#zemo flirt

[thecoldsoldiers]

why are you using tea to target Zemo?

“By the time he figures it out I have at least a five minute head start. He was the leader of a Sokovian kill squad so I need that.”

#he just likes testing Zemo #it’s practically flirting #anon #Bucky answers

[sweetbuckybarnes]

Who is This? - Bucky x Reader

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky had a wife during the 40s, she was left heartbroken after the telegram arrived (missing, presumed dead). It's surprising when 80 years later, she was working behind a bar in Madripoor of all places!

Bucky followed Sam and Zemo into a loud bar, he immediately wanted to turn around and go home, why had Zemo demanded he go back to being the Winter Soldier (even if it was one night)?

The sound of heavy drums and guitars also deafened his hearing, a song he had come to learn was The Wild Boy by a band called Duran Duran. A few bartenders and waitresses were walking around, there was only one who stuck out to him - a dark-haired young woman who reminded him too much of his departed wife.

His heart breaks even more, thinking of the woman he had left behind, his girl. The love of his life. Bucky doesn't think he will ever 'get over' her.

The way the young woman walked, carrying a tray of empty glasses (before being tossed an empty bottle by a patron), was so similar to the way his girl walked in the hole-in-the-wall diner she worked in.

She wasn't quick enough to duck under the bar before they got to the door leading upstairs (which was coincidentally next to the bar), Zemo was talking to the bouncer. "Excuse me, gentlemen," the young woman said, squeezing between the back of Zemo and the front of Bucky. Which is when he got a good look at her face.

There she was.

His girl. His wife.

He couldn't even say anything to her, as he was taken upstairs and away from his girl. He could only hope he would be allowed back in at the end of the night to see her.

Y/N Barnes made her way behind the bar, glancing up at the TV where the Kansas City Chiefs were currently playing the Buffalo Bills at Arrowhead Stadium, then down at her phone which showed the live score of the Dodgers game against the San Francisco Giants.

She had been a long-time Dodgers girl, even after she found out they had moved from Brooklyn to Los Angeles.

"Did you see the way he was looking at you?" Yasmine asked, pushing a dry Martini in front of a 26-year-old woman.

Y/N looked up from the glasses she was putting in the dishwasher. "Huh? What are you talking about?"

"One of the men who went upstairs. The way he was looking at you," Yasmine fans her hand for dramatic effect. "I would drop my panties for him in a millisecond."

"Like you don't do that every night."

Yasmine rolled her eyes and served the next half-drunk who had come to the bar.

"Don't listen to her," Anastasia told her, rolling her eyes as Yasmine flirted with her current flavour of the week.

"It's not often I do, darling," Y/N replied, fiddling with Anastasia's curls for a second, before spotting a patron. "What can I get for you, darling?"

He hung off the bar, obviously far too drunk to understand what was going on. "Another beer and your phone number," he slurred.

She shook her head, reaching over and grabbing him another beer. As far as the boss of the bar (whoever that was) was concerned unless they were unconscious- why should you stop serving them? Y/N thought it wasn't right, but no matter how often she voiced this - she was shut down.

She set the beer in front of him and then went to the register to add it to his bill (good thing she currently has his credit card behind the bar).

"Oi, sweet cheeks!" He calls, but Y/N doesn't pay attention looking over at Yasmine and Anastasia with a raised eyebrow. "Sweet cheeks! I asked for your number."

Y/N replied by simply raising her hand proudly displaying her engagement and wedding rings to the drunk. It was only a small diamond (given Bucky worked on the docks before he was deployed), and the plain band she inherited from her great-grandmother.

"What's the matter with that 'un?" He hiccups. "He got you costume jewellery or somethin'?"

Y/N shook her head. "I'm going into the back for a moment," she tells Aidan.

Little did the drunk patron know, all those years ago, this was the date she was handed the telegraph - putting in such blunt words. Her James was missing, they presumed him to be dead. It breaks her heart that they never got to have a proper funeral.

"You alright, honey?" Elizabeth (another one of the waitresses) asked, she had been outside on her break. Elizabeth was the only one who knew her true age and about her James.

"It's the day I found out James was missing," Y/N said, before bursting into more tears.

Elizabeth wrapped Y/N up in a hug, everyone oblivious to the fact that Y/N's presumed dead husband was now running through the bar, flocked by Sam and Zemo, and into the alley behind the bar.

When Bucky was sure Zemo, Sam and Sharon were asleep, he slipped out of the safe house and into the night - determined to find out if the woman he saw in the bar was that of his (presumably? should be?) dead wife.

He eventually made his way to the front door of the bar, the bouncers had long since gone home. He could see lights on in the building and just about make out words being spoken thanks to the Super Soldier serum running through his veins.

He grasped the handle and gave it a push, the door hadn't been locked, as it gave beneath the slight push.

He could see three young women sitting on the bar, a man who was counting the money from the register and another man who was dancing.

The young woman sitting closest to the bar, had golden curls hanging around her head. "Mark, you didn't lock the door!"

The man dancing, Mark, looked over at Bucky, eyes widening when he saw the size of Bucky. "I say we just serve him, then lock the door behind him."

As the bartenders and waitress argued amongst themselves, Bucky's eyes never left the woman in the middle. It looked as if she had been crying. "Babydoll?"

The woman stopped giggling, tipping her head back to normal and looked at him, before dropping her glass as tears welled up in her eyes. "James?"

The curly-haired woman gasped, setting her glass down and giving Y/N a push off the bar.

Bucky held his arms out to catch her as her feet landed on the floor. He couldn't stop looking at her big eyes, he'd always loved her big expressive eyes. He always knew how she was feeling by just a look in her eyes.

"James? Is that you?" Her hand came out slowly, and shakily, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing in front of her.

"Hi, babydoll," Bucky smiled, tears starting to fall down his cheeks, a heavy sob held tightly in his chest at the moment in time. As soon as her fingers met his skin, Bucky let out a heavy sigh of relief, reaching over and pulling her into his arms. Y/N's arms dug themselves away from his chest and up around his neck before her hand soon started fiddling with his hair.

The couple stood there for a moment, finally finding their slice of peace. Some came barging into the bar, and the dark-haired woman who had been sitting on the other side of Y/N practically demanded Mark lock the door before the Hounds of Baskerville came in.

Y/N was so happy to finally have her James back in her arms, but there was a whirling sound she couldn't let go. "What's that noise?"

Bucky looked from his wife to his arm and back to his bride. "I'll explain everything to you later, but... I lost my arm, and I now have a prosthetic one," he tells her, letting go of her for a moment so he could take his glove off and show her the black and gold Vibranium one he had made.

"Ok, James. It's a good thing you gave me this," she reached beneath her top and pulled a ring out from beneath, hanging from a chain. "Before you were deployed."

Bucky smiled, cupping her face so he could kiss her. Bucky pulled away chuckling a little. "Babydoll, will you please put my ring back on?"

She reached behind her to unclasp the chain, and slid Bucky's band off, "if it doesn't fit we'll get it resized."

"I don't care what size it is, as long as you put my ring back where it belongs," Bucky almost growled, a piece of him falling back into place with the ring back on his finger.

The next morning - Sam, Zemo and Sharon came into the living room, seeing Bucky sleeping on the sofa (Sam was expecting this, after being told by Steve), however, there was a lump lying next to Bucky they didn't recognise.

Sam slowly makes his way over, gently easing down the thick blanket lying over Bucky and the lump.

Lying there, practically on top of the 'bionic staring machine' was a young woman.

"Did he somehow pick up a girl?" Sam whispered. Sam and Sharon were trying to be quiet - however, Zemo (who didn't care) started clattering around the kitchen, causing Bucky to wake up in a start, which then caused the young woman to look up with tired owl-like eyes.

"What the hell is going on?" Bucky nearly demanded, keeping his arms wrapped around his companion.

Sam raised his eyebrow. "I could ask you the same question, Barnes?" Sam looked at the young woman in Bucky's arms. "Who is this?"

Bucky looked down at her, Sam watched as a smile grew on his face. "This is Y/N. Y/N Barnes. My wife."

#bucky fic #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #sam wilson #sharon carter #baron zemo #takes place in the falcon and the winter soldier #this had been going around in my head for DAYS!!! #1k #2k

[sweetbbarnes]

Jealous

TFATWS!BuckyBarnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky had no idea you could get so jealous over him. He’s not complaining, though.

Warnings: nothing much, jealous!reader, mentions of reader being insecure about herself (no body descriptions except from a part where it says that reader has calloused/scarred hands), a tiny hint at reader and Bucky having sex (you have to squint)

A/N: PLS I have nothing against long pink nails that’s actually how my nails are right now

I DO NOT CONSENT TO HAVE MY STORIES TRANSLATED, COPIED OR POSTED TO ANY OTHER SITE/APP/ACCOUNT. DO NOT STEAL MY WORK.

You have absolutely no right to feel like this.

The almost unbearable pang in your chest grows sharper and sharper as you observe the vibrant red lipstick luring Bucky into a conversation that leaves you to wonder what could be so intriguing. Oh, I actually know what’s so intriguing, you think to yourself as your eyes dart over her too revealing outfit. Talking, talking, talking. You summon the word like a mantra, repeating it over and over again in your mind, desperately trying to convince yourself that everything is fine. They’re just talking, right? So what if her hand and her stupidly long pink nails are strategically resting on his chest? What does it matter if she’s wiggling her hips all the time to show off? Everybody does that, it means nothing!

“You okay there, kid?” Sam asks, concerned, using the old nickname even though he knows you’re a little too far from being a kid now. “You look like you want to murder someone”

You shift the gaze towards your friend, attempting a smile that could honestly be mistaken with a grimace. “Just tired.” Your reply is barely audible over the unnecessarily loud music pulsating through Sharon’s mansion. They’re just talking.

“I must say,” Zemo unfortunately started with his infuriatingly smug grin “I never took you for a jealous woman”

“Jealous?” Sam repeated the infamous word, a little confused.

“Shut up, Zemo.” You reply dryly, shooting the man a glare that would make Bucky proud, if only he was paying attention to you and not some random woman’s boobs.

“She’s jealous of the pretty lady who’s captivating her soldier’s attention.” Zemo annoyingly elucidates the situation to Sam.

You watch, tortured, as Sam’s confused expression morphs into one of understanding as he gives Zemo a knowing look. “Y/n, if you’re-”

“I am not jealous and he is not ‘my soldier’.” You snap, your words coming out a little louder than you intended. Feeling frustrated in front of the truth Zemo just shoved at your face, you storm off towards the bar and ask the bartender for a beer.

You’re trying to ignore it. You really are. But your eyes can’t seem to abandon the enchanting figure across the room. She’s tall, stunning, feminine. Her skin is probably soft, void of the calluses and scars that mark your own — you wonder if Bucky can feel the softness through his shirt where she’s touching. She walks around in a piece of cloth that leaves too little to the imagination as if she fucking owns the place. Her lipstick matches so perfectly with her skin tone that if you didn’t know better you'd think she invented the color red. Every single aspect of her mere existence seems particularly designed to piss you off - but that could just be because her taste in men is pretty similar to yours. And there stands Barnes, wearing that infuriatingly sweet smirk of his, clearly enjoying the attention.

He can flirt with pretty girls. You tell yourself, trying to see things through a logical lens. He's a single, independent, free man. He can do whatever the fuck he wants. 

