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are you flirting or starting a fight?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: You and Bucky are always arguing about the smallest things. But everyone knows that fighting is just another word for foreplay.

Wordcount: 1.8k

Warnings: fluff. fight-flirting. heavy flirting, pet names. kissing. a little bit blood. slight angst. protective Bucky. teasing. idiots in love.

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"Don't you dare run away from me!"

Bucky's angry voice echoed through the corridors of the Thunderbolts Tower.

You kept on walking, unbothered and without turning back to him. "And what if I do? I have places to be”

When you enter the training room, the eyes of everyone present were already on you. Not that it would stop you. With a short nod in the crowd you continue your way. Behind you, a scolding Bucky.

"For fuck's sake, stop walking away!"

Yelena was the first to interfere. "What's wrong with you lovebirds?"

Bucky ignored her. But you don't.

"Mr. Super Soldier here is mad at me for getting myself a coffee."

Bob snorted. “Isn't that a bit exaggerated?”

Bucky gave him a warning look and Bob visibly pulled his head in and raised his hands defensively. "Sorry, buddy."

"What she forgot to mention," Bucky began, crossing his arms over his chest. "Is that she stole my motorcycle for it and didn't even wear a damn helmet."

Your gaze rested a little too long on his defined arms, which, despite his defensive posture, seemed like an invitation to you.

“Oh please! You sound like a father of four children. Don't make such a drama, Dad.” You teased him.

"Stop with that bullshit. You could have died, are you aware of that?”

You put your hands on your hips and look up at him defiantly. "Say’s the right one. You're such a hypocrite, Bucky! You're constantly driving without a helmet and you're not half as careful as I am.”

Yelena and Bob weren't the only ones watching the spectacle between you and Bucky. Ava and John had also joined quietly and looked more than just amused. Alexei had also gotten wind of the action and sneak up behind his daughter, which was absolutely pointless because of his height and also looked pretty stupid.

The team already knew your little bickering and they were used to you and Bucky constantly arguing about nearly everything. For them, it was as if they were turning on their daily soap opera and watching two idiots arguing.

"This is really the strangest flirting I've ever seen," Yelena said quietly to Bob.

He looked at her confused. “Is that supposed to be flirting? The two of them are constantly at each other's throats.”

"Believe me. If the two weren't so unbearably proud, they'd be ripping their clothes off here and now."

Bob frowned. "If that's attraction, then I've been doing it wrong all my life."

"That's not just attraction, Bob," Yelena murmured. "These are two idiots who love each other."

You don't hear anything from what the others said because you're way too busy stabbing Bucky with your eyes.

"My head doesn't burst like a fucking egg when it drops onto the street."

You laugh. "Yeah, because you have a way to thick skull. And you're so damn stubborn!”

You turn away from Bucky. But he didn't let you go. He ran after you and grabbed your wrist to keep you from escaping.

Upset, you swirl around to him. To your surprise, he was closer than expected and his face was only a few inches away from yours. Even if you had to look up at him.

"I'm not a hypocrite. I just don't want you to hurt yourself." His voice was now quieter, and sounded more like an insistent murmur than an instruction.

You swallow your snappy reply. "Nothing happened to me." You avoid his gaze for a second before you can scrape together your courage and look back at him again.

Bucky let go of your wrist and stepped back to bring some distance between you. “Next time you let me know in advance. Then I'll get you a coffee.”

With that, he turned to leave. Speechless you watched him walk away.

You thought Bucky was so angry because you took his motorcycle without asking. But apparently ... apparently he was worried about you. Strange.

For the rest of the day, there was no trace of Bucky. You wondered all the time if you hadn't been a little too hard on him. After all, he actually had a good point. He was the Super Soldier with the self-healing talent and the almost invulnerability. You were just a normal human being. No serum that made you particularly strong. And also no other superhuman force.

All you had to show off, was a training as a former widow. Which, of course, made you quite pain-resistant, but not invulnerable or even immortal.

The guilt moved into your chest at the moment you found Bucky in the kitchen by the evening. He looked pretty carried away. You could see that the whiskey bottle to his right was almost half empty.

"It's not healthy to drink alone, you know?"

Bucky looked up at you and leaned his forearms against the counter of the in-house bar. His gaze was clear and yet a shadow crossed his face. You couldn't quite interpret the expression.

"You should know that alcohol doesn't have the same effect on me as it does to others."

You roll your eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry. Bucky-I-am-so-different-than-all-the-other-boys-Barnes. Just because you can't get drunk, doesn't mean it's healthy.”

That made him grin grimly, which you label as a small victory. He didn't smile often, but when he did, it felt like the sun was rising. Within the team there was a secret competition about who managed to make Bucky laugh the most.

You're in the lead.

"You are truly special."

Your eyes widened in surprise. Was that a compliment? “Especially annoying? Irritating?”

Bucky just looked at you for a moment, then he smiled. "Just special."

A moment of silence lay over you, then you clear your throat and clap your hands with a wide smile. "I know what we need now!"

"We?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow.

You were already on your way to the kitchen counter, which was right next to the bar. "Yes, we. I won't let you drink the good stuff here alone, Barnes. And especially not without snacks.”

„Barnes?“ 

You look over your shoulder at him and catch him trying to hide a smile. "Isn't that your last name?"

"Yes, but you've never called me that."

You turn to the snacks again, but couldn’t force down a smirk. “There is a first time for everything. And I will continue to call you that. I don't care how you feel about it.”

You reach out for a glass from the top shelf and have to lean on the counter with one knee to reach it.

"I like it, doll."

The way he said the nickname, ignited a little firework in your chest and sent goosebumps down your spine. You felt your cheeks blush. Unfortunately, you lose your grip and try to stabilize yourself with both hands, whereby the glass on the kitchen surface bursts into a thousand pieces.

Your grip slips off and some splinters drilled into your hand and knee. A painful sound escaped your throat.

You almost tilted backwards, but instead you hit your back against something hard.

Bucky caught you and stabilized you so you didn't have to strain your injured knee.

„What the fuck, doll?“ 

You looked up at him and grimaced. "Now don't say it was my fault! That's clearly on you, Mister!”

He didn't answer. Instead, he hugged your hip and lifted you up to put you down on a free area of the kitchen counter. The sudden proximity to him accelerated your pulse immeasurably.

"Let me see," Bucky demanded grimly, looking first at your hand and then at your knee. He gripped your wrist with great care and held it under the running water, leaning even further towards you so that you could feel his breath on your skin.

Bucky turned off the water and grabbed some bandages, which he pulled out from under the sink. You let it happen and watch him. He stood between your legs and the sudden desire to wrap them around his waist made you blush even more.

But his angry expression kept you from such reckless actions.

"Bucky, it's not that bad. Just give me a band-aid and then...”

“Why do you keep doing this?” He barked. "Why do you keep making decisions that hurt you?"

You gasp indignantly. "Excuse me! It's not like I'm actively choosing to hurt myself.”

"And yet it happens again and again!"

“Why do you care, Barnes? You are not responsible for what happens to me!” You wanted to close your legs to push him away from you, but Bucky stopped you. His hands suddenly rested on your thighs, preventing you from moving with gentle pressure.

"But I care, doll. I care more than I should," he said. His gaze was agitated and his face was only a few inches away from yours.

Your eyes involuntarily slid to his lips at the thought of how they would feel on yours. "And why?"

Bucky didn't answer right away. His grip loosened and you feel his hands slowly gliding over the outside of your thighs, leaving a burning trail until they finally lay down and your hips. His touch triggered a wave of heat in you, which meant that you could not suppress a small sigh.

Bucky grinned knowingly, devilishly. "You know why."

Your hands rested on his broad shoulders, running slowly over the tense muscles under his red Henley shirt. A smile settled on your lips when you could see his reaction to your touch. His eyes widened and his lips parted. Desire was written all over his face.

„Show me how much you care.“ 

The words had not yet completely left your lips, when his crashed into them. Bucky conquered your mouth with such force that you would almost have tilted back if he hadn't held you.

Your hands found their way into his neck and finally buried in his hair, which made Bucky growle. He deepened the kiss and in response you wrap your legs around his hips. You held him tightly pressed against you so that he could not detach himself from you so easily.

That was the last thing Bucky wanted. He would never let you go. If it were up to him, he would repeat this moment for all eternity.

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damsel in not so much distress

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: You call him for help but Bucky won’t leave again without a reward.

Wordcount: 1k-ish

Warnings: fluff. slight nsfw (18+). teasing. kissing. touching. Bucky to the rescue. mention of sexual actions (not too graphic). mention of fingering. mention of oral (fem receiving).

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Bucky was working through some files in the Thunderbolts Tower, when his phone light up. It was a text message from you.

His girlfriend.

You: Hypothetical question: What is the best way to wire a mirror with lighting?

He sighted and started typing.

Bucky: It’s way past midnight. Go to sleep and I’ll come over tomorrow and handle this for you.

You: I am able to install the mirror myself.

Bucky: Why are you asking me then?”

You: So you don’t get bored. If you would excuse me... I have a mirror to install.

Bucky: We both know you’re the queen of clumsiness. Leave it, doll.

For a while there was no answer from you. Bucky tried to focus on the documents in front of him again. Paperwork had never been his specialty, but now it was even harder for him to concentrate.

When his cell phone lit up, he reached for it so quickly that he almost knocked over his coffee mug.

„Well. I have a problem”, your voice echoed through the speaker.

„I knew it. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

Bucky was happy to leave the overloaded desk and made his way to the underground parking lot to get on his motorcycle.

When he was standing in front of your apartment, he dialed your number.

„Would you be so kind and open the door?“ he asked annoyed after he had already knocked several times.

„I would love to, but that’s the problem ... I can’t get out of here.“

„What are you talking ab-"

„Stop asking questions and just break the door open! Goddammit!”

Bucky snorted amused. „For a damsel in distress, you have a rather bossy command tone on it.“

Bucky hung up, grabbed the door handle and broke the lock with a violent jerk.

„Love? Where are you?” Bucky asked into the void.

A rumble sounded. „In the bathroom. Leave your shoes on!“

Bucky closed the door behind him and followed your voice into the bathroom. Confused, he looked around the corner and found you squatting on a small drawer. With both hands you stand upright by leaning on the wall.

„What the hell are you doing up there?”

You blow a loose strand of hair out of your face, frustrated by your own helplessness. „The mirror broke,“ you say, nodding to the floor.

Only now did Bucky notice the infinite number of splinters that were scattered all over the bathroom floor. He looked at you again and couldn’t help but grin. You’re wearing nothing more than a tight top and ridiculously short pants.

And the fact that you squat barefoot on the dresser was probably the decisive reason for your call for help.

„I told you I could do that for you,“ Bucky said and made his way through the sea of shards.

„Yes, tomorrow. But I wanted to get it done today.”

„Impatient as always.”

When Bucky came to stand right in front of you, he spread his arms. „Jump.“

You do as you are told and sling your legs around his hips. Like a koala, you cling to him and could feel the gentle vibration in his chest as he started laughing.

„Save it, Barnes. That’s humiliating enough,“ you sigh into his neck.

Bucky carried you from the bathroom into the kitchen and put you down on the kitchen counter.

He placed his hands on both sides next to you. „Good. Maybe it’s a lesson for you that you don’t have to do everything alone. I’m here for things like that.”

You roll your eyes. „Yes, boyfriend of the year.“ You put a hand on his cheek and lean in for a kiss on his lips. “But jokes aside. Thank you for rescuing me.”

Bucky smiled and something cheeky flashed in his eyes. „Anytime.“

Bucky pressed his lips to yours again and placed his bionic hand in your neck.

A satisfied sigh escaped your mouth and your hands moved over his chest.

He let his flesh hand wander down the side of your chest and exerted a slight pressure on your hip ... before he made his fingers disappear under the waistband of your shorts.

You’re gasping. „Bucky ... what are you doing?“

He kissed your neck. „I’ll claim my reward.“ His voice was rough and deep. Colored with lust.

When his fingers found your most sensitive spot, it was over for your mind. Your hip bent towards his touch and your fingers clawed into his broad shoulders. Bucky left a trail of hot kisses that ran from your neck, over your collarbone and between your breasts.

„Bucky ...“ you sigh. Your body began to vibrate under his hands.

He was not swayed and kept on about taking off your shorts and underwear.

“Just one little touch and you are already shaking for me.” Bucky knelt down and smiled devilishly up at you. „My reward and your lesson.“

Then he buried his head between your thighs.

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lessons in dodging

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: Bucky gets very protective when he sees you with a bruise. Even if he isn’t your boyfriend… yet.

Wordcount: 1k-ish

Warnings: protective Bucky. bruises. training with Walker. Bucky has a huge crush on you. kissing. fluff. light angst. light hurt/comfort.

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„Raise your hands higher to protect your face,“ Walker showed you with a simple gesture how to fend off the punches. „Like that.“

You mirrored his posture. „Wouldn’t it be easier to just attack first?“

Walker moved slowly, so you could prepare for the impact. „Probably. But you have just started training and don’t get me wrong but ...“ he shrugged. „You’re not exactly the type for the first blow.“

„Ah. And what kind type am I then?”

„You are small and agile. So you should focus on dodging.”

Walker gave you the opportunity to dodge his blows and you actually notice a difference to your fighting style.

„Just like that!“ he praised. „If you continue training like this, then you can avoid anything and everyone.“

You frown. „What do you mean by that?“

Walker continued with his choreography, but a suggestive smile betrayed him. „You could dodge a certain dark haired soldier if it becomes necessary.“

His allusion made you trip and one of his blows hit you in the side. „I don’t know what you mean.“

A treacherous blush rose to your face and Walker laughed.

„Come on, stop fooling me. I can see how you almost undress him with your eyes. It’s almost unbearable.”

You sigh. „Is it really that obvious?“

„Definitely. At least for me and for the others. Yelena and Ava have a bet with Bob and Alexei going on about when you finally admit that you want to see each other naked.“

You turn up your nose and punch out. “When you say that, it sounds really disgusting. Please never put those words in your mouth again.”

You dodge another blow. „In addition, this will never happen. Bucky doesn’t see me that way.”

„Are you kidding me?“ Walker accelerated his beats. “This man is downright crazy about you. It’s pathetic. Every time you leave the room, his eyes are literally glued to you. And he doesn’t talk about anything but you, if he ever talks.

You stop. Just for a second. But it was enough to miss the moment of dodging and Walker’s fist hit you right on your jaw.

Although he curbed his Super Soldier power, the impact of his fist still hurt like hell.

„Oh God! I’m sorry,“ he immediately apologized and stabilized your arm so you won’t hit the mat by tripping over. „I thought you’d be faster at dodging.“

You cupped your jaw. „You distracted me! It’s okay. I’ll get something to cool it down before it swells.”

Walker stops you. “Can you please make sure no one sees you? I don’t want Bucky to kill me for that.”

You roll your eyes and make your way to the upper floors. Admittedly, Walker thought Bucky would feel the same affection for you, made the butterflies in your stomach dance for him. But that was a thing of impossibility.

Bucky never made the appearance that he would like you. He never spoke more than three words and avoided eyecontact most of the time. It’s been six months since you joined the Thunderbolts and Bucky made your heart flutter from day one.

