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Lifelong (III)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (Fem) Reader

Summary: The three of you scope out the airport where the Matteo’s are supposed to be. It doesn’t go as planned. 

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: violence, gore, language

A/N: Things start to get a little more fast paced, so I hope you like!

The phone you held to your ear kept ringing. With each voicemail, you grew more and more agitated.

“We better hurry, we’re gonna miss our only open time.” Sam’s voice came from behind you and you nodded.

You were trying to get a hold of Fury. Unfortunately, he wasn’t answering his phone. Go figure.

“I know. Just one more time.” You attempted again, and like every time before, no answer.

The three of you were already in Rio, just waiting on a lead on the Matteo’s.

You kept silent for the majority of the travels, and just listened to the two guys bicker.

Sam, being the mouthy one, would go on and on while Bucky would just give grunts or do shit just to annoy Sam.

You pivoted, facing them. The gut wrenching feeling of seeing Bucky was starting to lessen. You blamed it on watching him act like a normal human being. However, all the while you kept the fact of what he could do in the back of your thoughts. He could turn on you in a mere second.

You shook the thoughts from your head and grabbed your duffel bag that sat at your feet. It contained your suit and a plethora of weapons in case you really needed them.

“Alright, let’s go.”

The plan was just to get info from the Matteo’s. How they travel, who is with them, and how big the group has grown. When you took them down in the 80’s, they were small in numbers, but strong with Hydra backing them. Thanks to one Steve Rogers, hopefully your job will be a bit easier this go around.

You weren’t comfortable around Bucky, but you were able to say his name at least.

“You giving orders Captain, or am I?” The vibranium from Bucky’s arm glinted in the sunlight flowing through the car window and caused you to wince. As the words flew from your lips, you gave a smile to Sam in the driver's seat.

“I am totally open to ideas. I’m not a natural like Steve was. I have to write my motivational speeches down and rehearse. That shit doesn’t start just spilling out.” This coaxed a chuckle from your throat. Sam was easy going, and you could feel yourself relaxing around him.

“Yeah, that was something he was always able to do. Should’ve seen him on the playground as a kid.” The voice that came from Bucky was borderline startling, seeing as he hasn’t said a word to you since that issue with the thermostat. He sounded a lot different than you thought he would’ve. He always had that mask on and it always made his voice sound dangerous. This wasn’t the same voice.

You saw the airport coming closer, so you threw a hat on over your head and pulled your hair back.

“How about, Bucky, you stay down on the first floor with me and Sam can take the top floor. That’s where they’ll be coming out from the terminal, so Sam can give us a heads up. We scope things out and don’t be seen. They now know what you look like and they sure as hell have my face memorized.” The two men nodded and Sam pulled through the gates and into the parking garage. You reached your hand into your duffel, grabbing a phone sized brick from one of the side pockets.

It was your new suit, something Sam said about nanotech. You reached further and felt around for small syringes. Your eyes caught sight of the bright, red colored serum inside of them.

It’s what kept you alive.

You pulled one out, hoping to not have to use it.

There were few people on the Earth now who knew what you were. Fury and a couple S.H.I.E.L.D. doctors who were smart enough to keep you running. That’s what the injections were for.

You pushed both the brick and the syringe into a pocket on your pants. You turned to face both of them.

“Knowing them, security was here an hour ago scoping out for any threats. We get in and then out.” The two of them looked around, scoping out any secret entrances.

“If they’re practically looking for us, then how are we going to sneak in?” Bucky piped up from the back seat and Sam nodded along with him. “Through the front door.”

Five minutes later, you and Bucky walk through the front doors together. You turned, and noticed where he had put a dark blue jacket over to cover his arm. His hair had been pulled up into a small half-bun and you watched as he walked stiffly through the metal detectors.

Not a beep.

“Relax. The way you’re standing is gonna give us away before our faces do.” He looked down at you and nodded. He always kept a hard expression around you. The only time you’d seen his face soften was the night he offered to help with the thermostat.

When you turned your head back around, you noticed a man sitting at one of the bistreaux tables with sunglasses on and phone in hand.

Who wears sunglasses indoors? Security, that’s who. He was huge. As he turned his head towards you, you glanced over at Bucky and laughed.

His normally “shelled” eyes turned into straight confusion. You raised your eyebrows at him and reached up on your toes to kiss his cheek. Signs of affection make people uncomfortable apparently.

“10 o’clock.” You whispered, and watched as his cerulean eyes drifted over to the man. That’s the only way you could tell him without giving away your comm. The two of you kept looking at each other, his eyes locking onto yours. You caught yourself looking at the different details like the small dark spots around his iris. Once you realized what you were doing, you snapped your head away, hardening your eyes and facing forward.

Bucky kept watching you, something suddenly seeming familiar about you.

The two of you kept walking through until you got to the waiting deck.

“Sam?” Bucky’s voice ran through the comms in your ear and you both awaited his reply.

You could feel eyes on you and you glanced up to the upper level.

Sam sat, coffee in hand and neck pillow around his neck.

“Jesus.” This caused a smile to form across your face. You glanced over at Bucky and noticed him shaking his head.

“Great way to fit in, Wilson.”

