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The new recruit - Bucky Barnes (Part 1)

Title: The New Recruit (Part1)

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: It’s Bucky’s new job to train (Y/N). They just really, really don’t like each other.

Words: 3’532

Warnings: Language

Genre: I don’t know. not really angsty nor really fluffy. Maybe something in between.

A/N: I went very overboard. So I put it into two parts.

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Part 2

"Okay, so her name is (Y/N)," Steve spoke and pointed at the file he had thrown o the coffee table, "and she is enhanced."

The Avengers, except Thor and Peter, sat spread out on the living room couches. Some on chairs, some on the floor and some occupied the two sofas. They usually held briefings in the meeting room, but they all had a long week behind them, so no one was in the mood for uncomfortable office chairs.

"You know we have met her before. She started her training two weeks ago," Clint said and chewed one of the Gummy Worms Sam brought by.

Most of the team nodded at his statement. Well, not Tony; he was typing away on his phone.

"She was at your birthday party last week," Natasha added and tried grabbing some of the sweets, but Sam knocked her hands away.

Steve rolled his eyes at his teammates. Having a serious meeting was impossible. They were acting like children. It already took him 2 days to find a day where everyone was available. He liked to include and ask the whole team for his pledge because he knew half of them would pretend o be busy and not do him this favour. And he could do what he really didn't want to do and choose Bucky for this task. He had the hunch that it was going to end like this. The rest of the team tended to not engage in the extra activity. It's weird how lazy a budge of superheroes could be when it wasn't about Thanos Level threats. Well, except for Peter, but he had no say in this or anything for that matter. He was still in training, and Steve had his hands full with that one. Also because Tony had taken him under his wing and kept on updating his suit. The kid loved trying out the new technologies. Peter was also in school at the moment. Which was more important. Oh, and Thor. He was somewhere. Well, he probably making decisions as a king or beating up some otherworldly being.

"Okay... yea, anyways. Well, I started training (Y/N), and she isn't really good at hand to hand combat," he explained, and now Steve also felt the sudden urge to grab a Gummy Wurm.

Sam gave him a look. Apparently, Falcon didn't enjoy people taking his food. Steve took his hand back slowly and gave him an apologetic look. In the end, it was Sam's own fault to bring his precious snacks to a room full of those guys.

"And what exactly is your question?" Tony, who finally put his phone away, asked.

Steve sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. He stole an unsure glance at Bucky, who just sat on a chair with crossed arms. His face was a gruff mask. He stared at the picture of the young woman. Her smile seemed to be mocking Bucky, and he didn't like it. He didn't like her. Well, no, he did, but there was something about her that he hated. She got under his skin. She was just so reckless, sassy and straight up made stupid decisions all the time. But then she could just stand there looking so beautiful, being so funny and say something brilliant. And he hated that. He hated that he liked her and that she seemed to be the only woman that didn't put up with his shit.

"I need some help. I just can't get through to her," Steve sighed.

You could see in his friend's faces that they were looking for a way out. Their brains working for an excuse.

"And why do you need all of us here for that? The only people who seem to be able to help are Romanov, Clint and Icicle over there, and maybe Sam," Tony added. 

He nodded to the grumpy soldier, who just narrowed his eyes at him. Steve ignored them and looked with hopeful eyes to the two Ex SHIELD agents.

"Don't look at me. You know I can't get through to her either," Clint held up his hands in defence.

Steve sighed. Wanda furrowed her brows and looked between the guys, not wholly understanding their issue with (Y/N).

"Why exactly can't you get through to her?" Wanda wanted to know and made it quotes at the word through.

Steve blushed and looked at the floor. He hated admitting it, but she was just so adorable, he couldn't go hard on her. She just gave him one of those smiles, which she used to charm everyone's pants off, and he wouldn't be able to even near his fist her face. He knew she manipulated him so she could get out of training.

"She has those two guys wrapped around her pinky," Natasha smiled.

Clint narrowed his eyes at the redhead. Natasha knew all along. She had observed the men around her. All falling for the girl's coy act. Clint seemed like he was about to adopt her, and Steve looked at her like she was the most innocent woman ever. That girl was good at manipulating men. If she wanted to.

"Then you train her," Clint said and bumped her shoulder.

Natasha shook her head apologetically.

"I am knee-deep in Wanda's combat training," She shrugged her shoulders.

The women shared a look. Wanda didn't need to see into Natashas head to find out how she wanted this to play out. With Bucky training her. Vision tilted his head to the side. He seemed to have calculated something.

"It appears there is only one solution. It seems like most of us aren't really trained in this combat mode, except for James," Vision pitched in.

Bucky raised his head by the mention of his name. His posture suddenly turned stiff. He shook his head.

"No," he stated.

"Buck...," Steve started and reached his hand out in a comforting gesture.

He was interrupted by Bucky getting out of his chair. The usually so calm soldier seemed unsure now.  

"No, not going to happen," he added and pointed at Steve accusingly.

"But, it would help her. You are the only person that can get through to her," Steve said and jumped up as well.

What did that even mean? She was just a girl. Steve made a soothing gesture in his direction. The rest of the team watched them, intrigued. But they knew, they knew Bucky was irritated by (Y/N). It was no secret. Not even to her. She just enjoyed disagreeing with him. 

A humourless laugh left Bucky's lips, and he shook his head in disbelief. He didn't want to believe that Steve would suggest or even agree with this idea. 

"Are we talking about the same woman? She disagrees with me constantly," he said and pointed between himself and Steve.

Steve now also shook his head. That wasn't completely true, and Bucky knew it. 

"Are you sure? Every time she suggests something, you disagree with her," Sam added.

Sam was on her side, always. Also, because he and Bucky didn't agree on things either. They enjoyed bickering, but it was different. He knew Sam would have his back and that they were actual friends. With (Y/N), he was really not sure if she would just stab him if she got annoyed by him. Bucky opened his mouth and closed it again. There was no point in denying what Sam said, though. 

"That is because her ideas are stupid," he argued then anyways.

Steve was tired of this. Obviously, he knew that it would end in this argument. But Bucky ran away from her whenever he could. He knew that deep down, Bucky liked her. He just wasn't used to being challenged by a woman. She knew what she wanted, and she was headstrong, and Bucky hadn't met a lot of ladies like that. And maybe knowing her and exchanging more than those arguments with her would help him. 

"Do it for me, Bucky. She needs help. I can't do it. And she promised she would listen to you," Steve asked.

She never promised such a thing, but Steve hoped he would forget about that statement tomorrow. His resentment crumbled. Bucky needed some pushing. 

"Fine, I'll do it," he barked. 

Without another word, he stomped out of the room. The team's eyes followed his angry steps. 

"Seriously, that was easier than I thought," Tony said with a short nod.

Steve wouldn't say this was easy. He would hear Bucky complain for at least a month. 

"Steve, do you think this is a good idea? Letting those two train together?" Natasha asked him.

Steve crossed his arms defensively. No, he wasn't, not at all. He wasn't sure what the deal between those two was. They had only known each other for two weeks, but they didn't seem to like one another from day one. 

"No. But I didn't see you volunteer," he answered.

Natasha laughed and got off the chair elegantly. She didn't take Steve's defensiveness serious. To other people, he probably looked intimidating, but not to the Black Widow.

"Bucky is a freaking Drill Sargent, and you know it. And (Y/N) is just really stubborn. And lazy. A perfect combination," she mentioned and patted Steves' shoulder.

Sam tried to hide a laugh. Okay, she wasn't the only one who noticed.

"It's going to be fine," Steve said, his voice steady. 

But his face didn't seem so sure anymore. 

—

(Y/N) was ripped out of her sleep by someone pulling her blanket off.

"Get up, sleepyhead," a stern male voice said at the foot of her bed.

(Y/N) opened her eyes and was faced with a grumpy Bucky staring at her. The usually messy hair was tied to a bun at the nape of his neck. If it weren't this early, she would have stared at him and soaked in his attractive physic. She did that a lot. Stare at him. It's like her brain didn't want to, but her body had a mind of her own. Her eyes always travelled to him when he was in a room with her.

"Are you kidding? What time is it?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

Her head moved around, trying to spot her phone to look at the time.

"It's six a.m. You are already thirty minutes late," Bucky stated and stepped to her closet. 

"What are you talking about?" she asked and grabbed her phone from the nightstand.

It's not like she didn't trust him, but she needed to see the time herself. She spotted five texts and one call from Bucky. All of them urged her to get up or asked her where the hell she was. Stalker much? Where did he even get her number? 

"I told you yesterday, the morning run starts at 5.30 a.m., and then we train," he said.

She dropped her phone on the bed with frustration and turned to him. 

"I thought that was a joke," she whispered and then added with a louder voice, "what the hell are you doing?"

Bucky had opened her closet and started searching for something. How rude. Her underwear was in there.

"Looking for your training clothes," he said.

She frowned. Okay, Bucky was acting weird.

"I can dress on my own," she mumbled. 

Bucky turned around suddenly. He seemed to have found what he wanted and dropped it on her bed. Yoga pants, Tank top and running shoes. (Y/N) sat up and stared at him.

"Are you sure? Just as good as you can be on time?" he asked sarcastically. 

She wanted to slap that grin off his face. He always grinned at her like that. It seemed to be reserved for her. Bucky just liked being a pain in her ass.

"This isn't the freaking army, Barnes," she growled and stared at the pile.

It felt like she hadn't seen workout clothes in years. She didn't enjoy working out. This was weird for someone who wanted to become an Avenger. She knew she had to give her everything so they would take her fully into the team. 

"Doll, if this were the army, you would be calling me Sargent Barnes," he said with a cheeky smile.

Then he turned around to the door. (Y/N) hated how much swagger he had in his step.

"Five minutes," he added.

(Y/N) grabbed the shoe on the bed and threw it. But it only hit the door and not his head.

"Well, screw you, Sargent Barnes," she yelled.

Then she fell back on the bed and let out a frustrated groan. She was sure she heard a male laugh through the door.

Natasha told her that this would be exhausting. Being trained by Bucky. He would go hard on her. She said something about the military background and Hydra training. But these were the Avengers. She didn't even understand why she needed this training. She had powers. She could adapt abilities by touching. If she touched Steve, she was just as strong as him. When (Y/N) touched Spidy, she could crawl walls and so on. She just couldn't fight. She never inherits their skills.

—

"I hate you," she said to him about the 50th time today.

Her back landed on the matt again. And she was surprised it wasn't broken yet. 

"Your endurance as well as your upper body strength suck," he lectured her.

Bucky ignored her statement about hating him. She had mumbled it under her breath so many times he didn't feel the need to acknowledge it. (Y/N) huffed and stared at him reproachfully. Even now, she looked beautiful. Propped up on her elbows, covered in sweat with furrowed brows. She was pissed. At least she acted like it. She seemed to be angrier at herself for not getting it than at him. She did mess up a lot of the instructions he gave her. But she had potential. 

"If you let me use my powers, it wouldn't be this bad. I would get your super serum strength," (Y/N) mumbled and rubbed a hand over her face.

Bucky laughed and stretched a hand out to help her up. It was the gentleman in him. Something he never got entirely rid of over the years. He wasn't going soft on her, but he still had basic manners, like holding open the door and helping a woman up.

"Steve let you use your powers, didn't he?" Bucky asked her.

(Y/N) sighed and stretched her limps.

"He did, but it was easier. Because he is fucking strong. How am I supposed to beat someone like you?" she growled.

"Natasha does it every day," he pointed out.

(Y/N) stopped rubbing her sore neck and rolled her eyes.

"Yea, I know she is good at everything. Stupid perfect woman," she said.

Bucky knew what she was trying to do. It was not gonna work with him. She tried getting his reassurance. She was trying it for about the fifth time today. To get his sympathy. He only understood now what Steve meant. He was close to giving in. She gave him one of her innocent smiles, and if he didn't know what she was doing, he would have dropped everything then and there. 

"Doll, not gonna work. I'm not Steve. I won't let you use powers or get out of training," he said with a cheeky smile and raised brows.

(Y/N) dropped her head. She swore under her breath. Good, that girl swore like a pirate. And he found it slightly endearing.

"Screw you," she said, "Sargent Barnes."

She placed her hands on her hips and huffed.

"In position," he laughed, "Recruit."

---

"No, she can't. She isn't ready yet. She wouldn't last five minutes in the field," Bucky said and puffed his chest out. 

This was new for (Y/N) to see Bucky was always the one making himself smaller than he was. He didn't want to be seen. Or to seem less dangerous. But not now. He stood next to her chair with his legs firmly placed and his Arms crossed. Not with his hips jolted out. She had noticed the difference between Bucky Barnes and Sargent James Buchanan Barnes. She liked Bucky better.

"Are you sure? I need another asset," Steve said and looked between her and Bucky.

(Y/N) seemed furious. Bucky didn't believe she was ready for the mission. And he told Steve, in front of everyone. She felt embarrassed and humiliated. 

"Yes, she isn't good enough yet," Bucky then said.

Or Sargent Bucky. She looked up at him. He only spared her a glance. She thought to see something that resembles regret. But then he looked away. So she let her eyes travel over the Avengers. All of them looked at her with pity. Without another word, she got up from her chair. She didn't feel the need to argue. Because the worst part was Bucky was right. It had been two months, and she still didn't learn it. Her head was held high as she stepped past the soldier and out of the door. She needed a drink.

"(Y/N)," Bucky yelled behind her.

He must have noticed that she was upset, but she continued walking. She didn't wanna see his face right now. She would punch it most likely.

"Wait," Bucky then said and grabbed her hand.

 He had caught her just when she stepped foot into the kitchen. He grabbed her wrist to stop her. (Y/N) Spun around to the brunette man. If her look could kill someone, he would be dead. Very dead. 

"Look, we'll train more. And then you can go on missions. I promise you. I just don't want you to go out there unprepared. Something could happen," Bucky tried to explain.

"I can do it. Why do I need this training? I could just get Wanda's power and use it in the field," she yelled.

Her eyes were fixed on his hand gripping her wrist. It was his metal arm; she was never bothered by it. She actually liked when it touched her while training. It cooled her down.

"You don't get it. What if you are in the field and none of us is near. I know the power manipulation doesn't hold for long. What if you are somewhere with no superpowered human? You are useless," he grunted.

He hated her stubbornness. Why couldn't she just listen like Steve promised him she would. Training her was exhausting because she didn't want to train. If she would actually put effort into it, she would be better. 

(Y/N) gave him a look, and a sudden urge overtook her. She wanted to show him that she could beat him. She wasn't useless. She had survived without his help for so long, so she didn't need him now.  

"Oh yeah?" she asked, and with that, she stretched out her other hand and touched his forehead.

Her skin touched his, and he felt a sudden rush go through him. Like something was pulling on him. And it wasn't because he touched her. Before he could register what she was doing, she had turned her hand so that she was gripping his arm, spun around and flipped him over her shoulder. Bucky landed on his back next to one of the kitchen chairs. Her left boot on his chest. She gave him defining smile. She had stolen his power. Well, he still had it, but they were equal now. His mouth opened slightly and closed again. What just happened? 

"Sorry? What was that about being useless?" she asked teasingly. 

Okay, if she was going to play it like that. Without warning, he kicked his foot against her other leg. She lost her balance, and Bucky rolled out from under her left foot. He jumped to his feet and stood opposite of her. They stared at each other. Both of them were in a defensive position. He couldn't help but notice that it looked exactly how he taught her. Not bad.

"Oh, Doll. You really wanna do this?" he asked her with a small smile. 