Lost in thought, you turn the corner to the kitchen and bump into something hard. Two large hands lay around your waist, keeping you from stumbling back.

Your gaze slowly slid over the broad chest and climbed up to two clear, blue eyes that looked at you insistently.

„Bucky! Oh ... Uhm sorry I didn’t see you there,“ you stammer perplexed.

He didn’t say anything, but didn’t let you go either. For a moment he just stood there and looked at you.

„What’s wrong with you?“ he finally asked in a low voice and pointed with a nod at your hand, which was still on your face. Underneath, the blooming bruise began to pulsate.

You blink hard to sort out your thoughts. “Just a bruise. It’s from Walker. I wanted to get something to cool it. He has a really good right hook.”

His jaw worked. Bucky nodded mechanically, let go of you, and walked past you without another word.

Disappointment spread in you. A quiet voice inside your head longed for his concern or something comparable. Something that would confirm Walker’s words about Bucky’s feelings for you.

But instead, he just disappeared and left you standing here like an lovesick idiot.

„What’s wrong with Bucky?“ Yelena asked when you wanted to go back to the training room with a cool pack.

„What do you mean?“

Yelena frowned. “He looked really angry. More than usual. He seemed eager to kill someone.”

A bad premonition spread in you. „Where did he go?“

„To the training room.“

Even before Yelena had said the answer, you had already run past her. And you came just in time to see Bucky walking up to Walker. Even his walk looked like a threat.

„You’re a dead man, Walker.“

„What the hell did I do?”, his voice slipped.

Bucky cracked his bionic fingers. „You hit her.“

Recognition flashed in Walker’s eyes and he looked past Bucky to see you run towards them. „Oh for the love of god.“

Before Bucky could take the first blow, you grab his upper arm and push yourself around him.

„Wait!” you call. Behind you a relieved Walker, in front of you a tense Bucky.

„We trained and I was too slow! He hit me by accident.”

Bucky snorted. „He should be able to control when he strikes.”

“You’re exaggerating, dude. It was not intentional.”

„Fuck Off, Walker.“

You glance over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, John. I’ll take it from here.”

„Do us all a favor and get this unbearable sexual tension out of the world,“ he complained before disappearing.

When he was out of earshot, you looked up again at Bucky, whose gaze deviated from you.

„What was that?”

„He hurt you,“ he replied bluntly.

„We trained. Something like that just happens.”

„But it shouldn’t.”

You sigh. “I don’t understand you, Bucky. You hardly talk to me and now all of a sudden you’re standing here, ready to punch a friend of yours in the face just to defend my honor?“

Bucky closed his eyes for a brief moment before looking at you again. “He deserved it. Walker is an asshole.”

You had to smile about it. He didn’t even bother to deny your assumption. Maybe Walker was right about what he said earlier...

„Maybe. But I don’t want to be the reason for a fight.”

Bucky smiled slightly. „Would you feel better if I told you that I would like to punch him one way or another?“

„Yeah, at least a bit,“ you laugh.

Bucky’s eyes widened a little, they now looked much softer. Slowly he raised a hand to carefully place it on your cheek. The metal cooled the bruise.

„Does it hurt a lot?” he asked softly.

You shake your head. „Not anymore.“

„Good.” Bucky was very close to you at once. You hadn’t noticed before how much you had leaned into his touch. „I would like to try something.“

Your heart was bouncing excitedly and your voice sounded a little breathless when you found your words again. „What?“

Bucky leaned towards you, so much that you could feel his breath on your lips. But then Bucky paused.

„I’d really like to kiss you, doll. Can I?”

„Yes, please,“ you whisper.

That’s all he needed. Bucky kissed you gently and slowly. The kiss was light as a feather and as electrifying as an lighting. His free hand rested on your back, while the bionic fingers still caressed your cheek.

A sigh escaped you and Bucky deepened the kiss.

Somewhere hidden behind training equipment, Yelena and Ava gave some dollar bills to Bob and Alexei. And Walker rolled his eyes dramatically, but couldn’t help but smile.

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Ohhh thank you so much!!! 💙✨

are you flirting or starting a fight?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: You and Bucky are always arguing about the smallest things. But everyone knows that fighting is just another word for foreplay.

Wordcount: 1.8k

Warnings: fluff. fight-flirting. heavy flirting, pet names. kissing. a little bit blood. slight angst. protective Bucky. teasing. idiots in love.

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"Don't you dare run away from me!"

Bucky's angry voice echoed through the corridors of the Thunderbolts Tower.

You kept on walking, unbothered and without turning back to him. "And what if I do? I have places to be”

When you enter the training room, the eyes of everyone present were already on you. Not that it would stop you. With a short nod in the crowd you continue your way. Behind you, a scolding Bucky.

"For fuck's sake, stop walking away!"

Yelena was the first to interfere. "What's wrong with you lovebirds?"

Bucky ignored her. But you don't.

"Mr. Super Soldier here is mad at me for getting myself a coffee."

Bob snorted. “Isn't that a bit exaggerated?”

Bucky gave him a warning look and Bob visibly pulled his head in and raised his hands defensively. "Sorry, buddy."

"What she forgot to mention," Bucky began, crossing his arms over his chest. "Is that she stole my motorcycle for it and didn't even wear a damn helmet."

Your gaze rested a little too long on his defined arms, which, despite his defensive posture, seemed like an invitation to you.

“Oh please! You sound like a father of four children. Don't make such a drama, Dad.” You teased him.

"Stop with that bullshit. You could have died, are you aware of that?”

You put your hands on your hips and look up at him defiantly. "Say’s the right one. You're such a hypocrite, Bucky! You're constantly driving without a helmet and you're not half as careful as I am.”

Yelena and Bob weren't the only ones watching the spectacle between you and Bucky. Ava and John had also joined quietly and looked more than just amused. Alexei had also gotten wind of the action and sneak up behind his daughter, which was absolutely pointless because of his height and also looked pretty stupid.

The team already knew your little bickering and they were used to you and Bucky constantly arguing about nearly everything. For them, it was as if they were turning on their daily soap opera and watching two idiots arguing.

"This is really the strangest flirting I've ever seen," Yelena said quietly to Bob.

He looked at her confused. “Is that supposed to be flirting? The two of them are constantly at each other's throats.”

"Believe me. If the two weren't so unbearably proud, they'd be ripping their clothes off here and now."

Bob frowned. "If that's attraction, then I've been doing it wrong all my life."

"That's not just attraction, Bob," Yelena murmured. "These are two idiots who love each other."

You don't hear anything from what the others said because you're way too busy stabbing Bucky with your eyes.

"My head doesn't burst like a fucking egg when it drops onto the street."

You laugh. "Yeah, because you have a way to thick skull. And you're so damn stubborn!”

You turn away from Bucky. But he didn't let you go. He ran after you and grabbed your wrist to keep you from escaping.

Upset, you swirl around to him. To your surprise, he was closer than expected and his face was only a few inches away from yours. Even if you had to look up at him.

"I'm not a hypocrite. I just don't want you to hurt yourself." His voice was now quieter, and sounded more like an insistent murmur than an instruction.

You swallow your snappy reply. "Nothing happened to me." You avoid his gaze for a second before you can scrape together your courage and look back at him again.

Bucky let go of your wrist and stepped back to bring some distance between you. “Next time you let me know in advance. Then I'll get you a coffee.”

With that, he turned to leave. Speechless you watched him walk away.

You thought Bucky was so angry because you took his motorcycle without asking. But apparently ... apparently he was worried about you. Strange.

For the rest of the day, there was no trace of Bucky. You wondered all the time if you hadn't been a little too hard on him. After all, he actually had a good point. He was the Super Soldier with the self-healing talent and the almost invulnerability. You were just a normal human being. No serum that made you particularly strong. And also no other superhuman force.

All you had to show off, was a training as a former widow. Which, of course, made you quite pain-resistant, but not invulnerable or even immortal.

The guilt moved into your chest at the moment you found Bucky in the kitchen by the evening. He looked pretty carried away. You could see that the whiskey bottle to his right was almost half empty.

"It's not healthy to drink alone, you know?"

Bucky looked up at you and leaned his forearms against the counter of the in-house bar. His gaze was clear and yet a shadow crossed his face. You couldn't quite interpret the expression.

"You should know that alcohol doesn't have the same effect on me as it does to others."

You roll your eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry. Bucky-I-am-so-different-than-all-the-other-boys-Barnes. Just because you can't get drunk, doesn't mean it's healthy.”

That made him grin grimly, which you label as a small victory. He didn't smile often, but when he did, it felt like the sun was rising. Within the team there was a secret competition about who managed to make Bucky laugh the most.

You're in the lead.

"You are truly special."

Your eyes widened in surprise. Was that a compliment? “Especially annoying? Irritating?”

Bucky just looked at you for a moment, then he smiled. "Just special."

A moment of silence lay over you, then you clear your throat and clap your hands with a wide smile. "I know what we need now!"

"We?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow.

You were already on your way to the kitchen counter, which was right next to the bar. "Yes, we. I won't let you drink the good stuff here alone, Barnes. And especially not without snacks.”

„Barnes?“ 

You look over your shoulder at him and catch him trying to hide a smile. "Isn't that your last name?"

"Yes, but you've never called me that."

You turn to the snacks again, but couldn’t force down a smirk. “There is a first time for everything. And I will continue to call you that. I don't care how you feel about it.”

You reach out for a glass from the top shelf and have to lean on the counter with one knee to reach it.

"I like it, doll."

The way he said the nickname, ignited a little firework in your chest and sent goosebumps down your spine. You felt your cheeks blush. Unfortunately, you lose your grip and try to stabilize yourself with both hands, whereby the glass on the kitchen surface bursts into a thousand pieces.

Your grip slips off and some splinters drilled into your hand and knee. A painful sound escaped your throat.

You almost tilted backwards, but instead you hit your back against something hard.

Bucky caught you and stabilized you so you didn't have to strain your injured knee.

„What the fuck, doll?“ 

You looked up at him and grimaced. "Now don't say it was my fault! That's clearly on you, Mister!”

He didn't answer. Instead, he hugged your hip and lifted you up to put you down on a free area of the kitchen counter. The sudden proximity to him accelerated your pulse immeasurably.

"Let me see," Bucky demanded grimly, looking first at your hand and then at your knee. He gripped your wrist with great care and held it under the running water, leaning even further towards you so that you could feel his breath on your skin.

Bucky turned off the water and grabbed some bandages, which he pulled out from under the sink. You let it happen and watch him. He stood between your legs and the sudden desire to wrap them around his waist made you blush even more.

But his angry expression kept you from such reckless actions.

"Bucky, it's not that bad. Just give me a band-aid and then...”

“Why do you keep doing this?” He barked. "Why do you keep making decisions that hurt you?"

You gasp indignantly. "Excuse me! It's not like I'm actively choosing to hurt myself.”

"And yet it happens again and again!"

“Why do you care, Barnes? You are not responsible for what happens to me!” You wanted to close your legs to push him away from you, but Bucky stopped you. His hands suddenly rested on your thighs, preventing you from moving with gentle pressure.

"But I care, doll. I care more than I should," he said. His gaze was agitated and his face was only a few inches away from yours.

Your eyes involuntarily slid to his lips at the thought of how they would feel on yours. "And why?"

Bucky didn't answer right away. His grip loosened and you feel his hands slowly gliding over the outside of your thighs, leaving a burning trail until they finally lay down and your hips. His touch triggered a wave of heat in you, which meant that you could not suppress a small sigh.

Bucky grinned knowingly, devilishly. "You know why."

Your hands rested on his broad shoulders, running slowly over the tense muscles under his red Henley shirt. A smile settled on your lips when you could see his reaction to your touch. His eyes widened and his lips parted. Desire was written all over his face.

„Show me how much you care.“ 

The words had not yet completely left your lips, when his crashed into them. Bucky conquered your mouth with such force that you would almost have tilted back if he hadn't held you.

Your hands found their way into his neck and finally buried in his hair, which made Bucky growle. He deepened the kiss and in response you wrap your legs around his hips. You held him tightly pressed against you so that he could not detach himself from you so easily.

That was the last thing Bucky wanted. He would never let you go. If it were up to him, he would repeat this moment for all eternity.

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[firelilyfox]

Thank you so muuuuch! 💙

are you flirting or starting a fight?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: You and Bucky are always arguing about the smallest things. But everyone knows that fighting is just another word for foreplay.

Wordcount: 1.8k

Warnings: fluff. fight-flirting. heavy flirting, pet names. kissing. a little bit blood. slight angst. protective Bucky. teasing. idiots in love.

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"Don't you dare run away from me!"

Bucky's angry voice echoed through the corridors of the Thunderbolts Tower.

You kept on walking, unbothered and without turning back to him. "And what if I do? I have places to be”

When you enter the training room, the eyes of everyone present were already on you. Not that it would stop you. With a short nod in the crowd you continue your way. Behind you, a scolding Bucky.

"For fuck's sake, stop walking away!"

Yelena was the first to interfere. "What's wrong with you lovebirds?"

Bucky ignored her. But you don't.

"Mr. Super Soldier here is mad at me for getting myself a coffee."

Bob snorted. “Isn't that a bit exaggerated?”

Bucky gave him a warning look and Bob visibly pulled his head in and raised his hands defensively. "Sorry, buddy."

"What she forgot to mention," Bucky began, crossing his arms over his chest. "Is that she stole my motorcycle for it and didn't even wear a damn helmet."

Your gaze rested a little too long on his defined arms, which, despite his defensive posture, seemed like an invitation to you.

“Oh please! You sound like a father of four children. Don't make such a drama, Dad.” You teased him.

"Stop with that bullshit. You could have died, are you aware of that?”

You put your hands on your hips and look up at him defiantly. "Say’s the right one. You're such a hypocrite, Bucky! You're constantly driving without a helmet and you're not half as careful as I am.”

Yelena and Bob weren't the only ones watching the spectacle between you and Bucky. Ava and John had also joined quietly and looked more than just amused. Alexei had also gotten wind of the action and sneak up behind his daughter, which was absolutely pointless because of his height and also looked pretty stupid.

The team already knew your little bickering and they were used to you and Bucky constantly arguing about nearly everything. For them, it was as if they were turning on their daily soap opera and watching two idiots arguing.

"This is really the strangest flirting I've ever seen," Yelena said quietly to Bob.

He looked at her confused. “Is that supposed to be flirting? The two of them are constantly at each other's throats.”

"Believe me. If the two weren't so unbearably proud, they'd be ripping their clothes off here and now."

Bob frowned. "If that's attraction, then I've been doing it wrong all my life."

"That's not just attraction, Bob," Yelena murmured. "These are two idiots who love each other."

You don't hear anything from what the others said because you're way too busy stabbing Bucky with your eyes.

"My head doesn't burst like a fucking egg when it drops onto the street."

You laugh. "Yeah, because you have a way to thick skull. And you're so damn stubborn!”

You turn away from Bucky. But he didn't let you go. He ran after you and grabbed your wrist to keep you from escaping.

Upset, you swirl around to him. To your surprise, he was closer than expected and his face was only a few inches away from yours. Even if you had to look up at him.