That much is true. To some extent.

See, he is single, and independent, and free. The only problem is, he had been flirting with you for the past two weeks — ever since Sam called you asking for help with the flagsmashers and Barnes forced his way into the situation. Or at least, you thought he was flirting. You could’ve read too much into his actions. But then again, if you were overanalyzing it, so were Sam and Zemo, because they just won’t stop teasing you about it.

Out of the two, Sam’s teases are the worst, of course. The damn asshole knows all too well that you had been pinning over Barnes since the day you helped save him years ago, back when everything was simpler. But then Wakanda happened, followed by Thanos, the blip, and the soul-wrecking taste of losing Bucky — and everyone else — for good. Then he came back, and now here you are, still hopelessly infatuated with the same dude.

Only now things are a little bit different. Because he had been gone, and in the time he was away, you had aged five years. He no longer addresses you as "kid," and you’re pretty sure you had caught him stealing glances at you when he believed no one was looking. Glances that resemble the way a man looks at a woman. Or so you desperately hoped thought. But all those fragile beliefs are now on the verge of shattering as you watch him giving the pretty lady a look that threatens to extinguish every ounce of hope you still hold onto.

"For someone who claims she's not jealous, you sure seem to be," Sam playfully mocks, breaking the silence as he sits in the barstool next to you.

You let out a heavy sigh. "Don't start."

"Are you going over there?" Sam asks nonchalantly.

"And say what? Hey, Barnes, I know we don't have anything and I have absolutely no right to be jealous, but could you please stop flirting with pretty women when I'm around? It really fucking stings?"

"It's a start," Sam shrugs.

You scoff, grabbing another beer from the bartender.

"If you're not willing to resolve it, at least stop glaring at the woman like you want to decapitate her," Zemo, much to your annoyance, joins the conversation.

"Since when do you care?" you retort, irritated with the audacity of this man.

"I don't. Just trying to be helpful," Zemo replies casually.

"Well, you're not," you roll your eyes.

"Although,” he adds after a moment of much appreciated silence, “if you're genuinely jealous, I suggest you don’t look now."

The smartass knows exactly how to get under your skin.

Shifting your gaze to where Bucky stands allowing himself to be drawn by cheap men-hooking techniques, your mouth suddenly dries. Planted far too close for your liking, the woman seductively whispers something right next to his ear as her hand caresses his bicep.

He’s not mine, you remind yourself, desperately trying to push the jealousy that threatens to consume you.

He doesn't owe me anything, you reason, the logical side of your brain trying to establish control.

I don’t have the right to feel like this. You shove your half done bottle into Sam’s chest, who holds it with an exasperated look directed at you.

I have absolutely no right to be jealous. You scold yourself as your legs start moving of their own accord, marching towards the pair.

You're nothing to him, you repeat in your mind, determination guiding your steps. When they finally notice your presence, it’s too late. You had already positioned yourself between them, fully facing Bucky.

"Excuse me, we were in the middle of a conversation," the pretty lady interjects, her tone doesn’t hold any particular hostility but her words irritate you nonetheless. How dare she flirt with your man?!

You turn your head towards her, lifting one eyebrow in a display of unimpressed indifference, before decisively returning your attention to Bucky. Grabbing him by the collar, you pull him closer and fervently press your lips against his.

Startled by your sudden attitude, he takes a few moments to fully register what the hell is going on, but as you refuse to back down, he slowly encircles his metal arm around your waist, raising his other hand to your cheek so he can hold your face and properly kiss the woman he’s been head over heels for since he came back to his senses when Steve saved him.

As Bucky deepens the kiss, taunting your parted lips with the tip of his tongue, the world around you fades into insignificance. The pent-up emotions, the frustration, the longing, and the overwhelming uncertainty, everything melts away in the intensity of the moment. Time stands still as you grant him full access to your mouth, both your stubborn natures fighting to dominate and control the kiss.

Realizing you need oxygen to survive, you release your grip on Bucky's collar, breaking the kiss but keeping your eyes locked with his. The unspoken words and long cultivated desires building up a tension one could cut with a knife.

The soldier's piercing gaze searches for yours, a mix of surprise, confusion, and something else flickering within the depths of his ocean blue eyes. Without actually thinking about what he’s doing, his grip tightens around your waist, pulling you closer. For a brief moment, you don’t dare say a word, the gravity of the situation sinking in, neither of you quite sure how to navigate the newfound territory you had just barged your way in.

But obviously, because Bucky is Bucky and you are you, that signature smirk of his slowly starts to show itself, and you somehow know what’s about to come.

“Well, darlin’, if that’s what you do when you get all riled up, I should probably find some more ladies to flirt with.” He teases, lightly squeezing your waist.

“Don’t push it, Barnes.” You fake scold, trying to hold back a smirk of your own.

He lowers his head until his lips are right next to you ear, so close that you can feel his warm breath as he speaks, “though if I got this attitude whenever you make me jealous, dollface, I have a feeling we’d be kissing a lot more”

A delicious shiver runs down your spine as you tease.”You keep the sweet talk, Sarge, and we’re gonna end up in Sharon’s spare bedroom.”

Well, you did end up in Sharon’s spare bedroom. And the bathroom. And the kitchen. And every single room in his apartment after you went back home. But that’s a story for another time.

Bonus:

Sam scowls as he watches the pretty lady storm away from you two, reaching his back pocket to get Zemo’s twenty dollars.

“I hope you know this is the last time I make a bet with you.” Sam mumbles, displeased, sipping the beer he knows very damn well you won’t be coming back to get.

Zemo shrugs nonchalantly, tucking away the money both of them know he doesn’t really need, but holds immense satisfaction as it represents his symbolic triumph over the bet. He smirks. "I must remind you, I did mention I could be quite persuasive."

masterlist

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #james bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky x female reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes x female reader #tfatws fic #tfatws fanfiction #tfatws!bucky #bucky fic #bucky x you

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main masterlist

♡fluff ✦angst ❀possibly triggering ☻smut ✰series ✘dark

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | SOME CONTENT 18+

* You are responsible for your media consumption. Please do not proceed reading, if you have any kind of problem with any of the above written warnings.

One Shots

🔥 Tickle Fights ♡☻

→ Bucky discovers you’re ticklish, leading to a tickle fight which shifts into something not so innocent. (tfatws!bucky barnes)

🔥 Just Like That ☻

→ While you two were supposed to be repairing Sam’s boat, you end up giving Bucky head instead. (tfatws!bucky barnes)

🔥 Let Me Take Care of You ♡☻✦❀

→ Bucky is no virgin, but it’s been so long since someone’s touched him the way you do. He didn’t know you could make him feel so good— he’s addicted. (Beefy!Bucky Barnes)

🔥 Lovesick ♡✦❀

→ Bucky is so in love with you it hurts, and he doesn’t know if he can keep his feelings locked away from you anymore. (tfatws!bucky barnes)

🔥 I Get Scared Too ♡✦

→ You have a close call during a mission, and back at the compound Bucky seems to be distant and cold towards you. (tfatws!bucky barnes)

Feels So Right | part two ♡☻

→ You’re so sexually frustrated you end up asking your dad’s best friend for advice. He’s more than happy to help you with your little problem. (Dbf!Bucky Barnes)

Birthday Blues ♡✦❀

→ It’s your birthday, and unfortunately you seem to be going through the birthday blues. Sam and Bucky won’t let you be upset on your special day, which leads to Bucky revealing his feelings for you. (tfatws!bucky barnes)

Tears of an Angel | part two ♡✦❀

→ You’ve been trapped at HYDRA for god knows how long, until the cell next to yours gets someone new. Who is this man, and why is he comforting you? He doesn’t even know you. (The Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes x Prisoner!Reader)

🔥 Love Hurts ♡✦❀

→ You and Bucky get into a heated argument, things are said and done and now he won’t speak to you. You don’t think you can handle him ignoring your existence. (Beefy!Bucky Barnes)

The Collection ♡✦

→ Bucky arrives home and panics when he notices you calling for him from your room, but upon entering— he realizes what you have been getting yourself into. (tfatws!Bucky Barnes)

Tragedy ♡✦❀

→ A new shapeshifter recruit has a hard time adjusting to the team, she feels out of place. Bucky knows what it's like to be the outsider and fight to have control, so he comforts her. (Platonic!Avengers!Bucky Barnes)

Off Day ♡✦❀

→ Bucky helps comfort you after you’ve had a bad day. (tfatws!bucky barnes)

Void ♡✦❀

→ Working as a nurse at HYDRA, you find yourself intervening when you catch Alexander Pierce striking The Asset. You don’t even know this man, but you can’t just stand and watch him be beat down. (The Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes x Hydra!Reader)

You Could Never Hurt Me ♡✦❀

→ Bucky realizes what he’s done to you after an episode, and starts to doubt if he deserves to be with you. (cw!bucky barnes)

I Wanna Be Yours ♡✦❀

→ You were childhood friends with Steve and Bucky. You had always had a small crush on Bucky. But now as you’re older, you realize that harboring a crush on Bucky is hard. Especially watching him flirt with girls that aren’t you. (40's!bucky barnes)

More Than Friends ♡✦

→ You are eager to help Bucky prepare for a date, but he would rather stay home with you. (tfatws!bucky barnes)

Protect Me ♡✦❀

→ With Zemo hanging around, you begin to feel very protective over Bucky. (tfatws!bucky barnes)

Out of My Control ♡✦❀

→ You awake in the middle of the night discovering that your water broke, you realize you’re having a baby— the only issue is that it’s several months early. Your hospital room gets tense as you and Bucky come to terms with the big changes. (Mob!bucky barnes)

Cuddles ♡✦

→ Bucky comforts you when you have bad period cramps. (tfatws!bucky barnes)

Beauty and the Bucky ♡✦❀ (Beauty and the Beast!Au)

→ In search of your missing Father, you discover a castle far into the untouched forest. After knocking and no answer, you find the doors unlocked and venture inside. But beware— it might not be your Father you find inside. (Beast!bucky barnes x beauty!reader)

Series

🔥 Stray (masterlist)

→ Just hours after the events in DC, you find The Winter Soldier unconscious, leaning against a gravestone in a cemetery near your home. Being sheltered you don't recognize who he is, and you care for him. (The Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes)

🔥 You're Mine, Sunshine (masterlist)

→ Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite? (Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader)

All I Know (masterlist)

→ Takes place right after the end of Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Bucky hides out in Bucharest. Without being controlled by HYDRA, he starts to receive flickers of memories. Who is this girl he keeps remembering? (cw!Bucky Barnes x OC!Fem!Reader)

The Girl and Her Golden Boys (masterlist)

→ A story of your life with your two best friends. Life was never simple for the three of you, and you didn’t care where you’d end up as long as it was together. How long can you all stay together until life will force you all apart? Will the strength of your bond be enough? (40's!Bucky Barnes/40's!Steve Rogers)

Love Me to Death (masterlist)

→ The avengers compound receives a new recruit. She’s a siren who can make anyone fall deathly in love with her with one word. Bucky immediately takes interest in her as he discovers she’s mute, for good reason of course. (Avengers!Bucky Barnes)

[girl-next-door-writes]

My Girl

Characters: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Just some fluff about Bucky slowly realising why he feels so happy lately.

Word Count: 1228 words

Prompt: My Girl by the Temptations.

