maybe because it was around the holidays and she had given Steve, whom whe called Stevie a kiss under mistletoe that year, which Bucky saw and for a split second he was seriously considering pummeling his best friend to a pulp
It made Bucky a little homesick and a bit blue. He decided he was going to go visit his parents and sisters and then go to something for some kids. To make em smile and maybe spar with Steve to try and pummel him to a pulp.
Bucky nudged you to wake up with his foot and you let out a scream that was heard throughout the jet and over the comm.
"What happened whats going on?"
"I don't- I think uh um." Clint turned around spooked as well. His stomach dropped as he froze for a moment.
"Whose hurt"
"Rodgers theres three of us does Bucky scream like that?"
"Shit what happened"
"Language," Clint let out a chuckle to cover the worry in his voice.
"I'm serious Barton"
"I dont know she's been asleep most of the time"
"Most of the - great ok only 6 hours then. No one thought to check on her?"
"Bucky went to pick her up but the minute he put his hands on her."
"Ow ownow ow don't don't touch me please just don't" you pleaded.
The two men didn't realize how much you had injured yourself on the mission
"What hurts?"
"My toes"
"Your toes?"
"Your toes?" Clint echoed
"Yea they're the only thing that doesn't hurt. "
"Did you fall?" Bucky was trying to put the peices together while Clint was talking to Steve about landing sites and what needed to go now or could wait until later since you were obviously hurt and neither
"Sorta"
"How do you sort of fall?"
"A tree branch broke my fall" not an entire lie just it was a very small thin Charlie brown tree branch and by fall ur foot fell on the ground...when you stepped on said ground...
"Why didn't you say something"
"Adrenaline... shock... trying to ignore it and as still as possible and it worked until someone touched me."
"The cargo bay door opened and Steve instantly found your laying form on the floor"
Leaning down to your level
"Hey so we gotta get you gotta here and into the quinnJet"
"I'm in a quinn jet"
"One the works"
"Mnnn no Steve"
"Hey I got you," he said in a soft voice. "I'll be gentle, I promise." He gave you a small smile.
You groaned in pain. At being slightly lifted
"See not too bad I'll take you to the other quinnjet Buck get her a blanket will ya."
Bucky felt so bad there he and Clint were having fun while you were miserable. Thier ideas of setting you two up fell to the waist side completely forgotten.
"It's pretty cold out ok?"
You looked up at him with widened innocent doe eyes
"Ok" you responded in a smallish voice
And boy was he NOT kidding it was freezing you were really regretting this right now.
Steve went to place you down on the biobed
"No no no no." Please don't just dont make me move
"Sweetheart we gotta know whats wrong." Steve was ever so gentle even with his voice.
"I'll be ok until we get back to the tower just don't let go please Steve I'm fine I just I'll be fine enough to get home please.I know I will please?"
The tears filled your eyes. "Trust me. Were a team right we need to trust eachother"
Steve gave in. But to be fair he sorta gave in the minute you wanted to stay in his arms. The tears were a tipping point.
He held you ever so gently and stroaking your hair on the ride home.
"Why didn't you say something to them."
"I was sleeping Steve"
" I heard you scream I-"
"I'll be ok Can I sleep. "
"It's an 6 hour flight honey I really want to get you-"
"No Steve trust me that's not an issue. Just hold me"
"Ok"
He placed a soft kiss on your head.
"Get some rest you hungry though?"
"No just tired."
"Have some water a bite of a protein bar. Please."
"Come on you're kidding it can't hurt its like be 12 hours without food or water you want to be stuck in the infirmary over the holidays?" Clint provoked you. He knew you didn't. You had a practiced the perfect gingerbread house to load it up.
Bucky had helped give you some water and a protein drink as Steve held you.
Bucky and Clint were talking about the snow storm and navigation when they happened to see the reflection of Steve kissing your head in the mirror
"Did you?"
"Are they? "
"He's probably just trying to comfort her that's all it is you know how she is she loves hugs." Barton was regreatting his plan and already resigned to not going to be able to handle when Lila was a teenager
"He can handle with women who are hurt," Bucky's head cocked. "He's always been soft like that."