"I'm not a hypocrite. I just don't want you to hurt yourself." His voice was now quieter, and sounded more like an insistent murmur than an instruction.

You swallow your snappy reply. "Nothing happened to me." You avoid his gaze for a second before you can scrape together your courage and look back at him again.

Bucky let go of your wrist and stepped back to bring some distance between you. “Next time you let me know in advance. Then I'll get you a coffee.”

With that, he turned to leave. Speechless you watched him walk away.

You thought Bucky was so angry because you took his motorcycle without asking. But apparently ... apparently he was worried about you. Strange.

For the rest of the day, there was no trace of Bucky. You wondered all the time if you hadn't been a little too hard on him. After all, he actually had a good point. He was the Super Soldier with the self-healing talent and the almost invulnerability. You were just a normal human being. No serum that made you particularly strong. And also no other superhuman force.

All you had to show off, was a training as a former widow. Which, of course, made you quite pain-resistant, but not invulnerable or even immortal.

The guilt moved into your chest at the moment you found Bucky in the kitchen by the evening. He looked pretty carried away. You could see that the whiskey bottle to his right was almost half empty.

"It's not healthy to drink alone, you know?"

Bucky looked up at you and leaned his forearms against the counter of the in-house bar. His gaze was clear and yet a shadow crossed his face. You couldn't quite interpret the expression.

"You should know that alcohol doesn't have the same effect on me as it does to others."

You roll your eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry. Bucky-I-am-so-different-than-all-the-other-boys-Barnes. Just because you can't get drunk, doesn't mean it's healthy.”

That made him grin grimly, which you label as a small victory. He didn't smile often, but when he did, it felt like the sun was rising. Within the team there was a secret competition about who managed to make Bucky laugh the most.

You're in the lead.

"You are truly special."

Your eyes widened in surprise. Was that a compliment? “Especially annoying? Irritating?”

Bucky just looked at you for a moment, then he smiled. "Just special."

A moment of silence lay over you, then you clear your throat and clap your hands with a wide smile. "I know what we need now!"

"We?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow.

You were already on your way to the kitchen counter, which was right next to the bar. "Yes, we. I won't let you drink the good stuff here alone, Barnes. And especially not without snacks.”

„Barnes?“ 

You look over your shoulder at him and catch him trying to hide a smile. "Isn't that your last name?"

"Yes, but you've never called me that."

You turn to the snacks again, but couldn’t force down a smirk. “There is a first time for everything. And I will continue to call you that. I don't care how you feel about it.”

You reach out for a glass from the top shelf and have to lean on the counter with one knee to reach it.

"I like it, doll."

The way he said the nickname, ignited a little firework in your chest and sent goosebumps down your spine. You felt your cheeks blush. Unfortunately, you lose your grip and try to stabilize yourself with both hands, whereby the glass on the kitchen surface bursts into a thousand pieces.

Your grip slips off and some splinters drilled into your hand and knee. A painful sound escaped your throat.

You almost tilted backwards, but instead you hit your back against something hard.

Bucky caught you and stabilized you so you didn't have to strain your injured knee.

„What the fuck, doll?“ 

You looked up at him and grimaced. "Now don't say it was my fault! That's clearly on you, Mister!”

He didn't answer. Instead, he hugged your hip and lifted you up to put you down on a free area of the kitchen counter. The sudden proximity to him accelerated your pulse immeasurably.

"Let me see," Bucky demanded grimly, looking first at your hand and then at your knee. He gripped your wrist with great care and held it under the running water, leaning even further towards you so that you could feel his breath on your skin.

Bucky turned off the water and grabbed some bandages, which he pulled out from under the sink. You let it happen and watch him. He stood between your legs and the sudden desire to wrap them around his waist made you blush even more.

But his angry expression kept you from such reckless actions.

"Bucky, it's not that bad. Just give me a band-aid and then...”

“Why do you keep doing this?” He barked. "Why do you keep making decisions that hurt you?"

You gasp indignantly. "Excuse me! It's not like I'm actively choosing to hurt myself.”

"And yet it happens again and again!"

“Why do you care, Barnes? You are not responsible for what happens to me!” You wanted to close your legs to push him away from you, but Bucky stopped you. His hands suddenly rested on your thighs, preventing you from moving with gentle pressure.

"But I care, doll. I care more than I should," he said. His gaze was agitated and his face was only a few inches away from yours.

Your eyes involuntarily slid to his lips at the thought of how they would feel on yours. "And why?"

Bucky didn't answer right away. His grip loosened and you feel his hands slowly gliding over the outside of your thighs, leaving a burning trail until they finally lay down and your hips. His touch triggered a wave of heat in you, which meant that you could not suppress a small sigh.

Bucky grinned knowingly, devilishly. "You know why."

Your hands rested on his broad shoulders, running slowly over the tense muscles under his red Henley shirt. A smile settled on your lips when you could see his reaction to your touch. His eyes widened and his lips parted. Desire was written all over his face.

„Show me how much you care.“ 

The words had not yet completely left your lips, when his crashed into them. Bucky conquered your mouth with such force that you would almost have tilted back if he hadn't held you.

Your hands found their way into his neck and finally buried in his hair, which made Bucky growle. He deepened the kiss and in response you wrap your legs around his hips. You held him tightly pressed against you so that he could not detach himself from you so easily.

That was the last thing Bucky wanted. He would never let you go. If it were up to him, he would repeat this moment for all eternity.

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[firelilyfox]

Yes he is 🥰✨

are you flirting or starting a fight?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: You and Bucky are always arguing about the smallest things. But everyone knows that fighting is just another word for foreplay.

Wordcount: 1.8k

Warnings: fluff. fight-flirting. heavy flirting, pet names. kissing. a little bit blood. slight angst. protective Bucky. teasing. idiots in love.

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"Don't you dare run away from me!"

Bucky's angry voice echoed through the corridors of the Thunderbolts Tower.

You kept on walking, unbothered and without turning back to him. "And what if I do? I have places to be”

When you enter the training room, the eyes of everyone present were already on you. Not that it would stop you. With a short nod in the crowd you continue your way. Behind you, a scolding Bucky.

"For fuck's sake, stop walking away!"

Yelena was the first to interfere. "What's wrong with you lovebirds?"

Bucky ignored her. But you don't.

"Mr. Super Soldier here is mad at me for getting myself a coffee."

Bob snorted. “Isn't that a bit exaggerated?”

Bucky gave him a warning look and Bob visibly pulled his head in and raised his hands defensively. "Sorry, buddy."

"What she forgot to mention," Bucky began, crossing his arms over his chest. "Is that she stole my motorcycle for it and didn't even wear a damn helmet."

Your gaze rested a little too long on his defined arms, which, despite his defensive posture, seemed like an invitation to you.

“Oh please! You sound like a father of four children. Don't make such a drama, Dad.” You teased him.

"Stop with that bullshit. You could have died, are you aware of that?”

You put your hands on your hips and look up at him defiantly. "Say’s the right one. You're such a hypocrite, Bucky! You're constantly driving without a helmet and you're not half as careful as I am.”

Yelena and Bob weren't the only ones watching the spectacle between you and Bucky. Ava and John had also joined quietly and looked more than just amused. Alexei had also gotten wind of the action and sneak up behind his daughter, which was absolutely pointless because of his height and also looked pretty stupid.

The team already knew your little bickering and they were used to you and Bucky constantly arguing about nearly everything. For them, it was as if they were turning on their daily soap opera and watching two idiots arguing.

"This is really the strangest flirting I've ever seen," Yelena said quietly to Bob.

He looked at her confused. “Is that supposed to be flirting? The two of them are constantly at each other's throats.”

"Believe me. If the two weren't so unbearably proud, they'd be ripping their clothes off here and now."

Bob frowned. "If that's attraction, then I've been doing it wrong all my life."

"That's not just attraction, Bob," Yelena murmured. "These are two idiots who love each other."

You don't hear anything from what the others said because you're way too busy stabbing Bucky with your eyes.

"My head doesn't burst like a fucking egg when it drops onto the street."

You laugh. "Yeah, because you have a way to thick skull. And you're so damn stubborn!”

You turn away from Bucky. But he didn't let you go. He ran after you and grabbed your wrist to keep you from escaping.

Upset, you swirl around to him. To your surprise, he was closer than expected and his face was only a few inches away from yours. Even if you had to look up at him.

"I'm not a hypocrite. I just don't want you to hurt yourself." His voice was now quieter, and sounded more like an insistent murmur than an instruction.

You swallow your snappy reply. "Nothing happened to me." You avoid his gaze for a second before you can scrape together your courage and look back at him again.

Bucky let go of your wrist and stepped back to bring some distance between you. “Next time you let me know in advance. Then I'll get you a coffee.”

With that, he turned to leave. Speechless you watched him walk away.

You thought Bucky was so angry because you took his motorcycle without asking. But apparently ... apparently he was worried about you. Strange.

For the rest of the day, there was no trace of Bucky. You wondered all the time if you hadn't been a little too hard on him. After all, he actually had a good point. He was the Super Soldier with the self-healing talent and the almost invulnerability. You were just a normal human being. No serum that made you particularly strong. And also no other superhuman force.

All you had to show off, was a training as a former widow. Which, of course, made you quite pain-resistant, but not invulnerable or even immortal.

The guilt moved into your chest at the moment you found Bucky in the kitchen by the evening. He looked pretty carried away. You could see that the whiskey bottle to his right was almost half empty.

"It's not healthy to drink alone, you know?"

Bucky looked up at you and leaned his forearms against the counter of the in-house bar. His gaze was clear and yet a shadow crossed his face. You couldn't quite interpret the expression.

"You should know that alcohol doesn't have the same effect on me as it does to others."

You roll your eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry. Bucky-I-am-so-different-than-all-the-other-boys-Barnes. Just because you can't get drunk, doesn't mean it's healthy.”

That made him grin grimly, which you label as a small victory. He didn't smile often, but when he did, it felt like the sun was rising. Within the team there was a secret competition about who managed to make Bucky laugh the most.

You're in the lead.

"You are truly special."

Your eyes widened in surprise. Was that a compliment? “Especially annoying? Irritating?”

Bucky just looked at you for a moment, then he smiled. "Just special."

A moment of silence lay over you, then you clear your throat and clap your hands with a wide smile. "I know what we need now!"

"We?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow.

You were already on your way to the kitchen counter, which was right next to the bar. "Yes, we. I won't let you drink the good stuff here alone, Barnes. And especially not without snacks.”

„Barnes?“ 

You look over your shoulder at him and catch him trying to hide a smile. "Isn't that your last name?"

"Yes, but you've never called me that."

You turn to the snacks again, but couldn’t force down a smirk. “There is a first time for everything. And I will continue to call you that. I don't care how you feel about it.”

You reach out for a glass from the top shelf and have to lean on the counter with one knee to reach it.

"I like it, doll."

The way he said the nickname, ignited a little firework in your chest and sent goosebumps down your spine. You felt your cheeks blush. Unfortunately, you lose your grip and try to stabilize yourself with both hands, whereby the glass on the kitchen surface bursts into a thousand pieces.

Your grip slips off and some splinters drilled into your hand and knee. A painful sound escaped your throat.

You almost tilted backwards, but instead you hit your back against something hard.

Bucky caught you and stabilized you so you didn't have to strain your injured knee.

„What the fuck, doll?“ 

You looked up at him and grimaced. "Now don't say it was my fault! That's clearly on you, Mister!”

He didn't answer. Instead, he hugged your hip and lifted you up to put you down on a free area of the kitchen counter. The sudden proximity to him accelerated your pulse immeasurably.

"Let me see," Bucky demanded grimly, looking first at your hand and then at your knee. He gripped your wrist with great care and held it under the running water, leaning even further towards you so that you could feel his breath on your skin.

Bucky turned off the water and grabbed some bandages, which he pulled out from under the sink. You let it happen and watch him. He stood between your legs and the sudden desire to wrap them around his waist made you blush even more.

But his angry expression kept you from such reckless actions.

"Bucky, it's not that bad. Just give me a band-aid and then...”

“Why do you keep doing this?” He barked. "Why do you keep making decisions that hurt you?"

You gasp indignantly. "Excuse me! It's not like I'm actively choosing to hurt myself.”

"And yet it happens again and again!"

“Why do you care, Barnes? You are not responsible for what happens to me!” You wanted to close your legs to push him away from you, but Bucky stopped you. His hands suddenly rested on your thighs, preventing you from moving with gentle pressure.

"But I care, doll. I care more than I should," he said. His gaze was agitated and his face was only a few inches away from yours.

Your eyes involuntarily slid to his lips at the thought of how they would feel on yours. "And why?"

Bucky didn't answer right away. His grip loosened and you feel his hands slowly gliding over the outside of your thighs, leaving a burning trail until they finally lay down and your hips. His touch triggered a wave of heat in you, which meant that you could not suppress a small sigh.

Bucky grinned knowingly, devilishly. "You know why."

Your hands rested on his broad shoulders, running slowly over the tense muscles under his red Henley shirt. A smile settled on your lips when you could see his reaction to your touch. His eyes widened and his lips parted. Desire was written all over his face.

„Show me how much you care.“ 

The words had not yet completely left your lips, when his crashed into them. Bucky conquered your mouth with such force that you would almost have tilted back if he hadn't held you.

Your hands found their way into his neck and finally buried in his hair, which made Bucky growle. He deepened the kiss and in response you wrap your legs around his hips. You held him tightly pressed against you so that he could not detach himself from you so easily.

That was the last thing Bucky wanted. He would never let you go. If it were up to him, he would repeat this moment for all eternity.

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[firelilyfox]

don't ever hide your pain from me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: You got injured during a unauthorised solo mission. Bucky senses that something is wrong even if you try to hide it from him.

Wordcount: 1k~ish

Warnings: blood. hurt/comfort. injuries. Bucky being mad at you for hiding it. established relationship. boyfriend Bucky. protective boyfriend. light angst.

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A throbbing pain made you inhale sharply. Your hand found the source and you exert pressure to slow down the bleeding.

Fortunately, your combat suit was black as the night, wich made it impossible to see how much the stab wound was bleeding. The last thing you needed right now was a lesson on safety in action.

Yes, the others had warned you about going alone.

Yes, you agreed not to leave without a backup.

Yes, you promised Bucky not to do anything stupid or daring.

But you are a Thunderbolt. You don't stop yourself with unnecessary planning. You throw yourself into the fight and hope that everything will end well.

This time everything went well. Except for that tiny little sting wound in your side, just below the ribs. Nothing too bad.

Hot pain chased through your body and you had to hold on to the stair railing. Okay, maybe it wasn't nothing.

You straighten your back, take a deep breath and put on a confident and relaxed smile. Only over your dead body, would you admit to the others that they were right.

"Thank God, she's finally here!" Bob jumped up from the couch and carelessly threw the open book over his shoulder. He ran up to you and hugged you tightly.

You swallow a painful cry and return the hug.

"We were so worried about you!"

Yelena pierced you with her eyes and frowned ready to pick a fight. “What were you thinking? Turn off your tracker and go on a solo mission... in the middle of the night! Without telling anyone where you're going?!” She stomped at you in a rage and as a reflex you put a hand over the hidden wound.