“Thanks. That’s one thing Steve was never good about. He always had the same thing. Ball cap and sunglasses. By the way, check your twelve o.” You shook your head and wiped your smile from your face.

They’re doing a good job at blending in and you manage to catch another look at Bucky.

“They’re here. I’m counting five.”

Son of a bitch.

You glanced over at Bucky and smiled. It killed you to act like this with him. All those years of wanting him executed like Maria and Howard, that didn’t just go away because you saw him acting like a better man.

“I’m gonna head to the ladies room.” You said it loud enough for anyone in the vicinity who was listening could hear. Bucky nodded and you stood, leaving your fake purse and bags with him.

You felt the brick in your pocket and made short strides to the nearest restroom.

You pushed through the door just as another woman was making her way out. You walked in and chose a stall.

The agents that followed you were typical Matteo clan. Tall, Italian, and dumb.

This was going to end a fight that you were trying so desperately to avoid. There were just too many.

You pretended to flush and open up the stall. You went straight for the sink to wash your hands. The larger of the two came and stood behind you, catching your reflection in the mirror.

His brown eyes went wide when he saw your face up close.

He recognized you. Damnit.

“It’s the-” Before he had the chance to finish it, you withdrew a knife from your pocket and slashed his carotid. The blood spewed onto the perfectly clean mirror in front of you and he dropped hard.

The second one came at you, withdrawing a gun and firing one, two, three shots in your direction.

You flew behind him before he could catch you and you twisted his neck until it snapped, and he dropped like his friend.

“Y/N?” It was Bucky’s voice. This brought you back to reality.

“Yeah. I’m good. On my way out. I took out two.” You flew from the bathroom and before you could head back towards where Bucky was sitting, you watched as three more agents stepped out in front of you.

“I need-” A shot was fired and it rang out into the waiting terminal. People began screaming and running towards the exit. The fire that exploded throughout your shoulder was something you were used to, but damn if it didn't hurt like a bitch every time. You cried out, before pulling a glock of your own shooting the one in the chest twice and running. Bucky stood and started sprinting to where you were. He watched as you acted like you didn’t just get shot in the shoulder and kept leading them away from the civilians.

You ran all the while trying to avoid the bullets flying in your direction.

You saw a railing come into view and flung yourself over it, landing on your feet and pulling the brick out of your pocket. Fury said to press the button on top and let it do the rest.

Unfortunately you didn’t have time to do any of that before you saw two more men running at you from the front entrance.

“I need back up!” Sam’s voice came through the comm, your head snapping to where he was just minutes before. The big guy from the table picked Sam up, throwing him about fifteen feet away.

“Guys! This dude’s a fucking behemoth!” Sam’s voice was louder and ragged, and you turned to face the two running towards you.

Your arm flew up, putting bullets into the men approaching you. You felt a blade go into your lower back, turning to see a younger agent staring at you. Her eyes were full of rage, and you pulled the knife out, feeling the skin attempt to heal itself. You landed a couple punches to her face before shooting her knee. With a scream, she fell to the ground.

You heard a couple shots from above you, looking up to find Sam beaten to a pulp by that giant.

Bucky stood behind him, fighting off three more agents.

You jumped from a table, catching onto the railing and bringing your legs up to kick the man beating on Sam.

The man lost balance, and you tried to pull your gun from your side, but before you could the man swiped your feet out from under you. He grabbed onto your ankle and tried to pull you towards him.

Sam tried to regain his breath beside you, offering no aid. He was hurt pretty bad and you could tell.

You flipped over, and faced the man who was now standing. He attempted to kick you in the face, but you rolled, avoiding his boot. Without much hesitation, you blocked all of his attacks and was able to use him as leverage to stand.

“Bucky! Help Sam!” You yelled from behind the agent attacking you and Bucky flew to Sam’s side.

This fucking giant was kicking your ass and it was starting to piss you off.

Bucky and Sam watched as you moved around the agent quickly, before you were able to get behind him and catch him off guard.

You needed to wrap this up.

The next thing the pair saw was a blood covered fist shoot out of the giant’s chest. Bucky’s eyes went wide at the sight in front of him. He watched as you ripped your hand out of the now limp body, and threw the man’s heart to the side.

“What the fuck.” Sam’s weak voice came from beside him and he couldn’t form words.

Did she just rip his heart out?

You stood, trying to regain your breath but you slowly fell to your knees again.

The pain was back, but this time ten times worse. It shot from your heart through the rest of your body, paralyzing you.

“Y/N?” Sam’s voice rang out in the now empty airport and you couldn’t answer. The scream that ripped from your throat was one of pure agony and you tried to reach for your pocket. Your lungs began to deflate and you couldn’t catch a breath.

The thud that came from your torso hitting the hard floor caused Bucky to jump into action. You could literally feel the pain travel through your veins and throughout your head.

Bucky put Sam down softly and flew to your side. He watched as you writhed, trying to get into your pocket. He sat on his knees and hurriedly looked at your face. Your eyes began to turn red, covering the whites.

“What do I do?!” Bucky wasn’t sure who he was talking to, but he’d hoped for an answer, and soon. Your skin began to turn gray and pasty. Pieces of his hair fell from its tie and into his face.

