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sgrdoll · 2 years

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synopsis - stark industries intern jade whitlock is tasked with creating a vibranium cell for the winter soldier.

warnings - extreme head trauma, male on female violence, angst, tooth rotting fluff, the winter soldier!bucky, anxious reader, best friend wanda

a/n - i am almost positive this won't be a series lol. this is just a one shot that popped into my head. i couldn't let it go until i wrote it out in its entirety. thank you for reading! :)

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Jade loved her job. It was probably the best thing about her entire life. Since she was still pursuing a doctorate in engineering she counted herself lucky that she got paid while in school. She had Tony Stark and Bruce Banner to thank for that.

The pair scouted her from Columbia University when she was in her first year of doctoral candidacy. They used her talents for a myriad of things, including creating an AI brain which is what the trio was currently working on.

Tony was an easy boss as was Bruce. They had been incredible to her and even allowed her to stay in the Avengers compound where she did her research. She loved all of the people she was surrounded by, especially her newly found best friend Wanda Maximoff.

They were the two girls closest in age and had a lot in common. Since Jade’s life had revolved around academia since she was little she held onto a lot of social anxiety from her childhood which she and Wanda had bonded over.

Sometimes Wanda would sit and watch Jade tinker in the lab while gossiping about the other people in the compound.

“I think I should get an honorary white lab coat to wear while I’m in here,” Wanda commented while shoving a bite of salad into her mouth.

Jade put all of her focus into the bolt she was unscrewing but still answered her question, “You get a white coat when you get your masters, otherwise no.”

“You’re so bossy,” Wanda huffed.

Jade just giggled at her.

“Wanda,” Tony called while walking into the lab, “You know you were supposed to be in a meeting like an hour ago, not bothering my intern.”

Jade stifled a laugh and Wanda rolled her eyes.

“She needs me to properly work. Don’t you want her to properly work?”

“Out.” Tony commanded while pointing to the door.

Wanda shrugged and mouthed a sorry to Jade before walking out the door.

“I need you to drop everything you're doing and help me with this,” Tony’s tone was serious which was very rare for the sarcastic man.

“What’s wrong?” Jade asked while sitting all of the equipment she was using in a neat line.

“Bucky Barnes is here and I need something to contain him. Immediately.”

Tony left no room for questioning and Jade quickly got to work while Mr. Stark watched over her.

“Mr. Stark I don’t think we have the materials to keep him in a box,” Jade said quietly and turned to her boss.

“Vibranium is our only option.”

“We only have a limited amount, are you sure?”

Mr. Stark nodded and she was left to do her job. She began to work while also thinking about why the Winter Soldier was here. The last she had heard of him he was still with Steve learning how to manage his past. To be fair, Jade was not in the top secret loop that all of her superiors were in.

It didn’t take long for her to create a mechanism that would hold him. It was fairly simple, the strength of the vibranium and the physics of the design did most of the work for her. She buzzed Tony and he just instructed her to send it to the basement level.

Jade didn’t feel comfortable taking the precious vibranium down the elevator with no supervision so she tagged along. She shoved the large box towards the elevator with a grunt and caught her breath on the ride down.

It took forever to get from the 12th floor all the way to basement level. When she finally arrived the elevator opened to an eerily quiet hallway. It was dark with barely functioning fluorescents overhead. Jade shivered when the cold air hit her face.

She walked down to the end of the neverending hallway and touched the handle of the door. She stopped when the sounds of shouting penetrated the concrete walls around her.

Jade took a deep breath in and summoned the courage to gently knock against the metal door. The shouting immediately stopped and a breathless Steve Rogers came to the door, “Do you have it?”

Jade nodded quickly, “It’s right outside the elevator. It was too big for me to get all the way down the hallway.”

Steve just nodded and moved past her to get the appliance left down the hallway, “You need to get back upstairs. Now.”

He left no room for argument and she walked quickly behind him to get to the elevator.

The metal door that Steve had shut tightly was being hit from the otherside. Jade watched in shock as the metal bent to accommodate the hand that was going through it until the door finally burst open.

It revealed the man she had only heard mythos of, Bucky Barnes stood with his mask on. She stopped in her tracks and stared in fear.

“Jade!” Steve shouted her name and instruction to go to the elevator and run, but she just couldn’t move.

Bucky’s icey blue gaze captured her own. Her eyes widened as he grabbed her by the shoulders, surely leaving a bruise. There was a glimpse of fear in his eyes but it was gone as quickly as it came.

He was studying her and then decided he had no more interest and threw her against the concrete wall next to him.

Jade’s head smacked against the wall and her vision blurred. She could vaguely hear Steve fighting against Bucky and then calling for backup. Jade felt her stomach turn and suddenly those barely there fluorescent lights felt like they were burning through her skull.

Jade closed her eyes tightly. She was still conscious enough to understand she had some sort of concussion. The commotion around her picked up and everyone began flooding the basement.

She opened her eyes and saw Sam and Tony wrestling Bucky back into the room he came from. “Jade!” Wanda came rushing to her side.

“Can you tell me where it hurts?” Wanda was trying to speak calmly but even Jade could hear the panic in her voice.

Jade groaned in response to her question, “I think I have a concussion.”

“Yeah, babe, you do. Can you tell me what year it is?”

Jade answered correctly and Wanda continued asking her as many questions as she could, more so to keep her awake. While the pair sat there Wanda created a forcefield between them and the chaos going on around them.

This made it so that it was quiet for Jade and eased the pounding in her head. Wanda kept her conscious until the rest of them got Bucky back into his cell.

Tony called for Wanda when they finished with The Winter Soldier.

“Someone get her to medical,” Tony said while touching her head in search of any blood.

He pulled his hand back and surveyed the amount of blood on it, pondering if she might need stitches. Since the forcefield was broken, Bucky’s screams and violence could be heard again. Jade winced and touched the side of her head where she was injured.

Sam helped her to her feet and made some comment about how she stayed conscious after a blow like that, although she had trouble even understanding anything that was happening around her.

They walked Jade up to medical while Wanda ranted to Tony about the dangers of letting her down there alone.

She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and fall asleep but even in her blurry state she knew she couldn’t.

The group took her to the in-house clinic and the doctor there told her she did in fact have a concussion. He prescribed limiting certain physical activities and drinking lots of water. He also said that Jade wasn’t allowed to sleep for at least six more hours.

By this point, she had become more aware of what was happening and was extremely tired. Wanda promised the doctor that she would stay with her and keep her awake.

Jade and Wanda sat on the couch of the compound’s common room and played different board games to keep busy. It started with Uno and ended with Connect Four.

At some point during their games Steve came in and sat down next to Jade.

“Listen, I am so sorry about what happened. I should have been more vigilant and made you go back upstairs before he even had the chance to do something like that.”

Jade felt anxiety bubbling in her stomach. She was terrible at talking to people, especially men as attractive as Steve Rogers.

“It wasn’t your fault,” she stammered out, “Really, I should have listened the first time.”

Steve noticed her nervousness and took it as a sign of her recovering from a traumatic event, not her actual personality.

“I am seriously sorry. Bucky is back to himself again and he wanted to talk to you but I didn’t want you to be scared around him. Do you think you would want to talk to him?” Steve posed the question very kindly so as to not frighten her.

Jade looked back to Wanda for help and her friend stepped in, “I don’t know if it’s a good idea for him to be in the same room with her again. She’s not even two hours removed from the accident.”

“What if I was there? Bucky could even stay in the vibranium cell you made him,” Steve tried again. He didn’t want to say it out loud, but making amends with his victims was part of Bucky’s therapy.

Jade chewed on her lip, “Okay. But, I want Wanda there too.”

Jade trusted Wanda with her life and as strong as Steve was she knew he would always choose Bucky’s safety over hers.

Steve nodded at her response, “He’s on the third floor with the conference rooms. I don’t think you want to go back down to the basement so I’m going to bring the cell up there to him. Just sit tight and I’ll text Wanda and let her know when we’re ready for you.”

Steve left in a hurry and I turned to Wanda. She had a skeptical look on her face that was leaning on disappointment.

“I’m sorry. I just feel bad for him. He’s been through a lot of stuff and the Winter Soldier and Bucky are two different people. I don’t want to alienate him for something he can’t control,” Jade explained while looking down at her fingers.

Wanda sighed, “I’m not mad at you. This is your choice, not mine. I’ll be there to support you.”

Jade smiled as Wanda’s phone buzzed. She looked down at the device and motioned for them to head to the third floor.

Jade was honestly scared out of her mind the entire ride up to the floor. Her heart was beating out of her chest and her breathing was uneven. It felt like her organs were making their way up through her throat. She tried to take deep breaths and calm down a bit before seeing Bucky.

Walking off the elevator and being on a floor she had never been on before didn’t help much either. This was where the Avengers held meetings about the fate of the universe and things of that nature, meaning she was unfamiliar with it.

Steve met them at the elevator and guided them into one of the conference rooms. All of the tables and chairs were moved to the side of the room to make space for Bucky in his cell. Looking at him now he was much less menacing. His icy blue eyes were a soft gray and his mask was off revealing his entire face. Bucky looked soft and almost welcoming to Jade. She knew he must be putting up his best front so as to not stress her out anymore than he already had.

“Hi,” Jade said softly, breaking the silence in the room.

“Hello. We have never met before,” Bucky stated, “I guess I didn’t make the best first impression.” His attempt at a joke earned him a glare from Steve and a small smile from Jade.

“I’m Jade. I just wanted to let you know, I’m not upset with you. I know you can’t really control it.”

Bucky gave her an apologetic smile, “Thank you, but I would understand if you were. In fact it’s okay if you are. I am truly very sorry for hurting you in any way. I’m working on it.”

Jade appreciated his sincere apology.

“Steve,” she said, “I think Bucky and I should talk alone.”

Wanda stepped in quickly, “Are you sure, Jade?”

Jade nodded with a reassuring smile, “Yes, but he still has to stay in the cell.” Steve was quick to leave but Wanda stayed behind until Steve gently pulled her out of the room, leaving Jade and Bucky alone. It was uncomfortable at first, neither of them speaking.

“Are you okay?”

That was the first question Jade asked him. He was shocked that he had thrown her against a wall and cracked her head open and she asked him if he was okay.

He looked at her for a second, “I’m not the one who got hurt.”

“I didn’t mean physically.” Her response made the room dead silent. Bucky sucked in a breath. This was the part he always dreaded. He hated when people asked him about what was going on in his head because he himself didn’t know half the time.

“I feel better than what I did before. I feel like I should be asking if you’re okay.”

Jade smiled, “There isn’t much a doctor can do for a concussion. I just have to slow down on work for a few weeks and limit physical activity. I’m fine other than the headache though.”

Hearing that he had harmed an innocent person sent a sharp pain through his chest. He wanted to be done with the life Hydra created for him. He wanted it all to be over.

Bucky looked at her through the clear glass of his cell, “I am so sorry. I will do anything I can to make it up to you.”

“I’m fine, there’s nothing for you to make up to me. I know this wasn’t your fault,” Jade tried to make him feel comfortable. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have no control of your body and actions because of one little word.

“It’s nice of you to say that,” Bucky gave her a kind look.

“What’s it like?” Jade practically blurted. Her hand came over her mouth quickly, “I’m so sorry you don’t have to answer that.”

Bucky chuckled at her, “No, it’s okay. You can ask me anything you want.” He paused for a moment to formulate his answer, “I still know what’s going on when it happens. I can feel and see everything I’m doing. I just can’t stop it. I’m at the mercy of this other being inside me that I can’t get rid of.”

“Do you think that you can get better?”

“I do. I really do think that I can get better. This was my first outburst in months. I was doing really well before today. I’ve been at the compound staying away from missions and decompressing for a while, I just snapped when I heard someone say one of my trigger words. I thought it was over and I was normal again.”

Jade could see the shame written all over his face and her heart melted for him. She wanted to give him a hug and comfort him. She knew this wasn’t what he wanted in any way.

She walked up to his cell and pressed the release trigger on the side. Jade made it, after all, so she knew all of its functions.

The glass in the cell retracted back into the metal and Bucky was face to face with the woman he almost killed.

He took a deep breath. Bucky was afraid he might get triggered and hurt her again.

“I’m not scared of you anymore. You can come out, I’ll be okay.”

Her warm smile was encouragement enough for him to step out of the confines of his cage. The first thing he noticed was the way she smelled. It sounded crazy but when he stepped out of his prison the only thing he could focus on was the vanilla scent of her hair.

“Thank you for trusting me. I promise I will do my best to make sure this never happens again,” Bucky vowed, looking down at her and smiling.

She wrapped her arms around his hulking figure. Bucky almost pulled back in surprise. It took a second for him to respond to her touch, but soon he was melting into her frame. It had been almost a hundred years since he felt such an affectionate touch from another person, someone who didn’t want to turn him into a killing machine, someone who didn’t want to exploit him. He soaked up every second of her soft hug and breathed in her scent.

Jade pulled back first, “I’m sorry they hurt you like that.”

Bucky almost teared up hearing her say that. Of course, it wasn’t her fault, but to hear someone sympathize with him instead of demonizing him was refreshing.

“Thank you, Jade. I’m sorry for everything that happened today. I hope we can start again.” Jade smiled and nodded happily, “I’d like that.”

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jess-unkommentiert · 2 years

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"I didn't have a choice!" - Masterlist

Lynn Summers found herself as the new doctor at the Avengers Compound. Soon she starts to become friends with Wanda, Steve, Sam and the others. Only a grumpy metal-armed man does not seem to trust and like her.

One eventful night changes everything between them. Will it drift them apart even more or get them close?

⍟ Alternate Universe (see Introductions) ⍟ After "Avengers: Endgame" - Before "Falcon and the Winter Soldier"

→ Bucky Barnes x OC ←

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→ The Story on WattPad

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Introduction & Cast

Prologue

I. Welcome to the Avengers Compound

II. Meeting the Avengers

III. Training accidents

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 2 months

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Quick Smut Drabble please, bestie. 🔥💕

Sergeant Barnes taking me, and fucking me awake in the middle of the night when he comes home. And he’s all vocal and whiny telling me how much he needs me and how much he missed me. And when I wake up, he only speeds up his thrusts taking me to paradise.

Middle Of The Night » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes home in the middle of the night and takes what he wants.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, little bit of fingering, unprotected sex, Sergeant kink, praise kink, cockwarming, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @katherineswritingsblog 🩷 I love everything about this request🥵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“Fuck…” Bucky mumbles to himself when he seen your sleeping figure.

The moonlight shined through the window into yours and his bedroom onto you. You were sleeping on your stomach, wearing nothing but one of his shirts and no panties. It’s like you wanted him to come home and see you like this. Bucky couldn’t help but reach his right hand in between your legs, feeling your pussy was already wet. He sunk a finger in your tight entrance, moving it slowly. You squirmed a little, backing yourself against his hand. Bucky smirks to himself. He removed his finger and stripped himself from his clothes. His was cock hard and leaking with precum. He got on the bed, pumping his cock in his right hand. He slid his cock inside of you with ease. His thrusts started off slow, gradual getting faster. His hands grasped your hips to steady himself.

“Fuck, such a good girl. So wet and tight.” He moans, almost whining.

Bucky was obsessed with the way your wet walls felt around his cock. He couldn’t help himself but fuck you a little faster. He looked down to where the two of you are connected and watched as his cock disappeared inside of you each time, his cock covered in your wetness. His lips parted, moans leaving his mouth.