A/N: This is another one for the amazingly wonderful @caplanbuckybarnes and the fabulous #cappys decades challenge that I hoarded a whole load of prompts from because they were all so darn good.

Sam was the first to notice. Of course he was, the observant bastard was always monitoring his friend, making sure he was doing okay. What he hadn’t expected to see was the softness in Bucky’s expression as he watched you stir your drink. There was a hint of a smile on his lips and tiny crinkles at the corners of his eyes; eyes which were usually quite icy now thawing the longer you were in his line of sight. At first, Sam wanted to use this to his advantage, tease his friend and maybe push him towards being a little bolder, but then he saw how quickly Bucky looked away from you when you glanced in their direction. No, now was not the time for brotherly annoyance, he would just sit back and watch things progress.

Sitting by the window, Bucky watched the flurries of snow dance in the air before joining the drifts forming on the ground. Despite the warm drink in his hands, and the several layers of clothing he was wearing, he shivered at the chill. It was a little ironic that the former Winter Soldier was not a fan of the cold that came with his seasonal namesake. A soft scowl rested on his face, as if he could scare away the chill in the air if he just glared enough.

“Hey.” Your sweet voice caused his frown to melt and he turned to greet you. Just seeing your face seemed to make his day brighter and he felt suddenly very warm. Certainly warm enough that when he noticed you shiver, he pulled his hoodie over his head and offered it to you. The warmth within him only grew as he watched you slip into it, seeing you wear his clothes was something he could definitely get used to.

“Thanks.” You murmured from the warm depths of the hoodie that surrounded you with the smell of Bucky Barnes.

“No problem, doll.” He gave you a lazy smile, which only grew when you snuggled into his side. Nervously, he stretched out his arm and carefully rested it around your shoulders. Placing his cheek against the top of your head, he allowed himself this one moment of total peace, let himself imagine this was how his life turned out; sitting watching the snow fall while snuggled up to the most beautiful girl he’d ever met.

Zemo was flirting with you, again, and that irked Bucky. No, that wasn’t entirely what was getting to him, though it did play a big part. Zemo was flirting with you, and you were amused by it. He didn’t think you were really interested in the newest addition to your merry band, but there was something about how easy the banter between the two of you was that unsettled him.

Hearing your laughter ring out caused him to huff and fold his arms over his chest, his back resolutely to the two of you as he glared at the coffee table. He knew he was being ridiculous, you weren’t betraying him by being nice to that asshole, but knowing someone else was responsible for your smile was like a thousand papercuts to his lungs.

“What’s up, grumpy cat?” You asked, dropping onto the sofa beside him and automatically leaning into his side.

“Nothing.” He grumbled, even though he could feel his bad mood dissipating at your touch. Bucky hated how easily you could affect him and his mood, and you had no clue.

“You wanna tell that pretty face of yours that then? Seriously, you look like you’re about to kick a hole in that coffee table.” You smiled, looking up at him from where your head rested on his shoulder.

“Well, maybe me and that coffee table have beef.” He smirked, looking down at you, and suddenly all his worries and insecurities disappeared. Your cheek was smushed against him and there was such a soft look in your eyes as you tried to cheer up your friend.

“I see. You two go way back? Well, if you’ve got beef with the coffee table, then I guess I do too.” You sighed dramatically before resting your feet heavily on said table.

“So, you’re gonna hate a piece of furniture just because I do?”

“That’s how this works. This coffee table has insulted you in some way so now it has to deal with me. I mean, you just said you hated it! That’s some pretty big feelings there.”

“Yeah. Pretty big feelings.” He hummed, his gaze returning to the table where his feet now rested beside yours.

Bucky hated this place. The music was too loud, the lights ranged from too bright to none existent, too many people, too much stimulation for the senses. He hunched over the bar, both hands gripping the beer bottle, a scowl on his face.

“Hey, where’s your girl?” Zemo asked with a knowing smile, leaning between Bucky and Sam, resting his arms companionably around them both.

“She’s not mine.” Bucky growled.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.” Zemo grinned, reached for a drink from the bar and sauntered off.

“He is such a-“

“Yeah, he is, but he might just be right about this one.” Sam frowned, watching Zemo head towards the dance floor.

“What do you mean?” Bucky looked at his friend guardedly. Had he really been that obvious? If Zemo knew, and Sam knew, did that mean you knew too?

“Come on man, you telling me that you still don’t get it after all this time? I’ve seen how you look at her, how you are around her. You really gonna stand there and tell me the world doesn’t go a little fuzzy round the edges when she smiles at you?”

“Tha- I’m- I-“ Bucky spluttered, trying to find the words to defend himself without Sam catching him in an outright lie.

“You are so whipped.” Sam chuckled, “Not that you’re the only one.”

“Zemo definitely has a thing for her.” Bucky nodded, no longer denying his own feelings.

“Wasn’t talking about him! Seriously, you’ve not seen the way she is when Sharon’s around? When Sharon flirts with you, she gets the same look you do when Zemo flirts with her. You’re both idiots.”

“Who are idiots?” Your voice had both men turning in your direction, wondering just how much of their conversation you might have overheard.

“Anyone who wants to hit the dancefloor.” Sam smirked, knowing you would take that as a personal challenge.

“Oh, well, in that case, come on Buck. Me, you, dancing. It’s happening.” You held out your hand to him, and despite not wanting to dance in the slightest, he took it and allowed you to lead the way. Turning to look at Sam over his shoulder, he saw his friend giving him two thumbs up and he rolled his eyes.

The beat thrummed through the floor and as the two of you swayed to the music Bucky did indeed feel the edges of the world growing fuzzy. Even more so when you slipped your arms around him and invaded his personal space like you had every right to be there. Brushing your hair from your face, Bucky was vaguely aware of the goofy grin on his own. You were ‘his girl’. Now all he had to do was tell you that, and hope you felt the same way.

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Spook-vengers Tower - Reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson (all platonic)

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New Years Eve - Steve Rogers x Reader ft. The Avengers, Doctor Strange, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes (all platonic)

Not Making It Out - Loki x Reader

Love Is Sacrifice - Loki x Reader

Champion Selection - Loki x Reader

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Pulled From The Timeline - Loki x Reader

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Why Would I? - Bucky x Reader

A Small Thing - Bucky x Reader

Not The Worst - Bucky x Reader

A Little Help - Bucky x Reader

When You Wake - Bucky x Reader

What We Started - Bucky x Reader

Kiss Her, Captain. - Steve x Reader

Attacked - Steve x Reader

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A Subtle Escape - Steve x Reader

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Imagine Steve wanting to propose but having to hold off because of the Civil War

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[ro-is-struggling]

Jealousy || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: An undercover mission in Madripoor of all places leads to rivalry, jealousy and unexpected confessions of love.

Warnings: takes place on the events of episode 3 of tfatws, mutual pining, jealousy, Zemo being a little shit, brief mention of reader’s backstory (she worked for a thief and smuggler named Fiona before joining the avengers), reader fake-flirts with Zemo, Bucky and the reader fight and it ends in light smut (just some kisses and over the clothes stuff), fluff

English is not my first language

Word count: 6700+

Notes: this is based on a dream I had so I’m sorry if something doesn’t make sense, I wrote it in like 4 hours because I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Also I don’t usually write smut so I’m sorry if the little kiss scene at the end sucks

i love this gif so much omg

"Absolutely not. No. This is a bad idea." You exclaimed, worried as soon as you heard Zemo's plan to get information about the person responsible for the recreation of the super soldier serum. You weren't happy about having to work with him, but when Bucky insisted it was the only option you had left, you accepted it, trusting your friend's judgment. But this was something you couldn't accept. Zemo insisted that Bucky pose as the Winter Soldier for the mission ahead of you and you thought it was a terrible idea. It had taken him a lot of time and effort to get rid of his alter ego created by Hydra and it wasn't fair to ask him to play that role again. You didn't care if it was for a couple of hours, you didn't think it was a good idea to let Bucky step back into the shoes of the Winter Soldier. 

"It's the only way." Zemo tried to reason with you. "We need leverage if we want to get something from Selby."

"I can do it." Bucky spoke, making you take your intense murderous gaze off Zemo to rest your eyes on him. "He's right, doll. We need to do this. We have no choice."

"Bullshit, there's always another option." You grumbled, hoping your words would bring Bucky to his senses. "Sam, back me up here."

"She's right, Buck. We can't ask you to do this." Sam intervened, understanding the complexity of the situation. Zemo was asking him to relive his nightmares, his deepest traumas as if that was nothing. It wasn't fair and he was willing to find another way to get information if they needed it. He would never ask Bucky to do something like that for a mission.

However, he insisted that he would be okay. He assured you that he could handle it for a couple of hours and that he wouldn't be telling you that if it wasn't true. You snorted at his words, knowing full well that wasn't true. Bucky didn't always talk about what was going on with him, let alone about the things that had to do with that period of his life. Even Steve used to have trouble getting him to talk about his feelings and he was his best friend and the person he trusted the most in the whole world.

"Fine, then I'm coming with you." You said crossing your arms in a defiant pose.

"What? No, doll. It's too dangerous." Bucky was probably right, you were not a trained agent with years of experience in that kind of mission. You had joined the Avengers relatively recently, and you had spent most of that time in Wakanda with Bucky, caring for him and supporting him in the process of healing his mind. But that's why you refused to leave him alone. You had been with him in his worst moments and you weren't going to leave him now.

"I'll be fine." You shrugged. Bucky narrowed his eyes at you. He knew what you were doing and he didn't like it one bit. You were using his very logic against him in an attempt to get your way, but he wouldn't let you. At least not without giving you a fight.

"We don't have time to create a cover for you."

"You don't have to. I already have a reputation around here thanks to my… past activities." You weren't lying and Bucky knew it, defeat written all over his face. He tensed his jaw, pursing his lips into a thin line as he struggled to find an excuse to justify his stance. You gave him a smile, feigning innocence and he rolled his eyes.

"Really?" Zemo asked with surprise and you nodded.

"I used to work with Fiona." The mention of the woman's name was all Zemo needed to understand what you meant. Fiona was a well-known dealer of valuable artifacts who excelled at working for whoever paid her the most. She had raised you, treating you as if you were her own daughter, and had trained you—along with other kids your age—to steal for her. You had lived under her care and protection until you had crossed paths with Steve on a mission. He had made you reflect and realize that Fiona was just using you and that you deserved something much better. Shortly after that you joined the Avengers and got to know what a family really was. 

"So it's settled then.” Zemo spoke again, interrupting the silent fight you were having with Bucky through simple glances. “We all have a part to play so I'll suggest we get to work."

Everyone spent the next few hours going over the plan and getting into character. Sam had the most work to do out of everyone, having to learn as much as he could about the Smiling Tiger in just a couple of hours in order to present a convincing characterization. Zemo and you didn't have to do much due to the fact that you wouldn't be taking on anyone else's personality. And Bucky chose to seclude himself from everyone, sitting in a corner, quietly observing the scene. It was part of his characterization process, mimicking the movement patterns of his hated alter ego. 