Yelena didn't seem to notice. "Do you have any idea what I was forced to listen to the whole fucking day from your boyfriend? Bucky robbed my last nerve!”

“Sorry, guys. But it's all done," you say with a satisfied smile and wrap your arms in front of your chest.

Yelena rolled her eyes. "I know that. Of course I knew you could do it, but for heaven's sake, don't do it again. Take the man with you next time, even if only for him to watch you.”

At that moment, said man entered the common room of the Thunderbolts Tower. Bucky looked annoyed but when your eyes met you could see that he was equally relieved to see you safe (well almost) again.

„Thank god.“ Bucky put his hands on your neck and pulled you into a deep kiss.

The kiss felt so good that it banished the pain from your thoughts for a brief moment.

"I was worried, doll."

You grin. "I told you I'm capable of taking care of myself."

Bucky looked at you as if he knew something was wrong. "I never doubted you, love. But you can't expect me not to worry about your safety.” He took your hands in his and kissed your knuckles without taking his eyes off you.

You feel your vision blurring, which was definitely due to the blood loss. Time to get out of here and treat your wounds behind closed doors.

"I'm going to take a shower." You say goodbye to the others before they can ask any more questions and leave a deeply confused Bucky with them.

On the way to your room, you grab a small sewing set from the drawer in the kitchen. Arrived in the bathroom, all self-control fell from you and your body allowed itself to react appropriately to the throbbing pain.

Your breathing was shallow and fast. You sink to the ground on the wall next to the door and an uncontrolled tremor seized your entire body.

With nimble fingers you take off the combat suit and enjoy the feeling of the cool tiles against your skin. Then you prepare to sew the gaping wound, but you had difficulty threading the thread through the needle.

A knock made you twitch and hiss in pain.

"Love? What was that?”

You're gasp. "Bucky! Fuck... uhm I'll be right back. I just need a ... I need...”

But even before you came up with a good explanation, the door was already opened and a shocked Bucky entered the bathroom.

„What the fuck?!“ He called and sank to his knees next to you. „Are you serious, doll?“

He looked at the wound more closely and reached for towels to hold them under running water. "You're hiding from us that you're hurt? You're not telling me that you were stabbed?!”

Bucky carefully cleaned the wound. "I love you, but I'd really like to snap your neck right now."

You snort in amusement, which made you wince again. “I didn't want you to worry. It's just a small flesh wound. No big deal.”

“No big deal? Love, you're pale as a ghost and lying bleeding on the fucking floor! This thing can hardly get any bigger.”

Even though his face was distorted by anger and frustration, Bucky was still the most beautiful man you've ever seen. It seemed to be the wrong moment to think something like that, but it was the only thing you could focus on right now. The blood-loss turned your brain into scrambled eggs. You raise a trembling hand and gently place it on his cheek.

He looked at you. Worrying and yet breathtaking.

"I'm sorry."

Bucky kissed your palm. "I know, love. I forgive you, but please never do that again. Don't hide from me. Don't run away from me. When shit goes sideways, you run to me, not from me, okay?"

A slight nod was all you could achieve. Your eyes filled with tears. Deep guilt cut through your guts and made you feel even more shitty. Bucky kissed your forehead and devoted himself again to take care of the wound.

After a while, the bleeding stopped. The bloody towels ended in the trash. Bucky had carried you to the bed and then he laid down with you. Exhaustion overpowered you and your eyes became heavy, but the guilt kept you awake.

"Bucky?" Your voice sounded small and ashamed. “I really didn't want to scare you like that. All I wanted was to prove that I can handle my own. I wanted people to be able to rely on me when it gets serious.”

His gaze softened and Bucky pushed himself up on an elbow to look at you. "I know why you did it and I don't blame you. Love, you don't have to prove anything to anyone and especially not before me. I know how strong you are. Damn, I don't know anyone who is tougher than you."

He kissed your temple. "So don't think about it as a weakness that I can't let you go alone. I'm here to protect you and to have your back. There is no shame in that.”

You snuggle up to his warm chest and gently press your lips to the place where his heart sits. “So you're my sidekick?“

Bucky laughed. “I'm everything you want. At any time.”

"Always?"

"Forever."

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[firelilyfox]

Don’t worry Bucky will make sure to fix it 💙✨

Thank you! 🫶🏻

are you flirting or starting a fight?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: You and Bucky are always arguing about the smallest things. But everyone knows that fighting is just another word for foreplay.

Wordcount: 1.8k

Warnings: fluff. fight-flirting. heavy flirting, pet names. kissing. a little bit blood. slight angst. protective Bucky. teasing. idiots in love.

_____________________

"Don't you dare run away from me!"

Bucky's angry voice echoed through the corridors of the Thunderbolts Tower.

You kept on walking, unbothered and without turning back to him. "And what if I do? I have places to be”

When you enter the training room, the eyes of everyone present were already on you. Not that it would stop you. With a short nod in the crowd you continue your way. Behind you, a scolding Bucky.

"For fuck's sake, stop walking away!"

Yelena was the first to interfere. "What's wrong with you lovebirds?"

Bucky ignored her. But you don't.

"Mr. Super Soldier here is mad at me for getting myself a coffee."

Bob snorted. “Isn't that a bit exaggerated?”

Bucky gave him a warning look and Bob visibly pulled his head in and raised his hands defensively. "Sorry, buddy."

"What she forgot to mention," Bucky began, crossing his arms over his chest. "Is that she stole my motorcycle for it and didn't even wear a damn helmet."

Your gaze rested a little too long on his defined arms, which, despite his defensive posture, seemed like an invitation to you.

“Oh please! You sound like a father of four children. Don't make such a drama, Dad.” You teased him.

"Stop with that bullshit. You could have died, are you aware of that?”

You put your hands on your hips and look up at him defiantly. "Say’s the right one. You're such a hypocrite, Bucky! You're constantly driving without a helmet and you're not half as careful as I am.”

Yelena and Bob weren't the only ones watching the spectacle between you and Bucky. Ava and John had also joined quietly and looked more than just amused. Alexei had also gotten wind of the action and sneak up behind his daughter, which was absolutely pointless because of his height and also looked pretty stupid.

The team already knew your little bickering and they were used to you and Bucky constantly arguing about nearly everything. For them, it was as if they were turning on their daily soap opera and watching two idiots arguing.

"This is really the strangest flirting I've ever seen," Yelena said quietly to Bob.

He looked at her confused. “Is that supposed to be flirting? The two of them are constantly at each other's throats.”

"Believe me. If the two weren't so unbearably proud, they'd be ripping their clothes off here and now."

Bob frowned. "If that's attraction, then I've been doing it wrong all my life."

"That's not just attraction, Bob," Yelena murmured. "These are two idiots who love each other."

You don't hear anything from what the others said because you're way too busy stabbing Bucky with your eyes.

"My head doesn't burst like a fucking egg when it drops onto the street."

You laugh. "Yeah, because you have a way to thick skull. And you're so damn stubborn!”

You turn away from Bucky. But he didn't let you go. He ran after you and grabbed your wrist to keep you from escaping.

Upset, you swirl around to him. To your surprise, he was closer than expected and his face was only a few inches away from yours. Even if you had to look up at him.

"I'm not a hypocrite. I just don't want you to hurt yourself." His voice was now quieter, and sounded more like an insistent murmur than an instruction.

You swallow your snappy reply. "Nothing happened to me." You avoid his gaze for a second before you can scrape together your courage and look back at him again.

Bucky let go of your wrist and stepped back to bring some distance between you. “Next time you let me know in advance. Then I'll get you a coffee.”

With that, he turned to leave. Speechless you watched him walk away.

You thought Bucky was so angry because you took his motorcycle without asking. But apparently ... apparently he was worried about you. Strange.

For the rest of the day, there was no trace of Bucky. You wondered all the time if you hadn't been a little too hard on him. After all, he actually had a good point. He was the Super Soldier with the self-healing talent and the almost invulnerability. You were just a normal human being. No serum that made you particularly strong. And also no other superhuman force.

All you had to show off, was a training as a former widow. Which, of course, made you quite pain-resistant, but not invulnerable or even immortal.

The guilt moved into your chest at the moment you found Bucky in the kitchen by the evening. He looked pretty carried away. You could see that the whiskey bottle to his right was almost half empty.

"It's not healthy to drink alone, you know?"

Bucky looked up at you and leaned his forearms against the counter of the in-house bar. His gaze was clear and yet a shadow crossed his face. You couldn't quite interpret the expression.

"You should know that alcohol doesn't have the same effect on me as it does to others."

You roll your eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry. Bucky-I-am-so-different-than-all-the-other-boys-Barnes. Just because you can't get drunk, doesn't mean it's healthy.”

That made him grin grimly, which you label as a small victory. He didn't smile often, but when he did, it felt like the sun was rising. Within the team there was a secret competition about who managed to make Bucky laugh the most.

You're in the lead.

"You are truly special."

Your eyes widened in surprise. Was that a compliment? “Especially annoying? Irritating?”

Bucky just looked at you for a moment, then he smiled. "Just special."

A moment of silence lay over you, then you clear your throat and clap your hands with a wide smile. "I know what we need now!"

"We?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow.

You were already on your way to the kitchen counter, which was right next to the bar. "Yes, we. I won't let you drink the good stuff here alone, Barnes. And especially not without snacks.”

„Barnes?“ 

You look over your shoulder at him and catch him trying to hide a smile. "Isn't that your last name?"

"Yes, but you've never called me that."

You turn to the snacks again, but couldn’t force down a smirk. “There is a first time for everything. And I will continue to call you that. I don't care how you feel about it.”

You reach out for a glass from the top shelf and have to lean on the counter with one knee to reach it.

"I like it, doll."

The way he said the nickname, ignited a little firework in your chest and sent goosebumps down your spine. You felt your cheeks blush. Unfortunately, you lose your grip and try to stabilize yourself with both hands, whereby the glass on the kitchen surface bursts into a thousand pieces.

Your grip slips off and some splinters drilled into your hand and knee. A painful sound escaped your throat.

You almost tilted backwards, but instead you hit your back against something hard.

Bucky caught you and stabilized you so you didn't have to strain your injured knee.

„What the fuck, doll?“ 

You looked up at him and grimaced. "Now don't say it was my fault! That's clearly on you, Mister!”

He didn't answer. Instead, he hugged your hip and lifted you up to put you down on a free area of the kitchen counter. The sudden proximity to him accelerated your pulse immeasurably.

"Let me see," Bucky demanded grimly, looking first at your hand and then at your knee. He gripped your wrist with great care and held it under the running water, leaning even further towards you so that you could feel his breath on your skin.

Bucky turned off the water and grabbed some bandages, which he pulled out from under the sink. You let it happen and watch him. He stood between your legs and the sudden desire to wrap them around his waist made you blush even more.

But his angry expression kept you from such reckless actions.

"Bucky, it's not that bad. Just give me a band-aid and then...”

“Why do you keep doing this?” He barked. "Why do you keep making decisions that hurt you?"

You gasp indignantly. "Excuse me! It's not like I'm actively choosing to hurt myself.”

"And yet it happens again and again!"

“Why do you care, Barnes? You are not responsible for what happens to me!” You wanted to close your legs to push him away from you, but Bucky stopped you. His hands suddenly rested on your thighs, preventing you from moving with gentle pressure.

"But I care, doll. I care more than I should," he said. His gaze was agitated and his face was only a few inches away from yours.

Your eyes involuntarily slid to his lips at the thought of how they would feel on yours. "And why?"

Bucky didn't answer right away. His grip loosened and you feel his hands slowly gliding over the outside of your thighs, leaving a burning trail until they finally lay down and your hips. His touch triggered a wave of heat in you, which meant that you could not suppress a small sigh.

Bucky grinned knowingly, devilishly. "You know why."

Your hands rested on his broad shoulders, running slowly over the tense muscles under his red Henley shirt. A smile settled on your lips when you could see his reaction to your touch. His eyes widened and his lips parted. Desire was written all over his face.

„Show me how much you care.“ 

The words had not yet completely left your lips, when his crashed into them. Bucky conquered your mouth with such force that you would almost have tilted back if he hadn't held you.

Your hands found their way into his neck and finally buried in his hair, which made Bucky growle. He deepened the kiss and in response you wrap your legs around his hips. You held him tightly pressed against you so that he could not detach himself from you so easily.

That was the last thing Bucky wanted. He would never let you go. If it were up to him, he would repeat this moment for all eternity.

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[firelilyfox]

are you flirting or starting a fight?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: You and Bucky are always arguing about the smallest things. But everyone knows that fighting is just another word for foreplay.

Wordcount: 1.8k

Warnings: fluff. fight-flirting. heavy flirting, pet names. kissing. a little bit blood. slight angst. protective Bucky. teasing. idiots in love.

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"Don't you dare run away from me!"

Bucky's angry voice echoed through the corridors of the Thunderbolts Tower.

You kept on walking, unbothered and without turning back to him. "And what if I do? I have places to be”

When you enter the training room, the eyes of everyone present were already on you. Not that it would stop you. With a short nod in the crowd you continue your way. Behind you, a scolding Bucky.

"For fuck's sake, stop walking away!"

Yelena was the first to interfere. "What's wrong with you lovebirds?"

Bucky ignored her. But you don't.

"Mr. Super Soldier here is mad at me for getting myself a coffee."

Bob snorted. “Isn't that a bit exaggerated?”

Bucky gave him a warning look and Bob visibly pulled his head in and raised his hands defensively. "Sorry, buddy."

"What she forgot to mention," Bucky began, crossing his arms over his chest. "Is that she stole my motorcycle for it and didn't even wear a damn helmet."

Your gaze rested a little too long on his defined arms, which, despite his defensive posture, seemed like an invitation to you.

“Oh please! You sound like a father of four children. Don't make such a drama, Dad.” You teased him.

"Stop with that bullshit. You could have died, are you aware of that?”

You put your hands on your hips and look up at him defiantly. "Say’s the right one. You're such a hypocrite, Bucky! You're constantly driving without a helmet and you're not half as careful as I am.”

Yelena and Bob weren't the only ones watching the spectacle between you and Bucky. Ava and John had also joined quietly and looked more than just amused. Alexei had also gotten wind of the action and sneak up behind his daughter, which was absolutely pointless because of his height and also looked pretty stupid.

The team already knew your little bickering and they were used to you and Bucky constantly arguing about nearly everything. For them, it was as if they were turning on their daily soap opera and watching two idiots arguing.

"This is really the strangest flirting I've ever seen," Yelena said quietly to Bob.

He looked at her confused. “Is that supposed to be flirting? The two of them are constantly at each other's throats.”

"Believe me. If the two weren't so unbearably proud, they'd be ripping their clothes off here and now."

Bob frowned. "If that's attraction, then I've been doing it wrong all my life."

"That's not just attraction, Bob," Yelena murmured. "These are two idiots who love each other."

You don't hear anything from what the others said because you're way too busy stabbing Bucky with your eyes.

"My head doesn't burst like a fucking egg when it drops onto the street."

You laugh. "Yeah, because you have a way to thick skull. And you're so damn stubborn!”

You turn away from Bucky. But he didn't let you go. He ran after you and grabbed your wrist to keep you from escaping.