And so you slept in his arms most of the flight you were tired and Steve was always cozy and his heart beat had the perfect rhythm like a soothing clock. He was also humming I'll be home for Christmas even though he knew you were Jewish its not like there's a romantic Hanukkah song out there.
Around 3 hours in Bucky walked back to you and Steve as Clint was at the controls though the bad snow storm.
"Hey how's she doing."
"Terrified to be moved Buck how come you didn't notice?"
"Well I we - He knows her better."
"She said nothing and just laid there I thought it was because we asked her about holiday things. You know how she gets." Clint said
"Yea" Steve said with some sorrow knowing exactly how it feels being an orphan. Everyone is at some point but sometimes it happens when you're old enough to not have the legality of needing a guardian but too young to be ok on your own….. When that happens and you don't have anyone there... it's even worse.
Clint was thinking that too. He had learned about that and Nat trusted you and he did trust you too so after seeing you so upset, even though you hid it well he saw, everytime people brought up holidays plans to the point you'd sometimes leave the room he had a discussion with Laura and that was that you were an unofficial official Barton.
He was looking forward to the ugly Christmas sweaters the family did. The kids made you a star one it was more pretty than ugly they always do ugly sweater party and a gingerbread contest of who can make the craziest gingerbread house without it collapsing- even if it ended in a super fueled family. And making cookies for Santa. You loved being able to help Clint and Laura put presents under the tree for the kids. It was something you never did but he senses it was more than that more than- it was like you were apart of his family. Like you were his little sister he helped raise or his own child. He dreaded having to tell his kids you were hurt and couldn't come this year. Nat and Laura could help him tell them but still for the past 5 years you'd been a staple in thier family around the holidays It wouldn't be the same without you. You were his family as much as anyone else.
Getting close to the tower Steve woke up gentle by stroaking your cheek and softly kissing you on your temple. You blinked you eyes open and saw him sweetly looking down at you and smiling. For a moment you forgot where you were, outside of Cap's, no outside of Steve's arms that is.
"We're about to dock sweetheart. I got you. His hold on."
The quinjet docked less than a minute later and the cargo bay door opened
The med team was waiting and you felt so bad.
"Actually,"
You sat up and sort of jumped out if Steve's arms as much you could considering the , gentle hold he had on you "I'm good." leaving the three men in shock
"Please," you looked at Bucky and Clint "I was not going wear that monstrosity that you considered putting a dead squirrel on."
"You mean-"
"She just-"
"Damn-"
"She needs to spend less time with Natasha."
"Steve are we sparring tonight or what?" You winked.
"We're shipping out in a few-" Clint yelled out "It's like I already have an adult teenage child." He murmured to himself.
"Oh right shit Steve I need some help with something" you had to get all the presents carried and why do it when Steve can? And you can stare at his biceps as he is holding everything at once
Steve jogged up to meet you. Besids he had a bone to pick.
"You scared the shit out if me I thought I'd be spending the whole night in sickbay with you or worse"
"Nope. They wanted us to kiss. I had to do something. Otherwise they had a bad plan"
"What?"
"Yep."
"Why?"
"Apprently you talked too much about me to Clint!" You pinched him
"Well how else am I supposed to figure out a gift?"
"Ask me what I want you dumbell"
Steve stopped you in the hallway.
"What do you want?"
"A kiss." You smile.
"Well that I can give you right now."
Clint decided there and then he was going to lock Lila up until she was 50 years old. If he can't handle you kissing a boy, Captain America the probably nicest and most respectful guy on the earth, he's never going to be able to handle Lila and boys. Nope. He was going to lock her in her room after Christmas. He was considering even locking you in there too.