When your eyes fell upon his figure you were momentarily startled, noticing how much he resembled the Winter Soldier. His body stood rigid, his posture straight and the muscles of his face contoured into a slight frown. But when you looked into his eyes you realized it was Bucky. His beautiful blue orbs showed emotion, something the Winter Soldier's gaze lacked. It hurt you to see him in that state. You wanted to go up to him and hug him, spread kisses all over his face until he had no choice but to smile, but you stopped yourself. He had gotten himself into that mess and now it was too late to back out. Besides, if you listened to what your heart wanted all you would do was expose your feelings for Bucky, and you weren't ready for that yet.

As the sun began to set everyone started to get dressed, changing out of your dirty combat clothes into attire appropriate for the occasion. Sam complained the whole time, mentioning that he looked like a pimp. You laughed at him until Zemo approached you with clothes he thought were appropriate for you. All amusement disappeared from your face as you refused to wear such a short and tight outfit, arguing that you didn't have to keep up appearances because you would be going as yourself. Then he revealed to you the little detail he had been planning from the moment you said you would join them. Zemo wanted you to pretend to be his date.

"That is ridiculous!" You laughed in his face. "No way! I'm not going to be around you for longer than necessary."

"Well, I think it's the perfect cover and it explains the rumors of you leaving Fiona to work with the Avengers." The laughter died in your throat when you heard those words. You didn't know the rumors had spread so far. Did Fiona have been badmouthing you in front of her clients?

"How exactly does that explain anything?"

"Simple, my darling. You left Fiona for me and all this time you've been working as a double agent just to help me get my hands on the Winter Soldier." You looked at Zemo for a few seconds, refusing to admit that his plan made sense. There was no way you would agree to pretend you were dating. You'd rather risk being discovered first.

"That's ridiculous. No one is going to care about me."

"Selby is a very paranoid person. That's why it's so important that we all play our roles to perfection." You rolled your eyes, grumbling in frustration. You knew Zemo was doing it on purpose. He wanted to annoy you, he enjoyed annoying others. He was an expert in the art of manipulation and you were convinced there was nothing he loved more than getting under people's skin. He did it with Bucky all the time and now he was trying it with you.

You hated him and were ready to tell him to go to hell if it wasn't for Bucky's voice interrupting you.

"Well, you said you wanted to come so…" You looked at him with narrowed eyes. What was that supposed to mean? Was he implying that you weren't ready for a mission like that? Because if that was the case you were happy to prove him wrong.

"Fine." You accepted reluctantly, taking the hideous outfit Zemo had offered you before disappearing behind the bathroom door.

You didn't know what had gotten into you. You didn't use to be a competitive person, but now all you could think about was proving to everyone how capable you were. Especially Bucky. Sure, maybe you weren't a Shield agent with years of experience like Natasha nor did you have incredible powers like Wanda, but you were still capable of participating in missions. You knew how to maintain a character to get what you wanted, Fiona had molded you to be the perfect thief. This wasn't your first risky mission and it wouldn't be your last either. 

You didn't quite understand why Bucky's words had affected you so much, but you felt a strange need to prove your worth to him. Maybe it was because you wanted to impress him. Or maybe you wanted to show him that you belonged in that world as much as he did. A little voice in the back of your mind told you that you were looking to make him jealous, but you shut it up immediately, burying it deep inside you. No, that was ridiculous. You were there to do your job and show Bucky that he wasn't the only one who could take risks without a second thought, and that if he didn't like it when you did it then he should stop doing it himself.

You spent the trip to the bar sitting in the back seat of the car, squeezed between Sam and Bucky while Zemo rode in the front. You were uncomfortable, not because of the small space in the car—seriously, how did Bucky manage to be so big?—, but because of the outfit you were wearing. The black dress Zemo had given you was much tighter and more revealing than your normal clothes, and the high heels, though pretty, hurt your feet. You fiddled nervously with the seam of the dress, stretching the fabric in an effort to make it cover more than half of your thighs.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Bucky's voice whispering in your ear startled you. He had spent the entire drive in silence, watching the streets of Madripoor through the tinted windows of the car, so you didn't expect to hear him speak.

"Are you?" You glanced up looking at him through your lashes and arching an eyebrow defiantly. You wanted to prove a point and you wouldn't stop until you did.

Bucky clenched his jaw, holding back the urgent need to cover you with his jacket and take you to a safe place. He knew you were uncomfortable, he could read it in your face and body language. He knew you too well and was able to read past your defiant and confident attitude. But you didn't want to give in, so he remained silent. His eyes scanned your figure one last time, lingering a little longer than necessary on your exposed thighs, before returning his gaze to the car window. 

When you reached your destination, Zemo immediately put his arms around your figure, drawing you to him. Bucky found it hard to maintain a neutral expression when all he wanted to do was take you in his arms and snap Zemo's fingers for daring to touch you. He managed to restrain himself, clenching his fists at the side of his body in anger. The bar was packed with people, hundreds of eyes settling on you as soon as you entered the establishment. He had to try hard to maintain his character no matter how much he hated being in that position.

There was a tension in the air as you made your way to the bar to order drinks. You could hear the whispers, people surprised to see Zemo, others wondering if that tall, strong man was truly the infamous Winter Soldier and a couple mentioning Fiona's name in the distance. You hated it. You hated being associated with her after all you had done to change your life. But you kept your cool, walking hand in hand with Zemo feigning happiness.

It's for the mission.

You settled in at the bar, waiting to be served. You scanned the room for potential threats and escape routes in case things went wrong. When your eyes fell on Bucky you noticed he was doing the same. His expression was rigid, but you could still see some of your Bucky in him. You were sure that to the rest of the people there was no difference, but you were able to notice it. Maybe it was because you had already seen the Winter Soldier a couple of times, the coldness in his eyes and the firmness in his stance something that was not easily forgotten. Or maybe it was because you spent more time than necessary admiring Bucky in secret, to the point where you were able to recognize his mood changes with a simple glance. Whatever it was, you were slightly relieved to see the humanity in his eyes, though not enough to completely erase your concern. You knew it couldn't be good for his mental health to get back into the Winter Soldier's mindset. You just hoped it would at least be worth it.

"Hello gentlemen. Miss." The man behind the bar greeted them with a slight nod. "Wasn't expecting you, Smiling Tiger."

"His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby." Zemo was quick to say, taking control of the conversation.

"The usual?" The man asked Sam and he nodded without giving it much thought. That was until the bartender took a snake from a jar, cutting the animal to take who knows what from inside it and add it to the drink.

"Ah Smiling Tiger, your favorite!" Zemo exclaimed, amused by the situation. A silence fell between you as you watched Sam horrified by the drink that had been placed in front of him. He looked at you for a moment and you tried to give him an encouraging smile.

"I love these!" Sam said in an attempt to hide the horror in his expression and convince himself that the drink wasn't so bad. After hesitating for a moment, buying himself time to mentally prepare, Sam drank his shot in one big gulp. You felt proud of him, if it were you in his place you weren't sure you could do that without throwing up.

After that scene you decided not to drink anything, so you turned your back to the bar and concentrated your gaze on the crowd of people. There was still a certain tension in the air and there were a couple of people who kept their eyes on you, but overall things were back to normal. People drinking and dancing on the dance floor, swaying their hips to the music without paying attention to their surroundings. 

That was except for one man who didn't seem to be able to turn his gaze away from you. His eyes were fixed on Zemo, occasionally straying to the others, but always coming back to him. You wondered what he wanted, though you didn't need any specific details to know that he was trouble. You wanted to warn the others, but it was a difficult task when that man wouldn't take his eyes off you. You didn't want to be too obvious for fear that it would escalate the situation somehow, so you opted to stick to your role. 

Wrapping your arms around your supposed boyfriend, you positioned yourself in front of Zemo, settling your body between his and the bar. His hands traveled to your hips immediately, pressing you against him. He gave you a charming smile and you had to fight every fiber in your being not to roll your eyes. You pulled your face closer towards his, your breaths mingling and noses almost brushing. To anyone else it looked like you were about to kiss. You could have sworn you noticed a hint of surprise in Zemo's eyes at your sudden boldness, convinced you were going to kiss him.

But that was not your goal. At the last moment you turned your face to the side and with a mischievous smile whispered in his ear. "There's a guy staring at us." Your hands ran up his chest until you found a place on his neck. Your fingers fiddled with the ends of Zemo's hair, trying to keep up appearances so no one would get suspicious.“I think he wants trouble.” Your lips brushed his earlobe as you spoke and you felt him shiver. You pulled away with a triumphant smile, returning your attention to his face.

“And you want to put up a show for him, my darling?” Zemo spoke in a playful tone with an arrogant smile planted on his face.

"I'm just warning you because I don't want this mission to go to shit." You murmured against his lips, your grip on his hair tightening menacingly. "He could kill you for all I care, but we still need you so I'd rather you stay alive for a couple more hours." Despite the coldness of your words, Zemo's smile only widened. You wanted to slap him to wipe that arrogant expression off his face, but you restrained yourself because you saw that someone was approaching out of the corner of your eye. "He's coming." You warned before releasing Zemo and returning to your position next to him, between his body and Sam.

Your eyes searched Bucky for a brief moment, embarrassed that you had to do that little number in front of him. His gaze was fixed somewhere on the horizon. He was tense, you could tell by his stiff expression and the position of his shoulders, although you didn't know if it was due to the situation in general or to what you had just done. You hoped it wasn't because of the latter, you didn't want him to get mad at you for fake-flirting with Zemo. Though the way he avoided your gaze told you otherwise.

"I got word from on high, you ain't welcome here." The voice of that mysterious man brought you out of your thoughts.

"I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists he can either come talk to me," said Zemo gesturing towards Bucky in an implied threat. "Or bring Selby for a chat." The man walked away after keeping his gaze on Zemo for a few seconds longer than necessary. You let out the breath you hadn't realized you were holding, relieved that the situation hadn't escalated. For a moment you really thought things wouldn't end in violence, at least not this early in the mission. But then another man approached you and this time Zemo ordered the Winter Soldier to attack him. 

You bit your tongue to keep from letting out a startled yelp as you watched Bucky deliver the first blows. He was acting in a way you hadn't seen him act in a long time, using his metal arm on his opponent to generate more damage. You knew he was acting, using a couple of key moves to fool everyone in the bar, but it still hurt to watch. Your stomach sank as you watched him fight multiple people at once, seemingly indifferent to the damage he might be causing them. In the frenzy of the fight you couldn't see Bucky's eyes, you couldn't notice in them his special characteristic glow that attracted you so much, so you had no way of distinguishing him from the Winter Soldier. 

It saddened you because you knew Bucky would feel bad when all this was over. You were sure that with every blow he delivered he was reliving something from his past, memories that would haunt his thoughts for a long time. It broke your heart to think about it. All you wanted to do was run to him and force him to stop, wrap him in your arms and not let go until the bad moment was over, but you restrained yourself.

"Didn't take much for him to fall back into form." Zemo said while watching the fight. You and Sam gave him murderous looks, silently blaming him for the situation your friend was in. 

When Bucky grabbed his opponent by the throat, dragging him to the bar to strangle him, everyone in the bar pulled out their guns, ready to shoot you. Sam grabbed Bucky by the arm in an attempt to stop him, but Zemo interrupted him. "Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us." He whispered before ordering Bucky to release the man.

"Selby will see you now."

