#you can’t tell me that bucky wouldn’t have been mad that steve left

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

FINDING YOU Chapter 12

Summary: You're in a relationship with Steve Rogers, but his best friend just always seems to be around!

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: smut ... eventually, I promise

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 12

Bucky spent another week in the hospital but it didn’t take long before the nurses were refusing to enter his room. The surgeons were skittish when they came to deliver the news of his progress. The only people he was civil with were you and Steve, but barely.

"Bucky, your dressing is stained. Why wasn't it changed this morning?"

Bucky shrugged. “They don’t really come in here much.”

“Why?”

Bucky held up his arm. “They probably know who I am.”

“What? Why should that matter?”

You were outraged, how dare the staff not treat Bucky because of his past. “I’m going to go and sort this out.” You started walking towards the door.

“Ace!” Bucky called after you to stop. “Wait! Don’t do that.”

“Why? This isn’t acceptable.”

“It’s not their fault. I didn’t want them to do it.”

“What do you mean, Buck? Why not?”

“It doesn't matter, it will heal,” he answered dismally.

“It will scar!”

“I have plenty already, another one doesn't make much difference.”

“Bucky, you have to take care of yourself! What’s going on?”

“They keep wanting to do tests and they won’t say why. You said you’d be here.”

“Oh Buck.” Your heart clenched at what he was telling you. Surgeons had never been very communicative when it came to explaining medical procedures, their usual attitude was very commanding. Naturally Bucky wouldn’t have responded very well to this, he must be scared of being used by another organization in the same way he was used by HYDRA, and to some extent even the US Army. “I’m sorry. Why didn’t you tell me when I called you?”

“You were busy.”

“And yet you’re mad at me because I didn’t come to see you.”

He didn’t answer, but he didn’t deny your observation.

“I’m sorry. I left the kids for five days after the explosion. There’s a lot going on with them. I’ve been at the Academy all day and half the night for the last few days. I feel like I haven’t slept in years. Sorry.”

“You should sit.”

“No, someone needs to change this dressing. And did they empty your chest drain today?”

“I assume that’s the big ass tube sticking out of my chest?”

“Yeah, this container on the floor here. Did someone empty that today?”

“I don’t think so.”

“It means that it needs to be taken out,” you sighed. “Fucking surgeons!”

“Hey, it’s ok, calm down.”

You hated how emotionally out of control you felt in that moment, the exhaustion was starting to take its toll. Bucky had known you long enough that he could tell what you were feeling.

“Are you patronizing me?” you asked with a trembling lip.

“I would never!” Bucky couldn’t quite hide his smile.

“Jerk!” you gave him a watery chuckle. “Bucky, I-”

“It’s alright.”

“I wanted to be here.” Who’s guilt were you trying to assuage?

“I know.”

“I’m going to get someone to-”

“Do you have to? Why can’t you do it?”

“Buck, I’m not your doctor.”

“I know, but you know how. And I trust you.”

“Because Buck, I’m too tired to be doing any kind of medical procedure. How about I get them, but I’ll be right here and talk you through it? How’s that?”

“Fine.”

“Once we get that out, hopefully we can get you out of this dump. And by dump, I mean it’s actually an incredible facility.”

You were able to get the attention of a resident and nurse who were able and brave enough to enter Bucky’s room. You explained to Bucky that his chest drain was inserted because he had a punctured lung which had collapsed. In order to relieve the pressure and reinflate the lung, he needed the drain. Now that there was no fluid draining, it was ready to be removed. It was a relatively simple act of pulling out the tube and throwing in a stitch to close the incision made to insert the tube. You wrapped your fingers around his as they started, he squeezed your hand slightly as they physically removed the tube and pushed his skin back together.

“There you go,” the resident said, patching a dressing over the fresh wound. “You might have a small scar, but nothing quite as gnarly as those.” He motioned to the scars surrounding Bucky’s vibranium arm.

Bucky scowled, his fist clenched. He looked ready to punch the junior resident.

“Thank you doctor. Why don’t you go and start arranging Sergeant Barnes discharge papers?”

“Oh, I don’t think he is ready-” the resident started, before you interrupted him.

“Could you speak with your attending please? I’m sure that they would very much appreciate the bed space.” The resident stared at you blankly. “Go, now, please?”

“Thank you!" you called after him as he left.

"I think you scared him," Bucky grinned at you. 

"I shouldn't have done that," you sighed heavily, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Your eyelids were feeling more and more heavy.

Bucky shuffled over on the bed to make some space for you to sit more comfortably.

"Ace, you look exhausted. I know I was a bit of an idiot about you not coming to visit but you should probably go home and sleep."

"Is that your way of saying I look like crap?"

"I think you always look beautiful."

You blushed, not quite knowing how to respond. Kiss him, your brain screamed at you. Why couldn't your brain carry out one simple executive function? Instead you decided to change the subject 

"Bucky, we have to talk about how you go home."

"What's the problem?"

"You don't even have a bed in your apartment!"

"I'll just sleep on the floor. It will be fine!"

"With a broken leg?"

"I've had worse injuries and survived just fine."

"Buck, that's not funny."

"Hey, I fell out of a train and into a frozen ravine. Only lost one limb."

"Well I'd rather you didn't lose another."

"Don't worry about me."

"Of course I worry about you. Especially when you go and do dumb things like letting a building fall on you!"

"Hey, come on. Sit down for a minute. Stop trying to look after everyone."

He was the only person who called you out for helping others. He was the only one who got you to slow down, to take time to take care of yourself. He took care of you. And you loved him for it. You loved him.

Bucky patted the bed. "Sit!"

Instead of perching on the side, you kicked off your shoes and squeezed yourself in beside him, shoulder to shoulder. You heaved a sigh of relief, the weight of your own body had more of a burden than you thought. 

"Better?" he asked. He was always so gentle with you.

"It's always better when I'm with you, Buck."

You laid your head on his shoulder, eyelids feeling heavy. The pillow was surprisingly comfortable, as was Bucky's shoulder. It would be alright if you rested with him for a few moments before you headed home. 

However, the draw of slumber was too much for you. You'd spent many a night in a hospital bed in the past but never had you felt so comfortable in the company of another person in such close proximity. It wasn't long before your head was buried in the crook of Bucky's neck with you snoring softly, lost to Morpheus's beckoning. Even the knock on the door wasn't enough to free you from his clutches.

"Hey Buck. I know it's late but-" Steve stopped short as he noticed your presence and Bucky's shushing gestures.

He chuckled softly at Bucky's gestures.

"She's been burning the candle at both ends."

"Yeah," Bucky sighed. He had started to feel guilty about his surly behavior. 

"Want me to take her home?"

"I guess she'll be more comfortable there." It was a disappointing conclusion. 

As if to voice your objection, you rolled over, still fast asleep, wrapping your arm around Bucky's and nestled your face further into his shoulder.

"Looks like she disagrees," Steve smiled at you fondly. 

"Do you mind pulling up the rail? Just in case."

Steve obliged with Bucky's request. He also grabbed an extra blanket from the shelf and covered you with it, taking special care to cover your feet. 

"She gets cold," Steve explained. "Take care of her."

Bucky was taken aback by the tenderness in Steve's voice.

"Hey pal?"

"Yeah Buck?"

Bucky wondered if Steve still loved you. In fact he feared it. What if he was hurting his best friend? He was so close to a happiness he hadn't felt in years, so close that he was afraid of breathing and blowing it all away. But he owed it to Steve to ask.

"Are you alright?" 

"Yeah. I'm sure the two of you will be happy together. I couldn't ask for anything more." He smiled sadly at his friend. "Just don’t blow it like I did."

“Steve…”

“You deserve to be happy, Bucky. You both do.”

“Thank you.” 

“You should get some sleep too. Night.”

Steve left you fast asleep by Bucky’s side. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Bucky allowed himself a moment to relax, to savor what he had rather than mourning what he had lost. He relished the way your hand was wrapped around his bicep, how you held him close to your chest. Even though Steve had all but confirmed that you reciprocate his feelings, he knew better than to rejoice until he heard it straight from the horse’s mouth. But he allowed himself the hope.

For the briefest of moments his impatience had him considering shaking you awake but dare he ask such a direct question? No. Instead he reclined the bed slowly in an attempt to sleep. The motion made you stir, but instead of waking, Bucky felt you move your arm so that it was wrapped around his torso. He closed his eyes and let the darkness surround him.

You woke in the early hours of the morning, having slept for almost twelve hours. When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was Bucky's bearded face. It was a breathtaking sight. As you gathered your senses, you realized, not only were you an inch from his face, but you were staring. And was your arm really where you thought it was? It was so intimate for someone who you'd never discussed intimacy with.

As gently as you could, you took your arm off his chest, fingers lingering for the briefest of moments over the dressing where his chest drain had been removed. You checked his face to look for signs of waking before you sat up. You turned away to try and untangle yourself from the blanket that was stuck between your legs and the bed rail when you felt a warm hand around your forearm.

“Bucky!” you whispered with surprise and a hint of panic. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

“Don't go.”

His voice was low, so low that you weren’t quite sure you heard him.

“What?”

“Don't go.” He repeated.

“Bucky, I-”

“Stay.”

He tugged on your arm and you conceded, resting back on your elbow.

“I want you to stay.”

“I’m here, Buck.”

He took your free hand and guided it to his chest, coming to rest over his heart. “Here,” he whispered, not once taking his eyes off you.

The way his eyes shone in the darkness drew you closer to him and you leaned over him. It was now or never. You moved down towards him, your lips brushed over his, noses rubbing together, you heard Bucky’s breath hitch slightly. For a second you thought about pulling back, but his hands were around your waist, holding you close and he raised his head keeping your lips pressed together.

It wasn’t like any other first kiss you’d ever had. The longing you felt from Bucky was unlike anything you’d experienced and you didn’t want it to end.

The scientists who had administered the supersoldier serum to Bucky in 1943 had been extremely talented. The rate at which he was healing was downright miraculous. The surgeons removed the Ilizarov frame from his broken leg and the only thing that kept Bucky from jumping off the bed was your hands on his chest. These frames were often in place for 6 months, he had only had it on for 6 days but his x-rays were showing solid callus formation on the healing bone.

“We suggest you avoid weight bearing for at least another week.” The surgeon had advised Bucky’s scowling face. “But there is no reason you need to remain in the hospital any longer.”

He reluctantly took the crutches handed to him but used them under your watchful supervision. Steve was ready to drive Bucky home and he dropped both of you off at his apartment.

“Thanks Ace. I got this from here,” Bucky said, his hand on the door knob.

“Oh.” You felt confused. “Buck, is this because of the file thing?” you asked sorrowfully.

“No.” He propped his crutch up against the wall and cupped your face in his hand. “It’s not. I… it’s stupid. I know you’ve already been inside. It’s just not very … well furnished.”

“I remember. So don’t be mad, but-”

“What did you do?”

“You don’t have anywhere to sleep. It’s not good for your leg. So I asked Steve and Sam to bring my couch here for you. It’s a pull out, so you can sleep on it. I hope that’s ok?”

“I guess it'll be better than the floor.” He conceded. He turned back to the door and opened it, nodding at you to follow.

The boys had done well, having expanded the couch and made up a bed in the living room in front of the TV.

“I would have bought you a bed, but well…”

“That’s a bit presumptuous, don’t you think, Ace?” He had a hint of a smirk and the tiniest flutter of a wink.

Was he flirting with you?

You blushed under the intensity of his gaze. You felt a surge of blood course through your body, a rush of fluid between your legs. It wasn’t that you hadn’t considered it before, it was that you’d never considered it was possible. Now here you were, alone with him and you felt afraid. Not afraid of him, but of the world it would open, the vulnerability and the potential of pain that came with it.

“Ace?”

“Yeah?” His voice snapped you out of your train of thought.

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah. Why don’t you go sit down. I’m going to see what food you have so we can have some lunch.”

“I’m not sure you’re going to find much in there, other than takeout menus.”

You sighed and shook your head, peering into the empty fridge. “Right, takeout it is!"

"Ace, you know you don't have to do all this."

"Seriously, Buck?" 

"Yeah." He looked a little taken aback by your incredulity.

"This is coming from the guy who sulked because I didn't visit him for two days!"

"I wasn't sulking." Sullenness written all over his face.

"Yeah, just like you're not sulking now," you teased.

His lower lip protruded slightly as you teased him. You took the menus and sat down on the arm of the couch right next to Bucky. You twisted your legs over so your feet rested on the other side of his lap.

"It's a good thing you look cute when you pout like that. I don't know how any of the nurses managed to control themselves."

It took a moment for him to process your words and it was satisfying watching his features light up.

"You think I'm cute?"

"It's a strong possibility." You tried your hardest to convey an air of nonchalance.

Without warning Bucky wrapped his hand around your ankles and gave them a good tug, sending you flying off the arm of the couch straight into his lap with a loud squeal.

"Careful, flattery will get you everywhere with me."

"Bucky, what the hell! Your leg!" You tried to scramble out of his lap, worried about your weight on his broken limb.

You didn't get far, Bucky was holding you far too close for you to escape. "Hey, stop, it's okay."

When you succumbed to his embrace you realized just how close you were. Your breath was faster than it should have been and it wasn't because of the struggle. The thumping of your heart in your chest was palpable and you knew Bucky could hear it too. There was something inside your chest that seemed to want to get out, an urge deep inside you which you'd felt ever since you'd found him lying lifeless under the building. Tentatively, you reached up, fingertips grazing the rough stubble sprouting across his beautifully sculpted jawline.

"I don't want to hurt you," you whispered.

He reached up, tucking the stray strands of your hair behind your ear. "I know you wouldn't hurt me, Ace."

You'd been treating him like he was made of glass, that he would break at the slightest touch, but the Bucky you'd come to know, the Bucky you'd come to love, he was anything but fragile. Your Bucky was strong, he was resilient, he was loyal and most importantly he was yours.

"How can you be so sure?" you asked, not taking your eyes off his soft gaze.

He was barely an inch from your face, you could feel his breath against your lips and it was intoxicating. It would be so easy to fall onto his lips but something in his eyes stopped you. It felt like he was gazing so deep into your soul that you had no secrets left to keep from him. The icy fire in his winter blue eyes seemed to burn brighter than anything you'd ever seen, filled with so much passion and desire that you felt yourself clench with anticipation.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" 

"What?"

"Use your abilities, check for yourself."

You felt slightly disappointed, he wasn't after something more intimate. He let you climb off his lap and you felt a cold shiver where his warm arms had enveloped you. Crawling to the end of the couch, you came to rest in a kneel at his feet.

"Go on, Ace," he smirked.

Was he flirting again?

Slowly you put your hands on his leg, fingertips at first, reaching out with your senses. It was almost like you could feel the vibrations coming from the molecules and atoms which gave Bucky his very essence. And if you closed your eyes and felt deeper, it was as though the electrons buzzed happily at you. You wondered if this is what it had been like to fall into the quantum realm.

Instead of vibing with the electrons, you pulled yourself back, giving you a bigger picture of what was happening inside him. Your palms now rested against his shin and fingers now wrapped around his muscular calf as you explored the sinew and bone beneath his flesh. Your senses crept between the muscle fibers and down to his bone. You could feel the cracks that had already started to heal, the calluses that had formed holding the pieces together with surprising strength.

You smiled, looking up at Bucky with excitement about his speed of healing, but you were shocked to see him leaning back against the sofa, eyes closed, mouth parted slightly and his hands pressed against the cushioned mattress.

You took your hands off his flesh like you'd been burned. "What happened? What's wrong?" you asked, panicking. 

Bucky opened his eyes to look at you. "Nothing’s wrong, Ace. You gotta chill." He held out his hand and beckoned you to come closer.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No."

"It felt… warm." He paused, trying to find the right words for the sensation he had experienced. "It's like… when the doctors inject stuff into you, and you can feel it rushing through your veins."

The comparison made your heart sink, that your powers reminded him of how he was treated by HYDRA. Bucky noticed the change in your features immediately. 

"It wasn't always a bad thing, you know. Usually it came with the welcome relief of sleep. The bad things all went away. When I felt that I knew it came with some peace." He reassured you with a squeeze or his hand. "You can keep going, you know."

"You like it?" you asked with a slight waver in your voice.

"Sweetheart, I love it."

The twinkle in his eyes and the half smirk he offered you made you blush profusely and sent a rush of arousal through you. The way he called you sweetheart made you dizzy with delight and he knew it. Bucky had always been able to read you like a book, your highs and your lows and now you would start a new chapter together. 

You'd crept closer to him, hands on each of his thighs, pushing down with your fingertips, your powers weaving down through each layer of skin, muscle and bone. Slowly you moved your hands up towards his body, watching his face intently. He never took his eyes off you as you edged closer and closer, hand slipping under the material of the shorts he had on. You were mere inches away when his eyes finally fluttered slightly, giving in to the pleasure he felt. The pleasure you gave him. The thought thrilled you.

He moaned, putting his hands on yours to stop your ascent. "Maybe we should take our time? I-"

"Of course, Buck." You smiled. The last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable and ruin things by getting carried away.

"I think you should finishing making sure that I'm fit for duty. Complete physical examination. Isn't that right?"

"Are you telling the doctor how to do her job?"

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"I might need to get a little closer, we need to start from the top."

Obligingly Bucky dropped his legs so you could straddle them, letting you perch on his thighs. Your core ached for attention but you needed to show restraint having agreed to take things at his pace. Instead you put your hands on his face, palms cupping the sides, as your thumbs caressed his cheekbones.

"I think you should come even closer." His tongue flitted out over his lips, before he raked his teeth over them.

"Yeah?" you asked.

Bucky’s hands left your hips and moved up to the back of your neck, pulling you forwards into a kiss. The moment his lips met yours, your mind was reeling. You had a vague idea from Steve that Bucky had very much been a charmer but you hadn't thought about it much further, but now you knew with certainty that he had the skills to back his bravado. There was a suaveness to the way he slipped his tongue into your mouth. It made you wonder what other wonders it could manage and that thought made you moan.

Bucky broke the kiss. "You like that?"

You felt giddy and oh so aroused. Eager to regain that feeling you lent back towards him but he held you back, hands on your shoulders.

"What do you say about moving on a little?"

You nodded.

"What else were they worried about in the hospital?"

"There were a few lacerations on your arm," you said, taking his right hand between both yours.

You worked your way up to his shoulder, both of you reveling in the way it made you feel. Your fingers danced over his right clavicle, then over to his left, eyes never straying from each other. You edged closer to his left side and for a moment you considered moving down his torso, but the vibranium was a part of him and you wanted him to know you accepted that part of him, loved that part of him equally. As you reached out to the cool metal, everything changed. You are in awe of the complexity of the mechanics that made the prosthetic work. There was a beauty in the way the gears moved, simultaneously, in conjunction with each other to initiate the smallest of movements. You smiled, fascinated by the novel technology.

"You seem to be enjoying that," Bucky brought your attention back to him.

"Can you feel this?" you asked.

He shook his head.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. But maybe we can focus on something else now?" He cocked his head to one side.

"Right away, Sergeant." You placed both palms on his chest. "I think we can progress better without the shirt, what do you think?"

"I hope you aren't taking advantage of me" He pulled off his fitted black t-shirt.

"I wouldn't dream of it, Buck," you said as you raked your eyes over his well defined abs.

"Come now, let's not get distracted."

You brought your eyes back to his, face flushed with embarrassment.

"Sorry."

"Not to worry, it happens to the best of us. Now, tell me what's going on here," he held your hands against his chest.

The synchronicity of his healing ribs expanding as he took a breath and inflated his lungs was exquisite. You checked in, making sure that the sensations weren't too overwhelming. 

"Lungs seem to be in order," you declared.

"What else?"

You didn't need powers to feel how hard his heart was beating in his chest. "May I?"

He nodded.

You needed to be careful, the smallest of nudges could lead to an arrhythmia or a stunned pericardium. Bucky mistook your caution as hesitation. 

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Have to be careful, don't want to create any new problems."

"I trust you." His eyes told you he spoke the truth.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes, reaching into his chest. You could feel the way his heart contracted and relaxed, like clockwork, bounded yet infinite, leaping from beat to beat. It reminded you of a repeating musical frequency, the same notes repeating and rejoining in a Fibonacci sequence. You had never felt so close to another human being as you did in that moment and the beauty brought tears to your eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's perfect."

Bucky chuckled, wiping away the tear that slipped down your cheek. "I think you're stealing my lines! Can't have you using my best material."

"How do you propose to stop me?"

"That one's easy." He looked at you mischievously before he slipped his hands behind your thighs and pulled you right up against his chest.

You barely had time to gasp before his lips were back on yours. Hungrier than before, craving the intimacy he had finally had the permission to have. As your tongues danced together, you could feel his arousal pressed against yours. The thin material of your leggings and his shorts didn't leave much to the imagination. Reflexively you pushed your hips forwards against his, eliciting the most carnal moan you'd heard.

His hands had been stroking your back over the baggy shirt but they were seeking the feel of your flesh. Bucky tugged at the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your torso. You raised your arms, breaking the kiss briefly to allow him to pull the shirt over your head, knocking your glasses askew in the process.

"Sorry," he straightened them before pulling you back into the kiss.

Your hands explored each other's bodies, getting to know each other in a new way. Bucky flicked off the clasps of your bra with so much ease that you wondered if you had even fastened it correctly that morning. He took care to be gentle as he slipped off the straps, over your shoulders, around your elbows and off your wrists. He tossed the undergarment over the back of the couch.

"Don't think we'll need that anymore."

You laughed and your unclad breasts danced as your chest moved. Bucky's eyes were transfixed. The undivided attention was making you feel self conscious and you crossed your arms in an attempt to feel less exposed.

"You don't have to hide from me, Ace." He tucked away the hair which covered your face, making sure he could see your eyes. 

Slowly you lower your arms, letting him take his fill of you, just as he had let you see his.

"May I?" He requested permission to touch you. 

"Please."

His eagerness was seductive. As was the way he pinched and rubbed your hardened nipples. Your underwear was already soaked and it was sure to extend through your leggings if he kept this up. 