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gaysindistress · 10 months
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When Night Come- three
Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?
pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader
warnings: cursing, Jessica being Jessica (we love and hate her)
word count: 3.5k
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For the most part, the week had gone by smoothly. Only minor behavioral issues with the kids at work and even fewer tantrums from their parents. Bucky hadn’t made an appearance at pick up but that was to be expected since he rarely had in the past. However, a part of her wanted him to. Sunny may have told Jessica that she wanted nothing to do with Mr. Sexy but after going through the texts between him and who he thought was her, a part of her wanted him to talk to her the way he had in those messages. His charm was undeniable, after all, he was known as the flirt of Brooklyn but knowing those messages were meant for her and she only stirred something in her even if she didn’t want to admit it. In the past she would’ve dropped everything for a man like him, giving into him the first time he’d asked her out for dinner but with time and horrible experiences, she’d built a resistance to that part of her. Still, it egged her on, leading her to indulge in short-lived daydreams of what could be. One thing stood in the back of her mind throughout the week though; how high had she been to convince herself that she’d seen a fang when Peter was talking or only feel cold when Bucky touched her? Yelena kept her distracted though from overthinking it all.
She thought it was hilarious that she had gotten the wrong message even if she didn’t know what her original message should have been. The conversations between the two girls were less flirty and more casual, like a friendship with hidden feelings was developing. The attraction was there for both of them but Sunny guessed that Yelena knew about her date with Bucky so Yelena had chosen to back off. Admirable, yes but only one of them could ultimately continue to date her and her rational side, begging the romantic to let it be Yelena, the drop-dead gorgeous woman who could make her laugh at the stupidest things. 
Jessica, sweet Jessica is no help either as she’s caught up with Peter once again, having gotten sucked into his hurricane of a personality. Having asked Sunny to keep an eye on her and make sure she didn’t fall back into his hands, she’d practically pleaded with her more sensible friend to go out for dinner to take her mind off of it. The rather fancy restaurant is not the place two women should be talking about the size of an ex’s dick but alas Jessica did so without a second care and a glass of merlot in her hand. 
“It’s definitely a grower but he acts like it’s 10 inches or some shit which wouldn’t even fit in reality,” the woman who passes by the table on her way to the bathroom makes a horrified gasp when she hears the crude words.
“It’s honestly so embarrassing, more for him than me because homeboy acts like a real fucking Chad.”
“Jess keep your voice down,” Sunny tells her, snickering from behind her own wine glass, “You’re going to get us kicked out.”
“They can all get fucked, I’m in pain and in need of some expensive sushi and wine to ease my agony.”
“Spoken like a true woman of class,” Sunny says, setting her glass back on the table, “But let’s be real here; are you going to let him back in or are you done with him for good now?”
Jessica shrugs slightly, the chandelier’s light bouncing off the chain strap of her top, “I want to but something keeps pulling me back in and no it’s not his dick. There’s a Peter that I can’t get to but I know he’s there, a version of him that’s not such a douchebag.”
“Are we sure that’s even possible or is this wishful thinking?” “I know, I know, I don’t have great taste in men and we both already know how terrible he can be but I’m telling you Sun, he can be such a sweet guy.”
Sunny half-heartedly hums partly because she’s overhearing about Peter and because the sushi she’s eating is just that good she forgot her train of thought. If hearing about him means more of this divine sushi, then she’s glad to sit and be the wall that Jessica tells all of her troubles. 
“Earth to Sunny,” Jessica waves her hand in front of her face, “Did you hear what I said?”
“Shit no, I’m sorry. I got distracted by my food, what did you say?”
She gives her a skeptical look before glancing over her shoulder, “Don’t make it obvious but look behind you. Is that who I think it is?”
“How the hell am I supposed to do that?” she asks as she’s getting ready to turn around but Jessica stops her with a hand on hers.
“Never mind, I think they’re going to walk past us, and don’t freak out, I’m serious.”
“What? Why would I…” the words die on her tongue when that damned cologne and honeyed voice waltz past their table with a woman wrapped around his form. The woman, who’s wearing a very low-cut dress, makes a show out of gently hitting Bucky’s chest as she laughs obnoxiously at something he no doubt whispered in his ear. He’s, of course, wearing that dazzling smile anyone would want to see every time they go to sleep and wake up. Whether or not he sees either woman is a mystery because he makes no attempt to say hi or even stop as he leads his date past their table. While they’re seemingly having a grand time, Sunny’s heart drops at the scene before her as her eyes dart to a very pissed-off Jessica. Something about the whole scene feels with her unease but she brushes it off as anger and maybe jealousy. 
“Please tell me I’m going blind because I didn't just see that,” she scoffs, still holding tightly onto her friend’s hand, “At least have some decorum if you’re going to parade around with gold diggers, Jesus Christ. Oh my god, Sun I’m so sorry.”