(Y/N) Didn't feel the need to answer. She just stormed in his direction and threw a fist at him. He caught it midair and held it in his palm. And he felt the force she used to hit him. That was his strength in her. He spun her around. The girls back was pressed against his chest. He had one arm pinned to her chest and the other around her neck, where he applied light pressure. He could smell her perfume and feel her rapid breathing. 

"You would be dead just about now," he mumbled into her ear. 

"Not so much," she grunted and stomped her heel to his foot. Bucky let her go in shock.

Bucky realised now this was different. This wasn't like training. They were fighting, and she was intent on winning. (Y/N) spun around, and then she grabbed a vase and threw it at him. He ducked it in shock while it shattered against the white wall behind him. She was angry. This wasn't fun for her. Bucky felt bad for a split second, then he remembered that none of this was his fault. Slowly he got up from his position. He studied her face. (Y/N)'s eyes looked more like slits and not as bright as usual.

"Have I  ever told you how insane you are?" he mumbled.

She huffed out air from her nose. They stared at each other for another second before both of them fully charged at each other. 

--

"Au," (Y/N) moaned while Bruce stitched up the cut on her forehead. 

He wasn't feeling sorry for her, that much she could see. She sat at one of the barstools. The one that was still standing. With a bruised lip and a cut on her forehead. But she still had Bucky's ability, so she did already feel it healing. Bucky sat on another chair where Tony was fixing his metal arm, where she rammed a knife into. It had gotten out of hand really fast. Some of the decor in the room was broken, while Bucky and (Y/N) were both hurt. And (Y/N) felt like a madwoman. She wasn't sure what came over her. She was just so angry, and Bucky being Bucky made it worse. And now, she felt ashamed. She needed to apologise to Bucky, and she hated that.

"Normal people just have sex to blow off their steam, but you try to kill each other," Sam said as he cleaned up some shards. 

"We didn't try to kill each other," (Y/N) mumbled, her eyes cast down.

She hissed when Bruce knotted the thread. Great, that would scar. She didn't dare to look at the former Winter Soldier. But she heard Tony's tool shut off.

"You two need to clean this and get this issue between you out of the way," Tony said, pointing at them.

The rest of the Avengers left the room quietly. (Y/N) gave Bucky a shy look. He seemed just as embarrassed as her. So she decided to start. 

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, just as Bucky said the same.

Bucky looked up at her. He studied her face for a second before he got up and took a careful step closer. Only now (Y/N) noticed that she could hear his heartbeat, courtesy of his own power. It was steady and slow. 

"Look, I know you are frustrated that you can't go on missions yet. I am not refusing it because I want to hurt you, quite the opposite, actually. I don't want you to go out there and hurt yourself. I want you to be ready and be able to take care of yourself," he explained slowly. 

(Y/N) stopped playing with her fingers and raised her head with a sigh. She hopped off the chair and met Bucky in the middle.

"I know," she said, "I am sorry I threw a plate at you."

Bucky laughed, and it was like music to her ears. This wasn't new. She always enjoyed his laugh. 

"You know, sometimes I wonder why we fight so much," he then said.

(Y/N) joined his laugh and decided to just be helpful for a second. She grabbed a broom and continued sweeping.

"I think it is actually because we are very alike," she told him and shrugged. 

Bucky shook his head at her and started placing the chairs upright. He couldn't believe what she was saying. (Y/N) was very different from him. She was pure. As stupid as it sounded, she was. Her heart was good, and she loved people with all her heart. She lived in the sun, while Bucky was a man with a dark past and a jumbled memory.

"No, we disagree constantly," he said.

(Y/N) was about to be annoyed with him, but then she saw his wink and knew he was joking. And then she laughed. This was weird. Bucky and her joking. 

"Funny," she commented.

"I can be fun if I want to," he said with a cheeky smile. 

(Y/N) shook her head over the man's behaviour. And even if she didn't want it to, a genuine smile slipped on her lips. She watched him for a second. Maybe she and Bucky could have fun as well and not just fight. 

"Are you staring at me?" Bucky suddenly asked her and lifted his head.

She tried covering her blush, but not so lucky. 

"Uhm, no... Just continue cleaning," she mumbled and concentrated on her sweeping.

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Dating Bucky Barnes

Being worried about him going off on missions, even though you know he's safe

Praying HYDRA don't some how get into his head again

Having to hold him close during the night when nightmares come because of what he did under mind control

Reassuring him it's not his fault

Holding his shaking body until he finally falls asleep with his head on your chest, your heart beat soothing him completely

Also him having to hold you, with all he's been though sometimes even you cry in your sleep, having night mares about the man you love never coming back from a mission

But to only then be quickly pulled into his chest

Listening to his soft confirmations that he's there, and always will be

The talks about getting married one day

Although not every relationship is perfect

You do fight

And when you two do fight it's basically a screaming war with you two seeing who can out anger who the most

Probably throwing things, but you would never hurt each other physically

He would feel so bad for the arguments l, as would you, he would refuse to let you leave and wants you to just sit on his lap, curled into him with his arms around you until you both felt okay

Or sometimes the fights would just lead straight up to angry sex. Which happened most the time

But always cared for you after

Forever will treat you like a princess ,

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The New Recruit - Bucky Barnes (Part 2)

Title: The New Recruit (Part2)

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: It’s Bucky’s new job to train (Y/N). They just really, really don’t like each other.

Words: 3’051

Warnings: Language

Genere: Fluffy. Very very cheesy!

A/N: So this is part two. I also decided that it’s only gonna be two parts. I thought about making more and maybe I will, when I want to write more. But I don’t intend to.

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(Y/N) - your first name

(Y/L/N) - your last name

- Katie xx

Part 1

Their relationship had changed from that day on. It was like they were different people. Well, sometimes they still mocked each other, but they were civil. Maybe even more than that. The team noticed how both of them stole glances at each other. (Y/N) had developed a crush on the soldier. She couldn't believe it herself. Well, yea, he had always been handsome. She had eyes, but she never would have thought that she would get all giddy and nervous around him. It was a curse, to be honest. She wanted to tell him for so long that she just didn't know how to anymore at some point. She even dropped hints, but the man seemed oblivious to her feelings. Or he wasn't and just tried to let her down gently.

(Y/N) did some late night training to let out the frustration she had with herself and the situation. With her and her stupid heart for falling for the idiot. He had to start being kind to her. To make her laugh and turn their disagreeing into cute teasing. It was all his fault.

"(Y/N), Oh, there you are," a voice behind her said.

She knew it was Bucky. She would have known that voice anywhere. She had heard the low bariton enough. But she didn't bother turning around for him.

That was okay with Bucky. It gave him a good look on her backside. It was absolutely stunning to see her work, the back muscles moving with every punch. Five months ago, when they started training, he would have never thought that she would ever move with such elegance.

"Since when do you do extra training?" he asked her and leaned at the door frame.

She continued doing the combinations Bucky taught her. They just seemed more aggressive than usual. Poor Dummy. He was glad she didn't have super strength, or they would have to buy new ones.

"I always train," she lied.

This was so ridiculous she even laughed. She gave the dummy one last punch, her footwork perfect and her arms firm, not shaky at all like they used to be. Bucky couldn't hide the proud smile covering his face. That was his doing. He made the girl this strong.

She then grabbed her water bottle off the floor and took a sip. While drinking, she stepped closer to him.

"Why were you looking for me?" she asked.

Bucky had totally forgotten why he was here for a second. It was her face. Every time he looked at those eyes and those lips, he had the urge to kiss her. For a split second, he thought about just doing that, but he pushed it away. He wanted to do this the right way. Like you were supposed to do it.

"Bucky?" she asked again.

His face was burning, and he wasn't sure if she could see him blushing. God, this was embarrassing. He was here for one reason, he wanted to ask her out, to tell her how he felt. That he was stupid enough to fall in love with her. Well, he wouldn't say it like that, obviously.

"I... uhm," he began and stepped closer to her.

Bucky was unsure of himself. She lowered her bottle and stared into his eyes. Bucky stepped closer, and then he did something he would have never thought he'd do. He grabbed her free hand. A soft touch. Light, but he felt it in every fibre of his body. This was new, not like touching her when they trained, no. It was innocent.

"I wanted to ask you something," he continued.

He had practised this speech in his head. So many times. He even told Steve what he would say. Never in a million years would his old self have thought he would ask Steve for advice on that kind of subject. He looked up from their hands, and he thought he saw something like hope in her eyes.

"Yes?" she said and urged him to continue.

Bucky opened his mouth and closed it again. He continued staring into her eyes. Her smile was so soft that he wanted to touch her lips. And it was then when he chickened out.

"Uhm, what kind of movie do you wanna watch on movie night?" he then asked instead.

Her hopeful eyes turned into an annoyed face. He could have hit himself for this stupid question. Why didn't he just do it? How could he be scared of asking a girl out?

"A movie? Of course, it was a movie," she mumbled and spun on her heel.

She stomped to the bench where she had placed her bag and grabbed it. Bucky looked at her perplexed. What was she doing? What did he do now? She was angry again.

"Damn it, Sargent!" she yelled and stormed out of the room.

Bucky was frozen in his position. The only thing he could do was stare at the spot she just stood. What just happened?

--

She didn't know why she showed up. She was pissed at him. But there she was in her track pants and shirt walking into the living room.

She spotted five people on the Sofas. Wanda spread out on a chair and tucked under a blanket, Sam and Steve sitting on one sofa with a massive bowl of Popcorn. Peter had joined them as well, sitting on the blue chair and Bucky occupying the other sofa. Peter was probably supposed to be home by now, but who was she to judge. What bothered her more was that the only free space was next to Bucky. Was he doing this on purpose? She sighed and decided to not start drama, and sat down. She sat at the far end of the sofa with crossed arms. She felt Buckys stare at her. She just continued sulking.

"Great, everyone is here; the rest is busy or being anti-social," Sam said, rolling his eyes.

He then stuffed more Popcorn in his mouth, like every movie night. But this time (Y/N) 's heart was faster. She hated sitting close to Bucky. Well, no, she loved it, but it made her brain mush.

"What's the movie we are watching?" Steve asked.

And with that, the discussion began. (Y/N) was relatively quiet until she made a decision. Bucky had asked her which movie she wanted to see, and she was not gonna let them take it away from her.

"Let's watch Mamma Mia!" she said and clapped her hands together.

It was one of those movies that just made her feel good, and she couldn't help but smile slightly at the thought of that movie. The rest, not so much. A groan came from Sam.

"Again?" he asked and threw his head back dramatically.

Okay, maybe she made them watch it a few times. But she really enjoyed that movie. It always put a smile on her face. It was Mamma Mia for fuck's sake.

"You are just gonna dance and sing along, and it's really annoying," Peter mumbled.

(Y/N) gave him a look. The sass in that kid was becoming worse. She had to take him out of Tonys care. He started rubbing off on him.

"People under 17 don't get a vote," Sam threw in his direction.

It took Peter precisely three seconds to snatch Sams bowl in revenge. The web latched onto it, and he pulled it back, landing the Popcorn in his lap. Sam furrowed his brows, and Steve smiled at him. (Y/N) just ignored it. This was normal, believe it or not.

"C'mon, I need this. My muscles are still sore, so I can't do that much dancing. Sargent Barnes here tried killing me today... again," she grumbled and gave the man next to her a reproachful look.

Bucky was already staring at her. When she turned to him, a soft half-smile covered his lips. The rest of the team only saw adoration in his eyes, but (Y/N) didn't see it.

"Well, recruit, just doing my job. I only made you run 21 kilometres today," Bucky said with a cheeky smile and placed his arm on the back of the sofa.

She even thought she saw him scoot closer. (Y/N) did feel the urge to lean into him. It looked so comfortable. She knew there was only muscle under that henley. She wanted to touch it. There had been some dreams where she did. The thought of them sitting here, her leaning into his side and him putting his arm around her, felt right.

"See, torture, so let me have this," she said.

If she were standing, she would have stomped her foot. (Y/N) realised she was acting childish.

"We could fight over it," Sam laughed and put his fist up in a pretend boxing match.

She knew he was teasing her. He was referencing her and Buckys fight. He had been doing that for at least a month.

"Sure, let me just steal Steve's strength, and then we'll talk," she said.

Bucky watched their encounter with a smile. He wasn't sure who would beat who anymore. He trained the girl well.

"Okay, Sam, sit down. Let's watch Mamma Mia," Steve said, being the voice of reason.

(Y/N) sat down with a smile. She looked content and happy with what she had just achieved. Bucky enjoyed the look on her face, and it made him scoot a bit closer. It was like his body had its own mind. It needed her close. She looked at him, and he heard her heartbeat picking up.  This was new. Well, no, her pulse was always up when she was close to him, but they were always training, so he never suspected more of it.

---

The next day in training sucked. Bucky had beaten her again. This wasn't as usual as it used to be. Today he didn't let her lend his strength.

He stretched his hand out to her, like always. She sighed and stepped on her feet. Her hand shook slightly at the contact with Bucky. Why did he make her so nervous? This didn't seem normal anymore.

"Good Job," he said and helped her up again.

She couldn't stop thinking about yesterday. At some point throughout the movie, she and Bucky sat so close to each other that she could feel their thighs touching. But never did he take her hand or pull her into him. Bucky was afraid to make a move, and it annoyed her. What annoyed her even more was that she was scared to make a move as well. And she didn't know why. It was a time where a woman could take the first step. But Bucky and (Y/N) just danced around each other. Waiting until some miracle happened and one of them would have the balls to confess.

"Well, you won anyway," she mumbled, frustrated and grabbed her towel.

She had turned away from him and rubbed it over her face. Bucky watched her posture. It was defensive. He listened to her rapid heartbeat. She was angry, frustrated even, he could tell. Her being like this made him grumpy. It was like the woman was pregnant. Yesterday she would smile at him, and now suddenly, she was angry with him.

"What's up with you?" he asked her blunt.

He hated when she was angry. This made him feel like he was back to square one with her.

"Nothing," she mumbled into her towel.

Bucky sighed and rubbed the crease between his eyebrows. Was she acting ridiculous? Yes. This was just as common as it was 100 years ago. When a woman said nothing, there was always something.

"Of course there is. Yesterday you were all cuddly. And now you are acting bitchy," he said.

His hands were placed on his hips as he stared her down. She lowered her towel as soon as he spoke those words. Just to spin around and look at him. Her expression was furious. Because she had found another reason to be pissed at him again. As usual. That woman was so frustrating.

"Are you serious?" she asked him with a raised voice. She lifted her hands to drop them again.

It was like he angered the beast.

"Yes, just tell me what your problem is," his voice was raised.

He didn't notice himself that he stepped closer to her. He was too caught up in his anger.

She dropped the towel on the floor.

"You are," she told him. Her voice was strained.

His body had registered their closeness. His heartbeat was just as fast as hers now. He could reach out and touch (Y/N) 's cheek. And he wanted to. There was a longing he felt deep in his heart. The pull was unbearable.

"What have I done now?" he asked her and stepped away.

He couldn't think if she was this close to him. He needed to be able to breathe and use his brain.

"You... you are acting all charming, and you come in here every day looking like... that. And I am here dropping hints every day, but you don't ask me out," she yelled and pointed at him.

So she was pissed because... she liked him? This was typical between them. Fighting about things normal people would never fight about.

"Well, you make me feel all fluttery, and you are funny and pretty, and quite frankly, I hate it," he said.

(Y/N)' s face fell, she looked absolutely shocked, and she must have realised what they were having an argument about. She opened her mouth to interrupt him, but he shook his head. He started this confession; there was no use in stopping now.