"Hey, Ace?"

"Hmmm, Buck?"

"I think the ladies might be feeling a bit left out. You think I can give them a bit more attention?"

"What kind of attention?"

He licked his lips in the most seductive manner.

"By all means,” you swallowed hard. “I'm sure they would be thrilled."

It only felt like seconds before his mouth was latched on your nipple, nibbling, sucking until you were writhing in his lap. Letting go only when he was afraid he might accidentally fall from the edge as you bucked against his hips.

"Bucky, please." 

"Please, what?”

“Don’t be like that.”

Bucky laughed in a low and lascivious way. This time when he kissed you, there was no holding back. He swept his hands under your thighs, hooking them in and pulling you as close as he could. You held his face, pushing your hands through his hair and cupping the nape of his neck.

Without warning you felt Bucky lean forwards, still holding you tightly to him, his erection pushing hard against you. He rocked up onto his knees and lowered you down onto the bed. Only when you're flat on your back that he loosened his grip on your legs and immediately slipped his fingers into the hem of your leggings, trying to tug them down. You could see his mental struggle between gaining access to your core and having to take the pressure off his own. At this point, desperation had you fumbling with his shorts and neither of you seemed to be getting anywhere. 

"Buck, just… stop for… a second," you panted between his open mouthed kisses.

Bucky froze in surprise.

"Just take them off… quickly!" your voice was pressured.

Bucky snorted at your urgency, feeling slightly relieved that you didn't want to stop completely. He pushed down his shorts and boxers while you did the same with your clothing. As you tossed aside the offending items your eyes went back to him, lingering on the sizable swelling he was sporting. His eyes met yours in apprehension.

"Well? What are we waiting for?" you demanded.

He couldn't stop smiling as he put his mouth back on yours. His body weight pressed down on you, his erection rubbed against your lips. Without you realizing Bucky slipped his hand down and you gasped when cold metal pressed down on your clit. 

He gave you a few gentle strokes before plunging his fingers between your folds, collecting the slickness that had accumulated between your legs. You held your breath as you watched him smear it across his throbbing length, mixing it with the precum that was already flowing from his tip. His right hand remained firmly pressed against yours, his thick fingers interlaced between your dainty digits.

Bucky gave himself a few rough strokes before looking for your entrance. He pushed your legs apart with his knees and lined himself up. Bucky looked at you for permission before slipping between your folds, teasing you with his tip.

“Fuck Bucky, just get in me!”

He grinned and it made you feel delirious. You felt dizzy as he stretched you inch by inch, every movement elicited an exquisite wave of pleasure as he filled you completely. Bucky leaned forwards, letting go of your hand and supporting himself with his elbows just above your shoulders. He lay still for a moment while he waited for you to adjust. Your eyes met and he rubbed his nose against yours.

"You good?" he breathed.

"Great!"

He didn't need further encouragement, he pulled out slowly and thrusted back into you with a bit more speed and force than before. You moaned, yearning for more. Your hands found the small of his back, fingers digging into his skin desperately trying to bring him closer.

Bucky pushed his knees out, spreading your legs further and you hooked your knees over his thighs, using them as an anchor to thrust back. Your hands found purchase on his ass, as you tried to get him to move faster. The only thing that interrupted the sounds of his skin slapping against yours was the insatiable moans from your mouths.

The bucking of his hips had gotten more and more erratic and you knew he was close. You had a fleeting thought that he may finish before you, but Bucky seemed to know just what to do. He twisted his hips and you cried out ecstatically as he found that special place that would have you unraveling in mere moments. 

"Buck," you muttered his name breathlessly between moans. "Faster, I'm-"

He can only growl in response, holding you closer, tighter, fucking you harder and harder until you saw stars. Your orgasm coursed through your body, it spread through you like lightning, permeating every fiber of your being.

Your walls fluttered around him pushing him to the brink of ecstasy. His thrusts became more and more erratic as you tightened around him. 

"Bucky!" you gasped.

The sound of his name from your lips in euphoria was what made him pulse inside you. Arching his back, Bucky spilled his hot milky load into you. He panted heavily, mouth still on yours as he recovered his composure.

He rolled over to his side, pulling on your leg so you rolled with him, remaining inside you. Your head rested on his arm and he ran his vibranium fingers through your hair. You caressed his chin lovingly. Everything in that moment felt perfect.

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Strawberry Kisses and Candy Wine - CEO!Steve Rogers

Chapter 4 So Close But Yet So Far

Character: CEO!Steve Rogers x Baker!Female Reader

Theme: Fluff

Words Count: 1163

Summary: It seems like Steve and (Y/N) share the same feelings. But when they want to see each other, something always stops them. When will both of them meet again?

A/N: If there are any grammar mistakes, please pardon me because English is not my first language.

But I hope, readers will enjoy this new update.

Likes, Reblogs, and feedback are much appreciated. 

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Steve P.O.V

It’s been a month since Steve saw you. He went abroad for a while to meet with new potential company partners. 

But something unexpected happened; the rival company stole Steve's team proposal plan. The reason why the proposal leaked was his new secretary Peter. 

The night before the meeting, he met his old friend at the bar. It seems like his alcohol tolerance was pretty low and ended up with him spilling everything about the proposal. His old friend worked with the rival company and stole the plan. 

Because they lost their chance to expand the business, Steve won’t stop scolding his new secretary Peter, “Even though he is your old friend, you shouldn’t tell him even just a tiny bit about the company's new proposal.”

Everyone outside the office could hear their boss scolding. They looked at Bucky for help to stop Steve and help Peter. 

Bucky received the help signal and went to Steve's office.

Knock, Knock!

Bucky's presence made Steve stop talking, but he still looked mad. He gave Peter a consoling look and gave a sign to him to leave the room. 

Peter bowed his head to Steve and left the room. Bucky told Steve, “You have to be chill, Steve; besides, we have discussed this with our investor and board member. They trust Steve's capability. 

Bucky tried to lift the mood by giving Steve something “Look what I’ve got.” He handed his best friend a cake box from his wife, Natasha. 

It got Steve's attention and made his face look bright. Because the cake box came from your bakery, looking at it made him sigh deeply. 

If these things happened months ago, he wouldn’t mind staying at the office to develop a new plan since he is a workaholic. But everything is changed since he met you. Steve looked up at the window, wondering what you were doing. 

Meanwhile, at Dear Cake

Reader P.O.V

Inside the cafe, everything looks like usual, customers enjoying their food and drink while Toby works at the cashier. 

And at the bakery kitchen, Natasha is sitting behind one of the counters, watching you humming a song while making a new batch of cake.

“So, do you want to tell me who the person that made you keep singing (Y/N)?”

Her sudden question made you blush. "What…aat?"

"I've been trying to matchmaking you with my friend. Turned out I was too late."

You giggled, remembering the disastrous date you’ve been through before. "You know that I'm awkward with blind date."

“So, could you tell me more about your company party for this weekend?” You asked Natasha while looking through the desert list she requested. 

“Just a small gathering. The CEO of my company came up with this idea to appreciate employees' hard work. They could have fun, eat and drink all day.”

“That’s really nice. But I still think you work in a big company Nate.”

Natasha just winked at you while eating the berries. You always wondered about her, who was always full of mysteries. Even though you have been friends since boarding high school, you still can’t figure her out. 

You and Natasha lost contact almost ten years after attending different universities. You were studying abroad to follow your parents, who work as researchers, and Natasha is staying in the States. 

Even though you separated, she will always be your best friend. When you got burned out and betrayed from working at your former company, the first person that came to your mind to talk to was Natasha. 

Thanks to social media, you could contact her again. She was angry and livid hearing your stories. She said, 'It’s painful right now, but you could do whatever you want after this.’

‘What I want?’ You asked yourself that question and remembered always wanting to open your bakery and cafe. 

You told Natasha about the idea, and she fully supported it and said, “You made a hella out of cake back at our high school bazaar. It always sold out.”

That was good enough to build your confidence, and you appreciate her helping hand. Natasha gave you a good list of locations with a good price to open your bakery. 

While you recall the past, the kitchen door kicked, making you and Natasha look at the door. You thought it was Toby thinking his hand full of holding flour bags. That’s why he kicked the door.  

It turned out it was someone else—the person who made you quit your former job. With a smug smile, expensive clothes, and sting cologned, he walked towards you and said, "Nice to see you again (Y/N).”

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At Dear Cake (same day but different time)

Steve P.O.V

Steve finally could step his foot at his favorite place once again. He wished that he could see your face even from afar. But his prayer isn’t answered because he only sees Toby at the cafe. 

He approaches Toby and notices something. Steve knew how to read someone's mood, and now he could feel that Toby was looking mad. 

“Hey Toby, you’re good?”

Toby looked surprised since it’s been a while since Steve didn’t appear. “Oh, Steve.” He sighed. “Well, there’s an annoying guest today. He completely ruined my day and (Y/N).”

Steve raised his eyebrows when he heard your name got included. Did the guest hurt you? He asked Toby, “Do you need any help?”

“I had it under control.”

Steve hummed. Since Toby doesn’t accept his offer, he will back down. Then his eyes look around for your presence. 

“What about you, Steve…?” Toby wants to ask Steve what he’s been doing, but it seems like he wants to see you.

‘He looking for (Y/N).’ Toby thought. “She went to buy ingredients; we got a big order next weekend.”

‘Seems like he couldn’t ask you out next weekend to his party.’ He thought. Steve looked at Toby, hiding his shyness. 'Was it obvious he’s looking for you? ' 

He couldn’t lie but felt disappointed. “Well, I guess I’ll see you both next week.”

“You don’t want to stay for a while?”

Steve shook his head. “No, I have to catch a flight.”

Five minutes after Steve left, the cafe door opened.

“Oh welcome back, your boyfriend was just here a few minutes ago.”

“You should’ve called me when he arrived.” You gritted your teeth while holding your annoyance with your brother. 

“If you didn’t go out, that person would keep bothering you. I was this close to hitting him,” said Toby. 

You never saw Toby this mad since he was always calm. You changed the topic and pointed at the grocery bags “Well, at least the ingredients for next weekend are completed.” 

Toby looked at the grocery bags and said, “Perhaps you could see Steve sooner.”

“Hmm, how do you know that?” You asked him while shaking his shoulder. While Toby inwardly screamed, seeing his sister being so dense. 

Author Note: I'm sorry for the lack of updates. I've been busy with exams.

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[madddddy]

I have a rant about two characters who I think have similar traits, and not in a good way.

Spoilers for the Harry Potter universe and Captain America Civil War, that’s your warning for spoilers, you can’t get mad at me for spoilers.

So, after talking with a friend in a discord server, I want to come here and talk about the terrible similarities between Dumbledore and Steve Rogers. Now on the surface, they don’t appear to have many, but if you take them from specifically CA:CW and PoA, there are many.

For one, they both have the mentality of “sacrifice a few people for the greater good.”

In CA:CW, Steve doesn’t want to sign the accords because he doesn’t want to be restricted. He is willing to sacrifice the few lives of civilians, in order to save stop whatever threat. Yes, people will die in a situation like the battle of NY, but when he doesn’t try and save the lives that can be saved, that makes him shitty. For example, in CA:CW, his whole thing is about Bucky. He didn’t care about anyone’s feelings, he only cared about Bucky. When he went after Bucky, and the bridge collapsed and that chase was happening in Germany (I think? It’s been a bit since I’ve seen the movie) many people got hurt that didn’t need to get hurt. Or the airport fight, that was no need. He only cared about one thing, finding Bucky. He was willing to sacrifice anyone in order to save his best friend. He hid the death of someone he considered a friend, parent’s death, just because the killer was his best friend. And Bucky stans don’t come for me, he is one of my favorite characters. I know he was the winter soldier when he killed them, but they still died. Steve took Tony’s money to look for his parent’s killer, because Steve was stuck in the past. He was seen as a great person to the world, yet he did some shitty things. Yes Tony wasn’t a good person either, yet he tried to make sure that the world was safe, Steve only wanted Bucky to be safe.

Now onto Dumbledore. Throughout the entire series, he proves that he doesn’t care about Harry like he tries to say he does. If he really cared about the safety of his students, he wouldn’t have let Voldemort entire Hogwarts, multiple years. You can’t tell me he didn’t know, because if he’s this great wizard like everyone says, then he would totally know that Voldemort was in the school. And in PoA, when Sirius escapes Azkaban after being falsely accused of being a traitor, it comes out that he knew Sirius wasn’t the traitor, yet he kept it quiet for TWELVE YEARS. He led multiple people to their deaths, even if it wasn’t explicit, he was still responsible for the deaths of people like James and Lily, Remus, Sirius, Tonks, and many more. He was only worried about Harry beating Voldemort. He left Harry in an abusive home because he wanted Harry to be moldable to his liking. He wanted Harry to trust him so he left Harry in a home where he wasn’t welcome. And Sirius should never have stayed loyal to him after it came out that Dumbledore knew that Sirius was innocent, yet he said nothing. Yes he’s not the minister, but he has so much power that he could’ve gotten Sirius a trial to prove he’s innocent. He was biased towards the Gryffindor students, specifically Harry, because he wanted Harry to be his pawn in a game bigger than Harry.

Both are written as characters you’re supposed to love and trust, yet if you really look into what they’ve done, they are not good people, they only want people to think they’re good people. And if you disagree with me, that’s your opinion. But this is what I think about these two characters.

Anyway, that’s my rant. Enjoy.

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[angelbaby-fics]

Hii🥺💗 I had a daddy!stucky request where bucky loses the reader’s favourite stuffie and won’t stop crying until steve gets her a new bucky bear stuffie

Daddy Cat

Summary: Bucky loses your favorite stuffy while on a mission, but Steve knows just how to fix it.

Word count: 1470

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x Little!Reader (fem language used)

A/N: Thank you so much for this request, its so cute!! 🥰💕 I changed it up just a little bit to fit an idea I've had since I first saw that cat picture lol. Special thanks to @haleybr for helping me find it!! Also I was feeling kind of artistic today so I made a little moodboard to go with the fic, I hope you guys like it 💕🐈

“Okay, bye bye Bubba, be a good little kitty! I’m gonna miss you so much!!” You kissed the plush grey kitten on its hard plastic nose before shoving it to the bottom of Bucky’s backpack, under the clothes so he could be cushioned on his trip. This was a little tradition of yours: every time one of your daddies had to go on a mission, you’d sneak a stuffy into their bag to keep them company while they’re away from you. You zipped the backpack up and put it back in its place near the door. Just then, Bucky entered the room, and you knew what that meant.

“Oh, pumpkin, you know I hate to leave you.” Bucky said, lifting you up and propping you on his left hip. You nuzzled into his shoulder while he rubbed your back, kissing you on the head before setting you back down.

“I miss you already.” You whispered shyly, looking down at your socks.

“I’m not even out the door yet, doll, you love me that much?” Bucky laughed, tousling your hair.

You smiled and jumped up to your tippy-toes to give Bucky a kiss on the cheek. Steve joined the two of you at the door, taking you in his arms as he knew goodbyes were always hard. With you in his arms, he leaned over to Bucky, the three of you embracing for what felt like too short of a moment before Bucky said his final goodbyes and headed out the door.

“Okay, baby, what are we gonna do today?” Steve asked, turning to you. Your brain still focussed on missing your daddy, you only shrugged your shoulders.

“Well, how about this?” Steve carried you to his room where he picked up a bag before walking you back to the living room, setting both you and the bag on a mat on the floor. “Go ahead, honey.” He motioned towards the bag.

You leaned over, peeking in to reveal a massive set of new Play Doh colors and plastic accessories. You squealed with delight, immediately getting started building a little farm while Steve watched with pride.

Hours passed, Steve reminding you to put your Play Doh away after a while so it wouldn’t dry out. He made you lunch and you curled up on the couch to watch some cartoons as the day went on, until it was evening, and Bucky was calling to say goodnight. He spoke to Steve first, telling him how the mission was going so far, while you eagerly leaned over, trying to hear your daddy’s voice. You caught snippets of the conversation through Steve’s replies, vaguely aware that Bucky was mad about something, but nothing big enough for you to get worried. Finally, it was your turn, and Steve passed the phone to you.

“Hey babydoll!” “DADDY!!” You shouted into the phone

You spoke for a few minutes, telling Bucky all about the Play Doh farm you’d made and the pasta Steve made for lunch before finally asking the question that had been weighing on your mind.

“How’s Bubba?”

Bucky hesitated for a moment before answering.

“Oh he’s good, baby!”

“Can I say goodnight to him?” “Uhh, well he already fell asleep! He was so tired from helping me out today!”

“Okay… Well, give him a kiss for me and make sure he doesn’t have bad dreams!” You said, not wanting to sound too disappointed that your favorite stuffy had fallen asleep without you.

“Of course, babydoll, and you give papa a kiss for me too, okay?” “Okay daddy, I love you.”

“I love you too, angel. I can’t wait to see you when I get home tomorrow!”

You handed the phone back to Steve who said his goodbyes before hanging up the phone and wrapping his arm around you.

“Alright baby, how about a special treat for tonight. Do you wanna order pizza?”

“Yes yes yes!” You jumped off the couch, bouncing and clapping your hands while Steve laughed and started dialing the delivery number.

With the sun fully down and your tummy full of pizza, Steve carried your exhausted self into his and Bucky’s room, knowing you preferred to sleep there when one of them was gone. As soon as you hit the soft mattress, you curled into Bucky’s pillow, inhaling his smell as you felt Steve crawl under the covers behind you and rubbing your back soothingly as you drifted off to sleep.

You jumped up out of bed when you heard Bucky’s key in the lock of the door, nearly knocking him over with your hug as he walked into the home.

“WELCOME HOME DADDY!!! Did you have fun?” You asked, laughing as he picked you up and spun you around.

“As much fun as I can have hunting bad guys. They’re not as much fun as you!” He set you down, and you noticed he didn’t have his backpack on.

“Um…. where's Bubba?” You asked, slightly nervous.

Bucky paled. He’d dreaded telling you this since it happened. An explosion had gone off near the car Bucky was traveling in; he was fine, his backpack acting as a shield against the blast, but all its contents were destroyed.

“Baby I… I’m sorry.” He knelt down to your height, putting a hand on your shoulder. “What happened?” You asked, your eyes widening and filling up with hot tears. Bucky thought for a moment, recalling the story and how best to relay it to you in your little state. “Well honey, it was such a dangerous mission, you know. And Bubba, he was being so brave. He saved daddy’s life… but he got hurt pretty bad. I’m so sorry baby.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out what remained of the stuffy: some loose stuffing and a scrap of grey fabric.

You took the fabric in your hands, tears spilling out onto it, before dropping to the ground and running to your room.

Steve walked into the living room sleepily, giving Bucky a hug and a quick kiss before spotting the ruined stuffy on the floor.

“So you told her?” He asked with a smirk.

“Yeah... maybe bringing home his remains wasn’t the best way to break it to her.” He chuckled dryly. “Even I could have told you that, Buck.”

“I should go comfort her. I feel terrible. Would you clean this up for me? I don’t want her to have to see it again.” He motioned towards the stuffy remains. Steve nodded.

“I’ll join you two in a minute, I have an idea.” He replied, his eyes still focussed on the fabric on the floor.

As Bucky disappeared into your room, Steve got to work, rummaging through your playchest in the living room until he found just what he was looking for. He took the orange cat stuffy, one he hadn’t seen you play with very much, in fact he didn't think you’d even named it. He brought the cat to the kitchen, scooping up the discarded grey fabric from the floor on his way, and set them both on the counter before opening the big miscellaneous drawer and finding the mini sewing kit he mostly used to patch up your clothes when you ripped them playing super soldiers outside with your daddies. With a smile on his face at his genius idea, Steve got to work.

It only took a few minutes before Steve joined you and Bucky in your room, his hands behind his back. You looked up from the floor where you sat in Bucky’s arms and reached toward Steve. He sat down in front of you, one hand still obscured from your view, and wiped a tear from your face.

“Hey babydoll, I know you miss Bubba.” He said sympathetically.

You nodded.

“Well look, angel, I got a surprise for you!” He pulled the stuffy from behind his back, the ripped grey fabric now wrapped around the kitty’s left arm, giving new life to both the stuffies. Your face lit up.

“A DADDY CAT?” You gasped, taking the cat in your arms, your eyes fixated on his new grey paw.

“Oh Steve, you didn’t have to do that.” Bucky said, almost tearing up as well from the kind gesture, and from seeing how in love you were with a stuffy that looked like him.

“Sure I did.” Steve smiled.

“I love him papa!!!” You shouted, covering first the cat with your kisses, then Steve, and finally Bucky.

“Not more than me though, right babydoll?”

You looked back and forth between Bucky and the cat.

“Hmm… I don’t know…. Bubba 2 is soooo soft!” You snuggled the stuffy into your chest.

“Well, does Bubba 2 make you pancakes for breakfast?” Bucky asked, picking you up and carrying you off to the kitchen so you could help him stir the batter.

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[purple-babygirl]

Oh oh what about Bucky's little staying over at Steve's for the weekend cause Bucky is busy. She's being a brat but whenever Steve calls Bucky to show him she's a Angel. So Bucky sneaks by unexpected & sees her being a brat

Word Count: 2,901 (i tried to cut it short, i tried, but i'm hopeless when it comes to soft stuff)

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, and angst i think? the rest is fluff

A/N: Nonnie, thank you so much for sending this and sharing your idea with me. i hope i didn't take too long and i hope i didn't disappoint?:" please enjoy xx.

Alternative ending

~

bratty angel

“Give her the phone, would you? I missed her,” Bucky requested, desperate to hear the little one's voice.

“Quick question while I still have you though,” Steve scratched the back of his head, not sure if he should tell Bucky.

“Yeah?”

“What do you usually do with her if she's being a little.. troublesome?” Steve didn't want to get her punished; he just wanted a way to deal with her behavior.

Steve obviously knew he could punish her the small punishments, like no screen time for a day or a timeout, but he didn't want to. She already seemed to dislike him enough, he wasn't about to make it worse. He didn't want to punish her but he also couldn't take all the brattiness and backtalk.

