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wlntrsldler · 4 years

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Fine Line (Bucky Barnes Falling Series)

A/N: This is the sequel to Falling. This will be the second installment to my Falling (Bucky Barnes) Series. I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT!

PROMPT: Bucky has been distant lately. Y/N doesn’t know why.

WARNING: slight mature content but not in detail, ANGST, SADNESS, fluff

FALLING | FINE LINE | SHE

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“Nat, I’m begging you,” Bucky pleaded, getting on his knees in front of his teammate. “Tell me where Y/N went.”

Nat pitied him. It hurt to see him so broken, begging for her to tell him where you went, but her loyalty was with you. She promised to you that where you went would stay with her and only her until the grave. “I can’t, Bucky.”

“Nat.” His voice cracked, tears slipping from his eyes. “I don’t know what else to do. Her phone is disconnected. I called everyone she knows. Nobody knows where she is. Nat, please.”

“Get up, Barnes,” She sighed, pulling the soldier by his arms. “Y/N made me promise I wouldn’t say a word. I don’t agree with what she did, running away and leaving you with no trace, but it’s what she wanted. She didn’t want you to all of a sudden start acting like you love her again just because you realized she’s not there anymore.”

“Again? What do you mean again?” Bucky questioned, rising to his feet. He grabbed the hem of his shirt, using it to wipe his nose and the tears on his cheeks. “I never stopped loving her, Nat.”

“You sure have a funny way of showing it.”

“I can explain.”

Nat’s face paled after Bucky’s explanation, realizing that she needed to bring Bucky to you, even if it was the last thing she did. That’s how he ended up in California on your doorstep, with the most panicked look on his face.

You heard the first knock over the loud bass of your breakup playlist. You ignored it, remembering that Nat was the only one who knows where you were and she had you memorize a secret knock for your protection. It was a bit over the top to you, but as an Avenger, she wanted to take safety precautions.

Then a second knock. A third. A fourth.

You pressed pause on your phone and walked over to the door. You looked through the peephole and saw Bucky. You dropped the phone in your hands, not believing your eyes. What the hell was he doing here?

You debated on even opening the door. Leaving Bucky nearly killed you, you almost didn’t do it. It was a shock, a miracle even, that you had the courage to get up and leave. You knew that you were too vulnerable, too in love and too attached, to be able to walk away from him a second time. All it takes is for those beautiful, blue eyes, that you used to wake up to every morning to take one look at you. All it takes is his voice, rough around the edges but soothing, calm, home. All it takes is one touch to reignite the spark that you convinced yourself has burned out between you. That’s all it takes.

You started to back away from the door, having gone through enough breakups in your lifetime to know how it goes. You leave. They beg for you to stay. They promise they’ll change. Things are good for a while. Then they remember why they became distant in the first place. Next thing you know, it’s over all over again. You couldn’t lose Bucky a second time. The first time was painful enough.

“Y/N, please.” His voice croaked out from the other side of the door. “I know you’re in there. Baby please, let me explain.”

You gasped upon hearing his voice. Baby. Your heart broke after hearing how broken he sounded, the way the pet name still rolled off his tongue with such familiarity. it was overwhelming.

“Look, I get it if you don’t want to see me..” Bucky leaned against the door, mumbling into the wood. “But please listen to me. I know I don’t even deserve that, but please, doll. I’m begging you.”

You stayed silent, pressing your ear against the door. Why are you doing this? A part of you knew that no matter what he said, no matter what excuse, you would open the door and fall apart in his arms. It’s Bucky. It’s your Bucky.

“Okay,” He sighed. “In the small chance that you are listening to me, I can explain why I’ve been so distant lately. I was scared, doll. I-I’ve been doing these treatments with Tony that’s supposed to reverse what HYDRA did. In hindsight, it was supposed to diminish the effects of the trigger words on me and I could become Bucky. James, the one that I would tell you about.”

“But it didn’t always work..” He trailed off, staring at his metal hand, a reminder of the monster that he became. Even after HYDRA, he was still suffering. He had lost so much because of the Winter Soldier, he’ll be damned if he loses you too. “Some days it would make me worse. It was a lot of trial and error, I knew that going into it. I couldn’t tell anybody, not even Steve.”

“You don’t understand how badly I wanted to tell you. All those talks about our future, marriage, kids, all of that, suddenly started to feel like it could be a reality instead of just my wildest imagination.” Bucky chuckled. “But the treatment was a push and pull sometimes. Sometimes I’d feel like it was working and I’d be so excited to come home to you and kiss you. God, I miss kissing you.”

You wiped the tears from your face, missing the way his lips felt on yours. They were always chapped but the minute your lips touched, none of it mattered. You’d kiss him even after missions, lips busted and bloody. You’d kiss him in his sleep, pull away and watch the smile cover his face as he started to wake up. You’d kiss him when you were making love, incoherent words of love and affirmation as you both reached your release. You miss kissing Bucky, you truly do.

“Other times, I would lose control over my arm and it would just crush everything in sight. They’ve had to confine me in a cubicle until the symptoms wore off.” Bucky looked down, remembering the painful memories. “Being tortured by HYDRA was painful but this... Y/N, this was something else.”

“I was being tortured by my own self.” He paused, flexing his metal arm. The mechanical whirring made him cringe. “I was fully aware of what I was doing. I was Bucky but my arm was being controlled by someone other than me. Doll, I was so scared. I-if I were to come home, I wouldn’t have had control over hurting you.”

“I couldn’t live with myself, if that happened. If something happened to you, I-” Bucky broke down, voice shaking as he continued his story. “I just couldn’t come home like that.”

You backed away from the door, undoing the locks. You took a deep breath before opening it. Bucky wasn’t expecting it. He fell over once the door he was leaning on, disappeared.

You tried to hold in the giggle that was threatening to escape your throat when you saw the scene in front of you. Bucky, on his face, a hurt expression on his features. He looked up at you and instantly his demeanor changed. Your Bucky.

He smiled, his real smile, despite his glossy, red eyes, He scrambled to get up and face you. Once he was on his feet, he tucked his hands in his front pockets, rocking back and forth. “Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi, Buck.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.”

You couldn’t help it anymore. You wrapped your arms around his torso and buried yourself in his chest. Home. He laughed at the sudden contact, not because of your reaction but because he was genuinely happy. Bucky wrapped his arms around you, picking you up to spin you.

He kicked the front door closed and put you down, breathless from laughing so much. “I missed you.”

You refused to let go of him, your arms still wrapped around him as you looked up to reply. “I missed you more.”

Bucky leaned down and kissed you. You let out a broken cry when you felt his lips move against yours. It’s been too long. You missed this so much. This felt like Bucky. You guys were back.

You two only pulled away from some air, goofy smiles plastered on both of your faces when you did. He connected his forehead with yours, eyes closed, cherishing the moment. Bucky would periodically leave pecks on your cheeks and lips, loving the way you giggled each time he did. He missed your laugh.

“I’m sorry for not listening to your explanation before leaving.” You apologized, genuinely feeling guilty for your actions.

“I don’t blame you.” He admitted, hands finding yours. He played with your fingers, taking extra care with the one in his metal hand. “I’m just so happy you gave me the chance to explain.”

“Didn’t really give me much choice now, didn’t you?” You teased, pulling him back into an embrace. “You show up on my doorstep, two timezones away from where you were.”

“I guess I didn’t.” Bucky kissed the top of your head, letting the scent of your shampoo overtake his senses. That’s all he wanted. To smell you. To touch you. To see you. To taste you. To hear you. You. That’s all he wanted. “I can’t lose my best girl.”

“Always a charmer, Barnes.”

You stared at each other for a moment. There was a shift in the air. For months, both of you were deprived from touch. Bucky was never around and you started to distance from him, neither of you were cruel enough to be touched by someone other than each other. You both knew nobody else could fulfill the touch you both so desperately needed.

Bucky kissed you hungrily, his tongue pushing past your lips. You moaned into his mouth, hands clawing down the front of his body. Your teeth tugged softly at his lips, a weakness of his. He groaned a beautiful sound as you pushed him, ushering him into the bedroom.

You woke up next to Bucky. You almost cried at the sight, not being able to remember the last time you saw this image.

Bucky was shirtless, a blanket barely covering his body, hair sprawled out on the pillow, and his mouth slightly, agape. He looked peaceful. His arm was under you, pulling you into his gravity. You could feel his heart thumping against his chest, a rhythm you could listen to forever.

You leaned over to plant a quick kiss to his lips. You meant for it to be quick but his lips attached themselves to yours. You kissed back, smiling through the sweet exchange of love. You squealed as he pulled you closer to him, bare chests pressing against each other. He continued to kiss you for a few more minutes, not wanting to let go.

“I want to wake up like this everyday.” He muttered, eyes still shut. “Just like this.”

“Your eyes aren’t even open yet so technically you haven’t woken up.”

He opened his eyes slowly, stretching his limbs out in the process. He stared at your face, his smile getting wider when he realizes you’re staring at him. Bucky’s eyes dart down to your exposed chest, a dirty smirk replacing the innocent smile he had on before. “I can wake up like this everyday.”

You smacked him across the chest, laughing at his words. “You dirty man.”

“You’re hot, babe.” He defended, pulling you close to his body again. “Take the compliment.”

You cooed in adoration, loving the way warmth radiated off of his body. “I love you.”

“I love you.” Bucky replied, not missing a beat. His fingers started to draw shapes on the small of your back, not missing the way you shivered under his touch. You were always so responsive, even in the most innocent way. “I love you, so much. I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.”

“You’re not gonna lose me.” You said, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. You placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. “I’m sorry for leaving without giving you a chance to explain. I just thought I already lost you.”

“Never,” He murmured. “I just wanted to become the best version of me for you. You deserve that.”

“James Buchanan Barnes,” You half-scolded, tilting his head down so he could look into your eyes. “You are the man I fell in love with. I will love you even if it’s the worst version of yourself, you hear me? You are a good man. You will never lose that. I will never lose sight of that.”

“How did I get so lucky?”

“I ask myself that too.”

You laid there in silence, enjoying the closeness of your bodies. It’s been too long. Bucky looked down at you, head on his chest and wondered if in this lifetime, he’d be able to truly live. Enjoy the love that he watched his parents have. See the world as a tourist with you by his side. Grow old with you and have children and grandchildren and pets, lots of them. He wondered if life would be kind enough to give him the life he’s been yearning for since before the war. He wondered if the void that he’s been trying to fill was in the shape of you. It sure seemed like it.

He laid there frozen, not wanting to disrupt your rest. Your soft snores made Bucky smile. He wasn’t able to sleep without the white noise that he grew to love. The nights he fell asleep without you next to him were some of the worst nights. He wished you were beside him. He wished that even now with you practically laying on top of him. He wanted you closer to him, if that was even possible.

You began to stir, eyes fluttering open for the second time today. “Let’s make breakfast.”

You untangled yourself from him, instantly regretting it. You already missed Bucky’s body next to yours. You quickly slipped on his t-shirt and tossed his boxers on the bed for him to put on. He slipped it on and ran towards you as you put your hair up in a low ponytail. “You’re gonna have to cook with me on top of you.”

You threw your head back laughing, placing one hand over the arms wrapped around your waist. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Once you guys got to the kitchen, Bucky excused himself to go to the bathroom. You merely nodded, engrossed in the directions behind the box of pancake mix. You started to measure the ingredients, plopping the batter on the pan. You hummed to yourself as you waited for the pancakes to brown around the edges.

“Y/N..” Bucky called from the doorframe of the kitchen.

“Mhm?” You responded, still focusing on the pancake in front of you.

“Turn around.”

“What’s up, Buck? I’m making panca-” You turned around, the half cooked pancake on your spatula. “Oh my God.”

The pancake fell off your spatula, a blob of batter staining the kitchen floor. You covered your mouth with your hands.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N,” Bucky started, raising the velvet box while he was on one knee. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes.” You nodded furiously, rushing over to him to kiss him. He got up, grabbing your face in his hands to deepen the kiss. You pulled away, the smile returning to your face. Bucky’s hands shook as he tried to put the ring on your finger. You both took turns wiping the tears off of each other’s faces. “It’s perfect.”

You two stood there, repeating your declarations of love over and over again. The pancake batter was long forgotten. You admired the ring on your finger and the man you would vow to love forever.

Marrying Bucky seemed too good to be true. The love you two shared was something you swore only existed in the movies.

It was the vast ocean, deep and unexplored. It was scary, intimidating, and you don’t know if you’ll make it out of it alive. It’s risky and overwhelming.

But your love was also the first chirp of a bird that you hear after a heavy thunderstorm, reminding you that everything will be okay. It’s the love that reminds you of the beauty in the ugly.

Your love was the moon and the stars, the sun and the clouds, the dew on the blades of grass, the smell of freshly baked cookies. Your love was everything grand. It was the big picture of life, but it was also the details, so simple, so subtle, but it was yours. It’s your love.

It’s indescribable but it makes sense to the two of you. That’s all that mattered.

Your serene moment was interrupted by a synchronized knock on the door. Nat.

You furrowed your eyebrows, motioning Bucky to follow you to open the door. You looked through the peephole to see a distressed Nat. You quickly undid the locks, Bucky right behind you when you opened the door.

Nat took a look at the two of you, her signature smirk appearing on her face. “Nice to see that you two worked it out.”

“Thanks, Nat.” Bucky said sheepishly, his hand finding your hip bone and giving it a squeeze. “What are you doing here?”

Her smirk dropped from her face, her shoulders falling heavy. “We have a problem.”

“What happened?” You asked, leaning against Bucky.

“Thanos.” She stated, nervousness evident in her voice. “Thanos is coming.”

“Y/N, something happened.”

You looked at Steve, dumbfounded. “Is he hurt?”

“When Thanos snapped his fingers, half of all living creatures vanished,” He started, looking down at his feet. “Bucky... Bucky was one of them.”

You shook your head, not believing his words. You repeated the words, “No, that’s not true. “Steve, where is he?” “How do we get him back?” You sobbed violently, Nat having to wrap her arms around you to muffle your cries.

Your head was propped up on Nat’s shoulder, giving you the perfect view of the dimly lit bathroom where you were before Nat and Steve arrived. Your mind thought back to the two small lines you saw on the test. Positive.

You fell apart in her embrace, still not coming to terms with the information they delivered.

Bucky’s not around anymore.

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regulusirius · 5 years

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Forgotten

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plot: It’s Bucky’s birthday and she forgot something important

pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

word count: 484

warning: angst

a/n: whoa I haven’t written anthing for a hot minuite, but I was inspired for Bucky’s 102nd birthday so I had to write this even though its really short, sorry about that. Hoping to write more soon but I just havn’t really been inspired a lot lately :(

She had forgotten.

It was a small moment, but for just a couple of seconds she was happier than she had been in months.

Opening her eyes, seeing on the screen of her bright phone in contrast to the dark bedroom:

March 10th.

Joy filled her entire body as she reached to the other side of the bed, only to be greeted with the coldness and empty sheets.

She had forgotten.

It all came rushing back just a couple of seconds later, Thanos, the snap, him gone. Nothing more than the gun he had borrowed from Natasha left in his wake.

She lied there, alone gripping at the sheets in anger. He should be here. She should be calling him grandpa and laughing about how he looks great for being a hundred and two. They should be having breakfast in bed, waffles, his favorite. They should be going to his favorite stomping grounds in Brooklyn, visiting the ice creams shop that is older than he is. The team should be going out for dinner. Sam is supposed to be teasing him endlessly as they wait for their meal and Steve is supposed to make a speech as he always does. He is supposed to be in her arms as he opens the presents he swore he did not need, but loves anyway.

He is supposed to be here.

And she forgot that he was not.

Knowing falling back asleep would not be happening, she made her way to the common room, wrapping herself in one of his sweaters hoping that somehow it would still have his scent.

She figured she would find him in here, in the same predicament she was in. There he was Steve Rogers, head in his hands as he sat on the couch, oblivious to her entering the room.

As she moved closer to sit with him, his quiet sobs filled her ears. She pulled him close, he realized right away it was her and let his body lean into hers.

“This day just started getting easier after he came out of cryo,” she heard him mumble through his tears, “and now feels worse than it felt when I came out of the ice.”

She held him as tears began to pool from her eyes for what felt like hours. His tears eventually stopped and his eyes met hers as if they were asking if she was alright.

“I forgot. For a second, it was as if I could feel him next to me. I was about to tackle him and wish him a happy birthday, probably make some stupid joke too. But, he wasn’t there,” Steve pulled her closer, letting her head rest on his chest, “I don’t know if I can do this anymore Steve. I miss him too much.”

She had forgotten.

It was just for a moment, but what she would give to forget once again.

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x-ladyathena-x · 2 years

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You're a Weapon

Part 1 —> Series Masterlist

Winter Soldier x Reader

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff, canon level violence, touch starved Winter Soldier & reader

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: As one of the most prestigious scientists in your field, you find yourself captured by Hydra and find that you aren't the only one at the mercy of their puppet strings. You and the Winter Soldier find shelter in each other and begin plotting your escape.

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Note: If anyone else would like to be added to the tag list, send me an inbox. I don't have a posting schedule for this series, but I’m planning to make several parts, depending on how well it does 🖤 also: this is not beta read, all mistakes are my own, so please be kind.

You blinked your eyes in the bright lights overhead. They filled your entire field of vision, and your head swam. Where were you? What happened?

As you tried to lift your hand to shield your eyes from the blinding light, you felt your hand pull against restraints tethering your wrists to the table where you lie. Fear shot through you as you realized you were tied down.

You panicked and pulled against the restraints, but to no avail. How did you get here?

You felt disoriented as you tried to remember.

You’d been on your way to a convention in Belarus. You’d been invited as the guest speaker and were slated to give a presentation. A prestigious honor.

As one of the top Biological Engineer’s in your field, you did this often, gave speeches and was invited to be a guest speaker at large science and engineering seminars.

You’d been in your rental car and run over something on the road. You had been so tired and jet lagged from your flight, you never even saw it, whatever it was. It blew out your tire.

When you got out of your vehicle, someone grabbed you from behind and placed a cloth over your mouth. The sweet smell of ether told you there was no fighting it. You knew nothing else… That is, until you woke up on this table.

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“She’s waking up, sir.”

You heard the voice from a million miles away. Who was talking? It was difficult to see anything in the bright overhead lights and you still felt disoriented and not quite conscious yet.

Two figures in white lab coats walked just outside the corner of your vision. You squinted to see them but they were gone.