“No no, it’s uh….” her words are dying again as she blinks rapidly trying to come back to reality, “It’s fine. We’re not together or anything, we haven’t even gone out yet so it’s not like… it’s not like we’re exclusive. He can… ya know.”
Jessica grips her hand tighter to draw her attention to her, “Say the word and I’ll fight a bitch.”
“It’s whatever, seriously,” she offers a sad smile, “Let’s just forget about it. Please.”
“Of course,” she removes her hand and goes back to eating while ranting about her boy problems. 
Meanwhile, the hole that Sunny feels doesn’t shrink no matter how much wine or sushi she consumes. No amount of Tinder profiles shoved into her face can erase the sight of Bucky flirting so openly with that woman. She tries to convince herself that she shouldn’t care because like she said herself, they are not together. He does not owe her exclusivity no matter how pretty his words are. They haven’t even gone on their date yet so again, she has no reason to feel the green rage of jealousy or the blue wave of insecurity that threatens to crash over her but she still does. The romantic in her is crying over broken Valentine’s Day hearts with her makeup smeared while the logic in her is rolling her eyes and setting fire to whatever feelings she has left for Bucky. 
She quietly excuses herself to go to the bathroom which unfortunately requires her to pass by the table he’s at with that woman and another person she can’t see. Against her better judgment, she looks. She looks at that table and makes the briefest of eye contact with the man she wants to burn the world for and because of. However, when she does catch his blue eyes, they are devoid of any emotion and she tells herself that it’s because he didn’t recognize her rather than the alternative as she fumbles to close and lock the bathroom door. Her hands tremble as she grips her phone with white knuckles, back to the cold metal door. It buzzes, startling her and she drops it with a gasp as her heart tries to pound out of her ribcage and into her throat. 
“U good?” - Jessica 
“Jesus, get ahold of yourself,” she whispers to herself. Bending down to pick up her phone, she contemplates her choices regarding their date; the romantic is screaming for her to just go out with him and forget all about it. Once again her logic kicks in and she’s typing before she even realizes it. 
“Can’t make it Friday. Sorry.”
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Another truly aggravating laugh rings through Bucky’s ears when his phone vibrates in his pants pocket. Aside from the fact that he can’t stand to be around Lycan in general, this woman is the prime example of why he hates them. Steve flashes a very forced smile at whatever the woman said, trying his hardest to not ruin the deal that’s almost closed. The woman is completely oblivious, or at least pretends to not care about both men’s frustration with her, and continues to make jokes at the wait staff’s expense. Bucky pulls his phone out, giving Steve a silent signal to continue the conversation if this can even be considered one. Upon reading the fatal message, his jaw muscle feathers to not lose his cool even more. Years of practicing his self-control in other areas have led him to be able to starve off the allure of allowing the other side of him to make an appearance. Rather than damage the already fragile relationship, he doesn’t respond right away and instead messages Yelena. 
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Yelena’s habit of getting on his nerves is growing out of hand however she’s irreplaceable and Steve might actually kill him if anything happened to her. She is, after all, the little sister to one of their close friends, and her sister made it very clear that if anything bad happened to her, there would be hell to pay. Even so, having her tail Sunny gave her that much more ammo when it came to teasing him, and adding in the fact that she, too, was interested in her made things even more frustrating but what’s a little friendly competition? 
The unbearable woman at the table seemed to think that any woman within a fifty-foot radius of the table is a threat to whatever sick daydream she has concocted where she has a chance with Bucky. The way she belittles the poor server and makes lewd comments about other people in the restaurant is enough to make both Steve and Bucky want to rip her throat out even if it might kill them. Regardless they still have a business deal to close even if their skin is crawling while doing so. 
Bucky slips his phone back into his pants and leans back in the booth, “Juliette, I need that name you promised.”
“Awe Baby, I thought we were having fun! Why’d you have to go and ruin it with business talk?” she says whilst trying to sneak her hand over his knee. 
Steve clears his throat loudly, disrupting whatever foul plan she had, “I believe we agreed that this meeting is strictly professional. Give us the name and we’ll see what we can offer in exchange.”