You tried to muster the instructions but simply couldn’t, trying to preserve your breath. Bucky reached into your pocket and wrapped his vibranium fingers around the small syringe. His eyes lit up with an idea and quickly injected it into your arm, pumping the red liquid into your vein.

The breath that entered your lungs sounded painful to Bucky, him simply grabbing your top half and pulling it into his lap. The pain started to wither, and the color returned to your skin.

Your now normal eyes looked up at Bucky, and nodded.

“Thank you.”

As much as you hated it, the man you have wanted to kill for so long, just saved your life.

With that thought, your eyes rolled and you passed out. Your body couldn’t handle staying awake any longer and you went limp in Bucky’s arms.

There was a feeling that filled Bucky that he hadn’t felt in years. A flood of emotions came onto him and that’s when he realized.

He remembered you?

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Lifelong (II)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (Fem) Reader

Summary:The reader decides whether or not to follow the two agents, and a dark part of her past comes back to haunt her. 

Word Count:1.9k

Warnings:violence, gore

A/N: Here’s part two! This is just kind of a “set up” chapter, but it’s kind of short. I hope you enjoy!

The three of you quickly pulled into a parking garage and parked within the third floor. This whole thing felt like a bad dream. One Nick Fury put you up to.

You quickly fell out of the car and made you way up some flights of stairs until an elevator came into view.

“The Matteo’s aren’t easy to get a hold of. Trust me, I went after them for years before I actually succeeded.” The keys that came from your pocket were loud and you rushed into your apartment. The pair of them followed behind, a small grimace on the Soldier’s face.

“Meaning?” Sam’s voice flowed through the tall ceilings of the living room, and you watched as they both walked through. You flicked all of the locks that lined the door frame and walked straight into the kitchen.

“Meaning, it’s virtually impossible to bring them in,” Except you did it. With no help, but they were in the way of other things. “Is Fury on it because of Hydra related things?”

With the mention of Hydra, Bucky’s eyes hardened and sat on the small leather couch.

“Yeah, something like that.” Sam sat down next to his friend, watching as you paced back and forth. You finally walked up to a part of the wall by the kitchen and pushed on it. With a small whir, a 7 by 5 foot opening appeared.

“Well, that’s really the only way I caught them. Hydra had something I wanted and they were in the way.” The tactical suit that stood in front of you made you lose your breath. It was all black and something Fury had given to you before this all happened.

The note he sent was still attached.

I knew yours was getting old. Thank me later.

You smirked at hearing his voice go through your head.

“What was it that you wanted?” This time, it was the Soldier’s voice that rang through. His voice took you by surprise every time you heard it. You had never heard it before, his face was always covered by that black mask.

“Revenge.” Was all you said. You grabbed the suit and closed everything back up. The memories of your last mission made your heart constrict.

The way his gray eyes pleaded with yours before the bullet between his eyes rendered him lifeless. The way his body hit the ground-

With a shake of your head, you turned back to the pair sitting on your sofa. The sight was almost comical, both of their broad shoulders taking up the majority of the room.

Honestly, you didn’t want to get involved with anything. You were happy with your bar and apartment in a place you’ve always wanted to live. Hopefully it’ll stay that way.

“We’ll stay here for the night and get a game plan going. I’m assuming none of you expected them to act this quickly?”

The two of them shook their heads simultaneously.

“Hmm. Didn’t think so.”

You showed them both where they could sleep for the night and ordered some food for them.

Once it got late enough, you retired to your bedroom.

~

“Y/N.” You turned your head, only to find those beautiful gray eyes that made your heart accelerate just a little faster. He stood behind you, hands behind his back and a smile on his face. His full lips caused the wrinkles around his mouth to make an appearance. His ebony hair was perfect, messily framing his face and making him look boyish.

“Jack?” His face softened even more, and he grabbed your face with both of his hands. His eyes searched yours, looking at you with the most love anyone could give. Your eyes traveled down to his uniform, the black suit making him look even taller than he was.

“Why’d you do this to me?” His voice was the same, but his eyes hardened, his smile falling and his eyebrows came together. His dark eyebrows were a huge contrast with his pale skin.

The confusion that filled you soon turned to dread.

“What?”

His eyes roamed your face, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. The love never left his eyes.

“Have you forgotten already?” As soon as the words fell from his lips, blood began pouring from the bullet hole in his forehead.

Your lungs burned with the breath that finally filled them. The tears that fell from your eyes caused your cheeks to dampen and you could feel your own heartbeat throughout your body.

The sheets were a shade darker with your sweat and you quickly pushed them off of your tacky legs.

Jack.

Those gray eyes filled your mind again before you dismissed them quickly.

Your air conditioning was silent in contrast with the city below you. No wonder you were soaked.

“Fucking air conditioner.” You stood, making your way through your room and into the hallway. The small thermostat sat idly on the wall blinking a red light.

Son of a bitch.

The beeping it kept making as you pressed each button was obnoxious.

“Do you need some help?” The small but deep voice that came from behind you caused you to gasp, turning to find the very person you didn’t want to see behind you.

His chin length hair was messy and his eyes looked like they hadn’t slept a wink. You couldn’t look at those eyes without thinking about them through the CCTV footage that you’ll never be able to forget.