The bright overhead light turned off with a click and you blinked, trying to focus your vision. As your vision began to adjust, you realized the light had been coming from a large mount on the ceiling, like you’d see in a surgical theater.

Your stomach dropped, that meant that you were on the surgical table. But as you looked around you, you realized there was no black market organ harvesting about to go down, or anything like that. The room was empty apart from the two voices that belonged to the lab coats continuing to talk in the corner in an abrupt Eastern European language that you didn’t recognize.

You allowed your eyes to continue travelling around the room until they fell on another person. The menacing figure of a man stood there, clad in a leather tactical suit.

His shoulder length dark hair hung in his face. He wore a face mask that seemed to be more muzzle than anything. A glimmer of silver shone on the man’s left arm. All your years working alongside SHIELD and you instantly recognized this man. Fear filled your body.

This was the Winter Soldier. The fist of Hydra. The ghost eluding SHIELD for 80 years.

You couldn’t have screamed even if you wanted to. Your mouth was gagged.

The soldier stared at you with blank eyes.

“Bring the Doctor to her cell, Soldat.” One of the lab coat voices spoke from behind you.

You heard the voices continuing to speak as if you weren’t anything more than an inconvenience to be ignored lying there on the table. You turned your head as far as it would go and watched them walk out of the room. It was just you and the Soldier in here now.

You swallowed hard and looked up at him with wide, fearful eyes. Despite yourself, you felt a tear trickle out the corner of your eye.

You flinched when you felt his rough hands go to unbuckle the restraints on your wrist and he paused. Where his eyes were blank and robotic when the others were in the room, they were sharp and focused now. Predatory.

They were a beautiful color blue and looked on to you like you were the sun after the longest night of the year.

The soldier traced his hand from your wrist where the restraints were tied, up your forearm and to your elbow. He was gentle.

He continued tracing his rough calloused finger up your arm and let it linger on your neck as if he were caressing you. Goosebumps rose on your skin. The sensation was a pleasurable one, but it made you tremble with fear. Was the monster playing with his food before he ate it? This man was Hydra’s killing machine. A well-oiled weapon.

You felt him wipe the tear hanging from the corner of your eye with the back of his finger as he continued to stare at you like he’d never seen another person before. You’d expected rough handling from the monster of Hydra’s creation, not tenderness.

He reached up to your face and you felt him pull the rag out of your mouth.

“Please don’t hurt me,” It was all you could think to say. It was utterly useless to even say something like that, you were at his mercy.

Unexpectedly, you felt his hand drift down the side of your neck and his palm cup your cheek. He looked as if you’d slapped him across the face with your words, “I would never hurt you,” he said, holding your gaze with his impossibly blue eyes.

You immediately regretted saying them, though it was a valid question, wasn’t it? You were Hydra’s prisoner and most likely this wouldn’t end well for you.

He stood back up and pulled away from you. You relaxed, though you hadn’t realized how tensely you’d been holding your body.

He started at your feet and unlatched those restraints first. He moved next to your left wrist, and in order to reach your right wrist, he leaned over your body. Your senses were engulfed by him.

The sweet tang of sweat, gunpowder and leather filled your nose. His body was solid and heavy across the top of yours as he leaned further over to finish freeing you.

When he finally stood up right, he took a step back to allow you to climb down from the table. You rubbed your sore wrists and looked at him warily for a moment. What now? You supposed you were going to your cell like the lab coats said.

The two of you stepped into the hallway. It was painted white and looked sterile and clinical. Where had they brought you? You were terrified and found yourself shivering from a mix of fear, anxiety, and the cold air in freezing hallway.

After walking for what felt like an eternity, you arrived at an unmarked door. The soldier pointed to it and you stopped. He opened it and stepped inside behind you. His figure towered over you. He was a large man and thick with muscle. Thanks to Hydra’s version of the Super Soldier Serum, running was not an option for you. He’d catch you with ease.

The room wasn’t much different than the white clinical hallway. It was plain, with no windows, and only contained a small bed in the corner and a chest of drawers next to the bed. It was cold in here too. You felt another bout of shivers come across you.

To your surprise, you felt the Winter Soldier’s hand on your shoulder. He spun you around to face him.

“Cold.”

It wasn’t a question, really. But you nodded your head anyway. Yes, you were freezing, and scared, and a whole range of other emotions you were having trouble placing at the moment.

He pulled you into himself. You heard the sound of a buckle come undone and heard something drop to the floor. You felt his nose dip down to the top of your head and realized that he’d removed his mask. You froze. What was he doing?

He inhaled your scent and without warning pulled you into his arms and fully buried his face into your neck, wrapping both arms tightly around you.

On reflex you wrapped your arms around him too because you lost your balance when he pulled you into himself. You weren’t sure why you didn’t drop your arms though. You continued holding onto him as tightly as he held you.

Maybe the comfort felt nice in your body’s state of shock and fear from being captured by Hydra. Maybe it was that you couldn’t remember the last time you’d had any human contact like this.

Eventually your body relaxed and you stopped shivering. His body was warm, comforting.

As if your body acted of its own accord, reacting purely on instinct alone, you placed your hand around the back of the soldier’s neck. His long hair was soft on the back of your hand.

You didn’t know how to feel. You were fearful someone, one of the lab coats, maybe, would come and see the two of you like this. You were fearful that this small moment of comfort would be taken from you.

As if he felt your body relax and your shaking subside, you felt soft lips press into your neck before he lifted his head, and looked at you.

You could finally see his face now. He was beautiful. Handsome in an old-fashioned kind of way. His blue eyes cut you to your core.

He didn’t say anything, just stared at you like a dying man chasing one more day of life.

You surprised even yourself when you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. They were soft. So soft and gentle. He kissed you back with a feverish frenzy.

You opened your eyes when you felt his lips leave yours but soon realized he was dropping to his knees in front of you. He pressed his face into your belly and exhaled deeply. You threaded your fingers through his hair, giving him permission for what he was silently asking.

Two hands dipped into the waistband of your pants. One cold metal, and one warm skin. They jerked your pants to the ground in one quick motion leaving you in your shirt and underwear.

The soldier traced a finger over the front of your panties, over the sensitive spot you longed for him to touch and you heard a moan escape your lips. He inhaled sharply and kissed the soft skin of your inner thigh. His lips and kisses were giving you life.

He tugged your panties down and you stepped out of them, along with your pants that were pooled at your ankles. Another kiss to your left thigh and he lifted it over his shoulder. You could have screamed when he finally closed his mouth over you for the pleasure you felt.

Was it that good or was your pleasure heightened because of the imminent danger you found yourself in? Was it that good or was it because the most dangerous man in the world was currently on his knees in front of you worshiping your body?

It didn’t matter, because as soon as your orgasm washed over you, everything that was bad in your life washed away. Gone.

The soldier carried you through your orgasm and when the waves of pleasure finally subsided, he sat back on his heels and looked up at you.

He didn’t say anything, he merely reached for his fallen mask, clipped it back onto his face, stood up and walked out the door.

When the door slammed behind him and the locks engaged. You stared at the door for a long time and began wondering if you were the only prisoner Hydra held.

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thisisarcanereverie · 3 years

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Take it All Back (Steve Rogers x Reader)

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Steve felt sick, he remembers getting sick when he was younger, however this was worse. He felt his stomach twist, his chest tighten, and his entire body felt as heavy as lead.

Laughter filled the reception room as Steve contemplated leaving with an early morning mission as an excuse when suddenly the room went quiet.

“May I present for the first time,” The announcer said, “Mr and Mrs. Barnes.”

Steve could feel his heart drop to his stomach as he saw you and Bucky enter the room. Bucky had the biggest grin on his face as his hand held yours. You looked radiant, the dress you chose flattered you and accentuated the loveliness that was your figure. Your hair had been pinned and adorned with flowers and Steve couldn’t help but think that you looked ethereal, your smile lit up your entire face that gave you a certain glow. However there was a pang of jealousy as he saw how your eyes looked at Bucky like he was the only one in the room, he couldn’t stop the thought of it should be him instead of Bucky.

Steve felt sick, and he knew why.

He watched as your first dance began, the way Bucky was holding you gently to him as you swayed on the dance floor. The way Bucky whispered in your ear as you danced, the way Steve saw you breath him in, looking more in love than he ever saw you.

You were Steve’s once, once Steve held you like that, once Steve warmed your bed and held you at night, once it was Steve that put that starry look in your eye.

But that was a long time ago.

Steve tried to smile and act like his heart wasn’t beating painfully, like he didn’t want to grab you and tell you that while you weren’t his, he was still yours.

Steve downed his drink in one go before continuing to watch you happily sway with your husband, his best friend.

He couldn’t fault Bucky for falling for you, nor could he fault him for marrying you. Bucky deserved to be happy and right now Steve could see he’s the happiest he’s been since the forties when he was with you.

That doesn’t stop the jealous thoughts entering his head, about how Steve should’ve been the one at the altar with you. Steve should’ve been the one who wakes you up every morning and kisses you to sleep at night. Steve should’ve been the one you spent the rest of your life with.

Not Bucky.

But Bucky is the one you’ll do all that with and more.

Not Steve.

As he watches the dance end Steve begins to wonder where it all went wrong between you and him.

Then he remembered.

Peggy Carter.

Steve never should’ve gone back to her, he didn’t even get past knocking on her door before he realized what an idiot he was and made his way back home to you.

When he came back he realized he was too late.

It was four years later and you were engaged to Bucky, you had moved on.

That was a year ago and he wishes he can take it all back, wishes he can be the one for you like you were the one for him.

But he can’t.

So all he can do now is drink, and pretend like he was alright.

The reception went smoothly, people ate, danced, and drank to their heart's content. There was nothing but laughter and love in the air. Steve downed one glass of whiskey after another for a buzz that never came.

The toasts came and went and when Steve’s turn came to give a toast it felt like he was swallowing nails. Each word hurt, even more so when you smiled at him that bittersweet smile he knew so well now.

Steve retreated back to the bar where he ordered another whiskey, wanting the burn of the liquid to distract him from the pain in his heart. He knew this day was going to hurt, he just didn’t imagine it would hurt this much.

When the party was at its height Steve saw his opportunity to slip away unnoticed. However, things never went to plan.

Steve had just gotten through the front doors of the reception hall before he heard footsteps approaching him.

“Where do you think you’re going punk?” Bucky asked as he made his way to the blonde supersoldier.

“Got an early mission tomorrow so I think I’m gonna call it a night, I didn’t want to be a buzzkill and all so I thought I could sneak out without anyone noticing.” Steve explained, Bucky grabbed the tall man's shoulder.

“Hey you’re not a buzzkill and you’re our friend of course we would notice if you left before the big announcement.”

“Big announcement?”

“Yeah,” Bucky said grinning from ear to ear, “I’m actually glad we’re alone right now because I wanted to tell you one on one.”

“Tell me what?”

“(Y/n)’s pregnant,” Bucky said excitedly, “we’re going to be parents.”

Steve swore he felt the earth stop spinning and time slow down. Steve couldn’t feel anything, the shock still running its course.

“I’m happy for you Buck,” Steve said with a smile.

“I’m happy too Steve,” Bucky said, “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. If I knew then what I know now, all the pain and torture would lead to this right here. I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

Steve congratulated Bucky one last time before Bucky headed back to you.

He was still in shock by the time the crisp night air nipped at him, it didn’t hit him until he passed by the window and he could see the reception from inside. He could see you curled up next to Bucky, your hand unconsciously over your stomach while you drank sparkling water.

Suddenly it felt all too real, he could feel every emotion he had buried since coming back. Everything became too much as he sunk to the ground beside the window, his breathing became erratic as he felt the tears slip past his eyes. He could hardly breathe through the pain.

Steve had been sick plenty of times.

Steve had been injured plenty of times.

Stabbed, shot, injected, and lost so many people he had loved.

But nothing compared to this.

Because Steve had no one to blame but himself.

Steve loved you so much, so much and he tossed it all away.

And there was nothing he could ever do to take it all back.

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ladyeliot · 3 years

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The boy

Based on Portraits of our last summer [40s]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader [Emily Lawton]

Summary: Alternative Universe. It was the summer of 1942 when your life changed forever. Before you left for college, you wanted to enjoy your last summer of freedom. The United States had entered the war in December 1941, no one knew what was going to happen, so everyone wanted to enjoy any moment of peace.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 1203

A/N: Inspired by the novels of Nicholas Sparks. Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

1942 - South Carolina

There was nothing and no one in that small South Carolina coastal town who dared stand in Emily Lawton's way. The Lawtons were known for owning one of the largest estates in the county, a former cotton plantation that had now been left as a vacation home summer after summer. Mr. Lawton's tobacco business was known to be providing employment for most of the region's residents, which in times like these was to be welcomed, but for the local youth employment was put on the back burner when the summer of 1942 arrived and the Lawtons' only daughter appeared to offer a splash of colour to the town.

It had been five years since the family had summered on the coast, it was evident what a change can come over a girl in five years. The last time Emily had set foot on the land she had been just 13 and her youth was just beginning to blossom, but now she had returned at 17, a perceptive young woman eager to discover the world and have a good time. It was certain that being a small town, the Lawtons' presence could not go unnoticed at all. The first evening that Emily approached the town, most of the young men had prostrated themselves before her, inviting her to the fair, or to dance, yet, though in a very cordial manner, she had shown little interest in any of them. In the face of the male audience Emily was a laughing girl, always smiling or laughing, her brown curls brightened her pale face and she was always friendly when they came to talk to her. But he didn't see her that way at all.

Large estates famously needed staff to attend to any needs that arose. The Lawton residence, presided over by a colonial-style house, was separated from the village by about five kilometres, a property that encompassed the former cotton fields now converted into fields where Emily liked to stroll, abstracted from the world. The place also had stables where they welcomed what she called her 'faithful friends', for her spending the summer season in that place was like going back to a world without worries, to her childhood. She could spend hours riding until she reached a green esplanade and lay on the grass contemplating how the clouds passed over her, there was nothing and nobody that made her feel like that, that's why those moments were unique.

But back to him again, the young son of the Barnes family had gone to work for the Lawtons during the summer of 1940, he was a young man from a humble and hardworking family, his mother died when he was just a child, while his father had served during the First World War, that left him with sequelae that were impossible to treat, so that at 15 years of age James had to be the breadwinner of his small family. Mr. Lawton had taken a great liking to the boy, whom he met once when he went to the car repair shop where he worked, and it was then when he learned of his situation that he decided to offer him a job on his property, taking charge of the stables and looking after the horses. It was then that James and Emily met that summer, and it didn't take long for James to realise that Emily didn't like him at all.

The two were two years apart, and when James met Emily in the summer of 1942, he was 20 years old at the time, while she was 17. Their first meeting was somewhat fortuitous, a fact that marked them both for the future and their mutual behaviour, it was from that moment on that James stopped looking at the Lawton girl like the other boys in the village, claiming that she really was an arrogant girl and that he didn't understand how the others hardly noticed that fact.

When this happened on a warm July morning, the seventeen-year-old Emily was on her way to the stables to escape from her mother, with whom a few minutes before she had had a heated quarrel on account of her not wishing to attend the Collier party on Saturday night, as her mother intended that there should be an engagement with her eldest son. Emily's temper was usually quite strong, had been for as long as she could remember, so the best thing that worked to calm her nerves was to spend time alone, take her beloved mare and lose herself in the surroundings for a few hours, however, the stable keeper was at the worst time and in the worst position to meet Emily.

The girl arrived with a few profanities out of her mouth, which would have been out of place if anyone had been watching, but she thought she was completely alone, accompanied by her 'faithful friends'. So, she went inside the stables, taking the necessary material to saddle Tara, her mare, who was inside the stable she entered. Emily's mind was still replaying the argument with her mother, as she was stating out loud all the things she would have liked to say to her but hadn't dared to when suddenly a voice startled her "Are you alright?" causing her to stumble and fall on the straw and manure that James had not yet had time to clean up, and which she hadn't even noticed.

" Whoa!" exclaimed the same voice, causing the boy to instantly appear in front of Emily and offer his hand.

"Don't touch me," young Emily said firmly through her teeth, slapping his hand and jumping up herself.

The situation had caused the girl's clothes to be riddled with mare droppings at the moment, causing her anger to redden her cheeks and she turned all her rage on the boy in front of her.

"May I...?" the boy grabbed a towel slung over his right shoulder and moved to wipe the sleeves of his shirt.

"I told you not to touch me!" exclaimed the young woman snatching the towel from his hands and wiping her face. "Who are you?"

"I'm Buck- James Barnes," he began somewhat uneasily due to the situation. "I'm in charge of..."

"Of what?" with that question she cut him off. His voice was arrogant. "Cleaning up shit? Well, you're not doing your job properly then."

Anyone else might have taken offence at those words, however, Emily's appearance was so peculiar in those moments that James found it impossible to hide a smile as he looked her up and down.

"Are you laughing at me?" her words were harsh, but she was so angry that she threw the towel against James' face.

Leaving the boy behind Emily stormed out of the stable angrily removing her riding helmet. That moment marked the beginning of a feud that would last for years, as neither of them did anything to reverse the situation; on the contrary, at times their pride, especially the young woman's, caused the level of bitterness to grow between them.

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allandoflimbo · 4 years

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Ashens (Part 2)

Summary: She falls in love with Bucky Barnes from the moment she sees him. Bucky, still in love with a woman from his past, hates Y/N and plans to make her life miserable. To both their dismay, they are assigned together to go undercover into The Capitol for six months. There, they develop a heartbreaking friend with benefits agreement. Dystopian.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 4,020

Rating: M for Mature, E for explicit. Enemies to lovers trope, sharing a bed trope, friends with benefits trope, temporarily unrequited love, heavy angry sex, heavy on the angst, and very strong language.

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Year: 2019

Bucky didn’t like the pity as much as he didn’t like being alive.

Since the moment he stepped foot into the tower he had been nothing but looked down at like he was either scum or a pity party.

He didn’t like it.

He wasn’t a damaged puppy or a victim of abuse, as they all said.

He was a killer.

He was a terrible man who deserved to have died when he was young. That’s what he would’ve told you if you asked. But no one ever asked.

No one asked how he felt.

So he spent months the same way he was right now: alone with his thoughts.

He was in his room, a room with so much comfort that he thought it was hilarious that anyone felt he was deserving of it. He sat on the edge of his bed, his elbows were on each of his knees, and his hands ran through his hair as he stared at the floor.

His eyes closed tightly together as his chest grew tight.