He was a kind uncle and he actually enjoyed being around her. But her behavior has been driving him crazy this time and it needed to stop. He knew she didn't want Bucky to leave this time and was most likely punishing Steve for telling him he could take care of her while he was gone. She probably thought Bucky would've stayed if there was no one to tend to her during his absence, and she had Steve to blame for it.

“Being what? What did she do?” Bucky's angry voice asked from the other side of the phone, and Steve could picture him narrowing his eyes.

“It's nothing major, Buck-”

“What did she do, Steve?”

“Well, uh, for starters she says no to almost everything even if she's eventually gonna do it anyway. She knocks stuff over when I don't do what she wants and pretends it was an accident,” Steve stopped and sighed, “she's giving me a hard time and it all goes away when you call!” Steve almost whined.

He sighed again when Bucky went silent, knowing she'd really get it now but she didn't exactly leave him much of a choice.

“I'm gonna handle it. I'm sorry, Steve,” Bucky said, sounding pissed.

“Hey, it's all good. Hold on, I'll give her the phone.”

“Yeah, please do.” Bucky wasn't as excited to talk to her anymore.

He could hear Steve softly calling out for her to come talk to Daddy and her feet hitting the wooden floor as she came to the phone. What he didn't hear though was a thank you to Steve.

“Dada!” Her happy voice spoke and Bucky couldn't help but smile a little.

“Hey, doll! How've you been?”

“Been good, dada. Missed you,” she sighed, pouting.

“I missed you too, baby. Are you behaving for Uncle Steve?”

“Yes, daddy,” she lied all too quickly and Bucky clenched his jaw.

“Good girl.”

~

“Sweetheart, please get in your skirt,” Steve sighed again, holding the item of clothing low for her to step into.

“No.” Her naked leg kicked the mini skirt from Steve's hands before she crossed her legs and leaned on her bed.

“Don't make this hard now!” Steve rubbed his face in frustration.

“I'll do what I want. You're not my daddy,” she said stubbornly before snatching the skirt off the floor and slipping it up her legs to her waist. If she looked messy, she didn't care.

When she turned around to leave the unorganized room, Bucky was standing there with the biggest scowl on his face. Her heart stopped and her world froze. How come they didn't know he was arriving today? How come they didn't hear him come in?

“Dada,” she whispered in mixed fear and shame, making Steve look up, a look of utter relief washing over him when he saw his best friend.

Everything was about to get better now that Bucky was here, including her temper.

“Is that what I taught you, little one?” Bucky's tone dripped of disappointment.

“Dada.” Tears quickly came to her eyes as she saw the letdown look in Bucky's.

“And here I was thinking you were my good girl, returning home early to see you.” Bucky shook his head at her.

“Dada, I am your good girl. I am,” she begged, walking closer to him, but Bucky didn't reciprocate.

“Dada, I missed you.” She went to hug Bucky but he stepped away. She tried to hold his hand and he slipped his fingers out of her grab.

“You don't get to welcome daddy home after you've disrespected Uncle Steve like that, little girl,” Bucky told her, his frown not disappearing, only deepening.

“Dada, I'm sorry.” Her lower lip trembled.

She’s missed Bucky so much. She was touch-starved because she hadn't given Steve a chance to come anywhere near her all weekend. She refused to let him hug her, kiss her, or carry her. She was distant and bratty and rude. She needed Bucky's warm touch but he was far too mad at her.

“I'm not the one you should be apologizing to.” Bucky crossed his arms, looking at Steve behind her.

“Uncle Steve, I'm s-sorry,” she mumbled quickly, without even looking at the blond man, moving to hug Bucky again but he still wouldn't let her.

“Dada,” she called, tears leaving her eyes.

“You have to mean it, little one.”

“Daddy, I mean it,” she whined. It frustrated her little heart that Bucky kept calling her little one. He only did that when he was mad at her; too angry to use a pet name.

“Enough lying already!” Bucky raised his voice and she flinched.

“I'm not going to talk to you or touch you until you've made it up to Uncle Steve. Until then I'm gonna pretend I haven't come home and saw what I just saw.” Bucky left her room, walking over to his and slamming the door behind him.

He didn't normally choose to be hard on her; she was his baby doll, but what she did with Steve was just unacceptable. Bucky couldn't let her get away with disrespecting anyone, especially Steve, not after witnessing it all himself.

He'd thought it over on his way home. If he spanked her or took her favourite things away, she'd dislike Steve even more, if not hate him. Bucky couldn't give her more things to blame Steve for or more reasons to refuse him.

~

“Sweetheart,” Steve called, feeling bad after Bucky left and she stood by the door frame and started crying.

He didn't really want Bucky to punish her; he just wanted to know how to deal with her bratty behavior. He just wanted a way to communicate better. Steve never intended on making her cry. Bucky surprised him with that punishment.

“'S all because of you. I hate you!” She cried harder, throwing herself on her bed to hide her face in the mattress as she sobbed.

Her words broke Steve's heart to tiny pieces and he felt even worse now that Bucky was here. His mouth opened but no words came to him so he closed it again. He gathered her clothes from the floor and hung them back in her closet before leaving her to cry it out, giving her some time.

~

“I'm so sorry, Steve.” Bucky shook his head, embarrassed by her behavior towards his best friend.

“Hey, it's alright. I know she's a good girl; she just missed you.”

“You know I missed her too but she can't just get away with such stuff,” Bucky sighed, taking another sip from his beer.

“I know.”

“Dada.” She entered the room after a good crying session, rubbing her puffy eyes.

True to his previous words, Bucky didn't answer her, swallowing the lump in his throat with his beer. He couldn't give in.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Steve responded instead, not wanting to leave her hanging, which made her pout in annoyance.

Like him and Bucky had agreed, if she wanted anything she'd have to go to Uncle Steve for it and relearn to use her manners.

“Dada,” she called again and got the same reaction. Bucky pretended he wasn't there.

Tears gathered in her eyes again and she hid her face in her hands and began crying. The sound shook Bucky's heart and he almost broke and forgave her.

“Hey, hey, no, it's alright,” Steve cooed, immediately coming to her side.

He hated this. Once he got her to stop crying he was going to talk to Bucky about calling it off. He didn't care if she was bratty or bad-mannered, he just wanted her happy again.

Steve led her back to her room and sat down on the bed beside her.

“Daddy's never gonna speak to me again!” She sobbed and Steve's heart ached for her.

“Sweetheart, please don't cry.” He gently patted her back.

“Can't you just tell him I said sorry and I mean it?” A pair of teary eyes implored Steve's blue ones.

“I will, but no more tears, okay?” Steve quickly agreed, wanting her to calm down.

“You will?” She wiped at her cheeks and Steve nodded with half a smile, his thumb catching her new tears.

“You'd lie to daddy for me?” Her red eyes widened.

“I'd do lots of stuff for you.” Steve chuckled.

“Like what?” She mumbled, sniffing and wiping her nose before Steve grabbed her a tissue off the bedside table.

“Like let you pour your milk on me and pretend it was an accident.” Steve smiled fondly, dabbing the tissue on her wet cheeks and under her nose.

In that moment as she looked up at the man with tear-filled eyes, her little mind seemed to recall all the ways she'd tortured him all week. She'd disobeyed nearly everything he'd told her and he still didn't hurt her or even raise his voice at her. She'd 'accidently' dumped all the salt in the salt shaker on his dinner. She'd dropped his phone on the kitchen counter multiple times after talking to Bucky, adding to the cracks on its screen. She'd wet him and got soap in his eyes during shower time. She'd constantly knocked stuff out of his hands whenever he held them out for her. She's been a real demon. If it was Bucky he would've punished her in every way in the book. But Steve didn't. He didn't make her pay for any of it and he was ready to lie to Bucky to save her bratty, ungrateful ass from having to endure his silent treatment.

“And then you leave?” She wondered.

She saw Steve's face fall at her question. She really did hate him, didn't she?

“And then I leave.” He still nodded with a kind smile.

“But could you not though?” She whispered, playing with the ends of her mini skirt.

“What?” Steve looked at her in surprise; he must've heard her wrong.

“Don't leave,” she told him, clearer this time, awkwardly extending her hand to touch his.

“Sweetheart-”

“I'm sorry, Uncle Steve,” she started tearing up again in regret, “I didn't mean to be so bad.” She shook her head and cried.

“Aw, sweetheart, it's okay.” Steve hugged her to his side, smoothing a hand on her head.

That was all he needed to hear.

“You know I like you, right?” She asked, sniffing in his shirt and Steve chuckled.

“Yeah?” He asked cheekily and she nodded, silently crying.

“Yeah, you make the best cookies, but don't tell daddy,” she said and Steve chuckled, “I'm sorry.” She cried more.

“I like you too, darling. Don't cry now, we're good.” He assured her, holding her closer to him and gently patting her back.

“So you’ll stay?”

“If that's what you want.” Steve's thumb wiped her tears away as she nodded again.

She wanted to make things up to Uncle Steve like Daddy wanted and Uncle Steve deserved. She wanted to show him she truly was a good girl.

“On one condition though,” Steve said playfully, slipping her hair behind her ear.

She looked up at him, waiting for his next words.

“You let me take care of you like I was supposed to.” Steve's face was serious. It was all he wanted all weekend.

“Okay.” She nodded, smiling tearfully.

How kind was Uncle Steve and how blind was she to not see it!

Steve kissed her forehead and smiled down at her, wiping the rest of her tears away. He adjusted her skirt before they walked back out hand in hand and he sat her down on the couch beside Bucky, who on his turn pretended she wasn't there.

Was Bucky curious about what happened in there? Yeah, he was. But he wasn't about to ask her. He was just glad Steve has got her to stop crying because nothing hurt more than seeing her pretty face all sad and teary.

Steve prepared her snack and came back. He lifted her on his lap and handed her the plate before grabbing the remote to turn on her favourite afternoon show.

“Thank you, Uncle Steve,” she whispered shyly, kissing the man's cheek.

Steve smiled and kissed her temple, rubbing her back as he encouraged her to eat, even feeding her a couple of times and she let him, thanking him every time.

Bucky raised an eyebrow at the scene unfolding beside him but still held back from interfering or interacting with her. He was still mad and she needed to prove herself good again. He bit back a smile, pressing the beer bottle to his lips instead.

~

As the day came to an end and Steve put her to bed, she was keeping her 'please' and 'thank you's up, using her manners just right and Bucky would secretly, proudly grin every time she did.

“Would you please tell daddy I said goodnight?” She asked Steve, trying not to cry again before bed. She'd wished he'd forgive her by bedtime but he clearly didn't.

“I will, sweetheart. And I'm sure he wishes you a good night too,” Steve pecked her forehead and she smiled.

“Goodnight, Uncle Steve.” She pecked his cheek before resting back, pulling the covers to her chin.

If Bucky was listening, he made no effort to let any of them know.

~

The next morning Bucky was the same, still giving her a taste of her own medicine. She wanted to cry again but didn't, focusing on fixing things with Uncle Steve, whom she'd been awful to.

“Uncle Steve, please come with me?” She held onto Steve's wrist while he stood with Bucky in the kitchen.

Steve mumbled a 'sure', tilting his head in confusion as he followed the shorter girl.

She sat him on her bed and stood on her tiptoes till she reached her pink piggy bank on the upper shelf on her wall.

She walked to Steve and put the small safe in his lap, “I thought all morning long,”

“What's this, sweetheart?” Steve eyed the object before looking at her.

She smiled sheepishly before shaking the safe left and right in his lap, “to fix Uncle Steve's phone.”

Steve's heart soared in his chest and he remained speechless. She waited for him to take the money but he didn't.

“'S a lot of money. Dada gave me some to keep with piggy every day,” she assured Steve, taking his big hands and wrapping them around the pink safe, wanting him to accept it.

“Sweetheart,” Steve mumbled, setting the piggy bank on the bed before holding her to his chest.

She let herself be squished in his embrace as she stood between his legs, not really understanding what was happening, but at least he wasn't mad at her.

“You don't have to do that.” Steve shook his head before kissing her head.

“But I wanna make it up to you, Uncle Steve. I can't take away the salt in your food or the soap in your eyes or the milk on your pants-” She stopped and pulled back and her smaller hand cupped Steve's cheek, “do you wamme to wash your pants?”

Oh, how precious! She spent her morning thinking about ways to fix what she'd done to him. And she wanted to give him all of her savings to fix his phone. She was even ready to try and clean his pants. She was such a kind little one.

He’d done it. She finally likes him. Steve was beside himself at the progress. This kind of connection with her was all he ever wanted and it made him forget about whatever evil things she'd done during that weekend.

And on the other side of the wall stood a very pleased Bucky.

~

When they walked back out to the living room, Steve was beaming as he helped her up on his lap. Her body was facing Bucky’s as she leaned onto Steve’s chest. She looked at Bucky and when he looked back she cast her eyes down in shame.

“Come here, doll.” Bucky beckoned, opening his arms for her.

She grinned happily, jumping into them as he lifted her to straddle him. She wrapped her arms around Bucky's neck, burying her face in his shoulders and smelling his scent. Steve smiled, satisfied with their reunion.

Bucky wrapped her up tightly in his arms, pressing a longing kiss to the side of her head, “I missed you too, doll. I missed you so bad.”

“I’m sorry, dada,” she sniffled, clutching Bucky’s shirt.

“I know, doll.” Bucky pressed his lips to her forehead and let the kiss linger there.

In each others' arms, now both, her and Bucky, were really home.

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[kaunis-sielu]

Burning Rose: 5

“Who was that?” Bucky asks as he walks up to Steve and Fawn’s place, the older Alpha looked furious as he’d stomped past.

“My Dad.” Fawn says, Bucky knows that Fawn’s Dad wasn’t a particularly good man.

“What? Want me to kick his ass?” He offers and Fawn laughs softly while shaking her head.

“So the photographer can have to cover injuries on both of you? No thanks.” Bucky would never admit it but he’s actually a little disappointed that she won’t let him go hit someone. He’s been true to his word and has left you alone for the last five days even though he’s been dying to see you again.

“I’m insulted that you think he’d get a hit in.” He says following Steve and Fawn into their house. Steve drops down onto the couch but he follows Fawn into the kitchen. “I’m gonna grab a drink. You want anything Steve?” He asks, but he’s got a feeling he already knows the answer.

“Water. I don’t trust that Fawn’s Dad is just gonna let me Alpha Command him and be cool with it.” Bucky passes Fawn and she freezes.

“Oh my god.” She gasps looking up at Bucky with excited eyes, “You’re seeing an Omega!” How the hell can she still smell you on him? It’s been days, agonizing days.

“What? No I’m not.” He tries to lie but he knows that Fawn isn’t buying it.

“James Barnes I can smell her on you.” She says and Bucky suddenly feels like a scolded little boy.

“That’s just Becca.” He tries to lie again, but again, he knows that Fawn isn’t buying his lies.

“Becca is one of my best friends. Would you like to try that again?” She inhales deeply, “She smells lovely. Like Jasmine and Rose. I’ve smelled that before. Where have a smelled that?” Bucky knows that you’ve met Fawn, he doesn’t want her to cause you any problems, he already has one meddling Omega in his life.

“In a garden? Look, please don’t say anything to Steve. She’s not ready for this to be a big thing and I really, really like her Fawn.” Bucky watches as her face softens and she gives him this sweet little smile.

“If there’s anything I can do to ease her mind please let me know.”

“Thanks. I just, I know she’s my Omega but I’m worried about coming on too strong, she kinda reminds me of you at the beginning. I think something happened with an Alpha but she hasn’t told me.”

“She probably won’t. I still haven’t told Steve everything that Peter did.”

“Why?”

“He wouldn’t like it and it doesn’t matter anymore. I have Steve, my past brought me to him and that’s what matters.” Bucky hums lowly as you pull two frozen pizzas out of the freezer.

“Any advice?” He asks grabbing a cup from the cupboard to fill with water for Steve.

“Just be patient. I know it’s hard but being an Omega is exhausting and it’s really hard to trust Alphas. Show her that you respect her and her boundaries.” She says as he fills the cup.

“Thanks Fawn.” He says with a small smile, he heads into the living room with Steve’s water and his beer and when he sits down Steve looks over at him.

“What did you say to my Omega?”

“Nothing? She cornered me.” Bucky says and Steve looks suspiciously over at him.

“I’ll be right back.” He gets up to go and check on Fawn when Bucky’s phone buzzes, he’s surprised to see an unknown number.

Hi Becca, it’s Blossom do you have the address for where I’m bringing the flowers on Saturday?

That tricky little sister of his, he should be mad at her but it’s so nice to hear from you.

Hey Darlin it seems Becca gave you the wrong number. This is Bucky but I can get you that address.

Oh, sorry for bothering you.

Darlin, you are never a bother. He feels a little zip of happiness and he can’t help the little half smile that pulls at the corner of his mouth.

“What’s that look for?” Steve asks strutting back into the room, “You smell weird.”

“Shoulda known I couldn’t keep shit from you.” Bucky grumbles, “I’m attempting to win over an Omega.”

“What?” Steve grins over at him, “Why didn’t you tell me? Who is she?”

“She’s skittish and has this Alpha sister who hates me. I mean hates me. But Steve I know this woman is the Omega for me.”

“Is she into you?”

“When I took off the other day?” Steve nods and Bucky continues, “She needed help and I could feel it.”

“Interesting. So kinda like how I could feel Fawn before I mated her.”

“I told Becca it was like how I can kinda feel Becca’s emotions but, different, more insistent.”

“That’s a good way to put it. You’re not gonna gimme a name are you?”

“The only one who knows is Becca and that’s because she’s a meddling little pain in the ass.”

“Bet Fawn could get it out of you.” Steve teases as Bucky texts you the address of the venue.

“Yea, but she’s nice enough not to.” Bucky says and Steve laughs.

“You’re not wrong.”

“I thought you weren’t going to tell him.” Fawn teases as she comes into the living room.

“I was busted.” Bucky says with a shrug as his phone buzzes again.

“Well, you do smell like an Omega, one that isn’t in the pack. Like a certain Beta I can think of.” Bucky knows that she’s trying to make a point about Becca and Pietro and he and Steve share a look before Steve growls,

“Cheap shot Fawn.” She doesn’t even look bothered, but the hair on Bucky’s arms had raised with the growl. He turns back to his phone,

Thank you

Are you okay? Everything alright with Maria? He knows he should probably leave it be but he doesn’t want you hurt and he knows you have been

We’re not speaking at the moment. I’m going to be bringing my friend Clark up to the venue to help get the flowers set up. He’s a mated Alpha, is that okay?

Should be fine. I’ll warn Steve. Please know that you don’t need protection from anyone in our pack. I’d kill them myself if they did anything to you or made you feel uncomfortable in anyway.

I know. I trust you. Bucky’s heart soars, you trust him.

“Oh, something good just happened.” Fawn whispers and Bucky is snapped back to the moment. He looks up at Steve and Fawn and finds that they’re both staring at him

“What?”

“You’re talking to her aren’t you?” Steve says with a knowing smirk.

“Shut up punk.”

“We’re just really happy for you Bucky.” Fawn says softly, “You deserve to be happy too, everyone in our pack does. If you need anything please don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Just, time I think.”

🔥🌹🔥🌹

You and Clark pack up the van with all of the flowers in their containers on Saturday morning. While you know that you don’t need protection, Bucky will be there, you’re glad that Clark is coming with you.

“Do we have everything?” Clark asks and you look down at the checklist on your phone.

“Flowers, blue ribbon, filler greens, pins, the doggie boutonnière, six vases, five small and one large for the tables, one big one to hold the bouquets before the ceremony. You have your suit?” You ask and he nods, “I have my dress, clippers, floral tape and wires, I think we’re good.”

“And you’re sure you don’t want Maria to come?”

“I’m sure.” You tell him and he levels you with a look, “I’m sure Clark, can we go?” He nods and you close the back of the van then climb into the passenger’s seat. You ride in silence for a half hour but then he sighs heavily.

“Alright, now that I have you trapped, what’s going on with you and Maria?”

“She’s being completely unfair. I’ve met an Alpha, a really nice one Clark, he kinda reminds me of you. Like he’s soft and kind but if someone were to even look at Punkie funny you’d rip them apart.”

“Why does Maria hate him?”

“What has she told you about why we ditched our pack?”

“The basics. I know why and I know who to look out for.” He admits and while you’re glad you don’t have to tell him you’re also surprised that Maria did.

“So she’s especially hard on unmated male Alphas.”

“But you like him? You trust him?” He asks and you nod.

“He’s already protected me once and when I decided to empty out all of the flower containers that I thought could’ve been messed with he stayed and helped, without complaint and without me even asking.”

“What’s his name?”

“Bucky Barnes.”

“Oh, James is a good dude.”

“James? Wait you know him?”

“His real name is James, Bucky is just what everyone calls him. I’ve worked with him a few times. Honestly there’s not an Alpha in that pack that I don’t like.”

“That’s good to know, will you tell my sister please?”

“I’m going to be watching, like a hawk and I will give her my unbiased opinion.”

“I guess that’s all I can ask for.” You relent and he chuckles.

When you arrive at the venue you can see why Fawn would like this place. Their whole pack is there, and when the hostess notices you and Clark she brings you to where you can set up. You both change quickly then get to work.

“Clark?” He looks up, “I’m going to go deliver the bouquets and boutonnières, can you start cutting the ends off of the long stems? I need about an inch off the bottoms.”

“You don’t want me to come with?”

“I’m okay, they feel safe.”

“If you change your mind just call me okay?”

“Thank you.” You tuck your phone into the pocket of your dress then make your way to where the women are getting ready. You knock on the door and when it swings open you see all of the women from your shop.

“Oh Fawn, you look stunning.” You tell her, and she does, she looks so soft and pretty.

“Thank you.” She takes a deep breath and pauses before she grins, “The flowers look beautiful.”

“This one is yours,” You point to the largest bouquet, then the rest are whoever wants them and the extra is for a bouquet toss if you do that. Otherwise it’s for whatever you want. I know a lot of women like to have one to dry to keep.”