Upset, you swirl around to him. To your surprise, he was closer than expected and his face was only a few inches away from yours. Even if you had to look up at him.

"I'm not a hypocrite. I just don't want you to hurt yourself." His voice was now quieter, and sounded more like an insistent murmur than an instruction.

You swallow your snappy reply. "Nothing happened to me." You avoid his gaze for a second before you can scrape together your courage and look back at him again.

Bucky let go of your wrist and stepped back to bring some distance between you. “Next time you let me know in advance. Then I'll get you a coffee.”

With that, he turned to leave. Speechless you watched him walk away.

You thought Bucky was so angry because you took his motorcycle without asking. But apparently ... apparently he was worried about you. Strange.

For the rest of the day, there was no trace of Bucky. You wondered all the time if you hadn't been a little too hard on him. After all, he actually had a good point. He was the Super Soldier with the self-healing talent and the almost invulnerability. You were just a normal human being. No serum that made you particularly strong. And also no other superhuman force.

All you had to show off, was a training as a former widow. Which, of course, made you quite pain-resistant, but not invulnerable or even immortal.

The guilt moved into your chest at the moment you found Bucky in the kitchen by the evening. He looked pretty carried away. You could see that the whiskey bottle to his right was almost half empty.

"It's not healthy to drink alone, you know?"

Bucky looked up at you and leaned his forearms against the counter of the in-house bar. His gaze was clear and yet a shadow crossed his face. You couldn't quite interpret the expression.

"You should know that alcohol doesn't have the same effect on me as it does to others."

You roll your eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry. Bucky-I-am-so-different-than-all-the-other-boys-Barnes. Just because you can't get drunk, doesn't mean it's healthy.”

That made him grin grimly, which you label as a small victory. He didn't smile often, but when he did, it felt like the sun was rising. Within the team there was a secret competition about who managed to make Bucky laugh the most.

You're in the lead.

"You are truly special."

Your eyes widened in surprise. Was that a compliment? “Especially annoying? Irritating?”

Bucky just looked at you for a moment, then he smiled. "Just special."

A moment of silence lay over you, then you clear your throat and clap your hands with a wide smile. "I know what we need now!"

"We?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow.

You were already on your way to the kitchen counter, which was right next to the bar. "Yes, we. I won't let you drink the good stuff here alone, Barnes. And especially not without snacks.”

„Barnes?“ 

You look over your shoulder at him and catch him trying to hide a smile. "Isn't that your last name?"

"Yes, but you've never called me that."

You turn to the snacks again, but couldn’t force down a smirk. “There is a first time for everything. And I will continue to call you that. I don't care how you feel about it.”

You reach out for a glass from the top shelf and have to lean on the counter with one knee to reach it.

"I like it, doll."

The way he said the nickname, ignited a little firework in your chest and sent goosebumps down your spine. You felt your cheeks blush. Unfortunately, you lose your grip and try to stabilize yourself with both hands, whereby the glass on the kitchen surface bursts into a thousand pieces.

Your grip slips off and some splinters drilled into your hand and knee. A painful sound escaped your throat.

You almost tilted backwards, but instead you hit your back against something hard.

Bucky caught you and stabilized you so you didn't have to strain your injured knee.

„What the fuck, doll?“ 

You looked up at him and grimaced. "Now don't say it was my fault! That's clearly on you, Mister!”

He didn't answer. Instead, he hugged your hip and lifted you up to put you down on a free area of the kitchen counter. The sudden proximity to him accelerated your pulse immeasurably.

"Let me see," Bucky demanded grimly, looking first at your hand and then at your knee. He gripped your wrist with great care and held it under the running water, leaning even further towards you so that you could feel his breath on your skin.

Bucky turned off the water and grabbed some bandages, which he pulled out from under the sink. You let it happen and watch him. He stood between your legs and the sudden desire to wrap them around his waist made you blush even more.

But his angry expression kept you from such reckless actions.

"Bucky, it's not that bad. Just give me a band-aid and then...”

“Why do you keep doing this?” He barked. "Why do you keep making decisions that hurt you?"

You gasp indignantly. "Excuse me! It's not like I'm actively choosing to hurt myself.”

"And yet it happens again and again!"

“Why do you care, Barnes? You are not responsible for what happens to me!” You wanted to close your legs to push him away from you, but Bucky stopped you. His hands suddenly rested on your thighs, preventing you from moving with gentle pressure.

"But I care, doll. I care more than I should," he said. His gaze was agitated and his face was only a few inches away from yours.

Your eyes involuntarily slid to his lips at the thought of how they would feel on yours. "And why?"

Bucky didn't answer right away. His grip loosened and you feel his hands slowly gliding over the outside of your thighs, leaving a burning trail until they finally lay down and your hips. His touch triggered a wave of heat in you, which meant that you could not suppress a small sigh.

Bucky grinned knowingly, devilishly. "You know why."

Your hands rested on his broad shoulders, running slowly over the tense muscles under his red Henley shirt. A smile settled on your lips when you could see his reaction to your touch. His eyes widened and his lips parted. Desire was written all over his face.

„Show me how much you care.“ 

The words had not yet completely left your lips, when his crashed into them. Bucky conquered your mouth with such force that you would almost have tilted back if he hadn't held you.

Your hands found their way into his neck and finally buried in his hair, which made Bucky growle. He deepened the kiss and in response you wrap your legs around his hips. You held him tightly pressed against you so that he could not detach himself from you so easily.

That was the last thing Bucky wanted. He would never let you go. If it were up to him, he would repeat this moment for all eternity.

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[firelilyfox]

Same here 🥹😍 flirty but shy

dog tags

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: Bucky comes back from a long day at work and find you welcoming him home. He can't believe how lucky he is to have you.

Wordcount: 1k-ish

Warnings: teeth-rotting fluff. Bucky being a softy. indicated nsfw actions. flirty Bucky. heavy flirting. established relationship. Alpine the cat. kissing. touching.

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Bucky couldn't wait to get home.

The day had been long and full of boring meetings, which made his mood more than just bad. But at the thought of coming home to you, in your own little apartment not far from the Thunderbolts Tower, he had to smile.

He took two stairs at once with each step, to get to his destination a little faster. When Bucky closed the apartment door behind him, he immediately relaxed.

The image that presented itself to him was the epitome of home.

Dim light filled the living area. Many small light sources, because according to you, in this apartment ceiling light was an absolute no-go. The windows were open and a light summer wind made the curtains dance. The rain poured outside, but the noise was drowned out by soft jazz music that sounded from an old record player.

Alpine stretched on the couch and his white fur made him look like a very happy little cloud.

And in the kitchen - there is you.

You've turned your back on him and you're busy stirring in a pot. Bucky couldn't hold back his grin when he saw you swinging back and forth slightly to the music. He followed the movements of your hips with his eyes, as if they had a hypnotizing effect on him.

He patted Alpine's head and walked quietly towards you. Bucky gently wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled you to him. A surprised sound and a giggling of yours made his heart beats a bit faster.

“Bucky! You scared me.”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent.

That's how it feels to come home. He thought quietly and kissed the sensitive spot right behind your ear.

„Hi, love.“ 

You put the wooden spoon aside and turn around to him in his arms. Automatically your hands found their place around his neck and a loving smile rested on your lips.

"Welcome home, darling."

You stand on tiptoe to kiss him, but Bucky put a hand on your cheek and just looked at you for a moment.

You tilt your head questioningly. "What's going on inside your head?"

"Sometimes," he said. “Sometimes I can't believe you're real. You're too good to be true, doll.”

Your cheeks turned pink.

God I love it when that happens. He thought.

"Oh, stop it, you charmer." You give him a playful slap on the chest. "You're totally soaked. Go dry yourself, then we can eat something. I made us your mother's stew, which you love so much.”

Bucky grinned. “What did I do to earn you? Seriously, tell me. A man like me never wins a jackpot this high!"

He covered your face with little kisses. Cheeks, tip of the nose, forehead and jaw. Your laughter sounded childish and playful, which only motivated him even more to shower you with his love.

There was a sizzling sound behind you. With two nimble hands, you prevent the stew from overflowing. Bucky was still standing close behind you, his hands on your hips. The circular movements of his thumbs left hot shivers on your skin.

"I'm serious, Soldier. Go dry off and let's eat something before I change my mind and go straight for dessert." You teased while turning back to Bucky. Your fingers were around his dog tags. With a slight pull, you marked your word.

His eyes light up and a slight blush crept down his cheeks. This man was a shameless flirt, but if you reciprocate his flirtyness or even start with it, he gets flustered. Even the super soldier in him got nervous.

Bucky loved it when you played with his dog tags. He imagined how the metal brushed your naked skin when you were lying under him and he made you moan.

"Careful, my love. I'm hungry for more.” His voice was colored by lust and it cost him a lot of control to detach himself from you and fulfill your wish.

He teased you with a wink. You bite your lower lip.

The food was delicious, but Bucky had his thoughts elsewhere. And you knew that. The way he literally undressed you with his eyes almost drove you crazy. And when he finally lost his temper and jumped up from the table, you found yourself between him and the wall the next second.

Bucky held you captive with his body and claimed your lips with an insatiable hunger. You moan in the kiss. Bucky's grip on your waist tightened. You gently pull his hair and he growled in response.

“You're going to kill me, doll. I need you.”

You lean your head back against the wall to look up at him. "So dessert it is?"

Bucky put his hand around your throat with light pressure and parted your lips with his thumb. A devilish smile played around the corners of his mouth.

„Fuck yeah please.“ 

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[firelilyfox]

Thank you so much! 🥰✨

dog tags

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: Bucky comes back from a long day at work and find you welcoming him home. He can't believe how lucky he is to have you.

Wordcount: 1k-ish

Warnings: teeth-rotting fluff. Bucky being a softy. indicated nsfw actions. flirty Bucky. heavy flirting. established relationship. Alpine the cat. kissing. touching.

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Bucky couldn't wait to get home.

The day had been long and full of boring meetings, which made his mood more than just bad. But at the thought of coming home to you, in your own little apartment not far from the Thunderbolts Tower, he had to smile.

He took two stairs at once with each step, to get to his destination a little faster. When Bucky closed the apartment door behind him, he immediately relaxed.

The image that presented itself to him was the epitome of home.

Dim light filled the living area. Many small light sources, because according to you, in this apartment ceiling light was an absolute no-go. The windows were open and a light summer wind made the curtains dance. The rain poured outside, but the noise was drowned out by soft jazz music that sounded from an old record player.

Alpine stretched on the couch and his white fur made him look like a very happy little cloud.

And in the kitchen - there is you.

You've turned your back on him and you're busy stirring in a pot. Bucky couldn't hold back his grin when he saw you swinging back and forth slightly to the music. He followed the movements of your hips with his eyes, as if they had a hypnotizing effect on him.

He patted Alpine's head and walked quietly towards you. Bucky gently wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled you to him. A surprised sound and a giggling of yours made his heart beats a bit faster.

“Bucky! You scared me.”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent.

That's how it feels to come home. He thought quietly and kissed the sensitive spot right behind your ear.

„Hi, love.“ 

You put the wooden spoon aside and turn around to him in his arms. Automatically your hands found their place around his neck and a loving smile rested on your lips.

"Welcome home, darling."

You stand on tiptoe to kiss him, but Bucky put a hand on your cheek and just looked at you for a moment.

You tilt your head questioningly. "What's going on inside your head?"

"Sometimes," he said. “Sometimes I can't believe you're real. You're too good to be true, doll.”

Your cheeks turned pink.

God I love it when that happens. He thought.

"Oh, stop it, you charmer." You give him a playful slap on the chest. "You're totally soaked. Go dry yourself, then we can eat something. I made us your mother's stew, which you love so much.”

Bucky grinned. “What did I do to earn you? Seriously, tell me. A man like me never wins a jackpot this high!"

He covered your face with little kisses. Cheeks, tip of the nose, forehead and jaw. Your laughter sounded childish and playful, which only motivated him even more to shower you with his love.

There was a sizzling sound behind you. With two nimble hands, you prevent the stew from overflowing. Bucky was still standing close behind you, his hands on your hips. The circular movements of his thumbs left hot shivers on your skin.

"I'm serious, Soldier. Go dry off and let's eat something before I change my mind and go straight for dessert." You teased while turning back to Bucky. Your fingers were around his dog tags. With a slight pull, you marked your word.

His eyes light up and a slight blush crept down his cheeks. This man was a shameless flirt, but if you reciprocate his flirtyness or even start with it, he gets flustered. Even the super soldier in him got nervous.

Bucky loved it when you played with his dog tags. He imagined how the metal brushed your naked skin when you were lying under him and he made you moan.

"Careful, my love. I'm hungry for more.” His voice was colored by lust and it cost him a lot of control to detach himself from you and fulfill your wish.

He teased you with a wink. You bite your lower lip.

The food was delicious, but Bucky had his thoughts elsewhere. And you knew that. The way he literally undressed you with his eyes almost drove you crazy. And when he finally lost his temper and jumped up from the table, you found yourself between him and the wall the next second.

Bucky held you captive with his body and claimed your lips with an insatiable hunger. You moan in the kiss. Bucky's grip on your waist tightened. You gently pull his hair and he growled in response.

“You're going to kill me, doll. I need you.”

You lean your head back against the wall to look up at him. "So dessert it is?"

Bucky put his hand around your throat with light pressure and parted your lips with his thumb. A devilish smile played around the corners of his mouth.

„Fuck yeah please.“ 

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[firelilyfox]

dog tags

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: Bucky comes back from a long day at work and find you welcoming him home. He can't believe how lucky he is to have you.

Wordcount: 1k-ish

Warnings: teeth-rotting fluff. Bucky being a softy. indicated nsfw actions. flirty Bucky. heavy flirting. established relationship. Alpine the cat. kissing. touching.

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Bucky couldn't wait to get home.

The day had been long and full of boring meetings, which made his mood more than just bad. But at the thought of coming home to you, in your own little apartment not far from the Thunderbolts Tower, he had to smile.

He took two stairs at once with each step, to get to his destination a little faster. When Bucky closed the apartment door behind him, he immediately relaxed.

The image that presented itself to him was the epitome of home.

Dim light filled the living area. Many small light sources, because according to you, in this apartment ceiling light was an absolute no-go. The windows were open and a light summer wind made the curtains dance. The rain poured outside, but the noise was drowned out by soft jazz music that sounded from an old record player.

Alpine stretched on the couch and his white fur made him look like a very happy little cloud.

And in the kitchen - there is you.

You've turned your back on him and you're busy stirring in a pot. Bucky couldn't hold back his grin when he saw you swinging back and forth slightly to the music. He followed the movements of your hips with his eyes, as if they had a hypnotizing effect on him.

He patted Alpine's head and walked quietly towards you. Bucky gently wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled you to him. A surprised sound and a giggling of yours made his heart beats a bit faster.

“Bucky! You scared me.”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent.

That's how it feels to come home. He thought quietly and kissed the sensitive spot right behind your ear.

„Hi, love.“ 

You put the wooden spoon aside and turn around to him in his arms. Automatically your hands found their place around his neck and a loving smile rested on your lips.

"Welcome home, darling."

You stand on tiptoe to kiss him, but Bucky put a hand on your cheek and just looked at you for a moment.