His emotions were always all over the place. One second he didn’t feel deserving of life or love or redemption. But then the next he felt like he didn’t deserve to have been tortured or brainwashed.

He should have died - he should be dead.

He shouldn’t have died, he should have been born in a different life where he could have lived his life to the full.

Steve was probably the only good thing that even came out of it. His best friend.

His throat tightens, as does his metal arm over his scalp.

It took a bit after he was taken in, for his mind to put things in piece by piece.

His memory came back little by little, and with each one, his psychological state only got worse.

People don’t know what it was like to witness the things he did.

He remembers the war, the Nazis, and Hydra.

He had been one of them. He remembers when The Holocaust happened; he remembers killing a family and a child, and he remembers the exact moment he pulled that trigger- killing JFK. He remembers it all. He remembers a different lifetime - not this.

Everything was different.

He felt robbed. Robbed of life, robbed of innocence.

But then today something happened that pushed him over the edge - finally.

He had been hanging out with Steve in the compound kitchen, Steve was showing him some throwbacks on Spotify to maybe try to shake him up with some good memories when a particular song by Ella Fitzgerald came on.

Bucky went ghostly pale. And then he saw her in his head.

He remembers his little apartment that was more like a room and his iron stove where he draped his jacket, revealing the suspenders over his tight white shirt.

He remembers looking over at her and their eyes meeting.

First, it was her image, then her voice, then her name, and then every single beautiful aching memory.

He remembers wanting to marry her.

Steve had gone silent the moment Bucky said her name, and by the look on his friend’s face, he knew that it hadn’t been a dream. She had been real. And he wanted to find her, he wanted to chase her down. He didn’t even care anymore that she was probably over one hundred years old by now, and most likely had already passed. He needed to find out about her.

Did she have a family?

Steve didn’t get in the way when Bucky asked Tony for help. Steve didn’t get in the way when Bucky found an article saying that she had died at just twenty-one years old by a gunshot to the brain, while he had been deployed.

And so he sat for eight hours straight, pulling on his hair and staring at the floor, feeling numb. He didn’t deserve this. But mostly, he was angry at himself for allowing Hydra to do what they did, even if he had no control over himself.

How could he have been so weak?

He remembers every curvature of her body and the sounds she had made. He remembers her kiss. She had been his baby, his innocent girl, and now decades later, just when he remembers their time together, (a literal lifetime) he finds out she was dead. She was murdered.

He pulls tighter on his hair as he remembers every bad thing his metal arm has ever done. Every life it has taken. He knows he’s trash and there isn’t any going back to the boy he once was, the one that would always make a joke out of a situation. The one who always smiled and was happy.

Not anymore.

Because just when he thought there was a bright light, a slight chance of something good, it was taken away from him just like that.

And not by just any shooter - a Hydra agent. Something he was now a former of.

He might as well have pulled the trigger himself.

To make matters worst, the world was fighting a virus, something the earth’s mightiest heroes could do nothing about.

And so he vomited all over his room floor, between his feet, in utter disgust.

It didn’t take him too long to clean up, and not much longer. Afterward, he passed out on his bed, nightmare free.

Beacon Hill, MA

The little boy runs through the town in a hurry, hitting a middle-aged man on the arm, catching his attention. The little boy appears to be crying as he grips his hand to his chest.

A heavy fog engulfs the semi-busy street of Beacon Hill, its street lined by small coffee shops, a post office, and small boutiques. More young couples and high school kids walk down the sidewalk. It’s your ordinary tight-knit community. A man kisses his wife on the steps of a furniture store. Some kids leave the local theatre in groups. People watch as the boy runs past them. Still panting, he turns the corner onto another street, which looks like an ally. The side street is empty, the fog appearing to become thicker in the air.

The boy cries in pain, clutching his hand tighter to his body, stepping in puddles. The white wrap around his hand becomes soaked in red blood and it’s visible. Clumsily, he tumbles onto the sidewalk, gasping for air. He turns onto his side as he screams, going into a fetal position.

His scream echoes out into the night.

Just a mile away, a fifty’s style diner is lit up by a blinking neon sign in bright red color: Pough’s Delight.

People sit around the semi-crowded restaurant, scattered about in different seats. A young couple sits by the window and a few older people sit on the stools lining the counter. Some talk among themselves happily, while other’s attention remains on the TV displayed in the corner.

A tv reporter speaks as an image of burning buildings, rioting, and people laying on the streets are shown. The bottom right of the screen reads Chicago.

“At this time, it is still hard to tell how and when help will arrive for all of us here in the US. Most of us trying to continue to live life as normally as possible. Chicago and most of the Midwest is finally seeing some of the same horrors we saw earlier last year in the middle east and France. The virus continues to spread farther east, people are trying to resort to their own means of protection. It is unknown when the presumed city of sanctuary, which they call The Capitol, will finally be open to the public, which is promised by the president, and it co-founders politicians Micheal and Beth Y/L/N. Until further notice, we warn that anyone that sees a sign of someone with the symptoms, to please report it to their local authorities and to stay safe. This includes—”

A brunette, late teens, in a white and red cheerleading outfit that reads BULLS, sits on one stool. She drinks a vanilla milkshake. A blonde boy, tall and pretty, wears a varsity jacket. He’s around her age and he’s sitting right next to her, his arm draped around her shoulder. Possessively.

Her eyes linger on the television, and she looks afraid.

“You’ll keep me safe, right?” Despite her fear, she maintains a strong tone in her voice.

“If I don’t?” The boy asks, playfully. The girl smirks as her boyfriend nuzzles his face into her neck.

“Imma Hold it against you. Asshole.”

“They say it’s still too far from the east coast. It hasn’t even touched Pleasant Valley yet, and everyone’s secretly hoping it goes there and stays there -- in that hell hole.”

The girl chuckles.

“You’re just saying that because Emily Guinevere moved there last summer and you hold a grudge. Even so, when it gets here, I want to get the biggest penthouse they have behind that sanctuary wall they’re building. Imagine it. You and me, in a big bed, all day, all night; safe.” The boy picks at his straw with a snarl as the girl continues, dreamily.

“Pretty sure they already have that one saved for their weird daughter.” He says under his breath.

“I heard a rumor that the reason she still lives at home is because she went nuts and almost tried to stab her last boss and to avoid bad tabloid her parents insisted she just stayed home with them. Didn’t want to ruin their perfect reputation by risking her being seen walking out of some psycho house.”

You hear it all as you refill the white mug under the expresso machine. You briefly look down at your white top and blue apron, which had your name on it. You finish up the beverage with a snarl, sliding it across the counter to the older man who then nods you a thank you.

“It’s why she dropped out of college and can never get a job anywhere. Rumors at the Bulls says she used to eat her lunch in Mr. Ike’s classroom all through senior year. I don’t remember her much, I was a Freshman when she graduated. She’s lucky she’s a spoiled bitch with rich parents. They probably treat her like a princess. My bet is that she’ll be the last to die, without working a day in her life for it.”

Your grip tightens on the pocket of your apron and your head snaps up to look at the couple. You don’t realize your manager is standing off your left until she nudges you to get your attention.

“I need you to clear tables. I have to run out for a few minutes.” She tells you.

“Got it, Susan.”

She gives you a glare.

“Call me Mrs. Thompson or I’m sending you back to dishwashing duties.”

Susan leaves. You wipe down the counter, and it’s evident on your face how unpleasant you find your job. Yet, you continue to wipe, your eyes scanning around the diner until you’re once again met face to face with the local varsity couple.

You catch the end of the girl’s elbow with the wet towel. The girl gives you a dirty look.

“I’m sorry.” You say curtly.

The girl stares at you for a hard second before speaking up.

“That’s fine.”

You continue to wipe and your name tag is clearly visible to the girl. The girl’s face drops dramatically, her eyes drifting back to your face.

“You’re Y/N, Y/L/N.”

You smile.

“It’s fine. It’s not the first time I’ve been referenced to as a spoiled bitch in the third person. People see what they want to see.”

The girl gapes slightly.

“I didn’t — I don’t—”

You want to add something when the entrance to the diner opens wide.

The bells above the door ding obnoxiously.

You’re shocked to see none other than the guy you had been crushing on for the last two months. You couldn’t help it, he had a nice smile.

Your eyes linger longer than necessary on the attractive man. Your head snaps back to the girl who was still talking, but you couldn’t hear a thing.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You say, brushing her off.

You watch the man as you step away from the couple. Still in a daze.

The host grabs two menus and leads him and his friend to a table.

Will, your coworker, grabs your shoulder from behind playfully. You turn around only for a moment before going back to cleaning the counter. Will was funny and probably the only genuine friend you had.

He was in his early twenties, average height, brown hair, and matching brown eyes.

“You know, staring is rude.” He says.

“I wasn’t staring. I was gazing. Briefly.”

“It’s a pity. And you’ve only been nuts about him for the last few weeks, every single time he’s walked in here you look like you’ve seen a damn ghost.”

With an eye roll, You pick up your wet towel and walk towards the kitchen.

Will follows behind like a puppy.

“Shut up. I have tables to clean.” You say.

“Looks to me like you’d like to do way more than clean his table. If you know what I mean.”

You roll your eyes.

“Seriously, Will. Stop.”

“I don’t get why you don’t just say hi?” He smirks, standing in the door of the kitchen with arms crossed.

You toss the rag into the trash and walk past him and then grab a new clean one off the dish cart.

You make your way around the counter and to your first dirty table.

You hover in close proximity of cute-guy’s table, but not trying to make it too obvious. You pick up on his and his friend’s conversation. He’s giving his friend advice on ordering the pancakes.

The blueberry ones. You smile.

You’re finishing up the table when his arm hits his silverware off the side of the table. You bend down quickly and hand it over to him.

There’s a long pause as he takes it from you.

“Thanks.” He barely gives you a second glance. You clear your throat, a bit embarrassed.

“It fell. I’ll get you a new one.”

He nods at you, looking down at his menu. You, flustered, walk back towards the kitchen.

Will stands there, smirking. You want to punch it off his face.

“Nice, the old oops you dropped something move. Classic.”

“I swear to Lucifer, William if you don’t shut the -”

You’re abruptly cut off, as a loud commotion from near the register catches your attention and everyone else’s in the Diner.

You groan.

At the counter stands your mother; early fifties, in a tailored and expensive women’s suit, short blonde hair at her shoulders, makeup impeccable, and yelling at the hostess.

“Shit.” You say under your breath.

You toss the new wet towel and utensil in the kitchen sink and walk over to where the hostess stands. You could tell the poor girl was intimidated.

You take a deep breath when you approach the scene.

“Mom.”

Your mom’s shoulder’s relaxed drastically.

“Thank God, Y/N. I need you to come with me.”

“Mom, I’m working, I can’t just leave. Unlike you, I need this job.”

Your mother walks over to you and gives you a stern look. You knew that look, it scared you more when you were a child, but it still set you off the same way. She grabs your forearm tightly.

“You are coming with me. Now. Your dad’s already outside waiting.”

Your brows furrow together.

“Dad? What’s going on?” Your mom is reluctant for a moment. She goes from angry to afraid in a second. She looks around the restaurant and then back to you.

“In the car.”

“Mom-“

“Now.”

You look over your shoulder at Will. He looks at you sympathetically. A couple of the customers also watch, including the cute customer.

“Fine. Just let me put my apron back first.”

“No.”

You’re stunned. At lost for words and not in the mood to argue, you nod politely and follow your mother out the door. The door dings once more.

You arrive at the car - a black Tahoe. Your mother gets inside but you’re still outside, the car door open and waiting for you.

“Mom, please tell me what’s going on.”

“Get the hell in, now.” She says.

Your father sits in the driver’s seat, a light blue dress shirt hugging his shoulders, his right hand tightly around the steering wheel.

“Now!” He says, his tone louder than your mom's.

You swallow nervously and there are fresh tears in your eyes.

You get in and buckle up your seat belt. You meet your father’s troubled eyes in the rearview mirror.

“It’s here.” He says.

“What are you talking about?” You ask him, fearing you already knew what he was talking about.

“The Virus.” He answers.

Your mom doesn’t turn around when she speaks, “It’s here, they saw a boy running. But someone picked him up, we don’t know who yet. All we know is that it wasn’t enough time.”

“What do you mean, not enough time?” You ask.

“The Society, the wall that was supposed to build a safe place for everyone to live until there was a cure. The place half the country is expecting to be finished by now--it’s not.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning we have to get out of Boston. We need to move closer to The City, we need to finish our plan, so we can all be safe. We’re taking you there now.” Your dad explains.

“But I’m not ready, I’m not prepared, I don’t even have anything packed yet. You guys said it wouldn’t be here for months, even a year. If at all. Everyone said we were safe here. That The Capitol was just precautionary.”

“Yeah, well, we were all wrong.” He says.

Your hands start to shake and you are visibly shaken. You stare out the window of the car as your dad pulls out of the parking lot. You see a young woman kissing a young man outside of one of the theaters. Your gaze falters.

“Are we going to warn everyone?”

“We will. Not tonight, though.” Your dad says.

Your gaze snaps to your father’s in the mirror again.

“They need a chance, they need to prepare just as much as us.” You retaliate.

“Yes, but we don’t want chaos either. We need you safe first.”

Your life was always something that you tried not to take too seriously, or maybe you put so much effort into trying not to care that you ended up caring too much.

Your first car was a rusted little Jeep that had hundreds of recalls. It was so old it didn’t have aux feature so you would settle for any college alternative rock station. It was in that said car when you were waiting for the skies to finally open up into a downpour that the first drop of mention of the killer virus came on the radio. You remembered being afraid, but then it had also made sense. Your parent’s secrecy made sense, and they explained it all to you that night.

You understood their intentions for the wellbeing of the entire world, and it was something the media and your peers always misunderstood.

It’s why you had no genuine friends and why you had formed such a tough shell.

Screw them if they didn’t like you for who you were, or that they never even gave you a chance. That’s what you always told yourself, but you knew deep down that it hurt. You were like all of them - you liked binge-watching the best of the best tv shows; you were even part of a fandom. You loved music; you loved to sing, and you were an extroverted introvert. You had a sense of humor that always made yourself laugh.

On your eighteen birthday, you got a tattoo of a little cobra on the back of your neck. It had no meaning. You just got it for the sake of having it. Because that’s who you were.

You were carefree, and you loved too hard.

It’s why as soon as you and your parents got home just to pick up some things you had no business knowing, you quickly sneaked out to run to the drugstore down the street. You maintained cautiously. You wanted some snacks for the road, something for your mom and dad. You got your dad’s favorite - a Toblerone, and your mom’s: a bag of skittles.

You almost consider picking up the Avengers theme skittles, eyeing Captain America’s a second longer than was necessary.

But you had to stay focused. The surrounding people did not understand what was happening, but you did. It made you feel selfish.

You tucked the snacks into your bag and went around the house so no one could see you sneaked out. That was the plan until you saw your front door slightly ajar and an unfamiliar car parked out front.

You felt something deep in your stomach that you couldn’t place. You knew something wasn’t right.

Slowly, and afraid, you got closer to the door, being sure to make no noise as you did so. You were half expecting you would need to enter your house to find out what was going on, but you stumbled back slightly in shock when you realized you didn’t have to look very far.

The scene in front of you was out of a horror movie and you wanted to scream and tell the man to get away from your parents, but you knew better than that.

There they were on a chair, their hands tied behind their backs in and their feet tied together. They had a black blindfold over their eyes.

Your mom was sobbing, and your dad was deadly silent.

What shocked you the most was that it was the man from the diner, the cute one, and he had a gun pointed straight to your mother’s head.

There was a skull with tentacles on his upper left chest that hadn’t been there before.

You knew that pin. Everyone did.

“Where is it?”

His voice was thick with demand and authority.

“I won’t tell you.” Your mother snarled through heavy tears.

“Where is the damn reserve? Your people won’t survive, anyway. We’ve had this under plans for years. It was always in the plan of Hydra to take over The Capitol and make it ours. We will be the survivors. Dirt and grime like you should fend for yourselves,” he shifted from feet to feet and turned the safety off. The click sent a shiver through everyone in that room, “Now tell me where it is?”

“No!” Your mom yelled and that must’ve struck a nerve in the man because in a blink of an eye he moved his hand just an inch over and shot your father straight through the head.

Tears were running down your face and you fell back. And then with another bang, your eyes went up to the sky and you started gasping for breath. You knew very well that that second shot was for your mother.

You quickly, and as best as you could through heavy nerves and heavy breathing, backed away from the door and towards the side of the house, to get away from the man. You couldn’t let him see you. But he knew you had to be around somewhere.

He knew they had picked you up. He knew about you.

To the best of your abilities, you crawled yourself as far as you could closer to your neighbor’s house and into their own yard. You tried your best to ignore the pain you were feeling so you could save your own life.

You crawled under the bushes and made your way closer to the white siding of your neighbor’s home.

You had to ignore the agony you were in and the sharp sobs racking through your chest; you had to run.

Part 3

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geraskierficrecs · 4 years

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The Witcher Soldier Update

Infinity War sequel continues here.

Here’s a teaser:

Roach gave him a cheerful winny when she saw him hop the stable wall, her dark eyes strangely intelligent. He moved closer, eager to be near someone who would miss Geralt as much as he already did. Her ears pricked curiously at him, already scanning the space around him for the Witcher who would never see her again.

The thought made a sob rip free from his chest, raw and wretched. He leaned his forehead against the warm muscle of her neck and listened to the steady beat of her heart while his shoulders shook with sobs.

Geralt was gone.

He would never come back.

All there was to remember him by was a small pile of grey ash and the sounds of a broken man’s grief.

#angst #canon never knew her #pining #temporary character death #jaskier is the winter soldier #winter soldier au #winter solder jaskier #bamf jaskier #badass jaskier #feral jaskier #Emotional Hurt/Comfort #Angst with a happy ending

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kneel-begyourpardon · 5 years

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Truth

Pairing: Chubby Bucky x reader

Summar: Bucky is insecure about his weight.

Warnings: angst with fluff, bucky being self-conscious.

A/n: School has been killing me but I really wanted to get this fic up before Halloween so excuse my wired jump! Another Halloween special!

Bucky stood in front of the mirror. His shirt was lifted up and his stomach was hanging on his pants. He sighed a he turned on a side. Looking at his stomach he once again sighed. From where did all this fat come from?

Retirement went hard on him. He quit going to the gym and instantly started gaining weight. His muscles turned into fat. He couldn't run as long as he used to. Didn't have the same pain tolerance. Even his hand was taken off because it was too heavy for his body.