“I didn’t pay for this.” She says giving you a soft disapproving look.

“Think of it as a congratulations. Um, I also have the boutonnières, do you know where the groom and groomsmen are?”

“She doesn’t. We didn’t want her sneaking off to see her Alpha.” Wanda teases and you see Fawn roll her eyes. “I can take you.” She offers and you nod, you follow Wanda to the room where the men are and you can’t help but hesitate. “You okay?”

“Most of them are Alphas huh?”

“Yea, why don’t I just get one of them?”

“Bucky.” You tell her and she gives you a pleased little smile before nodding. You take a few steps back before she knocks on the door, a large light brown haired alpha with blue eyes. The power that rolls off of him makes your heart race, he’s not a normal Alpha and honestly he’s intimidating.

“Hi, you must be the florist. Fawn told me about you, she loved your shop.” He says and you know that this must be Steve.

“Th-thank you.” Then you smell him, Bucky.

“Steve, go back inside. You’re freaking her out.” He says as he pushes past his best friend. Steve’s brows furrow as he watches his best friend but when he sees how Bucky reaches for you they raise and a grin lights up his face and he and Wanda share a look before she wanders away.

“Sorry, it’s nice to meet you.” Steve says, he seems safe and kind but there’s also power there.

“Steve.” Bucky growls not looking at his friend, “Sorry Darlin’, there’s no privacy in this pack.”

“Not from me.” Steve says with a laugh but Bucky glares over his shoulder at him then shuts the door.

“He’s, is he?”

“A True Alpha yea.”

“Shit. That was overwhelming as hell.” You mutter, “Can, I just need,”

“What do you need Darlin’?” You can’t bring yourself to ask so instead you reach for his sleeve, he doesn’t move. You use just your fingertips to play with the edge of his sleeve.

“You need me to calm you Darlin’?” He asks softly and you nod not looking at him. “Please.” You breathe and a soft, pleased little rumble comes from him.

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[buckyownsmylife]

I’ve Told You Now - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where alpha!Bucky fucks you in front of the other avengers

Warnings: smut, a/b/o dynamics, public sex, oral (f), p in v, possessiveness

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: Thank you to my lovely @wakingbeauty​ for giving this a read for me! This is strictly the product of mine and @navybrat817​‘s belief that public sex should be more common in A/B/O dynamics, so there you have it 😊 Also, I used a prompt the sweet @jbreenr​ gave me ages ago for a headcanon and I asked to save it for this story since it made such perfect sense! Hope you guys like it! I might write more public sex A/B/O smut in the very near future!

Bucky’s P.O.V.

Everyday was the same. I’d wake up and join the rest of the team for breakfast to find out that despite the fact that someone had saved me a seat, that same someone had thought of a new joke to make at my expense.

If I thought Tony’s nicknames were bad, this was a whole new level. It’s like she wanted to find all the little ways to annoy me, while still remaining mindful of my recovery process and triggers.

I’d never met an omega like that before. Back in my time, omegas were mostly prim and proper, almost shy around alphas, even if they were starting to show a little more skin and entertain the possibility of staying closer to us for longer periods of time.

I wasn’t used to someone who felt so comfortable with my intimidating aura, and the alpha in me definitely couldn’t grow used to seeing so much of her skin all the time. By now, I was sure she was doing it on purpose.

She knew how it affected me, she could smell it - every omega was able to identify when a nearby alpha was aroused. And I knew it turned her on in return. I was also biologically wired to sense that.

It was basically a game of who would break first. And I knew she thought she would win, but my resolve still wasn’t broken.

“Ah… What a lovely day. So full of possibilities… if you’re not a hundred years old,” she quickly added, throwing me a glance that had me rolling my eyes. “What do you say, grandpa? Feel like going out for a run?”

Who knows what I would have answered if she hadn’t decided to pull her hair up right at the second Wanda opened the window to look out into the field? The smile that had been on my face quickly dropped when I was hit with a heavy wave of her scent and my knees buckled as I tried to hold myself back from just jumping on top of her.

Unfortunately, because awareness was not something she seemed capable of having, she did not realize my struggle. “What’s wrong, old man? Can’t even keep up anymore?” The growl that escaped my chest at her joke was all the warning she needed to finally understand what was going on.

“I’ll show you what I can keep up.” I was on her in a second, my consciousness of our surroundings reduced to absolutely nothing. It was only her and me, and the way our lips moved as I guided her back to the couch, until we both fell on top of it.

“Is this what you wanted, huh?” I asked as I tore her shirt with a simple flick of my wrist. “Is this how you wanted it to happen? For me to lose all control and just take you right here?” All that left her was a garbled sound, her hands clawing at my back as I easily got rid of her jeans until they were nothing but scraps on the floor and then exposed her pussy to the tower’s living room.

“Fuck yes,” I growled, immediately leaning down to get a taste of her. Sweet and wet and mine, all mine. I had no idea where that possessive instinct had come from, but I would be crazy to ignore it - especially since it felt like I’d kill and die for her at that very second.

Her hips jerked up, instinctively searching for my tongue, but a breeze of clarity seemed to brush over her and make her sit up on her elbows, looking down at me. I knew what was running through her mind before she said it, and I wasn’t having any of it.

“You better lay back down and let me savor my meal,” I warned, knowing the rest of the team had gathered around to watch the show. I didn’t have to take my eyes off her debauched state to know it, but her gaze was on them, even if the rest of her body was still spread open for anyone to see, uncaring of the fact that we were being watched.

“You poked the beast, now you’ll entertain it,” Steve warned, shaking his head as if to scold us, but when I met his eyes, I could see the glint of desire in them. He wanted to be in my position, he wanted to have his own tongue shoved deep inside my girl’s pussy, and it only made me eat her more hungrily.

“Eyes on me, ‘mega,” I called out to her once I saw her eyes linger on Steve. “Let them watch, that’ll keep them away from you.” She groaned at the possessiveness in my words, but it was the sounds of someone who was relishing in it. And I was relishing in her juices.

“Fuck!” She cursed when I buried my tongue as far as it could go in her, something deep inside of me desperate to be drowning in her scent. “Should have gotten you mad before.”

The thought was amusing to me. Did she really think this was only the result of pent-up anger, and not months of desire and lust that had finally spilled from my weakened resolve?

“Well…” I started, pushing two fingers inside of her to scissor her open for me, although my scent had already made her body as prepared for an Alpha an Omega could get.

I was a bit larger than usual Alphas, though - courtesy of the serum - so I wanted to make sure she wouldn’t go through any pain whatsoever. “You keep me mad all the fucking time, kitten.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“With desire or anger, it doesn’t really care,” he continued, like it was any ordinary day and we were chatting in the living room, our usual teasing banter taking over the conversation, instead of him eating me out on the couch in front of all of our teammates while I was spread out for their eyes to take in.

“You’re always a tease to me, in one way or another.” His huge hands massaged the inside of my thighs as he finally lowered himself to suck on my nub again, making me instinctively buck my hips up in search of his tongue.

“Stay…” he ordered in his Alpha tone, and the whine that broke free from my chest was more animal than human now. The way he used his mouth was nothing short of sinful, licking me from ass to clit with an eagerness I had never expected the former Winter Soldier to have.

But I guess today I was discovering all of my fantasies about Bucky had been a bit misplaced. For one, I never thought he’d be the type of Alpha to take me in such a public environment.

In every dirty dream I’d had, Bucky was far too possessive to allow anyone to explore what was his - even if it was only visually - but what I’d come to learn was that while he was definitely dominating, there was a hint of exhibitionism in his craving.

He liked to have people see him break me into a million pieces only to glue me back together with a lick of his tongue. He liked that they were seeing his talent - and I had to admit, by what I saw in his friend’s stare, that they were also admiring me too.

And he got off on that. I didn’t expect it would make me get off too.

“Delicious,” he hummed when he finally pulled away from my cunt, having brought me to my release and licked it off of me. Still, an overwhelming amount of wetness covered the lower part of his face, prompting me to raise myself to my elbows and lick my own juices off of his lips, the omega in me begging to scent him as mine.

“You’re a nasty little bitch, aren’t you?” He chuckled once the surprise faded away, easily manhandling me onto my stomach, the sound of a zipper being opened denouncing that he had undressed.

“Keep fucking me and you’ll find out.” I heard him spitting behind me, a shiver running up my spine as I realized he was playing with himself while looking at me presenting for him.

“Oh, I’ll do much better than that.” That was all the warning I got before I felt the head of his member poking my entrance, slowly but surely sliding in until he had bottomed out.

My whines became intensified when he pulled me up by my hair, his free hand covering my breast to rub my nipple as he whispered, “I’m gonna claim you, sweetheart. You think you’re ready for that? Think you’ll be able to take it?”

I was quickly realizing I had severely underestimated the man inside of me, even if not to the extent he thought I had. I was not ready for that. I don’t think I ever would be, but fuck if I wasn’t gonna take it anyway.

Because it was so much better than I ever imagined it to be.

“No more playing hard-to-get,” Bucky continued, finally starting to move and immediately settling on a punishing pace. “No more teasing me with your short skirts and tempting scent. You’ll be mine now, ‘mega. Forever. How does that sound?”

God, I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to keep exercising this complete control over my body that he had so easily managed to take. His cock was stretching me in ways I’d never been stretched before, his inflated knot slamming against my opening with each thrust.

“Always mocking me… Am I too old for you now?” I shivered as he licked a stripe up my neck. I knew he wouldn’t actually bite me in front of everyone - a claiming ritual was a sacred ritual, even the most feral of Alphas respected the intimacy of that. But the way he was taunting me was all too arousing, I couldn’t deny it. “Tell me.”

His hand squeezed my hip, looking for an answer. I tried to open my mouth, but nothing came out. His palm slipped further down, finding my clit, and as two fingers rubbed my own juices, around it, I screamed.

“N-No!” Bucky chuckled against my neck, body continuing his onslaught against mine as he nuzzled my scent gland. “Y-you’re not too old for me. Take me, take me please.” His coos were too provoking, making me cry out loud at the mocking sound.

“Aw, kitten…” His warm mouth breathed the next words against my ear, “I already did.” He turned my face towards his with his fingers tangled in my hair, engulfing my mouth with his.

“Alright.” A familiar voice spoke from not too far, startling me for a second as I once again was reminded that we were still very much surrounded by our team. “You two might just be the sexiest mates I’ve ever seen fuck.”

A growl escaped Bucky’s chest at hearing someone refer to us as mates for the first time, and I panted in need, desperate to cum, desperate for him. “Seen a lot of mates fuck, Romanoff?” He nibbled at my ear, hands roaming over my body as if to make it very clear to every person watching that they could look all they wanted, I was still his.

“You have no idea.” Looking over a bit to the side from where she was seated, there rested Sam’s almost limp body, a hand curled over his boner as his eyes never wavered from the place I was connected to the man behind me.

“Well, I know what I’m gonna think about tonight.” Something between a laugh and a moan escaped me, making Bucky growl again, hands pushing me back down onto the couch as his hips picked up the pace with which they’d ruin me.

To say I was soaked was the understatement of the century. I could feel it, running down my thighs, drenching the couch underneath me. I don’t know how we’d be able to use it again, but that was the least of my concerns in the moment.

“I am begging you to let me lick her pussy after you guys are done,” came Tony’s voice, and I knew Bucky would growl in his direction just from the way his fingers pressed tightly on the flesh of my hips. “Not that type of Alpha, sorry, I got it.”

I heard his footsteps retreating quickly, probably scared of what Bucky would do to him once we were done, but in the Alpha’s defense, Tony seemed to disappear from his mind the second he left the room, all of his senses directed to me and his goal of making me cum around his cock.

“C’mon, kitten,” he whispered, fingers easily locating my clit to play with me as he pulled me up to rest against his chest one more. “Come for me, milk me dry.” That was all I needed to give him what he wanted, and although I was anticipating to moan loudly as I creamed his knot, his mouth covered mine to swallow all of my sounds in a deep kiss, hands protectively covering me while pawing at my breasts at the same time.

“Steve,” Bucky called after he managed to catch his breath, having fallen on top of me on the couch once his knot popped open. “I won’t be able to work out with you today.”

I looked up as best as I could to find Steve already staring at us, although red from head to toe. “That’s understandable,” he spoke in a thick, rough voice that I barely recognized as his. “You seem to have worked out enough already.”

Bucky stopped running his nose against my cheek at his friend’s attempt at teasing, a slow smirk taking over his face as he joined me and stared at his friend. “Oh, I’m not nearly done,” he warned. “You’re more than welcome to join us for some cardio, if you want to.”

The soft smile Steve sent our way told us everything we needed to know about his plans for the evening.

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[cjsinkythoughts]

Not Your Captain

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1695

Warnings: Falcon and the Winter Soldier Spoilers!!!!! Lots of Angst in this one, guys, lotta feels, some Fluff to counterbalance it, but mostly Angst, Cursing

A/N: This is Part Two to my previous FATWS writing, His Only Contact. FATWS SERIES STERLIST HERE! This one is from Reader’s perspective and gives you a bit more about Reader’s backstory. There will be multiple parts coming out in the next day or two based just on this new episode because damn. It was loaded!  Due to this and my workload this past week, I haven’t been able to post the first chapter of my College!AU, Erased From the Stars, but I promise it’s coming! This’ll be my main focus for the weekend though! Expect more parts in the next 24 hours! I’ll be making a masterlist for this particular project in that time, too! Taglists are open! Please contact me if you want to be tagged! Thank you and please enjoy, loves! (Not beta’d, so sorry for mistakes!)

AGAIN: SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

The moment you saw it on TV, you knew you had to get to Bucky. You weren’t planning on leaving until the next day, but there was no way you weren’t going. So you caught the first plane you could from the base you were staying at.

You’re feelings were all over the place. Steve had been your best friend for more than the past decade. You were the one there when he first woke up. You were the one to help him get situated. You were the one to help him whenever he needed, to go over to his little place in DC when he was having problems, like the time he thought he was having an asthma attack when it was an anxiety attack or when you had to help him find a new phone after he accidentally broke his.

You were that close to falling in love with him. But life went the other way and, in a weird twist of fate, almost as if the universe wanted to spare you of the heartbreak it knew would come if you gave your heart to the dashing captain, you ended up tripping over your own feet for someone else.

Someone you would never tell.

He was the last thing you had left of Steve and you couldn’t ruin that because of your stupid feelings. And you couldn’t ruin the relationship you had now because it was working. He trusted you, more than anyone else. He trusted you because Steve trusted you and you wouldn’t dare break that trust.

You just hoped, with everything going down in relation to the shield - to his legacy - that you’d be able to keep that promise you made to yourself.

You were in front of his door early in the morning - around four - hesitating to knock. It didn’t take long for him to respond the moment your fist did meet the door.

He looked…tired. You wished, oh how you wished, that you could do more. Anything more. He insisted you helped him plenty already; he claimed he never had nightmares when you were by his side. But it wasn’t enough. Not for what he’d been through. You felt as though you were merely putting a bandaid over a bullet wound.

His chocolate locks were short, above his ears. You could remember how hesitant yet eager he was about doing it. It was difficult to not cut his ear off because he kept moving in anticipation. You would know: you cut it. Those blue eyes that made you trip in the first place were outlined by thick lashes, dark ebony bags beneath them, making the azure pop. He was shirtless, as he usually was when sleeping (or at least trying to sleep), his dog tags resting against his sternum. 

You could tell he hadn’t been sleeping. His eyes were bloodshot as if he was watching TV for too long and his hair was less messy than it would be if he actually slept.

The moment his eyes found yours, his plump, chapped lips turned up into the grin he reserved for you and he was pulling you in. Your reaction was instantaneous, your arms slipping around his waist, your chin resting on his shoulder as he found home in the crook of your neck.

He was touch deprived. You knew this, but you never brought it up. Especially considering you were one of the only people he touched willingly. You didn’t want him thinking he was broken, more so than he thought he was already. And you definitely didn’t want to push him into fixing himself. So you didn’t tell him, even though you were pretty sure he knew, and you just let him take the lead. 

Sometimes it meant he grabbed your hand in large crowds, or tucked you under his arm when he was threatened. Other times it meant laying his head in your lap when he was tired late at night, or a soft hug in greeting.

Hands slowly tracing his spine, fingers dancing up and down his back, you gave a small smile when you felt him practically purring in your embrace. You could never decide if he was more puppy or kitten. You used to make jokes about the three of them, Steve, Bucky, and Sam, being like a puppy, kitten, and bird that you had to reluctantly pet sit for a friend. You would give almost anything to be joking around like that with them when you went to visit Bucky in Wakanda with Steve.

“Buck?”

He hummed. You didn’t want to pull back, you wanted to stay connected with him for as long as possible, but you had to talk. You didn’t want to talk about it, because that would make it more real, but you had to. You had to.

“Have you seen the news recently?”

His eyebrows furrowed, his lips pulling down. “What happened? Is it Wanda?”

You looked down the hall, your lips pressed together tightly, before nodding inside. “We have to talk.”

He nodded, stepping back and pulling you inside. Seeing the makeshift bed on the floor against the far edge of the sofa made you inwardly sigh, but you didn’t say anything about it. Steve was the same way at first.

“Is she okay? Did you find her? Where-”

“It’s not Wanda.” Turning, you faced him, trying to control your own anger at the situation, knowing it wouldn’t help him any. “It’s…it’s about Steve.”

Those spectacularly blue eyes narrowed, bottom lip being sucked in between his teeth. “What about Steve?”

You gestured for him to come closer, holding out your hand in offering. He took it and followed you as you led him to the couch. A cleared throat and a deep breath later found you gently explaining what happened to him. That the government had taken back the shield and had given it to someone else. A ‘hero just for America’. A ‘new Captain America’.

You could see his features harden with every word, his jaw ticking dangerously, his chest heaving and his nostrils flaring. You squeezed his hand as you finished. “He’s got meetings and stuff with senators and governors. They’re taking him on a tour this week. They-they want me to meet him, considering I’m the last of the original seven. Active on Earth, at least.”

The tears that started forming in his eyes made you swallow your own emotions down thickly. He didn’t need your hatred of this wannabe to fuel his own. He needed your support and comfort. He needed to know you’d be by his side through this.

“Are you?”

You blinked, not expecting his first words to be that question. “Am I what?”

“Going to meet with him?”

“I-I…” You stopped talking, knowing that if you continued you’d end up ranting about how he wasn’t your captain. How he could never be your captain. Debating answers, you decided on a simple, blunt reply. “No.”

“Why…” 

Running your thumb over his knuckles, you leaned over slowly to press a chaste kiss to his bare skin and blood shoulder. “Take your time. Collect your thoughts.”

He responded to your words by taking a deep breath, clenching his eyes shut, his jaw so tight you feared he might chip his teeth. It was a tense minute before he said anything, the room being filled with his harsh breathing. “You said he gave them the shield.”

“What?”

“Yesterday. You told me he gave up the shield. They put it in the Smithsonian. But you just said they took it from him.”

“He did give it to them, but-”

“Why?” His eyes snapped open, his features twisting into ones of frustration and resentment. “Why’d he give it to them?”

You shook your head, knowing Sam didn’t mean for any of that to happen. He had called you a few weeks ago to ask about your opinion on the matter. You told him that Steve trusted him, and you trusted Steve, so if Sam thought that was the right thing to do…you trusted him. “It’s not Sam’s fault. Don’t be mad-”

“Don’t be mad?! Don’t be mad?!” Bucky shot up, ripping his hand away from yours, making you bite your lip and hang your head as he paced in front of you. “Steve gave it to him! And he just gives it away like he’s regifting a shitty frisbee as a Christmas present! And you don’t want me to be mad?! Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N?!”

Cringing at the use of your name, which you rarely hear fall from his lips, especially in vexation like just then, you looked up at him, eyes pleading. “Bucky, I get it. I do. I’m mad, too. I’m-I’m furious. But you can’t blame Sam. Please. He just - he’s trying, Buck. Just like me. Just like you. We’re all trying.”

Bucky’s shoulders fell as he stared at you, eyes darting from feature to feature as he studied your face. Before you could say anything else, he was on the floor in front of you, in between your legs, arms wrapped around your waist and face pressed into your stomach.

You could tell he was holding something back - something big - but you wouldn’t push him. You never did. Displaying feelings was always hard for him, even in the early 1900’s; Steve used to tell you stories when you were looking for him after the fiasco in DC. Bucky grew up being the oldest of four and the only boy. On top of that, his best friend was a scrawny, stubborn, punching bag of a boy. According to Stevie, neither of them really learned how to cope or how to deal with feelings. And it showed. Boy, did it show.

Instead of getting on him and asking what was wrong and begging for him to talk to you, your fingers tangled in his hair, nails scratching his scalp, as you sat back to make the position more comfortable for him.

“Stay with me. I need you.”

You leaned down to press a soft kiss to his head, nodding into his hair. “I’ll stay. For as long as you need me, Buckaroo.”

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[wonderful-writes]

I see your eyes, and I know everything will be alright

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k (1,832)

Summary: A self-indulgent fic about a lovers’ quarrel and the aftermath.

Warnings: possible cursing

Author’s Note: I’m notorious for using grammatical errors on purpose for stylistic effect, so if you see a comma splice, it was done on purpose! I get it, I know it can be a bother to some sticklers (which is a category I fall into at times), but just deal with it ig…

It had been a nasty fight.

The last mission had been hard on both of you, and you had taken it out on each other. Harsh words were exchanged, ones that should have never been uttered between people who loved each other.

You called him reckless, he called you a fool. He had thrown himself into a direct line of fire, and you had risked your own life trying to protect him.

“You shouldn’t have done that!” he yelled in frustration.

You hadn’t been home for two minutes before Bucky was already yelling at you. At least he had the decency to hold it in until you were in your shared room, away from the concerned eyes and ears of the rest of the team.

“I wouldn’t have had to run after you if you just followed orders!” you screamed back. “Who runs into a building full of armed guards?”

“There were hostages! You can’t tell me you wouldn’t have done the same thing!”