“No.” Your snappy reply caused him to look away. The thermostat beeped in your ear, causing you to flinch and punch it without a second thought. The front cover of it popped off, landing on the hard floor by his feet.

A groan came out of your throat, and you covered your face with your now very sore hand. Without another word, you walked back to your bedroom and closed the door with a thud. There was a small light pouring in from your bathroom, and you strutted over but were stopped when a shooting pain went through your chest. You fell, knees hitting the hard marble floor beneath you.

Your watering eyes flew to the small black bag on the sink, and struggled to get to it. Your fingers wrapped around the bag, and pulled it to the floor with a loud clatter.

The small glass vial full of blood red serum rolled out of the bag and a syringe with it. Without hesitating, you jammed the needle into the vial, the searing pain paralyzing you every second. With a couple taps from your fingers, you slowly injected the needle into your arm, and shot the serum. The warmth spread throughout your body and the pains subsided.

It was getting worse.

“Y/N?” Bucky’s voice came from outside your bedroom door, and you held your breath. “Everything okay in there?” 

You stayed silent, hoping he’d leave. The footsteps retreated from your door and you let out the breath you’d been holding.

This situation couldn't get any worse, you thought.

You watched through your window as the sun rose, bringing a new day with it.

~

“As of right now, they are in Florence. Well, that’s the last time we heard from them. Matthias Matteo, their leader, was there as well.” Sam talked about the mission as you read the manilla folder in front of you. They both had cups of coffee in their hands, sipping from them every so often.

“Well I can tell you right now, they’re not there anymore. They were out of there before you even had a chance to report your failure back to Fury,” You received a nod from Sam while Bucky just stared off towards your hallway. He stood, and disappeared before either of you said another word. Sam just glanced quickly and then back at you.

You watched as he went. Unfortunately having memorized the way he walks. No. Stalks.

Because that’s what he is. A predator. Or was apparently.

That’s not something you can just delete out of a person’s system.

“He’ll be okay. Since Cap… left I guess, he’s just been out of it.” Sam’s voice brought you back, making your attention focus back on the task at hand.

You could care less.

“The Matteo’s have a pattern. One I’d been following for a while. New York, Paris, Florence, and then Rio. Repeatedly.”

Sam nodded and stood.

“Well, sounds like we’re headed to Rio. Buck?” His silhouette appeared back from the hallway again, and the two of them headed the opposite direction.

You downed the rest of your coffee, putting the mug into the stainless steel sink. You padded your way back down the hallway towards your bedroom. As you passed, you noticed the thermostat.

It had been fixed and looked perfectly fine.

~

The young heir sat in his father’s office chair and looked down at papers scattered around his father’s desk. His father’s study was huge, and even though it was full of furniture, it felt empty.

He wasn’t used to the view from this side of the desk. He was always used to walking in and seeing his father focused on some conversation with a mysterious person on the phone.

He didn’t know anything about the family business until now. He had an idea, seeing as his father groomed him to take over since he was a young boy.

The door creaked loudly as his cousin, Marco, walked in and adjusted his cufflinks before sitting before him.

“Luca.” He didn’t bother looking up at him, seeing as he couldn’t think about much except for the information that sat in front of him in a locked box.

“Listen, I wouldn’t want to rush you, but we have things we need to tend to.” Marco never had much empathy, so Luca didn’t expect any from him now.

“I know, Marco.”

The silence that filled the room was deafening.

“I think we-”

“Speak another word, and it’ll be your brains they clean up from this desk next.”

Marco snapped his lips closed, standing and strutting out of the door.

Luca glanced over, noticing something on the crystal paper weight on the corner of the desk.

His long, olive fingers grasped the shining crystal and brought it closer to his face.

The small drop of blood glimmered almost as clearly as the paper weight.

His father’s blood.

This caused him to look over to the window where he could see the fresh bullet hole with a webbing of cracks flowing to the window frame.

They weren’t sure who had assassinated his father, but they received a tip on who it could’ve been.

Someone who had caught them once before.

His thoughts were interrupted once again by someone coming through the door. A servant stood without making eye contact.

“Yes?”

The servant was nervously rubbing his hands together before speaking up.

“Your plane is ready, sir.” Luca stood quickly and nodded.

“Get my bags ready.” The servant nodded and replied.

“Yes, Mr. Matteo.”

He left, and Luca turned back to the box on his father's desk. He grabbed the key quickly and unlocked the box. Inside was one manilla folder. He opened it hesitantly, and began to read.

There was only one person brave, or even smart enough, to kill his father.

The Black Lotus. 

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Lifelong (I)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (Fem) Reader

Summary: Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes lead a manhunt for someone who could help.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: violence, language

AN: Here’s the start of part 1 for this series. Enjoy!

Florence, September 2023

From the outside, one would say Sam Wilson stood tall in front of the secluded building facing him. The sharp suit made him exude confidence, but on the inside he felt anything but.

“Buck?” The comm that sat silently in his ear didn’t make him feel any better, and he rubbed his sweaty palms on his long slacks. This was one of the biggest operations Fury had put him on since he took up the mantle of Captain America. He had been put through many nerve wracking situations, and he didn’t think this would be any different. His accelerated heart rate said differently.