He really didn’t want to go back to working out. He was happy with this life. A life where he could eat as much as he wanted, sleep as long as he could and work with the love of his life in a small shop. He didn’t want to tire himself out until he couldn’t do anything else. He didn’t want to say no to delicious food or spend his whole day on punching bags. He didn’t know why, but he never thought he would have this problem. Maybe it was the fit body he had his whole life or the super-soldier serum but it definitely wasn’t the case.

Sam was right. He did look like a gorilla. So what if he was teasing him. It still was true. Bucky remembered the time he first met you. He was in perfect shape as always, but now all that was left from his was a giant blob of fat.

He pulled down his shirt. It made him look ginormous. God, why did everything have to look hideous on him?

Putting on the final part of his costume. He checked himself out in the mirror. He looked more like Gibbs than Will turner from the pirates of the Caribbean. Why did he have to be so fat? You would be so disappointed.

Bucky hung his head as he made his way towards the bathroom, where you were getting ready. He knocked on the frame before leaning against the door. The crack it let out was like a stab to his heart as tears pulled in his eyes. He bit the inside of his cheek as he held them back, smiling at you.

You looked breathtaking. Going as Elizabeth Swann was the best idea you had for the Halloween costume, at least for Bucky. The dress hugged your curves perfectly and the illusion of wet hair made Bucky take a sharp breath through his nose to calm himself down.

“You look stunning,” he said as you placed your hat on your head and fully turned towards him looking him over.

“You look great yourself, handsome.” you flashed him a cheeky smile and his face fell.

Lies. You always lied, telling him he looked good, telling him he looked gorgeous. But the truth was always there in every reflective object, in every comment left under his picture, in every word coming from his friends as a joke.

He softly pulled away from you making it seems as if he was grabbing your sword and leading you out of the house when in reality, he was trying to hide his eyes. He knew one look into them and you would immediately recognize the look of insecurity. You would shower him in compliments and treat him as the best-looking man in the whole world, but that voice in his head would hover over him telling the millions of lies, or truth. He tried to run away from it. Bury it, kill it but it always survived, always came back. And it came back stronger.

The Carnaval was filled with people dressed in different costumes. From scary, to trendy to practically naked. But Bucky wasn’t paying attention to any of those. His whole focus was on the food. To not to touch it. Not to eat it

Damn, he didn’t even hold your chocolate fingers because they smelled nice.

He was awfully quiet. Not saying anything more than he had to. You left him alone at first, thinking Halloween brought back some bad memories. Or he wasn’t comfortable in his costume but the pirates of the Caribbean was your favorite movie. That was the first film you watched together and still, the best memories you have ever shared. So you thought it would be cute to dress up as your favorite couple from there but maybe you were wrong.

You finally spoke up when he refused to get his favorite dessert.

“You good?” you asked as you tighten your grip around his fingers.

“Yeah why?” he whispered and your heart broke at the sad tone of his voice.

“I don’t know. you haven’t eaten anything this whole night,” you said and you felt a tug at your hand when Bucky came to a halt.

“So you only associate me with food?” there were so many emotions in his voice. Sadness, pain, sorrow but mostly anger.

“Bucky you know I didn’t….”

“No, No I don’t.” he cut you off with a broken voice. He tried to hold it back. He really did, but all these emotions they needed to go somewhere. Not get stuck in his gross body. “I don’t know!”

“Hey.” you said facing him. ” did someone say something to you? Because you know I don’t care about your weight.” you said, putting your hands on his sides. You felt how his muscles tensed under your touch and it hurt you knowing he felt uncomfortable around you.

“Yeah but I thought…”

“Well, you thought I wouldn’t like you because of your arm but here we are, aren’t we?” you said and for the first time in the whole night, he looked you in the eyes.

The pain you saw in them shattered your heart into a million peace and all you wanted to do was take him home, cuddle and praise him until he couldn’t take it anymore. But you knew he would feel bad for ruining the night in the morning. Blaming himself for spending, what could have been the best night of your life, at home. And as much as you didn’t mind heading back, you did want him to have fun. Even if it meant forcing his ugly thoughts out of his mind just for a while. You knew you couldn’t get rid of them in one talk, it needed time and practice but you were willing to do anything for Bucky. For his happiness.

“Anyways it’s kinda my fault. I make you eat all the delicious food I cook.” you joked and he cracked a small smile. Eyes still filled with tears.

“God forbid anyone to eat your food,” he said making you gasp in the fake offense.

“So you’re saying my food is not good?!” he laughed and you smiled up at him.

God, you loved him so much. You loved all of him. His eyes, his smile, his body, his soul. Everything. He was perfect for you. So what if someone preferred him when he was ripped. When he had a six-pack or when he had his arm on. You weren’t that someone. You knew he was happy now. With this life and it was all that mattered to you. You just hoped he would see that and maybe soon enough, that would be enough for him as well.

You looked at him for some time just enjoying his smile, enjoying his company. When he saw the adoration in your eyes he realized maybe you were telling the truth. Maybe he was good enough for you and didn’t have to change. But those thoughts had to wait. For now, all he wanted to do was have fun with his best girl.

“Come on now, I’m starving,” he said as he tugged at you hand making you giggle as you followed the man you loved to the booth of caramel apples.

FT: @simam12 @percyjackson886

#Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #Bucky angst #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #Chubby!bucky #chubby!bucky x reader #marvel #avengers #winter solder #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n

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darthbloodorange · 4 years

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Your Shield and Protector

Rating: Teens Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers (Winter Soldier) Warnings: Self-Harm, Blood, Injury, Surgeries Major Tags: Role Reversal AU, Canon Divergence AU, Steve Rogers as the Winter Soldier, Hallucinations, Self-Preformed Surgery, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Hurt Steve Rogers, Protective Tony Stark, Pre-Relationship, Pre-Slash, Unanesthetized Surgery, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Steve Rogers vs the Super Soldier Serum Word count: 1,300

Summery: “A code grey has been triggered, Sir”

Tony is out of his chair and running before JARVIS had even finished his sentence. “Where is he?”

For the: ✦ @stevetonygames Angst vs Fluff Bingo prompt “Hallucinations” [B5]. Team: Angst Bonus Prompt: You gave me a home, Everyone lives in the tower, I remember

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“A code grey has been triggered, Sir”

Tony is out of his chair and running before JARVIS had even finished his sentence. “Where is he?” he asks as he reaches the elevator. “JARVIS?”

“He’s in the penthouse, Sir” he says apprehensively. “Your bathroom”

“At least it will be easy to clean up any mess, right?” his joke falls flat. “Double speed, if you could, J”

“Yes, Sir”

The elevator gives a rough jerk as the speed is doubled. Tony scratches the inside of his wrist anxiously. “Maybe… maybe send a suit up there too, just in case” he says.

“Certainly, Sir”

Vivid pictures of Steve laying in a pool of his own blood, a blade held loosely in his limp grip, fill Tony’s mind. He bites down harder on his lip as he watches the floor numbers tick up, willing the elevator to move faster.

As soon as the doors start to open Tony rushes through into the penthouse. He makes a bee line to the bedroom.

‘Maybe I should slow down’ he thinks to himself ‘so I don’t freak him out by rushing over to him’. But logically with Steve’s hearing he knows it was too late as soon as he stepped out of the elevator.

He comes to a stop at the bathroom door. He takes a steadying breath and then enters with a soft knock.

Steve is sitting in the bathtub, shirtless, watching him with dull eyes. The bath was covered in blood and so was he. The man’s long blond hair was streaked a sinking red. Across his chest were several large holes carved out his flesh, bleeding at a concerning pace, but Steve shows no signs of trying to stop his own bleeding. His hands were completely bloodstained.

“Hey, Blonde Ice” He says softly, “What’s going on here?” His eyes are glued to the huge, bloodied knife sitting on the edge of the tub.

Steve responds with a slow blink.

Tony approaches him slowly, raising his hands to show that he was unarmed. Steve doesn’t flinch or push away, which makes Tony feel a lot more comfortable with Steve’s current mindset.

He crouches down by the side of the tub and lays his hand on Steve’s shoulder. Steve’s pants are stained red and absolutely soaked. But what really gets to him is the chucks of Steve’s flesh piled up next to the drain. Tony fights back the bail that makes its way up his throat at the sight.

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up” he says, reaching a hand out to Steve. The man takes it. He steadies Steve as he steps out of the bathtub. He sits Steve down on the small stool next to the sink. Pulling open the top draw of the sink cabinet he grabs the first-aid kit and sets it on the counter.

Neither say anything as he inspects and covers up Steve’s wounds. Given that Steve hadn’t said anything so far… Well, Tony knows he can talk enough for the both of the on the best and worst of days.

But he has to know. “What’s this all about, Snow drop?”

“Nothin’” The man grunts. “Jus’ removed the trackers”

Tony freezes. “What?” he chokes out. They weren’t yet ready to remove HYDRA’s trackers yet. Some were implanted very deep, and they didn’t want to run the risk of triggering the ‘asset’ by preforming unanesthetized surgery on him just yet.

And yet, the man had gone and done it with a knife in his bathtub.

‘Take a deep breath in. And breathe it out’ he reminds himself. ‘Breathe in. Breathe out’

He gives a glance over to the tub. Looking at the pile of Steve’s flesh hits differently now that he know that each chunk has a tracker in it. Still horrible. Maybe more so now.

“Why?” he asks.

“I told you that they can detonate. I didn’ wanna blow around any of you lot” The man says.

“You wouldn’t have. You’re safe, HYDRA is gone, you don’t need to worry about that.” Tony says. “Why do you feel like you had to worry?” he asks.

Steve ignores him. The man looks away, a dark expression falling over his face.

Tony decides to ask a different question, “Why my tub, Khione?”

“Safe” Steve grunts.

Tony frowns. Steve was one of the strongest, most fearless people he knows. The thought of there being something out there that scared him is somewhat frightening. “Okay.” Tony says. “Why don’t you feel safe? What’s going on?” He doesn’t want to ask that, sure that he wouldn’t what to know the answer.

“I don’t want to go” The man says.

“What are you talking about, Frosty?” Tony says, giving the man’s shoulder a comforting squeeze, “You don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to go? What’s going on?”

“I see them. Watching me. Following me. They want me back. I don’t want to go back” he says.

“HYDRA’s gone. We wiped them all out. Remember?”

Steve shakes his head. “They’re never gone. There’s always more of ‘em.” He scoffs. “They’re out there and they want the asset back. Every time I leave the tower I see them, waiting for me. Hunting me in the shadows.”

Tony sucks in a sharp breath at Steve’s words. He doesn’t want to believe that HYDRA is still out there. He is sure that they are gone. He is fairly certain that what Steve is talking about may be hallucinations, but they probably don’t want to run the risk of that not being the case. “If there’s more of them, we’ll take care of it, okay? We won’t let them get you?” he says.

Steve gives him a small shrug. “I don’t want to go back there. With them. I don’t wa-” The sink cracks under Steve’s strength.

Slowly Tony reaches over and turns Steve’s face towards him. “You’re safe here, I promise.” He says.

“I know” the man says. “But…”

“No. No, buts. We won’t let anything happen to you.” Tony says firmly.

“Thank You” Carefully Steve weaves his arms around Tony’s waist. Tony freezes momentarily in shock.

Tony sighs. “You don’t need to thank anyone, Steve”. He remembers the early days, where Steve had thanked him for the most basic human necessities. Running water, food, a roof over his head, clothes. A bed that wasn’t the floor. Frankly, he thinks he’s heard enough of Steve apologising for a lifetime.

“I do. You didn’t need to do all this.” The man says.

“It was nothing. The least I could do” Tony says quietly, giving him a small shrug.

“Don’t say that. It wasn’t nothing. It means a lot to me.” Steve says, his eyes flashing with fury for a second. “I had nothing, no one. Sure as hell had no reason to want to break away from HYDRA. I-… You gave me a home. A life. Someone to be aside from the asset. Something else to be instead of a murderer.”

Tony doesn’t know what to say in the face of that. So he gives Steve a small smile, feeling useless and inadequate in the face of his own lack of words.

“I remember.” Steve grounds out, looking down at his hands. “I remember everything they took from me. All they did to me. And I-… Just-… Thank you, Tony. For everything”

Tony wraps his arm around Steve’s shoulders. “How about a movie night? He asks, “With the team. Popcorn, blankets, the whole none yards. What do you say?”

Steve gives him one of those rare smiles. Soft and happy, just a touch shy. “Yeah. Sounds good” the man says.

“JARVIS, Is everyone else in?” he asks.

“Yes, Sir” JARVIS responds.

Tony gives Steve a huge grin. “Looks like we are having a family movie night, Polar Bear”

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THE END

Notes: Khione - Greek goddess of snow

'Blonde Ice' is a 1948 crime noir film where a reporter marries (then kills) a series of wealthy mean in order to stay in the spot light with her stories. I meant this as Tony making a comment on his deadly attraction to Steve. Making a comment on how dangerous Steve is, given that he is a brainwashed assassin, with HYDRA's influence not to far from the surface. He can't rule out that Steve wouldn't kill him (though it would't be for fame).

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soldierswar · 4 years

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Nightmare

Bucky X Reader Angst/Fluff

Word count: 718

Note: It’s been so long, my friends. I hope you enjoy this little drabble.

TW: Trauma, fighting, nightmares.

Plot: You had gone through something serious out in the field, and when you decide it’s time to go back, Bucky has his reservations.

You were tired of this shit. Completely fed up. You’d been having the same fight with him for almost two weeks now; when the incident was over four months ago. You were recovered, you were better. It was over, and you were ready to get back out in the field. This is what you had been trained to do since you were barely an adult, to get over “traumatic experiences” was part of it.

“(Y/N), I just don’t think you’re ready. What if the same thing happens again next time you’re ou-,”

“But it won’t Bucky!” You lashed out as tears began to sting your eyes.

“It’s not going to fucking happen! This was just a freak incident, and you know that. So why so much pushback on something that should be and very much is my decision?”

“You know exactly why I care so much.”

“Why?” You continued.

“You know,” he said staring directly into what felt like your soul.

“You can’t equivocate what happened to you to what happened or could happen to me like that, and it’s not fair!”

“Not fair?” he yelled back.

“Do you think it was fair hearing that you were completely missing in action? Or when they did find you a week later on the ground in ripped clothes while `too weak to move with bruises all over your body? You could have died and never been found, (Y/N). Tell me how different that is!”

“You know exactly why it’s different, and you don’t want to admit it,” you replied quietly staring him down in what felt like a psychological duel.

“You weren’t this defensive before,” he added.

“You weren’t this protective before. People change, Buck. I’ve grown, and it’s time you’ve tuned into that or our marriage vows meant nothing. I’m going to bed, I have a big meeting with the board tomorrow.”

You continued to stare each other down for a few more seconds in which felt like hours. The tension remained thick. So much so that it felt as though if one made a wrong move the whole situation could go to hell. Of course, you had always felt that way since you were rescued from that mission. But it really was no big deal. You could handle the aftermath on your own. You really could.

…

You woke up abruptly. Abrupt felt like too easy of a word. You felt as though you had been ripped out of a pool of water after being submerged and there was still a hand wrapped around your neck restricting your airways. Were there hands around your neck? Is that what you were dreaming about again? Why was it so violent this time? You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t fucking breathe.

Suddenly you felt something familiar. A voice that sounded like fresh air.

“(Y/N) It’s okay, you’re safe now.”

His fingers softly ran up and down your spine as he gently held you closer to him. The exact same way that you did with him when he had those crippling nightmares years ago.

You had had your fair share of nightmares, but none that was terrible enough for him to notice.

As your breathing started to regulate you pulled yourself closer to him, buried your face into his chest and sobbed uncontrollably. He was right. You had to face the very idea that you had been pushing aside for the past week. You were going to have to go in front of the board and tell them exactly the opposite of what you had intended to tell them hours ago.

“I know, doll. I know,” He whispered soothingly into your hair, continuing the soft motions up and down your back.

“I’m not…I can’t…I’m not ready,” you continued to sob.

“That’s okay, doll. You’ll be ready one of these days. I promise.”

That wasn’t what you expected to hear. Something he hadn’t actually voiced. You thought that this whole time he never wanted you to go back. But his words proved that that wasn’t the case. He knew you. He truly knew you better than you knew yourself.

“I love you,” he repeated over your own voice.

“I’ll always love you, doll.”

And after a good hour, those were the very words that finally lulled you back to sleep.

#Bucky #Reader #Bucky X Reader #Bucky X Reader fluff #Bucky X Reader angst #Winter Solder #Winter Soldier Fic #Bucky Barned Fic #Bucky Fic #Bucky Fanfiction #Bucky X Reader Fanfiction

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x-ladyathena-x · 3 years

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Cold Nights & Lost Hearts

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Cannon level violence, angst, sad bucky, bucky needs comfort, fluff, swearing.

Word count: 1051

Summary: During a deep cover mission, Bucky comes knocking on your door because you're the only person he trusts with his demons.

Rain and wind beat against the bedroom window of your safe house while you tossed and turned under your sheets. The loud echoing rumble of thunder kept interrupting your light sleep because you were on edge, waiting for any sign from your teammates.

The team had been in deep cover for months now. Everyone’s location on a “need to know” basis as not to put other team member’s location in danger in case someone was caught.

You rolled over again. That wasn’t the wind and thunder, someone was knocking at your door.

Carefully, silently, you retrieved your pistol from the nightstand drawer, slipped out of bed and over to the front door.

The pounding at the door grew louder.

You unlatched the deadbolt and cracked open the door, training your pistol on the intruder.

Cold wind and damp humidity blew inside, taking your breath away, but not nearly as much as who you saw.

The man’s broad shouldered frame was silhouetted by the nearby streetlights. Soaking wet hair clung to his face in dark stringy ropes and a glint of metal shone on his left hand, which was clinched into a fist.

You slung the door open, laying your pistol aside, “Bucky?” You asked, staring at the man in front of you.

He continued staring at the ground, almost in a daze.

“Bucky?” You said again, “what are you doing here? Is everything okay?”

He finally looked up at you and you saw that his eyes were bloodshot. He shook his head.

“I don’t know why I’m here,” he said, barely audible over the rain falling behind him, “I didn’t know where else to go.”

You stood aside, “Come inside, it’s freezing out there and you’re soaked.”

Bucky hesitated for a minute, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. I shouldn’t be here, I’m gonna go—“

You grabbed his arm to stop him from turning around. The wet sleeve of his shirt was cold on your fingers but his skin still burned hot.