You knew he was right. Of course you would have done the same thing. No matter how mad you got at him for risking his life, you knew that you would also have done anything it took to save the civilians.

He took your silence for disagreement. “Or would you not have saved the innocent people? Would you have let them die? Is that it?”

“Stop, you know I would-”

But he cut you off. “Little Miss Y/N, always the perfect superhero. Always the moral compass of the Avengers. How would the team feel, the rest of the world, if they knew you’d let civilians die to save yourself?”

“What are you even saying?” you yelled back at him incredulously.

You knew he was only saying it out of anger, out of a momentary desire to hurt you. You knew he didn’t mean any of it, but it still cut deeper than any wound an enemy agent could have given you.

Bucky chuckled humorlessly. “You know exactly what I’m saying, sweetheart. You’re not as perfect as you look. And the fact that you ran in there just because I did shows that you’re not as smart as you look either.”

That was the last straw. You blinked back all semblance of emotion before it could trickle down your face.

“I don’t know who you think you are, Barnes, but if you think you can talk to me like that, then maybe you aren’t as smart as you look.” Your face hardened as you grabbed your duffle bag, thankfully still unpacked from the mission.

At the time, it had seemed like a smart choice to leave. You were both worked up from the taxing mission, a mission during which you both barely escaped with your lives after rescuing the hostages. You both needed space, and it seemed like a perfect solution to move into a spare bedroom until things cooled down.

But now, you weren’t sure it was such a good idea.

You thought you would just need a few hours, a day max, to think things over. Just some time apart to realize how you were both idiots who should apologize for your mistakes. But three days later and still no word from Bucky, you didn’t know what to think anymore.

“Where are you going?” he asked in a slight panic as he saw you storming towards the door.

“Somewhere I can get peace of mind,” you answered coldly. “I don’t need you voicing what you think is wrong with me.”

You walked into the common area to see Sam sitting on the sofa, a movie playing on the TV and a bag of chips beside him.

“Hey, have you seen Bucky?” you asked.

Sam glanced up at you in confusion. “He’s not back yet.”

“Back from where?” you inquired, plopping down on the couch next to your friend.

“He left on a mission with Steve two days ago. They left the day after you guys got back from that hostage situation in The Hague. Did he not tell you?”

“No,” you answered him. “Do you know when they’ll be back?” You felt like an idiot asking for information about your own boyfriend, but you had to know.

“Friday, I think,” Sam replied. “Is there something going on between you and Barnes? Shouldn’t he have already told you all this?”

You sighed. There was no use it denying anything at this point. “We got into a fight after that last mission. I took my stuff and slept in a separate room, and we haven’t talked to each other since.”

Sam sympathetically offered you some chips. “I’m sorry, Y/N/N. Do you mind me asking what it was about?”

You sighed again and told him about the argument. You told him how you had been mad at Bucky for being so reckless, how Bucky had been mad at you for following him into danger, and how you both had been mad at each other for calling each other out.

At the end of your retelling, you couldn’t help but feel like it was all so stupid. You were only arguing in the first place because you cared about each other. Was a petty fight about who was more reckless than who really worth Bucky being mad at you? So mad that he didn’t even bother to say goodbye before he left for another mission?

Sam tried to offer you advice, but it all ended in ‘everything is going to be okay’ and ‘he’ll come around.’ While it was a kind gesture, you weren’t so sure about the validity of his statements, considering how you and Bucky had left off.

“Well, thanks for lending me an ear, Sam,” you said as you finally got up from the couch, “and for letting me steal your chips.”

“Any time, Y/N” he chirped back as he watched you walk away. “But before you get your pretty little hair all up in a twist, remember that this is Barnes we’re talking about. The man is crazy about you.”

—

It was Thursday morning, and Bucky and Steve were scheduled to come back the next day.

A part of you wanted to do something nice for Bucky, to show that you loved him and that you were sorry for the things you said. But another part of you remembered that he had also been in the wrong, and the things he said about you were inexcusable.

You had moved back into your shared room when you found out that Bucky was away, but it didn’t have the same comfort it usually had. While it did have all your possessions, from clothes you only ever wore once to sentimental keepsakes, it might as well have been the guest bedroom you temporarily used. Without him, it wasn’t home.

—

You were laying in bed, trying your hardest to focus on the book in your hands, but every thought became tainted by him.

Your Bucky.

Steve and Bucky had returned sooner than expected, arriving at the Tower a little after noon on Thursday. The reason for their early return was that the mission had been completed successfully, albeit at a cost.

Bucky had gotten hurt, knocked unconscious by some sort of high tech photon beam that left him unable to hold himself up for more than a few minutes.

If you had been anxious to see him before, it was nothing compared to how you felt now.

Steve had told you that it wasn’t deadly, that Bucky would be okay after some medication, but that he needed to be held up in the med bay for proper examinations before he could be released.

He’ll be out to you in no time, sugar, Steve had assured you. You only hoped he was right.

—

As the seconds ticked on, staring at blurry lines in a book turned into counting the textured specks on the ceiling, and then eventually, making your way down to the med bay.

You couldn’t take another second of not knowing whether the man you were sure was the love of your life would be okay.

You ran into Dr. Cho in the waiting room, who informed you that Bucky was doing fine. He was conscious, alert, and showing no signs of permanent injury. Thanks to the supersoldier serum, the effects of the photon beam that he had been hit with wore off soon after he arrived home.

You sighed with relief. “Thank you, doctor.”

“You can see him if you want,” she said with a smile. “He’s just resting right now, and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind some company.”

You nodded graciously as she walked away.

You approached the hospital room that Bucky was staying in, but you hesitated at the door. Would he want to see you after all that was said?

“I’d appreciate it if you weren’t such a blundering oaf all the time.”

“I’m sorry that I’m such an inconvenience to you, but at least I don’t blindly follow people into danger.”

“I wouldn’t have to follow you into danger if you never ran into danger! Do you hear how idiotic you sound?”

Before you could let your insecurities get the best of you, the voice of the man in question sounded from inside the room. “I can hear you out there, sweetheart.”

God, you missed his voice. Even when it was muffled through the door, it was unmistakably Bucky.

With a sheepish smile, you made your way inside.

You were met with your boyfriend, clad in sweatpants and a hoodie you knew for a fact was yours. He looked exactly the same as when you last saw him, although you couldn’t be sure why you thought he would change.

“Hi, hon,” he said with a soft smile, sitting up from the bed.

“Hey, Buck.” You pulled a chair over to the side of the bed, careful to step around the pile of tactical clothes that Bucky probably peeled off prior to his medical examination. “How are you feeling?”

“‘M’fine,” he answered. “Missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you replied, picking up his hands. “Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?”

“Didn’t want to bother you,” he shrugged. “Thought you were mad at me.”

“I was mad,” you told him. “But I’m sorry for what I said. I shouldn’t have let my emotions get the best of me.”

“I’m the one who should be sorry, sweetheart.” His big, blue eyes peered deep into yours. “I said all those awful things about you out of anger, and I shouldn’t have. I didn’t mean any of them, but that doesn’t make it okay.”

“Looks like we both messed up, huh, Buck?” you asked with a light laugh.

“Looks like we did.” He grinned, and you knew everything would be okay.

You brought his hands up to your lips and kissed his knuckles. “You’re forgiven, by the way.”

He laughed, and you were sure you saw the stars in his eyes. “So are you.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #can you tell this is my first time publishing a bucky fic? #i don’t love this but I’ll have other chances to improve my characterization of bucky and y/n in the future

[cazimagines]

Perfectly exasperating

Synopsis: You really disliked Zemo, but one person you disliked more? John Walker. After bonding over how you disliked him with Zemo, you have the unfortunate situation of running into John. He flirts, insults, and hurts you and Zemo is ready to put him in his place.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings/Tags: Use of swear words, John Walker being a dick, soft Zemo, protective Zemo

Author’s note: I was not intending this fic to come out as long as it did. This was one of the ones I had been putting off to write other stuff till I finally pulled myself around to writing it and ended up getting really into it. Funny how that happens.

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“Would you care for a Turkish delight?”

You bite the inside of your mouth in annoyance, refusing to even look at him. Instead of forcing your eyes to focus on a spot in front of you, not moving them in the slightest. Zemo waited for a few moments before sighing and turning away from you.

“You’ll eventually have to talk to me, y/n” he exclaims as he walks over to the kitchen side of the room. You were sitting in the safe house Zemo had provided. There wasn’t much to do, just sit and wait till the funeral started. Zemo sought to communicate to you to keep you two occupied, but you didn’t want to talk with him, so you didn’t. You just sat on the settee, staring at the sofa opposite you while Zemo walked around looking through the cupboards for food.

You were pissed when Bucky revealed he broke Zemo out of prison.

The avengers had been your family. Whenever you needed them Steve would be there to offer you advice, Tony there to make you laugh. Nat there to beat up whoever required it. Everything was wonderful in your life. For once. And he had ruined it.

He caused the family you loved to split, hate each other, and that left you alone. So alone. Losing both Tony and Steve made you more mad at Zemo. He robbed the last years you could have spent with them, so yeah, no wonder you refused to talk to him.

He loved to annoy you, though. Any moment he got he was beside you, creating sarcastic remarks about what was happening, trying to joke around with you. Trying anything to communicate with you. The worst of it was when he insisted you had to be his date on the mission in Mandripoor. Feeling his arm wrap around you, a kiss to your temple, the smell of his cologne flooding you, drawing you in. It pissed you off knowing how easily you fit into the role of his date. Yet you knew deep down why. Every time he made a snide remark, you had to bite your tongue to stop making one back. Every time he tried to joke with you, it took all your effort not to snort. You hated him and everything he does, yet you could sense a fondness growing for him, just a slight one, in the deepest corner of your heart. Left there to be locked away. Never acknowledged.

“So, the new Captain America, huh? What’s he like?” you hear Zemo ask, leaning on the counter of the kitchen table, his eyes burning into the side of your head.

You feel bile rise to your mouth as he spoke.

John Walker.

John fucking Walker.

If you hated Zemo, you despised John Walker. Just thinking of him brought a scowl to your lips. Steve meant everything to you. He was a father figure to you. He stood for all you believed in. He was your hope, your light in the darkness. And John Walker seemed to tarnish it. You wouldn’t have minded him if he was a different mascot for America. If he became America’s new hope. It was the fact that they called him Captain America. That he had the shield. The title belonged only to Steve. He claimed he wasn’t trying to replace Steve, but that is what he was doing. Him being called Captain America felt like a spit on Steve’s memory. People would forget him, everything he did for the country he loved. They would only focus on John Walker, and you detested that.

You didn’t blame Sam for giving away the shield, unlike Bucky. You could understand why he did it. That shield held such a responsibility, such a legacy it seemed impossible to ever live up to. No, you blamed the people who took the shield away from the museum. Without Sam’s permission. They should have asked Sam. But of course they didn’t care. They didn’t care at all.

“I see by your reaction that your impression of him isn’t a pleasant one,” Zemo says, bringing you out of your thoughts and back to reality.

“Have you met him?” he asks

You try to hold back your opinion, but John Walker made you so frustrated, you knew if you didn’t rant about him you would burst.

“Yes. He’s a dick,” you spit out

Zemo quickly straightens up, surprised you actually answered one of his questions.

“Oh? Are you finally speaking to me.” he inquires, walking around the kitchen counter towards you.

“Don’t push your luck” you mutter, side eyeing him as he sits down opposite you. Sam and Bucky were out leaving you alone with Zemo. At the moment you were all waiting till the funeral. Zemo claimed there were a few hours to kill before everyone had to gather. Sam and Bucky decided to check out the town, make sure they knew it well in case a situation occurred where we had to dash. They had forced you to babysit Zemo.

“No, no, I like to hear you talk. Please, if talking about how this new Captain America is a dick is how I get you to speak to me, then let’s continue.” Zemo says, pouring out a glass of whisky for you and him. He holds the glass out to you, an eyebrow raised. You sigh, grabbing the glass out of his hand and drank, feeling the warmth creep up your throat. Zemo chuckles as he watches you, leaning back on the sofa, his arms resting on top of it.

“My, my. The man must be terrible if just the thought of him is making you talk and accept drinks from me,”

“He’s so infuriating! He thinks because he is Captain America he can stick his nose in other people’s business!”

“Ah, so he is one of those people. Doesn’t understand boundaries. How rude,”

“And get this, he got annoyed at us! Telling us we should stay out of his way when he is the one getting in our bloody way!”

“No” Zemo fake gasps

“Yes!” you exclaim, going into a rant, “I can’t even bear to call him Captain America. He doesn’t deserve to be called that. His actual name is John Walker. He claimed he wasn’t trying to replace Steve, but that is exactly what he is doing! And how he talks to me as well. He’s so condescending, treating me as if I am a kid while trying to compliment me and act like he’s all that in front of me,”

Zemo’s eyes narrow and he places the glass down on the table between you two, “You mean he flirts with you?”

“If you could call that pathetic excuse flirting. I suppose. It pisses me off though,”

“I can imagine. He sounds nothing like what Steve was. Nothing like his legacy,”

It was your turn to narrow your eyes, watching Zemo curiously. “I assumed you hated Steve”

“I never hated him. No. I can admire what he stood for, I just find unrealistic. All superheroes are flawed. Innocents will consistently be collateral damage while superheroes are allowed to exist.”

You stare at Zemo, amazed. Not realising the silence you were making. You had always thought he hated Steve. It always seemed that way. Yet he didn’t? Knowing he didn’t hate the guy you always viewed as a father figure mattered to you. And you don’t know why.

Zemo stared back at you. He was studying your eyes, trying to figure out what you were thinking. He didn’t realise what he thought about Steve would have affected you, but it appears he was wrong.

“Don’t worry y/n we’re back and guess what! We found your fav-” Sam shouts, opening the doors of the room and strutting in but he pauses, noticing you and Zemo staring at each other from the sofa’s. “What’s going on here?”

Zemo is the one to pull out of the eye contact trance, smirking as he looks over at Sam, “We were just discussing John Walker.”

Bucky who had followed Sam in grounded at hearing Zemo utter that name. “Perhaps you two would like a drink and join us in considering how much of a dick he is?” Zemo asks, raising his glass to them.

A few hours later you walked down the street following Zemo to find his associate. You didn’t appreciate how secretive he was being, but you understood it. He had many people who wanted to get him, and the second he wasn’t useful to us. He would be doomed.

“It’s too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit” you hear a whiny voice shout. Peering up, you notice John Walker and his sidekick ‘Battlestar’ or whatever jogging down the steps towards you.

“Ah! How did you find us now” Bucky shouts with his arms raised, striding towards them.

“Come on. You really think three Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention,” his friend responds.

“No more keeping us in the dark,” John mutters angrily

Zemo, who you were walking besides, turns his head to you, “I understand what you mean by infuriating”

You chuckle as John looks angrily between you two, “You can start by telling us why you broke him out of prison,”

“He did that himself technically” Bucky replies, and Zemo grins at you, as if bragging about it.

“Aw, this better be an unbelievable explanation-” John Walker exclaims, reaching up to you.

“Hey take it easy before it gets weird,” Sam suggests, interrupting John.

“I know where Karli is,” Zemo reveals to John Walker, his seductive accent sticking out from the rest of them. He tries to walk past John. You, Bucky and Sam follow, but John stops him, placing a hand on his chest.

Zemo glares ahead, disgusted at John for even daring to touch him.

“Well, where” he says, getting into Zemo’s face

“All we know is, it’s a memorial so we are going to intercept her there,” Sam adds, trying to defuse the tension.

Zemo grabs John Walker’s hand and pushes it off him, striding forward again, and you jog to catch up with him.

“See why I call him a dick now,” you whisper

Zemo smirks, looking back at you, “Yes. He’s perfectly exasperating”

“What? No. Wait. No! No! Stop. Hold on. Stop. Okay?” John exclaims running forward and stopping you all in your tracks again after something Sam had said. “I think we are way past reasoning with her”

Zemo just stares ahead, fed up with John while you groan in annoyance. Not being able to even bring yourself to look at the man in front of you.

They argue for a few moments while you and Zemo stand idly to the side, Zemo glances at you rolling his eyes making you giggle. You smack his arm slightly trying to get him to stop making you laugh, but that only makes Zemo chuckle along with you. Eventually they calm John down but he glares over at Zemo, “We will deal with you later.”

“I’m sure it will all come to an agreeable conclusion” Zemo says, gesturing with his hands. He walks ahead, searching for his associate while John Walker moves beside you. You try to pick up your pace, but he keeps up.

“So working with a criminal now. Not very avengery like. I thought Zemo hated Steve. I wonder what Steve would think of you working with him,” he mutters peering at you.

“Need I remind you-you are also working with him now,”

“Come on, darling, don’t be like that,” John responds grinning, placing his palm on your back.

“Get your hand off me” you growl scowling at him

“Most women would fawn over me” John cockily resorts, still not removing his hand

“She asked you to remove your hand” you hear Zemo state, glancing over you see he had stopped walking forward, turned around and was now glaring at John. “Do I need to remove it for you?” he says angrily.

John frowns at Zemo. Finally, taking his hand off you and striding up to Zemo. Zemo tilts his head, his jaw clenching in fury as he stares at John.

“You are nothing but a dirty criminal. Don’t think for a second you can talk to me like that,”

“I will when you are being rude and disrespectful towards a lady,”

John scoffs, peeking over to you, then back to Zemo. Everyone else was standing to the side, not sure if they should intervene or not.

“What did she suck you off or something?”

Chaos ensured.

Bucky and Sam had to leap forward to stop Zemo from launching onto John while Battlestar had to hold John back. “Too far man, too far” he muttered to John

Zemo was snarling at John, his teeth bared in rage. His hair had fallen loose from their usual position and was hanging down over his forehead, giving him a more wild look. The vein in his neck stood out, twitching. His eyes were raging with fire as he looked at John. He kept trying to push past Bucky and Sam to get to John, but eventually gave up knowing it was futile.

You were standing at the side, shocked that John would have the ego to say something like that and at Zemo’s rage towards John for saying it. John adjusts his head. Not looking you in the eyes, but looking in your direction. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t of said that”

Pulling your senses together, you walk up to John, glaring at him. “Yeah, you damn well shouldn’t have. You’re a dick. Nothing like Steve. You never will be,”

John wrinkles his nose in anger, frowning at your remark. You walk over to Zemo now that Bucky and Sam had let go of him. You give him a nod, showing your appreciation, and he nods back, though still glaring at John.

“Who I choose to associate myself with is none of your business. Who I choose to suck off is none of your business. Perhaps you can go fuck yourself and learn a bit of decency,” you spit at him.

A brilliant thought crosses your brain for another way to twist the dagger of your dislike into John. You reach out and grab onto Zemo’s hand, clasping it.

The action causes everyone to turn wide eyed to you. Including Zemo. He glances down at your hand in his then back to yours, surprise in his gaze but he immediately covers it up turning back to John smirking. He turns to behind himself, then back to the group.

“My associate is up ahead,”

You all turn to look forwards and see a little girl staring at you. Walking forward again, gripping his hand, Zemo nods to the girl as you all approach.

“Hello my friend,”

He holds out some money, a lot by the looking of it, and says to her, “This is for your family”

The girl hastily snatches it, obviously in need of it, and you can’t help but feel your heart warm a bit, seeing how kind Zemo was being to her.

“Can you show us the way?”

She beckons with her hands and walks forward. Zemo looks back at you, nodding to make sure you were okay, then follows her.

“What the hell” John murmurs from behind.

Following the girl, she leads you to a building. She turns, pointing inside a doorway, and runs inside not to be seen again.

“Karli’s in there,” Zemo tells the rest of the group. Sam replies and heads inside to talk to her while John suddenly grabs Zemo’s arm and yanks him against the machine on the wall.

Zemo moans as he is shoved into it, the hard outer piece hitting into his chest roughly.

“Hey. You’ve got ten minutes” John shouts to Sam as he takes out a pair of handcuffs and attaches them to Zemo.

“Really” Zemo mutters as John cuffs him to the machine.

“Then we are doing things my way,” John declares ignoring him

“Aggressive” Zemo jokes, though from his eyes you could still see the anger he harbors towards John.

He twists his head to watch John stride forward, staring at Sam, then back to him. “But I get it”

You wander over to stand by Zemo as you wait for Sam to talk to Karli.

“This day has brought a lot of changes. This morning you refused to say a single thing to me and now just moments ago you were holding my hand,” Zemo speaks quietly to you.

You shoot him a glare, “I did that to agitate John,”

“Sure, that was the only reason” but you knew from his eyes he didn’t believe you. They sparkled with amusement as he looked down at you.

“That cuff must bother you” you mention glancing over at them.

“I don’t mind. I quite enjoy cuffs, in the right setting of course,” he quips.

You turn on your side, looking at him, your lips curling into a smile. If we are going to play that game, you thought.

“Oh, what setting would that be?”

Zemo’s smile deepened, enjoying seeing you play along, “I’m sure you would like to know”

“Do you have to do this here!” John exclaims, glaring at the two of you. You quickly step back from Zemo, forgetting that you two had company. Your eyes snap to Bucky’s with worry, but he wasn’t looking at you. He glared at the ground, not seeming to care what was happening between you and Zemo.

After that Zemo tried to engage you in conversation again but you effectively ignored him, going back to how you were treating him earlier, which you knew was frustrating him.

John was looking down at the shield, then squeezed the bridge of his nose with his fingers, panting. Both you and Zemo glanced up, watching him cautiously. You glanced at Zemo and he stared back, confirming you were both thinking the same thing about Walker.

He got up and started shuffling towards the doorway. Both you and Bucky eyed at each other for the first time with the same recognition in your eyes. You leave Zemo’s side to walk over to where John was.

“No, no, no. This is a bad idea,” John mutters as he paces around. Zemo watches him like a hawk while you and Bucky stand side by side, arms crossed.

“It hasn’t been ten minutes, John. Sit tight,” Bucky replies.

“Don’t do that. Don’t patronize me,” he spits back, pacing around.