Things went off the rails so quickly that you barely had time to react. Not that they were very on track to begin with, but they weren't too bad. Selby believed your stupid story about infiltrating the Avengers in order to get to the Winter Soldier and gave you some interesting details when you offered to hand him over in exchange for information. You hated referring to Bucky as if he were an object, a weapon you just had to aim to hurt your enemies, but you put up with it because Selby gave you a new piece of the puzzle. However, before you could finish negotiating with her, Sam's cell phone started ringing and everything went downhill from there. 

She discovered that Sam was an imposter, but before she could hurt him, she was shot dead. You escaped the scene before being found and blamed for her fate, but it wasn't enough. From one second to the next you found yourselves running through the streets of Madripoor, escaping the hail of bullets aimed at you. In the midst of the chaos, a bullet grazed your leg causing you to stumble and fall. Luckily for you, it hadn't hit any major arteries, although there was more blood coming out of the wound than you would have liked. Bucky rushed to your rescue, taking the weapon from your attacker and knocking him unconscious with a single blow. He then helped you up and you took the opportunity to get rid of the high heels that were hurting your feet before standing up. They were probably worth a lot of money, but that was the least of your worries at that moment. Your life depended on your ability to run and move freely, so you didn't hesitate for a second to leave them forgotten in the middle of the street.

'Good luck to whoever finds them.' You thought as you walked away leaning on Bucky so you wouldn't fall. 

Sharon saved your life at that moment, appearing suddenly in the dark street where you were seeking cover. It took some convincing to get her to help you, seeing as you were working with Zemo, but in the end she agreed. She took you to her house—a mansion filled with stolen art—, where you could rest and process the information you had obtained. While everyone was talking, you collapsed on the couch pressing a cloth over your wound to stop the bleeding. Sharon left you a first aid kit on the coffee table before disappearing behind the doors to get everything ready for her clients. The others followed her, except for Bucky who stayed with you to help you.

Sitting on the opposite end of the couch, he removed your hands from your leg and stretched it across his lap so he could examine the wound more closely. As soon as his fingers made contact with your skin, a shiver ran down your spine. You watched him work in silence, admiring his face in the warm light of the room. His hands brushed your leg gently, cleaning and disinfecting the wound before stitching it. His metal hand was a little cold, but you didn't care. All you could think about was how much you loved feeling him so close. For a moment all the pain disappeared from your body as you relished in the warmth his touch awakened on your skin. 

However, even though his touch was gentle you couldn't help but notice the frown that graced his face. It was as if his hands and his expression were demonstrating two completely different emotions, as if they were not part of the same person. You bit your lower lip nervously as you wondered what thoughts were running through his mind. You had an idea of what he might be thinking, so you tried to strike up a conversation in hopes that he would open up to you as he had done many times in the past.

"Are you okay?" Your soft voice broke the silence of the room. Bucky looked up from the bandages he was placing on your leg to look at you for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah, I'm alright." He assured you even though his voice and expression told you otherwise. Bucky sounded... cold, distant, and for a moment you wondered if you had anything to do with it.

"Are you sure?" You insisted and he nodded again, lowering his gaze to continue his work. You remained silent for a few seconds, until the silence seemed unbearable. "Are you mad at me?"

"No, I'm not mad at you, doll." Bucky said, closing the first aid kit as he finished bandaging your leg. "I'm just frustrated."

"Frustrated?" You repeated with confusion. That was something you didn't expect to hear him say. Why would he be frustrated? Was it because of the mission and having to work with Zemo? Or was it because Selby had died before she could give them any more information?

"I told you it was dangerous. You shouldn't have come with us." He said in a firm tone, confusing you even more.

"I wasn't going to leave you guys alone. We're a team."

"You could have died, Y/N!" His voice was serious and in his eyes you were able to sense genuine concern. "I shouldn't have let you come."

"Excuse me?" You spoke in a surprised tone, watching Bucky with raised eyebrows. "Let's get one thing straight, you don't let me do anything. I'm a big girl and I can make my own choices." The mood in the room changed completely, the tension getting increasingly heavier in the air. You were glad to know that he cared about you, but he was in no position to dictate your actions. You were free to decide how and when to risk your life if that was what you wanted to do, just as he repeatedly did. If you didn't have a say in his decisions then why should he have a say in yours?

"If that bullet curved a few more inches you could have bled out in the streets." 

"You could have died too! They were shooting at you too, you know."

"I can take it." Bucky shrugged it off and you rolled your eyes. You were tired of him doing that.

"Well, so can I. I'm perfectly fine, see." You jumped up from the couch, but immediately regretted it when a twinge of pain assaulted your wound. You tried hard not to show it, though you were pretty sure Bucky was able to notice your discomfort anyway. "You have to understand that you are not the only one that can risk his life without even thinking about the consequences." 

"You're unbelievable!" He exclaimed, shaking his head.

"I'm unbelievable? What about you?"

"You risked your life just to prove a point?"

"No, I risked my life because my friends were risking theirs." It was a half-truth. A part of you had decided to go because there was no way you were going to leave them alone with Zemo in a bar in Madripoor. But another part of you had done it for Bucky, to show him that you were capable of going on missions, but more importantly, to make him understand how frustrating it was for you when he took risks without even thinking about the consequences. Although you weren't going to admit that last part. "You know what? I'm too tired for this shit. I'm not gonna keep arguing with you about it." 

You began to walk toward the door with some difficulty. You intended to leave him alone, to stay away from him until you both calmed down and could talk like civilized people. But Bucky opened his mouth again, blurting out a comment you couldn't ignore.

"That's right, run off to your new boyfriend. He's probably waiting for you downstairs." You stopped dead in your tracks when you heard him say that. So that's what his bad mood was about. He was all grumpy and bitter because he was upset about Zemo. Unbelievable!

"You know what? Maybe I will!" You exclaimed in exasperation, turning to look at him. Bucky had his arms crossed over his chest, muscles flexing deliciously. You wanted to slap him because it wasn't fair that he looked so good while you were fighting. "At least Zemo doesn't act like a complete asshole."

You turned and continued on your way, reaching the door and taking the handle in your hands. You barely managed to separate the wood from the frame a couple inches before it closed again with a loud thud. You flinched in surprise and when you looked up you discovered Bucky's metal hand resting on the door just above your head. How had he reached you so quickly and so silently, you didn't know. All you knew was that he had done it and didn't seem to want to move. 

You pulled on the doorknob once more, but the door didn't budge under the pressure Bucky was exerting on the wood. So you turned to look at him one more time and if you weren't so upset you were sure the air would have caught in your throat at the closeness. "Bucky, let me go." You protested, but before you could say anything else the super soldier's lips crashed against yours.

There was nothing soft or gentle about the kiss. Bucky's lips moved desperately against yours, his tongue exploring your mouth curiously. His right hand cupped your face while his metal one wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. It took you a few seconds to comprehend what was happening, but when you did you kissed him back with the same fervor, losing yourself in the warmth of his body. Your hands found their place in his hair, tugging lightly on the dark locks in a desperate attempt to pull his face even closer to yours to deepen the kiss. Bucky let out a soft growl and you felt your pulse quicken. Holy shit, he was hot.

"You were killing me in there, doll." Bucky muttered, pulling away from you to catch his breath. His voice was deeper than normal and you loved it, every word that came out of his mouth went straight to your core. "Letting him touch you and pull you close, acting like you were his." His lips trailed down your neck leaving a path of wet kisses across your skin. You tilted your head to the side to give him better access, closing your eyes as you lost yourself in the heat his touch aroused inside you. You were completely at his mercy, letting him mark you as his. 

"Bucky…" you moaned his name as he sucked a mark on the sensitive area just below your ear. "Please." You didn't even know what you were begging for. Your brain had stopped working, overwhelmed by the attack of Bucky's lips on your skin. He was all you could think about, all you could smell and feel. His scent assaulted your nostrils and the heat of his body enveloped you completely. But somehow that wasn't enough. You wanted more, so much more. And so did he.

“What?” Bucky spoke against your lips, your quickened, choppy breath mingling with his. You looked up at him through your lashes and in his eyes you noticed something you had never seen in them before. He was looking at you with desire, his pupils slightly dilated as he admired your face in the dim light of the room. “You wanna go with him, huh? Is that it, doll?”

He was teasing you. He knew there was nothing you wanted more than to feel his lips on yours again, he could read it in your eyes, feel it in the way your hands clung to his shoulders, desperately trying to pull him closer to you. But he wanted to hear you say it. He wanted to hear you say that you wanted him and no one else, that his hands were the only ones you wanted on your body and that his lips were the only ones allowed to kiss you. He wanted confirmation that he wasn't the only one who felt that way. 

So you gave him what he wanted.

“I want you, Bucky. It’s always been you.” 

Your brain was short-circuiting so you couldn't put into words everything you really felt for Bucky. There was so much more you wanted to tell him, but you didn't have the ability to do so now when your legs were shaking, threatening to drop you to the ground if Bucky's metal arm wasn't holding you up by his grip on your waist.

However, your little confession seemed to be enough for him as he brought his lips back to join yours. You let out a desperate moan at the contact, reveling in the softness of his lips. When Bucky rested his hands on the back of your thighs, you jumped without a second thought. The pain of your injury was forgotten as you locked your legs around his hips, clinging to his broad shoulders for support. His lips never left yours as he used his big, muscular body to trap you against the door, your tongues intertwining in a sinful dance. 

You could feel him. All of him. His chest pressed against yours, the muscles of his back flexing with every little movement, his hands pressing you against the outline of his growing erection. You got drunk on him as you kissed, trying to memorize every detail of his body and the way it felt to be trapped in his arms. You wanted more. You needed more. Your center throbbed with desperation so you moved your hips in search of some friction. Bucky's chest vibrated with a low moan, his hands gripping your ass tighter before pulling away from the door.

He walked with you in his arms until he reached the couch, where he carefully dropped down without taking his lips off yours. You straddled his lap with one leg on either side of his thighs, his hands gripping your waist. The new angle allowed you to feel him in a different way. Your short dress had ridden up even higher, exposing your covered center. Bucky settled back on the couch and you let out a slight moan at the subtle brush of his pelvis against yours. Your skin was on fire and so was his. You let your hands travel down his body under his shirt, trailing your fingers over every inch of skin you were able to reach until Bucky had enough and decided to remove his shirt. 

When his chest was exposed you trailed your wet kisses down his neck, sucking and biting his skin as a way of marking your territory, just as he had done with you seconds before. Bucky tightened his grip on your waist as he pulled his head back to give you more room to continue your assault on his body. He was enjoying being claimed as yours more than he would like to admit, letting out a series of incoherent moans each time you sucked on his sensitive parts. 

In the heat of the moment, your fingers brushed over the scars on his left shoulder and a couple of seconds later your lips made contact with the area, spreading kisses all over his skin. You started at his left collarbone, moving slowly towards his shoulder until your lips made contact with the metal, and then you moved back up. These kisses were different from the rest. They were not wet and desperate, but slow and full of love. They were a silent way of showing him how deep your feelings for him were. A way to tell him you wanted more than a one night stand with him without having to use words.

Bucky opened his eyes as he noticed the change in the mood. And when he saw you there, showing love to one of the parts of his body he hated the most, his heart squeezed in his chest. A wave of heat washed over him, but it wasn't lust or jealousy as he had previously felt. This time it was love. Love that coursed through his whole body, filling him with that euphoric feeling he didn't think he would ever be able to feel again after all he had been through. 

And then he knew he could no longer deny what he felt. 