“Get in this house right now and tell me what’s going on.” You told him sternly.

He didn’t come inside until you all but pulled him over the threshold by his arm.

Once inside, in the light, you noticed a massive cut trailing from his neck, down his right shoulder, all the way to his chest. Whatever had cut him had ripped his shirt so that the skin underneath was visible.

Super soldiers healed fast, but if this cut wasn’t closed before it healed, it would leave a nasty scar.

“Come on,” you said, “let’s get you out of these wet clothes and I’ll patch up your shoulder.

He nodded and you went to one of the pre stocked chest of drawers to retrieve a shirt and sweats that would fit him.

When you came back to him, he was still standing next to the door, dripping water and unmoving.

You took his hand and gently guided him to the chair next to your bed in the one room house.

“Let me help you,” you said.

Bucky looked up at you through the most beaten down expression you’d ever seen him wear and nodded his head.

You’d never seen him so vulnerable before. A face of stone is what he always wore. A constant scowl. But not now.

You pulled the wet shirt off over his head and took your time cleaning and dressing his shoulder. Once you were happy with your work, you moved to his feet and removed his boots.

You half expected him to stand and remove his pants since he was sitting but he just sat still, dazed and staring into space. Glancing down at you as you helped him every once in a while as if he were just realizing you were there.

“You good, Buck?” You asked him as you stood, holding his boots in your hand.

He continued staring at the ground and an involuntary sob shuddered through his body.

“I remember them,” another heavy sob, “all of them. Zemo had the book, he said the words but instead of the Soldat taking over, all his memories came flooding back. Every mission, every kill, I can remember all of them.”

Poor sweet Bucky, he didn’t deserve this torment. You didn’t know what to say to him so you did the first thing that came to mind. You grabbed onto him and pulled him tight against you.

He seemed startled at first that you’d even want to touch him, but it only took a second for him to wrap his arms around you too.

He pressed his face into your stomach as he cried harder, mourning the piece of himself that Hydra had killed all those years ago.

You held him tight until his body finally relaxed and he looked up at you. You brushed his tears away with a light touch, trailing your finger across his cheek.

He looked so tired, so worn, like he’d lived 1000 lifetimes, but he looked beautiful all the same. The same kind, sweet Bucky you’d come to know.

“Please don’t hate me, Y/N.” He whispered, barely audible.

You looked at him with furrowed brows, “Why would I hate you?” You asked, genuinely confused.

“Because Zemo released the Winter Solder files. Everyone will know what I’ve done, who I’ve killed. It’s all out in the open.”

You leaned down and kissed him on the forehead, “I don’t give a damn what you’ve done, Bucky. You’re still the same guy I fell in love with.”

Your cheeks flushed as you realized what you said. That you’d just confessed to James Buchanan Barnes that you loved him.

Bucky paused, staring up at you, before his face broke into a genuine grin. Smiling looked good on Bucky.

Bucky laid both hands on your cheeks and pulled you into a full on the mouth kiss. It was sweet, it was fiery, it was full of all the unsaid things between you.

Bucky pulled you into his lap as he kissed you harder. When you finally broke apart he looked at you intensely with his ocean blue eyes.

“I love you too, Y/N. I love you so much it hurts.”

You kissed him again, “Stay with me tonight,” you whispered, “don’t go.”

“Doll, I’m never leaving your side again.”

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #sad!bucky #angst #fluff #x ladyathena x #bucky needs a hug #soft!bucky #winter solder #comfort

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stcverogers · 2 years

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APRIL FIC RECS!

what i've been reading and obsessing with over the month of april

reminder: this is extremely important and i take this very seriously out of respect for the community. please do remember to read the rules for the respective blogs before interacting with or reading them!

F: fluff A: angst

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BUCKY BARNES

F: coming in hot by @nexusnyx 𖥻 bucky barnes is an expert car mechanic and you're the owner of a beautiful vintage impala

F + A: yours, mine, ours by @coffeecatsandcandles 𖥻 single dad bucky falls in love with a pediatric doctor

F + A: forever winter by @buckysfaveplum you get into a fight with the winter solder

F + A: hour, minute, second by @subwaysurf45 your relationship with bucky is hanging on by a thread

F + A: parent-teacher conference by @coffeecatsandcandles 𖥻 bucky is head over heels for his coworker, who also happens to be his daughter's favourite person

F: relax by @kinanabinks 𖥻 bucky's a cute frat boy, who you also happened to be shagging

F: oh baby! by @fairydxll pregnancy fluff

F + A: as it was, baby by @nexusnyx 𖥻 neighbour bucky takes some warming up to get comfortable with you

F: the old man's grocery order by @yarnforbrains 𖥻 you do bucky's weekly food shop, unaware that he is indeed, not an old man

F + A: numb by @theonewiththefanfics 𖥻 when bucky tells you he doesn't feel the same, you turn to wanda for help

CHRIS EVANS + STEVE ROGERS

F + A: i'm not okay by @time-for-a-lullaby 𖥻 ex boyfriend chris picks a drunk you up from a bar

F: it's new, it's you by @barnesafterglow 𖥻 steve rogers, your student's father, asks you out on a date

F: truth hurts by @toastedkiwi bucky feels hurt when he finds out about the truth between you and steve

F: chris evans and y/n y/l/n take a friendship test by @astranva you and chris get invited to the glamour set

F + A: saturday nights by @time-for-a-lullaby 𖥻 ex lovers trope

SPENCER REID

A: the vast empty space by @literaila there is this, vast, empty, space between you and spencer

A + F: the one that got away by @sinfulspencer ex lovers meet, no cute

A: human by @sinfulspencer we're all human

F: night shift by @spencerreidsworld you and spencer stay in the office for a night shift

F: splish splash by @shemarmooresfedora major fluff with spencer and the team

A + F: you'll find your way back home @wheelsupin-thirty you're pregnant while spencer's in prison

A + F: don't go breaking my heart by @scientificspence spencer gets into a fight with you and gets whisked away on a case after it

BENEDICT BRIDGERTON

F: forgive me by @benedictscanvas friends to lovers with benedict

F: treacherous by @milkiangl when something so wrong, feels so damn right

AARON HOTCHNER

F + A: as it seems by @ladylibby the BAU has a new adminstrative liaison who absolutely rocks unit chief hotchner's world

F + A: secrets in seattle by @shmaptainhotchner the one secret that aaron keeps from his team happens to be the biggest secret he is to own

F + A: in the suburbs by @hoe4hotchner 𖥻 you and aaron go undercover in a picture perfect, cookie cutter, neighbourhood

F + A: come home to me by @haley-h0tchner aaron gets called into a case in the midst of a fight

A: too late for goodbye by @arsonhotchner when you're at your wit's end

A: lost privileges by @arsonhotchner your break up with aaron also meant that he had lost the privilege of knowing

F: long time coming by @scuttling aaron hotchner and his oh so very fitting suit

A + F: leavin' to me by @hotched you and aaron broke up and now you have to move on

RODRICK HEFFLEY

F + A: meet cute by @takenbypeter yours and rodrick's meet-cute

F + A: heather hills by @rodr1cks when you've gone googly eyes for rodrick by he doesn't feel the same

CHARLIE WEASLEY

F + A: hanging by a moment by @once-upon-an-imagine you spend the holidays at the weasleys as percy's (fake) girlfriend

SILCO

F + A: little flower by @zoeykallus 𖥻 you are silco's weakness

F: mr. red eye by @six-feet-sleep 𖥻 you work at a coffee shop and silco becomes a regular customer

F: marry me by @ink-and-dagger for all the years you've known silco, he's proposed to you five times. sixth times the charm, right?

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #chris evans x reader #steve rogers x reader #spencer reid x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #rodrick heffley x reader #charlie weasley x reader #silco x reader #claire’s fic recs

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Screaming Color

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Mutant Female Reader, Winter Soldier x Mutant Female Reader

Summary: Colors. Soulmates. Everyone had one. Once you met your soulmate, your entire world would burst into color. However, it had never happened to Bucky Barnes.

Not until he had been brainwashed into the Winter Solder. Having met a young woman while being in Hydra. Now that Bucky had been free from his brainwashing and has returned from Wakanda, Bucky is living his best life at the Avengers Compound.

Until one day, when he meets that same young woman again.

You've been freed from the hellhole that is Hydra. You work at the Avengers Compound and are attempting to keep a low profile, in order to not be exposed.

One day, however, everything blows up in your face.

Now exposed as a mutant to literally the entire freaking universe, you think that life couldn't get any worse.

But now, James Buchanan Barnes, the former Winter Soldier is now back on your radar.

Life fucking sucks.

Warnings: This story is set in a soulmate type of universe. In this universe, people find their soulmates when their world becomes colors instead of just being black and white. There are mentions of Hydra, and past torture, although it doesn't quite go into detail.

In this story, Bucky and the Winter Soldier are separate personalities, but I would not say that Bucky has DID. More like Winter is a part of him. Even though the trigger words are wiped away from Bucky, Winter is still there, and he and Bucky are a harmonious duo.

As always, my fics will always have a healthy dose of angst and smut towards the end. There is also some mild harassment in this, as well as some violence.

Additional Notes: This was written for @sunshinebuckybarnes's Jukebox 1k Writing Challenge! Congratulations on 1k, Zoey! As this is a jukebox ditty, my prompt was based on our lord and savior, Miss Taylor Swift's song Out of the Woods.

A friendly reminder that my works are 18+ only so minors, please DNI.

And as always, if you'd like to read this on my AO3, you can read it here.

Word Count: 13,579

Colors. Soulmates.

Almost everyone had one.

Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he had ever seen color.

Not even before the war. He and Steve were often the odd bunch for not seeing color. Growing up, his Ma told him that eventually, he would find the one.

Or ones.

Winifred Barnes never did discriminate.

When Bucky had been drafted into the war, captured and experimented on by Hydra, only to fall off that damn train and wound back in Hydra’s cold grip— even then, his world had remained cold.

Black and white were all he could see.

His world remained colorless.

Even when the Winter Soldier surfaced.

Winter. The Asset. The Soldat.

Hydra’s most prized Soldier.

The only one that they could successfully keep under their control. All the others had been failures. Too wild. Too untamed.

Over the years, his world remained black and white. Colorless. Everything was empty. He knew no one.

Until one day.

It had been one of those days, where Hydra would allow him out of his cryo-chamber and allowed him to let loose for once.

A simple taste of freedom was what it was.

The training room was quiet. For once.

For once, as Winter had walked into the room— everything was quiet.

Everything was peaceful.

Winter didn’t know what that was like.

At all.

He never knew what peace was.

Not until he heard footsteps.

Soft ones.

Ones that told him, alerted him that it was a woman.

Winter had seen men and women. Many times, in fact. Although most of his handlers had been men, he would occasionally see a nurse who was a woman come and patch him up. But, deep inside he knew that their touches did not linger long due to their fear of him.

He heard other footsteps too.

Heavier ones.

This other person was a man.

However, Winter remained stoic and alert, to see if any of them posed a threat.

When he saw shadows appearing on the wall, he still stood rigid.

“Greetings and salutations, Soldier.” Winter didn’t move an inch as he surveyed the man.

He noticed that the man was holding onto a leash.

And then he saw you.

You looked half-awake. Which, you were. You had been asleep in your own little freezer. Up until a couple of minutes ago, at least. The next thing you knew, your little freezer had been opened and someone was shoving you out. Then someone had put an iron collar on you.

You knew that collar.

You hated that collar.

You loathed it to the ends of the earth. Whenever you wore forced to wear that collar and were dragged by Hydra personnel with a silver chain to match, you didn’t feel human.

Not one bit.

You felt like a restrained animal. Like a piece of property. Worst of all, you couldn’t use your abilities. As a mutant who controlled electricity, your parents did not know what to do with you. They were afraid, that maybe something had gone wrong with your mother’s pregnancy. So when Hydra had appeared on your parent's doorstep, offering their help to “cure” you, how could they say no?

Hydra had not cured you.

Hydra had tested on you. They had practically gotten everything that they needed from you. Blood samples, tests of your powers, hooking you onto wires, and plunging you into a big tub full of water— Hydra truly could do it all.

Over time, you had forgotten what year it was. How old you were. You never had kept track of time, until that day.

Until now.

Your blood nearly ran cold when the man beside you gripped your chin hard. So hard that you were absolutely positive that it was going to leave a nasty bruise later on.

His grip on your chin forced you to look up, to gaze at the man who was standing a few feet away from you. Decked in from head to toe in complete black was the infamous Winter Soldier. Hydra’s most prized assassin. The Fist of Hydra.

Seeing him in person made you want to shudder. But you had to remain strong.

“Say hello to our Asset, pet. Our Soldat does not get many visitors.”

Suddenly, you were shoved right into the Soldier. A cry of surprise came from you as a pair of lean arms wrapped around you.

A sudden gunshot sounded. The shot rang in your ears. The smell of blood soon filled your nose.

Slowly and shakily, you lifted your head up.

You recoiled back.

His eyes.

His eyes were blue.

Oh no.

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No—

You could feel something sticky on the floor start to trail towards you. Like water running down a drain.

Blood.

It was blood.

Finding every inch of you to not recoil at the sticky feeling on your feet, you looked back up.

His eyes were still blue.

It seemed as if everything had exploded into color for you. Now, it only left the question… had his world exploded into color when he had seen you, too?

There was only one way to find out.

“Can you…” you nervously swallowed. “C-Can you… see me?”

A nod.

“Can you… can you see the color of my eyes?”

Another nod.

“Can you tell me what color they are?”

Hoarsely, Winter told you what color they were. Your heart became all warm and fuzzy as if you were cuddling a pillow.

Some shit like that.

“Your eyes are blue,” you spoke quietly.

The look on Winter’s face didn’t change.

Geez, did this dude ever smile?

Like ever?

Was that something Hydra didn’t permit him to do?

Did they not like him smiling or something?

Hydra was weird sometimes.

“They’re very pretty. You’re pretty too.”

As soon as those words came out of your mouth, you might have let out a squeak.

Embarrassing!

This shit was so embarrassing!

“I-I…”

“You need to go.”

Up came your head again.

Winter looked far too serious now. He was shoving you back the way you came, and in your repressed state, electricity started to sparkle off of your body in nervousness.

Plus, you could feel a sticky feeling on your feet.

Oh hell… was that freaking blood?

Jesus frigging Christ.

As soon as you were out of sight, Winter could feel like he could breathe again. His gaze turned to the dead body on the floor, where blood was pooling.

He really hated messes.

After that, Bucky never really saw you again.

Neither did Winter.

They had no idea what had actually happened to you after that. After meeting you, well… everything had become a blur again. Time soon became nonexistent once more and Bucky found himself just… existing. Without any purpose. As the world moved on and changed around him, he didn’t change a bit.

Not until a little shit by the name of Steven Grant Rogers had appropriately Fucked Shit Up.

Steve was always such a little shit.

Even in their childhood.

Ever since they were kids, it was always up to Bucky to pull Steve out of his shit. Whenever a shitty situation arose, it was usually Steve who started them. Bucky just ended them.

Once Hydra had been exposed to the world and Bucky had gone on the run for his life, time actually felt meaningful. As if it now had a purpose in his life. Everything was so colorful and full of life. Fruits tasted sweet. Food actually tasted good. The breeze on his face actually felt nice.

Everything had been nice, up until the American Government apparently had a warrant out for his arrest.

Goddamn Hydra.

So, with no place to really go, and despite the Avengers’ protests, Bucky had turned himself in to the government.

Going on trial had been weird. Bucky had never done that stuff before.

Apparently, people had been really interested in the former life of a former Hydra assassin. News of his trial had spread like a wildfire thanks to social media, and Bucky found himself very internet famous.

No one had ever told him becoming internet famous was a thing, but it was a thing.

Still, to this day, Bucky couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he was internet famous. Like, who even decided that the internet was a great thing?

Having to see his old mission reports made him want to throw up so much of the bile that rose in his throat. So many times he wanted to vomit. He even had the thought of asking his lawyer if he could actually bring a bucket with him, just so he could puke in it.

Matt Murdock was an amazing lawyer. Bucky didn’t know where he would be without the man.

Considering he was also the superhero Daredevil, but you know. It was what it was.

Bucky still said hello to the Hell’s Kitchen gang whenever they bumped into each other. And he was even invited to go to Jessica Jones and Luke Cage’s wedding— so that was that.

These days, Bucky spent his life as an Avenger. Helping to save the world when before, he had been wrecking it.

When Bucky had come back from Wakanda, the trigger words wiped from him, complete with a new Vibranium arm, he laid low for a couple of weeks.

Those couple of weeks, he wrote down any victim he might have killed as the Winter Soldier. Called some people, used his connections. When Bucky was first thinking about doing what he was doing, he went to the Bird Brain for advice.

“You wanna do what?”

Sam Wilson leaned against the door frame of the conference room. Bucky's number one frenemy was surprisingly lenient on hearing out what he wanted to say.

“I want to… go to every victim I might have had. When I was still, you know…” Bucky shot him an awkward look as he stuffed his hands into his front pockets. Bucky averted his gaze.

Sam pushed himself off of the door frame. Walking towards him. “You know, you don’t have to do this to make yourself feel better, Buck.”

“I’m not doing it to make me feel better, Sam.”

A dark eyebrow was raised at that. Sam looked at him with a considering look on his face.

“I’m doing it so those families… their loved ones have closure. I can’t bring them back to life. I can’t fix what’s already been broken. But, if I can give their families or loved ones some sort of closure… then that’s good enough by me.”

“Are you sure you’re not Captain America?” Sam teased him. Bucky’s lips curled up into a scowl.

“Shut up, Wilson.”

Bucky pulled his phone out of his pocket, shooting off a text to Steve. Before he slipped his phone back into his back pocket, a familiar voice caught his attention.

“Yasha.”

His head turned.

Natalia Ailanova Romanov-Barton, or Natasha Romanoff-Barton, as everyone knew her in the States, was crossing her arms against her chest.

“Natalia,” Bucky greeted his former student.

“Stark wants us to talk about the gala again,” If it were heavenly possible, Natasha would have banged her head against the wall by now. From where they were in the hallways of the Avengers Compound, Bucky looked at her appraisingly. Although that look of appraisal soon turned into one of annoyance once he got what she was saying.

“No,” came Bucky’s complaint. “Again?”

“Yes Yasha,” Natasha sounded just as irritated as he did. “Again.”

Bucky let out a groan.

Meanwhile, at the Avengers Compound, around the same time, with you…

“Dude, no! I told you, I have nothing to wear! You hear me, Jane? Nothing! N-O-T-H-I-N-G. Nothing!”