“Shit…” He moans. “I missed you so much.” He whines. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, your tight pussy wrapped around my fat cock.” He says panting.

Your eyes fluttered open. You looked over your shoulder, seeing Bucky fucking into you. Bucky made eye contact with you and began fucking you faster.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned.

Your hands clutched the sheet beneath you. Your jaw dropped, breathy moans and whines left your lips.

“Sergeant…” You moaned.

“Did you miss your Sergeant, doll? I can tell you did.” Bucky says panting.

His metal hand left your hip, finding its way to your clit and began rubbing it in fast circles causing your pussy to clench around his cock, making him moan at the feeling. His cock was hitting your sweet spot every time he thrusted into you.

“Sergeant, I-I’m close! Oh fuck!” You moaned, clutching the sheet tighter.

“Me too, doll. Cum for me. Cum for your Sergeant, babydoll.” He says huskily.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a loud moan left your lips as you came hard, soaking the sheets beneath you. Moans left Bucky’s lips as he came inside of you, painting your walls. His thrusts came to a stop and he laid on top of you, being careful to not crush you. He turned your head and gave you a much needed kiss.

“I fucking missed you.” He says against your lips.

“I missed you more.” You say breathlessly.

Bucky rolled onto his side, pulling you closer to him and left his cock inside of you.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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metalbuckaroo · 4 months

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The Chase

Summary// "we had a deal, my dove. You promised."

AU// WinterSoldier!Bucky x F!Reader

Warnings// chasing kink, unprotected sex, smut, a yank to the hair, cursing, use of petnames- dove, dovey

Note// I think I'm a little rusty, but I'm also beyond tired rn so it could also be that ehsudienaua. This is a part two to the Black Mail fic I did for kinktober many moons ago

"Who is he?" He was everywhere. His gruff voice echoing through the trees, surrounding you as you frantically looked around. Trying to find a way out of this situation. "I don't share, dove."

He was right behind you, your legs working before your mind to carry you in the opposite direction. Lungs burning from the cold night air as his dark chuckle faded in the distance.

But, he was quick and quiet. Moving just as fast as you could look over your shoulder before slamming into what could only be described as a wall of pure muscle, sending you falling back onto the leaf covered ground.

"Please- James, please. I'm sorry." You pleaded, tears stinging your eyes as he stood over you. The same mask Hydra forced him to wear covering the lower portion of his face.

He kneeled down, denim blues dark with something you couldn't place. "I won't ask again. Who. Is. He."

"Your way out! Please, just let me go. I still have a week!" The metal of his left hand gleamed in the moonlight as he reached his hand out to grasp your chin. Pupils blown and touch gentle.

"I'll give you a headstart. You have three minutes, dovey." You just stared at him wide eyed, chest heaving and heart hammering against your ribcage. "Run."

As if on instinct, you scrambled to your feet, trying to find your footing to dart back into the darkness the trees provided.

You knew you couldn't go much longer, your aching muscles sending pains through your legs each time your feet would hit the ground. There was no use in running anyways, he'd always win.

"We had a deal, my dove. You promised." You swore you could hear the grit of his teeth when you'd stopped, so close to giving in as you leaned your forehead against the rough bark of a nearby tree. Fingers curving against the wood. "You're just like them."

"No, I'm not." You heaved, trying to take a moment to catch your breath.

"I saw you with him at that diner. You're suppose to be mine."

His voice was getting closer, making you bite down on the inside of your cheeks to take some of the attention away from the burning in your legs before taking off again.

Though, you didn't make it far before fingers curled in the back of your hair. Crying out when he barely yanked to make you stop.

"I was doing what I was told. You want out, I have to find someone who can do that." You tried to reason, words not coming easy from the way he had your head craned back. His warm right arm snaking around your waist to pull you against him.

"Lies." He seethed, calloused fingers slipping under your shirt. "I've dreamt of you. Craved you. Now I finally have you again. I've been so cold without you my sweet dove."

Your body gave in the moment nimble fingers flicked the button of your pants open.

There was something twisted inside of you that liked the chase, the constant looming feeling you'd had over the weeks since you'd last seen him- like he was just lying in wait for the right moment.

It was hard to think of much else than the last time you'd saw him. The drag of his fingers against your skin, the way his lips seared kisses to your throat- much like now, cold and warm hands dragging against your sides as your fingers worked at the tactical belt that kept you from what you were truly after.

The ground freezing against your bare back not slowing you from getting what you craved.

It seemed to take ages for James to notice your struggle, his hands replacing your own to easily pull open the buckle as yours went to unclip the mask. Carelessly tossing it into the leaves to pull his lips to yours.

The hunger behind his kiss fueled you, your fingers weaving through his long locks and legs going around his waist to pull him closer. Swallowing breaths and quiet grunts as his hand fumbled to grasp his shaft.

The shudder that rolled through your body as he pressed into you was enough to send your mind reeling, everything else around you fading away and your senses overwhelmed by only him as he found his pace. Short, hard thrusts rocking your body- sending shocks of pure pleasure shooting down your legs.

You'd missed how full he made you feel. An emptiness left behind in his absence, his touch electric as he groped at your chest and left sloppy kisses along your throat. Deep moans vibrating against the skin, mixing with your whines in the cold night air.

"Can feel you milking me, dovey. Make a mess, show me who I belong to." James panted, drinking in the pleasure drunk scrunch of your face as your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

Wedging his arm under you for a better angle, he didn't change his pace. Taking the opportunity to slot his lips over yours when you cried out in bliss, swallowing the sultry sound as your cunt clamped around him. His hips jerked forward at the feeling, the swirling sensation at his base building until he couldn't take it anymore- spilling into you with a huffed grunt.

The warmth of his body was quickly replaced with the night air, goosebumps prickling your skin as you whined in response. The dull ring in your ears making it hard to focus as you found your jeans to redress.

"One more week, dove. Better hurry."

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bucks-babe · 26 days

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More to Love

Pairing: Bucky x f!reader

Summary: Bucky wants to take care of you in every sense of the term; so what if you gain a bit of extra fat because of it?

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Slight angst, mentions of past relationships, kind of told in flashbacks, shitty ex boyfriend who forces reader to lose weight (not Bucky), Bucky is so in love it hurts, Bucky takes care of his woman, body insecurity, weight gain because of a healthy relationship, smut, CMNF (only for a little bit), looking in the mirror while on Bucky’s lap (yes, that needs a warning), crying during sex, daddy kink, soft!dom Bucky, so much fluff, no use of Y/N, Bucky calls reader love, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t do that), implied creampie, Bucky loves his girl’s tummy, emotions.

A/N: This is NOT fetishizing weight gain, nor unhealthy habits. Bucky is not forcing the reader to gain weight to make her attractive to him; he loves his girl at any weight and just wants to take care of her. I made this fic because I want to feel like the parts of my body that I’m insecure about can still be desirable. Also this turned out way softer than the drabble, but there is still smut going on. Thank you to the amazing @buckys-wintersoldier for beta reading; however, any and all mistakes are my own.

Ever since you started dating Bucky, you have noticed how different he is compared to your previous partners. Not just because he is a 6 foot something brick house, but also in the way he treats you. You’ve never experienced such raw and untamed love directed solely at you, or the way his eyes seem to bore into your soul, memorizing every quirk and tick you possess. It’s almost overwhelming how much he loves you.

Never before have you felt so comfortable in a relationship. Previous boyfriends never really felt like boyfriends, rather personal trainers. Maybe you were bad at picking them out, but your last partner was a gym rat, constantly obsessing over what he was eating and how many hours he put into the gym that week. The obsession he had for the gym followed through into your relationship. If you wanted to spend time with him, it had to be at the gym.

He would construct fitness plans for you, saying that the softness of your stomach needed to go to make him happy, and you let him. You don’t know why you let him weasel his way into your head, but he did. Eventually, it went past the gym, and he would only allow you to go to a certain restaurant to eat because the others had way too many unhealthy options, side-eyeing you for ordering a side of fries instead of a salad. Cooking at home became a battle since you weren’t supposed to eat anything fatty or fried, nothing you did was ever good enough for him.

Over the course of that relationship you did end up losing the extra weight you had, but also weight that you didn’t need to lose, and soon you were “too skinny” and “didn’t have enough meat on your bones for him.” He left you soon after - over text. It was something along the lines of, “I wanted to see if I could make you attractive, but you don’t look good, fat or skinny.” It crushed you. The man that you thought you were in love with, and who loved you, broke your heart. You never gained the weight back, hoping against hope that he could come back and realize he was wrong about you. He never did.

It took you a long time to get over that piece of shit, but what he said about your body never left - you were still terrified to gain weight. But then you met Bucky, and for a while you forgot about that asshole. You had the sweetest, sexiest, kindest man that you were able to call yours, so why would you even think about your past? It started so slow you didn’t even notice until it was too late.

You groaned, stretching out in bed, arm reaching out for your boyfriend, only to find his side of the bed cold and empty. Squinting, you try to open your eyes, sunlight forcing them to close. After a few tries, you get them open and look at the time - 7:19. Bucky must be back from his morning run. Searching the floor for his henley, you walk into the kitchen to find Bucky cutting up your favorite fruit in a bowl, shirtless. The both of you know that he can hear you walk up to him, hell he probably heard you the moment you woke up, but he humors you when you wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder as he jumps in surprise.

“What’cha doing, honey,” you murmur into his back, peppering it with kisses.

“Makin’ something to eat after runnin’ with Steve all mornin’. Hope I didn’t wake ya up, Love.” You feel the shiver that shoots up his spine at your touch.

“No, I was just about to get up anyway, just so happens that I woke up to this sight.”

Bucky turns only his head to look down at you, a crooked smile adorning his scruffy face, “And you can wake up to it every day. Now how about you go sit your pretty little ass down on the couch and get our show ready? I’ll be there in a minute.”

You place a chaste kiss to his cheek before slapping his ass on the way out earning a glare from him. Bucky knows that you don’t eat in the morning but he has devised a plan because you not eating in the morning will follow to you only eating at dinner tonight.

You hear his heavy foot fall as you’re getting comfy on the couch only for him to pick you up and rest his back against the arm of the couch, setting you down in his lap, his chest to your back. He ignores your squeals and settles down.

While you are watching your show, Bucky is watching you, and before you know it, a piece of pineapple is passing your lips. Chewing happily, you don’t even notice that Bucky has you eating until the deep rumble of ‘good girl’ is whispered in your ear. A deep throb settles in your core as you continue to eat each piece he puts in your mouth, desperate to hear his praise again and again.

That was how it started, Bucky feeding you in the mornings. But it slowly progressed from that. He was always making sure that you’ve eaten your three meals a day, no if, ands or buts. You were an Avenger after all so of course you needed to eat to stay healthy with all the missions and training you go through. Bucky noticed the pudge on your belly coming back way before you did.

“Love, what is this movie even about? I’m so confused.” The smile in his voice was impossible to miss. With him against the headboard and your back resting against his chest, you couldn’t see his face. Whatever explanation you gave, Bucky didn’t hear a word of it. As you repositioned in his lap, you sat up, just a bit, but his hands on your stomach felt it, the small bit of fat soft and warm in his hands.

To this day you have no idea why Bucky stripped off both of your clothes and pounded you for hours, but he did, and that little bit of soft flesh made him go a little crazy.

During this time you didn’t even realize that you were gaining your weight back because for the first time since you met your last boyfriend, you had so much more energy. You didn’t need extra naps throughout the day, or feel dead tired after doing absolutely nothing. Now, your body had enough nutrients to function properly, the hump of your belly was there because you were healthy. You’ve had it all your life, nothing getting rid of it. To you it made you feel like you were fat, but to Bucky, oh, it showed him that you were a strong, healthy woman.

Everyday after training, you would boast to him about how much better you’ve been doing in training, claiming Natasha said so. Of course you have always been a very capable agent, but now that you had enough fuel to support the vigorous Avenger training, you’ve been doing better than ever, and Bucky couldn’t have been more proud; however, it all came to a head when you finally caught on to your weight gain.

Fresh out of the shower, you head over to your closet. It was no special occasion but Bucky being the perfect boyfriend that he is, wanted to take you out on a date, just because. After finding Bucky’s favorite pair of lingerie and putting them on, you huff. You don’t remember the bottoms feeling so tight. You passed it off however, thinking that maybe you did something to them in the wash.

But what you couldn’t ignore was how your favorite dress wasn’t fitting. It took way too much wiggling to get it past your hips and waist. What really set you off though, was that you couldn’t zip it. Already too tight on you before zipping, now you couldn’t get the damn thing to move more than an inch. Looking in the mirror you found the reason why the zipper refused to move. The small pocket of fat on your tummy that you thought you got rid of, was back, and larger than it ever was.

Turning to the side, you saw just how much it was coming out. You could’ve sworn you were a few months pregnant. How could you have missed this? It took a while, but you got the dress off so you could investigate the fat on your stomach. Gasping, you tried to suck in, in the hope that it would disappear. It didn’t.

Tears sprung in your eyes. How could Bucky find this attractive? Why hasn’t he said anything about this? How could you let yourself go like this? All these horrible thoughts raced through your head, before you heard Bucky’s sweet voice through the door asking if you were ready.

All of those little moments lead you to where you are now, standing in front of your mirror crying, while Bucky patiently waits on the other side of the door, thinking all is right with the world, as yours is falling apart right before your eyes. Before you can hide yourself, Bucky opens the door. Immediately, you move to cover yourself up, disgusted with the shape of your body hoping that he doesn’t look at what you can’t cover. Bucky, however, looks directly into your eyes first, seeing the pain and tears.

In two steps he reaches you and his strong arms envelop you, hands running up and down your back. “Love, what’s wrong?” You only bury your face in his chest further. He walks back to the bed, pulling you in his lap as he sits. Your naked body pressed up against his fully clothed one. Bucky’s right palm slides down your back and he tries to squeeze your waist when you jerk away from him.

“No! Don’t touch me there!” Bucky feels his heart crack in his chest at your repulsion, not understanding why you don’t want him to touch your waist. He doesn’t let you leave his lap however, keeping you in place.

“Why, Love? What did I do?”

“You didn’t do anything. Look at my stomach, Buck!” You bite back another sob when he does, confusion written all over his face, not understanding what you’re trying to convey. “It’s FAT!” You all but scream, failing at trying to escape when his arms pull you down once again.

“Love…” He gets cut off by another sob falling from your lips. Instead of trying to talk you down, Bucky brings your lips to his and keeps your head in place. The only movement is the wobble of your lower lip as you try to contain your sobs.

A few minutes pass by before Bucky can’t stand it anymore, and he tilts your head and moves his lips. The kiss tastes of your tears but neither of you care. Clawing at his back, you try to get closer to him, wanting him to consume you.

When his hands trail down your sides, you pull away. Strong arms spin you around, naked back to clothed chest. The warm palm of his right hand forces you to look at yourself in the mirror.

“Buc..”

“No, Love. Look at how fucking sexy you are.” With his right hand still holding your chin, his left trails down your body, stopping over the swell of your tummy. “So goddamn pretty, you know that?” He whispers in your ear, kissing down your neck, cock twitching under your ass.

He spreads his legs, forcing yours to open as well and he groans deep and long at the sight of your pussy. “God, Love, don’t you see how pretty you are, so soft and strong and all mine.” You try to pull away, the feeling of looking at yourself too much, but Bucky’s strong hands don’t let you move an inch. “Feel what you do to me? Feel how hard my cock is?”