Him and Bucky had been following a group that was heavily involved with criminal activities and that S.H.I.E.L.D. followed since the mid eighties. They fled from sight after Steve took down Hydra, not to be seen until now. There was a crackle in his comm before hearing a familiar voice.

“Yeah, I’m in place. Took me a bit longer than I planned to get up here.” Sam breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the assassin’s voice. Unfortunately, his relief didn’t last long because of the gang of hollywood style mobsters arriving in a blacked out Mercedes.

“I have eyes on Matteo. 4 guards on all sides.”

Sam could’ve taken them out right then, but the immense crowd of people probably wouldn't appreciate that.

“Remember, in and out. Then we’re through.” He could practically see Bucky nodding behind a sniper scope.

In that moment, Sam watched as his target walked through the giant marble doors and into the lobby of the beautiful hotel. The gala was being held mainly for the purpose of thanking some charity for their reputable donation. Behind closed doors, Sam knew what the actual purpose was.

The main players within a huge chain of sex trafficking were meeting tonight to discuss some trades that were to be made.

“I’m heading in.”

Bucky sat in front of a small apartment window with his sniper pointed in the direction of the Gala. His dark locks of hair had been pulled behind his head into a small bun. His cerulean eyes stayed glued on his scope, watching as his partner walk quickly through the body guards at the doorway. Once his tall figure was gone, Bucky laid back, resting his metal arm against the top of the weapon.

Fury almost hadn’t let him come on this mission. Steve was the only one who grounded him before, and now that he isn’t as easily accessible, Fury was wary of him. A ticking time bomb. Bucky wanted to believe otherwise, but he knew there was always the possibility.

Those ten words held the detonation code to his bomb.

He had seen numerous people about it. Scientists, therapists, professionals. People who were supposed to know what they were talking about.

Bucky’s attention came back to the situation in front of him.

That’s when Sam’s irritated voice came from the other side of the comm.

“Buck? They’re gone. Right from under me.”

Of course they fucking did. If Fury thought he was incompetent before, he’s gonna laugh at this joke of a situation.

He slammed his vibranium hand against the cool metal of the gun, watching it crack with the amount of force he put in. He watched Sam safely leave from the Gala before packing up.

They headed back to headquarters both with a mixture of worry and irritation.

“I don’t know what happened. One second they were there and then they just vanished,” Bucky listened to Sam ramble on and on as they walked down the long hallway. The conference room they’d been summoned to was approaching, and so was his anxiety.

He didn’t feel like he deserved to be here. He looked ahead at Sam watching as he walked stiffly towards the room. He’d served for this country.

So had he. Look where it got him. Eighty years later and he still looked the way he did then.

Before he knew it, they were both seated at a large conference table. Fury wasn’t here yet, but Bucky could feel his presence.

Not two seconds later, in walked Fury with a new assistant. She was tall with ginger hair, she stood just like any of his other minions.  

“So, may I know why two of my best people couldn’t take down one of the easiest targets? A rookie took them down the first time.” Bucky just sat with his eyes glued to a small vase in the middle of the table.

A rookie.

“And that was in the 80’s. Please tell me you got something?”

Silence was his only answer.

“Well, since you can’t even bring some people in, how about I send you on a little manhunt. You think you could do that?” Fury’s voice was mocking. Bucky felt his anger flare, but he knew better than to do anything.

“Yes sir.”

Fury sat, rubbing his temples in some poor attempt to relieve the pressure that was building. There was only one person who knew enough about these people to actually get some information.

He hadn't seen her in years. He knows she’s still alive.

“Look, I know a person. She worked on this case for a while before everything went south. I’ll get in touch with her and I’ll let you know. Baker, get me everything on case number 782736.” With that, he stood and flew from the room. Bucky and Sam sat staring, sinking deeper into their own thoughts.

Sam stood, Bucky looking in his direction.

“C’mon. Let’s get a drink. I have a feeling it’ll be our only night off for a while.”

The two of them took off in an issued car, heading in the direction of the bustling city.

It was the only time off they had for a very long time.

The next day, the ginger assistant found Bucky in the gym running around the track. She stood in the middle of the track, her stance wide and a smirk on her face.

“Barnes?” His eyes watched her wearily and once he approached her, all he replied with was a grunt.

“Man of few words I see. Here’s the file Fury requested. He said he wants you and the Captain out by tomorrow.” Bucky could feel his muscles starting to cool off, so he nodded his head and prepared to start running again.

“Got it.” When he started, a small hand grasped his metal arm. The action took him by surprise. No one was brave enough to look at him, let alone touch him. It borderline irritated him.

He roughly pulled his arm away, and gave her an up and down glance.

“The name is Kim.”

A piece of his dark hair fell into his face, and he quickly pushed it back behind his ear. Bucky was sure his eyes were flared with irritation, but she didn’t seem to budge.

He said nothing else, instead choosing to continue running.

Him and Sam took off the next day in a jet. Apparently the agent was in New Orleans.

Bucky had never been. Well at least from what he remembers.