Bucky pulled you off his chest, lifting your face so he could look into your eyes. His flesh hand caressed your cheek, delighting in the way you closed your eyes and leaned into his touch. He slid his fingers delicately across your skin until he reached your chin. When you opened your eyes again you found his intense gaze locked on your lips. His thumb gently caressed your lower lip before his eyes focused on yours again.

"I love you." It was barely a whisper, as if he was afraid to say those words out loud. But you heard it and your heart burst with joy at the confirmation that your feelings were reciprocated. 

You took his hand between yours, bringing it to your lips to place a delicate kiss on the back of it, a subtle way to calm his nerves. His eyes followed your every move, admiring your face as he waited for a response. "I love you too." You whispered before joining your lips again, only this time it was in a slow kiss charged with love and affection.

It was the kind of kiss you always imagined sharing with him, your lips moving together in perfect harmony as you allowed yourself just to feel. Feel the love you had fought so hard to suppress. Feel the intimacy of the moment and the sheer bliss that came over you at the proximity. Feel how well your lips seemed to fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle, and how right it was. Feel the true extent of your connection.

"Ah finally! Seems like everything worked out according to plan." Zemo's voice forced you to separate. According to plan? "I'm glad, I was getting tired of the sexual tension in the air whenever you to where in the same room. I would love to leave you alone to… continue this, but Sam is looking for you."

Without another word, Zemo disappeared behind the door leaving you looking at each other in confusion. So that had been his plan all along, huh? You couldn't say you were mad at him. Yes, maybe the manipulation and mind games were annoying, but at least this time they had worked in your favor.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fem reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x yn #marvel imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction

[breadtheft1796]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

thank you for the tag @palettesofrenaissance <3

1. How many works do you have on ao3? 91 (with 8 of those posted anonymously and 26 current hidden).

2. What's your total ao3 word count? 316,689

3. What fandoms do you write for? i currently write for marvel and good omens. previously i have written for doctor who, hannibal, harry potter, hetalia, interview with the vampire, les misérables, and the walking dead (occasionally i dip back into writing those). and some other one-off fics for other fandoms.

4. Top five fics by kudos: quips and endearments (t, 1.6k) aragorn and legolas flirt to keep morale up acts of service (t, 4k) aziraphale falls nothing but theatre (e, ongoing) bucky/zemo fake dating and time travel au behind the make-up (t, 1k) the grandmaster exposes loki's mouth scars hannibal, it's tinsel (g, <1k) hannibal/will fluffy hissy fits over xmas decs

5. Do you respond to comments? i like to and try to but i've got behind on it lately. i need to catch up.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? angst is my thing so most of my fics end angstily. maybe either: uncovered secrets (e, 5k) bucky recognises heinrich in one of zemo's family photos lithium (e, 3k) zemo's first look at the latvian apartment since his family's death

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? definitely this, it's very hopeful for the future: falling leaves and apple pulp (g, <1k) bucky and sarah go apple picking

8. Do you get hate on fics? i used to but not so much anymore. i've had a couple of hate anons on here related to fics though.

9. Do you write smut? yes, occasionally but i'm not very good at it.

10. Craziest crossover: i haven't really done many crossovers but i mix adaptions a lot.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? i had a couple stolen off deviantart and ff.net back in the day but nothing off ao3 that i'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? no but i had one of my anonymously posted fics podfic'd, so that was nice.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? i'd say so, yes, because even though it wasn't a back and forth thing some of the babes from the winterbaron discord have plotted and contributed so heavily to fics that i refuse to take full credit. also me and @palettesofrenaissance are going to be co-writing something soon so that's exciting!

14. All time favorite ship? usually i would usually say peggy/steve from mcu because i've loved them fiercely since 2011. but i'm going to say england/spain from hetalia because i'm feeling nostalgic at the moment and i always fall back into writing fic for them when i'm feeling particularly stressed or down.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i don't often write multi-chapter fics so only have one wip currently up. it would be good to get that finished, since i'm only 1 chapter away from an epilogue.

16. What are your writing strengths? angst. character studies and introspection. oneshots. i've been told i'm good at setting the tone and atmosphere, and i keep getting comments saying i'm good at conveying emotion, which makes me insanely happy.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? worldbuilding in general. multi-chapter fics. spelling and grammar. knowing how to end fics. smut. i'm also very quick to get discouraged and abandon fics all together.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? i love it. other languages are often so beautiful and i like looking up commonly used phrases and contexts for how they are used. i've used other languages in most of my mcu fics.

19. First fandom you wrote in? i have hazy memories of this but i think it was twilight, where instead of going to italy to save edward, she and alice got together instead. i stand by 15 year old me's taste in ship. the first fic i posted online was for hetalia though, the twilight one stayed in a notepad.

20. Favorite fic you've written? i couldn't just pick one so: the last of fine days (m, 15k) zemo's old family home plays tricks on their minds -> my first attempt at gothic domestic/horror and i'm proud of it. migraine aura (m, 5k) aziraphale and crowley are exes stuck together at a party -> i wanted to write the most claustrophobic, overstimulating environment i could and i think i succeeded.

no pressure tagging, in case any of you felt like it: @zsparz, @milarca, @zemos-bathrobe, @fuddlewuddle, @yolkinthejump, @captainjimothycarter

#brioche notes

[six-demon-bag]

Crash Landing

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Helmut Zemo

Summary: His forest and his dog are all Bucky needs for company, content to stay in his remote mountain cabin and barely interact with anyone at all. An unusual man crashing into his forest, unconscious and injured brings new things into Bucky’s life.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, mountain man bucky, rich danger zemo, Caretaking, Flirting, but also flirting failures, Pining, Anal Sex

Word count: 8222

Link: Crash Landing

Excerpt:

He picks his way down, watching the fire chewing its way around the engines warily. There’s a spray of holes along the side and he pauses to run a finger over the sharp edges. Bullet holes. Someone shot this plane, likely before it took off, and damaged it enough the pilot couldn’t make it past the mountains. The reminder of the pilot turns Bucky to the mangled cockpit. Goat barks a question, and Bucky grimaces. He shouldn’t stay close to this wreck for long in case the fire reaches the fuel tanks. The glass is spiderwebbed with cracks and he can’t make anything out inside the cockpit. No one responds when he taps on it, and he hopes there’s not someone about to shoot at him. It takes a lot of effort to rip the canopy off. He tosses it to the side and peers down into the tilted cabin. There’s only one person inside, crumpled across the seat and a long dark coat obscuring most of his body from Bucky. His head is turned away and facing down, hair hanging as limply as the rest of him. He’s clearly unconscious.

#winterbaron #i h8 titles #have this whatever #sixdemon fic

[theartofimagining13]

Imagine:

You and Bucky have been working together for quite some time now and he’s developed such a huge crush on you. By a twist of fate, you two have to join forces for a while with Zemo who wastes no time in flirting with you which busts Bucky’s balls. He gets super territorial over you and is suddenly scolding you every minute. This eventually leads to an argument between you where he has no choice but to confess how he feels because it’s the only way you’ll understand this new attitude of his. He fears that Zemo will rob him of his chance to be with you.

#Work and play they're never okay to mix... the way... we do. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL I CAN SAY I SHOULDN'T SAY CAN WE TAKE A RIDE? ♪ #Imagine Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes #Imagine Zemo #Zemo #Sebastian Stan #Daniel Brühl #Bucky Barnes x reader #Zemo x reader #Imagine

[ladyironsky]

Sam and Steve trying to convince Zemo to help with a mission.

Steve: and we can reduce your sentence and-

Sam: you can flirt with Bucky as much as you want

Zemo: Sold

Steve: wait, what?

Later, on the mission

Zemo: *flirting nonstop with Bucky*

Bucky: *bored, and annoyed with Steve, starts flirting back*

Steve: Now hold on a second

#stucky #winterbaron #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sam wilson #helmut zemo

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Free - Helmut Zemo X Female Reader

Title: Free

Helmut Zemo X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Sam (Mentioned), Bucky (Mentioned), Fury (Mentioned), the Avengers (Mentioned), and Dora Milaje (Mentioned)

Requested by @freestarlight!

WC: 2,574

Warnings: Reader was an ex-SHIELD agent, blip mentioned, FATWS canon violence mentioned very briefly, slight angst, some good ol' flirting, crying, some kissing, confessions, nicknames, Reader is kind of a criminal now..., slight suggestiveness, and fluff

You never thought you'd ever fall in love. You were an agent for SHIELD who worked constantly and had no time for real personal matters or relationships. For years, you did your job. Going on small missions for Fury, filing paperwork, and even sometimes working undercover when needed, but all the while you did your job; and you did it well. You hardly ever thought about a life where you had a "normal" job. Yes, sometimes you daydreamed of a better apartment, maybe even a pet to keep you company on the days you were free from work. And, yes. You daydreamed when you were off work, dressed in sweats on your couch as you binge-watched some Netflix movie. You thought about a life with a sweet partner, a house with a white picket fence, and maybe a pet or two. But you knew with the life that you chose, that seemingly perfect dream wasn't possible.

You never thought you'd ever have a life outside of work, so when the snap happened. A lot of things had changed. SHIELD wasn't as... Alive, shall we say, and you were basically out of the job for five years. You had to think of something. So, when you had the chance, you got a job as a waitress. It paid alright, but not the best. You had to deal with rude customers and low wages, and sadly just working that job couldn't pay the bills. So, you had to take up another part-time job. You were able to get a job in an office building. And with your filing expertise, you went around five hours of the day filing papers, and files, and using the copier machine. Those five years were rough. You sort of missed your job at SHIELD.

You were overwhelmed when everyone came back. Only five years prior did you have to basically restart your life, and now, you had to do it again. New York had become a very stressful environment. The people there were not as trusting as they once were. But, you still kept your head down and your mouth shut and did as you always had done. You were going to survive this new life. You did it once, and you could do it again. And because life just loved to kick you while you were down, you got a phone call a couple of weeks after everyone came back. It was an unknown caller, but for some reason, you answered it. Your brain rationalized that it was a scammer or a wrong number. But, no. You knew that voice from your time at SHIELD. It was Sam Wilson. The Falcon. 