It’s too much, all of it. His praise, his touch, the sight of you. More tears well in your eyes and a pitiful whine leaves you. “Can’t, Bucky. I-I…” You have to close your eyes; you can't look at yourself any longer.

“Shhh, Love, you can, baby. Let Daddy take care of you. Let him show you how pretty you are. Open your eyes for Daddy.” At his request, you open your eyes, only to find his already on you. With tears still pouring from your eyes, Bucky wipes them away before laying you down on your back.

If there was anyone who knew your limits better than yourself, it was Bucky. He knows that having you look at yourself right now would only do more harm than good, but showing you how much he loves you is a whole different story. Before laying down with you, Bucky takes his clothes off, needing to feel you against his bare skin. “I love you so fucking much, you know that? Never met a stronger,” Bucky plants a kiss on your cheek, “more beautiful,” another kiss, “smarter, sweeter, perfect woman in all my life.”

With each kiss you can't tell if your erratic heart is slowing down or speeding up. This is such a foreign feeling for you, such unbridled love. Your head falls deeper into the pillows, Bucky’s scent enveloping all your senses, and you can’t think properly, your brain feeling fuzzy at the heedy stare Bucky is giving you.

“Daddy, I don’t, I can’t.” You don’t even know what you are trying to say, words no longer coming to you, but Bucky does, he always knows what you need.

“I know, Love. You just need Daddy to make you feel better, make you see how perfect you are for him.” Wrapping his arms around your back, he pulls you in closer to him, both of you gasping when his hard cock presses up against your naked core. Without thought, you grind your hips up, chasing the friction of his silky skin.

“All those tears, and all you wanted was Daddy’s cock, huh? Just want Daddy to fuck you dumb, turn that little brain off for you? Don’t worry, Love, Daddy’ll take care of you.” You wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling him closer, not leaving any space between the two of you, the hard planes of his abdomen pressed against the soft swell of yours.

Bucky doesn’t wait for you to beg, he can’t, not now, he needs to be inside of you, lining himself up, he pushes in, inch by perfect inch.”Shit, Love, you feel how perfect you are for me?”

Your lips part, letting a breathy whine out. Bucky doesn’t wait, slowly pulling out until only his plush tip is still inside, just to roll his hips back in. “Fuck. Look at Daddy, look at what you do to him.” It takes everything in your power to open your eyes and look at Bucky, the pleasure almost too much just after one thrust, but when you do, the sight that meets you is glorious. Face flushed, brows drawn together, lips parted, Bucky looked debauched.

“Good girl, see that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Without warning, Bucky rolls the both of you over, with you on his lap. “Since you listen to Daddy so well, why don’t you ride his cock, let him look at his pretty girl bounce?” This snaps you out of your stupor, there’s no way you’re going to let him see your stomach jiggle.

“Bucky, I can’t, not this way. What about the other way?” You try to turn around, but his left hand grabs your waist while his right lands a harsh slap to your ass causing you to clench around him.

“Ah, ah, ah, Daddy wants to see your face. You hear me?” Before you can complain again, Bucky thrusts his hips up, hard. You both moan, caught up in the sensation of his cock inside of you. Your hands fly to his chest, trying to balance yourself before you tumble off. Bucky doesn’t let up, thrust after thrust, pounding into your pussy.

“Oh, fuck! Daddy, right there, shit, please!” You don’t know what you’re begging for, just that you don’t want him to stop. The room is filled with the salacious sounds of your combined moans along with the clapclapclap of his thighs meeting your ass.

“So fucking good, Love, you know that? This pussy was made for me. Fucking perfect. Look at this little belly jiggling while I fuck you, shit, gonna make me blow my fucking load early. You’re. So. Fucking. Gorgeous.” Each word was punctuated by a vicious thrust. Ice pours down your spine, in the midst of pleasure you completely forgot why you didn’t want to do this position. He’s fucking staring right at your belly, hands gripping at your extra fat, just watching it ripple with each brutal thrust of his hips.

“Bucky stop, don’t look there, I don’t…” The rest of your sentence gets cut off when Bucky somehow fucks you even harder, effectively making your tummy move more. It’s too much: the feral look in his eyes, the perfect angle of his cock, and his beautiful moans. Despite your best efforts, you feel your orgasm building up. The little coil hidden under the small hump of your belly pulls tighter and tighter, and Bucky can feel it. He can feel your pussy pulsing around him so he moves his hands from your belly to your hips, grinding them against his coarse hairs with sharp thrust.

It pulls tighter and tighter until it snaps, dragging you under, blood roaring through your ears. You vaguely hear Bucky’s voice, “There you go, give it to Daddy. So good for me, soaking my cock. God, I fucking love you.” Bucky stops moving, giving you time to come down from your high. Still gasping for air, you fall down onto his sweaty chest, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm. You’re pulled out of your haze by Bucky. “Think you can give me one more? I think you can.”

He flips you over, back landing on the bed while he throws your legs over his shoulders, effectively causing your stomach to roll up, small pockets of fat pushing out. You whine, not wanting Bucky to see it, but he fucking loves this. Loves the bit of extra fat that has found its way under your chin, the soft flesh around your strong thighs, and the belly that fits perfectly in his hands. He loves it because it proves your healthy, that he’s feeding you well, well enough that you can train to your full potential, have the energy to do what you want to, not always be so tired you don’t want to do the things you love to do, that you aren’t afraid to eat what you want. That’s what he fucking loves, taking care of you and the way your body has changed has absolutely zero affect on his attraction to you. He will always think you are the most beautiful woman in the entire universe.

“Love, you don’t understand how fucking sexy you are, do you? Look at how well we fit together.” He cups the back of your head, making you look at your stomach as he enters you again, making your belly bulge more. “Do you see this, Love? See how pretty you are, and it's all for me, isn’t it?” The adoration in his eyes was almost too much, the swell in your chest threatening to burst as tears welled up in your eyes, feeling his love with every stroke. Bucky wasn’t fucking you anymore, he was making love to you, showing you how much you mean to him.

Bucky takes one of your hands in his, lacing your fingers together, placing your hand on your tummy, feeling the bulge of his cock underneath your softness. “Daddy, feels so good. Fuck. Love you so much.” Bucky’s hips stutter when you say you love him, it has always been his weakness, the utter devotion and vulnerability that you allow him to experience is something he will never take for granted. Tears were streaming down your face, eyes probably red and puffy. Leaning forward, Bucky places his forehead on yours, eyes locked into yours.

“I know, Love. Can’t even begin to describe how much I love you.” Bucky can feel you getting closer again, pussy clenching around him, hands scrambling to grab onto something: his hair, back, hands, sheets, you can’t decide, the pleasure coursing through you too much. “Give it to me Love, make your Daddy proud and cum on his cock. Know you want to, just let go.” With two more thrusts, your eyes roll back, another orgasm rolling through you. This one shorter than the last, but no less intense. Bucky finds his release right after, burrowing his face into your neck, holding you to him, wanting to be as close as possible.

It takes a few minutes, but the both of you calm down, hearts returning back to normal. You’re the first to speak, breaking the comfortable silence. “You knew I was gaining weight, didn’t you?” With his softening cock still buried deep inside you, Bucky lifts his head up a small smirk adorning his face.

“Of course, but this little pudge,” he grabs your tummy and almost kneads it, “is because you’re healthy. You have so much more energy recently, and I fall deeper in love with you every single time I see how fucking happy you are now. You make me so proud to be able to call myself your boyfriend. You're so beautiful and I promise you that I will spend everyday for the rest of my life proving that to you.”

You don’t have any words to respond, so you just wrap your arms around him, breathing in his scent. And of course Bucky keeps true to his promise, and you believe him when he tells you that you are the most beautiful woman because he proves it to you everyday, in and outside of the bedroom.

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Warning: this story contains themes of brainwashing through torture and drugging. Please don't read this if that is triggering to you

This story is 18+ which means if you are a minor you are not allowed to read or engage with this story. Smut will have a * in the part

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Part 1

Bombshell Plan

Sighting

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REQUEST: @buckys-wintersoldier asked: What about needy Bucky but the reader had bad experiences and needs time. So he gives her time but after a party he can’t stop himself from touching her? But he is really soft and all so she says yes? Word count: 2.3k Warnings: mentions of previous bad relationship trauma, includes smut, penetrative and oral sex

He was exquisite. He was elegant and oh so handsome. He could have had any woman in the room and for some reason he had chosen you. You still couldn't quite believe it was real.

You caught sight of your reflection in a mirror beside you, smiling at what you saw. It had been a while since you'd felt comfortable in your own skin, let alone feel happy with your appearance. But tonight the girl in the mirror in the sexy black dress was smiling back at you. You felt confident for the first time in a long time.

Truth be told, you'd not been entirely open with Bucky. The relationship was still new. You had asked him to take things slow. The request you'd made had been under the guise of wanting to be understanding to him and his apprehensions for being in an intimate relationship. It wasn't that Bucky hadn't had sex after being freed from his HYDRA brainwashing, no, even you weren't naïve enough to suffer delusions of that kind. But he had admitted to you that you were the first person he had wanted to pursue a relationship with. He felt comfortable with you, he could be himself, free of judgements and frightened looks.

Bucky appeared behind you suddenly, making you jump. He still moved with the stealth of a wolf. He flashed you with one of those rare smiles which he reserved for you and you alone. He made you feel warm and wanted… special. But somehow you couldn't quite overcome your fear of intimacy.

It wasn't that you were opposed to it. Far from it, in fact. You almost longed for his touch, to feel his hands on you…in you. But every time he got too close, there was a voice inside your brain that screamed at you, reminding you of your past exploits, the scathing words which had been thrown at you after the rare moments of intimacy you'd allowed yourself with other men. In short you were afraid, not of Bucky, but of not being able to please him.

His hands on your bare arms weren’t helping the feeling of lust that was simmering beneath the surface. The way his fingers skimmed over your biceps, tracing the muscles gently…erotically.

“Hey Angel,” he mumbled in your ear. “You having a good time?”

“Yeah, it’s great. I mean it’s a lot, but I’m enjoying it.” You glanced around the crowd, the throng of people on the dance floor.

“You want to dance?” Bucky asked, but you could hear the uncertainty in his voice. He was still wary of being surrounded by large numbers of people. He would usually spend his time at these events around the peripheries of the room.

“Maybe not out there,” you pointed at the dance floor.

Bucky took your hand and with a surprise swift movement, he spun you around and straight into his sturdy strong chest. The way his hand fit snugly into the small of your back felt perfect. Your knees trembled at the way he looked down at you, the passion in his beautiful blue eyes and if his strong arms hadn’t been enveloping you, you wondered if your legs would give way right there and then.

“Want to get out of here?” Bucky whispered in your ear.

“Yes, please!”

“Do you want to go somewhere or do you want me to take you home?”

“Buck, these heels are sort of killing my feet. I know it's not a very exciting thing to do, but do you want to come back to my place? We could watch a movie together.”

“As long as I'm with you, I don't care what we do.”

Bucky had a way of making you blush, the way he fawned over you while making you feel desirable at the same time. He held your hand the entire way home and you couldn’t stop staring at him.

“Why do you keep looking at me, Angel?”

“I love looking at beautiful things.”

If you had known how deeply it would have made Bucky blush, you’d have called him beautiful a lot sooner. Before you knew it, he was pulling up outside your apartment and scrambling out of the car so he could open your door and offered you an arm to support you as you teetered around in those three inch stilettos that made your calves look sculpted and thinner. You could see Bucky glancing up and down at you, see the hunger in his eyes. You knew what he wanted, it was obvious from the way his hands wandered around your body, the way his arms folded over across your chest, the way he pressed his nose against your head, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

He followed you into your apartment with his hands on your hips, you didn’t see the way he checked out your ass but you could sense his eyes on you. The second your door was closed, his lips were on yours, his fingers dug into your waist as he pulled you close to him, moaning softly into your mouth. It felt like Bucky couldn’t quite get enough of you. Only when you felt his growing erection against your belly that you realized that he wanted more than you were quite ready for.

With a slight sigh, you pulled your lips away from his, hoping that he wouldn’t be upset. You kissed his cheek and took his hands off your hips.

“I’m just going to take these shoes off and get changed and we can pick a movie. Okay?” you smiled at him. But inside your heart was pounding with fear, what if he got mad at you? Your last boyfriend had always made snarky comments until you agreed to sex and then complained about your lack of involvement when he was finished. It was rare for you to finish or really even enjoy intercourse when you’d been with him.

You disappeared quickly before he had the chance to express any difference of opinion. It didn’t take you long to shed the slinky black dress in favor of a comfortable t-shirt, some shorts and an oversized cardigan. As you made your way back to the living room, your hand lingered on the door knob. What if he didn’t want to stay?

You needn’t have worried because the second you stepped out of your bedroom, you found Bucky in your kitchen taking freshly popped corn out of your microwave.

“I thought you might be hungr-” he didn’t quite finish his sentence as he caught sight of you. There was no hiding how his eyes flicked down to take in your bare legs.

“Thanks, Buck. Come on.” You took the bowl from him and beckoned him over before climbing onto your couch and covering your legs with the blanket.

Bucky followed gladly, any excuse to be close to you. He sat down next to you and slung his arm over your shoulder and smiled as you snuggled into his side. Your reaction earlier had given him cause for concern. But now he couldn’t quite pay attention during the movie because he was distracted by the way your hand stroked his thigh. Bucky found himself pressing his lips against your head, nuzzling into your ear. His hand snaked around to your thigh.

You sighed quietly, resigning yourself to let this happen. It wasn’t until you stiffened at his touch that he stopped to question you.

“Angel?” Bucky called you softly.

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“It’s just that you don’t seem very comfortable.”

“No, it’s fine, Bucky. Come here.” You reached over to kiss him.

Bucky let you kiss him, indulging in the salty taste on your tongue from the popcorn. He slipped his hand under your shirt and caressed your back. It was only after about five minutes of making out that Bucky was feeling a little impatient, he leaned over and guided you backwards onto the couch. He smiled down at you, brushing your hair out of your face and gazing into your eyes.

Bucky hadn’t known you for a long time, but he had grown very fond of you in that time and he loved seeing the joy on your face when you experienced things that made you happy. And he would do anything to see your face light up that way, but he couldn’t find that in your expression as he looked down on you.

“Angel, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing Bucky, let’s do this.”

“But it doesn’t feel like you want to.”

“I do, Bucky, come on. Let’s get it over with.”

“Get this over with? Angel, don't you want this?” Bucky’s shoulders drooped and his brow furrowed with confusion.

“I do, but-” your voice was quiet, but now that he had asked you a direct question, you didn't want to answer. What if he didn't understand?

“You know that if you don't want to, we don't have to. We can just watch the movie. Or if you want me to leave-”

“No!” you cut him off, grabbing his arm. You most certainly didn't want him to leave.

Bucky sat up and the loss of warmth of his body on yours made you shiver. He covered your legs with the blanket but didn't join you under it. You pulled your cardigan over your torso, trying to hide yourself inside it.

“I'm sorry.” Your face burned with shame.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Angel.”

Bucky sat with you silently, wanting desperately to ask what had caused your apprehension, but he didn't want to invade your privacy or push you into something you didn't want to divulge.