You tilt your head questioningly. "What's going on inside your head?"

"Sometimes," he said. “Sometimes I can't believe you're real. You're too good to be true, doll.”

Your cheeks turned pink.

God I love it when that happens. He thought.

"Oh, stop it, you charmer." You give him a playful slap on the chest. "You're totally soaked. Go dry yourself, then we can eat something. I made us your mother's stew, which you love so much.”

Bucky grinned. “What did I do to earn you? Seriously, tell me. A man like me never wins a jackpot this high!"

He covered your face with little kisses. Cheeks, tip of the nose, forehead and jaw. Your laughter sounded childish and playful, which only motivated him even more to shower you with his love.

There was a sizzling sound behind you. With two nimble hands, you prevent the stew from overflowing. Bucky was still standing close behind you, his hands on your hips. The circular movements of his thumbs left hot shivers on your skin.

"I'm serious, Soldier. Go dry off and let's eat something before I change my mind and go straight for dessert." You teased while turning back to Bucky. Your fingers were around his dog tags. With a slight pull, you marked your word.

His eyes light up and a slight blush crept down his cheeks. This man was a shameless flirt, but if you reciprocate his flirtyness or even start with it, he gets flustered. Even the super soldier in him got nervous.

Bucky loved it when you played with his dog tags. He imagined how the metal brushed your naked skin when you were lying under him and he made you moan.

"Careful, my love. I'm hungry for more.” His voice was colored by lust and it cost him a lot of control to detach himself from you and fulfill your wish.

He teased you with a wink. You bite your lower lip.

The food was delicious, but Bucky had his thoughts elsewhere. And you knew that. The way he literally undressed you with his eyes almost drove you crazy. And when he finally lost his temper and jumped up from the table, you found yourself between him and the wall the next second.

Bucky held you captive with his body and claimed your lips with an insatiable hunger. You moan in the kiss. Bucky's grip on your waist tightened. You gently pull his hair and he growled in response.

“You're going to kill me, doll. I need you.”

You lean your head back against the wall to look up at him. "So dessert it is?"

Bucky put his hand around your throat with light pressure and parted your lips with his thumb. A devilish smile played around the corners of his mouth.

„Fuck yeah please.“ 

______________________________

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[firelilyfox]

falling for you was the easy part

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: Bucky has to watch you get tortured. He blames himself for the pain you’ve been through, but you won’t let him punish himself for it.

Wordcount: 1.5k

Warnings: big time angst. anxiety. torture. being whipped. hurt/comfort. dating Bucky. established relationship. sadistic actions (NOT Bucky or reader). mentions of injuries.

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When you opened your eyes, you found yourself kneeling on the cold stone floor, your wrists tied together, and attached to a kind of metal ring that protruded from the ground.

You wanted to call for help, but your lips were split by a dusty piece of fabric, which made it impossible for you to form words.

Your eyes raced through the small room, searching for answers to this grotesque situation. Fear tightened your throat when you could see an unknown figure in the dim light.

The person stepped closer. "Ah the princess woke up as I can see."

The man was tall and thin. The cone of light above him put his sunken face in deep shadows, which made it look like a bare skull.

You desperately pull on your shackles, but they didn't loosen a bit.

The man grinned ghostly. "That's pointless. And quite unnecessary.” He gave a sign to the shadows and you saw there were more people lurkeying there. Soldiers in full combat gear.

“You're only here as a means to an end. All you have to do is look good while I'm doing my job.”

Panic spread in you. What did he mean by that? Where the hell are we here?

And where is ...

The soldiers draged an unconscious body into the small room. Your ranging thoughts suddenly came to an abrupt stop.

Bucky. 

Your choked cries for him sounded like the calls of a wild animal. Tears blurred your vision. The rope around your joints cut deeper into your skin with each pull.

"Don't worry. He is alive. For now. The Winter Soldier has one last task to fulfil before I can finally dismiss him from service.” The man's vicious grin grew into a grimace full of perverse anticipation.

He signalled again and then positioned himself behind you. The soldiers chased a syringe into Bucky's neck, after which he suddenly regained consciousness.

Bucky jumped up and swung his fists, caught two of them and broke various bones. However, the others intervened quickly and managed to fix him.

He fought back like a wild animal. Until his gaze met yours. Bucky paused. Fear lay in his eyes and you could imagine what he saw.

The dried blood on your face. The gag in your mouth and the shackles around your wrists. And when a soft click sounded ... the gun pointed at the back of your head.

„Now“, the man barks. „Behave. Or watch me punish her for your misbehaviour.”

“Everything will be alright, doll. I promise.”

A soft whimper sounded from your throat.

"Oh, you should only make promises that you can keep." The man's voice was cold as ice and at the same time amused.

Suddenly you feel his hands on your back and the blade of a knife that slit your combat suit lengthwise. Goosebumps settled over your now bare back and made you shudder.

“I'm a fan of old fashioned style. You too, soldier?”

Deadly hatred was reflected in Bucky's eyes, and every single muscle in his body was tense. You could see that he was ready to turn the insides of the man outwards.

Then he said something in Russian that you couldn't understand.

Bucky replied in Russian, his voice threateningly deep.

The man didn't like the answer.

A burning pain exploded on your back and made you scream. The man had hit you. With something that felt very much like a fucking whip.

„No! You bloody bastard!“Bucky roared.

Another blow. Your cry echoed back from the walls, like a cruel song of pain.

„Behave. Or watch her suffer because of you, Soldier.“ 

Bucky roared something in Russian. Another blow.

You start to tremble all over your body.

Words in a foreign language were exchanged. Angry and full of hate. Even if you could understand them, it would be pointless. Your nervous system ringed in alarm, made your ears rustled, your eyes blur and your mouth taste blood.

Just when you thought the questioning came to an end and would thus also free you from the torture by whipping, the man laughed contentedly.

“Thank you, Soldier. You were very helpful. It's just a shame that you buckled so quickly and handled the information so recklessly.” His hand grabbed you by the hair and pulled your head back with a jerk so that you had to look Bucky straight in the eyes.

You could almost feel the pain in them physically. The normally so gentle blue, had frozen to ice. The small laugh lines around his lips and eyes were exchanged for a deep frown.

Your pain-fogged brain tried convulsively to keep consciousness and clung to the memory of his smile.

"As punishment for your weakness," the man chuckled madly to himself. "It will cost her a lot of blood."

He struck.

Again and again.

Bucky roared. Tore himself away from the soldiers and stormed towards the man. Before he could draw his gun again, Bucky was already next to him and broke his neck with a practiced move.

You could still see how the remaining soldiers were attacked by someone else before you lose consciousness.

"I got you, love. It's over.”

Bucky has never been so scared in his entire life.

When he saw you kneeling there, tied up and bleeding. Every single fibre in his body had failed him at this sight. The helplessness he had felt there would haunt him until the end of his days.

"You should have this looked at by someone," Steve stepped beside him and pointed to the ugly cut on his face.

Bucky didn't move a muscle. "I'm fine."

"I know. But it doesn't help her either if you're standing around and staring at the door. The nurses have already complained.”

They had temporarily thrown Bucky out of your hospital room because he almost made every person who entered cry with his pure presence.

All night he had been watching next to your bed and holding your hand. He listened to the smooth beeping of the monitors, which assured him that your heart was still beating.

"She's no longer in danger, Buck. She only sleeps because of the morphine. She will be back.”

“That's my fault. He tortured her. Because of me. Just to see me suffer, Steve. He didn't need any information, because he already knew everything. He only did it to satisfy his perverse obsession with the Winter Soldier project.” The words felt like acid on his tongue and Bucky felt his chest contract painfully.

"Buck, it's not your fault. If anyone is to blame, it's this bastard!” Steve frowned. “No one could have foreseen that. This sick asshole set a trap for us.”

Bucky looked at Steve. “Watch your language. You have an reputation to lose.”

"That's what I get out of hanging out with you, old friend." Steve patted Bucky on the shoulder in a friendly manner. “At least go wash the blood off your face. When she wakes up, she shouldn't be scared to death.”

When Bucky returned to your room a few minutes later, his face was cleared of blood and he had taken off the messed up combat jacket.

The door was just opened by a medical assistant who opened his eyes anxiously when he saw Bucky stepping around the corner. "S-She's awake and asked for you, Sir. Uh, Sergeant."

"Go." The assistant nodded quickly and disappeared visibly relieved.

Bucky cautiously entered your room and mentally prepared himself for the sight of you. His heart cramped when he saw you sitting on the edge of the bed, slightly bent over to protect the freshly bandaged wounds on your back.

You look up at him and try to smile. It was a little more shaky than you had planned. "Hey."

Bucky was with you with two long steps and sank down to one knee in front of your bed to make it easier for you to look at him without lifting his head. “God, love. I'm so sorry.”

Tears shimmered in his eyes and his hands gently touch your thighs, going up and down as if to prove to himself that you are here with him.

“I should have prevented that.”

You silence him by run your hands through his hair. You gently stroke the dark strand from his forehead and put your palms around his cheeks.

“I know you're smarter than that, Bucky. You should know that none of this is really your fault.”

Bucky kissed your palm. "If I hadn't been, if you and I weren't together, he would never have tortured you."

„Bucky, stop.“

He overheard you. “I should never have taken you in there. Even now after I left the Winter Soldier behind, he's still chasing me. It was reckless to believe that it would be different. I shouldn't have allowed myself to fall in love with you in the first place and put you in danger...”

"For God's sake, Bucky! Shut up," you sigh and put your thumb on his lips. “This is really the dumbest thing that ever came out of your pretty mouth. Don't forget that I knew what I was getting into. Don't forget that i was the one who started this. I fell for you first.“ 

Bucky breathed, kissed the tip of your thumb, and gently stroked your cheek.„I fell for you way before that. I just didn't want to admit it to myself.”

You're giggling. "This is not a competition, idiot."

For a fraction of a second, a slight smile appeared on his lips, then his expression became serious again. “I'm so terribly sorry, doll. I will do everything so that you never have to feel such pain again.”

"I know." You reach for a small, wired button to your right. "Press it and you can fulfill your promise here and now."

Confused, Bucky looked at the button and understood. Painkillers. He pressed the little life savior without hesitation and your muscles relaxed instantly.

“I love you, Bucky. No matter what.”

"Are those the drugs that speak for you?" he joked.

"Careful. If you don't kiss me in the next five seconds, then you'll need something much stronger than painkillers," you warn with a smile.

Bucky smiled for the first time since you left for the mission yesterday. "Yes ma'am."

He placed his lips gently on yours, gently touching your hips, careful not to exert too much pressure. All he wanted was to hold you tight, make sure you're here with him and safe. But that had to wait until your wounds were healed.

For here and now, Bucky had his hands to cup your face, feel your lips on his and hear your soft sigh as he deepened the kiss.

From today on, he would move mountains to keep you safe.

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a promise from the past

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: He saw you sacrificing yourself to safe his life. Now Bucky has to live with the guilt of loosing you - the love of his life. He is convinced that without you, life is not worth living anymore.

Until you return to him.

Wordcount: 2k ish

Warnings: anxiety. depression. (happy ending I promise). grief. loss. trauma. death. kissing. reunion. dating Bucky. established relationship. bad mental health. mention of injuries.

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The heat under your feet almost drove you crazy. Your hands clung to the only thing that kept you from falling into the burning death.

Bucky. 

He was trapped under two heavy gas pipes, which crushed his upper body with each passing second. You could see how hard it was for him to catch his breath and by the painful expression on his face you could tell that at least one of his ribs was broken.

"Hold on tight! For god's sake, hold on tight, doll!” he shouted desperately. His fingers were like a vice around your wrist, already bruising the skin.

“Bucky...” your voice was no more than a frightened croak.

You could see how Steve, on the other side of the engine room, fighting with a handful of soldiers.

And then your eyes slid down again.

Gas tanks that exploded.

Flames that spread miles high.

Fear spreads in your muscles and makes them freeze. But the knowledge of the inevitable swiped away all thoughts from your consciousness.

End station. From here there was no escape.

You look up at Bucky. Tears blurred your vision. A grotesque smile was on your lips. In the face of your situation, it seemed strangely calm and gentle.

"Bucky, I'm sorry."

The words chased naked fear into his beautiful face. Darkened his clear, blue eyes in horror and despair.

His grip tightened. Your joint began to crack under the pressure. "No! No, love. Please don't do this to me!”

Your fingers loosened her clamp grip around his forearm and you feel how your arm slowly slipped from his hand. “It's okay. Someone has to get out of here. You have to live.”

He squirmed under the crushing weight of the pipes. "There is no life for me without you! That's not right. That can't have been it! Never.”

Bucky gathered his strength and tried to pull you over the edge of the platform with one arm, but couldn't. His shoulder was at an unnatural angle and he screamed.

Pain and despair resulted in an animalistic sound that even rose over the deafening rant of the flames below you.

You're sobbing. “Promise me you'll surive. No matter how. You have to survive.” You turn your arm so that Bucky loses his grip and can only grab your hand in the last second.

You give him a sad smile. “I love you, Bucky Barnes. Never forget that. We find each other in the next life. Promised.”

You let go of his hand and fall into the flames.

When Bucky woke up from the nightmare, he was sweaty. His pulse racing. And he was shaking all over his body.

The room lay in impenetrable darkness, but that did not reassure him at all. With wild glances, he searched his bedroom for a sign. After something that indicated that you were still with him.

But there was no one. Like every time he woke up from that dream, he realized that the same thing had happened.

Back in 1943.

You have fallen into the flames, sacrificed yourself for Bucky and bound him to a promise that he rather would like to break.

The promise to survive. It feels like he's dying. A little more every day.

Bucky turned on the small lamp next to him, leaning against the headboard of his bed. He looked at his hands.

His left hand - bionic, unnatural and cold. His right - still his own. Human.

He could still feel how he held you with it. Feel how his grip on your arm loosened.

He hated his hands. Wished he could cut off both of them.

His thoughts flew to the night of his rescue mission. He was held captive and tortured. Steve and you gained access to the Hydra base just to save him. He could still remember your face. How it appeared above him when he was tied to the examination table in a delirium. Even when he was completely pumped up with drugs and didn't even know how he had landed there - he recognized you.

Your lips felt warm and soft on his. They tasted salty because you couldn't stop crying.

You found me. He had said in a broken voice.

I'll always find you. You replied with a smile.

Bucky shook off the images. Since he had to relive his worst moments from Void, the images were clearer than ever. His therapist had advised him to write down these dreams and memories so that he could process them better.

He was tired of writing the same words. Again and again. His gaze slid to the pile of notebooks on the floor next to his bed. Not a single page left empty. Each page showed exactly the same words as the previous one.

Bucky stopped long ago putting the words on paper. He just wanted it to stop hurting.

"Wow, you look even more shitty today than usual."

John Walker drank his coffee from a cup printed with a hamster whose eyes were unnaturally large. Above the disfigured animal were words that Bucky could not decipher. It was one of Yelena's cups. She enjoyed printing them with some memes.

„Eat shit, John.“ 

His eyebrows shot up. "Woah. Calm down, dude. I didn't want to hurt your ego.” He paused for a moment to think about what to say. "Your hair looks great today."