“Now that isn’t going to work for me,” she rolls her shoulders back, dramatically pushing out her chest, “I need reassurance that nothing is going to happen to me if I rat out my boss.”
“That depends on if we get the name we’re looking for. You’re a smart girl, you know how these things work.”
She rolls her eyes at his words before letting out a considerable sigh, “Her name is Alix, with an I, Wright. She’s the big boss out of California you’re looking for and if I were you two, I would give her what she wants. She’s the type of person you want working with you, not against you.”
“And what is it that she wants?” She snorts like the dog she is, “I’m not telling you that until you tell me what I get out of this.”
“A ticket out of the country.”
“Not good enough.” “Europe?”
“Only if this man here,” her hand finds Bucky’s knee again, “can come with me.”
“No. What does Alix want?” He can’t hide his contempt now as he pushes her hand off roughly. 
“Fine,” her eyes flash gold for a second, returning to their usual green in moments, “She’s looking for a Y/N L/N. Rumor has it she’s an ex and she wants her back but that’s all I know. There’s a photo floating around but I haven’t seen it.”
“Can you get it?” 
“I could but I’m not going to. I like being alive so I’m not going to risk it any more than I already have.”
“You should be more concerned about the people in this room. Get us the photo and you’ll get your plane ticket.”
“No no no. That’s not what we agreed on. You got your name and now I get my ticket. The photo wasn’t a part of the agreement,” she tries to reason with the mob bosses in front of her who are looking at her as if she’s a part of the menu.  
“Things change and we need the photo as well so get it to us and we can discuss your ticket,” Bucky says as he and Steve stand up, “Don’t call until you have it. My time is valuable so don’t waste it.”
With that, they exit the restaurant and leave the woman fuming at the table, disgusting pheromones from her anger rolling off of her. 
Bucky’s nose wrinkles at the smell that has no doubt clung to his clothes as he pulls out his phone the moment they settle into the car. Steve briefly glances over at him, “Want to tell me what happened back there?”
He doesn’t answer right away, too engrossed in whatever is on his phone. It takes Steve calling his name a few times as they pull away from the curb to get his attention. 
“What changed in the restaurant?” “It’s complicated.”
“I highly doubt that.”
A moment passes. 
Bucky’s phone vibrates again in his lap and yet another crestfallen look takes over his face. 
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“I didn’t know she was going to be there. She saw us with Juliette and canceled our date tomorrow night.”
“And?”
“And Yelena just confirmed that she’s actually Y/N L/N.”
“Ah, I see. That does complicate things,” he says whilst checking his mirrors before merging into a new lane, “Look, we both know how dangerous Alix Wright can be but we’ll do what we can to protect Sunny, Y/N, or whatever she chooses to go by. As for your canceled date, I think you owe her some flowers and an explanation.”
“Yeah, Yelena already lectured me about it.”
“Are you going to?”
Upon not hearing a response, he glances over and sees that Bucky has his phone to his ear with an annoyed look. 
“Not answering your call?”
His answer; is a short groan when the voicemail answers again instead of the woman. Against his better judgment, the slight desperation kicks in as he remembers the almost kiss they had at Yelena’s party. The thought of having blown his one shot to get to know her controls him as he texts her. Even if she leaves him on read, it’s still something, anything to prove that she might give him a second chance. However, he isn’t so lucky as she continues to ignore his calls and leaves his texts on delivered. His only lifeline to her is Yelena and she has the perfect opportunity to sweep her off of her feet. Well, he does have another person but Jessica is very adamant in her dislike for him as is evident in her texts to him. 
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“Jess being helpful?” Steve asks. 
“Not in the slightest,” he drops his phone down, “And the worst part is that I know where she lives but I can’t just send shit over without it giving off…”
“Stalker vibes,” Steve finishes his sentence for him, “You’d think after two centuries you’d get better at courting people.”
“Yeah well, shit does change over time so it’s not like I can just show up with flowers and not have her worry for her safety.”
“Have you thought about it how it’s all going to work? She’s human so eventually she’s going to notice something is up when you don’t eat or age.”