“I don't want to disappoint you,” you mumbled.

Bucky's eyebrows flew into his hairline. “Why would you think that?”

“He said…” you hesitated. “He said I wasn't good…at sex.”

Bucky sighed. He hated the man who had made you feel this way. “Angel, I-” Bucky hated that he didn't know how to express himself as eloquently as Steve often did. “All I want is to feel close to you. But only if you want that too.”

“I want that too. I want nothing more.”

“Angel, can I ask you something?”

You nodded.

“Was he good? Did he make you feel good?”

You shook your head dismally.

“I want you to feel good, Angel. I want us to feel closer than we already are.”

“I want that too, Bucky.”

Bucky reached out a hand and you let him cup your cheek. You let him pull you into a kiss, a kiss where you gave in to the passion, your tongues familiarizing each other's mouths. Bucky pulled you into his lap and you took your time feeling each other's bodies, learning what touches the other responded to.

When Bucky's exploration of your body finally reached your core, you were literally dripping. The way his fingers teased your entrance had you begging to feel him inside you. Bucky couldn't do anything other than oblige your pretty pleas. He was far beyond aroused and painfully hard and eager to know you in the most intimate way possible.

His jaw was completely slack as he reveled in the pleasure of stretching your walls, your moans were music to his ears. The way Bucky filled you was a feeling unlike anything you'd ever experienced before.

What you were feeling was incredible, the pleasure, the elation! The way Bucky moved inside you, the ease with which he glided in and out would be your undoing. In all of your past experiences, you'd never felt this degree of bliss. It certainly helped that Bucky was muttering a barrage of praises into your ear about how amazing you felt, how well you took him,

“Angel, I'm close. I can't-”

“That's okay Bucky,” you whispered in his ear. “Come for me?”

“Only for you, Angel.” He moaned, as he thrusted into you one more time before spilling his seed inside you.

The supersoldier serum coursing through his veins meant that it didn't take him long to recover and he was propping himself up to look at you.

“Did you…?” he panted.

“What?” You were surprised by his question. “I- I-” You flushed, embarrassed that you hadn't climaxed when he had. But you had agreed to communicate with him, so you shook your head with a small pout.

“Okay.” He climbed off you.

“Okay.” You echoed him, accepting that this was the end of the discussion.

But what happened next isn't what you were expecting. Bucky climbed down to the other end of the sofa and hooked his arms under your knees.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“Buck, what’re you doing?”

“These,” he patted your knees, “go here.” He pointed his thumbs towards his shoulders. “I'm just gonna put this cushion under here so you're comfortable.” Bucky pushed a couch cushion under your hips to lift them.

“Bucky?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yeah, but-”

“If you don't like it, you can tell me to stop. Okay?”

“Okay.”

A mischievous glint appeared on Bucky's face and he gripped your hips and raised them up to his mouth where he proceeded to devour you until you were squirming and bucking against his mouth. He ran his tongue lightly over your lips before pushing through and licking and sucking your clit. It wasn't long before you were screaming his name and falling over the edge into an oblivion of Bucky’s making.

He smiled as he lowered you back down onto the sofa, massaging your hips after the strain he had put on them spreading your legs.

“How you feeling, Angel?”

The only sound that came out of your mouth was a few random unintelligible notes.

Bucky chuckled and lay down beside you. “I know exactly how you feel, Angel. Can we do this again soon? You can remind me just how amazing you are.”

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whitexwolfxx310 · 11 months

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Time Goes On

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: Bucky gets called to go on a Hydra mission

Warnings: Y/N, 18+, Cursing, Light sexual content, super fluff, and angst.

Word Count: 5304

A/Ns: I'm starting to have a bit of writers block. If anyone has ideas please let me know! I would love to incorporate them into the storyline.

Previous Part

Master List

Life with Bucky has become the new norm. It’s easy for him to slip into his typical routine, but every once in a while you like to stir things up. Although you live together you’re still able to each have ‘me’ time when missions come up. He has his job and you have your own. He spends his time doing what he does best and using it as his outlet to get rid of rising feelings and emotions that he can’t always talk or think through.

The morning sun shines through the window, warming your skin and the surrounding sheets; Making it nearly impossible to find the motivation to get out of bed. But the sweet breakfast aroma you’ve become accustomed to fills the air, beckoning your empty stomach. Your eyes fixate on the 8x10 frame on the nightstand that holds a picture of the two of you from your friend Elena's wedding a few months ago. Bucky holding you closely to himself, looking down at you-only you, smiling while you're laughing. The most perfect candid, and accurate, depiction of your relationship; The simplicity of love.

Sauntering out to the kitchen, your stomach rumbles-eager to see what he has prepared to start your day together.

"Morning, Sunshine" Bucky says, standing at the stove with his back to you; Not even having to turn around to know you're there.

"Morning, babe." You say in return as your arms wrap around him from behind.

"Babe?" He mimics, sounding slightly repulsed.

"What? It's not fair that you get to call me Sunshine and yet you hate every single nickname I try to come up with for you-"

You're interrupted by the suddenness of Bucky turning around and lifting you up from behind your thighs. Both laughing he takes a few steps forward and sets you down on the counter. Instinctively your legs wrap around his waist bringing him closer into your body. Bucky leans into your face just so that the very tips of your noses barely touch.

“What’s wrong with my name?” He asks softly.

Hooking his index finger under your chin, he coaxes you to tilt your face up just a little more; Lips barely touching.

“I like when you say my name.” His voice deep and low. His lips barely brushing against yours as he speaks.

It feels as though all the air is sucked out of the room. The more than welcomed waves of arousal erupt from your core, simultaneously spreading out through your body like fireworks exploding. Biting down on your own tongue in hopes the sting of pain would suppress the instantaneous neediness you feel; It doesn’t. His hips press into yours just a little more- and all bets are off. Your chest arches into his as your lips touch.

“Mmm…” The small sound emerges from your throat as you breathe into the kiss. There’s a sudden coolness on your right cheek from his hand. But something else catches your attention.

“Bucky…” You say between kisses.

“Yes?” He replies, feeding into the moment.

“You’re going to burn your French toast.”

Lips still locked, his eyes flash open. It takes him a second but he breaks away.

“Fuck-“ Spinning around back to the stove you can’t help but laugh as you bring your legs up against your chest and wrap your arms around them.

“These were about to burn…” He gives you a sarcastic side eye. “How did you know?”

“I think it’s time that you just accepted the fact that I’m a better cook than you.” You reply sarcastically, reaching into the bowl on the kitchen island you're sitting on and take out a red plum.

“First of all, I’m a hard man to break. I’ll never admit that. And secondly-“ Bucky snatches the plum from your hand and takes a bite, smiling. “These are mine.”

“They just looked especially tasty today!” You lean forward and take a quick bite of his plum also and laugh. “Delicious…” You taunt. Bucky’s nose scrunches up as he laughs, showing his perfect white teeth. At ease, relaxed, playful Bucky. My favorite. He plants a soft, wet, plum juice kiss on your lips.

“You better start getting ready for work, Sunshine.”

Looking past Bucky you see the time on the stove.

“Shit!” You jump off the counter and dart in the bedroom, still hearing his laughter behind you.

In record breaking time, you’re hopping out of the bedroom on one foot back into the kitchen trying to get your other flat on. All aboard the hot mess express. Completely unphased, Bucky is sitting at the table top; French toast hot and ready with powdered sugar, whip cream, and freshly cut strawberries. If the whole Avenger thing doesn’t work out for him, he could always go into culinary.

Chef Bucky? Baker Bucky? Butcher Bucky? The options are endless…

Stumbling one last time, you finally make it to the bar stool which is being stabilized by Bucky’s right arm as he takes a sip from his coffee mug with the left. Even he has become accustomed to your clumsiness.

“Wow…” You say in amazement after your first bite. “Did you do something different?”

“No, same recipe as always.”

“Really? You didn’t add extra cinnamon or vanilla…?”

“Nope-“

The conversation is interrupted by a knock at the door. Looking over at the digital clock on the stove, you quickly shove a few more bites of breakfast in before giving Bucky a small kiss on his cheek.

“Love you!” You say, heading for the door.

“Love you too. Oh and y/n?”

“Yeah?” You call, stopping at the apartment door before opening it.

“I have a few missions coming up, routine stuff. When I get back would you want to go further upstate and rent a cabin? Just the two of us?”

“That sounds amazing… we can talk about it later when I’m done with work.” Smiling at the thought you open the door to find Natasha.

“Oh hey Nat! I’m just on my way out but-“

“Hey, is Bucky home?” She’s quick to cut you off, barely making any eye contact as she looks into the apartment passed you.

“Um.. yeah he’s in the-“

“Thanks. We have some… training to do.” She pushes past and walks into the apartment.

You’re left standing there, confused as Nat walks over and starts talking with Bucky in a hushed voice.

Weird.

A little bit later you’re sitting at your desk, breakfast sitting heavily in your stomach. I knew he did something different.

There’s a polite knock on the open door and you look up to see Steve standing in the doorway.

“Morning y/n.”

“Hey Steve! I’m sorry, did I forget we had an appointment today or…?”

“Oh, no.” He shakes his head and laughs lightly. “I’m here on my own free will. Mind if I come in?”

“Of course! Come on in and make yourself comfortable!”

Steve walks in and sits on the couch opposite of your desk. He’s so timid and light footed always. The complete contrast to Bucky. They’re the yin to each others yang.

“So…” Steve starts, seeming slightly nervous as his hands rub in circular motions on his jeans.

“So…” You reiterate. What is the reason he’s here?

“How are things?”

“Things are good…” You laugh nervously.

“Ok!” He says more to himself for motivation than to you.

“There are some pretty important missions coming up and I’m going to need Bucky by my side.”

You’re confused. They go on missions pretty frequently so this isn’t out of the unusual.

“Okay…?”

“Well,” he starts, sitting up further to the edge of the couch cushion. “We think Hydra is trying to make a come back, underground.”

Hydra?

“The Soviet Union is the last place I’d want to bring him but… we need him. I need him.”

“Oh.” Was all you could manage to say.

We’ve made so much progress, what if going back to its place of origin sets him back?

“It will be fine,” Steve tries to reassure. “We’ll be back before you know it. And you know I'll always have Buck’s back, no matter what.”

You ever feel like you’re being delivered bad news but it’s done in such a way that feeling upset is...wrong?

"Well..." You start, knowing what you got into when you took this position; knew what a life with Bucky meant. Danger, long periods of not seeing or being able to talk with one another. To the world he was just one person, but to you he was your world. "I guess that explains all of the extra training he's been doing with Nat." You try justifying the some-what dodgy behavior he's shown.

"Extra training?" Now Steve is the one who is confused. He is quiet for a moment as his brain attempts to process what the secrecy is about. "Well, in these situations that could never hurt." He brushes it off. "Anyway, thanks for your time, y/n. We'll be heading out soon."

"Bye, Steve..." It came out so low that you aren't even sure he heard you as he made his way out of your office.

Now you're left even more confused, with more questions and more worried about this particular mission.

The work day seemed to drag. Constantly looking at the clock thinking hours had gone by when in reality only 20 minutes had passed.

How do I go about bringing up the topic of Hydra? Would it be selfish to beg Bucky to stay behind? For yourself? For him? Will this bring him closure? Will this do more harm than good?

The questions are endless and there is no certain answer until he’s already there. Long periods of time with no contact is something you grew up with and accustomed to. But this? It could destroy everything. Bucky, your relationship, your career, even you.

Passing by the common area, you see Bucky with Natasha again.

He’s been spending a lot of time with her recently…

This time they’re accompanied by Nick Fury, Tony, and Steve. Seeing them all together makes you feel insecure all of a sudden, although it never has before. It makes you feel like an outsider, an intruder of some kind. It’s hard to feel anything but ordinary around so many people who are extraordinary.

Bucky came home late tonight, again. He's been doing it more and more. It's hard to try and enjoy what time you actually have together when in the back of your mind you're already building the wall. Emotionally distancing yourself in fear of getting hurt. Something can't hurt you if you don't care, right? Wrong. It actually makes it worse.

Already changed into comfy clothes, you're sitting curled up at the end of the couch, Alpine keeping your lap warm. The release of the additional serotonin from petting her is helping your anxiety from turning into a full blown panic attack.

"Hey, Sunshine!" Bucky calls from the hallway, the front door closing behind him rather loudly.

"Sorry I'm late, I was just tr-"

"Training with Nat. Yeah... I know." You cut him off. The words come out sour, draped in jealousy. It takes him by surprise. He stops in his tracks, a confused look on his face.

"Are you...okay?" Bucky asks, cautiously.

"Yeah...I'm great." You shift your body slightly on the couch which causes Alpine to jump off and scamper over to Bucky. He reaches down, picking her up gently and petting her with his free hand.

"Really? Doesn't sound like it. "

"I don't know, Bucky. I'm just-" You sigh in frustration, get off the couch and fold your arms across your chest- still unintentionally keeping distance. "Worried... I guess."

"About?"

Here we go with the reverse psychology. He gets short with his speech, trying to get you to open up. It's something he's all to familiar with in his experience.

"When were you going to tell me about the Hydra mission?" You ask, exasperated.

“That’s what this is about?” He answers your question with a question. Classic Bucky.

“Well…” When he puts it like that. You leave it open ended, feeling uneasy.

Bucky gently places Alpine down on the floor, taking a few short steps forward.

“You’ve always known what kind of work I was in.” His response is monotone. Why is he being like this?

“Yeah, but Buck this is different-“

“It’s not. Hydra has been the root of everything; War, killing so many innocent people, dipping their dirty hands in and getting involved with the infinity stones which lead to the blip!”

He’s enraged, and who could blame him?

“And me.” Bucky admits, looking down at the floor in shame. “I cannot truly atone myself until they’re gone- All gone and have no chance of coming back.”

“But what if making sure Hydra doesn’t resurface means… losing you?” It’s hard to keep your voice from cracking and even more difficult to focus on him through watery eyes.

“I would do it. Without thinking twice.” Again, he admits. Ouch. Keeping his posture, Bucky looks up through hooded eyes.

“Bucky… no.” Your arms grip around yourself tighter, wishing that you were holding onto him instead.

But it’s hard to move and even breathe, at the realization that he is going on this mission and there is nothing that will prevent that.

“What about… me?” You offer, feeling like a child willing to barter anything you have. It’s a last ditch effort, knowing full well it won’t change his mind but praying it will be enough for him to make it back home.

“Y/n…” Bucky’s voice now remains soft. In two strides he is now standing in front of you, hands placed delicately on your elbows- Closing the distance. “I will do everything within my super soldier serum power to get back here…to you.” He says half serious and half joking to try and lighten the mood. It doesn't work.

Your jaw clenches down as you solely focus on trying not to blink. Such a simplistic, mundane action like blinking your eyes, will be your undoing. Blinking is the only thing standing between you and a breakdown. Both are inevitable.

Making the mistake of looking up slightly, you're met with Bucky’s ice blue eyes- already searching yours. He has mastered the art of conveying his thoughts and feelings through looks, being a man of few words that he is.

What is he showing now? There, in his eyes, is sympathy- an understanding how difficult this is going to be for you. And him.

“It’s going to be okay…” he says gently.