“He knows what he is doing,” you reply

There’s silence for just a moment. You watch as John turns towards you and walks fast, hitting his fist against the shield, “I’m going in”

Bucky walks forward and places his hand on John, stopping him from moving further.

He tries to antagonise Bucky, trying to make him guilty for what could happen to Sam. And you could tell his words were influencing him.

“You will not be going in till ten minutes are up,” you state sauntering over to them

“Oh, so the whore has something to say,” John spits out

In the back, Zemo growls, tugging on the cuffs that connected him to the wall. You feel the outrage prick up on you as John’s remark.

“Don’t call her that” Bucky says, glaring at John

“She’s been openly flirting with the terrorist over there, so yeah, I think it’s appropriate to call her that,” John bites back

You rush forward, attempting to punch John in rage, but he was able to sidestep you and brings the shield up, connecting it harshly to the side of your head. Pain soars across your face as you fall down onto the ground. You groan, your eyesight going dark around the sides and black patches covering parts of what you could see.

“BASTARD” you hear someone shout with a beautiful accent. From the floor, you can’t make out much of what is going on. Someone with a metal arm attacking another guy. A man with a shield being attacked by a man in a trench coat. It was all too confusing for you. You just wanted to sleep.

You could feel yourself fading in and out. Your eyes begging to close. You could hear shouting. Someone talking.

Your head was raised. Someone was holding it in their hands. Your vision is blurry but as they get nearer your eyes could focus on them. Beautiful brown eyes, messy brown hair, cute thin lips. It was him.

“Y/n!?” Zemo shouted at you, “Y/n stay with me”

“My head hurts” you mutter to Zemo as he lifts you up, placing you against the wall. Slowly your eyesight came back, and you could see your surroundings. Only you and Zemo were left.

“Zemo, where is everyone?” you ask turning your head, but in doing so it makes you feel incredibly dizzy. You groan as Zemo places a hand on the side of your face to stop you moving.

“They went after the Sam,”

“I need to help them!”

“No, you need to stay here and recover,”

You look over at the wall then back to Zemo, “How did you get out of the cuffs?” you ask

“Ah well…” Zemo says and glances down at his hand, your eyes follow and widen seeing his hand, bruising covering it, his thumb sticking out at an odd angle.

“You broke your hand to get out!?”

“Well, I couldn’t let him get away with saying those things and hurting you,” Zemo mutters, smiling slightly but you could see the pain flickering in his eyes, “I gave him a well-deserved punch in the face”

You chuckle at the thought. Leaning forward, you kiss him lightly on his forehead, a gesture of you wanting to ease his pain. You move back just in time to see him looking at you, surprised, before your vision faded.

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Your requests are open? 😍 Can I please request angst with happy ending with Steeb? 🥺👉👈 Anything you like, Ima love it.

Thank you so much for sending this request, bestie! Ily! 😘

I’ve been wanting to write endgame!steve angst for a while so here we go! Hope you like it 🥺

untimely return

𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || your hopes are shattered when Steve doesn’t come back after returning the infinity stones.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || angst with a happy ending and fluff

this is not proofread :/

Also why is Chris blinking only one eye in this gif? 🤣🤣🤣

You chewed your bottom lip as you tapped your foot anxiously on the ground. You knew Steve would come back, there wasn’t even a doubt.

But what you were worried for, was for him to come home safely. Steve had his fair share of enemies in the present as well as the past.

You had just fought an exhausting war for the entire universe, your heart wouldn’t be capable of taking the toll if something happened to him.

The task wasn’t that difficult or at least he most likely wasn’t expected to fight anyone. He just had to return the infinity stones back from where you took them.

It had been two minutes since he disappeared through the portal and just a minute more was left. You didn’t know why, but you were feeling uneasy; as if something was going to go wrong.

You looked at Bucky and he just gave a lopsidedly smile. Did he know something you did not? No, no. Steve told you everything, if it was something special, he would’ve told you long ago.

That one single minute felt as if a whole eternity had passed. Bruce raised his left hand as he motioned… One…. Two…. Three…..

You all stood with bated breath to greet Steve as he came back. But Steve… he never came. You all stared at the empty portal which still lacked Steve.

“Where is he?” You asked as you all looked around. “I’m trying!” Bruce said as he smashed some keys and buttons around the machine impatiently.

“Then try some more!” You were on the verge of tears. Was Steve never coming back? Was he stuck in between the timelines?

“What if he’s stuck in between? Like in between the timelines? How are we going to help him? He can’t even contact us!”

While you and Bruce were panicking, Sam and Bucky still had their cool. “I want to help you calm down, but I can’t deny the possibility.” Bruce was trying his best, but to no avail.

“Oh god! This is what happens when you do half assed research!” You went to stand besides Bruce to see if you could be of any help. “Don’t get mad at me.”

“I’m not mad at you Bruce… I just..” you couldn’t lose him. Not now. You had already lost half of these people for the past five years; and you’d lost many more in this war.

You couldn’t afford to lose Steve. But then why were Bucky and Sam so calm? “Guys, do you know something?” You asked folding your arms.

Bucky just shrugged while Sam smirked. “I don’t think we have the right to tell you.” Bucky didn’t talk a lot, and when he did, it was usually something like this.

“What? He’s…. He’s not coming back?” When Bucky nodded, your jaw dropped open as tears accumulated your eyes. Steve just… abandoned you? Without even talking to you?

No.. no. no, no, nonono! It couldn’t be. Did he decide to settle in the past with…. The love of his life? Those were his own words, right? Peggy was his true love, you never were.

And you like an idiot kept on building castles in the air. You hadn’t expected he would break your heart so ruthlessly. If he would’ve at least told you, it wouldn’t have hurt so much.

He didn’t even care enough about you, to ask about your opinion. You were together for about seven years now. Seven fucking years. Were they just a joke to him?

“It’s not what you think!” Sam interrupted. You walked back further until your back hit a tree trunk and you leaned against it. “It was supposed to be a surprise.” Bucky’s tone was condescending.

“Surprise? Are you fucking kidding me?” You closed your eyes as you sobbed against your palm. But doing that you missed the playful look that crossed Bucky’s eyes.

‘Don’t do this.’ Sam mouthed to Bucky. Bucky placed a finger on his lips and shushed Sam. “We thought you’d like it!”

“Why would I like it? It would ruin my life!” You screamed. “But don’t you love him?” Bucky asked skeptically.

“I do. And that’s why I don’t want to lose him. I’m not some self sacrificing asshole who would give up my own love!”

Just then with a loud flash, Steve appeared back. “I thought I heard my name.” He started chuckling at his own joke, but then he saw the mood.

You were crying and Bruce was losing his shit. While Sam was clearly doubtful about something, and Bucky, well Bucky was the only one who seemed to be enjoying whatever was going on.

“Well, the self sacrificing asshole is back!” Bucky jested. You looked up to see Steve standing right in front of you.

“I… oh god! Steve!” You quickly jumped up and pulled Steve into a tight embrace. “I thought you weren’t coming back.” You said kissing his cheek and temple.

“How could I leave my best girl all alone?” You slowly looked at Bucky and squinted with anger. “Buckyyyy!” You pursed your lips. “What? I never explicitly said he wasn’t coming back.”

“You’re dead Bucky. I’m going to murder you in your sleep.” He shamelessly bowed down as if he was ending some act, “My pleasure!”

“And Mr. Rogers, why are you late? I almost got a heart attack and went through five stages of grief. I… I thought you left me.”

Steve put you back down and his face suddenly turned serious. “I… I wasn’t going to tell you this soon, I was going to wait for a day at least. But I don’t wanna make it any late.”

Wait? Why was he talking like this? Was he breaking up with you? Steve placed his shield on the ground and walking a step backwards, he bent down on one knee.

He searched for something in one of the pockets of the suit and when he pulled his hand out, you couldn’t help but gasp loudly. In his hand was a velvet box, within which an elegant yet simple plain ring was encased.

“I can’t wait any longer. I had prepared a whole ass speech for this day and it was supposed to be in an expensive restaurant. But I don’t think this is any bad, for all that matters is you.

You’ve been by my side when no one else was. You’ve seen me at my best and you’ve seen my at my worst and yet, you’ve never stopped loving me.

I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you in my life. I don’t ever want to lose you, because you are the sole reason I’m existing.

Will you marry me?” All of you had tears in your eyes. Without thinking for even a second, you straightaway nodded. “Yes! Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!”

As you extended your hand further, Steve slid the ring right in your ring finger. As you both kissed, Bruce, Sam and Bucky cheered and clapped.

“I know this isn’t much, but back when I was young, I had made this from my ma’s necklace for the woman of my dreams. And you are everything I’ve dreamed of and more.

I couldn’t think of proposing you without this ring, and I thought as it is I was going back in time, why not get this with me? And that’s why I was late.” You looked at the ring, only to realise it was undoubtedly Steve.

It had a life and lustre of its own, just like all his art. “It’s so beautiful Steve. I love it!” No amount of diamonds or platinum would ever beat this sentimental ring.

Now that you thought of it, Bucky’s words resonated in a much more better fashion. “This is what you meant by surprise?”

When both Sam and Bucky nodded, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Do you realise what I went through? No worries though, one day soon I’ll extract my revenge.”

You and Steve interlaced your fingers as looked at each other. No matter what happened around you. No matter how many villains came or how many times the world almost got destroyed.

Your unbreakable faith and undying love for each other was all that was true and all that mattered.

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Dare Coupons and Wrong Ideas

2nd and last part of A Naked Nurse and Wrong Ideas (Read this first to know what’s going on)

Bucky x Reader + Avengers still thinking you slept together

A/N: I didn’t expect a lot of you would enjoy the first part so as requested, here’s a follow up!

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When you woke up, you were alone in your room, and it was already the next day. You only have small recollections of Bucky constantly checking your temperature, feeding you soup, and making you take medicine.

Your cheeks flushed at the memory that he had to only be in his boxer briefs because your AC had to be off or else you would’ve frozen to death.

Plugging your phone as the battery was about to drain, you saw that it had numerous messages from the team – some were saying congratulations to you and Bucky, Wanda was asking you for details, Sam was thanking you for making him 50 bucks richer, and Tony was saying you owe him money.

You didn’t think finally getting along with Bucky was that big of a deal for everyone. Chuckling, you decided to hop in the shower before getting some breakfast.

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“I told you, nothing happened.” Bucky was scowling at Sam who was ignoring him for the nth time that morning.

“I remember you also insisting you didn’t like Star Wars, then I caught you ordering Baby Yoda merchandise on Amazon. So, forgive me if I’d rather hear about what we saw yesterday from your new girlfriend.” Sam smirked, not looking up from his phone.

The rest of the team in the kitchen snickered. They were not giving him the chance to explain himself since he got there. Steve has warned them that he’s prone to lie and get defensive when he’s embarrassed.

Huffing in annoyance like a child, he sunk in his seat thinking of ways he could convince them that he was telling the truth, when you finally appeared.

“Good morning.” You mumbled a small greeting and made your way to the cupboards to get some cereal. He noted that you look a lot better than yesterday, and that you just showered.

Heading to the table, bowl in your hands, Nat gestured for you to sit between her and Wanda, and across from Steve, Clint, and Tony. Taking your seat, you scanned who else was on the long dining table, and your eyes landed on Bucky who was five seats away from Steve, and next to him was Sam, and Peter.

You gave Bucky a small smile as a thank you, mentally noting that you had to thank him personally in private later. But unbeknownst to you, the rest of the team took this as a “moment” and were exchanging meaningful looks, except for Tony.

Bucky returned the smile, grateful that you were finally here to clear things up for everyone and prove that he was telling the truth. But then Sam just had to be a villain.

“Hey tinman. I still have 3 dare coupons from you last Christmas. Now I dare you to keep your mouth shut for the rest of the morning.” He said in a low voice, raising his brows when Bucky was about to protest.

“Fine.” he huffed.

“All’s clear!” Sam said loudly, making you jump a little from your seat. What was that about?

“So... Y/N.” Steve started speaking, making you look up to him. “Bucky, huh? Who knew?”

“I know, right?” you smiled at him. So, you and Bucky finally getting along was that big of a deal for them. Maybe it was for team morale.

Nat cleared her throat before turning to you with a grin. “Sam, Steve, and I went to your room yesterday to check on you after FRIDAY said you haven’t been out of your room all morning. And uh, well a partially dressed Bucky greeted us.”

Looking across you again, Steve, Clint and Tony were also looking at you expectantly. You get how it must’ve been confusing why he had to take care of you in only his boxer briefs.

“Oh, I was actually the one who told him to just take it off. It was just getting too hot for him.” You shrugged and missed how Peter spat milk from his seat, and Sam telling him to keep it together.

“So how was he?” Wanda couldn’t keep herself from sounding too eager to know. You raised a brow in confusion at her but answered.

“Honestly, I didn’t know he could be that gentle.” You thought back to how Bucky was gentle and patient in taking care of you.

“Oh wow.” Wanda responded; eyes wide.  Steve was turning red and was now avoiding making eye contact.

Bucky was smirking from his seat. At first, he thought it was going to be more embarrassing for him, but now he was actually enjoying how the team was torn between wanting to know more, and trying to spare themselves the visuals of their friends going at it.

“How would you uh... rate him.” Wanda asked again, making Vision nudge her for the question.

“Well, it did seem like he knew what he was doing. I’d say he has a lot of experience. I'd give it a ten.” You nodded at her, smiling at the thought of how the brooding guy could’ve once been the main caretaker for his sick siblings.

Bucky coughed to mask him laughter, making Sam glare at him.

“How are you now? Is the soreness gone?” It almost pained Clint to even ask that, but he knew everybody else was dying to ask.

“I’m still a bit sore, and my throat does hurt a little still, but nothing some more rest would get rid of.” you shrugged.

Tony turned his attention to Bucky, glaring. “Might have to ask him for tips then.” Clint replied, clearing his throat.

“There’s a kid here, you guys. Keep it down.” Steve warned all of you, referring to how Peter was also in the room, listening to the entire conversation.

“What, I think Pete here could also get some tips.” You replied. Why wouldn’t Steve want Peter to know how to take care of sick people? It’s not like it’s entirely different from how they do it today.

Sam choked on his toast, and it was now Peter's turn to mockingly tell him to keep it together.

“Let me just ask this. Is this a one-time thing?” It was now Tony’s time to ask. He’s always treated you like a daughter, so he wasn’t a big fan of you and Bucky getting together.

You didn’t think Tony was gonna be mad at you for getting sick. This hurt you a little, but you understand that it was your own stupidity that got you sick in the first place. It would’ve been bad if you had to miss a mission.

“I hope so? I really don’t want to miss any missions because I can barely move any muscles. I’m sorry, Tony.” You gave him a guilty look. “But it’s nice to know I could count on Bucky whenever I need any help.” You continued.

The rest of the team, shifted in their seats from cringing at what you just said.

Sam turned to a smirking Bucky. “You’re disgusting.” he said to him.

You finally turned your attention to Bucky. “Anyway, I never got to thank you this morning because when I woke up you were gone.” you smiled at him.

“WHAT?” Nat spoke loudly from beside you.

“You left before she woke up?!” Tony exclaimed. Steve glared at his friend, disappointed that he’d do such thing. The rest of the team were also scowling at him.

“It’s no big deal you guys, he had to stay up all night.” you defended Bucky, making him shake in his seat from now full-on laughing.

“You think this is funny, Barnes?!” Tony got up from his seat to stalk towards him. You got up as well to diffuse the situation.

“Woah, woah, woah. Why are you guys so mad at him?” you asked, standing beside Bucky who was still losing his shit on his seat.

“We know he’s been crushing on you, but he can’t just sleep with you and leave you like that!” Tony was all red from anger.

You paused from where you were standing to take in what he meant. And when it finally sank in why they were all acting so strange, you joined Bucky in laughter.

You rested your hand on Bucky’s shoulder for support, tears brimming your eyes from laughing too hard.

The team was now looking at you both in confusion.

“You thought we slept together?” You asked in between laughter.

“Well, what the hell could all of this have meant?!” Clint asked from his seat.

“I was sick and Bucky was nursing me.” you explained, composing yourself.

“Why was he in his underwear then? Because I do not need to know that you guys were role playing.” Sam interjected, a sour look on his face.

“My AC was off because I was too cold. I got sick because I raced you under a thunderstorm the night before, remember?” you said looking at Sam.

Collective Ohs were heard in the room.

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That afternoon, you were peacefully reading a book on your bed when you heard small knocks on your door.

“Come in.” you said out loud.

The door opened softly and Bucky came in with a smile on his face. “Hey, doll. How are you feeling?”

“I’m actually doing a lot better, Buck. Why, are you planning to strip off to your undies if I were sick again?” you joked, patting on a space infront of you on the bed.

“If you wanted me to so badly, all you have to do is ask, Y/N.” He chuckled and sat in front of you.

“Our friends are ridiculous.” You laughed, thinking back to what happened this morning.

“I know.” He nodded. “They got one thing right though.” he smiled at you again.

“And that is...?”

“I have been crushing on you.” He admitted, his cheeks turning a tinge of pink.

“So, I was right to tease you before.” you smiled smugly.

“Shut up.” he looked down, feeling your sheets in between his fingers.

“If it makes you feel any better, I am attracted to you too.” you admitted, and a boyish smile stretched on his lips.

“Was you being sick all a ploy to get me in my underwear?” he teased, and you smacked him playfully with a pillow near you. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

A comfortable silence passed, both of you just grinning, avoiding eye contact.

“You know, I never got to properly thank you for taking care of me.” You broke the silence.

“How could you ever repay me?” he asked in an exaggerated tone.

“Would a kiss from your crush, suffice?” you teased again, wiggling your brows playfully.

“Hey, you just said you like me too!” He defended himself. “But, yes.” he smiled sheepishly.

“Fine.” you playfully rolled your eyes before leaning in.

His lips were softer than you expected, and you could tell that he was smiling. Pulling you closer to him, both of you were getting carried away from what was supposed to be a quick peck, and missed to hear the creak from your door opening.

“I knew it!” A booming voice cut you both off. Head snapping to the doorway, Sam was standing there with a smug look on his face before leaving and letting the entire compound know that you were both lying that morning.

“Who’s gonna believe us now?” you let out a soft chuckle.

“I guess I have to ask you out on a date now, huh.” Bucky was grinning at you, playfulness lacing his tone.

“Oh, how inconvenient for you.” you gave his lips a quick before finally moving away, giggling.

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ᔕᑌᗰᗰᗩᖇY: You and Peter have always been very flirty and touchy with each other. You chalked it up to just how he is, not that you minded. But what happens when Peter gets hit with Hydra’s infamous sex pollen and all he seems to be doing is moaning your name. 

ᗯᗩᖇᑎIᑎGᔕ: smut of course lol 18+ (virgin kink?, first time!reader, experienced!Peter, etc, unprotected sex cuz i forgot to write that lol be safe though, and a digusting amount of fluff) 

ᗩ/ᑎ: (non/dub con as per usual with sex pollen fics) although i tried to make as consensual as possible 

ᗯOᖇᗪ ᑕOᑌᑎT: 4.0k (i’m so sorry this is so long lmao)

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“We’re back!” Tony shouted, his voice echoing in the building. They had gone on a mission to infiltrate yet another Hydra base.

Peter was currently sitting and watching television and you were watching from the kitchen making two drinks for you and Peter. You both looked to the team walking in before scurrying beside Bruce and Tony who walked straight into the lab. 

“What did you get this time?” you asked excitedly. Sometimes the team brings back really cool things back from missions and in particular the Hydra missions have the coolest things. Unusually, Thor too walked in the lab before you all circled around the table and Tony placed a plant. 

He backs away as did Bruce and Thor so after looking at Peter with wide eyes you both also stepped back. 

“What is it?” Peter whispered.

“A plant,” Thor said.

“Not shit, Goldilocks. What does it do? You told us to take home, now what?” Tony said.

“Well, Man of Iron, it’s a sex pollen plant.”

“A what?” you gasped.

“Most planets use this as a sort of breeding plant; some species don’t really have the… stamina that Midgardians and Asgardians have.”

As Thor explained this, Tony and Bruce huddle away from the plant moving towards the computer to write down notes and data about what Thor was telling them. You followed pursuit also being intrigued by it. 

Unfortunately Peter did not follow and instead moved closer to the plant to take a closer look. The flower was beautiful. The petals were a soft shade of periwinkle and the pollen was yellow almost like gold. The same shade of golden yellow dust swirled around the flower itself. It was hypnotizing. He really wanted to smell it.

Suddenly as Peter got closer just to give it a quick sniff, he could smell an almost overbearing amount of your scent. That delicious scent of vanilla and lavender that you smelled so nicely of. That scent that made Peter want to run his hands through your hair and his nose along your neck. 

“One thing you should never do is inhale its pollen, if one does it could heighten their desires into madness.”

Peter looked up with wide eyes knowing he just did something he probably shouldn't have done. 

“What desires exactly?” Bruce asked.

“Well, sex.”

Peter started coughing.

“Pete are you ok?” you asked walking up to him.

He looked you in your eyes and his own dilated insanely. You backed away slightly concerned for your friend only for him to take a step closer to you. The lab coated with silence analyzing his behavior since it was so unlike him. Tony got up from sitting on a stool and Thor puffed his chest anticipating his next move; he was certain the boy breathed in the plant’s pollen. 

“It smelled just like you,” he whispered close to your face; his hands reaching under your shirt slightly.

The minute he put his hands on you, all three men ran you and Peter. Bruce pulled you behind him while Tony and Thor grabbed Peter dragging him away from you. You felt hot after what Peter had just done; in front of people too. He thrashed in Thor’s and Tony’s grasp, groaning and shouting from them to let him go. 

You felt tears brimming your eyes. You did not like Peter like this. He was crying and begging to be with you, which you’ll admit surprised you. 

“What’s happening to him?” you asked from behind Banner.

“The boy seems to have inhaled the pollen as I said not to do.”

“Yeah I get that! Why is he crying? Is he hurt?” you asked.