“Alright, alright. I heard you the first time.” Jane Foster, your ever helpful friend grumbled in annoyance. Darcy resisted the urge to snort into her coffee. But she did it anyway.

“Ew! Gross…” you physically recoiled. Darcy just scoffed, taking a sip of her coffee.

“I’m sure I can get Val to get you something.” Jane tried to assure you, but it didn’t work. At the mention of the fellow Asgardians, you let out a little noise.

“Oh no. Noooo. No. You shouldn’t.” You spoke in a form of protest.

“Your closet literally looks like your granny threw up in it,” Darcy remarked as you made another noise.

“No, it does not!” You cried out.

“Yes it does,” Darcy and Jane spoke together.

“My granny’s not even alive any more guys, please stop…” you whined, burying your face in your hands.

The three of you were walking down the halls of the compound, reaching the elevators. You pressed the DOWN button.

“Which makes it all the better if we ask Val! Or even Loki!” Darcy added enthusiastically. At the mention of the Trickster God, you recoiled even further.

“No! Not even your weirdo boyfriend!” Your shrieks were not appreciated by the people walking up and down the halls, because you received some weird looks in response.

“He’s not a weirdo! He’s a god!” Darcy protested as the three of you got into the elevator.

“I don’t care what he is, Darc!” You huffed. “Please, absolutely no meddling when it comes to my wardrobe. None. Nada. Ya hear me?”

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened.

“Fine,” Darcy grumbled. You shot Jane a heated look until the light-brown-haired woman nodded in agreement too.

You greeted friends, co-workers, and colleagues alike as you walked down the floors of the lobby of the Compound. You were awaiting a package. And you were totally stoked for it too. You had been waiting for a couple of days now. You had even tracked down your package.

Gleefully, you made your way to the front desk.

“Mornin’ Andrew!” Your greetings did not fall on deaf ears as the Amazon worker greeted you.

“Any dogs bark at you this morning?” You grinned. “Four already,” he spoke in dismay.

You sniggered.

“Poor you,” you nodded solemnly. The brunet man loved dogs. You signed your signature on the pad before excitedly accepting your package. Plopping it on the desk behind you, you told Andrew to have a good day and waved him off.

All was well until the doors opened.

You heard loud, boisterous noises of what appeared to be a small group of men walking through the doors. From what you could tell, they looked like they were from the reconstruction part of the compound. You had seen the reconstruction people once or twice when the compound was first being built when you had been looking for a job after Hydra’s Downfall.

You weren’t really bothered by them. You only pulled out your phone, sending a quick text back to a co-worker before shutting off your phone and plopping it back into your back pocket joyfully.

You had no reason to fight until one of them planted their hand on your shoulder.

Such contact made you want to sink into your body.

You did not like being touched very much.

You weren’t quite a touchy-touchy type of gal. You had never been, even before Hydra.

So it came to no one’s surprise when you spoke in a low voice.

“Get your hands off of me.”

In response, you felt his grip on your shoulder become tighter, and all of a sudden, you were spun around. And you were gazing into dark eyes.

“Are you that bitch from Medical?”

You nearly barked out a laugh. “No. I’m the bitch from upstairs. The only time I step foot into medical is when I do my physicals.”

You always avoided going to medical whenever you got injured, because you were afraid that your mutant status would come out. That your mutant status would be exposed. To literally the entire world.

Well— okay, maybe not the entire world, but if someone like Tony Freaking Stark found out about your mutant status, he’d freak out. You’d probably be fired. Or worse, he’d probably recruit you on his circus team.

You couldn’t risk it.

You didn’t want to fight anymore. Because granted, you could still fight. You worked out to keep yourself in tip-top shape, but you still had an endless love of food. So you were a bit curvier than most that you worked with upstairs.

Only when the time would call for it, would you fight. Over the years, you found that Hydra’s training, and in extension, Winter’s training was just something you couldn’t get rid of. Almost as if it was embedded in you.

So when the dude grabbed your chin this time, your hand clasped around his wrist roughly. Clamped down on it and did not allow him to escape.

“… I’m not going to ask you again. Let. Go. Of. Me.” You spoke through gritted teeth. Your eyes were blazing with a violent fury.

You could feel the electricity in the room.

You could feel the electricity humming all around you.

You could feel the electricity reach up to you, wrap around you as if you were a snake coiling around a tree.

Already, people were screaming and shouting to move out of the way, because holy shit it’s another one.

Above you, you could already feel the lights flickering on and off. If this asshole wasn’t getting his hands off of you, pretty soon, the entire Avengers Compound wouldn’t have electricity anytime soon.

At least Tony wouldn’t have to pay any electricity bills in the near future.

You hoped, anyway.

“I’m not going to ask again,” you hissed in Russian.

“Let. Go. Of. Me.”

A harsh spitting noise echoed in your ears.

You didn’t have time to blink as the realization sank into you. As if you had been taking a nice long sip of warm soup that warmed you all the way from your head, all the way down to your toes.

This man had spit on you.

He had spit on you.

You!

With no warning whatsoever, you twisted his wrist. You heard him scream in pain before you kicked him sharply in the stomach, and you sent him flying backwards. He made contact with the huge glass window behind him and you saw glass shatter everywhere.

The second dude, who you presumed was his friend, came at you.

And it was nice.

The motherfucker had friends just like him!

How sweet.

You stopped his punch in mid-air, grabbing the incoming fist. With his fist in your hands, you sent him a quick kick into his groin. When you saw him get to his knees, you kicked him in the stomach. Sending him down quickly.

Hearing the third man behind you, your hands dropped to the marble floor beneath you and electricity crackled.

The next thing you heard was screaming before a body thumped to the floor.

You didn’t kill the dude. You just shocked enough of the electric nerves in his body enough to make him pass out. Even you weren’t that cruel.

With his lackeys, or for lack of a better word besties were eliminated, you abruptly turned to your right and began to make your way to the shattered glass.

And to the man who had spit on you.

When the dude had caught wind of you, he began to slowly crawl back, despite there being shattered glass everywhere.

Glass crunched underneath your feet as you inched closer and closer to him.

You saw him throw his hands in the air, to try and plead. You heard him say sorry.

You wiped away the spit on your face.

“You should have really thought about apologizing to me before you spat on me, you son of a bitch.”

After all, you had told him to keep his hands off you.

You had told him.

It was just a him problem that he had hearing issues, after all.

And then the power went out.

Tony Stark had been having an amazing day so far.

He had actually gotten a solid eight hours of sleep, thanks to Steve dragging his ass to bed. Granted, he probably would have done another all-nighter had his soulmate not dragged his ass to bed by throwing him over his shoulder like a Caveman.

So there was that.

In fact, his day had been so amazing. Having gotten breakfast, his usual shake, and his workshop all powered up and ready to go, his first hour of work had been magnificent. He had gotten so many upgrades done. Hell, he had even told Steve that he wasn’t making him a brand new suit with spangles anymore.

There was just something with his soulmate’s Stealth Suit that just drove him wild.

That damn Stealth Suit…

Anyway.

Where was he again?

Oh. Right! His morning.

Oh, his morning. Wonderful. So wonderful.

Everything had been smooth sailing, right before FRIDAY spoke to him.

“Master Stark, there seems to be a fight going on in the lobby downstairs.”

Any AC/DC was silenced immediately.

A groan might have come from Tony in exasperation.

“Come on FRIDAY,” Tony couldn’t help but complain. “I was just about to get into it!”

“Sir, I—“

And FRIDAY stopped.

In fact, Tony’s entire workshop shut down.

Panic rose in his throat.

“FRIDAY?” Tony’s voice wrung out.

Nothing.

“FRIDAY?”

Nothing again.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit—“ Tony rushed out of his workshop, and he heard it.

Screaming.

Screaming and shouting coming from downstairs.

Tony rushed for the elevators. When he tried pressing the DOWN button, nothing happened.

“Shit!”

It was then, that Tony realized, the entire floor had gone dark.

A blackout?

Who the hell had caused that?

With the elevator not working, he realized that he would have to use the stairs.

Cursing to himself, Tony bolted for the staircase. Flinging the door open, he rushed down the many flights of stairs, jogging down the steps until he reached the lobby floor.

Kicking the door open, he rushed in.

What he saw made him gasp in surprise.

“Holy mother of Jesus Christ!”

The entire lobby had gone dark.

Glass was spewed everywhere.

Behind the lobby was a room that was held by a glass wall. All the glass there had been shattered to bits and pieces.

And standing there at the front with your back turned to him— was you.

Tony had seen you once or twice in passing. But he didn’t know your name. All he really knew was that you worked upstairs with Val’s soulmate Jane Foster and the Shakespeare Matrix brother Loki’s soulmate, Darcy Lewis.

Technically speaking, you were harmless.

Well.

Good ole America fuck him sideways.

You were not harmless.

You were a powerful ass bitch.

Who knew?

Bucky and Natasha rushed in about the same time Steve and Sam did. When Steve tried to move, Bucky clasped a hand on his shoulder.

“No, Steve. I can handle this. I know her.”

“You know her, Buck?” came Steve’s hissed response.

In response to that, Bucky just rolled his eyes. “Course I do, punk. She’s my soulmate.”

“She’s your what?!”

Paying his childhood friend no mind nor attention, Bucky strode his way towards you.

Glass crunched underneath his thick boots. He was very thankful his boots were so thick. Not to mention, they were also very comfortable.

You felt a familiar hand on your shoulder.

Unlike earlier, this hand was gentle.

This hand… it felt familiar…

“Doll.”

You immediately stopped.

You felt like you were in one of those cheesy Rom-Coms that Darcy and Jane liked to watch with you on the weekends, where the main female protagonist saw her love interest and all time froze over.

This was one of those times.

You were so restricting any more Rom-Com watches at your apartment.

In fact, you were canceling them. If Jane and Darcy wanted to watch Rom-Coms, they could do it at their own apartments, because you were never watching another Rom-Com as long as you lived.

No more Rom-Coms.

Uh-uh.

No more.

“J-James?”

Of course! Of course, he was right here in front of you! Flesh and blood! Looking like an absolute frigging snack! Of course he would be!

Did the universe enjoy continuing to make your life hell, or what?

Did they find enjoyment in making you suffer?

Did they?

Suddenly, you were brought into his arms again.

Unlike the first time, you weren’t being shoved into his embrace.

Unlike the first time, Bucky’s arms weren’t lean.

You weren’t stupid. You had eyes. So, therefore, you had noticed he had bulked up. He had become beefy. Good Lord. He was so beefy now. His chest was ripped! And his thighs… his thighs… you would not know where to begin with his thighs. They looked so comfy. You knew for a fact that if you sat on them, you’d be comfortable.

Burying your face into his favorite red Henley, you let out a small little sniff.

Lips pressed against your ear. “Turn the lights back on.”

You raised your head up a little. Just so you could see his face.

“H-Huh?”

“The lights,” Bucky told you gruffly. “You caused a blackout.”

Oh.

Oh!

“Oh, shit.” were all the words that came out of your mouth. “U-Uh… yeah… I’ll… I’ll fix that right now… hold on just a sec…”

One by one, the lights came back on.

Horrified screams and shouts soon filled the room again. One woman saw the amount of glass and blood and nearly fainted. Tony stepped back in surprise as he made eye contact with his soulmate.

Steve Rogers, not for the first time in his life, was truly stumped.

“Goddamn…” Sam breathed out as he saw all the damage. “Girlie really messed up this place.”

“Shit…” Natasha breathed out too.

“Oh, the bill’s gonna be huge for this…” she remarked. “It won’t be enough to give Stark a heart attack, he’ll be fine,” Sam just waved it off.

Your entire body shuddered once the last light came back on.

Bucky just held your face in his hands, as a way to soothe you.

“What happened?” he asked you gently.

Your lower lip quivered.

“H-He… he… I was… I was coming here for my Amazon package. A-And… he just suddenly came in… and asked me if I was the bitch from Medical… I-I told him that I was the bitch from upstairs. And then he grabbed my shoulder… I told him to let go of me. And then.. he grabbed my face. I told him, I told him to let go of me again. Then… then… then he… he…” You choked back a sob, your voice nearly breaking, shattering.

“What did he do next, sweet girl?” Bucky’s voice washed over you as if someone had put a thick, warm blanket over you. It soothed you. Made you feel safe.

“He spat on me.”

Bucky nearly gritted his teeth.

It was then, that finally, fucking finally— the security guards had rushed in.

Well. Wasn’t this just great?

Bucky didn’t want to deal with security. He didn’t want to deal with anything.

He had a soulmate to take care of, after.

Later that day, with the rest of the Avengers…

“So, Yasha’s got a soulmate.”

Natasha Romanov-Barton was overlooking the security footage in a room with the rest of the Avengers. Tony had gotten popcorn for everyone to enjoy while watching the footage.

Normally, if anyone else would have called Bucky Barnes “Yasha”, they probably would have been met by an angry look, or worse, a metal hand wrapped around their throat.

Back then, in the old days of the Red Room, Natasha remembered meeting Yasha as a young girl, with all the rest of the girls who had been trafficked into the Red Room.

Seeing him the first time had terrified her. Seeing her teacher all in black, with all of his knives strapped to him. Hidden ones that he kept underneath all that black somehow too.

And his gun holster. Natasha remembered holding onto Yelena, whispering to the terrified young blonde girl that everything would be okay.

Knowing him now though, after all that Hydra stuff, deep down, she knew he was still the same Yasha. He was still the same Yasha that helped patch her up after she had taken a nasty fall. He was still the same Yasha that had even helped out the other Widows whenever they had nightmares because he was their teacher.

Even after all of the Widows had decided to go their separate ways, freeing all of the rest of their Widow Sisters across the globe, someone always had Yasha on speed dial. They always sent him postcards of what they’d get up to.

“Is it just raining enhanced people these days?” Tony mulled over the fact that the glass wall had been broken, but didn’t really care about how much money he would need to repair it. The violence wasn’t all that bad. So he knew he wouldn’t be having a heart attack today.

“No, Tony.” Steve sighed.

“Well, from what I’ve seen, she ain’t like Steve or the Old Man,” Sam added as he looked away from the security footage.

Natasha let out a gasp when you kicked the first guy into the glass wall.

“Really reminds you of James, huh?” Clint chuckled to her quietly. Clint was amused, really. He had been the first person to watch the security footage and had been very amused when the first guy had been yeeted right against the wall. He had seen the glass shatter and had nearly snorted out his drink.

Liho, a black cat that had followed Natasha and Clint back from one of their missions way back when meowed and nodded her head up and down in agreement with her cat daddy.

Alpine, Bucky’s cat had trotted into the room. When she meowed, Clint patted his lap and she leaped into his arms. A pleasing meow left the feline when Clint rubbed her head.

“Holy shit!”

Alpine and Liho nearly yowled in outrage at Tony’s shout. Instead, they both hissed at him.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry.” Tony apologized profusely to the two felines. Haughtily, the two of them lowered their heads down from where they were laying on Clint’s lap.

Returning his gaze to the screen, Clint caught you dropping your hands onto the floor, and electricity crackled against the marble floor. All of the current Avengers watched as the third dude fell down behind you screaming.

“Hold on, hold on—“ Tony grabbed the remote and rewound the footage back to the electricity crackled on the floor.

“Oh… she must have been the one to cause the blackout,” Steve spoke in realization.

Several heads looked over at the blond Super Soldier.

“So… does she control somethin’? Like one of those people at that school upstate?” Sam wondered. “You mean Charles Xavier’s school? The one for mutants?” Natasha responded back to him. “How do you know about that school?” Sam inquired. “One of the Sister Widows, we found out that she was a mutant. She can control sound. So my parents sent her to Charles’s school.” Natasha answered him just as you had walked to the first dude who had spit on you.

She could easily imagine Yelena in your shoes. When she first saw the first guy spit on you, she could easily imagine Yelena’s reaction as being the same as yours. When you kicked the first guy back into the glass wall too, it reminded her of Yasha’s kick when she had been fighting him on the causeway.

Briefly, she wondered. Had Yasha taught you too? Just like how he had done with her and her Sister Widows? You had the same walking as Yasha had when he had still been under Hydra’s control. You looked very controlled. Stealthy.

“Oh!”

It made everyone jump.

This time, both Alpine and Liho yowled in outrage. Both of them even hissed at the brunet genius who was throwing his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Tony yelped, pleading for his innocence.

“No wonder she looks familiar! I knew I saw her from somewhere!” Tony looked absolutely delighted. It was beginning to worry Steve. Like a lot. “Doll…” started Steve slowly, “—What do you mean by that?”

“FRIDAY, please pull up the security footage from the New York Community Bank from last week,” Tony called out.

“Of course, Master Stark.” FRIDAY’s disembodied voice floated down as the footage quickly changed.

Everyone watched as the screen showed the security coverage of the inside of the bank, where some people were being held hostage.

“They even held people hostage? What amateurs…” Clint muttered under his breath in annoyance.

“Isn’t holding people hostage supposed to be the last resort?” Sam wondered.

“Yes,” the entire room spoke as one.

All of a sudden, just like earlier in the Avengers Compound’s lobby, all of the lights went out. Some people started to scream in fright.

Loud grunts and shouts of pain were heard before the lights turned on.

You were nowhere to be seen, unlike earlier.

“That’s the same blackout like earlier…” Sam was shell-shocked.

“… I had a day off that day. Felt like savin’ some people.”

Someone shrieked in surprise.

It was Tony.

It was totally Tony.

Once again, Alpine and Liho did not approve of this loud noise. So, Alpine being Alpine, leaped off of Clint’s lap and nearly tried to swipe a paw at Tony, who screeched.

“Barnes! Get your cat!” Tony was almost hysterical now.

Bucky let out a snort when he took in the chaos that his cat was creating.

“Come here, Alpine.” He instructed the white feline strictly. Alpine huffed as her tail rose up in a line, her tail swishing in annoyance as she made her way towards her daddy. Her head was held up high.

When Alpine was in her daddy’s arms, she meowed cutely. Making Tony huff. “Oh no you don’t!” He pointed a finger at the white cat. “Don’t you start looking all innocent now, you heathen!”

Alpine just hissed in Tony’s direction. Tony made a noise at the back of his throat.

This was an outrage!

If anyone was a heathen, it was this iron-cladded idiot! Walking around as if he owned the entire universe… Alpine sent a glowering glare his way in annoyance. Huffing and hissing at him the entire way.

Peering her eyes away from the dramatic man, her blue eyes zeroed onto you.