"No, I am talking... You are so annoying. Really annoying. You have the biggest mouth in the world, and you swear like a sailor. And for some odd reason, you just find a way to always disagree with me. And when you don't get what you want, you to sulk for days," he rambled.

(YN) huffed and crossed her arms defensively. This was not going well. No love confession started with telling the other person how much he disliked them.

"Thanks," she mumbled ironically.

Bucky stepped closer to her and gave her a look. He needed her to shut up. But that wasn't really her strong suit.

"I am not finished," Bucky said, "But then there you are, being funny and adorable, and you give me one of those smiles that take my breath away. And then you sit next to me, and your arm brushes mine, and I feel like I am going to burst. I don't know what to say to you. You make me forget my words. I wanted to ask you out yesterday, but I couldn't. The absolute truth is that I like you a lot. And if you continue being like this, the chance that I fall in love with you is very high. I know this may surprise you, believe me, it surprised me, but...."

Bucky rant was interrupted.

Because she stepped on her tiptoes and kissed him. Just her lips on his. It was so brief and short he wasn't sure if he just imagined it. But he didn't. It was just a peck. She seemed just as shocked as him; her mouth had the shape of an "O".  A smile spread across his features. He carefully placed his hands on either side of her waist. One colder than the other. She didn't move a muscle, but her eyes followed his movements. She seemed in anticipation, watching him. Calculating his reaction.

"Did you just kiss me, recruit?" he teased her with a chuckle.

A slow nod came from her, and she pressed her lips together. She looked like she didn't believe she actually did that. He chuckled at her wariness. With a little tug, he pulled her closer. (Y/N) gasped, surprised and would have stumbled over her feet if he wouldn't have held her.

"But that was a bit weak," he continued.

She snorted, outraged. She put her hands on his chest and poked a finger into it. Her manner changed. Gone was the unsure girl, and back was (Y/N). She was indignant and feisty. Just how he liked her.

"Okay, this is so typical. I kiss you once, shortly, because it is my way of showing that I like you. And you complain. I can never do right by you. Why don't you show me how you are supposed to kiss people, Sargent," she commented sarcastically.

Her voice was grumbly, but he knew she wasn't really offended; she was just confused. So he gave her a cheeky smile. He shrugged his shoulders. He suddenly felt brave, and he couldn't believe that yesterday he chickened out of asking her to go on a date. It felt like so long ago. He stared into those eyes and felt the pull again. He didn't even need to force his body closer to her.

"Alright, Doll," he said.

Then he dipped his head down and kissed her. She made a surprised sound. But he ignored it. But then she buried her hands in his locks and pressed her body with full force against his. Bucky's heart was leaping out of his chest. This was better than he dreamed. She felt so soft against him. He could feel every curve and every edge. And his hands itched to explore more. So he let them travel from her hips to her shoulders, to her neck, her cheeks and then into her hair. He didn't know why but he wanted to pull her even closer to him.

She parted from him solely because of the need for air. Both of them were slightly out of breath. Both of their chests rose and fell rapidly.

"That wasn't bad, right?" he asked her.

His voice felt far away and didn't really sound the like usually. It was shakier. But the remark was cheeky anyway. (Y/N) tilted her head and lightly hit his broad chest. Bucky let his hands run down her shoulders and her body until he found her hands. Slowly he intertwined their fingers. A wild smile covered his face.

"Oh shut up, Bucky," she just mumbled.

He laughed at her remark, and when he looked into those soft eyes, he just decided to kiss her again.

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Anchor - Bucky Barnes

Title: Anchor

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: The reader can read minds and feelings but when (Y/N) (Y/L/N) met Bucky Barnes all she got was silence and terrible nightmares.

Words: 4’121

Warnings: none, sad Bucky

Genere: fluff

A/N: This is bloody long. And I don’t know if I like it or if it even makes sense. As always not from an English speaking country, so excuse my mistakes.

- Katie xx

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Bucky woke up from another nightmare. He was covered in sweat. It took him a second to comprehend where he was. Like every morning, he was shaken up. The pictures were burned into his memory, the screams still in his ears and the smell of blood still lingered. He didn't know if they were nightmares or things that actually had happened to him. The line between dreams and reality had become blurry a long time ago, even though he promised himself to remember all of their faces. Bucky needed to shake the uneasy feeling. So he got up to put on a shirt and go to the training room. It was the only way he knew how to get rid of intense emotions.

On the way down, he already noticed something was off. Because he saw Sam, Wanda, Natasha and Tony leaning over the railing looking down on the training room. Fighting noise was heard from down below. They were watching intensely from above. 

"Tony, you are right. She is really hot," Sam mentioned.

"And she got some moves. Steve actually seems to struggle," Natasha commented.

Bucky stood a few feet away from them and raised his eyebrows at his teammates. It wasn't unusual for them to be watching people train. But this seemed more like spying. Their voices were more of a whisper, and Tony's body was so far leaned over that Buck was sure he could fall at any second. Well, he was so not going to be the one saving him. Bucky finally stepped up next to Natasha and peered over the railing as well. There were indeed two people sparring. Steve was currently fighting a woman. Bucky had never seen her before. But the moment James Buchanan Barnes laid eyes on her, his breath caught in his throat. She was stunning. Her hair was tied back from her face. She was wearing training clothes that hugged every curve of her body. And she moved with such grace Bucky wasn't sure if he was even watching a fight. 

"Who is that?" Bucky asked, astonished when he found his voice again. 

He could swear he saw Wanda, Sam, and Tony jump a little, while Nat just seemed unfazed by his presence. Bucky was a trained assassin. It appeared he lost the ability to make any noise when he walked up to people. Great for the field, but really terrible for socialising. Usually, he gave his arrival away with some noise so he wouldn't scare people. But he was so caught under the woman's spell that he forgot. The only person he couldn't sneak up on was Natasha. It seemed like she always knew he was coming. 

"That is (Y/N) (L/N). She is our new recruit," Sam explained.

Bucky's eyes never left her. It was like he couldn't even if he tried. She mesmerised him like no woman before. It was unbelievable how she seemed to block every of Steves moves. Bucky was sure she had not taken one hit since he started watching her. Steve, on the other hand, was nearly taken down by her a few times. And he seemed exhausted. 

"How about a break Steve," she said a split second later. 

The blond nodded thankfully and walked to the side of the mat to grab two water bottles. The woman followed him. So did five pairs of eyes from above.

"How did he find her? She doesn't look like a stray Steve just picked up," Nat asked.

Wanda had her hair tilted and stared at the woman as if trying to figure her out.

"I can't tell. I can't tell anything. I'm not picking up a thing. No emotion, no fear. It's just nothing. Like a black hole," Wanda said slowly.

Bucky swore he could see the woman smile slightly. Her blocking every hit made him suspicious. Something was off with her.

"Do you think she is like you?" Nat asked.

She seemed to have noticed it too. Natasha was better at observing people than Bucky. Both of them were trained to assassinate people, but Hydras approach was a bit different than the Red Rooms. The women were taught to seduce, to be friendly, to get information out of people. Bucky was only sent in when it had to be quick and quiet. He couldn't read people like her. He observed situations and could escape rooms in split seconds. Bucky had already made up at least five ways out of here in the last five minutes. In case of attack. It was a habit he never got entirely rid of.

Tony seemed like he was going to add something to Tasha's statement, but the (Y/N)'s face turned to them.

"You could just come down and talk to me. I don't bite," she said and took a sip of the bottle in her hand. 

Tony's eyebrows furrowed together, and Steve seemed to hide a laugh. 

Bucky was the first one to move from his spot. He remembered now why he came here. Not to stare at some girl, even though it got rid of some of his rages. Without a word, he entered the training room and started wrapping his right hand. He felt someone watch his motions. 

"Bucky, come over here real quick. I want to introduce someone," Steve said from their training ring. 

Bucky turned around slowly. It wasn't like he was trying to be rude. If he was honest, he was scared to embarrass himself. Bucky used to be good at charming people's pants off. Now it felt like a foreign part of him. He strolled over, his eyes now looking at the woman's face. And he was stunned all over again. She was even more beautiful up close. Her eyes were bright, and her lips full. The most kissable lips he had ever seen. Barnes wasn't sure where these thoughts were coming from, but now he was even more embarrassed. With force, he pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind. Only then did Bucky notice the pretty woman frowning at him. He gave her one of his charming smiles. Or at least he hoped it was.

"Bucky, this is (Y/N) (L/N)," Steve introduced them, "(Y/N) this is my friend Bucky."

She still frowned up at the taller man. Bucky had stretched his hand out for her to shake, but she didn't even move hers an inch. Instead, she stared into his eyes so intensely that Bucky was sure she was looking into his soul. His stomach turned. He had never felt so nervous and excited at the same time. He never was the guy to get anxious talking to a woman. That was Steve's thing. For Barnes, this was supposed to be easy. This used to be easy. Now he just felt like she put his whole body on fire.

"What is wrong with you?" she then blurted out, still studying him. 

And then he realised something. His smile dropped as fast as it appeared, and he felt like someone poured a cold bucket of water over him. Of course, (Y/N) wouldn't want to shake his hand. A beautiful woman like her wouldn't even want to talk to someone like him. A killer, an assassin. The memory of his nightmare crept back to him as if it tried to remind him of his sins. Bucky dropped his hand. Steve just watched (Y/N) with his mouth open. A quiet whisper of her name fell from his lips. As if he was shocked by her rudeness. 

"Of course. I'm sorry...I didn't mean to assume you would... I mean...I am going to leave now," Bucky stumbled over his words. 

Without another sound, he stormed out of the training room, past his confused teammates that stood by the door.

°°°

"What was that about? I will not tolerate you being rude to Bucky. He isn't just some thing. He is an Avenger. A good man. And he was just going to be nice. And socialising is really hard for him...," Steve started rambling.

(Y/N) had turned to Steve in shock.

"Oh god, I didn't mean it like that. I...I'm sorry. It's just...he is different," she tried to explain.

Steve was in distress. He was angry and confused. And (Y/N) was sure he was about to start pacing. She didn't have to use her powers to know that.

"I know he has a metal arm. He hates the prosthetic like no one else," Steve continued to defend his best friend. 

She felt the need to stop him there. It wasn't meant like that. She didn't even notice his arm. First, she was too busy staring at him. That guy looked like a freaking Greece good. She could look at him for hours and not be bored. But then she noticed something else.

"Steve. Bucky is different. He... I can't read him. I have not picked up one of his thoughts or feelings," she explained.

Steve stiffened. But his face didn't match her confusion. It was sad. (Y/N) couldn't help but pick up his thoughts. And she was shocked by what she heard about the Winter Soldier.

°°°

She had to apologise to the poor guy. But it wasn't as easy as she thought. Because Steve wanted her to meet the rest of the team. Well, she already knew all their names, so they didn't need an introduction. They were the freaking Avengers, for God's sake. They were also really welcoming, to her surprise. And as glad as she was about that, Bucky and (Y/N) weren't alone for a second. And she didn't feel like embarrassing him and apologising in front of the whole team. And every time she tried making eye contact, he looked away. After dinner, Natasha showed her the rooms she would be moving into today. They were excellent, and she was sure this whole bedroom was more expensive than the apartment she had lived in before. 

(Y/N) tried sleeping. She really did, but she couldn't get a particular blue-eyed soldier out of her head. Steve did explain to her why he thought she couldn't read him. He mentioned his friend's issues with opening up to people. So he must have some walls in place. Some she couldn't even break through with powers. She had met people before she had trouble reading. But none of them were impossible. Natasha was one of those. She noticed that she was an assassin quickly. It seemed like she was trained in this. Reading Black Widows thoughts cost her so much power she stopped trying after five minutes. Unlike Tony's and Sam's. It's like they were screaming their thoughts at her. She now knew things about the guys she really didn't need to. She made a mental note to inform the Captain of his team's lack of mental walls. Wanda was actually really good at hiding her thoughts. And (Y/N) didn't even try to understand Visions mind. It was weird and way too wise for her. 

(Y/N) woke up with a scream. Her body sat up in bed faster than she could comprehend. She looked around the room and saw several items floating in the air. She softly dropped them into their places again with a sigh. This hadn't happened since she was a kid. When (Y/N) had a bad dream, her telegenic power was set off. But back then, the dreams were harmless. But not this time. The dream she just had wasn't about monsters. It was about torture and murder. They felt out of place. As if they weren't hers. She couldn't go back to sleep. She tried, but the screams still filled her ears. It was 5 a.m., and she decided to just start her day. 

She had planned to go and train, but it was already occupied when she entered the training room. A sweat covered back was turned to her. A very broad, muscular back. It was Bucky hitting a boxing bag. His metal arm gave him away. The shifting metal pads were reflecting the dim light from the ceiling. (Y/N) couldn't help but watch him. She had frozen in her step, her mouth slightly agape. This man was gorgeous even from the back. Bucky turned around so fast she couldn't really keep up with what happened. Because a split second later, he had her pinned against the wall. His blue eyes looking cold. When he realised who she was, he let go of her as if he had just touched a hot iron. 

"Oh, it's you," he said.

(Y/N) had not felt this shocked in a long time. It was weird being around him. It was quiet, too quiet. She would have predicted that move with any other person. But not with him. He could attack her any second, and she would be as helpless as any other person. (Y/N) thought she saw something like guilt in his eyes as he took three steps away from her. 

"I didn't mean to sneak up on you. I'm sorry, Bucky," she said after she found her voice again.

Bucky just gave her a quick nod and turned back to the boxing bag. (Y/N) realised that this was the perfect time to apologise to the man. She took one cautious step closer to the brunette. 

"Actually, now that you are here," she began, "I'd like to apologise for my behaviour."

 Her voice was quiet, small. Like she felt actually bad. And Bucky couldn't help but to stop his punching and turn to her. Was this real? Was she actually here saying those words.

"I didn't mean it that way. There is nothing wrong with you. Or maybe there is. I don't know. But you just surprised me," she fumbled with her words.

Bucky surprised her? For him, it was the other way around. He was so smitten by her, even after she said those words, he couldn't stop staring. Throughout the whole dinner, he had to look at her. How she laughed with his teammates and how she told them about her life. And he wanted to be part of it. He wanted her to laugh at his jokes and tell him about herself. But he didn't let himself. She was already disgusted by him. He wouldn't have compromised it even more by saying something.

"I'm afraid I don't understand, Doll," Bucky voiced his confusion.

Both of them seemed surprised at his pet name for her. Bucky had no idea where it came from. Well, he knew he used the nickname a lot in his earlier days. 

"I can't read you. And I tried. Throughout the whole dinner, I tried reading you. Just to get a feeling, a thought or a taste, but there is nothing. It's like running against a wall repeatedly. And quite frankly, I don't like it. It's so frustrating, and I got a terrible headache," (Y/N) said.

She didn't mean to sound angry. But she did hate it. It was scary not being able to be prepared for everything. She didn't know what Bucky would do next, what he thought or felt. To her surprise, Bucky had a smile on his lips. 

"Maybe this does you some good. Not knowing. I have a feeling you are not used to it. So maybe you just have to live with not knowing what I think."

With that, Bucky turned around again. Signalling this conversation was over. And (Y/N) just stood there lost for words. Was this his way of excepting her apology?