So much for avoiding the whole blinking thing as it turns into a full on, uncontrollable sob. If Bucky hadn't already been there you would have collapsed, due to the feeling of the floor being swept out from beneath you. Here you are in this situation, yet again. Showcasing your heart as though it is breaking into pieces like glass, heavily collecting in your stomach. Piece after piece, layer on top of layer, making it impossible to breathe in fear that it would be too painful.

Not a word is spoken.

It doesn't have to be. Am I overreacting? Maybe. But you can't help feeling as though this mission is unalike from the others. This mission is going to have an impact.

Bucky's shirt is tear stained, sticking to his chest in the more dampened areas. He shifts his weight ever so lightly causing you to press into his body more, as if trying to pull apart two strong magnets. Grabbing a fistful of the fabric, you hang on for dear life. For now, it is just you and a few threads being the only thing between you.

You know when you're excited for something, like a concert or trip, so you start a countdown? Marking off the days with a bold black marker on a calendar as time seems to move at a snails pace to said event? Waiting for Bucky to go on this particular mission was the same. Except time seemed to be flying by at lightspeed and instead of enthusiasm, you felt dread.

Over the next week, kissing became a temporary lock and key. The sleepless nights were filled with intense, intimate sex. Followed by cuddles that kept your bodies so close to one another, that only being able to somehow crawl underneath his skin would suffice. Even then, that might not be enough. Not a moment went by wasted. After all, you can sleep when you're dead.

The darkness of the bedroom gradually started to lighten. Moment by moment, the twilight hue of the room became brighter; Acting as a wire cable slowly being reeled in, each second closer to him leaving and away from you.

“Y/n…” His voice startles you, although he spoke softly into your ear. The Combination of the break in silence and his warm breath meant you were about to hear the words you have feared over the last few days.

“I… have to go.”

You could tell that he waited until the very last millisecond to get out of the bed. Just a small nod of your head against the pillow is your response.

There’s a sudden chill the length of your entire body as he gets up. Something I need to get used to. His usual morning routine is eerily quiet. It feels impossible to try and peel yourself out of the comfortable, sinking imprint in the bed.

If I get up out of this bed, it’s one step closer to him leaving.

If I get up out of this bed, I don’t know if I’d be able to let him walk out the door.

If I get up out of this bed, I’ll try to be a stowaway.

If I get up out of this bed, I might resort to getting on my hands and knees, begging him not to go.

If I get up out of this bed, he won’t choose me over this mission.

If I get up out of this bed… I might lose him.

While the thoughts are irrational, you’re about to be forced to accept the fact that your heart is going to walk out the front door and may not return as the same person. Or if at all. The greatest fear for you both.

For the time spent with your mind racing with trying to find the reason he should stay, Bucky was ready. The weight of him sitting down on the bed is what brings you back to the here and now.

“I’ll make it back, Sunshine. I promise.”

“You can’t make that promise, Bucky.”

There’s no rebuttal, no usual playful banter back and forth. It’s impossible to look at him; To think that this short goodbye could be everything.

Not pushing, he gives a reassuring squeeze on your thigh.

“I love you… so much.”

He pauses waiting for your reply that doesn’t come. His head falls down in slight disappointment, feeling defeated as he goes to stand up. Without even being able to think about it, you throw the sheets off of yourself, jumping into his lap and wrapping all limbs around the trunk of his body. In return, he wraps his arms around you- keeping you as close as possible. Even if only for a moment.

To get through these times, you remember the saying: “It’s not goodbye, it’s seen you soon.” Using this mantra to tell yourself that this won’t be the last time you see Bucky. There is still so much undiscovered territory in the world that is him and yet you can’t shake the awful feeling of something being wrong.

And then it was time for him to go.

Cupping your face gently, he brings your lips to his. Bucky holds the kiss steadily, taking in the last bit of the warmth and softness he’s become accustomed to before he slips away. That’s one thing about him that you can appreciate, he never lets anything drag out for too long. Just like that, he’s gone.

All the weeks worth of worry, anxiety, and fear were front and center; Teasing to make its physical appearance. It takes every ounce of what little energy you barely even have to choke down the acidic bile climbing it’s way up your throat.

A low rumble throughout The Compound is a giveaway that their jet has taken off and on its way to the Soviet Union.

The days turn into weeks. There is limited contact as everyone has gone completely off the grid. An occasional update from FRIDAY is all the information you're given (and it's not much). The living quarters are quiet, spookily quiet. The silence is almost worse than the typical chaos surrounding this place the majority of the time.

And still, there is this uneasy feeling. Deep within the corners of your mind where you keep pushing it further and further down in hopes to ignore it completely... Which only makes it worse. Escalating all your fears to the extent of making you physically ill.

Then, on a random week day, you hear commotion. Arguing voices, multiple footsteps running through the halls.

He's home.

It takes everything in you, and some more, to show some restraint and not to run out of the apartment, rush to the main entrance and jump into Bucky's arms- A scene straight from The Notebook.

Forcing yourself to do an incredibly fast walk instead of a full on sprint, you make your way to the medical bay. It's always the first stop coming home from a mission; To take care of any injuries, even the internal ones that might have gone unnoticed.

It's busy, like bees buzzing around a hive. Bruce is triaging each individual, some with minor cuts and bruises, others with broken bones. And thankfully that's the worst, physically extent. Quickly dodging between people, standing on your tippy toes trying to look over heads, you still haven't found Bucky. Instead you're met with Sam blocking you from going any further down the hallway.

"Y/N..." He starts, his tone calm.

"Hey Sam..." You respond, barely taking notice to him as you continue to frantically look for Bucky behind him. But being pointed in the right direction wouldn't hurt. "Have you seen Bucky?" You ask, hopeful he knows the answer.

His lack of response causes you to become tense, your vision quickly changing from rapid movement among the herd of people to solely focusing on Sam. His face. It’s a look I’ve never seen before. At least, not with him.

"Sam...? Sam! Where's Bucky? Is...he okay?"

“Well technically yeah-“

“What do you mean by ‘technically’?”

Steve appeared next to Sam at some point, which wasn’t even noticed due to your tunnel vision on Sam.

“Hey y/n…” Steve says in a sort of stoic manner, having a hard time but forcing himself to look at you.

“What the fuck is going on?” Your patience is as thin as a strand of hair.

The two men exchange a worried glance between one another after Steve had a small moment to process the profanity.

“What is it?!” In any other situation, a 5’3 woman yelling up to Captain America himself might be funny. But not here. Not in this case.

They're still looking amongst one another searching for words. With an annoyed sigh, you push passed between Steve and Sam like an old western bar door with no sort of hinderance from them.

Looking in each clinical room as you lightly jog down the hallway, it's becoming harder to ignore the distressing looks on each persons face as you progress further. There is only one more place to look; the quarantine room.

Quarantine? Why is he secluded from everyone else?

Narrowing vision takes hold as your pulse starts to race faster the closer you get to the bright white room. It's clearly under intense surveillance but see through what looks like thick, clear glass. You let out a sigh of relief once Bucky comes into view. But he seems...different.

Bruce is also in the room with him, having what seemed a firm, yet concerned conversation that you cannot hear. Bucky is sitting completely upright on the exam table. While he is covered in purple bruises, some of them are already turning a dense yellow as a sign of healing. It seems as though he is barely listening to Dr. Banner, staring at the wall and straight through him. Bucky is wearing an expressionless face as he continues to not talk, his chest barely expanding as he breathes and hardly blinks.

You're taken aback; This is not the Bucky you know. Not the playful, kind and loving man that you have become accustomed to. Your jaw ever so slightly drops open at the sight and pure shock.

Without realizing, Natasha is standing at your side looking into the room as well.

"What happened out there, Natasha?" You ask softly. She takes a deep breath, her eyes not being taken off of Bucky for a millisecond.

"Hydra." She says plainly.

Turning your body to now face the Black Widow herself.

"Care to elaborate on that... I don't know, just a little?"

The sarcastic tone normally causes an overwhelming anxiety to be stored in the back compartment of your mind; Until you've had time to reflect. But when it comes to Bucky? Defense mode is instantly activated.

"They..." She sighs, still not looking away from him.

"They were somehow able to manipulate his mind. He's waiting...for orders."

Your brow furrows with worry and confusion as your eyes bounce between Bucky and Natasha.

"So... you're saying that..."

The words were impossible to form. There is no way. No way after years of working on redemption, and using every method possibly known to man to reverse anything and everything that Hydra instilled in his mind is still...there?

"I'm saying, Barnes is compromised. He has to stay in quarantine until we can be sure he's not a danger to anyone."

"That's it? That's all that you'll tell me?"

"That's all that we really know, y/n."

For the first time, Natasha looks at you with her traditional, unemotional gaze. There are many ways a person can react to such news. But this is hard, too hard, to accept.

Your blood starts boiling within your body. The heat congregates and pools in your cheeks as your hands tense into fists at your side.

"Bullshit!"

Her eyebrows raise and her eyes widen from your shout, but she doesn't move.

"Excuse me? What, you think that I am keeping something from you?" She responds, seeming the slightest bit annoyed.

"Yeah, Nat! What the actual fuck?! You two have been spending all this time together and have gotten so close and yet you know nothing about what actually happened?!"

The loudness and cracking of your voice catches the attention of some people in the hallway but they're polite enough to pretend as though they didn't. Behind your eyes starts to sting from the suppressed tears; refusing to once again blink in fear of letting them out.

Blame. Someone has to be held liable for this. And unfortunately, that's Natasha. She was the bearer of bad news and there has been this underlying, embarrassing tinge of jealousy. Although it's completely unwarranted.

"Finished?" She asks, flatly. Nat sighs as she crosses her arms as her shoulder leans against the glass, her attention solely on you.

"Are you that naive?"

Naive? The word itself feels like a slap across the face. You're left standing there, breathless for the first time in the conversation.

"I-..." You try to mumble, but it came out more like a sound than any attempt of a word.

"There's nothing going on between Barnes and I."

That's a relief and yet... kind of not really?

"You really have no idea, do you y/n?"

Nat unfolds her arms and pinches the bridge of her nose in frustration. She exhales deeply, maintaining composure as she falls back into her relaxed position against the window.

"Don't ask me why he would come to me of all people-"

You're finally getting an explanation and yet your eyes are drawn to Bucky as he sits on the exam table. His lips moving gently as he speaks with Bruce, his body stiff, his face emotionless, and his eyes seemingly....dead.

"The trip?" Natasha asks. "Upstate? Camping?"

She's spelling it out, but for some reason dot A is not connecting to dot B. Reluctantly, you look away from Bucky and back to Nat, almost becoming numb to the situation at hand. Annoyed, she blurts out;

"He was planning on proposing to you..."

Your world feels as though it is crashing down harder, faster. How is that even possible? The life that we planned, dreamed, and fought so hard for, is just gone? It's not fair. Life isn't always fair, but Bucky had his second chance. He completely turned his life around and chose you, loves you. Loved? The thought that his love for you is in the past is almost too much to bare.

Nat seemed to still be talking, but at this point it just sounds muffled; like being outside of a concert venue. Your vision wasn't focused on anything in particular, just out into the abyss of Bucky's new temporary home.

Bruce walking passed the window where you're standing brought you back to the moment. He and Bucky continued conversing as he was getting ready to exit the quarantine room when the two of you make eye contact. You felt stuck, as if your legs had been cemented to the floor.

Holding your breath, you wait to see what his reaction is. Will all his memories come flooding back? Is he that lost? Can he be pulled back from this corruption again?

Bruce opened the exam room door to leave; Bucky had a frantic look on his face although he did not get off the table.

"Banner!" He yelled out, his eyes staying locked on you.

Bucky jumps off of the exam table to be met with quick and strong Hulk hands holding him back as he struggles. Kicking, yelling, punching; it is his once abandoned darkness that is coming out.

There was no hiding the evident panic on your face. It's like a train wreck that you want nothing more than to look away from but can't.

This is too much.

Without realizing, there is a sudden warmness wrapped around your shoulder. Steve is now standing with you, watching along at your side as Bucky becomes undone.

In his swiftness to contain Bucky, Bruce had left the door open. You can hear the agony in his voice, the confusion, the rage. Looking down in defeat, Steve coaxes you to turn around.

"Let's get you upstairs, y/n." He says in a sorrowful tone.

You allow Steve to lead you, unable to form a coherent thought or even begin comprehending the situation. There are no words, no preparation in the world for something like this.

"Bruce!" Bucky yells as he continues to struggle. "Who is she?! Tell me! I know her! I KNOW HER!" His voice echoes down the hall and swarms around in your ears.

You aren't sure how you got home but honestly didn't care. The mind tends to just go through regular motions when something traumatic happens. It's your body's way of protecting itself. But laying in bed, you cannot help but fixate on the 8x10 frame with the picture of Bucky and yourself from your friend Elena's wedding from just a few months ago. Laughing happily and the camera happening to catch the moment. You're safely tucked into Bucky's arms as he smiles, looking down at you as if you were the only person in the world. In his world.

The most perfect candid...

The accurate depiction of your relationship...

The simplicity of love.

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Lips like sugar

Pairing | Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark x Sugar Baby!Fem!Reader

Word count | 2.9K

Summary | Tony has offered to pay your way through medical school if you are his date to the endless events, charity galas, and dinners he's invited to. Tonight is no different, but when everyone at the table finds out you're smarter than you may appear at first sight, Tony can't help but smile at everyone with a smug look, and he'll definitely make your evening worthwhile when you come back.

Warning(s) | Sugar relationship, use of pet names (Sugar, sweet girl), swearing, unspecified age gap | Angst: Mention of the passing of a parent, mention of anxiety | Smut: Daddy kink, oral ~ M receiving, throat fucking, cum swallowing, thigh riding, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!).

A/n | This is my first fic after being absent for a while, so I hope you will all enjoy it! It's a fun one to help me get back into the swing of things, so I hope there'll be more fics from my side from now on! I want to thank @buckys-wintersoldier for helping me with this where you could, and enjoying it while I was writing, it made me very happy to see your reactions! 🩵

A/n 2.0 | I want to give a special thank you to @ccbsrmsf1 for the ideas you gave me, as well as proofreading and drooling along with me; I cannot thank you enough for your love and support! 🩵

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You're currently getting ready for the dinner Tony is taking you to as his date, and you're pulling out all the stops to ensure you will look drop-dead gorgeous tonight.

From your black pantsuit with a white lace top to the white stiletto heels, which Tony gifted you not too long ago, to your hair and make-up, you ensure every pair of eyes will be on you. Either out of jealousy or adoration, it doesn't matter; all you want is to be shown off by Tony.

''Are you ready to-'' is all he can say as he walks into the bedroom where you're getting ready. He offered to have you get ready at his house, and you would never say no to that.

''Fuck me sideways,'' he mumbles as he takes in your form from head to toe, and you smile widely at him. You bought the outfit not long ago, and this dinner will be the perfect moment to show it off.

''I'd love to, but you never let me,'' you quip at him, and he shakes his head with a big smile.

''Don't get yourself into any trouble, Sugar, or we might not even make it to dinner with you looking like this,'' he says as he straightens the jacket draped over your shoulders.

Even with the heels, you're still not as tall as him, but you're almost at eye level, which is a welcome change for once. At least you won't have a painful neck at night's end.

''Before I forget, I have one more thing to make your outfit complete, as a thank you for joining me. I know it's not much, but nothing will come close to your beauty tonight,'' he says, which makes you blush.