“That’s assuming she’ll give me the time of day after this,” his nose wrinkled in disgust again when the Lycan’s smell fills the air once more, “Jesus I’m going to have to burn this suit. She must have scented me.”
“You think? She was all over you,” Steve coughs out, rolling down the windows so they can finally stop inhaling the traitorous air. 
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“Oh my god, he won’t leave you alone! He just keeps calling and texting and then calling again. It’s soooo annoying,” Jessica sighs as she tosses the phone off to the side and hugs Sunny closer to her side of the couch. 
She doesn’t say anything, only hiding her face a little more into Jessica’s side while half-watching whatever stupid movie was on. Negative thoughts and questions consume her as she second-guesses everything. Was he actually flirting with her? Did she misread the texts? Was he really trying to kiss her at the party? When he said she was beautiful, was that him or her imagination filling in the gaps? Why the fuck didn’t she remember feeling the heat of his body when he was holding her? Her friend’s nails tapping away at a phone screen brings her consciousness forward through the storm of emotions inside. 
“What are you saying?” “Oh, ya know ‘fuck off, leave her alone,’ that kind of stuff.”
“What is HE saying?” “The usual bullshit about how you need to talk and he needs to explain but take it from me, it’s all a bunch of lies to just gaslight you into forgiving and forgetting. Don’t fall for it, Sun, no matter how good his dick is.”
Scoffing she pulls away from Jessica and curls up into the corner of the couch, hugging her arms and a blanket around her. Her phone appears in her peripheral but she just shakes her head, “I don’t want it.” 
“Can I keep messing with him then?” “No just leave it. We still have to see him and I don’t want it to be too awkward.”
“That ship sailed when he decided to be a player…”
Sunny cut her off, “Please, I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
She may not be able to see the intense roll eye of Jessica’s but she can certainly feel it when the tension starts to bubble under their skin, threatening to be released at any moment. Sure they are good friends and they had been for almost as long as Sunny had been in New York but Jessica didn’t know the first thing about her old life or who she really was, the world she came from. Being around so many painfully naïve humans did drain her from time to time but it was refreshing given the alternative. The thought of even being in the presence of a Lycan again made her stomach churn and her skin crawl. The unsettling feeling she felt at the restaurant suddenly makes sense; that woman had been a Lycan and dread fills her body at the idea that Lycan was in New York still AND Bucky seemed to be a little too friendly with one. Something spurs her to start questioning Jessica without any forethought, “Jess does Peter have sharp teeth?”
“Girl, what the fuck kind of question is that?”
She pushes herself out of the corner just enough to look at her friend squarely, “Are Peter’s canines sharp?”
“Umm,” Jessica’s voice is full of confusion as she shifts in her spot, “Yeah but aren’t everyone's?”
“But were they sharper than they should be?”
“I don’t know. Why are you asking me?”
“Never mind, forget about it,” with defeat, she drops back into her corner albeit Jessica is still confused about her abrupt and strange line of questions. 
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just ask me that and order us some ice cream. The usual?”
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Peter, struggling with homework: "Ughhhh, just end me already, let me perish, I have no desire to live anymore."
Ned, fellow student: "Bro, fr same"
MJ also fellow student: "Let's get the bleach."
Steve, understanding fatalistic humour: "It's under the sink."
Bucky, his bff: "Pff, do it with class, will you? Jump out of the highest tower."
Loki, honorary gen z, also attempted to jump off a bridge: "That's not class! Stab yourself, much more dramatic."
Tony, concerned parent: "Can you please stop incouraging them?"
Shuri, fellow gen z: "Look at this boomer!"
Nat, who is good at blending in: "Look at him having will to live left, and not sharing it."
Thor, traumatised by Loki's suicide attempt: "Please refrain from harming yourself!"
Clint, used to Nat: "Yeah, we're not cleaning it up."
Bonus: Bruce looking very concerned
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ravenirene · 2 years
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Mcu stans sad over the possible mcu sambucky breakup w bucky being part of the thunderbolts/working with walker
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While comic sam just chilling w his metal arm bf and his metal arm gf
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Pls Bucky...
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Sam got a type and it shows. 5'9, dark hair/eyes, always got a gun on them, and metal arms ofc
Art by happymodok on twt
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