Fury gave them a vague description before they left and that's all they had to go off of. The encounter with Fury’s assistant kept replaying the back of his mind. Something felt off about it. He knew how to read body language and her’s screamed “set up”. The two of them walked through a doorless frame into a small, swanky bar. Some form of alternative music played from above them and the place itself seemed a bit busy. Sam led the two of them deeper into the bar, and sat at the bar to their left.

Bucky’s searching eyes caught onto a figure standing in front of a dart board, sinking dart after dart. Her shoulders were stiff, but her arm threw each dart loosely and with precision.

Bucky nudged Sam with his elbow after he was done talking to the bartender. Sam followed Bucky’s eyes and nodded.

That was her. The description matched exactly what Fury told them. There was a pit in the bottom of his stomach. Something telling him this whole thing was off.

Sam stood and walked in her direction, Bucky following him quickly.

~

You knew the exact moment the two of them walked through the door. The first screamed “Fury” with his walk and wandering eyes. He was the one you believed to have taken over for Rogers and man, did he look the part.

Nothing Fury said could have prepared you for what you saw next.

It was him. You turned quickly before either of them noticed. Those eyes had haunted you for many years. The same eyes that killed people you loved were now glued to your back.

You hadn’t felt this nervous in many years. The nerves made you want to run, something that you were normally against.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” Your ears hadn’t heard them approach, but when you turned, the breath was knocked from your lungs. You tried to hide your emotions and you were hopefully succeeding so far.

You couldn’t help but stare at him, you’d lived too long to care.

“Yeah, Fury’s men I’m guessing?” Your voice was strong, thankfully. It would take some getting used to, but for now, you’d have to look at the man you hunted for years.

“That’d be us. Sam, Bucky. He said you’d have some information.” The nod of your head made Bucky sigh in relief. He watched as your calculated eyes threw your final dart and landed a bullseye. With a motion of your fingers, you walked over to an empty booth.

“Fury said you're dealing with the Matteo’s?” Once those words left your mouth, you noticed three men sit down at the bar and begin laughing together.

Fuck.

They had been followed, and by the exact people in question.

“Yeah, almost had them a couple days ago. Slipped out right from under us.” Bucky was the one to talk this time. His voice was so much different than you had expected. It was soft, but with a sharpness to it.

“No you didn’t.” The words caught Sam off guard almost causing Bucky to chuckle.

“What?” Your eyes caught Bucky’s cerulean ones and it caused you to flinch away immediately. They flew to the men sitting at the bar, the ringleader watching your every move. You knew this wasn’t going to be pretty.

“No, you didn’t almost have them. Otherwise, three of them wouldn’t be sitting twenty feet away from us,” Bucky’s eyes flew open and hesitated before taking a glance back there.

Son of a bitch.

“So boys, you want to continue this party here or outside?” The two of them both watched your face, stunned. You continued in a whisper. “There’s an alleyway right next to us. Follow me.”

Moving your body from the booth, you stand and walk towards the back of the bar and towards the restrooms.

They followed from a distance and watched as you pulled a set of keys from your pocket. The large iron door at the end of the hallway gave way once you unlocked it.

Bucky watched your lithe frame move quickly and suddenly something came to his mind.

He’s seen that walk before.

The thought knocked the breath out of him almost as hard as the punch that landed on his kidney. He turned quickly, seeing the large man behind him. Almost just as quickly, a bullet landed in between his eyes. Bucky’s eyes whipped to where it came from, seeing your right arm holding out a smoking gun. A silencer was screwed on the end and the look in your eyes watched the door where any of the other men could’ve come through.

“Let’s go.”

Bucky’s eyes wandered to yours and then Sam’s, realizing this trip just took a dark turn.

You led them to the alley and noticed your black Audi sitting by itself.

“Who has better aim?” Bucky and Sam looked back and forth before you interrupted them.

“You, back seat.” You motioned to Bucky and he nodded. You knew he was a great shot based off of the almost fatal scar on your chest.

The three of you piled into the car and you’d just gotten the ignition started when you started hearing the familiar sound of gunshots pounding into your windshield.

“Fuck.” The other two men from the bar were standing in front of the alley, pistols pointed in your direction.

“Pull down the left side of my back seat. Pick something and get started on them while I get us out.” You spoke to Bucky through the rearview mirror. He nodded obediently and got to it. You couldn’t force yourself to say his name.

Bucky pulled out the backseat, suddenly a whole showcase of weapons was presented to him. He quickly grabbed a M-15 and opened the door.

With two quick shots, both of the targets were taken out and you felt nauseous.

You never thought you’d be killing enemies with the monster who took your best friend's lives.

[imagine-avenger-imagines]

Amsterdam Bucky Barnes x Reader One-Shot

Amsterdam 

+=Bucky Barnes x Reader One-Shot=+

Words: 2K

Warnings: None

Summary: Y/N follows her best friend on a date, only to find part of the past that shouldn't have come face to face with so soon.

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“Would I look desperate if I showed up early?” Without much hesitation, you answer your best friend. The worried look on her face was very apparent, even through the full face of makeup she had on.

“Yep.” Your lips formed to pop the ‘p’. For about two hours now, the two of you were getting her ready for a date with a guy she met at a ‘coffee shop’. Sounded too Hollywood for you, but you went with it anyway. She said he was tall, blonde, and gorgeous. You know, everything any woman wants in a hot stranger buying coffee.