Bucky showed him the middle finger. John nodded and devoted himself to his hamster cup again.

“Good morning, guys. We have a lot to do today.” Yelena entered the common room with a tablet in her hand and typed wildly on it.

"Without me. I have my own obligations," Bucky muttered irritably and raised a hand defensively in her direction.

Yelena frowned. "And that would be? A withdrawal? Bucky, you look terrible.”

"I told him that, too," John remarked.

"Who said what?" Bob entered the room together with Alexei.

Bucky sighed.

Ava appeared as if out of nowhere and opened the helmet of her suit. "Bucky looks like shit today."

Bob gasped. "That's not a nice thing to say, Ava!"

"I wasn't. John and Yelena said that. I just repeated it!”

“How long have you been standing there? Are you spying on us the whole time? That's pretty perverted.” John grunted indignantly.

„Ha. You wish.“ Ava snorted.

Bucky felt his patience finally shretched. He hit the stone table top with his fist and cracked it. A tense silence settled over the Thunderbolts.

"I'm busy," Bucky said threateningly calmly and disappeared from the common room.

He still heard how the others wondered about his strange behaviour, but that didn't interest him anymore. Lately, he didn't care at all. He knew that the others didn't mean it badly, but all Bucky wanted - was to be left alone.

Bucky spent the day throwing himself into training. He burdened his body so much that no more thoughts had room in his head. He ran away from them. Hit them. Tried to chase bullets into them. To push them away with pure muscle power.

Nothing helped.

His body was shivering with energy, pulsating with adrenaline, and yet he felt paralysed. Like the memory of you hanging on his back - impossible to shake off.

Guilt and infinite grief were all he could feel.

"If you continue to beat up the poor thing like this, it will report you for assault."

Bucky looked at the completely demolished concrete pillar. He had unintentionally put up with it. The punching bags were too soft and too light. They gave no resistance. So he could at least feel the pain of his flesh hand on impact.

"What do you want, Yelena?"

She snorted amused. "Damn, you're in a bad mood today. I thought you'd took it out on the architecture by now.” She nodded meaningfully to the pillar.

Bucky remained silent. With a gloomy look, he waited for Yelena to get to the point.

"Ugh, fine." She rolled her eyes. “We were on the road today and uncovered some of Valentina's greasy businesses. Among other things, a test laboratory in Brazil.”

She handed Bucky her tablet. Some documents were opened on it, but that was not what made Bucky almost faint.

There was a picture. Black and white and a terrible quality. But he recognized the person immediately.

"Impossible." He swifted through the data for more precise information. After a date when this image was taken.

"She's here, Bucky." The look on her face told him that she put the pieces together. Of course she did. Yelena always knows.

His world turned. He felt her tip over and he threatened to plunge over the cliff into endless nothingness. "What?"

Yelena nodded and Bucky had already disappeared from the training room.

Impossible.

No way.

He had seen you die. Bucky had allowed you to sacrifice yourself. Your death had been the greatest sin of his entire, far too long life.

But there you are. Surrounded by the Thunderbolts, which all looked pretty worn and dirty. You stand with your back to him as Bucky enters the room. But he would recognize your frame everywhere.

"Impossible," he murmured.

Yelena shurred past him and booted at the others to scare them out of the small hospital room. They obeyed reluctantly.

"How is that possible?"

You glance over your shoulder and your heart stopped. He still looked the same as he did back in 1943. Still the same beautiful face and the same clear, blue eyes. Only they were marked by pain and repentance. His hair was a little longer than it was then. And he was bigger, stronger.

Rougher. 

“Hi,” your voice was nothing more than a fragile whisper. But it broke the invisible barrier between you and Bucky didn't waste another second. With two long steps he was with you and closed you in his arms. Your body snuggled perfectly against his. The feeling of home flooded you.

You could feel how wildly his heart pulsed under your cheek. His smell clouded your senses. He even smelled like back then. How is this possible?

"I thought I'd lost you, doll." Bucky pressed a kiss on your hair without freeing you from the hug. "Impossible."

A tear-choked giggle came out of your mouth. "You repeat yourself."

Bucky leaned back to look at you. He noticed every inch of your face. Every little thing. His thumb stroked your cheek, wiping away the tears you couldn't hold back any longer. His fingers laid in the curve of your neck, gently brushing over the sensitive, soft skin.

Although, not quite.

Bucky noticed the scars for the first time. They showed sideways over your neck, up to your lower jaw and disappeared under the collar of your shirt.

Sheer horror was reflected in his eyes. You put your hand over his and avoid his gaze.

"I don't look quite the same as I used to. For the most part, everything is the same, but the fire has left its mark on me."

Bucky remained silent for a moment. You almost expect rejection, disgust in fact. Then he gently put his bionic fingers under your chin and lifted it so that you had to look at him.

"You are as beautiful as the day I lost you."

Then he kissed you.

His lips rested gently but firmly on yours. An invitation. A welcome home for your lonely heart. You get up on your tiptoes to give yourself completely to him. Your arms found their predetermined place around his neck.

Bucky pulled you closer to him, firmly and vigourously. It felt so good - real - to finally have you in his arms again. Your body was made for his. Your heart was connected to his, he could feel it. Your kiss tasted salty. Just like he remembered.

As you stepped away from each other, breathing heavily, Bucky touched your forehead with his, closing his eyes. He absorbed this moment. Called to mind that this was real. You are real. You're alive.

"You found me."

"I will always find you."

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Thank you so much for reading! 💙 All interactions are highly appreciated ✨ (but please don’t copy my work)

BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST

[firelilyfox]

a promise from the past

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: He saw you sacrificing yourself to safe his life. Now Bucky has to live with the guilt of loosing you - the love of his life. He is convinced that without you, life is not worth living anymore.

Until you return to him.

Wordcount: 2k ish

Warnings: anxiety. depression. (happy ending I promise). grief. loss. trauma. death. kissing. reunion. dating Bucky. established relationship. bad mental health. mention of injuries.

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The heat under your feet almost drove you crazy. Your hands clung to the only thing that kept you from falling into the burning death.

Bucky. 

He was trapped under two heavy gas pipes, which crushed his upper body with each passing second. You could see how hard it was for him to catch his breath and by the painful expression on his face you could tell that at least one of his ribs was broken.

"Hold on tight! For god's sake, hold on tight, doll!” he shouted desperately. His fingers were like a vice around your wrist, already bruising the skin.

“Bucky...” your voice was no more than a frightened croak.

You could see how Steve, on the other side of the engine room, fighting with a handful of soldiers.

And then your eyes slid down again.

Gas tanks that exploded.

Flames that spread miles high.

Fear spreads in your muscles and makes them freeze. But the knowledge of the inevitable swiped away all thoughts from your consciousness.

End station. From here there was no escape.

You look up at Bucky. Tears blurred your vision. A grotesque smile was on your lips. In the face of your situation, it seemed strangely calm and gentle.

"Bucky, I'm sorry."

The words chased naked fear into his beautiful face. Darkened his clear, blue eyes in horror and despair.

His grip tightened. Your joint began to crack under the pressure. "No! No, love. Please don't do this to me!”

Your fingers loosened her clamp grip around his forearm and you feel how your arm slowly slipped from his hand. “It's okay. Someone has to get out of here. You have to live.”

He squirmed under the crushing weight of the pipes. "There is no life for me without you! That's not right. That can't have been it! Never.”

Bucky gathered his strength and tried to pull you over the edge of the platform with one arm, but couldn't. His shoulder was at an unnatural angle and he screamed.

Pain and despair resulted in an animalistic sound that even rose over the deafening rant of the flames below you.

You're sobbing. “Promise me you'll surive. No matter how. You have to survive.” You turn your arm so that Bucky loses his grip and can only grab your hand in the last second.

You give him a sad smile. “I love you, Bucky Barnes. Never forget that. We find each other in the next life. Promised.”

You let go of his hand and fall into the flames.

When Bucky woke up from the nightmare, he was sweaty. His pulse racing. And he was shaking all over his body.

The room lay in impenetrable darkness, but that did not reassure him at all. With wild glances, he searched his bedroom for a sign. After something that indicated that you were still with him.

But there was no one. Like every time he woke up from that dream, he realized that the same thing had happened.

Back in 1943.

You have fallen into the flames, sacrificed yourself for Bucky and bound him to a promise that he rather would like to break.

The promise to survive. It feels like he's dying. A little more every day.

Bucky turned on the small lamp next to him, leaning against the headboard of his bed. He looked at his hands.

His left hand - bionic, unnatural and cold. His right - still his own. Human.

He could still feel how he held you with it. Feel how his grip on your arm loosened.

He hated his hands. Wished he could cut off both of them.

His thoughts flew to the night of his rescue mission. He was held captive and tortured. Steve and you gained access to the Hydra base just to save him. He could still remember your face. How it appeared above him when he was tied to the examination table in a delirium. Even when he was completely pumped up with drugs and didn't even know how he had landed there - he recognized you.

Your lips felt warm and soft on his. They tasted salty because you couldn't stop crying.

You found me. He had said in a broken voice.

I'll always find you. You replied with a smile.

Bucky shook off the images. Since he had to relive his worst moments from Void, the images were clearer than ever. His therapist had advised him to write down these dreams and memories so that he could process them better.

He was tired of writing the same words. Again and again. His gaze slid to the pile of notebooks on the floor next to his bed. Not a single page left empty. Each page showed exactly the same words as the previous one.

Bucky stopped long ago putting the words on paper. He just wanted it to stop hurting.

"Wow, you look even more shitty today than usual."

John Walker drank his coffee from a cup printed with a hamster whose eyes were unnaturally large. Above the disfigured animal were words that Bucky could not decipher. It was one of Yelena's cups. She enjoyed printing them with some memes.

„Eat shit, John.“ 

His eyebrows shot up. "Woah. Calm down, dude. I didn't want to hurt your ego.” He paused for a moment to think about what to say. "Your hair looks great today."

Bucky showed him the middle finger. John nodded and devoted himself to his hamster cup again.

“Good morning, guys. We have a lot to do today.” Yelena entered the common room with a tablet in her hand and typed wildly on it.

"Without me. I have my own obligations," Bucky muttered irritably and raised a hand defensively in her direction.

Yelena frowned. "And that would be? A withdrawal? Bucky, you look terrible.”

"I told him that, too," John remarked.

"Who said what?" Bob entered the room together with Alexei.

Bucky sighed.

Ava appeared as if out of nowhere and opened the helmet of her suit. "Bucky looks like shit today."

Bob gasped. "That's not a nice thing to say, Ava!"

"I wasn't. John and Yelena said that. I just repeated it!”

“How long have you been standing there? Are you spying on us the whole time? That's pretty perverted.” John grunted indignantly.

„Ha. You wish.“ Ava snorted.

Bucky felt his patience finally shretched. He hit the stone table top with his fist and cracked it. A tense silence settled over the Thunderbolts.

"I'm busy," Bucky said threateningly calmly and disappeared from the common room.

He still heard how the others wondered about his strange behaviour, but that didn't interest him anymore. Lately, he didn't care at all. He knew that the others didn't mean it badly, but all Bucky wanted - was to be left alone.

Bucky spent the day throwing himself into training. He burdened his body so much that no more thoughts had room in his head. He ran away from them. Hit them. Tried to chase bullets into them. To push them away with pure muscle power.

Nothing helped.

His body was shivering with energy, pulsating with adrenaline, and yet he felt paralysed. Like the memory of you hanging on his back - impossible to shake off.

Guilt and infinite grief were all he could feel.

"If you continue to beat up the poor thing like this, it will report you for assault."

Bucky looked at the completely demolished concrete pillar. He had unintentionally put up with it. The punching bags were too soft and too light. They gave no resistance. So he could at least feel the pain of his flesh hand on impact.

"What do you want, Yelena?"

She snorted amused. "Damn, you're in a bad mood today. I thought you'd took it out on the architecture by now.” She nodded meaningfully to the pillar.

Bucky remained silent. With a gloomy look, he waited for Yelena to get to the point.

"Ugh, fine." She rolled her eyes. “We were on the road today and uncovered some of Valentina's greasy businesses. Among other things, a test laboratory in Brazil.”

She handed Bucky her tablet. Some documents were opened on it, but that was not what made Bucky almost faint.

There was a picture. Black and white and a terrible quality. But he recognized the person immediately.

"Impossible." He swifted through the data for more precise information. After a date when this image was taken.

"She's here, Bucky." The look on her face told him that she put the pieces together. Of course she did. Yelena always knows.

His world turned. He felt her tip over and he threatened to plunge over the cliff into endless nothingness. "What?"

Yelena nodded and Bucky had already disappeared from the training room.

Impossible.

No way.

He had seen you die. Bucky had allowed you to sacrifice yourself. Your death had been the greatest sin of his entire, far too long life.

But there you are. Surrounded by the Thunderbolts, which all looked pretty worn and dirty. You stand with your back to him as Bucky enters the room. But he would recognize your frame everywhere.

"Impossible," he murmured.

Yelena shurred past him and booted at the others to scare them out of the small hospital room. They obeyed reluctantly.

"How is that possible?"

You glance over your shoulder and your heart stopped. He still looked the same as he did back in 1943. Still the same beautiful face and the same clear, blue eyes. Only they were marked by pain and repentance. His hair was a little longer than it was then. And he was bigger, stronger.

Rougher. 

“Hi,” your voice was nothing more than a fragile whisper. But it broke the invisible barrier between you and Bucky didn't waste another second. With two long steps he was with you and closed you in his arms. Your body snuggled perfectly against his. The feeling of home flooded you.

You could feel how wildly his heart pulsed under your cheek. His smell clouded your senses. He even smelled like back then. How is this possible?

"I thought I'd lost you, doll." Bucky pressed a kiss on your hair without freeing you from the hug. "Impossible."

A tear-choked giggle came out of your mouth. "You repeat yourself."

Bucky leaned back to look at you. He noticed every inch of your face. Every little thing. His thumb stroked your cheek, wiping away the tears you couldn't hold back any longer. His fingers laid in the curve of your neck, gently brushing over the sensitive, soft skin.

Although, not quite.

Bucky noticed the scars for the first time. They showed sideways over your neck, up to your lower jaw and disappeared under the collar of your shirt.

Sheer horror was reflected in his eyes. You put your hand over his and avoid his gaze.

"I don't look quite the same as I used to. For the most part, everything is the same, but the fire has left its mark on me."

Bucky remained silent for a moment. You almost expect rejection, disgust in fact. Then he gently put his bionic fingers under your chin and lifted it so that you had to look at him.

"You are as beautiful as the day I lost you."

Then he kissed you.

His lips rested gently but firmly on yours. An invitation. A welcome home for your lonely heart. You get up on your tiptoes to give yourself completely to him. Your arms found their predetermined place around his neck.

Bucky pulled you closer to him, firmly and vigourously. It felt so good - real - to finally have you in his arms again. Your body was made for his. Your heart was connected to his, he could feel it. Your kiss tasted salty. Just like he remembered.

As you stepped away from each other, breathing heavily, Bucky touched your forehead with his, closing his eyes. He absorbed this moment. Called to mind that this was real. You are real. You're alive.

"You found me."

"I will always find you."