°°°

The dreams didn't go away. (Y/N) was generally scared to sleep. She didn't want the images of those dreams in her mind. So after a month, she had enough. She decided to stay up. Netflix kept her company, and it was a relatively quiet night. Until something pushed at her mind. It was the dream again. Then she heard the scream. She had never heard it before. Because she was usually asleep when it happened. She hadn't thought that this person would have bad dreams every night. In the beginning, she thought it was just temporary. She needed to find out who this person was, who caused her these sleepless nights. Not because she wasn't sleeping but also because the person was hurting. With every dream, pain and guilt were sent over to her. So she got up, blocking every image that was sent over her mental bonds. Only following the scream. It led to a room. Without thinking, she burst into the bedroom. The screaming had stopped. Bucky sat on the king-size bed in his room with his head hung low. And (Y/N)'s heart broke for the poor man as soon as she spotted him. She couldn't believe she hadn't figured it out before. Of course, it was him. The broken soldier. The tortured soul. That always seemed to be awake when she was. The incident in the training room wasn't the last time she had encountered Bucky at night. They had formed a particular bond in their nightly meetings. And she didn't mind the silence of his thoughts as she used to. It was refreshing. She trained with him, and Steve had paired them up on missions a few times already. He had seen the friendship that had blossomed between the pair. He also saw Bucky's crush on the girl. 

Guilt hit (Y/N) like a truck. If she had tried harder to read him, she might have had noticed earlier that he was in pain. But Bucky didn't share his pain with her. He only shared his good thoughts with (Y/N). He told her about his old life, he teased her just like Sam did, and he listened like no one else. Over the last week, she started picking up some of his feelings. It started so unexpectedly that she wasn't sure it was him at first. They were eating Breakfast, Sam, Steve, Bucky and her. The boys had just returned from their morning jog. And Sam was telling some story about the one time he and Steve went to a bar. She was laughing along with the boys. And suddenly, a feeling of pure joy hit her. And it was a different joy like she had felt before. Not like Sam's constant joy with everything, not Steve's soft joy. It was different. It was stronger and mixed with thankfulness. As if the person wasn't this happy for a long time. When she looked at Bucky, he was looking at her with a bright smile, and she couldn't help herself but beam back at him. She had never picked up an actual thought, but every day she could read more of his feelings.

"Bucky?" she whispered and slowly closed the door behind her.

He didn't move a muscle. His hair was covering his face, and she couldn't see his expression. She sat down next to him anyway. (Y/N) was determined to help the poor man. 

"Hey, James, it's me," she whispered and placed a hand on his shoulder. 

(Y/N) had started a habit of calling him by his real name. At first, she only did it to tease him. But she actually liked the sound of it. Bucky slowly lifted his head to look at her. He looked like a kicked puppy. Broken and sad. And then she felt it, a feeling of helplessness. And it came from him. She had just caught one of his feelings.

He couldn't believe she was actually here. The Wintersoldier had somehow developed feelings for the mind reader. But she wouldn't know that. To his honest luck, she couldn't read him. She would be terrified of what she would find in his head.  

"What are you doing here?" Bucky asked.

(Y/N) gave him a soft smile. That smile nearly took all his pain away. It was so sweet and so genuine, and Bucky really felt like hugging her to his chest. So he would feel something else. Something more than pain and loss.

"I heard your screams," she mumbled.

She didn't feel like telling him that he projected his nightmares on her. (Y/N) didn't want to hurt him more. She had gotten to know him over the last weeks, and Bucky was just like Steve. Both men liked taking all the blame. And if she told him, he might hide behind the wall again. 

"I am sorry, I woke you," he mumbled.

He sunk his head. He was ashamed. 

He couldn't believe what she must think of him. But to his surprise, she didn't run away. 

"I can help," she whispered, "If you let me." 

He shook his head furiously. He had no intention of letting her see him in this state. She shouldn't have to deal with him. With this mess of a man.

"You don't have to do this," Bucky mumbled. 

She chuckled a little as she shook her head. She was having none of that.

"I know. But I want to help you. James, you are my friend. Now come here."

Bucky would have done anything if she looked at him like this. She scooted up against the headboard of his bed, and her arms stretched out for him. And God was she perfect. And Bucky couldn't help but obey.

He laid his head on her lap, and as soon as he did that, her hand started stroking his hair. Bucky was frozen. He was never this close to her. Expect maybe training. But this was different. His heart was about to burst out of his chest, and he couldn't believe that it was a reality.

"I have to tell you something. I have been up all these nights because I had terrible dreams. But they weren't mine. And I came here because I heard you scream. And I realised your terror somehow reached me," she whispered.

His head shot up from her lap, and he had to stare at her for a minute. He did this to her? She had seen all his horrors. Like he saw them. Bucky had never felt worse in his life. Not her. Never her. Something pure as she shouldn't see this. But something else reached his mind. If his dreams reached her, she must have read him. What if she had learned to read him over those weeks. Did that mean she knew? Did she know he cared for her this deeply?

"I thought you couldn't read me."

"I can't read you. But people let their guard down when they sleep. I do it too," she explained. 

The guilt had hit him again. He felt terrible. Bucky was the one keeping (Y/N) up. He had never thought to ask why she was awake every night. He was so grateful for her company that he was selfish enough not to ask.

"I am so sorry. You shouldn't have to see all of this. My past, my wrongdoings. I don't deserve this. Your help. I can tell Steve to move my bedroom further away from yours, so maybe you can sleep in peace," he mumbled.

To his surprise, she smiled again. He was so confused about how she was still here. Why she didn't already run. Run from a broken man.

"You are such a good man. I can't believe you sometimes," she said and grabbed his face between her hands, "you don't deserve any of it. And none of it is your fault. All of this was done to you. You know me picking up your feelings from time to time means you've opened up to me. And you trusting me means so much. You can't imagine it. And now be quiet and let me help you, please."

His inside was on fire again. He did trust (Y/N). Maybe just as much as Steve. He didn't know how she did it. He was the Wintersoldier, and he trusted no one. But there was she, this beautiful woman who took him under her spell the day he met her. And even if she might know his feelings for her scared him, he was happy she was here. Glad he found her. Bucky knew better than to continue to argue. He was tired of fighting his need for comfort and love. So Bucky let (Y/N) take him into her arms. She stroked his hair again, and Bucky felt like closing his eyes. Suddenly he was taken over by a feeling of content. (Y/N) started humming a tune he didn't know. Here in her arms, he felt at peace for the first time in years. And he realised it was her doing. He knew she was using her powers to calm him. But that wasn't the only thing. It was her. Her holding him made him feel at ease. With or without power. (Y/N) was his anchor.

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[statierogers]

A Grumpy Christmas Bucky - Bucky Barnes

Title: A grumpy Christmas Bucky

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky doesn’t like Christmas. At least he thinks so.

Words: 1’389

Warnings: None. Maybe some terrible cheesiness.

Genere: Fluffy

A/N: I love Christmas. So I felt like writing a cheesy Christmas Imagine with Bucky Barnes.

- Katie xx

My Masterlist

(Y/N) - your first name

(Y/H/C) - your hair color

Your name: submit What is this?

°°°

Bucky sat on the couch and read his book. Or at least he was trying to, but Steve's, Sam's and (Y/N) 's loud singing kept on interrupting him mid-sentence. They were belting out some version of a Christmas tune while decorating the massive tree in the living room. Tony had it delivered to the base specifically for (Y/N). She was ridiculously obsessed with Christmas.

He watched her as she grabbed another box of ornaments. Bucky thought he saw the words Avengers written on it. He couldn't believe his eyes and leaned forward on his seat. But there she was pulling out a mini version of Captain America. She held it up in front of Steve's face. Bucky hadn't seen him look this happy in years.

 "Is that me?" he asked her and grabbed it.

(Y/N) nodded happily. And Bucky had to stop himself from grinning. He still couldn't believe that this was his girlfriend. To other people, she may look a bit crazy. It's like Christmas threw up on her. She wore a red skirt, a crazy Christmas sweater with the most horrible pun, and a Santa hat on top of her head. To him, this weird girl was the most beautiful human he'd ever seen.

"There is also one of you, James," (Y/N) said while hanging up the Iron Man Ornament.

Bucky just shook his head. He just didn't understand the fuss about Christmas. He never had. Even back in the day, when his sisters used to get way too excited. For him, it never mattered if they had the perfect tree or huge presents. But here, things were different. Since the first November, every Avenger was talking about it. Wanda and Vision were trying to make the perfect dinner, Sam put his time into making "the perfect Christmas dinner" playlist, and Steve and (Y/N) were fussing about trees and ornaments for days. He didn't understand how everyone was so excited. It was just Christmas. Another holiday where shops made way too much profit.

Without a word, he lifted the book back up, hiding his face. Mainly because of the look on (Y/N)'s face. She looked so excited, so happy, and if he kept on seeing that, his heart would explode. She just made him feel so warm inside. Not just him, she was that kind of woman that everyone liked. Smart, kind and fun. The Avengers adored her, Tony especially. He would do everything for the young woman. He had a strong suspicion that (Y/N) and Peter were his favourites. And the worst thing was, (Y/N) knew Tony had a soft spot for her. She only had to ask for the enormous tree, and a few days later, it stood in their living room.

"Don't mind him. Bucky doesn't like Christmas," Steve said and stepped up the ladder to decorate the upper part of the tree.

Bucky was sure he heard (Y/N) gasp in shock. He lowered his book again and looked at Steve. His friend looked like such a dork, with his green Christmas sweater and reindeer ears. (Y/N) had put them on his head about an hour ago, and it had taken Buck about five minutes to stop laughing. Something was just funny about seeing Captain America all dressed up.  

"No, It's not Christmas that I don't like. It's all the drama around it. No one needs this huge tree and sweaters," he said and gestured down himself in a silent accusation.

He made a face as he saw the ugly sweater (Y/N) made him wear. It was bright red with a deer on it. She made everyone dress festively. Even Clint, who was currently running through the tower to find the tree-topper. (Y/N) had freaked out when she didn't find it in the ornament box. 

"How did I not know that about you?" she asked, astonished.

Bucky shrugged his shoulders. 

"Never felt like mentioning it," he mumbled.

He didn't tell her because he didn't want to make her unhappy. So he held the information back. He knew she loved Christmas.

"Well, you have never spent Christmas with the Avengers. This is going to be great as one of those movies," she said happily. "Wanda and Vision are going to serve you the best dinner you ever had, which Sam is going to eat like he would take part in an eating contest. Tony is going to flirt with May, who he pressured Peter into inviting as well. Pepper is going to hate that but keeps herself busy with starring at Steve. And Clint and Tasha will be drunk by nine. But it will be great, and everyone will love it."

Steve laughed while she talked. He seemingly remembered last year. Sam had nearly dropped the Wintersoldier ornament in shock of the accusation. He mumbled something along the lines of I don't eat that much. 

Bucky shook his head because this Christmas sounded exhausting. Maybe he needed to get drunk with Tasha and Clint. 

"(Y/N) don't act like you aren't tipsy too. And then you always make that emotional speech about how much you love everyone," Sam added.

"So, just like every day?" Bucky said and smiled innocently at his girlfriend. 

Steve stifled a laugh and (Y/N) giggled slightly. God, he loved this girl so much. She spun back around to the tree.

"Oh, and Steve here made me dance with him to the Jingle Bell Rock."

Her finger pointed at him accusingly. A blush covered Steve's cheeks. Bucky was slightly jealous of the picture he formed in his head. 

"Well, their dancing was horrible. Steve ain't got moves," Sam said to Steve. 

Steve turned his wide frame with a shocked expression. Bucky was lost in thought about how he would dance with his girl and nearly didn't notice her drop down on the couch next to him. 

"I love this. Christmas is beautiful." 

Bucky didn't understand. She stared at the bickering boys and sighed happily. Nothing about this looked like a happy Christmas. It was way too noisy and messy—nothing like the movies. You could hear pots clappering in the kitchen, smell something burn and hear the faint, very wrong singing of Peter, who was wrapping a present for Tony at the kitchen table.

"I don't understand why everyone enjoys this so much," he said to her, staring at the boys. 

(Y/N) turned to him with a small smile. A soft look in her eyes.

"It's not Christmas we love; it's the people. All of us are lost souls who found each other, in a way, like a weird family. Most of us would spend a lonely Christmas if we didn't have each other," She explained and leaned her head against his shoulder.

Without thinking, he put his arm around her and couldn't help but smile down at her. It was something he did automatically. His body was used to holding her. It felt right.

"We would have each other," he pointed out and kissed her head adoringly. 

She laughed quietly. That was true. It would be Bucky and her. And it would be beautiful. But it would also be wrong not spending Christmas with these weird people. 

"Well, now we have them too," she mumbled and freed herself from his hug.

Their little moment was over, and she jumped up. He missed her touch already. He felt like he needed to hold her as much as possible.

"So don't be grumpy, James." she mentioned, "I'll dance with you too."

And then she took his book out of his hand, threw it on the couch and pulled him up. Her grin was huge. Bucky let her pull him in front of the enormous tree. 

"Friday can you turn this up?" she asked the AI and began spinning Bucky around.

Steve laughed, still standing on the ladder, and Sam started filming them. And Bucky couldn't hold back a laugh as he danced with his girl surrounded by his friends. Maybe this Christmas won't suck as much.

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[statierogers]

Dance with me - Bucky Barnes

Title: Dance with me

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) is really pissed with Bucky, for letting her worry about him.

Words: 1’385

Warnings: None. Cuteness

Genere: Fluffy

A/N: Have you seen Dirty dancing? Well, my version of the best scene ever (this scene: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pouIFiaIig). I just had the idea for this and kinda whipped it up. I’m not sure if I like it, but here you go. (song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mEu8DrO9PbY)

- Katie xx

(Y/N) - your first name

Your name: What is this?

My Masterlist

°°°

(Y/N) couldn't sleep because she was worried. She stood in front of the window and pulled the blanket closer around her. She was waiting for Bucky to come back from his mission. The Quinjet with him and Steve on it should have already been back yesterday, and they hadn't made contact in over three days. That was unusual; they would usually report it if they were late. And she couldn't help but think that something might have happened to them.

She shifted her weight from her left to her right foot while taking a sip out of her cup. The Avengers base was always cold at night, and she regretted not wearing her long Pj's and socks. She would only stay in the living room until the jet appeared above the hangar bay, and then she would go to bed. At least, that was what she told herself. Pretending that she wouldn't be running down there to hug him and see if he was injured, but she wasn't sure if that was going to work out. Because (Y/N) was in love with Bucky. How couldn't she be? James Buchanan Barnes was perfect. He was charming, kind, and funny. And just one look from those damn blue eyes and her knees felt weak.

She wasn't sure how he felt, but she thought he might like her too. He flirted with her but never made a move on her. But he always seemed to be around her.

She glanced at the clock on the wall, reading 4:03 am. In about thirty minutes, Sam would start getting ready for his morning run. Usually, he would go with Steve and Bucky, but they weren't here.

"(Y/N)?" someone suddenly asked behind her.

She would have known that low voice every time. Shocked, she turned around, nearly dropping the mug.

"Bucky, what are you doing here?" she gasped.

And there he was, a bruise on his cheek and a slight cut above his eyebrow. Nevertheless, he looked handsome. The small lamp (Y/N) had turned on dipped him into golden light. His hair was messy, and his eyes sleepy. Yet still too beautiful for him to be a real human being.

"I couldn't sleep, so I went for a glass of water. Why are you up? You love sleeping," he mumbled, stepping closer, a soft smile on his lips.

What did he mean by couldn't sleep? 

Has he already been back all along? He must have come back and not informed her. She wasn't sure if she should be annoyed or embarrassed.

"I was waiting for you," she said loudly.

Bucky's eyebrows furrowed, but she ignored his confused look and put the mug down with more force than necessary. It nearly swapped over.

"What do you mean? I was in bed. The mission was exhausting; we ran into some trouble. Slept since I came back this afternoon," he mentioned casually.