Clearly interested, she cocked her head to the side in wonder.

Alpine hadn’t seen you before. A curious meow left her. Her little pink nose rubbed up against your cheek as she purred. She liked you. From the looks of it, you had arrived with her daddy. You were a good fit. A good fit for her daddy. Oh yeah, she would totally accept you as her cat mommy. One-hundred percent, she would.

“… Are you guys watching me?”

You were slightly creeped out at what you were looking at on the screen.

“Uh…” you heard Sam chuckle nervously. “No?”

You slowly stepped back.

“Yup… I’m leaving.”

A few weeks later…

“Hey! I bring good news!”

Darcy Lewis was happily making her way down the floor where you worked. Bouncing past colleagues, co-workers, and friends alike— she was having a great day so far! Her soulmate was coming to visit with his Shakespeare blond brother.

Something about the damn Space Rock.

Actually, speaking of the damn Space Rock, after some more looks at it, turns out, it wasn’t a fucking Space Rock after all!

It was a damn Space Egg!

A Space Egg!

Tonight, when she would see her dramatic ass soulmate, she would demand he and his Shakespeare brother take it back to New Asgard. She was getting sick and tired of hearing the nurses and doctors in Medical gossiping about it.

Darcy plopped down into her chair as you banged her head onto your desk with a groan.

“… Is she okay?” She leaned close to Jane.

“No,” was Jane’s sharp answer.

You continued to bang your head against your desk and continued to groan in agony.

“Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey—“ Darcy had to snap her fingers in your face to catch your attention. You lifted your head up with a moan.

“What happened? Do you need a coffee? I’ll get your usual,” Darcy suggested. You just groaned again. Shaking your head no.

“No… someone asked me out on a date yesterday…” came from you as your cheeks colored at the remembrance.

Both Darcy and Jane gasped.

Luckily, it was really early in the morning, so no one really cared about the tea that was being spilled at this very moment.

“Who?” Jane asked enthusiastically.

“James,” you muttered.

“Which one? There’s a lot of James people here! You gotta narrow it down!” Darcy added, much to your chagrin. “Tall, a beefcake, has a metal arm?” Your response had Darcy and Jane gasping.

“No! You’re kidding me! Bucky asked you out? What did you say?” Jane was living for this new piece of info.

“I said no, obviously.”

Jane and Darcy gasped again as if you had personally told them that you had run over their pets.

“You said no?!” They both exclaimed in horror. “Why did you so no?!” Darcy shrieked.

You leaned your face onto the palm of your hand. Heaving a sigh.

“Because… he’s my soulmate.”

“So?! That should make you say yes!” Jane insisted.

You just lowered your palm and buried your face in your hands, groaning.

“Noooo…” you whined. “No… I can’t… I had to say no because…. because…”

“Because what?” Jane echoed.

“Because! I haven’t been on a date in years! What if I dress funny? What if I accidentally spill water on him? What if—“

“You aren’t going to make a fool of yourself!” screeched Darcy. She even grabbed your shoulders to stop your rambling.

You stopped your rambling immediately.

Like the good friend she was, Darcy gently went through a breathing exercise with you.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Deep breaths.

Once you calmed down, Darcy clicked her tongue.

“Okay, here’s what you’re going to do… you’re going to track down Barnes, and you’re going to tell him that you changed your mind.”

“What?” You exclaimed. “Why?”

“Because you deserve happiness, damn it. And besides, he’s your soulmate.” Jane interjected.

You swallowed nervously.

Maybe your besties had a good idea after all.

You were regretting your entire life existence when you found yourself walking to the wing of the Compound that had all of the Avenger’s own personal rooms.

It was beginning to reach nightfall as you walked closer and closer to Bucky’s bedroom door.

The nerves in your stomach were coiling around you tightly in anxiousness.

Standing in front of Bucky’s door, it made all of those uneasy feelings bubble up to the surface again.

Just as you were about to say “fuck it” and turn back around to run down the hall as fast as you could, Bucky’s door opened.

James Buchanan Barnes had been baffled in his life a few times. Like the first time he had seen the Red Skull in the flesh. Or that other time the Guardians of the Galaxy came down to Earth for a friendly visit and that damn talking raccoon wouldn’t stop asking about his arm. That one time aliens tried invading the Earth was another baffling moment for him too. He always thought that aliens were just a part of sci-fi stuff.

But this?

This didn’t even hold a candle to those events.

And okay sure, Bucky had been feeling a little bummed because you had rejected him. To be fair, he had been more hurt on the end of, he was your soulmate shit, but then the rational part of his brain kicked in and was like you don’t own it you fucking idiot.

So, needless to say, yeah— he wasn’t feeling himself all that much today.

“H-Hi.”

Hi? That was all the best you could come with? Seriously?

Embarrassing.

You were so embarrassed for yourself.

“Hi.” Bucky at least was smiling. His smile made his eyes twinkle. For a second there, you nearly got lost in how blue they were. That was until that part in your brain that was still working screamed at you.

“O-Oh. U-Um… so… about earlier…”

When Bucky’s face fell at the reminder, you hurried to speak again. “No! It’s not like that! I didn’t say no because I’m like, not attracted to you or anything. I mean, I am, but that’s a whole other conversation.” You blabbered on as you tried to justify the situation. Or rectify it. Whatever.

“… so like, when I turned you down it wasn’t because of you. Okay? It’s not because I’m not attracted to you or anything. It’s just me. Believe me. It’s all me. You’re probably amazing and all, and you’re also my soulmate, but…”

“But?” Bucky probed at you. “But…” you continued on. And, to make sure you weren’t going to accidentally shoot yourself in the foot with the shit that was about to come out of your mouth, you also added, “You’re a nice guy. Not like one of those self-proclaimed “nice guys” I met on Tinder. Okay? You’re actually a nice guy. But… it’s just me, okay?”

“We’re soulmates.”

Those words pierced, no, cut through you. A knife to the heart. You nearly wanted to collapse to your knees and tell him how bad it was. You wanted to tell him how bad you felt every time you came to work after he came back from Wakanda and having to avoid him every time you walked into the building. You wanted to tell him how badly you wanted him after hearing all the gossip from R&D, not to mention that one chick from Accounting that he slept with.

That one wasn’t even alleged either.

It was true.

You wanted to tell him how badly you needed and wanted him.

Because he was essentially your other half.

He was your freaking soulmate for crying out loud.

You knew that he was still out there because your world was still colorful. If he had died, your world would have become black and white again. You would have felt it. Somewhere deep inside of you, you would have felt an empty, cold feeling.

It was at this very moment, you understood why when people lost their soulmates, that they did not last long. Usually, if one soulmate died or passed away somehow, their other half would soon follow. Call it grief. Call it an empty, hollow, cold feeling that they would get, knowing the other part that completed them was no longer there. They would not be able to function without their other half.

You realized that now.

You knew that now.

And when Bucky grabbed a hold of your hand, placing it right on his beating heart, you heard it.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

“I want to make this work. We can make this work. You. Me.”

Never had Bucky ever felt this much fury and rage in his life. There had been those incidents of him chasing down and finding out where Alexander Pierce and Brock Rumlow had been when he had taken them out, but even that could never hold a candle of the fury he felt in this exact moment.

Bucky, bless him, sounded so convinced that he could make this work. That he could accept you.

“We… we can’t…” You were already shaking your head no.

“We can’t what?” Bucky snapped through gritted teeth, almost as if he was ready to create a freaking fire. “We can’t make this work?”

“Yes!”

Such words did not make him feel better.

In fact, they just made his ever-growing temper fuse even higher.

“Don’t you understand, James? We aren’t normal! What I did a few weeks ago? Someone already recorded it! It’s everywhere now, James! Even on TikTok!”

Now, Bucky had no idea what the hell this “TikTok” was. He was even sure that Shuri hadn’t even told him of such an app before he had come back to America.

But any such word of you or your mutant status made him actually grit his teeth now.

Deep within him, in his bones, he and Winter were very happy that you were somewhat enhanced like him. Granted, you were not a supersoldier. Not by any means, no. But you were a mutant. You were different. Just like him. If you had been a normal human being, Bucky didn’t know how the hell he would be intimate with you without having that fear of accidentally being too rough with you.

Winter was not pleased with the chain of events.

Not one bit.

Really, the former dark part of him was torn on whether he wanted to have you on his knees or find whoever was making you feel this way and teaching them a lesson.

Inside of him, Bucky could feel Winter stirring and could already feel his displeasure.

“… and not only that,” you continued on as if you hadn’t even noticed the change in his demeanor. “You know how General Ross feels about people like me! He wants them on a list! He wants them to be signed up for that stupid Mutant Registration Act! I don’t want to sign up for that! I don’t want that! I don’t want you to be in danger because of me, okay? This is why this can’t work! Because of this shit!”

You were breathing in heavily now. Tears were streaming down your face, and you felt like absolute shit. You felt as if someone had run you over with their car. Or a truck. Or a train, even.

You felt so overwhelmed.

You were so done.

So, so, so done.

DONE.

You were so overcome with emotion that you hadn’t even noticed Bucky bringing you into a hug. Your sobs were muffled against his shirt. Your tears stained his shirt too.

You were absolutely crushed. Bucky, not wanting to cause a bigger scene than the two of you were already making, reached backwards for the doorknob with his metal hand, twisting the knob open and bringing you inside of his room.

Some how, some way, the two of you got into his room.

Some how. Somewhere in the universe, the two of you had stumbled into his room without any fuss.

Everything had been nice, until…

Alpine screeched in alarm.

Officially breaking and shattering any moment the two of you just had.

You screamed.

Alpine backed away a little. When she realized it was her cat mommy, she quite happily ran up to you.

When she heard you sniff, she cocked her head to the side in confusion.

Why was her mommy crying? Whatever the reason, she knew that she would make things better. Totally better than what her daddy would ever do. Like the helpful cat that she was, she nuzzled her head against your leg, purring.

At first, you were bamboozled at this strange cat purring and rubbing her face into your jeans. But, as her purring slowly calmed you down, bringing you back to Earth, you picked up the white feline. Alpine meowed when she caught sight of your face.

Alpine rubbed her nose against your cheek.

She was determined.

You were going to be her cat mommy.

Whatever it took.

You ended up eating some Chinese take-out in Bucky’s room after your sob fest.

And it had been some mean Chinese. Your cho mein had been very delicious. Alpine had lounged in between the two of you on Bucky’s bed while the two of you watched The Great British Bake Off show on Netflix. You were in deep with your beef and broccoli that you almost hadn’t heard what Bucky asked you.

So he asked you again.

Quieter, this time.

But you caught on to it.

“What did you do… after Hydra fell? Did you manage to escape? Or did you escape? Before?”

To which, you chewed on a piece of your broccoli and made sure to swallow, before you answered him.

You were raised better than that, after all.

“I escaped right after Hydra fell. Captain Rogers and Natasha Romanov did quite a number, exposing Hydra like that.” You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“They’re both little shits. And I should know. I grew up with the punk. I trained Natalia.” Bucky huffed.

“Oh?” An eyebrow was raised at him. “So she gets it from you, huh?”

All Bucky did was grumble in response, making you laugh.

“Hydra pretty much went into hiding after their big exposé. After that, well… it was easy to get… out, I guess. I managed to get away. Helped out Jessica Jones and Luke Cage once during a bank robbery, and she managed to pull some strings for me. And then I joined right before the Avengers moved from the Tower to the Compound. They outgrew it pretty quickly. So when they finished the Compound, I started working. But don’t tell Tony I told you. I need this job, okay?”

Bucky barked out a laugh.

“Your secret’s safe with me, doll.” He promised you. Shooting him an assuring look, you couldn’t help but remark, “You’re officially on my Top Five Favorite People List. You should be honored. Most people don’t even make my Top Ten.”

He nodded at you seriously. “M’ honored, doll.”

In between the two of you, Alpine meowed her agreement.

You and Bucky burst out into laughter.

Five months later…

Life was moving smoothly along.

After your tryst in Bucky’s room, eating Chinese food and watching Netflix, (which totally counted as a first date, you didn’t care what people said), you found yourself hanging out with Bucky. More and more. You didn’t really know if the two of you were really dating.

Dating wasn’t really the term you would use to describe your current status. Your history with Bucky was… complicated, to say the least. You two hadn’t met on Hinge. You two hadn’t even met up one random day at work. You two didn’t even meet in Central Park on a random occurrence, really.

You could safely say that for the past couple of months, you were slowly chipping away at your guard and only Bucky inside of your life more and more. Slowly, you felt like you were yourself again. For the first time in your life, you actually felt like you didn’t have to look over your shoulder before you did something. In fear of Hydra coming after you again.

You just didn’t know if that was scary to you or not.

Of course, there was a small part of you that was terrified.

What if Hydra found you again?

What if they separated you from Bucky?

Or worse...

What if you lost Bucky?

You didn’t want to know what you would do if that happened.

You truly did not.

As you walked into work that morning, you had done your usual morning routine. After your shower and eating a bit of breakfast, you had stopped by the coffee shop in the Compound before making your way to the staircase to get upstairs. However, since you had gotten there a bit earlier than you normally did, you elected to take the elevator.

Once you got there though, a very eccentric Tony Stark was waiting there for you.

For a moment, you actually thought Tony was going to fire you.

He was going to fire you, and you would have to find a new place of employment.

However, today seemed to be your lucky day.

Because Tony Stark was not there to fire you. Instead, he had offered you a new contract.

“Can you make sure to put in all of your stuff this time? Like your fighting skills?” Tony suggested. You looked up from where you had been looking over the papers.

A somewhat glare was sent his way.

“Anything Barnes can do, besides his knives, I can do. Whatever he put in his resumé should check out with me. Between me and Romanov though, she’s much better at being stealthy than I am. She can actually sneak up on you. The only thing I can do that makes me considered to be stealthy is becoming a literal ball of electric energy and speeding through power lines. Not as cool as her. Trust me.” was your flat response.

“Nah. I think that’s pretty cool. Do you get around that way when you fight crime? If you don’t, that should totally be your method of transportation.” Tony recommended. You seemed to ponder on that. “You know, Mr. Stark… that’s actually not a bad idea. I’ll keep that in mind when I’m stopping bank robbers next time.” You hummed at that thought. Putting that knowledge away for later to dwell on, you continued to fill the paper up. Your pen scratched on paper as you scribbled down stuff.

“So, how old are you exactly? You don’t look a day over your twenties.” Tony asked, all in curiosity's sake.

“I was born around World War One. Might be a few years after Captain Rogers and Bucky. It’s been a while though. So I can’t really remember. But, I’m definitely older than you.” You were signing your signature with a smirk at Tony’s look of horror on his face. “Oh mylanta,” Tony was horrified. “Please tell me you’re not as grumpy as White Jesus. Please tell me you aren’t.”

“Please Mr. Stark,” you scoffed at the audacity, “I’m caught up with the times. I have a Netflix, HBO Max, Hulu, Amazon Prime, and Disney+ subscription. I watched the dubbed version of Fairy Tail on Hulu after watching the subbed version just yesterday. I’m cultured. You don’t see me blasting forties music on my Bluetooth speaker, now do you?”

“What’s Fairy Tail?” Tony was very interested. You breathed out a sigh of relief, happy to discuss your show with someone that wasn’t Alpine. “Fairy Tail is a manga and an anime show. It’s a show about friendship and stuff. There’s magic in it too. Shoeun anime. Dunno if you’ll like it, but you should give it a try. I got Erik Killmonger on it. He’s a huge anime fan, you know.”

“Oh! Erik Killmonger? King T’Challa’s cousin? I didn’t know he was an anime fan! Oh, well, something to talk about when they come and visit us for the UN meetings.” Tony was delighted at this new chunk of information.

Clicking your pen, signaling that you were finished, you slid over the papers and pen back to your boss. In delight, Tony collected your papers, stacking them together. “Thank you very much, ma’am.”

“Please don’t call me ma’am,” You groaned. “It makes me feel my age.”

All Tony did was let out a snicker.

Bucky found you during lunch. He could feel Winter in the back of his mind, lurking and watching everyone as he walked past people.

Eventually, he found you at one of the tables. Making his way towards you, like a predator stalking its prey, he plopped down beside you just as you pulled out the lunch you packed.

Tomato soup and grilled cheese, with some green tea. Some sugar, but no milk. You wanted a lighter drink to go with the heavy soup. Pulling out your hydro flask of green tea, you uncapped the cap and took a hearty sip. Taking off the plastic lid, you took a piece of grilled cheese and swirled it in your tomato soupy goodness before taking a hearty bite.

Bucky’s leg hooked around with yours, pulling you closer to the metal-armed man. You weren’t even fazed anymore at this point.

“Hello to you too, Sasha.” You greeted him.

Now. If anyone else were to call him “Sasha”, they probably would have been given a harsh glare.

No one called him Sasha except you. And besides, he looked like a total Sasha.

Totally.

“Thor and Loki are finally coming to take the damn Space Egg back,” Bucky grumbled. You raised a brow. “Oh yeah?” You replied, “Good. Darcy’s been bitching to Loki about how the nurses in Medical hate looking at it. Truly a downgrade from their day every time they go in. Maybe now they’ll just give it to King T’Challa in Wakanda or the Guardians to look at from now on. I’m sure Shuri would have an absolute blast looking at it and studying it too.”

“I’m just happy it’s getting out of here,” Bucky grumbled. “The paperwork I had for it? Atrocious doll. Absolutely atrocious.”

“I bet,” you hummed.

“We’re still on for our date tonight, right?”

You peeked up from where you were eating your soup.

Nods came from you.

“Oh yes. I’m still free. Oh, I have the exact outfit for it too. The coat I bought last time we went shopping together last time— I’m wearing that tonight. It’s soooo comfy.”

“The long, dark grey one, right?” Bucky inquired. At your nod, he leaned back.

“How’s Winter doing, by the way? Is he surviving in there?” You asked causally.

At first, Bucky didn’t say anything.

Indeed, Winter was still brewing in his mind, taking in his soulmate. You were just as much as Bucky’s soulmate as you were his. Being that, he was still a part of Bucky, even after all these years, made him possessive over you.

After coming to Wakanda and getting those damn trigger words wiped away from him, Bucky had spent his time split between seeing the Wakandan Elders, playing with the little kids in Wakanda that would come and visit him in the outskirts of town, and tending to his little farm and goats. He had fond memories of tending to his potato and plum farm, as well as taking care of his goats.