“Not exactly, the pollen will affect his mind and simulate pain as if he were to die, but his body will be perfectly fine.”

“What?” you all said at the same time.

“How do we fix it?” Tony asked.

“Y/n, baby. Please,” Peter practically moaned making everyone kind of uncomfortable.

“Well, the only way I’m aware of is, well, sex. And it seems like Peter desires the young lady,” you eyes widened and you shifted under everyone’s stares. 

“No, no way,” Tony said; you were like a daughter to Tony and therefore boys were something he wasn’t too keen on the idea of you having. He still thinks you’re too young even though you’re already a consenting adult. 

“Tony, the boy-”

“No, I’m not letting Y/n do that. We’ll find a different cure. Take him to his room and don’t let him out.”

“Tony, are you sure about this?” Bruce asked Tony.

“Yes I’m sure, Banner. There’s no way in hell I’m putting her in that situation. It’s not fair. Now come on, more time talking, less time finding a cure.”

“Technically there’s already a cure,” Thor muttered. 

“Go!” Tony pushed him out. 

“Is he gonna be ok?” you softly asked, hearing his cries and screams for you as Thor took him to is room.

“He’s gonna be alright, bug,” Tony said, hugging you. 

Steve and Nat both walked in the lab after changing out  of their clothes concerned with all the screaming they had been hearing.

“What happened?” Nat asked.

“Thor had us bring this plant home for analysis and turns out this shit makes anyone who smells the pollen horny as hell.”

“Really? Come on Tony, we heard the kid crying and screaming. What’s really going on?” Steve didn’t believe him at first.

“He wants to… have sex,” Bruce said shyly.

“Wait really?” Nat asked.

“With who?” Steve hesitantly asked curiously.

Tony and Bruce simply look at you, which you curled into yourself feeling embarrassed. 

“Oh no, honey are you ok? Did he do anything?” Nat asked, holding your hand.

“I’m fine, I’m just worried about him.”

“Don’t. We’ll fix this I promise,” Tony said getting to work.

Well now it’s been 8 hours and Peter is still crying and moaning your name. You had been in Nat's room with her, Steve, and Bucky. Sam and Thor had been outside ‘patrolling’ Peter’s room making sure he was as ok as he can be, though it’s been proven that he seems to be in excruciating pain. 

Tony and Bruce had been in the lab the entire day, you’d think they made wonderful progress and found a cure by now but no. All they’ve found was normal samples of Peter’s… everything. He was physically perfectly fine. 

You were very quiet as they played video games and watched movies. You couldn’t help but feel burdened because you knew you could fix all of this. All you needed to do was go to Peter’s room and let him have his way with you. It’s not like you wouldn’t mind. You and Peter have always had this sort of tension and extra friendly behavior between you guys ever since you met. 

To say you hadn’t developed feelings for him would be a huge lie. 

“Are you ok?” Nat asked you.

“No, not really.”

“I know you want to help him but it’s for the better. Let Tony and Bruce find a cure.”

“Actually that won’t be happening anytime soon,” Thor said, walking with Sam. 

“What happened?” Steve asked.

“They haven’t found anything and although Peter will be physically fine, mentally he could be extremely traumatized by the time they find something, if anything. The pollen mimics physical pain until sexual ‘needs’ are fulfilled by the person they desire most,” Thor looked to you at the end. 

“I want to help him,” you said.

“Y/n, that’s not fair to you,” Steve said.

“And it’s not fair to Peter if I don’t help! He didn’t mean to smell the flower. I can't just sit here waiting for nothing to happen when I can go in there and help him!” you argued, “If I don’t, he’ll not only hate you for keeping me away from him but me too for not trying.”

“Don’t be silly, he’d never hate you,” Nat said.

“He will if I’m the reason he’s going to be traumatized for the rest of his life.”

“Come with me,” Nat said, holding your hand.

“Nat,” Steve warned.

“Steve, you and I both know this has to happen. They’re adults,” Nat shot back. 

You followed Nat out of the room. 

“Are you absolutely sure about this? Your first time should be special-”

“First time?” your eyes widen.

“Y/n, I know you're a virgin.”

“I’m not a virgin,” you mumbled.

“Really? When was your first?” she poked.

“It was- was in, it was high school,” you stuttered.

“With who?”

“... Tommy?” you said after a long moment of silence, trying to come up with a name.

“Tommy?” Nat smirked.

“Yeah, he was in my history class,” you lied.

“Ok we’ll work on that,” she said.

“On what?”

“Lying.”

“Hey, virginity is merely a social construct made by men who think their tiny dicks have the ability to change a woman’s life. It’s gonna be like a five second pump; I’ll be in and out,” Nat laughed at that.

“Ok, fine. Follow me.”

You followed her to Peter’s room where his moans and groans got louder with each step you got closer. Truthfully you were a bit nervous about the situation. Sure you did imagine your first to be extra special in a dim lit room with flowers and with someone you love. Well, now it looks like it’s going to be a dark room with your best friend who’s in the room driven by magic sex pollen, but at least you love him. 

You got to the door and Peter instantly knew you were on the other side. His senses overwhelmed him with your scent, your racing heart beat. You exchanged a few words with Nat before she hugged you and left you to go into his room alone. 

You slipped inside and immediately met with Peter crawling on the floor to you in nothing but a pair of boxers; a large prominent tent formed where his dick was. 

“Y/n, you’re here,” he rubbed your legs and kissed your thighs softly still on the floor at your feet. 

“Yeah, I am. I’m here to help you,” you said shakily.

“Oh god, you smell so good,” his hand reached up behind your thighs towards your ass and you panicked. 

“Peter wait,” you pulled his hand away. 

“What, baby? What’s wrong?” he too panicked.

“Nothing, I just… I’m kinda scared.”

“Of what? Of me?” he stood up and backed away from you.

“No! Not of you. I’ve never… done this, you know?”

“Y/n, why are doing this then- ugh!” he groaned, a wave of need and sexual frustration rushed over him making his body cramp. 

“I want to help you,” you grabbed his hand; he pulled his hand back very quickly and retracted his body over to the bed. 

“Peter, please let me help you,” you walked over to him.

“No, Y/n. I can’t do that to you.”

You were getting tired of his arguing. You wanted to do this. You rushed to him and took your shirt off hoping that’ll prove a point or something. 

“Look, look. I want to help you, Pete. Let me do that,” you cupped his face making him look at you. 

His eyes were so dilated nearly black as he looked into your eyes. His hands caressed your bare stomach and lower back making goosebumps rise across your body. He leaned forward running his nose along your neck breathing you in. He used every ounce of control he had in his body to not flip you on the bed rail you into the mattress. He had to be gentle. The idea of you never have been touched shouldn't have turned him on as much as it does. 

Your stomach fluttered and you let out a shaky breath. Arousal pooled in your underwear with each move that Peter made. Your hands rested on his shoulders unsure of what to do but thankfully Peter moved your hands in his hair and you gently ran your fingers through his curly brown locks as he kissed and nibbled at your neck. 

He moved your bra strap down your shoulder tracing his lips along your collarbone to your shoulder.

“I'm so sorry, baby,” he whispered against your skin.

“It’s ok Pete, I want to help you. Teach me. Teach me how to make you feel good.” 

He practically growled picking you up and laying you on his bed. He kissed your stomach and left small bites and purple marks littered across your belly. He looked at you to make sure you were ok before pulling your shorts down your legs and off to the side. He continued to kiss up and down your legs growing harder at the small pants and gasps you made above him. 

“I'm gonna give you a little taste, ok darling?” he whispered against your inner thighs.

You nodded and lifted your hips off the bed for Peter to easily take your underwear off. You grew embarrassed at how wet you were. Peter only chuckled before going in a licking along your entrance. You gasped and clenched your thighs together, only to wrap around Peter’s head pulling him closer to you.

This isn’t Peter’s first time eating a girl out so he was obviously quite skilled in bringing you a lot of pleasure from his tongue alone. Now in his twenties, after high school and after his identity was revealed, Peter somewhat tumbled his way into playboy town just like his mentor. 

Girls left and right shot their chance to spend a night in the spider boy’s bed. But when Peter met you, oh boy, the kid fell in love. You were this innocent little thing that Peter just wanted to hold and take care of all the time. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. He stopped seeing other women in hopes that one day you’d be out of your mind enough to give him a shot. 

Now here you were, laying in his bed like an angel, letting him have his way with you because he was shithead and smelled the flower when he wasn’t supposed to. 

Your hips squirmed around, pressure building up in the pit of your stomach. You moaned loudly as you got closer to your oragsm. Your hands went to Peter’s hair making him hum when you tugged on his hair. His vibrations pushed over the edge and you came for the first time that night on Peter’s face.

“God that was hot, baby. Are you ok?” he asked, crawling up your body after discarding his boxers.

“Yeah, that was amazing,” you cupped his face, smiling.

He leaned down and kissed you for the first time ever. His hands roamed your almost naked body except for your bra of which you still had on. Not for long of course. Peter leaned back to sit up pulling you with him so you were now sitting straddling his lap. 

You could feel his dick against you and your body shuddered in arousal. His hands wrapped around you to skillfully remove your bra, the last piece of clothing left on you. When he did so you covered yourself in instinct never having been naked in front of anyone before in your life. 

“Don’t cover up princess. You’re so beautiful. I wanna see you,” he whispered, cupping his hand under your chin so you could look at him.

“Sorry, it’s- It’s a lot,” you whispered back. 

“I know and I’ll try to go slow but if I’m not inside you right now I think I’m gonna pass out,” he moaned. 

You looked down in between your bodies to find Peter’s dick big, swollen, and red. You felt bad because you don’t know if it’ll fit inside you and it looks painful. 

“Please, Yn,” Peter had tears in eyes begging for you to take the pain away.

“Ok, I’m ready.”

Peter grabbed his cock and lined up to your entrance. You got up and slowly sank down feeling him stretching you out. With how aroused and wet you were after Peter’s mouth you were able to slide all the way down without feeling too much pain.

Peter moaned when he bottomed out and grabbed your face you kiss passionately. You moved slowly up and down and soon all the pain you felt subsided into pleasure and you too started moaning above him. 

“You look so fucking good riding me, princess.”

His words made you moan even more embarrassed that everyone can probably hear you and Peter having sex. You bit your lip in hopes to silence the moans as much as possible, but Peter didn’t like that.

“Don’t. I want everyone in this building to know who fucking you this good,” he flipped you over onto you back and started thrusting wildly. 

“Let them know what a good little girl you are for daddy. Let them know who’s name you’re gonna be screaming all night.”

“Peter oh god,” you moaned.

“Huh? You like it when I call you a good girl?”

“Yes!”

“My good girl. My little slut,” Peter groaned in your ear.

You were getting insanely close to your climax and Peter’s words only sped up the approach. 

“Daddy, I think I’m close,” you whispered, pleasure becoming overwhelming.

“Let go baby. Cum all over my cock,” he said.

Your oragsm ripped through you and you practically screamed into his ear. Pleasure came over you in a huge wave. Your eyes screwed shut and your legs wrapped around Peter’s torso pulling him impossibly close. Your body felt limp under Peter’s and when you opened your eyes Peter's face held worrisome and frustration. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“I haven’t came,” his voice trembled.

“It’s ok. We can keep going,” you said tiredly.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he buried his face in your neck.

“You won’t hurt me, Peter. I promise.”

He kissed softly before gently flipping you over and thrusted into furiously.

Six hours later Peter finally came after you did so nine times; and that was before you stopped counting. Your body shook and Peter cleaned you up. He had a small fridge where he kept drinks from time to time and grabbed a water bottle for you to drink. 

You breathed heavily after drinking a copious amount of water before laying back down. You turned to check the clock on his bedside and saw that it was around three thirty in the morning. Peter crawled into bed with you, both still naked not caring enough to change. He held you impossibly close, burying his face in your shoulder. 

“I’m so sorry. Are you ok?” he mumbled in your skin. 

“I mean it was a lot,” you chuckled.

“I swear if it weren’t for that stupid fucking pollen our first time would have been softer and special,” he said, making you look at him with surprise. 

“What do you mean?”

“Uh, well, look. Y/n, I really like you and I know that timing is horrible but it’s true. I promise.”

“Well, I like you too,” you smiled at him.

“Really?”

“Yeah!”

“Wow. God, you’re amazing. Thank you for today,” he whispered, cuddling you close.

“Of course. I’d do anything for you.” 

You both fell  asleep soundly in each other's arms until you both woke up the next day from loud yet muffled voices downstairs. The sun was shining very bright, lighting the whole room up brightly. You stirred around and peeked over Peter’s sleeping body to find that it was around noon already and you two were still in bed. 

Peter moved a bit slowly waking up. You turned around to face and watched his beautiful face slowly come to life. His eyes met your eyes and you both smiled before bursting into giggles; hiding your face in his chest. 

“We’ll have to get up soon, you know,” he said, making you sigh dramatically.

“Let’s run away, before they make fun of us. They had to have heard, right?” you said, slightly panicked.

Peter just laughed and shook his head. He reached to kiss you, moving your hair off your neck eyes widening. 

“Oh man,” he said, thumb rubbing the dark spots he left on you.

“What?” You pushed the sheets off your body feeling intensely sore. You heard Peter gasped as you trotted to a mirror.

Your body was covered in bruises and hickeys that Peter left for literally everyone to see. When you looked in the mirror you yelled Peter’s name completely shocked at the state of your body. 

“I can’t believe you!”

“Well, in my opinion I think you looking fucking sexy,” he said coming up behind you.

“I like them,” you said shyly, “But everyone’s gonna see them, no?”

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen next time.”

“Next time?”

“Hell yeah. Only if you want of course,” he chuckled, “Let’s take a shower before we grab some food.”

That was filled with giggles and little touches. Kisses were exchanged practically every minute. You both came out of the shower and Peter so generously lent you a pair of clean boxers and one of his shirts fitting way too big on you. He wore these delicious looking grey sweatpants and a tight fitted black shirt. You practically drooled over him.

“No, later,” he winked.

He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers before heading down stairs preparing for what could be an upcoming disaster. You came down stairs meeting everyone appearing to be arguing probably over what you did. Everyone noticed you two and immediately stopped conversing. 

Tony sat on a stool, arms crossed and an unamused look staring at you both while everyone else looked down or at each other, anywhere at but you guys.

“Before you say anything, everything that happened is my fault,” Peter pulled you behind him. 

Tony simply looked at you and made you feel shy and ashamed somewhat under his gaze. He told you to stay away and you didn’t listen.

“Don’t even look at her. She has nothing to do with this,” he said when Tony shifted his gaze.

“Relax, kid. Look we all talked. Thor told me about the effects the pollen can have mentally and the trauma it can impact when ‘untreated’ for too long. We weren’t going to find a cure anytime soon and I don’t even want to think about the consequences you’d have to pay because I'm a stubborn old man who didn’t like seeing the kids not be kids anymore. You both are adults and I had no right to interfere with that. Besides everyone knows you two are in love.”

“We’re not in love,” Peter mumbled.

“Love is such a strong word,” you mumbled simultaneously. 

“Don’t argue with me,” Tony said. 

“Sorry,” you both whispered.

“I’m sorry,” he admitted.

“We also agreed that starting today we will be installing soundproofing in both of your rooms and Y/n, maybe put some ice on…” he pointed to your neck but then waved around your whole body because you were pretty beaten up. 

“Thanks, guys,” Peter said holding your hand again.

“Congrats on getting the girl finally,” Steve said.

Before you two left you saw Nat wink at you and you smiled running away with Peter most likely to go cuddle and maybe fuck another round if your body feels better. As much as you hate to admit, thank god Peter smelled that fucking plant. 

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the moment i knew // bucky barnes

Summary: When Bucky comes back from a mission with Natasha you can’t help but think something has changed between you and start doubting if this relationship is something Bucky really wants.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: insecure reader, jealousy, miscommunication, curse words, angst, fluff, drunk reader 

A/N: As always, please remember English is not my first language. I tried my best to write this, please don’t be rude. Also, thanks to @pistachoz​ for helping me and proofreading this!!

divider by @firefly-graphics​

You had never considered yourself as someone jealous, you believed it was an awful feeling, irrational. But you couldn't help the sense of discomfiture forming in the pit of your stomach when there was evidence for you to feel that way. Bucky has been on a mission with Natasha for two weeks, this was the first time the two were sent alone. In the beginning, you didn’t worry about it because- you were aware of the past your boyfriend and the black widow shared, but Bucky had always assured you that it was in the past and he didn't see her as anything more than a friend. He made sure to show you every day how in love he was with you, and you didn’t remember the last time you felt this happy with someone. 

But this mission changed everything. 

Bucky usually calls you to check on you, even if he’s busy he always finds a way to text or call you, but this time he hadn’t even answered you. You got worried at first, millions of thoughts of what could have happened racing in your mind, but when Natasha contacted Tony to assure him they were okay, all you could wonder was why hadn't your boyfriend contacted you.

You gave him the deficit of the doubt and tried not to take his avoidance the wrong way but when they came back, he went straight to his room without even sparing a glance your way. What game was he playing at? What has happened on that mission to make your boyfriend act this way?

“You should go to talk to him,” Wanda advised  “I’m sure there’s a reason for him acting this way”

“Oh yeah? And what is it?” you scoffed. 

You were in Wanda’s bedroom. She was your best friend, always supporting you when you needed it, this time was no different.

“Y/N, you know Bucky. He’s not that kind of guy. I’m sure there’s a reason. Stop being stubborn and go to talk to him”

You looked at her; she was giving you the “mom look”. You sighed. You loved Bucky, and you didn’t want to lose him. There had to be a reason, right? You knew he loved you, he even said he wanted to grow old and have a future with you. 

You get up from Wanda’s bed. “You’re right,” You walked out of your friend’s bedroom and made your way to your boyfriend’s room. When you reached the corner of his hallway, you hear a door opening and people laughing. You put your head out the corner and you saw Natasha on the doorstep of your boyfriend’s bedroom. He was there too. Shirtless. She laughed at something he said and you didn’t catch and she smacked his right arm in a joking way. He was laughing too. You had never seen your boyfriend laugh that way with anyone other than you. Or Steve. And maybe Sam. But with Natasha? Never. Also, he hated when people invaded his personal space and touched him without permission.

You huffed as tears pricked at the back of your eyes and made your way back to your friend’s bedroom. Once there, you closed the door and slid to the floor. All the anger you once had turning bitterly into sadness, poisoning every fiber in your being. Tears started to blossom on your eyes and sliding through your cheeks. Wanda ran towards you and embraced you in her arms, asking what had happened, stroking your hair, in an attempt of calming you.

Sobbing you tried to tell her what you saw, the more you cried the hard it was talking and breathing for you. Wanda got you up from the floor and walked you to her bed, she cupped your face in her hands and wiped the tears from your cheeks.

“Breath, Y/N” She breathed in and on with you until you calmed a little. 

You didn’t understand how he could do this to you. After all the things you had done for him. All the panic attacks, all the nightmares, and the sleepless nights you shared with him. And that is the way he repaid you? Going on your back with your friend?

And Nat, you had trusted her, the countless times you had told her things you would say to anyone, she was your friend and she assured she felt nothing for him anymore. She assured what happened between her and Bucky was done. You feel betrayed by two of the most important people in your life. 

If he wasn’t happy with you, he could have told you. Yes, it would have hurt, but not much hurt as the one you were feeling right now.

“Are you sure that was what you saw? Maybe you misinterpreted it,” Wanda was trying to help, knowing Bucky and Natasha, it was impossible to think they would do such a thing to you.

“Wanda, if you saw Vis shirtless laughing at night with another woman in his bedroom, and this woman is touching him, what would you think? How can you misinterpret that?” It wasn’t about being open-minded, permissive, or controlling. It was about respect. There are things you don’t do if you are in a relationship with someone. He was out a lot of nights with Sam and Steve, and you were okay with that. You didn’t mind if he has girl-friends. But what you saw today and his attitude towards you in the last two weeks was something you could not ignore.

Wanda paused for a moment, thinking about what to say to you to make you feel better “Well…if they’re really doing this to you, then fuck them. They don’t deserve you,” your friend stated, “this defines them, but not you.” 

You sniffled wiping your nose with the back of your hand. Your eyes were red from crying and they started to hurt. “Can I sleep here tonight?”

You usually slept with Bucky, either you went to his room or he came to yours. But tonight that wasn’t an option. Possibly, that wouldn’t be an option anymore.

“Of course,” She wasn’t going to leave you alone when you were going through such a hard time. You had always been there for her, and now she was going to be there for you.

When Pietro died, and she came to the Avengers Compound you were the first one to came and check up on her, you didn’t ask her how she was feeling, that was a stupid and obvious question, you just stay there with her, offering your support. And from that moment she knew you were going to be a very important part of her life.

“Now try to sleep. If you don’t rest, you won’t heal”

The next day came sooner than you would have wanted to. The sunlight coming through the windows made you rub your eyes. 

“How did you sleep?” Wanda was lying next to you, she had just woken up a few seconds before you. 

“Not my best night,” You sat up in bed and rubbed your temples. 

You felt her hand on your shoulder and you looked at her “I’m with you, okay?” You’re not alone,” She gave you a reassuring smile.

You were going to have to face Bucky and Natasha, and you weren’t prepared for that. When you reached the kitchen, you could hear their laughs again. The same laughs from last night. You took a deep breath and pursed your lips, trying to suppress the tears that were starting to form in your eyes. Not again. Not in front of them.

When your boyfriend noticed your presence, he turned his attention towards you, a wide smile spread on his face. “Hey, doll” He started to make his way to you “I went to your room last night but you weren’t there” Was he seriously like he didn’t ignore you for two weeks and yesterday acted like you didn’t exist? What a scoundrel.

He hovered over you, trying to wrap his arms around you but you dodged him. A confused look formed on his face. “I slept with Wanda. You seemed very busy, didn’t want to bother you.” You didn’t let him answer, just made your wake to the counter to pour two coffee mugs, one for you and one for your best friend.