He had to be kidding. Since this afternoon and he couldn't even tell her he was okay? She ripped her blanket off her shoulder, suddenly feeling too warm for it.

"Well, I am glad you slept well while I was waiting worried sick here. Try telling me next time that you are back and alive, so I don't have to freeze my butt off waiting here for you," she snarled.

She had stepped towards him and shoved the blanket in his hand. Bucky just stood there with big confused eyes and mouth agape. 

 She held his look and waited for a response. He didn't say a single word. With another angry noise, she walked away from him out of the room. If he couldn't even apologise, she would just leave.

Bucky was stunned by what just had happened. She had worried about him. Did that mean she cared? He couldn't believe she actually did. To say Bucky was hopelessly in love with (Y/N) since the day he had laid eyes on her was an understatement. She was gorgeous inside out. He never actually made a move on her. He only cryptically flirted with her. And now he made her angry. Did he just blow his chance with her? With a sigh, he turned around, laid the blanket on the sofa, and hurried behind her.

"Crap," he muttered under his breath.

°°°

He found her sitting on her bed in her room, listening to a record he didn't know. She was staring at him as he entered but didn't move a muscle. Bucky leaned against the door frame with crossed arms, watching her. He could have sighed out loud at how pretty she looked. With her messy hair, black satin PJ shorts, and tank-top. Her face was angry, but she still made his legs feel weak. Bucky didn't understand how she never noticed. Never before had she seemed to see how she took his breath away every time she smiled at him. Or how he tried to stand a little taller and look buffer as soon as she entered the room. Bucky wanted her bad. In every way. But now, she just looked at him with angry eyes. And he knew she waited for him to apologise.

"You're angry," he mumbled.

(Y/N) had raised her eyebrows. This was the most obvious thing he could have said. But he didn't add anything else. He was testing the waters at how pissed she would be.

"Of course, I am angry. I was waiting. Worrying. Do you know how that feels? You were supposed to be back days ago, and you didn't call me," she complained.

Bucky smiled softly. He couldn't refrain from it. He shouldn't be looking at her like this when she looked like she was about to punch him. But it was flattering, her being worried about him. He never had that before. 

"Believe me, Doll. I do know," he mumbled.

It was nearly funny how she never noticed how much he cared about her. He was terrified as soon as she took part in a mission. It killed him to see her go. Steve even let Bucky tag along when she had missions after the team told him how annoying Bucky was acting every time she was out there. 

(Y/N)' s mouth made a slight O shape when she seemed to realise what he meant. She wasn't sure what to say either — scared that she would anger him. She didn't want that look to disappear on his face. That smile. That beautiful smile

"I didn't think to call. I promise I will next time," he added.

There was silence between them; both of them seemed to be at a loss for words. Bucky felt tired of this ping pong between them. Tired of her not knowing what he felt. Wasn't it obvious? Bucky stepped out of the doorframe, closer to her. He just wanted to be close to her. 

"Dance with me," Bucky then asked her.

(Y/N) shook her head confused, and stared at his outstretched hand. She didn't expect this.

"What? Why?" she stuttered.

She suddenly turned nervous. Her body felt hot and cold at the same time. And maybe it was Buckys bright smile, or those eyes that she could get lost in, or even the softness in his tone. But she slowly took his hand and let him dance with her. Because Bucky had her under his spell, she couldn't have said no even if she wanted to.

He pulled her close to him. (Y/N)'s heartbeat skipped a beat only to then pick up its speed. She had never been this close to Bucky, but it felt like she belonged there. Her hand fit into his like they were meant to hold each other. Her cheek rested on his chest as they slowly moved along to the soft tune of the song. Bucky could smell her sweet scent and feel her hair tickle his cheek, and he had never been happier. It didn't matter that he just woke up from a nightmare. Not when he had her to hold.

"(Y/N)?" He whispered.

She made a slight noise indicating she heard him. 

"I think I am in love with you," he mumbled into her hair.

She didn't move for a bit, and he was scared she didn't hear his voice. But then she leaned back and looked at him. Her eyes were brighter than the stars, and her smile could have lightened up the whole world.

"Well, James, I think I love you too," she responded quietly.

And then she got on her tippy toes and kissed him. Bucky felt like his world exploded. 

The kiss was soft at the beginning, but then her hands gripped his locks, and Bucky suddenly couldn't hold back anymore. He kissed her harder and walked them backwards until her legs hit the foot of the bed. He interrupted the kiss and looked at her, questioning. Because Bucky knew where he wanted this to go, he knew he wanted to spend the whole night with her. He wanted to show her how he felt. But did she? (Y/N) just took his hand, gave him a wicked smile, and pulled him down on her bed.

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[theloveablesociopath]

Silver Silence Part 9

Pairing: Bucky x shy enhanced reader

Summary: Bucky finally finds himself able to live at the compound with the team, but finds it difficult to repress his feelings for his new very shy and gentle teammate.

Word count: 2,044

Warnings: Swearing as always

NOTES: feedback is really appreciated, sorry it took a while and sorry it’s a lot of information.

“Miss (y/n), Mr. stark requests your presence in the conference room immediately.”

A voice jerked you out of a blissful slumber, one filled with fantasies of how tonight’s date would go with Bucky. You groaned and rolled over, peering at the red screaming numbers of the clock.

7:13 am

“Tell him I’m on my way.” You mumbled back to the AI, luckily though he caught it and left you at peace. Your voice sounded slightly scratchy and robotic, as if static was clouding the used to be clear audio that was your man made voice.

You lazily stumbled out of bed, throwing on the nearest clean- or semi clean- shirt and pants and made your way down to the conference room.

When you arrived, all the avengers stood like a pack of wolves around a table, pointing angrily at different areas on an electronic map. It wasn’t long until tony noticed you, and spoke up, earning the attention of all other heroes. “Morning sleeping beauty.”

“Good morning.” You replied, but your voice had gone almost completely robotic, causing your hand to shoot up to your throat in worry. Everyone’s eyes were wide and concerned; all except Tony’s who simply smirked.

“Ah, I was afraid this would happen.” He pulled a small box, almost resembling an altiode tin out of his pocket and opened it, taking out a small chip. “Not to worry, iv thought of everything, as usual.”

He walked up to you and without warning, turned your head, moved your hair, and plunged the small square behind your ear.

“I created this little port back here for upgrades, that way surgery isn’t always necessary.”

He stepped back and motioned you to try it out.

“Thanks tony.” You tried, and it was clear, yet it seemed all eyes were still wide on you. “What?” you asked.

And that’s when you heard it, it wasn’t your voice, it was Tony’s, clear as day.

“Please don’t tell me this was your intention, when you said you updated her software.” Steve mumbled.

“Tony! What happened, did you give me your voice!” you shrieked.

“Calm down, calm down. No, although I’m sure you’d love that.” He hurriedly tried to explain. “Think of someone else; think of their voice, their tone.”

“What do you mean think of someone else?!” you yelled in frustration, and your sure if anyone closed their eyes they would think tony was having an argument with himself. “Why?!”

“Think of someone else, someone’s voice, just try it.” He pleaded.

You furrowed your brows but then began thinking of the first person that popped into your head. Unfortunately between your worry and anger that person was still Tony, and you had to force your mind to navigate to another individual.

Your mind went straight to Bucky, you wanted to pretend it was because he was staring at you from across the room, eyes turned in concern, but you knew it was because he was always on your mind.

He was like malice on cheap wallpaper, he was always there and his presence, his thought, his being clung to your mind. You concentrated on his voice, its low hum, its warm vibrancy, and you found yourself captivated.

You mumbled and stuttered until actual words formed, and luckily not a robotic, or stark tone.

“I swear to god if you don’t fix this-“you stopped abruptly. Your voice, it was exactly how you imagined it. It was Bucky’s voice, crystal clear, so much so that a few members of the team looked back at Bucky to be sure he hadn’t said anything. His eyes were wide and his face was drawn into an almost awe struck expression

“There you go!” tony cheered.

“Now what! I want to sound like me!”  The tone of your voice was still low, and you had to remind yourself that Bucky wasn’t actually saying anything.

“Just think about your normal voice it’s not that hard.”

You huffed and forced your thoughts on your own voice.

"why did you make it this way in the first place.” You questioned, surprised to find your voice in its normal tone.

“You lost your powers.” He sighed, and then quickly continued as your eyes narrowed. “- which was a good thing for your health and all, but it made you pretty useless on the field.”

“I was never on the field anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah I know, but I had always planned you to be, you’re a smart kid, I want you to be with us out there.” He paused and fished a small remote device out of his pocket, “here, this will hopefully help with all the controls, the thinking part is more of a last result.”

You took the remote from his hands, and peered down at the light up touch screen.

“What could I even do with this on the field?”

“Your new vocal cords allow you to copy anyone’s voice that you hear. This will be perfect paired with a little hand to hand combat training from Natasha.” He glanced at the red head, who glared at him, then back to you with a smirk. ��you can talk to an opponent, get his vocal frequency, take him out, then easily talk through his comms.”

He looked damn proud of himself, only causing Steve’s annoyed expression to deepen.

“and what if that ‘opponent’ is speaking a different language.” Steve interjected.

“Oh!” he grabbed the device from your hands, and fiddled around with it after typing in four different security codes. “There, speak.”

You felt like a dog but did anyway.

“Jo të bisedoni me mua si im një qen.” You covered a hand over your mouth.  (“dont talk to me like a dog”)

“Kjo eshre ajo qe gjuha!?” (what language is that?!)

you where sure that no one could understand you, so its not as if questions was effective, that is until tony looked down, seeming to be reading something. “uhhh- Albanian.” Tony stated. “Ndryshoje ate perseri!” (change it back!) he again looked down at the screen. scanned it and began typing. “better?” he asked “god i hope so.” you responded. He handed you the device again, then began to walk out the door. only then did you notice to translate audio controls he was using.

“We’ll use you on our next mission, try to practice with it from now until then.” He was followed by Steve, Natasha, Thor and Wanda.

You stood there, glancing towards Bucky then back down at the screen in your hands.

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That night you spent almost 4 hours picking out the right outfit. You finally settled on professional looking white blouse and black slacks. It was hard to except comfort in wearing a dress, especially for how fragile your body used to be, instead you decided you’d slowly work up to that.

After doing your makeup and hair, you went down to the common room and found Bucky waiting patiently on the couch, his body lined in kaki pants, and a navy blue dress shirt. When his eyes locked on you, he stood.

“Y-you, I uh…” he stuttered, “You look amazing.” You blushed as he then rubbed the back of his neck and quickly grabbed his gray blazer from the back of the couch. “Are you ready?”

You nodded meekly.

It was a funny thing, being so nervous around him, you’d kissed him before, talked to him plenty, and he took an unusually fast likening to you. But still you felt butterflies in your tummy and simultaneously  felt those butterflies flap their wings of fire to cause it to churn.

Nervous, yes that’s what you still are. The whole way there, clinging to Bucky’s arm, and the entire time you waited to be seated.

And then, you weren’t.

You were flying on cloud 9, staring into pools of ocean and laughing with the sound of liquid gold that poured from his mouth.

“You really broke 6 bones while trying to play tennis?” he chuckled.

“Yeah well I was an hyper child.” You replied, but then he stopped for a moment, thinking.

“(y/n)?” he asked softly, peering over the candle light as you pressed a glass of wine to your lips.

“Hmm”

“What happened before Tony found you.”

You coughed; choking on your drink and feeling some pour down your chin, but quickly wiped it before it could touch your blouse.

“Sorry, I’m just curious, you don’t have to-“

“No, no. it’s alright Bucky.” You cleared your throat. “Id start at just before they took me in but it probably wouldn’t make any sense.”

“Start were ever you’d like”

You smiled.

“When I was little my dad was always a little… worried, about me.” You gulped. “More so then most parents, but out of anything I think in a way.. He was scared of me.”

“Scared of you?” Bucky questioned.

“My mom died, when I was born. But the doctors never knew why. And I think in a way he blamed himself… but even more he blamed me.”

You took a deep breath and let it out through your mouth.

“As I grew up, he started to notice my frail state. I broke bones so often a hospital room became like a second home, and as such my father spiraled down into debt.”

“So he did the only think he could think of.” You looked up at Bucky, his expression hard and concerned. “He put me up for adoption.”

“How… how old where you?”

“Ten.” You smiled. “Ten, and id already broken every bone in my body at least once.”

“I was an active kid, I loved sports, I loved dares, but when I was put into that home, I was on lock down. A couple times even in a padded cell.”

The waiter came to pick up menus, asking about choices and smiling sweetly at you. But Bucky didn’t remove his eyes from your face, he was frozen.

“Did you ever….” He trailed,

“No. I never got adopted. I was there from 10 to 18 and not once was I even allowed to be interviewed.”

You gave a humorless laugh.

“Defective, that’s what they’d call me. So I felt I needed to prove to them, and my father I could live on my own.”

“So I left, an 18 year old with no money, family or friends, and I got a job.”

This time you laughed, you laughed in good heart and watched Bucky smile softly at the sound.

“’Terry’s seafood.’ I always smelled like tuna and grease. But I found a little apartment, and I lived, I lived and I didn’t break a single bone for 2 years.”

“What happened?”

You shook your head.

“The third year wasn’t bad. Minor injuries., the 4th and 5th was just bad relationships and insomnia but the 6th … I was in car crash, broke so many bones I was in the hospital for months, and when I got out… I was so far in debt, so lost in the pile of rent, that I couldn’t get back up.”

The food finally arrived, but being so engaged in the conversation, neither of you began to eat.

“The whole year before Tony found me was hell. I lost my job, my home, everything. It was like a nightmare, because I finally saw my dad in myself. Not even I could deal with me. I was so much baggage; I couldn’t even live with myself.”

“And… the blast?” Bucky wondered. But he had the most heartbroken look on his face. One that he got when he wanted to say something but couldn’t. And you knew him well enough to know that it was probably something to contour your inner turmoil.

“I broke my leg.” You wiped a hand down your face. “I broke my leg, and I had no house, no job, and a mountain of debt, I couldn’t go to the hospital, but I also couldn’t walk, which means I couldn’t find food. So I was angry, I was livid. Why me. Why did I have to carry around this burden of glass skin, and then… I just kind of lost it.”

You poked around your plate with your fork.

“I didn’t mean to do so much damage Bucky… I really didn’t.” you mumbled.

“Well I’m glad you did.” He chuckled.

“Why?”

“Well… because we met.”

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Pinwheels and Parachutes: Part 1

Drabble series sorta

Part one: Park Bench

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Bucky’s POV)

Notes: I really wanted to write something different, something that presented itself like an actual novel. I wanted a lot of description and poetic feel, basically as if Bucky where to write a book and pour his heart and soul into describing every detail to the finest thread. (Feed back is extremely appreciated and makes me beyond happy, as I am very proud of this but not sure how well it will be accepted.)

Summary: The rest of the team couldn’t quite understand who (y/n) is. She’s a silent, childlike woman. A strange person, who said nothing to no one, yet told them every story they wanted to hear. But there’s one thing they did know, she’s Bucky’s parachute.

Word count: 860

Warnings: none (slow burn but eventually its romantic)

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 As our lives progress, a rapidly growing feeling of obligation weighs upon our shoulders.

Stand tall, act normal, be polite.

Make sure your clothing stays subtle, don’t speak before you think.

Don’t be too loud, don’t look too excited, don’t feel too much.

And we weave them into our daily life like threads in blankets.

We are poised, we are normal, we are plain.

I knew I was a bit on the other side of this spectrum. A little too much gunpowder and way too much scruff. I’m the look that turns too sour, and the past that’s just too rough.