However, his time with Wakandan Elders, reconciling all of those broken, jagged pieces of himself made him realize that Winter was still in there. That the Winter Soldier was who he had become, in order to survive Hydra’s ways. That Winter was a part of him, and how that wasn’t a bad thing. Truth be told, it had taken him a while to come to terms with that.

Now though, Bucky had come to terms that what he had done, under Hydra’s harsh control, hadn’t been his fault.

James Buchanan Barnes had been a victim, not a villain. What he had been forced to do under Hydra’s control hadn’t been his fault.

In doing so now, with Winter, the brunet found life much more enjoyable than he had ever thought for himself. Winter was nice once you got to know him. Or if he liked you. Or if you stayed on his good side, anyway.

“He’s doing fine. He’s excited for the date tonight.”

Your lips curled into a smile at that. “Oh, good. We don’t want him to become all grouchy. Heaven knows what’ll happen when he gets all riled up like that.”

Your teasing tone made Bucky roll his eyes, much to your own amusement.

And with that, you continued to eat your soup and sip your tea.

Later that night…

“I’m telling you, Sasha! I’m telling you, there was absolutely no reason why Rose couldn’t have just moved to make space for Jack on that stupid piece of wood. But noooo, she had to be greedy and keep all of the space for herself and let Jack freeze to death.”

Bucky was absolutely amused and entertained by the shit you were speaking against the Titanic movie. Being that he also never had seen it, it amused him whenever you made references to it, even the “Draw me like one of your French girls” line, which didn’t make sense to him.

Wasn’t Jack supposed to be a starving artist or something? Like how Steve used to be when he worked at the comic strip place back when they were young? Bucky had worked at the docks, so he knew nothing about comics.

Then again, Bucky had never seen Titanic, nor did he have plans to ever see it.

“Could the piece of wood have supported them both?” Bucky wondered as the two of you were walking around Central Park, even though it was inching close to nighttime.

“Yes!” You exclaimed. “Yes, it could have! But Rose had to be greedy and kept it all for herself!” You couldn’t help but huff. Bucky just chuckled at the expression on your face. He thought it was downright adorable.

“Not to mention,” you continued on your rant, “The movie is literally three hours long. Like, what could be so interesting about a boat for three hours? It’s so annoying. Especially because that’s our fucking generation too? Ugh.”

“Careful now,” Bucky couldn’t help but tease. “That’s making me feel old, doll.”

“Well, you are a grumpy one hundred and six year old man,” You giggled at the look of offense on his face. “Now that’s just playin’ dirty,” he scowled at you. “Not dirty if it’s true!” You chirped.

Bucky continued scowling as the two of you walked down the still-busy streets of New York. Even though it was getting dark.

“You know Sasha, I’ve been thinking.”

“Yeah? About what?”

Your hand that was holding his flesh one squeezed his hand a little tighter.

“I’ve been… thinking. About us. About… this whole thing.” You gestured with your hands, motioning to him, and then back to you. “I’m not saying I’m in the pro-camp of us being… official or anything, but… I’m warming up to the idea.”

Something inside of him grew warm at the fact that you were slowly warming up to the idea. Of being official. Like, official, official.

Even before the whole mess with Hydra in World War Two, Bucky never really was a person who liked the limelight. Sure, he had been charming. He had liked being around dames.

But being the center of attention?

No. Absolutely not. Even Steve had hated that shit. Sure, Bucky had “accidentally” broken a few cameras here and there in the past, and currently in the present— but those were accidents. Simple accidents.

He swore.

“… Winter likes the lowkey stuff too.”

“Eh?”

You gave him a confused look. “Come on, doll. I know the slang words.” Bucky had the audacity to even pout at you. He reminded you of an innocent little harmless puppy.

“… Yeah… I know… I’m just wondering where you learned those words from… they sound… so weird coming out of your mouth, Sasha. What’s next? Are you doing to tell me what you’re gonna do to me in bed while we’re still on the street?” You couldn’t help but tease him.

Pressing his lips close, almost against the shell of your ear, you felt Bucky’s breath. It tickled your ear and sent shivers down your spine.

“Do you want me to tell you exactly what I want to do to you on the street? Hmm? Would you like me to tell you how I’d eat that pretty pussy, hmm?”

You nearly choked on thin air alone.

Really, it should have been considered one of your secret talents.

Truly.

“S-Sasha!” You were scandalized.

“What?” Bucky didn’t sound sorry in the slightest. “You tease me, and I’ll tease you right back Doll. That’s how this works.”

Your mouth dropped open. Forming an O.

Oh… oh…

Your soulmate was a certificated little shit.

Five Gold Stars.

Sometime later in the morning...

Bucky didn’t know how it happened.

Some how, some way, he had ended up falling asleep with you in your room. In your little apartment. You lived near the Compound, on Stark property. Living in a Stark Townhouse that was a good walking distance away from the Compound.

After stumbling into your apartment, that was when Bucky had lost it.

Or started to, really.

He had thrown you over his shoulder as if he was from the frigging Caveman era and ignored your noisy protests to put you down. A harsh smack to your butt had you squeaking before you quieted down.

Bucky couldn’t explain what had just come over him. How he grabbed your throat with his Vibranium hand and practically hissed at you to open your mouth before he spat in it.

Yes.

James Buchanan Barnes, your soulmate, your personal pain in the ass, the light of your life— had spit in your mouth.

And when he told you to swallow it like a good girl, you fucking swallowed that shit down as if it was your favorite latte.

What followed was an intense rough sex session that had conked you out so good that you probably had slept like a baby.

… Until Bucky had woken up, that is.

Bucky had woken up confused. Not from a nightmare. But he had woken up confused. He had woken up in a state of confusion. He didn’t know if he was still in Siberia or not.

He had woken up in the dark.

Well… it wasn’t really all that dark.

The fairy lights that you had bought off of Amazon hung behind your bed, illuminating the room in a soft golden glow.

Bucky felt like he was back in Siberia again.

He didn’t feel… he didn’t feel like he was Bucky.

He was too alert, too winded to feel like Bucky Barnes. He didn’t yawn, nor did he stretch out his arms and flex his muscles as Bucky did.

This was the Winter Soldier who had woken up in Bucky Barnes’s body.

Winter was too alert. Too winded. Too confused.

Winter had woken up with a purpose. An objective in mind.

Turning his gaze, he saw you peacefully sleeping. Even though you didn’t have your lamp turned on, or even your bedroom lights. Your fairy lights emphasized your face. Washing over you with a soft golden glow.

Deep in his gut, he was proud that you weren’t ready to go public yet. He was more than delighted to have you all to himself.

Because you were his. His soulmate. His other half. His girl. Someone he protected and looked after, damned with the consequences if there were going to be any.

No one would complete him like you did. No one would feel as good as you did. No one would scratch the itch that he desperately felt back when Bucky had been sleeping around with after coming back with Wakanda.

And to think you had been under his nose this entire time!

The audacity!

Winter knew you were still alive. Of course, you were still alive. You were not like normal women your age. You could not die as easily as other women. His world had not become black and white. His world was still deeply entrenched in color.

You had to have been alive.

You had to have still been out there somewhere, waiting for him.

The former Hydra assassin had waited. He had done his waiting for nearly five years. Waiting in despair and agony because he still knew that his other half had to have still been out there.

And now he had found you again.

He was not letting you go.

Oh no, he was not.

He was keeping you right next to him at all times.

Shuffling around in your bed, he moved. He moved down, all the way down to your legs, to where he could actually spread your legs open. His flesh hand trailing up your thigh to your mess of a pussy.

Bucky had absolutely ruined her. Your poor precious kitty had been thoroughly abused, and you hoped you were eligible for compensation because there was no way, no freaking way in this damn universe that Bucky could have made you come as many times as he had.

There was no way.

A long, thick finger probed and sunk into your cunt with ease. Your pussy was still wet. Slippery. Slimy. If Winter took out his finger now, his finger probably would have looked like snail goo had gotten on it.

Such an event did not wake you up. You were still in the deep throes of your dreamland that you did not stir. Not an inch.

Well. More playtime for him, then.

A low slick noise echoed in the quiet room as Winter slipped in another finger. He slid his fingers so deep that he was in knuckle-deep. When you still didn’t stir, Winter took that as a sign to add a third.

Once he started moving, so did you.

The sudden pleasure made your toes curl subconsciously. Almost as if you just knew.

Pumping noises sounded in his ear as the combined mixture of your shared arousal oozed out of you, dripping down to the palm of his hand.

For fucks sake, he wasn’t even using his metal hand! Although, that would have been a much more different sensation. Winter had noticed you looking at it. He was very observant that way.

Soft, small little whimpers of pleasure started coming from you in the throes of your sleep. All the while Winter had taken it upon himself to shove three metal fingers into your mouth, to keep you from making noise.

A muffled sound of surprise came from you.

Through your sleepy state of mind, you knew that your Bucky, your Sasha— did not do that.

Your Sasha would have never shoved his fingers down your throat while pleasuring you.

Which really left you with only one option.

Winter.

Drool dripped from your mouth and onto his metal fingers, coating them with your spit. As he continued his ministrations on your poor pussy, rubbing his thumb on your clit.

Coming with a muffled cry, your vaginal walls clenched down around his fingers, enticing him and keeping him there. While your orgasm overcame you. Your back arched and wielded, curling upwards as a muffled protest sounded. This only made more drool seep down onto his fingers as you shut your eyes tight, seeing white dots in your vision.

He didn’t stop with just one.

Oh no.

You were determined in the knowledge that he was going to split your poor pussy in half at this point. And he hadn’t even put his monster of a penis inside of you yet.

And ho boy, did you have a surprise when you first laid eyes on it.

You had jumped in surprise when Bucky had guided your hands to his jeans, as you had just popped the button. Pulling down the zipper, you watched with rapt eyes as his cock came into view.

“Holy fucking shit, Sasha!” You had exclaimed. Maybe even screeched a bit too. “Did the serum do this to you? I’m not going to be able to fit this in my mouth or my kitty! Forget my ass!”

“I’ll make it fit.”

You hadn’t known it at the time, but that had been Winter shining through. The darker side of your soulmate had bristled, he even had wanted to scoff at your words.

Your puzzled face was what had been your response to those words.

Just like now.

Even if the two of you were only lighted by your fairy lights. Your puzzled face looked up at Winter’s determined face.

It was so like your Sasha, but not at the same time.

Deep in your bones, you knew this was Winter.

You just knew.

Drool smeared on your lips and chin, you spoke.

“Do you know what time it is? We have work in a few hours, you know! And I’m not looking to waking up the neighbors!”

Winter simply cocked his head to the side as if he was a dog. Then he answered you.

“Then we won’t.”

All of a sudden, you were turned and flipped over onto your stomach. Your face smacked down right into your pillow.

A deep noise of offense came from you.

Call it catty. Call it bratty. But he had just woken you up! You needed your damn precious beauty sleep! You weren’t a freaking supersoldier! Oh, you were going to be so—

Pulling out his flesh fingers that had been buried into your pussy, you couldn’t help but whine when you felt that empty feeling. Your vaginal walls clenched around nothing, but not before a certain metal hand gripped, no— tugged, your hair, pulling it back. To the point where you could feel a little light-headed, but nothing major.

You screamed into the pillows when Winter thrusted deep into you, filling you up completely. It made your eyes roll back into your head so deep, you swore that you might have astral projected right then and there.

You were so full. So stuffed. Filled to the brim, really.

You were too stunned to speak.

You were so stunned, that when Winter said something to you, you didn’t have the heart in you to respond.

“That outta shut you up.”

You were gaping.

Gaping!

Oh this little… this little… this little shit!

“… waited too long,” hissed Winter. “Waited too long for you. Thought about you all the time, Kitten. Wondered where you were, if you thought about me. Not gonna wait anymore… I’m not going to wait anymore…”

His hands were trailing down, slowly getting lower and lower to your hips.

Your brain was muddled. To the point where you couldn’t really wrap your head around what he was saying. What he meant.

Winter had waited.

He had waited and mourned long enough.

“I’m going to end our suffering. Right now.”

A shuddering noise left you as you shuddered, lips quivering when you felt him sliding out of you. Your eyes were burning at the thought of being empty. That horny part of your brain was screaming.

No. No. No. No. No. No.

This was not good.

This was not good at all.

What the hell was he going to—

Your sudden scream was muffled because of your face being shoved into your pillow.

Winter had not spared you any mercy. And without skipping a beat, gripped your hips so tight, you knew there would be bruises.

Every thrust made your eyes roll into the back of your head. The slow drag of his cock had your toes curling. Your back was arching up, bending for him almost.

Your face was nearly smothered into the fluffy pillow as Winter took you mercilessly from behind. Clumps of his ejaculate and your fluids trickled down your thighs, staining your bedsheets.

“Never gonna lose you again,” Winter hissed. “Have you now. Never gonna lose you again. Never again. You’re mine. Mine. Mine! Say you’re mine. Say it!”

You came with a scream.

Screams from his soulmate were just wonderful. Like music to his ears. Winter continued pounding into you, making you feel every drag and vein of his cock, wet, sloshing noises oozing out of your poor little kitty.

With his body weight on top of your back, Winter dragged his tongue down your neck. Down your shoulder blade. Licking the curve of your back. His balls slapped against your ass cheeks as the tip of his cock hit your cervix. All the while your clit was being painfully rubbed against the bedsheets.

A deep, guttural noise came from Winter when he came. Emptying out his balls, pushing, giving you everything he had.

Deep breaths and pants filled the room.

Everything was peaceful. Quiet.

Until…

“… Fucking finally! Those two have been fucking for hours!” A man’s voice shouted through the drywall you shared with the neighbors next door. Even with Bucky’s enhanced hearing, and your ears, you picked up on it.

“… Oh my god Aaron! Let them be!” A woman’s voice shouted from the other side of the wall.

“No! They’ve been fucking for four hours! Who fucks for four fucking hours Pamela?!” Aaron retaliated.

“Shut up! They’re in love! They’re soulmates! He’s an Avenger! So what if they spend hours making love? That just means he knows where the clit is!” Pamela screeched.

You lifted your head in bewilderment.

Well. Sasha did know where the clit was. Your clit, anyway. You weren’t going to bet if Sasha knew where the clit was for every woman.

He probably knew.

“Since he knows where the clit is, maybe you should go next door! Maybe he’ll find your clit too!” Aaron shouted.

“You know what?! You’re sleeping on the couch for a month!” Pamela spat.

“So… you think it’ll fit in my ass, Sasha?” you couldn’t help but wonder.

Bucky chuckled darkly, his lips pressing against the shell of your ear.

“Oh doll, if I can make it fit in my tight little pussy, I can make it fit in that tight little ass. Come on— we’re taking this to the shower. I don’t want to know where Pamela’s clit is.”

Three weeks later…

“I’m telling you, for the last damn time— no.”

You were washing a plate in your sink as you balanced your phone in between your shoulder and your neck.

“… You should totally get some drinks with us! It’ll be a triple date!” Darcy chirped from the other line as you scrubbed the other side of the plate, before giving it a quick rinse. After putting it on the rack, you snuck a glance at the pan that was currently filled with water. You had been having trouble scrubbing it with the soft side of the sponge, so you had filled it with water and was boiling it to make your life easier.

“Isn’t Thor coming though? And you know James can’t get drunk,” you remarked as you set your phone down, opting to put Darcy on speaker.

“Yeah I know,” Darcy’s voice soon filled your kitchen. “But I think it would be a great bonding experience! Don’t you think?”

“I think,” you started, resisting the urge to snort. “—that Loki and James are going to spend far too much time having a dick measuring contest to see who has the better knife skills. Who knows, you might be having a trickster god trying to slice your bra when you guys decide to do the freaky shit. You know what— get a notebook. Write this shit down. Okay? You’re gonna need to write this down.”

Darcy’s groan coming from her end made you snicker as you shut off the running water, moving happily to the stove, turning off the fire. Grabbing the pan handle, you walked back to the sink, dumping out the hot water into the sink. Steam rose and covered your face.

Nothing like a free facial when washing difficult pans.

“Okay.” You grabbed the sponge, beginning to scrub at it with the soft side. “First one— knife kink.”

Darcy sighed your name.

“Second one— bondage.”

There was a thumping noise. You were sure she had banged her head on her desk or something.

But you weren’t done.

Oh no.

Not by a long shot.

“Third one— dumbification.”

“… What the hell is that?” Darcy was bewildered.

A scandalized noise came from you.

You also might have gasped in surprise.

“Darcy, I’m surprised at you! You don’t know what a dumbification kink is?” You exclaimed in horror. You turned the water back on, beginning to rise the pan. After rinsing the pan clean, you put it on top of the towel you usually had next to the drying rack on your counter.

“… No!” Darcy shrieked.

It was around this time, that Bucky unlocked the front door. You heard the key being pushed in, and the locks changing.

“Oh well,” you said with a sigh, “I’ll tell you later. Buck’s home.”

“But what about drinks?” Darcy cried.

You shrugged. “I’ll get back to you with that.”

And then you hung up.

With the dishes done, you had officially finished all of the chores you dragged your ass out of bed for. If you hadn’t done that, then you would have just slept in bed all day.

Even though staying in bed sounded great. It sounded amazing.

Moving to the oven, where the hand towel was. Drying your hands, you heard the front door close. You heard the locks sliding back into place.

Familiar footsteps carried themselves through the living room, and into the kitchen.

You turned around.

James Buchanan Barnes was still wearing his own version of his Stealth Suit, and by just looking at him— you could already feel your kitty tingling.

Licking your lips, you greeted your soulmate.

“Hey, Sasha. How was the mission?” you asked him quietly.

All Bucky did was grunt. Walking towards you, with no boots on, because he wasn’t a damn heathen and had taken his boots off at the door. Picking you up, he put you on top of the counter.

“T’was fine,” he grumbled. “But m’ hungry.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Leftovers in the fridge,” you informed him.

Bucky shook his head.

“No… not like that…” his hands trailed down, all the way down to the waistband of your sleeping shorts, hooking his thumbs under the stretchy material. Pushing and shoving it down to your feet.

“Be a good girl and let me in, sweet girl.” he rumbled.

Legs spreading out for him, Bucky was rewarded with the gorgeous view of your pussy. That was already glistening with your arousal.

“Oh… she missed me…” he breathed out, eyes darkening at the sight.

“Sasha,” you couldn’t help but beg.

You let out a soft little whimper when your soulmate took your puffy clit in between his pink lips.

“Don’t you worry doll, m’ gonna make up for all the lost time. I missed my pussy too much. I’m gonna show her how much she’s loved.”

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