He enters the closet to grab a white Gucci bag and walks over to where you're sitting on the bed, hands on your lap in anticipation. As you look at him, you're fiddling with one of the rings on your left hand, and you have a slight suspicion about what might be in there.

''Here's just a small token of my appreciation, Sugar,'' he says as he hands you the bag, which you carefully take from his hands. Not too long ago, you told him you wanted to get a particular purse from them, but you didn't expect him to gift it like that.

This may be the very nature of your relationship; you receive gifts to join him as his date, but this would just be too much. He already gifted you the Louboutins you're wearing not too long ago and paid your entire tuition for this year.

But then again, you have never been one to look a gifted horse in the mouth, so you put the bag onto the bed next to you before getting the box containing the gift out of it.

''Go on, open it!'' he urges you on as he slides his hands into his pockets, looking at you in anticipation as he leans against the doorframe.

''I- I'm not sure I can accept this, Tony; you've already given me so much, and I am extremely grateful, but after everything you've already done, there's no need to buy more expensive gifts,'' you say, your voice tapering off towards the end of the sentence.

''Alright, listen to me, Sugar,'' he says as he walks over to you and crouches in front of you so you have to look at him.

''I am gifting you this because I want you to have something special, something you have been dreaming of for a long time. I know I don't have to gift you expensive things, but I do it because I want to spoil my sweet girl, alright?'' he tells you, his large hands resting on your knees.

''Okay,'' you say softly, and he gives you a small kiss on your forehead as he stands up. You close your eyes as he turns around, and a warm feeling settles in your stomach. You can never get enough of him, in whichever way that may be.

You open the box, and inside lay an off-white dustbag with the Gucci logo. You carefully slip it off the bag he bought you. Inside is the Dionysus Python shoulder bag, or the bag you've dreamt of for the longest time.

''Please tell me this isn't some joke?'' you ask Tony, your voice breaking near the end of the sentence. You have dreamt of this bag with your Mom before she passed away, and it feels unreal to have it in your hands. However, you can't show it off to her anymore.

''It's not a joke, Sugar, it is all yours. I know you have dreamt of this bag for the longest time with her, and even though she might not be around to see it, I know she would want you to have it,'' he tells you.

He took his place on your left, and you looked at him with tears in your eyes.

''One day I'll own that bag, Mom, and we will both use the crap out of it, so it'll be worth the price!'' you told her a few years ago, and you both laughed about it then. But now, you'd give anything to hear her laugh one more time.

Your eyes fluttered close as a single tear escaped the corner of your eye, and in an instant, you felt Tony's thumb wiping it with the softest of touches, something you've rarely felt before.

It's not something Tony's ever felt before, either. He has felt your soft, warm skin against his many times by now, but this seems more intimate than all those moments combined. What he feels could even be considered to be love, though he's not sure he's ready to give in to that feeling yet.

You open your eyes to look at Tony, and he gives you a reassuring smile before his hand finds its place on your cheek, pulling you closer to him. You place your hand over the arc reactor in the middle of his chest, your long, black nails matching his suit perfectly.

He places a soft, tender kiss on your lips, pouring every ounce of love into it. Your eyes are shut again, and feeling his plump, pink lips on yours has your mind reeling. You already know you can't get through this evening without telling him how you feel.

The kiss isn't rushed or heated, but it's perfect.

When he pulls away, your eyes shoot open to look into his deep, dark brown ones, and a small smile appears on your lips. It is official: you have fallen head over heels in love with this man in front of you.

Your plan to impress everyone at the dinner has worked because every man can't stop looking out of pure lust, and every woman is watching you with nothing but envy. And Tony? He is, of course, proud as a peacock to have you by his side.

''Here you go, Sugar,'' Tony says as he pulls back your chair, and you take your place as he scoots it in for you. After he's taken his place next to yours, you look over the menu before you, noting everything that'll be served tonight.

''So, you and Stark, huh?'' an older woman across from you asks. You have never seen her before, but based on how she phrased the question, you know you won't like what she has to say.

''Yes, I'm here with Tony tonight,'' you tell her, and you give her a polite smile before turning your head back to him to see what he's talking about.

''Aren't you a little too... young... to be here with him?'' she then asks, and with a small sigh, you turn your head back to her, and you try to tell her in the nicest way possible that she can fuck off to where she came from.

''Ma'am, Tony has asked me to join him this evening because we support each other unconditionally. Tonight is an important evening for him, and I plan to support him in every way possible, and all I can hope is that you and everyone else at this table do the same,'' you tell her.

You didn't notice Tony turning his head because he heard his name twice in less than a minute, but as soon as he listened to what was going on, he couldn't stop the smug smile from appearing.

''Let it go, Sugar, she's just jealous,'' he whispers in your ear, and you nod in response. The next thirty minutes go on without a hitch, though you constantly feel her watching your every move.

''Ma'am, is there something I have done to offend you in any way? Because I am just trying to enjoy a nice dinner and some conversation, but your gaze makes me very uncomfortable,'' you say, most definitely getting annoyed now.

''Okay, let's step outside for a minute, Sugar,'' Tony tells you in a stern yet calm tone, and you do as he says, the woman still following your every move as Tony puts his hand on your lower back.

''I can't fucking believe people sometimes,'' you say as you light the cigarette, you fished out of your purse. You don't smoke often, but when your anxiety gets especially bad, it is a way for you to calm yourself down.

''It's okay, Sugar, she's just jealous of you. She's jealous that I have my sweet girl by my side on a night like this, and honestly, I can't blame her,'' he tells you, but you shake your head in response.

''It's not that, Tony, she's not jealous; she's judging me. She's judging me because of the way I look and the fact that I am here by your side while everyone knows you're single, and fucking everything that moves doesn't help. She is not stupid, but I'm sure she thinks I am,'' you say with defeat.

''I don't fuck-'' he mumbles, but you hold up a finger because you're not done talking yet.

''What do you think, shall I put her in her place when I return? Make it clear once and for all that I'm here because I want to be and not because you paid me to be?'' you say, a twinkle in your eyes.

''Sugar-'' is all he can say because you finish the last cigarette before putting it in the designated ashtray outside, and you walk back in, ready to set the record straight once and for all.

''Listen to me. Tony may have given me a gift for coming here with him tonight, but I would have been here with him without it, too. I know you think I'm some ''gold digger'' or something like that, but I'm not,'' you say as you lean closer to the woman, ensuring she hears every last word.

''Yes, I am fucking him because he will pay my tuition for med school if I do, but I'll be damned if I get judged around here for doing that. At least I am learning to become a surgeon and do something useful with my life. And if I choose to fuck the man I am in love with, in return for a degree, that is my business, and most definitely not yours!'' you tell her, leaving everyone at the dinner table stunned.

You turn around on your heel before walking out of the venue, ready to leave and go home. You're sick of people judging your every move, and it feels good that you took the chance to set the record straight once and for all.

''Fuck, you looked so hot when you defended yourself, Sugar. Can't believe I'm about to rail a badass like yourself in a few minutes,'' Tony says as he frantically tears off his clothes, and you're doing the same with your own.

''It felt so good! I can't believe I've never done it before, but I am glad I did it now,'' you tell him, the adrenaline still pumping through your veins.

''Get on the bed, and I'll make you feel something you've never felt before,'' you tell him, and he quickly obeys you. If there's ever a moment he doesn't want to get in your way, it's now, and he would be stupid to go against your orders.

As soon as he found his place on the bed, you spread his thighs so you could fit between them, his long, veiny cock laying rock hard and throbbing against his stomach.

''Look at you, Daddy, already so hard for me,'' you say as you wrap your hand loosely around his base, and your tongue gives tiny kitten licks onto his tip.

He throbs in anticipation as he hears you call him Daddy because he definitely enjoys it. You don't wait long before you take him into your mouth, though, making him groan deeply from pure pleasure.

''Doin' so well for me, Sugar,'' he tells you as his hands thread into your hair, pulling slightly as he starts thrusting into your mouth and throat, hitting your gag reflex each time.

The fact that you're gagging and drooling all over his cock and balls only turns him on more, so he plants his feet firmly onto the mattress before fucking your throat in earnest, and it doesn't take long for him to cum in your mouth, forcing you to swallow every last drop.

''Fuck, look at you, Sugar, such a good girl for Daddy,'' he says as he pulls you up carefully, kissing you roughly once you're straddling his lap. He can still taste himself on your tongue, making him go crazy.

You two stay like that for a little while, having a rough make-out session that slowly turns into slower, softer kisses where you each take your time exploring each other's mouths and enjoy each other's touches all over your bodies.

Tonight is the first time it has felt this intimate, despite you two having fucked each other's brains out countless times. But then again, there is a big difference between that and making love.

Tonight will be the first time you will make love to one another; you don't know it yet.

Tony has moved to sit up against the headboard, and his now hard cock is trapped between your bodies as you grind on his thigh, your orgasm creeping closer by the second.

His hands are splayed on your ass, helping you move over his thigh, your head laying on his shoulder as soft whimpers and moans leave your throat.

''I-I'm close, Daddy!'' you bring out as he flexes his thigh, giving you exactly what you need to get closer to the edge. It's still not enough to push you over, though, and you're getting desperate at this point.

''Daddy, please! Want your fingers...'' you say as you lift your head, brows knitted together as you keep grinding on him, getting more and more desperate for your release.

''Alright, Sugar, because you're asking so nicely,'' he says as his fingers trail over your inner thigh to where you need him most. His thumb comes into contact with your clit, and he makes small, tight circles, which hurdles you over that sweet edge with a loud moan of his name.

''Can't wait to fill you up, Sugar,'' he says as you reposition yourself over him, his tip getting caught on your entrance as he swipes through your folds, ready to feel you stretch around him.

''Daddy!'' you moan as you first sink onto him, the stretch being something you'll never want to get used to. It feels so good, and it has you throwing your head back from pure pleasure.

Once he's buried to the hilt, you stay there for a few minutes as you adjust, and it's at that moment that Tony can't keep his thoughts to himself anymore.

''Sugar, can you look at me for a second?'' he says, his hands finding their place on your face as yours rest on his chest, each on one side of his arc reactor.

''I've been thinking about this for a while, and I want you to know that I have fallen for you, Sugar. I have fallen deeply in love with you, and there's no chance I'm ever letting you go after this,'' he tells you as he looks into your eyes.

''I will most definitely still spoil you the way I did before, but I don't want you to be my sugar baby anymore. Because that doesn't even come close to describing what you are. You're amazing, smart, sweet, caring, and most of all, you're a good girl, my girl,'' he says, and the way he tells you that has your heart bursting from pure love.

''I- I'm in love with you too, Tony,'' you say before leaning forward, and you give him a soft kiss on his nose. ''I love your slightly crooked nose, deep brown eyes, every inch of your body, heart, and soul... I'm trying to say that I love you, Tony.''

He captures your lips in a passionate, slow kiss that you can't help but smile into. Your dream of finally becoming his has come true, and you couldn't be happier.

''Does that- Are you my... my boyfriend?'' you ask, still unsure.

''Only if you want me to be, Sugar, but only until I ask you to marry me, and after, I promise to be the best husband I can ever be for the rest of our lives,'' he tells you, and he seals the promise with a kiss.

The rest of the night, you two make love to each other while never losing eye contact or letting go of each other's hands.

Tony may not be used to loving someone as deeply as he loves you, but you will be there every step of the way to show him how loved he is and how much you love him.

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brnesblogposts · 13 days

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what i’ve been reading !!!!!!

MINORS DNI.

* indicates smut! you are responsible for your media consumption !!

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bucky

unclear - @inkedbybarnes

what if i am too much? * - @notafunkiller

friend of a friend * - @angelkhi

period comfort fic - @mrsbuckybarnes1917

drunk beefy bucky -@infictionalwonderland

drunk reader/protective bucky - @buckyalpine

drunk bucky being cute n shit - @fandoms-writings

easy - @jadedvibes

a strangers wounds - @blushstories

his innocent little girl* -@buckys-wintersoldier

you taste like suburbia * - @bucksangel

tender care * - @little-miss-dilf-lover

alpine - @queers-gambit

the other guy - @seventven

well and perfect - @inkedbybarnes

sebastian

stuck with you - @sebstanaddict

series

through the years - @imtryingbuck

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posting this because i’m inactive right now since im visiting family and celebrating my birthday and also reading books from my tbr but i swear ill be back soon! it’s just hard when the fixation dies down

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #writerblr #bucky barnes x you #marvel #avengers x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fluff #avengers #bucky barnes x female reader #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan characters #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan fluff

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espinosaurusrexex · 6 months

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Refuge - a small town crime/love story

BuckyBarnes/WinterSoldier x Detective!Female!Reader

summary: You had a track record of cracking tough cases, but this one proved to be your breaking point. The Winter Soldier was out there, thirsting for blood, operating in total anonymity, and leaving a trail of bodies in the cold Colorado snow. Then, just as a snowstorm was about to paralyse the town, Bucky Barnes appeared on your doorstep – lost, sweet, and in dire need of help. It all seems too good to be true, but what happens when his secrets come to haunt him and Bucky’s blurred past reveals a predicament neither of you saw coming?

a/n: yeah I've been a sad bitch these days...

word count: 7k

warnings: mentions of blood, violence, killing and dying (as well as vague descriptions), probable misuse of police ranks (I don’t know how it works), little use of “Y/N” (like two times), language, a lot of angst and fluff, soft!Bucky, a hint of touch starved!Bucky, no happy ending, smut (unprotected p in v, soft!smut) !MINORS DNI!

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ✧*･ﾟ

I recommend playing the songs linked in the text - I listened to them a lot while writing 🧡

Long streaks of crimson soaked the innocent snow beneath your feet.

Whatever happened, it had done so quick. The streaks turned into clumsy blotches and soon there would be evidence of a tired body dragging itself through the inches of snow in vain.

It was too late. You were too late yet again.

Sam threw his hat in the snow with a frustrated groan, his fist clenching so tight you actually heard it pop.

“He’s doing it again,” the officer pressed past his stiff lip, “he’s messing with us.”

“Maybe this time he’s actually gotten sloppy.” Your eyes trained on the dark red contrasting the white.

Something was different about this one. But The Winter Soldier never left his victims capable of running away more than 10ft - it wasn’t his style. So why did this one make it past the tree line?

“Don’t try to sweet talk it, Y/L/N, he knows that we’re on his tracks. And he’s doing this to prevent us from finding him out once and for all.”

Sam’s pessimism could really annoy you sometimes, but it did help solve most of your cases in the past - it turned out that considering the worst-case scenario almost always brought you to the truth. Nevertheless, there was still something off. And you were determined to find out what it was this time.

You turned around and made your way back to the car where blue and red lights silently snook through the woods before you finally turned them off.

“I’m tired of this shit. What are we going to tell Sheriff Rogers? I’m pretty sure he’s about to kick us off the case anyway.” Sam gruffly entered the passenger seat with a frown. He was pissed, and you couldn’t blame him.

“We’re not telling him anything.”

“And how would that work?”

“Just let me talk.” The tires screeched on the tar before you sped out of the woods.

❁ ❁ ❁

Cold. So, so fucking cold.

Bucky’s teeth were cluttering. He didn't know where he was. Nor did he know how he had gotten there. There was barely anything he remembered, really. The past two hours were how far his memory reached and after that? Everything blank. Not blank entirely though. There was fear and darkness but no images, no faces, just unease.