“You’ll be there?” You nodded while throwing a handful of M&M’s in your mouth. You turned away from the bathroom mirror and crossed your arms across your chest. Truthfully, you didn’t trust any man you met. Let alone with your best friend. It had been a while since she had dated around, just recently getting out of a long term relationship. One that ended with her dickhead of a boyfriend breaking up with her because “he wasn’t feeling it anymore.”.

Let’s just say he was feeling something after you got done with him.

“I’m nervous! Y/N, you’re gonna shit your pants whenever you see him. I literally couldn’t make this up. He looked familiar though.” Your face twisted up in confusion.

“How the hell does he look familiar? You said you’d never seen a guy like this before.” Her bouncy blonde hair moved as she shrugged, and went back to doing her eyeliner.

“You’ll see what I’m talking about when we get there. We gotta go!” Her quick glance down to her phone caused more creases in her forehead and she finished up quickly.

The both of you took your car in case they went somewhere after. The whole ride over, the two of you listened to her favorite music, maybe to keep her nerves calm you didn't know. All you knew was that you couldn't wait for it to end.

“You go in first, I’ll meet you in there.” She nodded before swallowing and gathering her things. 

“Stop worrying! You look beautiful and he’s gonna be so mesmerized by you, he won’t know what to say!” Her giggle rang out and she nodded.

“Thanks Y/N.” The door closed behind her and she flitted in like a little fairy.

You checked your phone in case something from work had come up. You had a mission tomorrow and you were dreading it. You were dreading it because of who you were gonna be with for the entirety of the two months. You pictured his blue eyes and the way he constantly has that stupid smirk on his face.

The rumble of your car died once you pulled the key from the ignition. You stepped out and headed to the door of the restaurant.

Once you found a booth, you felt like you were already on a mission, scoping out the place. Your eyes spotted your best friend behind you and that’s when you noticed her date.

Shit.

The famous Steve Rogers sat across from her and your stomach dropped. If he’s here then-

“Y/N. You with blondie?” Your hair whipped around your face as you turned to face that stupid smirk.

“Barnes.” He chuckled before a waitress came to check on you. You both ordered a drink and waited until she walked away before continuing your conversation.

“Tsk,tsk,tsk. Now, no need to be so formal. Our mission doesn’t start until tomorrow.” You could hear your friend laugh from behind you and turn to see Steve looking at her with a huge smile on his face. At least he could be genuine.

“Unfortunately. What are you doing here?” Your defensive tone caught even yourself off guard and he clasped his hands together above the table, and motioned towards the table where the couple were.

“I believe we are both here for the same reason. To make sure our little, naive best friends don’t get screwed over.”

You couldn’t believe this. Familiar? It was Captain America. She was in so much trouble.

The waitress brought over your gin and tonic and Bucky’s beer, before giving him a giggle and leaving. You rolled your eyes and he scoffed.

“You know, Y/L/N, you have quite the attitude towards me. Why’s that?” He took a sip of his beer and you watched his Adam’s apple move up and down with the swallow.

Your attention focused back over at your friend, who had just received her food.

“Is it because of my shining personality? No. Good looks? Possibly.” The chuckle that came out of his mouth was like nails on a chalkboard.

“Will you shut up, Barnes? I’m trying to listen.” You shifted your body back towards the table and took a swig of your drink. You were beyond annoyed. You couldn’t believe the odds. Them of all guys.

“Or maybe it’s my undying wit? Oh I know. Is it about that night in Amsterdam?” This caused you to snap your attention back onto him.

If only looks could kill.

“Oh come on. I thoroughly enjoyed that night.” It took everything in you not to take him down right there and then, and you both knew you could.

“The dim lights, the breeze blowing into the room through the sheer curtains, the sound of soft music in the corner. I remember it all very vividly.” His big blue eyes were staring directly into yours, looking for any form of challenge. You both sat, staring straight at each other, daring the other to say anything.

“Can I get you another?” The small red headed waitress stood next to the wooden booth, looking at Bucky. His eyes tore from yours and landed on her.

“Actually, yes doll. We’ll both take another.”

“No thanks. I’m good.” The waitress looked back and forth between the both of you with confusion written all over her face.

Bucky stared back at you and pulled out a fifty out of his worn wallet. While still maintaining eye contact, he handed it to her.

“Keep both of them coming.” With a grin, she took it and stuffed it into the pocket on her apron.

“Anyway, what were we talking about? Oh yeah, Amsterdam.” He grinned and took the last swig of his beer. How dare he?

“Grow up, Barnes.” You finished the last bit of your drink and pulled your hair to the side.

“Never had time to.” He said it with almost remorse, his eyes dulling and falling to the table. Within seconds, his crappy smirk was back. With that, you stood and made your way to the bathroom. You just needed to get away from him, and luckily it was out of sight from your best friends table.

The door creaked as it flew open, banging against the closest stall and swinging back closed again. You walked over to the sink, looking at your reflection.