He was asking for your help. Yours! Like you could help him figure out who's been recreating the Super Soldier Serum, really? You were just a Level Two Agent. You didn't know all about the details; you only knew the basics. You wouldn't be a help to him at all. If anything, you wouldn't only get him killed. But Sam insisted you join him and Bucky and find out who was recreating the serum and stop them. You wanted to say no, you really, really did. But, something deep down inside you was nagging you to say yes. You couldn't explain it, not even now, but that feeling... It was like another force, pulling and pushing you. You said 'yes,' and suddenly you were in a plane headed toward Madripoor.

~~~

Again, you never thought you'd fall in love. But... When you saw him... Dancing to the loud, pulsing music of the dark club... He was tall, wearing a seemingly costly outfit, and he was just chilling; having a good time. You were smitten instantly. You wanted to go over to him and dance, too. But, your body froze in place. You had a job to do, sadly. You didn't have time to go over there. That's when you found Sam and Bucky, and they uttered the mysterious man's name. Helmut Zemo. You had heard that name before. With your Level Two clearance, sometimes you were allowed to review criminal files, and Zemo was one of them. You had read through his file probably more than ten times, almost invested in his saddening story. The loss of his home and family... Even though your mind tried to object, you couldn't help but feel sorry for him; understanding why he was so against the Avengers in the first place. You understood, to an extent, his pain.

For however long, you, Bucky, Sam, and Zemo stayed at his safe house in Latvian. It was lavish, to say the least. You knew Zemo was a Baron and all, but you were hypnotized by the lovely blue, red, yellow, and clear star-shaped glass that made up the four large windows. And during your time staying there, you had grown very close to the Baron. Zemo was sweet, compassionate, and even funny at times. He would subtly poke fun at Sam or Bucky, making you have to hide your grins. 

During one day in the Latvian home, Sam and Bucky had asked you to watch Zemo for the day while they went out for some research purposes. You were a bit hesitant, but that uncertainty washed away when Zemo offered to make you tea. It was calm, the time you had watching Zemo. Even though Sam and Bucky were very cautious of the man, you didn't think Zemo was an actual threat. He did what he had to do, he got his revenge. He was not a threat. He especially wasn't a threat when he walked out of that great bathroom of his in a blue robe, slippers, and chain around his neck. He even offered the bathroom to you next, allowing you to have a nice warm bath to relax and calm you. Of course, you took it.

You sat together, side by side. Just talking. The conversation was a bit awkward in the beginning, but you quickly relaxed in his presence. He was a very charming and soothing person, his accented voice was hypnotic, and the way he looked at you gave you butterflies in your stomach. You weren't used to men looking at you in such an affectionate or caring manner. But Zemo was different. You felt comfortable around him. The tension between you and him melted away after only a few minutes in his presence. He made you laugh, almost crying laughing, he was addicting. And on top of that, he was a good listener, he listened to you. You couldn't believe how close the two of you got in the span of three hours. From small glimpses into each other's pasts to full conversations about everything under the sun. You couldn't remember the last time you felt this... Content.

"So," You turned slightly in your seat on the couch to face Zemo, tucking your legs under you slightly. "Don't laugh but this question has been on my mind for a while."

Zemo gave you a small grin, his arm across the back of the couch, his hand almost grazing your shoulder. "Ask me whatever you want; I will not judge."

Your cheeks flushed, and you bit your lip slightly as you spoke, "What's your favorite color?" You blushed harder when you realized what you had just blurted out, and how silly the question was.

"Well," His green eyes sparkled as he smiled, his accent more prominent than usual, "My favorite color is purple." Your eyes winded slightly in surprise and Zemo chuckled as he continued, "Specifically Dark Orchid. And you?"

"Y/F/C." You spoke with a small laugh, tilting your head slightly as you stared at the man before you, "Why Dark Orchid specifically?"

"Yes, well..." Zemo started, licking his lips. "Dark Orchid, the color conveys a message of strength, mystery, and determination." He smirked, "Descriptors that I believe I possess." He spoke with such confidence in his words. It was adorable, how much confidence he carried in himself. "I find that to be fitting."

"Very," You smiled. "I completely agree, Mr. Baron. Very fitting indeed." Zemo laughed at the title you bestowed upon him. 

Zemo turned his gaze to you, his brown eyes soft and warm as he stared right into your orbs. "I'm glad you agree, meine Schatz. But, please..." The tips of his fingers grazed your shoulder, "Call me Helmut."

A flustered smile formed across your features and your heart began racing. How could you possibly deny this man? "Alright... Helmut."

Zemo had thought you were beautiful from the moment Sam and Bucky introduced you to him at the club. His eyes followed you wherever you went, admiring every inch of your being. Zemo's locked-away heart was rapidly beating in his chest, wanting to escape; and you had the key. At first, he tried to ignore these growing feelings. He hadn't felt this way in a long time; not since he met his late wife. This love, this longing for you, was unfamiliar and frightening. He didn't know if he could do it again, his mind racing with 'what ifs'. What if he did let himself fall for you and you mirrored those feelings? What if something bad happened and you got hurt? What if you didn't even return those feelings? What if you hated him? Would he be alone forever? He had accepted that a long time ago. All those thoughts swirled inside his mind, making him feel sick to his stomach.

But then, in the quiet moments, when you were both relaxing in his Latvian home, he realized that he had fallen for you. Hard.

~~~

After defeating the Flag-Smashers, stopping the serum, and the Dora Milaje wanted Zemo. You were scared when they first came to take him away, you stayed close to Helmut's side, thankful that they gave him more time. Those extra eight hours gave you and Helmut enough time to think of what to do. Without Bucky or Sam even suspecting anything, you and Helmut were able to escape. It was a hard task, but the two of you were able to ride off in one of Helmut's fancy cars, right off into the sunset. You almost felt bad for Sam and Bucky, after they had asked for your help, only for you to run off with the man who caused so much pain and mischief. But, when you turned to gaze at the man behind the wheel beside you, the wind blowing through your hair and the sun gently setting on the horizon behind the two of you, you didn't care anymore.

"They are going to take you away, Helmut." You stared desperately up at him, your fingers clenched around the sleeve of his expensive coat.

"It doesn't matter now, my Y/N." He said softly, taking your hands into his. "There is no point worrying about it. I can not stop them this time. I have to go with them."

You rapidly shook your head, "No, Hel, you don't. You deserve a second chance." You pledged, "I cannot allow them to take you away."

He pulled your hands into his, intertwining his fingers with yours, and leaned into your palm, staring lovingly into your eyes. "Please, Y/N, do not try to stop them. It won't be possible."

You frowned deeply, looking down at your shoes, pressed toe to toe with one another, you closed your eyes, tears threatening to spill as you tried to control your breathing. "We don't have to stop them if we leave, Helmut. We can escape and run away. We can restart our lives... You can be free."

He gently ran a finger under your chin, lifting your head up to look at him. He was smiling down at you sweetly, his eyes sparkling with adoration. "My sweet Y/N," He whispered. "They will hunt us down like animals. They will come for you. I can not let that happen."

You felt the tears fall down your cheeks, "I don't care." You cried, "Even if you don't believe it, you deserve a second chance. I know how much pain you have suffered and how much you have struggled. Please, Helmut, don't go."

His hand reached up and wiped a tear off your cheek, cupping your face tenderly. Leaning down, Helmut's eyes fluttered shut as his lips touched yours gently; brushing against you like a feather. He paused, his breathing shallow, and his lips hovering over yours, waiting for your response. You didn't waste another second, leaning up a little bit to press your lips against his, kissing him passionately, feeling his kiss returning your passion. His hands came to rest around your waist and you could feel yourself melt into his hold. His lips moved perfectly against your own as he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer to him until there was no space between you two. Your hands made their way around his shoulders, the fur of his coat tickling you slightly as your fingers raked through the hair on the nape of his neck.

After what seemed like an eternity, you broke apart slightly to catch your breath. Your hands still held onto him tightly as you looked him in the eyes. Your heart swelled as you gazed into his eyes filled with adoration, "Helmut..." You muttered breathlessly, your voice barely audible. 

His hand trailed its way up to your face once again, gently wiping the wetness from your cheeks with his thumb. He smiled softly down at you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. His nose brushed against yours lightly, as a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "We should leave soon, my love. We don't want to get caught."