He stumbled past the trees and over roots hiding beneath the thick layer of snow that had accumulated even in the forest. His surroundings looked familiar, but he didn’t know why. His feet, however, seemed to guide him exactly where he needed to be. He didn’t think, just let them be. His hands were aching from the cold, he couldn’t feel them anymore, and his lungs hurt with every icy cold breath. Dusk was already breaking past the horizon, and when the darkness would take over completely, Bucky would be done for.

After another ten or twenty minutes - he really couldn’t tell - Bucky could make out a house sitting at the edge of the woods. There was smoke coming out of the chimney and rising past the threes. The sight alone warmed him a little bit, but his legs were quick to remind him how frozen he really was. He stumbled the distance until he landed on the doorstep.

This was a really bad idea. But then again: he was going to die out here.

His knuckles jammed against the wooden door, and it made pain shoot up his entire arm. But his left one was hurting even more. His whole body was - well... the parts he could still feel.

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You opened the door, but nothing could have prepared you for what you found. There was a man kneeling on your doorstep. His fingertips peeking out of cut cloves trembling from the cold, his lips broken with blood by the harsh winter wind now nipping on your bare toes as well. The warm light from inside your house illuminated his face and what you saw could have only been described as distress. Eyes laced with fear and helplessness, the man looked up at you. There were snowflakes clinging to his lashes, face pale and lifeless.

“Please,” was the only thing he whispered, but his voice was weak and it made your heart plummet.

“What... what happened?” You stood frozen at the door, bewilderment seeping through your body.

“I-“ But his teeth were cluttering so much you could barely make out his words. You looked past him into the woods and then down the lonely street leading to your house. Nobody there. Another look to the little table by the door, where your gun was hidden. He seemed to be unarmed, too weak to fight, anyways.

God, you hated how your instincts made you check through the whole situation, making the poor man die in the cold outside. But when you were done, and your eyes swayed back to his frame, you exhaled slowly and opened the door a little wider.

“Come in.”

“Th- Thank you- u.” He dragged his tired body over the threshold and crawled to the fireplace crackling in the living room.

You just stood still, closing the door after swiping the woods and the road one more time, and watched him tremble by the fire. After a while - he had stopped shaking - you approached him and he looked at you like a deer in headlights. When he noticed you weren’t doing anything but standing there, he faced the fire again and - that’s when you saw it: dark red staining the back of his head and sticking to his shoulder-long hair. It was hard to make out in the dim light, but he had definitely gotten a good hit.

“Sir, you need a doctor.” Your hand reached for the phone but he was quick to stop it. His ice-cold touch made you shiver.

“No, no doctor.” His eyes looked at you intently, switching left and right. “Please... I just need to warm up. And then I’ll be out of your hair. I’ll leave and you never have to see me again.”

You were staring again. Shocked, confused? Something like that. This man wouldn’t be leaving soon, there was a blizzard already hitting the state lines, and it would be here by midnight.

“Please... no doctor.” His voice was only a whisper now but it pushed through to you more than before.

“...no doctor.” He nodded slowly, relaxing a bit. “But... you are bleeding.”

“I’m okay.” He wasn’t. This man was anything but. Though, somehow, he had this weird aura about him that made you want to stay close to him. You weren’t scared or creeped out - you were... intrigued.

Your head dipped to the side. “Who are you?”

He hesitated. “Bucky.”

“What’s your last name?”

“I... I don’t know.” He looked defeated - stressed - but you deserved answers.

“What happened?”

“I-” he looked up again, pain evident in his stare before he closed his eyes. “…don’t know.”

A nod of your head in understanding. He must be tired, exhausted. You’d leave it for now.

“Would you at least let me clean your wounds?” If they were really as bad as they looked you wanted to get him to a hospital before the blizzard hit. Bucky nodded hesitantly but he didn’t move when you inched closer to take a look at his head.

The wounds weren’t that bad. All the blood in his hair made it look a lot worse, but he still needed stitches. He sat quietly as you carefully threaded the needle through his scalp. It wasn’t perfect but it would do.

Bucky didn’t make a sound, not even when you accidentally slipped and poked him, he was quiet.

“You can take a shower if you like - get all that blood off and warm up completely,” you finally whispered when you cut the last thread. All the other cuts on his face merely needed cleaning and the bruises were already forming, so there was really nothing you could do.

“It’s okay. I won’t be staying any longer.”

But when he moved to get up, it was your turn to stop him. “Do you have somewhere else to go?”

“I’ll manage.”

“You’ll die. Blizzard’s already hit north.”

“I couldn’t stay.”

“You can.” Your hand sank when you noticed he wasn’t making a run for it. “At least until the storm passes.” He just nodded again but a hint of relief flushed through his orbs.

“Clean up, change. I have some clothes that will fit you. The bathroom is the first door on the left.”

Bucky followed your orders and disappeared into the bathroom without another word. You headed to your dresser to get the sweatpants and Hoodie Steve had always stored in there. He wouldn’t miss them, he didn’t stay the night anymore. But now it would serve another purpose.

You made your way back to the bathroom and gave Bucky the clothes, though the door wasn’t closed all the way and you could see the sliver of skin peeking through the crack. His back was littered with red streaks, most likely whip marks, and his left shoulder was scattered in bumpy scarring. He had a metal arm and that was about all you could see before willing your eyes away.

Your gaze wandered to his jacket hanging over the chair and your fingers itched to know more. He was a stranger in your house, after all. A stranger you had chosen to trust, though. But your hands were searching through the pockets before that thought was finished. They were all empty. No wallet, nothing. All you found was a black mask and several compartments for weapons - all empty as well, though.

You exhaled. Who are you, Bucky?

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Bucky let the hot water run down his body. He looked at his left arm, the water hitting with drumming sounds and then repelling from its surface. Despite his lack of memory, he didn’t think it strange that an entire limb of his was missing, well kind of. It was okay - as if he had already coped with it somewhere in the past. The scars didn’t scare him either, or the red lines on his back. They were just there - accepted or not - unbothered.

He closed his eyes and let the water fall on his face. Flashes of a fight lighting before his eyes. Torn between intrigue and horror, it was as if he had opened them.

Please! I’m begging you, please! God, please!

He was back. And the shampoo washed from his face in white bubbles. It smelled good. Like you.

Bucky spent another minute under the water before stepping out and looking into the mirror again. What was he even doing? Dragging an innocent woman into this mess - whatever it was.

His hand ran down his face and the towel hung low on his hips when he reached for the clothes you gave him. They were soft and fit him perfectly.

It wasn’t long until he stepped out into your warm living room again. There was a pillow and blanket on the sofa now, and it looked more inviting than Bucky had seen in a while - at least it felt that way. He didn’t say much when he sat down carefully, feeling the soft comforter under his skin, and watched as you handed him a glass of water.

“I’m right down the hall if you need anything.”

He just nodded.

“Will you be okay?”

He nodded again. But Bucky didn’t know if he was going to be okay. He was confused and scared and surprised you offered him shelter even though you knew nothing but his name. What a kind woman you were.

You smiled sadly as you shut off the light, leaving Bucky to sink his head into the fluffy pillow. The flickers of flames in the fireplace danced on his skin when he closed his eyes, falling into a well-needed and dreamless slumber.

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He woke to the sound of dishes clinking the next morning, stretching and catching a new fire with his eyes before he peeked over the backrest of your sofa to your kitchen. He was more rested than he’d felt in a long time. And he didn’t know if it was the sheer exhaustion that had him fall asleep so quickly yesterday, or if, maybe, it had been the faint smell of lavender your sheets hosted. Either way, he smiled when he got up, and it felt a little strange to do so.

“Good morning, Bucky.” You beamed over the stove where some eggs were sizzling, making his stomach grumble.

“Good morning,...” He still didn’t know your name. But it was strange to ask now that he had already slept in your home.

You chuckled as your name passed your lips and Bucky’s lips lifted into another small smile.

You ate in silence then. There wasn’t much Bucky had to say and you didn’t seem to be chatty. Bucky didn’t mind. This, your house, had a certain serenity to it. The faint crackling of the fireplace, the homey smell of breakfast in the air, and the rioting storm pouring in soft flakes around it. It felt peaceful and calm and safe - even if he didn’t know who you were... even if he didn’t know who he was.

The day went by peacefully. At one point, Bucky explored your house. It wasn’t big, but full of memories, he could tell. There were pictures everywhere - some of people, some of places. Souvenirs, crafted things. Smiling faces stared at him as he carefully inspected the mantel pieces and something akin to sadness pulled on his heart. Bucky wished he had memories - ones like you did. Ones with happy people and gifted bookmarks. He was sure he did... somewhere. He was someone, right? He just didn't know how to pull that someone back.

It was strange because he had memories. Faint ones. Some that didn’t feel right. His childhood was completely blocked out. He had tried to remember, and things came back to him in tiny pieces. This night he remembered his last name. Barnes. But then his mind associated it with strange callings of his name - urgent, demanding, unfriendly. It didn’t feel nice - none of his memories did.

His finger drove over the small picture of a dog and then he smiled.

❁ ❁ ❁

You sensed Bucky standing at the door as your head hung low above the desk scattered with pictures and leads. You didn’t bother hiding it from him though. Your house was small - it was almost impossible to hide things properly, especially if the days you spent snowed in kept being as quiet and boring as this one. Bucky was curious. He didn’t show it much but you notice the way his eyes scanned the room, how his brows twitched upon your frame above the files. He would catch a glimpse sooner or later.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” Bucky wrung his hands. “Am I interrupting?”

He watched as you shook your head, tracing the rim of your empty beer bottle. Careful steps approached you and then he stood behind you, a tense breath resealing when he most certainly took read through the reports. Except, he didn’t. When you turned, you watched him scan the decor on the walls.

And he didn’t stop until you called his name.

“Yes?” His eyes were piercing even in the dim lamplight - they were pretty.

“Is there something you need?”

He looked a little started at your question, his hands still kneading beneath him. It was hard to believe someone as tall and built as him could be shy - but here he was.

“I just wanted to... uh...” He avoided your eyes. “I remembered my last name.”

You smiled, a small jump in your heartbeat sneaking past you. “Oh, that’s great.”

“Yeah.”

“So what is it?”

“What?”

“Your name.”

“Oh, Barnes, Bucky Barnes.” He smiled. “And I also wanted to thank you... for being so kind.” He got shy again.

But you stood and smoothed your hands over his shoulder, feeling him relax a little. “I’m just glad you are okay.”

“Still, it’s not a given and I won’t take it for granted. So, thank you.”

There was a short silence in which he just looked at you and you wondered what else there was to discover about this extraordinary man before you. You could tell there was so much history and depth behind the ocean blue orbs focusing on you, so much more not even Bucky Barnes could access yet, and that made it all the more intriguing.

Bucky shifted again, and then suddenly yet carefully, leaned in to encase you in an awkward hug. It warmed your heart from the inside out, but It didn’t last long before you could feel the tension return to his back.

He pulled back, disturbed. “Everything okay?”

“I’m fine.” His eyes were everywhere but on you. “I’ll let you work.” And then he stumbled past you and out the door as you stood and watched him leave, turning back to your desk to see the array of crime-scene photographs littered on its surface.

❁ ❁ ❁

The hallway was spinning when Bucky made his way back to the living room.

A heavy body fell to the snow, hands shielding features, scrambling backward on the harsh white ground.

“Please! I’m begging you, please! God, please!”

Bucky’s metal hand collided with a face, releasing a loud cracking sound. There was so much blood. So much fucking blood.

The room seemed to cave in. His chest rapidly rising and falling, Bucky made his way to the kitchen where he fell through the backdoor into feet of snow. The cool on his face calmed him down immediately, hitting him like the memory of it had done. He stayed there for a while, just enjoying the silence of the storm and letting the weather tie him to the ground.

That’s what he needed. A reminder, something to ground him, tell him how vulnerable he was, that there was still something human left in him.

His jaw clenched when he scrambled up again, skin burning from the ice piercing through the air. He was okay, he told himself, he was fine.

He shook his head and made his way to the little hut in the backyard, where he took your axe and began chopping firewood. A little distraction would do him good.

❁ ❁ ❁

After a simple dinner, you retreated to the sofa. Bucky hadn’t talked to you a lot and he felt a little bad you were stuck with him for another day due to the storm. But you never lost a word about it. In fact, you acted so naturally about it, as if he were a frequent visitor in your cozy retreat, one he had grown to associate with comfort and warmth in the short time being.

“What’s your favorite movie?” You crossed your legs next to him.

“I don’t know.” Bucky didn’t even remember watching movies ever. And it made him sad.

“Favorite genre?” You tried again. But Bucky just shrugged with a tight-lipped smile.

“I like rom-coms.” You smiled and Bucky noticed yet again how easy it was to spend time with you.

The TV began to play a generic song, but Bucky was too occupied looking at you. He couldn’t remember but he felt as though he had not experienced this sort of kindness in a long time, and it warmed his heart. But in the back of his mind, there was always that feeling of betrayal lurking in the dark. Because he began to remember things - things that lay not too far in the past and that were horrible, unspeakable really.

He had not pieced them together just yet. Just snippets of memories, pieces of conversations rushing through his mind when he was triggered. And it scared him a little bit. But he didn’t want to lay his burden on you.

“You’re not even paying attention.”

“Sorry.”

“Are you tired? We can stop the movie if you-“

Bucky shook his head. “No.” He smiled, not wanting you to leave yet.

“Okay.” You whispered before turning to the TV with a smile. As did Bucky.

❁ ❁ ❁

Bucky woke with an unusual amount of peace. He felt warm and comfortable - well-rested too. The fire was lazily puffing in the chimney and the TV was off. But there was something, or rather someone else he noticed. He looked down, his eyes landing on your frame, tightly tugged to his body. You weren’t cold, even though the room had cooled significantly since last night, and your face looked so peaceful - unbothered. The sight did weird things to his heart. But his response to it was to sling his arms around you tighter, and for the first time in a while, Bucky felt as though he was protecting something rather than threatening it.

A smile snuck on his lips unawares. You stirred, but neither of you loosened their grip.

“Good morning.” Your head disappeared into his chest again.

“Mornin’” he could feel your frown through his shirt.

For some reason, it just felt natural to stay like this. Neither Bucky nor you moved for a while. You just lay there - not talking, not sleeping - enjoying the calm morning, even though Bucky could see the snowflakes rioting outside the living room window.

His hand dragged up and down your back and you sighed.

“What are you doing today?”

You pulled back a little, watching him, contemplating something - he could see it.

“I...” You trailed off, but Bucky stayed silent.

“You know what?” His eyebrows raised as you scrambled off the sofa and extended your hand toward him. “Come with me.”

And he did. You lead him to your office and Bucky was reluctant at first. The last time he was here he had a panic attack. But your hand was still in his, and it calmed him.

“I’ve been working on a case for some time now... but I’m stuck.” You moved to the desk and Bucky followed. “There’s been a murderer tormenting the town for weeks, driving the whole department crazy. I’ve been looking at these files for days. Maybe a fresh set of eyes can help.”

“You... you want me to help you?” This was new.

“Bucky,” your hand landed on his arm and his eyes were glued to the interaction, “we’re stuck in here for at least another day. Why not be productive? And who knows? Maybe you’re able to help me solve this case.” You smiled.

But he was still hesitant.

“That guy killed my partner’s sister. Anyone that can help us even in the slightest is welcome”

He gulped. “Okay, alright...”