But I see the city dwellers. The walkers. The talkers. The people.

And they move like one large collective wave. They blend into one big blur. They talk like a single voice. They feel like no feeling at all.

And I don’t like it.

I want too, after the life I have lived, normal should be a yearning, a calling, a need. But its not, it brings no appeal, no push or pull of gravity. I do not orbit around it, and it does not orbit around me.

More than anything I try my best to drift away. I’m done with death, with murder with evil, but I still find no appeal in being like everyone else.

I thought that maybe I was the only one, sure people had their differences, people where interesting, and daring and fun. But from the naked eye they were all gray. I didn’t know them. I didn’t have to.

Then, there was a pinwheel.

She was a child, a women, an adult, but a child. She let her body guide her with all the carelessness and confidence as the wind. She was daring, but not dangerous, the kind of daring you imagined a drag queen would be.

A vibrancy that disrupted the color scheme of society.

She walked with a skip to her step, but one so imperfect it was like a stumble. She sat like a bean bag chair, and that sounds strange, but it was true. She plopped herself down where ever she deemed fit, and let her body relax and mold into whatever shape it wanted.

And that day she sat on a bench.

She wore clothes that where authentic to her. Things that screamed her personality without even stuttering. Ripped, cuffed blue jeans, and the strangest orange and white stripped shirt I had seen, one that had openings in the shoulders.

Her scuffed and worn black sneakers left untied and dangled from her folded feet on the bench. And on her right wrist, she wore three watches, all different colors.

And in her hands, sat a pinwheel. A multitude of spinning colors in nimble fingers. Catching the wind with a silent ‘whoosh’ and then slowing as it settled.

She was violently, radioactively, beautiful. But she wasn’t the kind from runway shows or magazines.

She was the kind of beautiful you could stare at all day and still not be able to draw perfectly. Her skin was not baby smooth or airbrushed, it held a certain blemished beauty to it. Her hair sat on her head like a natural flowing waterfall, and when it stopped, it stopped then scattered in twists and turns, and in no way formed a single straight line.

She would blow on the colorful plastic when the wind decided to stop giving, and it would spin again. It would spin and capture her pigment stained eyes and hold them there.

Then she would smile, and its as if she only knew of that one item. As if the dog that ran past her was a subject of wind, and the elderly man that sat beside her was a product of fallen leaves. For she did not see them, she saw no one, no thing, but that pinwheel. But I suppose it was the same for me, I saw no one else but her, and while she stared at her pinwheel I stared at someone just as mesmerizing as it.

Eventually it stopped spinning, it stilled but she didn’t blow gently on it. She lowered it from her face, sat up straighter, as she let one leg dangle off the bench, and locked eyes with me.

For a second I wanted to run. Because I had been staring so long im sure she felt it. I wanted to run, but mostly because she was now staring at me.

There was no smile, no nod, nor turn, nor frown. She merely stared, straightened her posture, fixed her legs, sat the pinwheel down, and got up.

And she left.

She walked away and didn’t look back.

That day I waited for her for two hours. It sounds extensive, and crazy, but I waited and watched the bench where the pinwheel sat. But she never returned.

It was odd. The way she once looked at that simple little object as if it held her soul, than left it on a lone park bench and never came back for it.

So when the evening came to a close, I walked over, picked up the colorful plastic toy, and went home.

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Silver Silence Part 8

Pairing: Bucky x shy enhanced reader

Summary: Bucky finally finds himself able to live at the compound with the team, but finds it difficult to repress his feelings for his new very shy and gentle teammate.

Word count:  1,607

Warnings: Swearing as always

(it is so beyond hard to write normal lately. I’ve been reading a lot of A/B/O fics and honestly they are my favorite things ever, only problem is that they make it hard to write normal fics when you’re in the mindset that you’re a fucking omega

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For the next couple of days Bucky kept a closer eye on you then normal, you where slowly getting your strength back to a normal humans capacity, and he was worried you would over exert yourself. To make him less paranoid you decided to stay clear of training until your body was at full strength, But that didn’t mean you couldn’t watch others train.

You where currently marveling over Steve and Bucky’s toned bodies as they lunged at one another, throwing punches and kicks.

It wasn’t the first time you had done this, but the first time you had been so open about it. In the past you would hide behind workout equipment and long to be able to actually fight. (and also maybe staring at the beautifully chiseled features of two of the hottest super soldiers in the world.)  

However currently, you where completely out in the open, not even bothering to act innocent as your eyes ran the length of Bucky’s body.

With one quick jab at Steve’s ribs, Bucky was able to knock him off balance enough to send a sweep of his feet to Steve’s legs.

Steve’s eyes traveled to you as he now lay on the matt in defeat, watching you sit cross legged near the wall.

You scribbled down a 0 on the small white board you stole from the medical wing, and held it up, giving him a thumbs down and laughing silently.

“I had ‘em on the ropes” he assured, but you just shook your head with a smile.

“(Y/N) do you want to try?” Steve asked, but was quickly shut down by Bucky.

“No, no she’s not ready yet”

You just smiled lightly, knowing Bucky just wanted you to be safe and healthy.

Before Steve could argue further, the door to the training room opened and tony strolled in, dressed in an over the top west wood suit.

“Fancy party?” Steve asked curiously.

“Hardly, no actually a meeting.” He replied, he took a couple of steps towards you and smiled gently, laying a careful hand on your shoulder.

“Miss your voice kid?” he asked softly.

You nodded sheepishly at him, looking over at Bucky who held a sort of jealous glint in his eyes.

Bucky was about to interject, probably some comment about Tony’s strange behavior, when tony began motioning towards the door.  “Come on then, I have something you’ll appreciate.”

You looked back at Bucky, quirking a brow and hoping that he takes the hint to ask tony what he means. Unfortunately he just shrugged, forcing you to suck it up and go with tony anyway.

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“Alright kid, now I know surgeries are probably the least appealing thing to you, given the last couple of weeks, but its small and I’m almost certain the device will work.”

Tony sat you down on the same metal table you’ve felt the first time he explained your heart surgery. Only this time, it was some sort of brain and vocal cords type of surgery.

“It won’t take more than an hour, the healing is fast, and I promise you it won’t be like the last time.”

You looked up at him, thinking for a while but nodding your head. No pain no gain right?

He smiled and got up to inform his team of surgeons, leaving you to stare at the screen he had used to explain everything.

It was some sort of metal device that would be installed in place of your vocal cords and also connect to your brain, and by some complicated mechanics that you honestly zoned out while listening to, it would give you the ability to talk. You honestly felt kind of weird about it, thinking at first that it would be some kind of mechanical voice, but as tony explained he’s able to match to pitch and tone of your normal voice and actually make it sound like you.

You just really hoped it worked.

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Bucky hadn’t seen (Y/n) since yesterday, and honestly it started to worry him. Where the hell did tony take you, and why hadn’t you come back.

Just as he angrily shut the refrigerator door you came practically skipping into the kitchen.

“Oh hey doll.” He greeted softly, his eyes fixed on your brightly lit smile.

You gave him a wave, looking around and grabbing an orange from the bowl on the counter.

“Want any real food? I could make us some pasta?” he asked.

You gave him a nod, sitting yourself on one of the stools that lined up with the counter, while Bucky began to get a pan out, and search for the wooden spoon he seemed to always use. He looked through a couple draws and cabinets, but came up empty.

“it’s in the sink” you said casually.

“Oh thanks.” He replied, grabbing the spoon from the sink and rinsing it off.

After a few moments you heard the sudden drop of the spoon as Bucky’s head whipped around, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

“Y-You- did- I mean…”

“Hey handsome.” You answered.

He shuffled across the kitchen, grabbing your face in his hands smiling widly, and looking into your eyes almost trying to read your soul.

“How?!” he asked in a giddy voice.

“Tony gave me some sort of strange device that he got from his so called ‘client’.”  You replied, motioning to the stitches that you had on the side of your neck.

“You have no idea how good it is to hear your voice.” He laughed softly, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

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(two days later, finally full strength!)

You retracted your fist as far back as you could, and sent a roaring punch to the side of the black bag, feeling the pressure of your force connect with the object and sent it swinging back. Your other hand doing the same at a rhythmic beat, as a smile spread over face in triumph.

In your frenzies of punches you lifted your leg up, spun, and sent the back of your heal against the bag with so much force that it swung nearly a foot away from the blow. The action would have caused you a broken leg in the past, but today, in this moment, it did nothing but send that beautiful healthy burn coursing through your muscles.

You let your body rest for a few minutes, smiling from ear to ear and swinging your arms back and forth in excitement.

Next you decided to hop onto a tread mill, a thing you where familiar with walking on but never running. You pushed your normal speed of about 3 and let yourself slowly walk, breathing deeply and softly laughing at how little your energy had drained.

After about 2 or 3 minutes you pushed the incline up to 8 and adjusted the speed straight to 10. The light wind from the machines built in fan, made your hair gently caress your face, sticking to your open lips as your mouth was panting and huffing in a wide grin.

Light laughs escaped you as you bumped up the incline and felt the sweat beginning to form on your forehead and arms. In all your years of life, running had never been something you were capable of doing. Your body was like a crumbling piece of stale bread and any moving around that was to wild could send your body into a heap on the floor.

“Trying out the new bones I see?” you heard a voice call over the loud whirl of the machine and slowly glanced back to see Bucky standing in the doorway of the gym. Your smile only grew more as you looked down at your feet, seeing them fly through the air in fluid motions.

“Same bones I’ve always had, just aren’t blocked by a giant black tumor anymore!” you yelled back. He gave an airy laugh and then approached you, causing you to turn the machine back to walking speed.

“What did Helen say about your condition?” he asked, this time at normal talking levels.

“I no longer have brittle bone disease, asthma, kidney failure, or degenerative disc disease. Oh and my iron deficiency has improved.” You stated, smiling at his shocked expression.

“All of that was caused by your powers?”

“Yup! Nearly everything that has ever been wrong with me was caused by my powers excessive need for strength.” His mouth stood agape before he quickly shut it and looked you over. “There is one thing that sucks though.”

“Oh really what’s that?” Bucky’s eyebrows rose.

“I get periods now…” you mumbled.

He let out a barking laugh and shook his head. “You didn’t before?”

You sighed heavily, squirming slightly as you felt the slight presence of what you  body was doing down there.

“I was too skinny before, that stupid pocket kept all the nutrients and calories I got from any sort of food, so my period never really happened.”

He frowned slightly. “so you couldn’t have kids for two different reasons?”

You nodded. “Too frail and no periods, so yeah basically.”

“Hey.. I was wondering..” Bucky’s voice trailed off shyly.

“Go on.” You urged.

“Do you maybe want to go out to dinner tomorrow night?”

Your cheeks went red as you slowly lowered your head to hide it.

“i-I would love to.”

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Whisper your love Part 5

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: As a hydra agent, you where the last person Bucky expected to be kind to him, but during the days of him being locked away as the winter solider, you where a Flower among the graves.

Warnings: Swearing.

Word Count: 1,854

NOTES: I honestly can’t wait till you all get to see the next few chapters. You’re about to go on a fucking roller-coaster ride.

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“why?” I ask, my voice lighter than I expected.

“why? Why what?”

“why hydra?” I replied.

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She frowns at this, shifting her knees, in order to better place her elbows as she cards her delicate fingers through her hair. She looked back up at me and gave me the softest, most unconvincing smile she ever had.

“5 years ago, I was stationed in Rwanda , near a small village called, Mushubati. Now when I say stationed, I don’t mean military, I don’t like war, and could never bring myself to participate in it. I traveled around countries of extreme poverty, with a small organization branching out from Wakanda called “Ephilisa Izandla”, which roughly translates to “Heeling Hands”.”

She stopped to breath, looking up to see if I was still listening, when she realized my full attention was on her, she continued.

“Mushubati was in a matter of crisis, tensions where still high from the genocide, and poverty was at its peek. I was there to help, though foreigners where not exactly welcomed by the locals. I loved every second of my time there, I loved the look on people’s faces as I handed them a meal that they thought would never come. I loved the relief I brought to children and animals who were injured. But… it was short lived.”

She looked unable to continue at this point, and I was tempted to tell her to stop, tell her she didn’t have to share if she didn’t want to. But my minds desperate at this point, because I couldn’t let my heart obsess over a woman associated with the organization that kept taking and taking from me.

“Sometimes I wish I could resist the urge to help.. Wish I had the heart to push aside a task to bring aid to those in need. But I didn’t, I couldn’t, and even though it didn’t feel right, I made myself help none the less.”

She sighed, and I took the time to speak up, still not understanding her maze of a story.

“Help? Help Who?”

“There was a man, some traveler who passed by the village, I’m not sure why he was there, or why I even bothered to ignore the signs that he was so obviously following my group. But I didn’t realize how wrong it felt till I got on a plane with him, too indulged in his pleas for my assistance as a care taker, and nurse for his organization. He wanted someone determined, he said, someone who was willing to help for the good of the people, even under the harsher circumstances.”

She sighs.

“I had my fair share of bumps in the road, to know I was the perfect person to operate under these conditions, and in exchange for my help and skills he would offer me a place to stay, and the opportunity to help people whose work would be ‘a gift to mankind’… sounds cheesy right? But I was all for that, I loved the idea of helping the world, of heeling people and a roof over my head sounded pretty great.”

She locked her eyes with mine, and I could almost feel the ache in her heart.

“But I was stupid, I was naive, I walked blind into an organization of murder and chaos.”

I fought the urge to touch her, knowing nothing of how to comfort, or what exactly that would look like coming from me.

“Why didn’t you leave?” I asked softly, but I knew the answer, a part of me wanted to know if she tried, or she merely accepted her fate.

“I tried, countless times I tried, but you don’t just get out of hydra, no one ever does.” She looked down at her hands, seeming to recap on something, probably her failed attempts at escape. “So I lived on, I pledged complete and utter loyalty, I went through the programs to become an agent.”

I thought for a moment, how she was on B level ranking but I had only started to see her around a couple months ago.

“How come I hadn’t seen you before? You’re B level aren’t you?”

She gave a soft breathy laugh. “I was transferred here 5 months ago.”

I smiled softly, realizing the first day I saw her in the lab with her little group was most likely her first day, her tour.

“Where did you transfer from?”

She stood from her spot beside me on the bed, running her hands through her hair.

“Hall in Tirol in Austria, one of hydras smaller branches.” She replied.

I nodded my head, fidgeting slightly at the length I had been able to interact with her.

“why where you transferred?” I finally asked.

Her body seemed to halt for a moment, confusion played on her face as she turned her head from the wall to me.

“Wha-“before she could answer me , shouting and footsteps drew our attention to the door.

We waited and listened as what sound like a group of guards running down the hall past my door.

“I should go, you and I won’t be on very good terms with pierce if he finds out about this.”

I gave her a small smile. “As if we ever are.”

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It felt like years, until I saw her again. The next week I was put into cryo since my work for the time bringing was halted.

When I was thawed, 3 years had passed, but it felt like moment that I had been asleep.

What dragged on the longest was the curiosity, the extreme wonder that over took me in the months after I woke up.

I didn’t see her around the facility anymore. Not in the cafeteria, or gym or even the lab.

In fact it was exactly 3 years and 5 months until I saw her again.

She waltz in training room in a shiny new uniform, one of A level access and a nurse band around the right sleeve.

But there was no smile on her face this time, not even when she talked to the now much older and scruffy looking Theo.

I sat at the back, cleaning the set of knives I had just used on a mission, so it was no wonder that she hadn’t spotted me yet.