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Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader Summary: Bucky got accepted into the army. Now he has to train to become a soldier. When the daughter of his General stumbles into the camp, he can't really think about something else. Wordcount: 1.9k Warnings: heavy flirting. indicated s3xual activity. Bucky has a crush on you. combat training. kissing.

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December 1941

This is it. The U.S Army training camp. And Bucky never felt more at home in his entire life. 

As soon as he got the green light from his physical tests, he packed his bags and waited for the day he could join the other young men to train for combat. 

„Hey Barnes! Looks like we are bunk buddys“, his pal from the testing station calls out. He was a bulky kid with a never-ending smile on his face. Sometimes Bucky asked himself if it will vanish during their serving time or not. 

Bucky sat down on the bed next to his and smiled. „Great so I can hear you snoring the whole damn night.“ 

„Hey! I don’t snore at all. I’m a heavy breather.“ He defended himself, throwing a pillow at Buckys face. He caught it mid air and slap it on the head of his friend. 

The two young soldiers were laughing like little boys, when the door got opened. All other soldiers stood up simultaneously and lined up perfectly. Bucky noticed it and joined the line of young men, still holding the pillow in one hand. 

„Soldier. This is the first day of your training to become honorable men who serve our glorious country. I’m the General of this company and I’m responsible for all of you.“ The old man looked around with a stoic expression on his face. 

Bucky should’ve paid attention to him, but he couldn’t focus on his words because he was distracted. 

By a woman. He was distracted by you. 

He couldn’t believe his eyes, when he watched you step around the general and walked down the line of soldiers. Calm, controlled steps brought you to pass the men. They were listening to the general. But Bucky had only eyes for you. 

You’re wearing a uniform, just like them. Heavy boots on your feet and a piercing look on your face. 

I never saw someone so intimidating and beautiful at the same time. Bucky thought to himself. 

„May I introduce to you“, the Genreal pointing at you. „My daughter. And also the psychological support of this company section. She will judge your mental abilities to cope with stress and possible threats. If you want to serve in the Army, then her verdict will be crucial. Don’t mess up.“ 

You came to the end of the line, standing right in front of Bucky. He straightens his back and got up to his full size. He was about two heads taller than you. But it he’s got the feeling that won’t impress you much. 

Your eyes traveled over his full length and stopped at his hands. 

„What is that, Soldier?“ You asked. Bucky almost smiled because he liked the way your voice sounds. 

Bucky gulped. „A pillow, ma’am.“ 

You stepped closer to him and he followed your movements with his eyes. With a challenging spark you looked up to him. „Already tired of me, hm?“ 

Before he could stutter a pathetic excuse, the General gave a sign to get ready for the first combat training. You turned around on your heel and left Bucky stuttering to himself. 

„That was a hell of a first impression, Barnes.“ His friend beside him joked. 

Bucky smacked him with his pillow and flipped him off afterwards. But a sudden smile forced itself onto his lips. That could be interesting. 

It was really hard for Bucky to find a moment to talk to you alone. Weeks had passed and he didn’t get any chance to interact with you at all. Every time he entered the dining hall, you already had left. When he searched for your face in the crowd of dirty men, you were busy taking notes or talking to the Generals of the different companies. 

He almost gave up. But then he decided to go for a run late at night. Bucky had trouble to fall asleep, manly because of all the loudly snoring men in his bunker. The night was peaceful and quiet. The air warm and the sky clouded. Rain was about to come soon. 

He ran around the corner and saw someone sitting on the roof of a weapon shelter. The stone bunker was embedded into a small hill, with grass on the top. Two legs were dangling over the entrance. 

Bucky couldn’t hold back a smile when he realized it was you. Sitting up there, facing the sky. He jog over to the bunker. 

„Do you like to sit on guns at night?“ He asked. 

You dropped your gaze down to him. „Does this pickup line usually work for you?“ 

Bucky felt his cheeks heat up. He repeated his words again in his head and cringed immediately. 

„It sounded better in my head.“ 

You chuckled. It activated butterflies in his stomach. And Bucky knew he wanted to hear it again. 

„Why are you awake, Soldier?“ 

„You can call me Bucky“, he said while climbing up the hill and sat down beside you. With an honorable distance of course. The last thing he wanted was to scare you off. 

„Okay. Why are you awake, Soldier Bucky?“ You teased him. 

He shakes his head with a defeated smile. „Life threatening earthquakes, caused by the snoring of about sixty men. Makes it hard to fall asleep.“ 

A laugh escaped your lips. You tried to cover up your mouth with both hands, but the bright sound of your laughter was already etched deep in Bucky’s soul. 

„Sorry to hear that. But you don’t need a beauty sleep anyway.“ The second the words were spoken, your eyes widened in shock. Bucky assumed these were meant to stay silent thoughts, that unwillingly escaped your tongue. 

A smitten smile pulled on his lips. „So you think I’m pretty?“ 

You didn’t answer. Instead you jumped up and turned to leave without a word. Bucky failed to hold you back. 

Damn she’s fast. He thought, punching himself mentally for screwing up. Bucky could only watch you leave him up on the hill, wondering how someone so confident (and still intimidating) can be so easily flustered by a joke. 

Bucky smiled, knowing that from this moment, he wouldn’t give up on you. He will get another chance, even if he has to work for it. 

The following days, you were nowhere to be found. Not even in the office of the General. Which made Buckys surprise even bigger, when you joined the company for combat training. 

You walked around the paired up soldiers, watching their skills closely. Successfully avoiding getting to close to him. Bucky wouldn’t let his chance slide, so he came up with an idea. 

„You have to punch me.“

His friend frowned confused. „I’m trying.“ 

„No I mean really punch me. As hard as you can. Make it hurt.“ Bucky followed you out of the corner of his eye. 

„Are you drunk? Why do you want me to hurt you?“ He asked.

Bucky groaned impatient. „I want her to get over here so I can talk to her.“ 

He followed when Bucky nodded in your direction. „You really think that will work? She is way out of your league.“ 

„Yeah no shit! But I still have to try.“ 

„Fiiine.“ His friend sighted. 

And he punched Bucky right in the face. Bucky helped a bit, by tripping and falling to the ground. 

„Uh- uhm we need some help over here!“ His pal called out. 

„What are you doing?“, Bucky hissed at him. 

„I though you wanted her to come over..?“ He replied through his teeth so only Bucky could hear him. 

„Yeah but-…“ 

„What’s wrong?“ You asked as you reached them. 

Bucky reacted fast. „Oh uhm - I think he needs to go to the nurse and let them treat his hand. He has very sensitive bones.“ 

His friend almost contradicted, but instead grabbed his wrist with a painful expression. „Oh yeah. His face hurt my hand really bad.“ 

You rolled your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose with your index finger and thumb. „Fine. Go, Soldier.“ 

Before you could turn back around again, Bucky stood up blocking your way. „I still need another combat partner.“ 

„And let me guess; you want me to be that?“ You assumed, already straightened your shoulders. 

„I will be careful, I promise.“ Bucky said with a crooked smile. He lowered his voice. „Because I think you’re pretty too and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.“ 

He wanted it so sound playful but the last part slipped out a bit more serious than he had in mind. Because it was the truth. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. Never. 

You blinked in surprise, as if you understood the true meaning behind his teasing words. But you quickly recover and put on a feisty face. With a combination of quick movements, you were able to surprise him and land a high kick on his shoulder. Not hard but clearly making a point. 

„You talk to much“, you huffed, landing another hit. 

It was like a dance between two strangers that’ve become more and more comfortable with each other. Bucky was surprised about the fighting skills you pulled on him. He never saw you train with the other soldiers, so he didn’t knew what you were capable of. But he always learned quickly. He managed to get a hold on you and captured your wrists in his hands. 

„I still don’t know your name“, he said with a low voice. 

You blushed. It could be the heat of movement, but Bucky could’ve sweared he saw your cheeks get a little darker. 

You got up on your tiptoes, lean closer to him. Bucky could feel your breath on his neck. „Why? Do you want me to make you scream my name?“ 

Buckys body reacted and froze immediately. His grip weakened around your wrists and he watched you with big, round puppy eyes. You gave him a evil wink … and hooked your leg behind his to send him to the ground with one hard push. He dropped like a wet bag of clothes, unable to defend himself after what you just said. You may be weaker than him, but way smarter. 

„It was nice to talk to you, Soldier Bucky.“ 

He watched you leave, still speechless. This woman will be the death of me. 

Later that day he couldn’t resist to sneak out again. The night was quiet and he managed to search for your quarters. Bucky didn’t knew what he expected you to say, when he knocked on your door. Would you be mad? Insult him and telling the General about his inappropriate behavior towards his daughter? 

He for sure didn’t expect for you to just tilt your head and smile. 

„You make me question everything, you know that? Is your name Mixed Signals by any chance? Because I’m getting the …“ 

„Bucky“, you mumbled grabbing his collar. „You talk to much.“ 

You pulled him down and his lips crashed into yours. At first he hesitated in surprise. Never could’ve he guessed your next move and certainly not this one. But then he leaned into the kiss. He rested his rough hands on your waist, pulling you closer. 

He pulled away by a few inches. „You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.“ 

You smiled. „Stop waiting then. And do something.“ 

Bucky didn’t have to be told twice. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you up, so you could wrap your legs around his waist. With a careless nudge, he pushed the door closed behind you, while still claiming your lips. 

When your back hit the mattress, a little squeak escaped your throat, followed by giggles. Bucky pulled away. His blue eyes were sparkling as he looked down at you, softly brushing his fingers over your cheek. 

„Your laughter is my favorite sound.“ 

You melted beneath his strong, defined body. „Let me show you another sound for that list.“ 

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Forgiveness Denied

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader Summary: Right after the funeral, Bucky disappears without a word. You set everything to find him, clueless why he left. Wordcount: 1k Warnings: hurt/comfort. angst!. tears. guilt.

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He disappeared for several days.

Everyone on the team was very worried about Bucky after he got out of the dust in one night and fog action. Without saying goodbye. Each of your breaths felt like your last, it hurt so much not to know where he was.

After the rest of humanity had returned out of nowhere and the world was spinning at an indefinable pace, nothing was the same.

After Tony had given his life for us, nothing was like before.

The grief had burned into the bones of all of us, paralyzing us and making it almost impossible to look forward.

"Have you heard anything new?"

Sam crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at you shaking his head. “I'm really sorry, kiddo. He seems to have been swallowed by the ground. Not even Friday could track him down.”

Cursed Winter Soldier experience. If anyone knew how to leave no trace, it was James Buchanan Barnes.

Steve entered the room and let his worried gaze wander over the flickering screens. Data from surveillance cameras was compared on each individual. Facial recognition. Everyone is looking for Bucky. All programmed by you.

"When was the last time you slept?"

You sigh in annoyance. “I can do that when I find him. Until then, I won't be a blind eye anyway.”

“I understand how you feel. We're all worried about him. But it's no use looking for him this way. He will show up when he's ready.” Steve put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed it to signal you that you were not alone with your fear for Bucky.

"Why did he disappear in the first place?" Your voice sounded small and broken.

You feel the tears gather in your eyes, try in vain to blink them away and look back at Steve and Sam. They gave each other a telling look.

"What? What do you know?”

Sam cleared his throat and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "I only have the assumption that he has his reasons for it. As annoying as this old man may be, he does nothing about the affect.

“I know Buck. Even then, he always dealt with his problems with himself. However, disappearing is also new to me. Especially because he disappeared right after the funeral," Steve added.

"Do you think it would be possible ...?" You didn't need to finish the sentence to know that your train of thought would be confirmed by them.

Just thinking about it made you sick.

Even if it took a lot of persuasion from Steve and Sam, you finally agree to give yourself a break from the search. To eat something - or rather to stare at the lovingly prepared casserole of May Parker and finally to throw it away.

You slip into your room, close the door quietly behind you and let yourself slide down it with your eyes closed. Your heart cramped painfully in your chest. Tightened your breath and made you feel like you were dying a little bit.

Where is he? Why did he leave without saying anything? Was he okay?

The lump in your throat got bigger with every second. You open your eyes and drive together in fright. There was someone sitting on your bed. You could only distinguish a silhouette in the darkness that remained motionless on the edge of the bed.

You would recognize the shadow everywhere. "Bucky?"

He didn't answer, didn't raise his head to look at you. His elbows were supported on his knees and he continued to stare at the ground between his feet.

You get up, sway briefly and run to him. You sink to your knees in front of him, the tears now flowed uncontrollably down your cheeks and left wet marks on your skin.

“Are you hurt? Bucky, what happened?” The words just bubbled out of you. You touch his hands and notice that they were wet. Strictly speaking, his whole body was dripping. He was wearing a suit. Still the suit he wore at the funeral. Bucky smelled of rain and he was completely soaked.

"I'm fine," he murmured.

You bend your head to catch his gaze, which was still fixed on the ground. You gently put your hands on his cheeks, he allowed it.

"That's not true."

He smiled sadly. "I know." Bucky looked at you and you realized how red his eyes were. He must have cried for hours to look so carried away.

"What happened?" you repeat your question, quieter this time.

Bucky hesitated. You could feel his jaw tense under your fingers. His cloudy, blue eyes tried to escape your gaze, but always found their way back to you.

Finally, he raised his right hand and wiped a tear from your cheek. “I didn't know what else to do. For me it was always just fight or flight. I couldn't fight, so I fled.”

"You ran away because you couldn't apologize anymore. Am I right?” you whisper.

Bucky stiffened and looked at you as if moved by thunder. "Where - how do you know that?"

“Steve and Sam made me think. I was too busy looking for you that I didn't ask myself why.” You put your hands flat on his chest and then slowly let them wander up to his shirt collar. "But it makes sense."

He nodded silently. "I'm sorry to give you such worries, doll. I wanted to keep you out of my mess.”

"Don't say that." You move closer to him, so that you now kneel between his bent legs. "Bucky, your mess is my mess. I'm here for you. Always. I'm sorry you felt like you had to run away.”

His Adam's apple jumped as if he had to swallow a lump in his throat. "It's just... I wanted to apologize to him. Tony. For that I took - that I took his parents.“ His voice sounded rough and quite scratchy from emerging tears. "I wanted to make up for it."

„Bucky-…“ 

No more words were needed. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to you. Bucky didn't hesitate and returned the hug.

Hard.

The pressure with which he held on to you almost took the air to breathe, but you allow it. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and began to sob.

With steady movements, your fingers ran through his hair and you pressed your lips gently to his trembling shoulders. So you stay for some time. You let him find comfort with you and he let you hold him. A silent contract between two hearts.

As he slowly detached himself from you, he took your face in his hands and looked at you extensively. "When was the last time you slept, doll?"

Without a doubt, you gave off a miserable appearance with dark circles under your eyes. You brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “I could ask you the same.”

Without a word, you rise. Bucky got rid of the soaked suit and you wiped off your clothes. You crawl under the duvet, snuggled together and let the darkness envelop you like a protective bubble.

Bucky held you as if you were his anchor and you clung to him. Your leg snaked over his hip and your fingers drew soothing circles on his bare back. After a while, you feel how his breathing calms down and became more and more even.

Only when Bucky had fallen asleep, you also allow yourself to find peace.

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