You sat down at the desk, spreading out pictures, handing him files, and explaining what you had gathered so far. Bucky listened attentively. And even though he was a little scared to look at the pictures again, he warmed up to the process you guided him through. Everything was labeled and put to memos.

The process and the document brought him a weirdly familiar feeling but Bucky shoved it off to the side - after a while, even enjoying the puzzle you laid before him.

“This one is unusual... why did this victim get so far?” He mumbled.

“Maybe he’s messing with us...”

“Or he was interrupted,” he stated plainly as he grabbed another picture.

You were silent then, and Bucky looked up at you to find you smiling across the files littered on the floor. “You must have some sort of experience, those are some good observations.”

Bucky shrugged. Whoever he had been in the past was yet to be revealed to him, but he did admit that tactical thinking came easy to him.

“Also this,” he pointed at the latest crime scene photo, “these tracks are inconsistent. Normally, he attacks from the left. But here it’s all over the place. Something must have happened to make him stop and change tactics.”

“Something like...?”

“Maybe he got a hit himself. You said the forensic scientist approximated quick deaths. The Winter soldier always kills precisely.”

You nodded. “One hit and they're done for.”

“That takes a high amount of skill. There are not a lot of things that can interrupt these tactics. Except, if he wasn’t capable anymore.”

“There were no indications of the victims defending themselves. They never had a chance.”

“Were there no indications or was it just not tested anymore?”

“The blood.” Bucky watched as you sprung up. “There was too much blood. Some of it must be his!”

Attagirl. Bucky couldn’t help it, a proud smile painted his features. He watched as you pressed the telephone to your ear, a faint beeping caught by his ears, and then you frowned.

“The lines are dead,” you sighed.

“What are we gonna do now?”

“We have to wait out the storm... There’s no way we’re getting anywhere out there.”

His eyes swayed to the window, where a wall of white soft snow fell unrelenting. He nodded.

❁ ❁ ❁

You were on the sofa again, there was nothing to do. The fire was crackling, and you sat next to Bucky with a cup of tea in hand.

The case didn’t stop swarming your mind though. You finally had a new lead, a small hint that could lead to a suspect and you had no way of contacting Sam or the Sheriff’s department. There was likely nobody working, anyway. Maybe Steve, he was crazy like that - he’d gone out in unholy weather when you had a fight once, just to give you space.

Your eyes wandered around the room as your mind went through the case files again, and then, when they landed on Bucky again, a little shiver ran over your skin.

“Bucky?”

“Hm?”

“Have you... Do you think it’s possible you were the thing interrupting the Winter Soldier?”

He looked at you blankly.

“You were pretty banged up when you found me.” You didn’t try to insinuate anything, you were just a little worried... and curious.

“There were no other tracks in the snow, though.” His shoulders slumped.

“Oh, I don’t know. I just want to-“

His hand found your knee. “I understand.”

And your eyes locked. “Do you not want to know what happened to you?”

“I’ll remember it eventually,” he smiled reluctantly, “right now, I’m actually glad not having to worry about it too much.”

“Why’s that?”

“I don't know... I just prefer your company instead.”

You nodded and bit your lip to stop your smile from spreading. “I’m glad I’m not alone here, too.”

Bucky looked down, hiding his smile in vain.

❁ ❁ ❁

Icy wind whipped around Bucky when he noticed the man lying in the snow in front of him. He was begging, crying, screaming words he couldn’t make out in the storming winds.

And that’s when Bucky realized he was bleeding. Not Bucky, no, the man. He was lying in a pool of his own blood, drawing a growing circle in the snow - growing darker with every drop seeping deeper into the thick white.

So much blood.

Bucky was confused, and worried, and scared. He didn’t know how he had gotten here, and when he moved to help the man, he scrambled away towards the treeline.

Bucky didn’t follow him. The look of utter fear had shaken him to the bone. What had the man been so scared of? Bucky looked down his body, past the heavy vest to a sleek silver knife wedged between gloved fingers.

He stumbled backward. Almost losing his balance as he sped in the other direction. Away from the man, the blood, the sheer horror of the scene in front of him. What had he done? What was going on?

“You need to wake up!” Bucky’s shoulder shook with your touch.

Suddenly he shot up, shrugging you off until you landed on your butt next to the sofa.

He was sweating, heaving, eyes searching the room until he realized that there was no danger and gore around anymore. Just your cozy living room and you. You.

“You’re okay, Bucky. It was just a bad dream.” Your hands were on him again, his covering yours.

“I’m okay,” he reiterated.

“We’re safe here.” You weren’t. Because Bucky was the Winter Soldier.

The realization hit him like a truck, his hands immediately retracting from your skin. His heart began to pick up its pace again. The memories flooding his brain overwhelmed him to the point of dizziness. But he couldn’t be close to you. Not after he had done the unspeakable. Not after he had killed your partner’s sister. This had become too personal.

“I need to leave.” He stood up too quickly, swaying dangerously before scrambling past you.

“You can’t leave yet. It’s horrible outside.” You reached out to him again.

But he shook you off again. “I can’t stay either.”

“Why? What’s the problem?”

Bucky halted, his shoulders sagging. There was no point in keeping it from you. You would find out anyway. And he would leave either way. It was just fair, you deserved the truth, to know you had sheltered an assassin for days.

He turned to you with afflicted eyes. “It’s me,” he whispered shamefully, feeling his eyes fill with tears.

You didn’t ask - just looked at him and swallowed hard. It was crazy how well you had gotten to know each other in the three days you were snowed in. But what was even more unfathomable to Bucky was that you understood. That you knew and didn’t flinch, or scream, or threaten him.

“I... the... my weapons, they’re buried in the woods. It was me, I did it. They made me do it. They–“ A sob broke through his speech.

You stood up to touch him but Bucky stepped back with the shake of his head.

“They can control me,” he uttered and the statement heard out loud made him shiver all over.

You reached out a third time and this time, Bucky didn’t move. He let it happen when your hands encased his cheeks and your lips laid a soft kiss on his jaw. “It’s fine.” Another kiss. “You’re fine.”

“I’m a monster.”

You shook your head with a teary smile.

“They’ll kill me when they find out.” There was no panic in his tone, he had already accepted his fate. The hard part was saying goodbye to you.

“I won't let that happen.” Your forehead pressed to his.

“Why?”

“Because you’re not him anymore. You’re Bucky Barnes.”

Bucky’s heart picked up its pace. Somehow, hearing his name from your lips meant so much more than anything else ever could. And with a taste of hope on his tongue, his hands grabbed your face and pressed your lips to his eagerly.

❁ ❁ ❁

You stumbled back but Bucky held you firmly in his grasp. He sighed into the kiss when you began to move your lips in sync with his, a lonely tear rolling over his cheek and stopping at your thumb.

He was warm and soft, rough around the edges but so sweet. His chapped lips left your mouth; his arms wandered around your body as he held you tightly, face disappearing in the crook of your neck.

Bucky was so full of affection, and passion, you could feel it in every touch he gifted you. You didn’t know how long he had gone without a kind word, without a reassuring smile, but you knew that you would give it all to him in this moment.

“Come here.” His puppy eyes squeezed between your hands, he let you guide his face back to yours where you stole another deep kiss from him.

But you wanted more. Needed to feel him all over - wanted to step into his skin if you could, just to be closer to him.

You guided him back to the sofa until he fell backward with you pressed against his chest. There was not an inch of space between your bodies as your legs tangled slowly. Bucky groaned when his hand tangled in your hair, a soft nudge pushing you to the side until he was almost hovering over you.

“You’re cold,” he stated upon feeling over your goosebumps. And then he, somehow elegantly, rolled the both of you off the sofa and to the carpet in front of the fire.

Your skin was burning deliciously when he removed your shirt carefully, a cool metal hand soothing over the side facing the fire. His hard bulge nudged against your core when his mouth placed soft kisses over your clavicle. Little did he know you weren’t shivering from the temperature in the room, but you wouldn’t protest.

Your heartbeat quickened with every piece of clothing left discarded around you. Bucky was all over you. Lips, hands, legs - a wild entanglement of limbs surrounded every content moan he gifted you and you loved it.

Soft warm kisses placed a firm trail down his body as you worked your way to the hemline of his boxers. You removed them with ease, his hands not once leaving your body no matter how grand your movements. He seemed assured when he could feel you beneath his fingertips.

“Will you stay?” You kissed his hip, hooded eyes looking at him through lashes.

“Anything for you.” His breath was shaky. You moved to kiss his tip, but as soon as your lips touched his red flesh, “But-“ he pulled you up again. “I need you closer.” He smiled.

“Okay.” And then your lips were back on his. His fingers danced around your body until they pulled your underwear off as well.

You parted just to watch as your warm hands guided his tip along your slick folds, his cock witching when he touched your wetness, another shaky exhale escaping his chest.

His eyes held yours when you lowered yourself until he was fully sheathed by you, a heavenly feeling consuming you with the delicious stretch he gave you.

You moaned in unison when you rolled your hips for the first time. Then another, and another. Until you found a comfortable rhythm that had Bucky bury his strong fingers in your hips, guiding you to meet every thrust of his own.

Your name rolled over his tongue as his eyes closed and it never sounded as good as this. He stuttered when you squeezed his cock with your walls, chasing your own high as Bucky fought to hold on.

There was so little talking in this passionate moment but so much felt said at the same time. Every touch of Bucky’s held stories in its wake, every kiss of his lips whispered soft promises to your body. You never wanted to let go again.

Your hand guided his eyes to yours when you felt your insides squeeze unrelenting. Moans being swallowed by another heated kiss, you rode each other through ecstasy. The overwhelming heat of his body and the fire seemed to swallow you whole when your sticky body collided with his only to have Bucky sling his arms around you again.

He kissed your head, whispering sweet nothing to your ear before the aftershocks of pleasure fully subsided.

❁ ❁ ❁

Harsh knocks on the front door ripped you from your desk. You stumbled down the hallway as you tried to get to the intruder faster.

“Y/L/N open the damn door!” You stopped. It was Sam. What was Sam doing here? The storm had begun to soften, but it was still not totally safe out.

A look to your left showed Bucky standing in the living room looking at you with unease written all over him. He scrambled to the wall on the floor when your hand moved to the doorknob. Sam didn’t know. Nobody knew that there had been a man hiding in your house for three days and it would stay that way... for now.

“What are you doing here?”

“Hello to you, too.” Sam tried to step forward but you blocked his way. He frowned. “The lines went dead and I needed to show you this.”

Sam pulled a crumbled piece of paper from his jacket pocket, the silver star shining in the white landscape around him. It had stopped snowing this morning, and his truck was probably the only one making it through the streets.

Suddenly, Bucky’s face stared back at you between creased paper. He was wearing an army uniform, a proud smile decorating his features as he held his hat in his hands. “What’s that?” You swallowed hard.

“It’s him.” Sam showed the picture further. “His blood sample DNA is all over the victim.”

“The blood,” you whispered upon stealing a glance at your living room. “What... what are you gonna do?”

“That motherfucker killed my sister. And I am not going to rest until I’ve ended his life just as he did Sarah’s.” Sam tried to hide the raspiness in his voice at his sister’s name, but he failed.

You couldn’t blame him. Sarah had been a wonderful person. Her death had come unexpectedly for everyone. Nobody could fathom that anybody wished her harm.

I have his last known location. So are you coming or not?”

“It’s dangerous. The roads are closed off.”

“I don’t care.” You snuck another look to Bucky who was just blankly staring ahead now. He looked tense - frightened.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Sam-”

“Don’t even try. This is ending, now.” He stepped back. “So are you coming?” His eyes were piercing. “...or not?”

You nodded with tight lips, gifting one last reassuring smile to Bucky as you reached around the door to grab your jacket and gun. Sam was already starting the car.

“I’ll be back as soon as possible,” you whispered only to watch Bucky’s chest heave with panic. “I’m so sorry. I won’t let him hurt you.”

The car honked before you could hear Bucky’s answer, shoulders jerking as your head pulled from behind the door.

“I’m coming!”

❁ ❁ ❁

“I’m gonna find him, and I’m gonna kill him.” Sam was gripping the steering wheel so tight, you thought it would break. “I’m gonna shoot him in the head, and I’ll watch him die just like he did–“

“Wilson.”

His head snapped to you with fiery eyes. But you were just as upset. The thought of Bucky being killed made you want to throw up. You obviously wouldn’t let that happen. Killing Bucky would do nothing when the actual bad guys were still out there, possibly manipulating a dozen other people into doing their dirty work. Bucky had told you the details he remembered, and it was enough to know that none of it was his fault - and most importantly - that there was a much bigger fish to catch.

Sam clenched his jaw before looking back to the road. The mist had cleared slightly now.

“I don’t think killing the Winter Soldier will solve the problem.” You instantly regretted saying that, because Sam slammed the brakes, making the truck slide on the icy road until it came to a stop. He was looking at you again.

“He killed Sarah. He’s a criminal. A ruthless, cold-hearted serial killer.” There was so much betrayal in his eyes but he averted them again. “Even if I did not have personal reasons... he belongs behind bars at least. But the world would be so much better off if he was just gone.”

“Stop.”

“What?”

“You don’t understand.”

“Oh, really? Then please enlighten me. Because I would really like to know what made you change your morals.”

“You know, you’re not the only one that found out some things while snowed in,” you snapped and watched your partner look down contritely.

“It’s not just him. And it’s not him we need to stop.” You were careful about your next words - you needed to say them but you had no idea how to explain them. “There’s a whole criminal organization behind- ...behind the Winter Soldier program.”

“How?” His teeth were grinding. “How do you know?”

“I can’t tell you that” yet, you added in thought. Though you weren’t sure Sam would ever understand why you sheltered his sister's murderer in your home.

The car fell silent for a moment. But you swore you could hear Sam’s mind working overtime to decide how he would go about this. And then, finally, after what felt like an eternity, he reached for the ignition.

“You’re lucky I trust you,” He muttered before starting the car again, shoulders still tense, and an ever-growing frown on his face.

❁ ❁ ❁

It had taken a good portion of your energy to explain the situation to Sam without revealing your secret. It was hard and tiring, but you had planned a new strategy to approach the case with your partner. And now, several coffees and hours later, when the sun had already set beyond the woods behind your house, you found yourself on your doorstep with a smile. Because you knew that all of it would be forgotten as soon as you had Bucky back in your arms.

“Bucky, I’m home!” You called out before the door fell shut behind you. But there was something different about the place.

Your eyes scanned the living room - no fire, lights out, and Bucky’s makeshift Bed was neatly stacked by the end of the Sofa.

You smiled, still, he had probably finally decided to accept your offer to sleep in your bed.

“Bucky?” You pushed past the bedroom door just to find the room empty as well.

You frowned. You could have sworn he’d be lying there, waiting for you. But the domestic haze your fantasy cooked up in the few days of isolation the storm had brought you seemed to have clouded your brain.

You tried the hut in the yard last - without luck. But it wasn’t until you came back into your house, sitting on the neatly made sofa that hosted a journey of emotions through the past days that the revelation hit you like a truck.

A tear rolled down your cheek as your hands folded in your lap.

Bucky had come into your life like tragedy - sudden and with the force of an avalanche. He had brought you joy, and confusion, and pleasure, and warmth. Bucky had packed a lifetime of experiences and emotions in the span of three days, and then - just like he had appeared - and much like your initial excitement about coming back to him, he had vanished without a trace.

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