You were free. For the first time in years, you finally felt happy. You felt truly happy.

~~~

You never thought you'd fall in love. You never thought you'd have that chance to find someone who loved you for you. You had accepted that fact and had lived your life that way, but, here you were; tangled in the silk sheets of a king-sized bed. The sun softly shone through the small opening in the curtain, casting warm rays upon your soft skin, making you feel sleepy. You turned over, wrapping your arms around a very familiar body. A body that belonged to the man you loved so dearly. You smiled as you kissed along his jawline, before closing your eyes and nuzzling your face into his warm neck. You could feel him smile, kissing your temple tenderly. "Good morning, meine Schatz," He mumbled in that raspy, husky voice. You smiled even wider.

"Morning, Hel." You sighed out softly, your fingers running up and down his spine, and he hummed contently. You snuggled closer, sighing contentedly; enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.

"What should we do today, my love?" He asked, his fingers slowly, soothingly, running up and down your arm, caressing your own skin. You smiled, pressing your lips against his throat.

"I don't know. I mean, it's Sunday, we could stay in bed all day..." You replied, trailing your fingers across the bare skin on his chest.

"I'm not opposed to that," He murmured. "If you wish it, we can stay here as long as you desire, my dove."

You giggled, burying your face deeper in his neck. "That sounds perfect, darling." You replied, letting out a sigh as you felt the warmth of his body surround you.

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[reveriix]

Detective Mobius on a train ready for his vacation and then a murder happens that he needs to solve it but there is always these two that say they want to help but keep flirting with him aka Loki and Zemo.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Mobius: please let me work

Loki: i can be of help

Zemo: doubtful

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[starryevermore]

Bucky x reader where it’s the scene in TFATWS of madripoor (is that right?). And Bucky is all like “no reader stays here” so Zemo purposely flirts with the reader to make Bucky jealous? Bucky and R have a moment and Zemos like “You’re welcome”

jealous!bucky in madripoor ✧ bucky barnes

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request: Bucky x reader where it’s the scene in TFATWS of madripoor (is that right?). And Bucky is all like “no reader stays here” so Zemo purposely flirts with the reader to make Bucky jealous? Bucky and R have a moment and Zemos like “You’re welcome” - anon

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count: 654

warnings?: jealous!bucky, not proofread

bucky hated this. he really fucking hated this. 

was it not enough that he had to pretend to be the winter soldier again? that he had to relive his worst nightmare? that he had to play into his very own fear that, perhaps, there was more of the soldier in him than he wanted?

was it not enough that he had to walk into the lion’s den? was it not enough that sam was having to walk into the den with him? was it not enough that he had to worry for not only his safety but for the safety of the closest person he could call a friend? 

why, why, did zemo have to torture him like this? why did he have to bring you along? why couldn’t you have stayed in some sort of safe house? 

though…bucky wasn’t sure such a thing existed in madripoor. perhaps you being with them was the safer option. 

that, of course, didn’t mean bucky had to like it. nor did he have to like how zemo paraded you around, had you wear a skin-tight, low-cut dress that had every person in the room look at you like they were the predator and you were their prey. 

all he wanted to do was to take you in his arms, carry you out of the bar, double-checking that sam was following, and get the hell out of there. that, however, was not the mission. 

but, neither was zemo flirting with you. zemo was not to be pressing kisses to your neck. zemo was not to be twirling you hair around his finger. zemo was not to be saying suggestive things about you.

you were a saint, an angel. you deserved to be treated like a princess. and bucky was going to kill zemo for treating you like an object—even if it was only for the purposes of the mission. 

in some ways, bucky was grateful that the mission so quickly went to shit. at least that meant zemo got his goddamned hands off of you. of course, he wasn’t fond of the way it came about, in a storm of gunfire, but…well, at least he could return to his job of keeping you safe. 

and bucky was particularly grateful when sharon arrived, providing them shelter in her home. which was the two of you were now, bucky dressing a wound you had gotten in your escape. 

“is everything alright?” you asked as bucky disinfected the wound. 

bucky only hummed, not keen on using his words. if he spoke, he might sound upset, and he didn’t want you to think he was upset with you when that couldn’t be further from the truth. 

“thank you,” you said, “for keeping me safe back there. i think i’d be a lot more bloody if you hadn’t jumped in when you had.”

“i’ll always be there to protect you,” he allowed himself to say. “i should kill zemo for putting you in a position where you could get hurt.”

“buck, i’m an avenger. i’ve signed up for this kind of life.”

“doesn’t mean i have to like it. doesn’t mean i have to like when another man has his hands all over you, disrespecting you, treating you like an object to be owned rather than a treasure to be cherished,” he said, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. 

you raised a brow. “is that jealousy i hear?”

“what if it was?”

“if it was…then i would have to show you why i’m the one who deserves your affection.”

and when you leaned in, pressing your lips to his, your arms winding around his neck, your fingers entangled in his hair, for a moment, he considered extending a thank you to zemo. 

(that thought was gone almost as quickly as it came, as zemo chose that moment to walk in, interrupting the moment)

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[illicien]

Just some 5am WinterBaron smut thoughts but:

Zemo hiring sex workers to help deal with this insatiable urge of his to rail Bucky into the ground, hoping it will curb that weird feeling that's been building. Y'know, finding someone with dark hair maybe blue eyes, face down if he needs. He gets drunk, does it somewhere dark, scratches the itch because he's not really ready to play roulette with whether the proposition will result in Bucky furious with him or not.

Bucky, on the other hand, is simply struggling with expressing his interest and genuinely has no idea what's up with Zemo - is their flirting a game? Is that look he keeps catching every so often in Zemo's eyes something he's reading right? Is it just some manipulation? He has no idea, but Zemo going out every few nights and coming back drunk and smelling like sex is starting to rattle him.

So he goes to figure out what's going on. Manages to meet up with the worker ahead of time - doesn't really occur to him that they look similar in the slightest, not at first. The sex worker is just like yeah no I can't just... Let you watch, dude, that's not how this works. So Bucky pays him off figuring, hell, whatever, this is sorta what he wants anyway and they look similar enough. So it'll just be his secret if this works out, whatever.

Turns out yeah, Zemo is WASTED when he shows up, but wasted or not he's not exactly an idiot. Sure, he doesn't notice before they start fucking (he's way too impatient to bother with getting either of them fully undressed) but also - he's been studying Bucky for way the fuck too long to not figure him out when he finally rolls him onto his back and recognizes him properly.

And it really does take him a minute even then, because if it was Bucky why would he let him do this? Why wouldn't he have just said something? Why didn't he say something sooner??

Meanwhile Bucky's sorta half-stunned recognizing that even before Zemo figured him out he'd been saying his name and saying CERTAIN THINGS he never thought he'd hear Zemo say...

Needless to say they need to talk, but Zemo's definitely too wasted for it right then.

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[violetmuses]

Seeing Black - Bucky Barnes (18+ MINORS DNI)

TITLE: “Seeing Black” - Bucky Barnes (18+ MINORS DNI) 

FANDOM: Marvel’s “Falcon and The Winter Soldier” 

CHARACTER: James “Bucky” Barnes 

MAIN PAIRING: James “Bucky” Barnes + Female Reader 

MAIN STORYLINE: Years have passed, but you’ll never forget…. 

Author’s Note: Hey! Here’s the sequel to “Shards.” As a warning, this One Shot includes SMUT content. (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc. Thanks so much for reading and feedback would be greatly appreciated. - V. 💜

Also dedicated to @targaryenvampireslayer. Thank you so much for supporting my work! 🩵

Shards - Bucky Barnes (18+ MINORS DNI)

Main Masterlist

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2024

James never even heard your story. The real one. Did you serve the country like him before HYDRA found something? 

Possibilities seemed endless with someone like you. 

Skilled. Inconspicuous. Brutal when need be. 

Fucking beautiful. 

Could some of your own missions ever involve seducing people for information? 

All these years later, James learns at last that the answer is yes. 

Apparently, you were hired as one of Selby’s private servers. Setting down bottles on the table and organizing glasses, you barely make eye contact with all three men. Your body sways in this tight dress. Even fabric rides up whenever you move. 

If not for his need to stay in character around Zemo and Sam, James would’ve flirted. 

As of now, he’s fighting every urge to step forward and acknowledge you. You’re teasing this room in the worst way possible, intoxicating. 

“Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum and I will give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything that you want.” Helmut Zemo stood up from his chosen armchair and lurked towards James, momentarily baiting Selby here.

You can’t do anything, only pouring each glass of whisky for the guests. Nearby, Helmut Zemo, an escaped terrorist, rubs James’s chin. 

“Now, that’s the Zemo I remember. I’m glad I decided not to kill you straight away. Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant, but right.” Selby almost plastered her wickedly famous smile. 

It wasn’t long before Zemo then sat back down in the chic armchair, gladly taking the drink. James and Sam were once again quiet, refusing other glasses. 

“Thank you.” Zemo’s Sokovian accent rasps towards you towards dim lighting. His deep brown eyes also send chills. 

“You like her?” Selby smirks, glancing near Zemo for just a moment. You planned to corner elsewhere in the room, but this woman brought up another “special” tonight. 

Internally, James wants to end that facade right now and punch Zemo square in the face. Of course Sam can’t look out of place either, but even he knows what’s going on. 

An incoming prospect couldn’t actually be happening. Did you even consent for moments like this? 

“She is remarkable.” Zemo continues, glancing up at you from the chair and biting his lip soon afterwards. 

“Come here, love.” Selby purrs once more, gesturing for you to come back near this crowd. 

With no other choice, you listen, striding your heels towards Selby and these particular men. You can’t look weak around James, especially given current circumstances. 

One wrong move will lead towards death. 

“Yes?” You finally allow yourself to speak and then face Selby in the name of complete obedience. Staying in Madripoor keeps you out of a cage, no matter how dark every night could be. 

“Help my friend. He’s rotted away in a German prison for eight years.” Selby implies so much and you know the drill by now. 

Satisfy whoever. Listen to every command like a good girl. 

Staying in character but slightly intrigued, Zemo rests his glass down and prepares for all you offer. 

James wants to scream. He remains stone faced, but burns within. Despite his call to this mission of Dr. Nagel’s plan, he remembers that amazing night with you. 

The car. The hotel room. Your mewling cries of pleasure. Growling to reach your melted spots over and over again. 

Both lust and need course through James, but envy rears its head, showing up as you face Zemo and dare the unthinkable. 

You’ve straddled the Baron and reach out to smooth back his light brown hair. He wrapped both arms around your waist. 

“Anything you want.” You say to Zemo, curling your nail to run one lingering touch along his bare chin. 

All that you can manage from Zemo is earning one feverish kiss. He sat up in the armchair and settled your weight further onto him, setting his dangerous lips onto yours. 

By the time your own lips pull away from him and you rise to leave the press of his ever-slightly mounting pants,  Zemo struggles breathing. Even one curl falls out of nowhere, shadowing brown eyes. 

“She’s brillant.” Selby chimes back in. 

“What were we discussing?” Seconds later, Zemo clears his thoat, trying to stop the absolute erection that should’ve kicked off now. 

“Nagel.” Selby winks in return, surely going back into this conversation. 

__________

“What the hell is wrong with you?” James finally breaks character and yells at Zemo. 

By this point, all three men had chased out the Brass Monkey Saloon because Sarah called Sam’s phone, almost immediately prompting covers to be ruined. 

Just before Selby could signal their kill, one piercing gunshot ran out, all thanks to Sharon Carter. 

With Selby dead, bullets zipped and this huge escape ran out, leaving one bounty to loom right over their heads. 

“Part of the plan.” Zemo defends himself. 

“Looked desperate if you ask me.” James rips back. “Should’ve taken my chance to kill you on the plane.” James metions his earlier close-call. Zemo had called out Nakajima after reading Steve’s gifted notebook. 

“Is that jealousy I hear right now, James?” Briefly smiling, Zemo keeps talking regardless. “Do you want a complete stranger?” 

Shut the hell up. You have no idea. James thought to himself. 

“Sharon, did you see her get out of there?” Ignoring Zemo, James mentions you, hoping that you’re still alive. 

“Yes.” Sharon reveals.  

_____________

Sharon’s party ends near two in the morning. 

In one bedroom, somehow not even drunk, Zemo is nursing his umpteeth drink of the night. Yet, he then sets that glass elsewhere and opts to settle down at last. No more grooving. 

Sam snores in another guest room, worn out from that mission instead of jamming this evening  with other people. 

As for James, he found you on the dance floor. You dodged Zemo that time, swaying alone in a brand-new outfit. No blood. You looked genuinely happy for once because Sharon must’ve saved you too. 

Now, you’re kissing James on the couch, half-naked as another striking dress pools around your waist. His leftward metal arm also whirs at times, clutching the hold in question. 

“Did you like him?” James asks you, surely mentioning Zemo and revealing that low New York accent. 

“It wasn’t bad. He got hard too. I’m not stupid.” You tell James. 

“Nasty bastard.” James mumbles and you run your fingers close to his beard, gently scratching. “I’m better.” 

“I know.” You say, remembering everything about what happened eight years ago.

____________

Using a condom this time, James turns you around for his favorite position. Over and over again, you muffle cries of pleasure as his hips slap against your bare ass once more. 

Dressed in this black and dapper suit earlier, this former Winter Soldier unbuttoned his slacks, sliding into you from the back mercilessly. 

He then covered your mouth wth his leftward metal palm, trying to stifle the possibility of getting caught. He’ll always remember what went down in the car. 

Sharon’s rooms aren’t soundproof here. 

“This is mine! Remember?” James clenches his bright teeth once more, still not trying himself away. 

“Yes!” You whimper into one sofa and his New York accent growled closer and closer towards you. 

“Cum for me, Doll. It’s safe now. Cum.” James offers that direction without malice, wanting you around before anyone else. Zemo be damned. 

“Oh…” You cry out and spill for James as told, warming up the condom seconds later. 

His hips stutter and James pulls out of your core, leaving you empty as he throws out the condom. 

Not long after you’ve fixed your dress, James returns to the couch. He then grabs your face with both hands, metal and bare, to kiss you deeply. 

Your breath trembles when James moves away from you, ending another moment of passion. 

__________

“Four members of the radical group the Flag Smashers were killed today in a car bomb attack as they were being transferred to a high-security prison. There are no suspects in the bombing. The group had opposed the global relocation efforts of the GRC, who just this week had announced changes in their overall policies of repatriation and resettlement.”

You’ve escaped Madripoor at last, but listen to the radio while driving in New York. Whoever was responsible for taking out those remaining Flag Smashers would deal with hell in time. 

Recently, your own record was quickly pardoned on the basis of extenuating circumstances. The Blip and Snap screwed up everyone, leaving countless folks to go mad, if not act worse like Karli. 

Now, times were different. You started with a clean slate, and could wake up every day with a clear conscience. 

Pulling onto one extremely familiar parking lot, you roll down the window and honk that horn, calling out towards fresh air. 

“Buck, we’ll be late! Hurry.” You then notice James stubbing out a cigarette and call his nickname. 

“Thought I could drive.” Smiling, he leans inward to kiss you and walks around for the passenger seat. 

“Come on.” You rush to speak, almost speeding out of the lot as this car leaves Dr. Raynor’s office. 

____________

“She's your girlfriend now?” Sam, now officially working as Captain America, questions James at the Wilson family cookout in Lecroix days later. 

“Yeah.” James confirms this truth and lifts his beer, watching you laugh with Sarah across the boardwalk. 

Happy endings exist after all. 

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