“Everyone out!” she yelled sternly, and the multitude of lower level agents scurried away. Of course I remained, and even if she wanted me to leave she had no authority to say so.

But with the now lack of agents, her gaze drifted to my moving hands in the corner.

And there it was, that same sweet smile I missed, the one that made all of this seem just a tad bit better.

“Good morning winter.” She said.

I nodded at her, and saw her laugh lightly.

“So we’re back at phase one now?”

She sauntered over to me, and only then did I notice the change of the two years that had passed.

Her hair was longer now, cascading in (h/c) curls past her shoulders. Her once wonder lust eyes, now held that of a wise owl, but sharp and held a certain tenderness all the same.

“I thought they’d never take you out.” She smirked. “was beginning to think I just might have to make a ruckus for them to need you.”

I let out the smallest trace of a laugh, my eyes looking up at her as she rocked on her heels with her hands on her hips.

“A level?” I questioned her, gesturing to her attire.

“Hm? Oh! Yeah, yeah promoted at the end of last year.” She smiled, looking down at her new key card which was attached to her chest. “Actually it’s kind of funny, when they called me in, I kinda fell an-

“(L/n)!” we we’re interrupted by the door slamming open and a tall, lean man stormed in the room.

(y/n)’s body immediately stiffed, her spine completely straight as she stood like a soldier. Which strangely enough gave me the strongest sense of déjà vu I had ever had.

The man angrily stepped up to her, his tall form looming over her like a shadow.

“Why, is the general still here?” he questioned, the words slipping from his clenched teeth.

(y/n) looked confused at this.

“We… captured him on the extraction mission sir.”

He let out an angry grunt and brought his hand up, back handing her and sending her body to the ground.  My hands curled into tight fists.

“I know that sweetheart, I’m the one who ordered you to do so! What I want to know is why he hasn’t been transferred to Berlin’s facility like we so delectably discussed!” he screamed.

“i-I didn’t get any command, I’m not sure I would have had the authorization to do so in the first place s-sir” she stuttered, and it only made the man angrier, as he snatched the collar of her shirt and brought his hand back to slap her again.

“Sergeant Raymond.” A voice halted his actions, as well as mine, as I was ready to strangle the man. Both him and (y/n) shifted their gaze to the door.

“I assume you have good reason to be punishing my agent, but I’m going to need you to leave.” Pierce commanded from the door frame, a team of large men beside him. “Now.”

Raymond dropped (y/n), letting her back hit the ground as she slowly tried to rise to her feet again.

“miss (L/n) it’s a pleasure to see you again.” Piece greeted, his eyes shifting from her to me, his hands locked around his back.

“Sir.” She stated. “Haven’t seen you since Rwanda.”

He sighed, and smiled.

“yes, it has been a while. But don’t worry, I’ll keep this chat to a minimum.”

Pierce waltzed up to me, standing a good distance between both  (y/n) and I. his smirk began to churn the atmosphere in to an unpleasant and toxic fog.

“so.” He laughed lightly. “How long do you think it took us to figure this out.” He gestured between us.

“Two years,? One? A couple months?” He started to walk over to (y/n), keeping eye contact with her the whole time. “or maybe.” He began “it only took one, short week in a freezer.” He smirked, holding up a light brown book.

My eyes went wide, it was my journal, the one (y/n) gifted.

His eyes shifted over from hers to mine.

“Romantic really, the way you write about her.”  He smiled again, wider then before and slowly handed the book back to another agent. “I wanted her closer.” He quoted. “Well, Solider you’ll get your wish.”

Before I could question him, two large men gripped (y/n) by her arms.

“What the hell?!” she exclaimed.

“What are you going to do to her?” I asked my mouth dry with worry.

“You wanted her.” He stated. “You’ll get her.”

My brows pulled together, before one of the agents, pulled a syringe from nowhere and plunged it into her neck.

Her body hit the mattes, and within seconds, mine followed.

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Silver Silence Part 7

Pairing: Bucky x shy enhanced reader

Summary: Bucky finally finds himself able to live at the compound with the team, but finds it difficult to repress his feelings for his new very shy and gentle teammate.

Word count: 1,752

Warnings: Swearing. Mentions of pain again.

Bucky’s POV

The screaming had stopped… it finally stopped. And I don’t mean for a moment, or an hour or a day, but it had been three days that she had not made a sound.

Under normal, More fruitful circumstances, I’m sure my face would have been mirroring that of a powerful summer sun. But I wasn’t beaming, and neither was anyone else.

It was quite, yes, but it wasn’t because the pain had subsided from her frail, sweat drenched body.. it was because her being was incapable to do so anymore.

Mute…

When Helen uttered those words, I had almost asked her to repeat them.. There was no way that (y/n) could be mute. Not when she barley talked in the first place.. Not when she had so much more laughter and jokes to share, now that we had found her a cure.

The frail, small, and timid girl I had met months ago, was now by mer definition, crippled.

Id gone to see her yesterday, seemingly coming to terms with Helen's information, and finally able to face those big, round, (Y/C) eyes.

But it hurt… it hurt more then I was willing to admit… and though I had a deep need to protect her – and might I add, a rather heavy attraction to her- I was sad not for myself, but for her.

For a girl who just 2 weeks ago, had the world dancing at her fingertips, a girls whose heart poured hope like the rain forest does water. But now the orbs that lay between squinted and pained lids, echoed a building need to let go.

However I knew she wouldn’t, shed been waiting her whole life for the moment her body became strong enough to take on the world, and with that moment closing in, there was no way shed back out now.

So days past, 4 more days.. to be exact..

16 days in total, and each one brought that beautiful girl  excruciating pain.

My only hope was that it died down slowly, that as those days wound to a halt and she felt some sort of slowly creeping peace. I couldn’t ask her though.. even if I gave her a pen to write with, or had Wanda talk to her through thought.. her body shook violently against her restraints and after hearing nothing but screaming and crying thoughts, Wanda refused to try again.

It was the 17th day that she had been like this, I was sitting beside her, watching her body wither and jolt in pain, something I would never become comfortable with looking at, something I never got used to.

I was about to look back at my book, when the heart monitor slowed.

The rustling of bed sheets stilled,  and as I looked up to her, she looked over at me with a smile.

“(y/n)?” I asked lightly, fearing it was just another one of her body’s oddly placed breaks in pain. But then those beautiful lips parted, and a very soft barley even recognizable laugh came out, in the form of puffs of air. She mouthed my name, her eyes crinkled in delight.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y can you get Wanda in her please?” I called out to the air, and was met with a confirmation that Wanda was on her way.

“Doll… you okay?” I choked out, not really sure what to make of her beaming smile.

She just nodded her head eagerly and reached her cuffed hand out to take mine. I molded my fingers with hers, despite my obvious confusion, and just seconds later, the door slid open on the other side of the room.

I glanced over to Wanda, now walking slowly into the room.

“(y/n)?” she asked the smiling form beside me.

“Can you tell me what’s going on in her head?” I asked softly, knowing she hated to intrude into people’s minds but knowing it was also necessary.

“Mind if I take a look?” she asked y/n, to which she nodded her head.

After a few moments, Wanda’s face broke into a smile, and her eyes softened as she looked back to me.

“She says she feels like she’s on top of the world.” She let out a breathy laugh. “There’s no more pain.”

(y/n) squeezed my hand in conformation, and slowly breathed out in small peaceful breaths.

“I guess that means we should call in Dr. Cho.” I stated, rather than asked, and heard Wanda agree with me as she pressed the red button beside (y/n)’s bed.

“I’m so glad you’re feeling better doll.”  I spoke to her softly, feeling as if it’s been years since I was able to get through to her. She simply gave me a large, face splitting smile. I noticed the corners of her eyes had gone damp, and I brushed my thumb across her cheek as a single tear rolled down slowly.

I opened my mouth to calm her, but before I could the doors slid open again, and in rushed Helen, tony, and Steve all wearing faces of extreme worry, as if they would come in and find (y/n)’s lifeless body, defeated from the days of pain.

What their eyes locked on to instead, was a beaming (y/n) with eyes as wide as saucers.

“What’s going on?” Helen spoke up as she made her way across the room to (y/n)’s other side.

“she feels better, no more pain.” I told her.

Her eyes looked up at me and down at (y/n), almost skeptical, until a small smile played on her face.

“ill give you a quick check up to make sure everything is under control OK?” she asked (y/n) and earned an enthusiastic nod.

(y/n) looked down at her body as she released my hand and quickly began to rattle the padded cuffs around her wrists at Helen.

“Oh, right.” She stated, picking up (y/n)s wrists and twisting the knobs on each of them, causing them to click and fall off. She did the same to her feet, smiling as (y/n)s body twisted and turned with delight.

(y/n) face then screwed up in an awkward smile as she motioned her hands to point at her lower half. Helen looked confused for a second before her eyes went wide and she nodded in realization “The catheter right...”

“Um, Bucky? Would, you and the guys mind stepping out of the room for a bit?” Helen asked gently.

My gaze went back to (y/n) as I gave her hand a soft squeeze. “I’ll be right outside” I said to her, earning a curt nod

She was bed ridden for two days after that, constantly getting blood drawn and having all sorts of tests done to make sure her bones had fully healed.

Shortly after leaving the room on the day she finally calmed, I had been called in for backup on a mission Steve had been sent on. I couldn’t just dismiss it, no matter how much I wanted to stay by (y/n)s side, my best friend needed my help.

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It had taken nearly 3 days for the mission to conclude and for us to finally intercept the hostage we had been sent to retrieve, and I was relieved when I was finally able to go back to the compound.

I waited patiently for the elevator to move up the course of the building, adjusting the heavy duffle bag that was thrown loosely over my shoulder.  I knew it was silly to be so excited to see (y/n) again, but I couldn’t help it, I wanted to see how her condition approved, how happy she was, how energetic she now could be.

The elevator dinged, and I stepped out and headed straight for the kitchen, my hunger suddenly taking priority over my eagerness to see my recovering china doll.

Well I guess I shouldn’t say ‘my’….

I half expected to see Sam raiding the cabinets of my protein bars and Wanda’s ‘hidden’ stash of liquorish. Instead I was met with the sight of Tony and (y/n) sitting on the counter across from one another, throwing popcorn into each other’s mouths.

I stood there staring like someone who’s never seen people before, when Tony’s eyes turned and locked onto me.

“Buckaroo! You’re back.” He yelled, a little too happy then I was used to for seeing me. But his introduction to my presence caught (y/n)s attention as she swung her head to look at me and smiled brightly.

She mouthed my name and hopped off the counter, bouncing over to me and slamming into my body in a rather rough hug, causing me to drop my bag.

It caught me off guard completely; I was so used to her being gentle and quite, and though she was still quite for obvious reasons, her motions spoke louder than words.

Her face was absolutely beaming, weather for my arrival or simply because of her new found strength.

“Hey doll, how you feeling?” I asked her with a soft smile, to which she raised her hand and gave me a jerking thumbs up and a rather toothy grin.

“It seems like little energy ball over here got her second wind when she finally got out of that damn hospital bed.” Tony spoke up with an amused laugh, as (y/n) snuck around him to open the oven and pear in at something. She eagerly pointed in at them, looking up at me as if to tell me to come look. I obliged and made my way to her, standing by her side and taking in the sweet sugary smell of the cookies that lay on cookie sheet in the oven.  Tony broke my staring with his voice. “Oh yeah she wanted to make cookies for when you and Steve got back from your mission.”

I looked up at tony, then down at (y/n) who now wore a shy smile on her lips and nodded her head slowly.

“Thank you.” I said, giving her a sincere smile, she just nodded at me again. “Well I’m going to go shower, all this blood and dirt makes me look like a slob.”

Tony shrugged and began popping popcorn into his mouth while (y/n) smiled up at me. I gave her a soft nod as if to tell her bye before walking back to my bag.

As I picked it up though, I felt a soft hand on my forearm and then a light, soft, warm pair of lips on my cheek. I looked over to see (y/n) smiling softly at me.

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Whisper your love Part 4

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: As a hydra agent, you where the last person Bucky expected to be kind to him, but during the days of him being locked away as the winter solider, you where a Flower among the graves.

Warnings: Swearing.

Word Count: 2,079

Now that I knew this girl, or knew her again, I found myself seeing her almost everywhere. It was like our schedules where in sinc or something. She was in the cafeteria every morning, the training room in the afternoon, the lab on every day I had a check up, she was the only thing I really held as a constant and every night I wrote about her. How she would smile at me from across the room, or slip me a bottle of water after my trainers left me for dead after  a 5 hour workout. We didn’t really talk all that much, aside from the ‘thank you’ and hello, that seemed to come around when we saw each other.

She was something I held so close to me, a shred of comfort in a place full of so much pain and confusion. I didn’t understand it though, I don’t think I ever could, she’s a HYDRA agent with B level access and I was a weapon of mass destruction who couldn’t even remember his own name.

A part of me felt like maybe she was drawn to killers like me, maybe that’s why she’s in HYDRA in the first place. But I couldn’t see her as evil, even knowing she was so close to being on the A level, even knowing what it takes to get there, I couldn’t picture this women as anything more then some sort of angelic, magical being I had deemed her to be. Because to me that’s what she was, a beautiful, bright, wonder, among hundreds of dull and lifeless faces she seemed to be glowing with charm and kindness.

A hydra agent wouldn’t give me soft smiles and waves, wouldn’t share their meals with me and offer me water and pain killers after being dragged through the gates of hell. Hell , hydra agents don’t even want to look at me in fear that ill break their necks. But here she was, standing beside me in this gloomy, gray colored training room, watching her fellow agents throw them self’s on faded, blood stained mattes.

“He should really tie his hair back when he fights, how can he see anything through that mop on his head.” She whispered to me in a light tone, her breath huffing into a laugh afterwards.

I wasn’t used to people talking to me, and I certainly wasn’t used to laughter, so hearing both begin director towards me in the form of some light hearted joke, was almost scary. Her voice was like the tiniest shred of light through closed curtains for me, and it helped me the tiniest bit every day.

When I gave no answer, not even the light grunt I normally give, her eyes flicked up to me, and mine locked with hers, oblivious to the fact that I was now staring at her.

“You alright Winter?” she asked softly, and all I wanted to say was ‘no, not really, but you help’ but instead I went with the slightest movement of a nod, and she smiled as she looked back at the mattes.

After a few moments of silence, I gathered nearly every ounce of courage that I had and decided to start talking to her.

“Why, Winter?” I asked.

Her head snapped up to me in surprise, but a light smile soon spread across her features.

“Why the name winter?” she asked, seeming slightly confused at my two word question.

I nodded.

“Well you’re the Winter Solider right?” her eyes seemed to cause heat to rise into my face as she practically stared into my soul. “Winter is a nickname, its easier to say, and a lot less formal” she smiled as she glanced back at her colleges, now a heap of sweat and blood on the mattes. “I give all my friends nicknames”

My eyes went slightly wide at this, “friends?” I asked lowly.

“Yeah, like Theo, his real name is Theodore, but formalities aren’t really my thing.” She states.

I pause for a moment, thinking about her admission to being my friend, but im not sure if she truly meant it like that or if we were just friendly strangers.

I was about to gather more courage and ask her when the door slammed open and a rather angry looking women stormed in, her sandy blond hair bouncing.

“(y/n)!” she yelled, her tone stern and demanding.

(y/n) visibly tensed, straightening her posture and standing alert and ready.

The women, marched right up to (y/n), green eyes blazed in anger.

“do you have any idea what time it is?!” she seethed.

“well- i- no-.. I guess I just-“

“what? You what? You forgot?” the women barked.

“well- i..”