Everybody was wearing confused looks at your behavior, you had never acted this way towards Bucky; you were quite the opposite, always hugging, kissing, or holding hands. Your PDA was something that drove the team crazy sometimes, but they were happy for you. Acting like this set alarms on everybody’s head. What the hell happened between you two?

Bucky tried to talk to you the whole day but managed to slip through his fingers. He wanted an explanation. He wanted to know what he had done to make you act this way towards him. You two were fine when he left on that mission, so what had happened in that two weeks he was gone?

He finally found his chance when he caught you alone in the gym. This time you wouldn’t walk away.  

“Y/N,” his voice was firm but not harsh, “Can we talk, please?”

“I don’t have time” You kept punching the bag and ignoring his presence. That’s it. He had enough. He grabbed your arm and turned you to him. Face to face.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Let me go” You pointed at your grabbed arm with your eyes and he let you go. 

Bucky huffed. “What did I do?”

You looked at him perplexed. Was he being serious?  “Are you really asking me that?”

“Y/N, honestly. I don’t know what I did.”

“You didn’t call, and neither answered any of my texts.”

“Really? That’s why you are mad? My phone broke and I couldn’t contact you”

You chuckled. What a lame excuse. “Of course. What about Nat then? You could have asked for her phone”

He frowned. “I told her to text to you, to tell you I was okay”

“Well, she didn’t”

“Maybe she forgot. I don’t know. It’s not much of a deal”

You were starting to get exasperated. He didn’t get it. 

“You know what, Bucky? Fuck you!” That was the last thing you said to him before you left the gym. Wanda was right. He didn’t deserve you, and he didn’t deserve your tears either. 

You didn’t hear of Bucky for the rest of the day. Now you were sitting in your bed, a framed picture of the two of you in your hands. Your eyes started burning. You missed him. You didn’t want to miss him. You two were happy, didn’t you? You didn’t understand what you had done wrong. 

You hear a knock on your door, you put the frame down on your bed and wiped your eyes. “Come in” 

The door of your bedroom opened to let you see who you used to consider a friend. What was she doing here?

“Get out” you got up from bed abruptly and pointed at the door. Natasha looked at you shocked. 

“Y/N, w-” you didn’t let her finish her sentence. 

“OUT. NOW.” But she didn’t budge. She just stayed there, looking at you. You finally got tired and pushed her out of your bedroom.

“Y/N, Calm down. I just wanna talk to you” You didn’t answer, closing the door in her face. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.” you called the AI system.

“Yes? Miss Y/N.”

“I don’t want anyone in my room. Don’t let anyone in. Only Wanda.”

“Alright. Miss Y/N. Do you want me to let Miss Maximoff know that you want to see her?”

“Yes, please.”

F.R.I.D.A.Y did as you told, and a few minutes later you hear a knock at your door. “Y/N. It’s me” You opened the door and crashed into the arms of your best friend. 

“Let’s get out of here. Please get me out of here.” The redhead looked at you worried.

“What happened?” she questioned.

“I don't wanna talk about it now. I just- I can’t be here”

Wanda looked at you sympathetically and wiped the tears off your face the same way she did last night. 

“Okay,” she nodded “Let’s get out. We are going to have a girls day”

When you came back to the compound it was late at night. You were stumbling, arm slugged on Wanda’s neck. You had drunk a little too much, trying to cop-out. Your mother always said that being drunk is the anesthesia of the fools.

“Best night EVER!” you yelled, raising your fist to the air.

Wanda hushed you. You were going to wake up the rest of the team. “Wan, you're so hot.” you keep babbling, Wanda laughed, she was going to make sure to remind you this night tomorrow. “I love you soooooo much”

“I love you too, Y/N”

“You’re like my best best friend” 

“You drank too much, Y/N. You need to sleep”

You shook your head, “No, no Imma go talk to him”

Wanda dragged to your best. “You’re going to sleep. You can talk to Bucky tomorrow”

“NOW!”

“Now you’re going to sleep” Wanda stated, getting tired of your drunk state. You looked at her, she looked so intimidating, you nodded like a scared puppy and did as she told. The moment your body hit your bed you fell asleep. “You’ll thank me tomorrow,” She said before stepping out of your room.

Sunlight streams golden through the window. You raised your heavy eyelids halfway only for them to fall shut again. The aching in your skull ebbs and flows like a cold tide. Now you understand why they call it a hangover. Perhaps some painkillers would help.

You hear a knock on your door, you groaned and wrapped yourself in your duvet, hoping that whoever was out the door would just go away. But the knock persists, louder each time.

Once on your feet the room swayed, almost causing you to lose balance and you reached for the wall. This feeling made you think you had to have fun last night but somehow it wasn’t in your memory.

The reflection on the mirror in the wall shows no sign of the glamour girl of last night. You rubbed your eyes before opening the door. 

“Wanda told me you would need this,” Bucky handed some painkillers and a glass of water in his hands. The cracking in your head and your dry mouth were too strong to ignore them and to kick out your boyfriend. You took the pill from his hand and threw them in your mouth followed by the glass of water.

“Fun night?” he asked, entering the room and closing the door.

“You could say that”

Bucky sat in your bed as you went into the bathroom. “You never handed alcohol well,” he chuckled under his breath.

“Bucky, what do you want?” you asked tiredly

“You and I have a pending conversation”

You sighed. “Now it’s not the best moment. Besides, I look awful”

“You always look beautiful,” he said softly, walking carefully to you, he brushed a piece of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear.

“Don't do this. Not now.” you closed your eyes, melting under his touch.

“Don’t do what? Telling you how I feel?”

“What happened between you and Nat?” you finally asked, the alcohol remaining in your system putting your defenses down. You didn’t want to fight. You just wanted to know. What Natasha had that you hadn’t?

Your question didn’t startle Bucky, not shocked him either. Little you know, Wanda had gone to his room last night, after she made sure you were asleep to question Bucky about his behavior towards you on the last few weeks. She cared for you, so much. You were like a sister to her, and she wouldn’t let anyone take advantage of you or make you feel like you weren’t worthy.

“There’s nothing between me and Natasha. I promise.” he said sincerely “I’m in love with you.”

“Then why didn’t you call or text me? Two weeks, Bucky. I hadn't heard from you in two weeks. You had me worried. We always call and text each other when we are on a mission”

“I told you, my phone broke. I told Nat to text you, I don’t know why she didn’t do it. I’m sorry”

You looked down. Bucky has never lied to you, and he has never given you a motive to mistrust him.

“What about the day you came? You ignored me the whole day”

“I was tired. All I wanted was to clean up and rest.”

“With Natasha?” you inquired

He looked at you confused, not knowing what you were talking about. “I went to your room that night, Natasha was there and you were shirtless”

He rubbed his face. “Oh, Y/N. That doesn’t mean what you think,” you looked at him, waiting for him to explain himself  “She just came to check up on me, I just came out of the shower, she didn’t even come in”

“You were laughing, though.”

“And you think that means I cheat on you? You always laugh with Steve and Sam. And I don’t think you are cheating on me with them. Why is Natasha any different?”

“Because-” you were ashamed of showing your insecurities to Bucky. “she had you first.” You couldn’t help to compare yourself to your friend, she was prettier, she was smart. She was everything you were not.

“And you have me now,” he cupped your face “And I want you forever.”

Bucky bent down and closed the gap between you. Finally feeling his lips in yours and- oh god. How have you missed the way he feels. He kissed you with so much gentleness like you were going to break any minute, but that wasn’t what you wanted right now; you needed to let him know that you were there, you wanted to feel every part of his body against yours and reassure yourself that he wasn’t going anywhere. You knotted your fists in his shirt, pulling him closer if that was even possible. He groaned, his hands firmly on your hips and lips agape. When you pulled away you smiled and touched his lips with your fingers. “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too, doll,” he said circling his arms around you making his way towards your bed until you hit the mattress, his body hovering over yours. “We have so much time to make up to.” 

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[angstysebfan]

The Past Can Break You - 5

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning: implied smut, angst is back

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The next 2 weeks were amazing. Bucky really turned everything around and showed you that he was committed to you. It made you feel so much better. While you felt bad that he now completely avoided Dot, because she is still out of place, you didn’t feel that bad because you knew she was bad news. Whenever she saw you and Bucky together she would scoff and glare at you. It made you uncomfortable.

One day the whole Avengers team was called into a meeting to discuss an upcoming mission. Per Steve and Tony, everyone, except you, were needed. You didn’t like the thought of staying behind with Dot in the compound, but you were a team player, and wouldn’t argue. Bucky on the other hand let Steve have it with both barrels.

“Steve you know the situation with Dot. Can’t someone else stay behind?” he said to Steve.

Steve sighed, “Yes, I know this will be difficult, but everyone else is needed for their skill. Y/N’s skills aren’t needed on this mission. She agreed, so why are you fighting me on this?” Steve argued back.

“Of course Y/N won’t fight this, but I am trying to protect her from Dot. You remember how vicious Dot can be, and I don’t want her to upset Y/N when we just started to get back on track,” Bucky said.

“Look Buck, I get it. I do. But this is how it is. The compound is big enough that Y/N won’t need to be anywhere near Dot. By the way, when are you going to tell her that she needs to start looking for employment and another living situation. She makes everyone uncomfortable. Even Tony is starting to get annoyed at all her questions about FRIDAY, and he loves showing people how smart he is,” Steve asked.

“I-I don’t know. I mean I know I have to do it, especially after what she’s pulled, but I still feel bad for her. I mean she didn’t ask for this to happen, and doesn’t deserve to be thrown out on her ass, but I know it’s the right thing to do. I’ll talk to Y/N about it and see if she has any ideas. Maybe if we help setting her up I will feel better about it,” Bucky said.

“Yea, I know. Let me know if you need help. But we gotta get packed and head to the quinjet. And please don’t worry about Y/N. Your girl is strong, and she knows how Dot is. She will be fine. Besides, we are only gone for like 24 hours, what could happen?” Steve asked.

Bucky didn’t respond and watched as Steve walked out of the meeting room. He ran his hands through his hair, what could happen? He hoped nothing, but he didn’t trust Dot. It’s funny the way she is acting now didn’t bother him when he was in the 40s, but now, because of you, he sees that she is not as great as he thought.

Bucky sighs and heads to your shared room to find you packing his bag for him. He smiles as he walks in, “Hey baby,” he says.

You look up at him and give him a bashful smile, “Figured I would help you out,” you said.

Bucky walks up to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace. He looks into your eyes, and all you see is love and admiration in them. He leans in and connects his soft lips with yours. After a moment he deepens the kiss and you feel his tongue on your lower lip. You open you mouth in response, allowing him full access. When the need to breath becomes too great you pull away, panting.

“You’re only going to be gone a day,” you say with a chuckle.

Bucky also laughs, “Will you be ok? Here? With... her?” he asks.

You brush your hand through his soft hair, “Yea. I’ll stay clear of her as much as I can. But I’ll be ok,” you say.

Bucky pecks your lips again. “When I come home, I was wondering if you could help me with something,” he asks.

You look at him with confusion, “Like what?” you ask.

“I think it’s time for Dot to go off on her own, but I don’t want to just kick her out and make her fend for herself. I was thinking you could help me find her a job and a place to live? I would just feel better if I know I wasn’t kicking her out with nowhere to go,” he asks.

You smile and nod, “Sure. I’ll be glad to help. I’ll start while you’re gone,” you say. 

Bucky kisses you one more time, “I’ll be back tomorrow. I love you, Doll,” he says.

“I love you too, Buck.”

--

You have to say you are surprised when you find yourself not running into Dot at all. It’s almost like she doesn’t want to be near you either, which is fine. She has spent most of the last 24 hours in the lab, while you stayed in your room looking up possible jobs and apartment for her. 

You thought it was nice of Bucky to at least help set her up and not throw her to the wolves. It was something you admired about Bucky, his big heart. You both have been texting before the mission, but since then you haven’t heard from him. You hope everything is ok. 

“FRIDAY, any update on the team?” you ask the AI.

“No agent, I’m sorry,” she responds.

You decide to take a nap in hopes that when you wake up your boyfriend will be home. You want your family home safe and sound.

--

You woke up to the sounds of the team in the hallway. You walk out and see Nat and Wanda and hug them hello. You head toward the common room hoping to see the guys, but don’t. You walk back toward the elevator and heard something from Dot’s room.

“Oh Dot, I’ve missed you so much, Doll,” you hear Bucky moan.

You gasp in horror as you continue listening to Dot moan and beg for Bucky to go harder. You can’t help the tears that begin to fall as you hear your boyfriend and his ex having sex.

“So good baby, you’re so good. Taking me so well, you feel amazing. No one is like you, I love you so much,” Bucky moaned.

You’ve heard enough and turn, running back to your shared room. You can’t be near him when he comes in pretending he didn’t just fuck his ex. Your heart is in a million pieces as his voice continues to play in your head. All you hear is her and his moans and his words. He loves her. It will always be her. Maybe you just need to learn to accept that.

--

“Buck, I think you should have told Y/N you got hurt. She is going to be worried about you,” Steve scolded.

“Look, I know my girl. She will be mad at first, but then she will nurse me back to health. I will have to convince her to ride me later, but it will be so worth it,” Bucky says with a smirk as the doctor continues to pull out shards of shrapnel from his side.

“Seriously man? TMI!” Sam complained before leaving Medbay.

Bucky laughed and then hissed as the doctor pulled another shard out. “How much longer? I don’t want Y/N to think I’m dead if she knows we are back,” Bucky asked the doctor.

“One more piece... and....” she pulls the large piece out, “There! Now I will quickly clean and bandage. no stitches cause you will heal fast, but please no sex tonight. You might bleed all over her,” the doctor said with a glare.

Bucky and Steve laugh. “Oh I talked to Y/N about helping me out with Dot and she agreed. I figured it was best to have her involved with that situation from now on,” Bucky says to Steve as the doctor cleans and bandages his side.

“Good idea, less messy that way. I hope everything went well here with the 2 of them,” Steve says.

“I’ll find out,” Bucky says as he puts his shirt on. 

Both men walk to the elevator and head to their floor. They say their goodbyes in the hall as Bucky opens the door to your shared apartment. You aren’t in there, which confuses him, but he figures maybe you went to the kitchen.

When he walks into the bathroom he senses something is wrong. None of your toiletries are there. It was different from when you cleaned, plus his was still there. He walks back out to your room and sees that everything on your nightstand is gone too. Now he starts to panic as he goes to the closet and sees that all your clothes are gone. He tries to not have a panic attack because that will slow him down. He goes to head to the door and sees a piece of paper on the floor:

Bucky,

I guess I’m the stupid one. I’m stupid to think that everything you said to me was true. I was stupid to think that I could compete with your one true love. I was stupid to think that you really loved me. Well I won’t be stupid anymore. No need to lie and say what I heard isn’t true. I hope you and Dot are very happy together in your new apartment, but I’m done. Have a nice life.

Bucky dropped the letter and fell to his knees as tears pool down his cheeks. What the hell happened that you up and left him? You are angry with him, and he doesn’t understand why. He allows himself to cry for a moment before rereading it.

Dot.

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Chapter 4 / Chapter 6

Oh Dot you dirty bitch! Feedback is appreciated.

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[marvel-fanfic-writer-8675]

Nothing to Tell

Bucky x reader

Warnings: Angst, talk of miscarriage through violence, violence, cursing, lots and lots of angst, slightly fluffy ending, Fury being an absolute asshole

Summary: you were pregnant with Bucky’s child

“What do they mean?” Bucky asked. You, Bucky and the team had gotten a message from a Hydra base that said ‘we will kill more of the people you love Winter Soldier, until we get you back.’ “What do they mean MORE of the people I love.” You looked down at your feet and Wanda looked at you sympathetically, she could read minds, she knew what Hydra were talking about. Everyone else on the team was confused as well. “So you gonna tell him?” Wanda whispered to you, forgetting Steve and Bucky’s super hearing. “Tell him what?” Steve asked accusingly. “There’s nothing to tell.” You stated blankly. “There obviously is, you know what’s happening, don’t you?” Tony added accusingly. You gulped, “Buck, can I speak with you privately?” “No I think you need to share with the whole team.” Steve answered for his best friend. You sighed while Steve continued annoyingly to your protests that you needed to speak to him alone, “no, no if it effects the team it should be shared with the team.” “Fine!” You snapped, “ I know what Hydra is talking about when they say more.” Everyone looked at you questionably. “I….I was pregnant, about a month ago. I was planning on telling Bucky but the day before I could Hydra found out and went for it.” There were now tears in your eyes as you continued to explain, “that mission Fury made me go on, despite my protests and I even told him about it, he said I’d be fine, I wasn’t. Hydra saw their moment and took it. I….I…miscarried. Hydra killed the baby.” You looked at Bucky’s face to see his reaction, his face was full of sadness, anger and regret. He stormed out, headed to the gym most likely, you just sat there crying while the rest of the team left, Wanda and Nat staying to comfort you.

Bucky was punching and punching, till his hand was bleeding. Mad at himself, Fury and Hydra. Himself because if he wasn’t the Winter Soldier, Hydra wouldn’t have gone after the baby. Fury for obviously sending you on that mission even though he knew you were pregnant. And Hydra, for attacking what he cared about most. He was slightly annoyed at you for not telling him but he was more focused on his anger towards himself, Fury and Hydra.

“Hey pal,” Steve called out cautiously, gauging if his friend wanted to be alone or someone to talk to. “Your girl’s worried about ya.” He continued, at the mention of you Bucky stopped punching, his breath’s steadying out. “Tell her I’m alright, I’m just gonna stay down here for a while, work out a bit.” “Buck, no. You and I do the same thing when we are upset and angry, we shut people out and punch the bag till it breaks, then we just get another bag. You can’t do that this time, go up and see her, talk with her, just let your feelings out, the anger, the tears, the hopes that were lost.” Bucky nodded his head and went up to your shared room.

Knock knock, “doll?” All he heard as a response was crying so he went in and saw you on the bed sitting cross cross, holding an ultrasound photo, crying. So he went and hugged you and he started crying after seeing the picture. You guys sat like that for at least 20 minutes crying in each other’s arms. “‘M sorry doll.” “It’s not your fault Buck, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” “I understand doll it’s alright, love you.” “Love you too.” You gave him a kiss and you both fell asleep for a nap.

When you both woke up it was time for a full on talk about the situation. You explained in full what had happened. “I found out a week before the mission, I was 2 months pregnant, I went and got an ultrasound and was planning on telling you, then I got sent on that mission, so I told myself I’d tell you after. Hydra had apparently been watching me and figured out I was pregnant. They aimed for the stomach, all their punches, kicks, everything. The trauma was enough to cause me to miscarry. Then I wanted to tell you but it felt pointless, I felt depressed, and I just couldn’t, I don’t know why.” “That’s why you were acting odd when you got back? I thought you had just been effected by the mission, I should’ve checked on you.” You smiled softly at Bucky and gave him a quick kiss, “you didn’t do anything wrong love. Don’t beat yourself up about it, also, don’t blame yourself like I know you are, it was not your fault in the slightest.” Bucky frowned, “but it was doll, if I wasn’t the winter soldier then..” “then you wouldn’t be here right now with me.” You interrupted, “well yeah but if you had it with another guy then-“ “then Hydra still would’ve killed them because I’m an Avenger. It’s not your fault love, it never was and it never will be.” “I wish I could just put a force field around you, keep you safe at all times,” Bucky said hugging you tightly. You reciprocated the hug, “me too Buck, me too, I want us both to be safe, always, but that’s not how our lives work I suppose.” You guys ordered in food and kept to just the two of you for the rest of the day, you would deal with Hydra, and their message, another day. That night was filled with cuddles and tears and sharing hopes.

“I always imagined having a kid before the war, playing catch and being the fun parent.” Bucky said reminiscently. “What makes you think you’d be the fun parent? I can be fun.” You sassed, “fine, we can both be the fun parent, and the stern parent; at the same time,” he compromised and you agreed. “After the war I never thought of having kids, never thought I deserved it, till I met you, I want to have kids with ya doll, I’m excited to. Sending them to Steve and Sam when we need a night off,” he laughed, “I don’t know if that’s a good idea Buck…Didn’t Steve keep getting into fights back in the day,and deciding that climbing trees was a good idea and proceeding to fall and break his arm, and I’m sure there’s tons of other stories of Steve making bad decisions, and we want to trust this guy with our kid?” Bucky had a look of realization, “yeah so maybe Steve isn’t the best babysitter, maybe Barton or Pepper, they are more responsible…..”

The next day Fury had Friday demand to see you and Bucky in the conference room. “I hear you guys took a personal day yesterday? The same day I hear there’s a major Hydra threat and clue. Do you know how irresponsible that was? I thought you guys were professionals, my best agents! Instead you go off and play hide the cucumber when you should be working! Unacceptable!!” Bucky was now seeing red, you were to. “You want to talk about unacceptable and irresponsible? How about sending my PREGNANT WIFE into a Hydra battlefield, causing her to lose our baby! That! That right there is unacceptable and I should really punch you in that stupid mouth! I think loosing that eye finally caused some brain damage!” Bucky was full on yelling, the whole team could hear. “She was the only one that could do it,” Fury argued, “I didn’t know they knew she was pregnant.” “Only one my ass.” You mumbled. Bucky then did punch Fury who was now looking angrier than before. “That’s it! You two have let personal problems get in the way too much, I was going to let you off with a warning, but I really should fire you both!” “Go ahead try me you pirate asshole! See if I care! Because you know what? I quit anyway, I don’t want to work for you, I can find a better job that actually cares about its workers.” You flipped him off and left the room. Bucky also quit and punched Fury again before leaving.

The rest of the team was also furious with Fury but didn’t quit, someone had to help the world, and without SHIELD, government could, and would arrest them if they tried to help. The team was sad to see you guys move out, but you had found a nice home on the outskirts of the town where you could be happy together, and possibly even try for another kid and get a cat, According to Bucky. You promised to visit and have the team over a lot, you also added for them to give you a call if there was ever huge danger and they needed two more supers to help fight.

P.S thinking of writing a fluffy sequel to this, what do y’all think?

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