The women stepped closer to her, eyes narrowed and cold, her voice lowering as she grit her teeth. “do I need to remind you what happens when you conveniently forget about your duties?”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened, she shook her head violently, earning a smirk from the women.

“n-no miss.”

“good. Then GO.”

Before she even took so much as a breath, (Y/n) was out the door.

I was of course, completely puzzled by this, not that it was unlikely for an agent of her statues to have duties, but rather how afraid and unwilling it seemed for her to fulfill them.

Its true I didn’t know that much about the girl, and despite my better judgment I desperately wanted to. She seemed so different, so completely out of place here, and maybe it was just wishful thinking but I truly feel that she’s not hydra. Not monsters, not a killer, not even an agent. In my mind she was just this mysterious, beautiful, kind girl in my notebooks.

I read nothing about her being unkind or evil in the pages I had, so I could only assume that she had never done anything or at least that I had ever seen.

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I didn’t see her again for what seemed like weeks, but given the fact that I was kept relatively busy, it could have been a lot longer.

I stopped being hopeful that I would see her every day, her presence that I once held as a steady, reassuring warmth was now something I just longed for deep down.

I found myself thinking of her, her kind smile, her soft gentle touch when she tends to my wounds, it helped. Even without her physical presence, she still helped me.

My mind was completely engulfed in the image of her smile, and the warmth it gave me as I sat on the uncomfortable operation table.

The obviously untrained agent digging deep into the wounds on my flesh arm with tweezers, making today a particularly bad one. Not because of the pain, or even the fact that I had wounds to begin with, but the fact that I felt the worst ache in my heart that something was wrong.

I wanted her hands gently tending to my wounds, not the unskilled, shaken hands of the agent that was at this point.

I wanted her soft eyes, and warm smile to flush away the sting of pain that that the limited assortment of tools brought about.

The pain killers she gave me were always nice, but in her own sweet, innocent way, she in her self was enough of a pain killer to me.

Where the hell was she? And why did they suddenly think replacing her with this half wit, was a good idea. It made my blood boil, and I wanted nothing more than to fling my arm against the agent and send him flying away from me. I wanted to demand her presence, but I knew better, and I knew never to show I cared for someone, at risk that they would be used against me.

After my wounds where tended to, and my arm was checked out, I was allowed to go down to the cafeteria for dinner. My body was worn out, and I was so close to just heading back to my room and skipping dinner all together, but something told me to go. And I’ll never be more glad I did.

When I arrived, I immediately noticed the lack of people, almost every table was empty, and the one that where occupied never had more than two.

And then my eyes locked on her form, sitting at the same table she did on the day I first sat with her. But something was different, her head hung low, I couldn’t even see her eyes. Her hand was slowly guiding a fork through what looked to be spaghetti, but she wasn’t eating, if anything she looked as though the thought was sickening.

I felt a slight tug at my mind, one that told me to leave her be, but another more forceful idea nudged my heart. She helped me more than anyone id ever encountered here, so I thought it only fair to return the gesture.

I made my way to her table, sitting down in front of her as she gently lifted her head.

“Winter?” she asked softly, she looked surprised, but gave a genuine smile, one that sent a warmth spreading in my chest. But it was quickly replaced with concern as I studied her.

she looked different, but it wasn’t the kind any normal person different, not a haircut, or makeup or new outfit. She looked tired, the skin bellow her eyes tinted the worst shade of purple. Her, (s/c) face looking incredibly drained of life, there was no color in her cheeks, aside from the cuts and bruises she sported. Her nose covered by the most uncomfortable looking band aid. My mind was blurred with questions, the main being, ‘who in their right mind would dare to hurt someone like this women?’

She seemed to notice my shift in mood, the way my eyebrows pulled together in worry, because she gave a bashful chuckle and shook her head.

“like the new look?” she joked, pointing to her face with another sheepish smile.

“What happened.” I asked, more demanding then I wanted, but I knew my voice was angry and tense for the right reasons.

She left out another soft, laugh, but it held no backbone, and no humor, as her eyes fought to avoid mine.

“Lying to you wouldn’t be very successful, would it?” she asked, not looking back to me. “Being out in the field so often I would assume you can pinpoint the minute someone’s eyes become dishonest.”

I gave her an almost none existent smirk, blowing air out my nose as I waited for her to continue.

“we need to go somewhere else to talk,  to many prying eyes here.”

I nodded at her, standing up and motioning for her to follow me, she complied and though I knew the risks, I lead her to my room, surprised at the lack of guards around its halls.

She sat down next to me on my dusty, hard bed, sighing heavily as she prepared to tell me why her beautiful face was bruised and bloody.

“I did go to my duties that day, but that blonde bitch isn’t whose in charge of me, so she wasn’t who got to decide if my lateness would go un punished.” She paused, and for a moment I thought she was going to get up and leave, but instead she turned her attention back to me.

“No, every decision involving me is made by Raymond, and good ole Ray only answers to Pierce. Who knows who Pierce answers to, if he answers to anyone, but he sure as hell doesn’t care enough to take care of my whereabouts in person. He sends that blonde, to fetch me, her names Alyssa, but im never allowed to address her as so, I call he ma’me or miss. She doesn’t hold much authority over me, but I know my place, and I know what she’s capable of.  Or I guess, what Rays capable of.”

I realize now that my entire attention is completely transfixed on her, I’m confused completely and utterly confused, but at the same time, I’m slightly relieved, because from what I can gather she doesn’t do the things she does willingly. It sickens me at the same time, the way she mentions punishment as if it comes as part of the job.

“why?” I ask, my voice lighter than I expected.

“why? Why what?”

“why hydra?” I replied.

(dont worry next part will be up really soon)

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[theloveablesociopath]

Sweat

1940s Boxer Bucky AU

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Violence, swearing, mentions of blood. (I know virtually nothing about boxing)

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes, A National heavy weight, not only is a world renowned boxing star, but is also your 2 year long boyfriend. Tonight is the National heavy weight championship, and all he needs to get through it, is his best girl.

Word count: 2,179

(SORRY IT’S NOT THAT GOOD IF IM BEING HONEST)

((story line came to me after seeing this picture))

“You ready baby?” Bucky asked you as he made his way across the locker room, cupping your face with his wrapped hands. You stared up at his beautiful face, lightly blotched with bruises and a small cut on his brow from last week’s fight.

“Ready to watch you punch other men in the face until they’re out cold?” you asked rhetorically, earning a huff of a laugh from him as he stared into your eyes. “Always”

His smile broke out, and he slowly lowered his face so he could give you a long and passionate kiss, causing your hands to move up and hold his to your face.

When he released, he took a step back and grabbed his bulky silver gloves, handing them to you. “Mind doing the honors doll?”

You smiled at his goofy grin and let your nose crinkle in delight. “Of course” you replied, holding the gloves out to him so he could slip his hands in one by one, letting you smile down at the contrasting red stars that stood out amongst the silver on each.

He knocked his hands together, jogging in place slightly due to the adrenaline, earning a small laugh from you.

“2 minutes till time!” you heard the gruff voice of an elderly man yell from the hall, and looked back to see Bucky jumping up and down and rolling his shoulders, a light pant of a breath escaping him as he calmed his nerves.  Tonight was the very last fight of the heavy weight championship, and his win would be not only a huge accomplishment for Bucky to hold, but also what would buy you two your new home, and put food on the table.

“Alright!” Bucky exclaimed. “Let’s do this thing!”

He began to walk out, throwing his arm around you in the doorway and leaning down to kiss you firm on the lips.

“I’ll see you in the front row?” he asked.

“Where else?” You replied.

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You where sitting patiently, stuck beside two rather large men, one already chowing down on a hot dog, and the other burping and drinking a very strongly smelling beer. Luckily as you where seconds away from snapping due to how loudly one of the men was chewing, the announcers voice came roaring through the speakers.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the 1942 national heavy weight championship!”

A series of cheers and brutal yelling exploded from around you, and as you always did you stood up with the crowd and cheered.

“In this corner, weighing in at 230 pounds, with a record of 16 knock outs and 2 Deaths! The mean, the Bad, The deadly, Johann Schmidt! More commonly known as THE RED SKULL!”  The announcer yelled into his microphone, elongating vowels and causing an uproar of both cheers and boos from around you, most of the cheers coming from the men beside you.

As you looked to your left you saw a man come into view, a large build packed onto his bones, his short cut hair pulled back, and a red skull mask placed over his face. His body was covered in a black silk robe with a strange red tentacles and skull symbol on the back.

He put his hand up in a fist as a gesture to the cheers and sat down on the stool in the corner as his team began to prep him.

“and now, in this corner, weighing in at 209 pounds, with a record, 6 knock outs, 10 broken teeth and at least a dozen broken arms, he’s cold as ice, he’s as refined as the men who fight for this country, the one the only, James Buchanan Barnes! More commonly known as THE WINTER SOILDER!”

From all around you cheers and overpowering screams where launched into the air like gun fire, you where so overwhelmed by the response that you forgot to cheer yourself. That is, until the two brutes beside you began booing at the announcer, causing you to cup your hands around your mouth to amplify your voice as you screamed happily at the ring.

From the side of the stadium, Bucky came jogging down, throwing his leg over the rope as he entered the ring, and did a 360 as he held up both hands to acknowledge his fans.

His well built chest was covered in his silk silver robe, complementing the beautiful red trimmed sleeves and the large red star on his back. His neatly trimmed hair was slightly spiked with sweat as he took a seat in his stool, getting a pat on the shoulder from his coach.

He was nodding with a look of determination at everything the blonde man told him, and then opened his mouth as they put the guard in and pushed him up out of his seat.

When Bucky and the red skull, stood across from each other in front of the speaker, you could tell just how different they were in size, and although Bucky was slightly shorter and a little less broad chested, you still felt an overwhelming pride in calling him your own.

“KICK HIS ASS BABY!” you screamed from your spot, causing Bucky to look over to you, his face crafting into a sly smile as he winked at you.

The reff gave the ground rules to both of them, and after making them shake hands, stepped out of the ring and behind a table on the other side.

Bucky and his opponent backed up to the sides of the ring and put their hands up at the ready.

Finally the reff took one last look at their clean figures and yelled an exaggerated “FIGHT” in his microphone.

The loud melodic ding of a bell rang through the air and not even a second later the red skull charged Bucky.

An upper cut to Bucky’s jaw sent him staggering back, but with force he retaliated and landed a bone crushing jab to Johann’s left side.

A man was jabbering each move through a microphone, his voice slightly shaking with excitement as each of the men before him fought relentlessly.

Bucky sent three rapid jabs to Johann chest and for a fragment of a second he was on the ground. Quickly he jumped to his feet and sent a launching blow to Bucky’s eye.

They fought like this for what seemed like hours, each punch causing blood to fly from some part of each other’s body.

You screamed over the crowd as Bucky finally sent a brutal punch to the side of Johann’s face, causing a tooth to fly out of his mouth, and for him to stay down long enough for the reff to call it.

Both opponents made it back to their stools and you jogged over to the corner of the ring next to Bucky’s coach.

“great job babe!” you yelled over the chatter of people, Bucky looking to his side and giving you a open mouthed smile as he squirted water on top of his head, causing the blood on his face to run down and stain the white towel that was draped over his shoulders.

“Fights not over yet doll” he replied.

“You’re still kicking ass” you beamed. Coach Steve came from behind Bucky and took the towel off his shoulders, massaging his joints a bit as he began to talk. “You’re doing great out there, just remember aim low, broken ribs cripples him more than broken teeth.”

Bucky swished some water around in his mouth, and then spit the red tinted liquid into the bucket in front of him. “Got it” he replied

When the reff came over to inform that they had less than a minute, you reached over and turned Bucky’s face towards you. Luckily his lip only had a small cut on it so you stood on your tip toes and had him lean down as you gave him a good luck kiss.

He smiled at you then turned back to put the guard in his mouth and stood up.

The next match lasted nearly 20 minutes. Punches were thrown like gunfire, rapid and powerful.

A few times Bucky had been knocked down, and was punched relentlessly by Johann but just as soon as a few punches were thrown, he was thrown off him.

You could feel the anticipation build from all around you as Johann knocked Bucky to his back, this time pinning him after getting in a few good punches.

Bucky struggled against his hold but soon after the reff called it.

It was anyone’s game now. Tied.

It sent waves of panic through you. You had faith in Bucky sure, but knowing that it was literally a 50/50 chance terrified you.

You watched as Steve began pep talking Bucky, nearly bouncing with excitement.

From beside you the two brutes where conversing in the space above your head where you were too short to reach. Yet you heard enough to be included, they were talking about how the winter solider couldn’t possibly win, that he was just a skinny prick from Brooklyn.

You looked up at them and crossed your arms over your chest.

“The winter solider could beat the red skull any day.” You stated loudly.

They looked down at you, and moved so you could see their mock expressions.

“Oh really?” the one to your right asked, a smirk on his fat face.

“really.” You stated back. “In fact I’m willing to bet on it.”

The two men exchanged a glance and then looked back to you.

“Well little lady, it’s your lucky day, a bet is exactly what we wanted to do” the man to the left smirked.

“Fine. If the winter solider wins I want….” You thought for a moment, there was no harm in betting especially when you just knew you were going to win.

“$200 take it or leave it” they told you, and you had no choice but to shrug and agree.

The next round began and you felt your heart leap when Bucky got right to his frenzy of punches. The red skull blocked as much as he could but his attempts seemed fruitless as he eventually ended up on the mat.

Three more times Johann was pinned and each time he got weaker and weaker as he stood up.

You felt your heart stop when Bucky staggered back after a horribly crafted punch landed square on his nose.

His nose began to bleed rapidly and you felt your heart plunge into your stomach as you saw its crocked position. His eyes locked with yours as he tilted his head to the side, still inching away from his opponent. The shock on your face was noticed by him but for his sake you smiled, and cheered his name. “You got this Buck!”

You knew what kept Bucky going, and a lot of it was support so you started chanting. “Winter! Winter! Winter!” soon people around you also chimed in, and before you knew it there was a symphony of yelling the name.

You saw Bucky glance around quickly, a wide grin sitting goofily on his face.

His name was now yelled by so many at such speed that it almost started to loose its meaning as a word anymore, but non the less you could see its effect on Bucky.

His gloved hand fell from his bleeding nose as he began to dance lightly on his feet, adrenaline freshly pumping through his veins.

The red skull had a look of complete and utter rage on his face, and soon the two started to circle each other.

“I see you got your bitch trained.” Johann gave a shit eating grin.

Bucky tried his best to ignore it, instead taking his anger out with a powerful jab to his opponent’s ribs. He however glided out of the way to the other side of the ring.

“what’s the matter? Did I hit a pressure point?” his slight Russian accent filled Bucky with red, and he forced all the anger to remain inside, unwilling for this fight to turn sloppy.

“Don’t worry, when you lose, I’ll take real good care of her.”

Bucky’s eye widened in hate and before anyone could so much as blink, he had Johann pinned to the ground, punching him relentlessly in the face.

The blood splattered on the mat so heavily it could be seen as modern art. Through the cheers amplified around him, he heard the reff start to count. Finally getting to one, as he rolled off his enemy and was hoisted up by the arm in triumph.

The crowd cheered his name like gospel, and out of all the faces his eyes locked to yours. You where being handed a wad of cash and sticking your tongue out mockingly at two large men beside you.

When the excitement died down and he was handed his belt, the speaker passed him the mic as he asked “So James, what do you plan to do now?”

“I’m going home with my best girl.” He replied with a smile.

(sorry if it wasn’t that good, it was kinda just a wing it idea.)

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