The truth was, you were completely in love with Bucky. At least you used to be. He never knew, but you’d been with him since the beginning. You witnessed the moment Steve laid eyes on Bucky that day on the highway. The way his eyes seemed so lost and confused. You witnessed every moment that it took for him to recover from what Hydra did to him. You were there every step of the way. Slowly falling in love with him with each fleeting moment.

Then Amsterdam happened, and he treated you like a typical one night stand. He never talked about it and simply avoided you for months now.

The door creaked behind you, and you could practically feel his presence.

Thunk.

He flipped the lock with a smooth movement of his bionic hand. You didn’t dare to look at him. You were the strongest person you knew. You’d been through almost the equivalent of Bucky and Natasha put together, but you knew if you looked at him you wouldn't be able to help it. You kept your eyes down towards the sink and waited for him to do something.

Step by step, you listened to him approach. One hand landed on your hip, the other grabbing the counter next to yours.

Don’t do it. You’ll regret it.

Against everything, you lifted your eyes to his in the mirror. They were soft and he lifted the side of his mouth in a small smile.

You both stood, staring at each other with such a depth that you were practically having a whole conversation. You couldn’t do this. He’d hurt you more than anybody ever had physically.

Neither of you dared to say anything.

You turned your body towards his, only just a couple breaths from his face. You felt his hands run up your arms, landing on either side of your face. He pushed your hair back behind your ears, and he ran his eyes all around your features.

“Y/N…” You shook your head, swallowing. You’d pictured this in your head a million times. Saying anything will cause you to fly back into the shell you’d put yourself in for months.

You felt his metal thumb run over your bottom lip, watching as it bounced back into place. You watched his eyes, the same ones you’d hated for months, that now all you could do was look at them with love.

His tongue licked his bottom lip, quickly making eye contact and then traveling back down to your mouth.

He quickly closed the space between you and your lips met. It took you all the way back to that night in Amsterdam. All of the feelings that you’d felt that night and all of the hurt after.

It was all too much. You couldn’t handle it.

With a hard shove, you pushed Bucky back. His eyes flew open, and confusion filled his now gray eyes.

“Y/N?” He attempted to grab you again but you blocked his hands.

“I can’t do this. Not knowing that you could do exactly the same thing you did last time. I cannot go through that again. I can’t, Buck. I just can’t.” With that, you flew back into the main area of the restaurant and outside, glancing at your friend on the way.

Your emotions were all over the place, and you hurriedly got into your car.

The next day, Bucky sat in a conference room in the Avengers Tower, waiting for you to show up. His steel eyes stared holes into the black conference table, waiting for any sign of your presence to come through the glass doors. His vibranium fingers tapped away on the manilla folder in front of him.

He realized he messed up the night that in Amsterdam after everything happened. He’d never felt that way towards someone after getting back to his own self. So when he realized what had actually happened, he didn’t know how to take it. So he backed off.

Then he had to go and mess everything up again yesterday.

The door opened and his hopeful eyes snapped to the door. Maria Hill walked through the door with another blonde agent.

“Barnes, Y/L/N isn’t able to complete this mission. So Agent Schulman will be replacing her.”

The realization of what Bucky had done flooded his thoughts and senses and he just simply nodded. He’d lost her again, and possibly for good this time.

[imagine-avenger-imagines]

Lifelong Masterlist

Summary: You had hunted him for years. Now you’re hunting together. 

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[imagine-avenger-imagines]

Lifelong (Prologue)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (Fem) Reader

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have a very long history. One he doesn’t remember and one you can’t forget.

Word Count: 700

Warnings: Nothing really. Profanity I guess. 

AN: Hey guys! This is gonna be a short story about an idea I’ve had for a while. I hope to update regularly. Otherwise, I’m super excited for this and I hope you enjoy!

Unknown Location, January 1992

The snow that fell around you was quiet. Your footsteps were the only thing that could be heard. 

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

The small, low lit cabin wasn’t far up ahead from you. You silently thanked yourself for heading west today instead of north. A huge snow storm was coming in from the north, which means no wildlife would be out. The few rabbits you held in your right fist dripped blood every couple of steps and your mind only wandered to if you were going back into town for supplies before the storm. 

That was until you approached your white blanketed cabin and noticed tracks in the snow. They were covered up for the most part, most likely being there for at least twenty minutes. That’s when the snow started to pick up. Whoever your voyer was made a mistake thinking it would be covered by the time you returned. You looked for any sign of life within your cabin or surrounding you. Whoever it was had eyes on you. You could feel it. You could also feel the pistol on your hip, hiding behind the multiple layers of flannel and wool. 

You trudged further towards the front door, knocking the snow off of your dark boots on the wooden step. As you stepped through the mahogany threshold, snow blew in with your arrival. The intruder was nowhere to be seen, but you kept an inconspicuous eye out for anybody. The rabbits landed with a thud on your small counter, and that's when you heard a crack behind you. Within seconds, you had your pistol whipped out and pointed it in the direction of the noise. 

The sight that greeted you immediately aggravated every fiber of your being. 

Nick Fury stood, not wearing his usual attire. His head was covered with a toboggan and he had a large wool coat covering his broad shoulders.

“I was expecting to be shot at. You getting slow in your old age?” You simply rolled your eyes, and laid the pistol flat against your counter top. A harsh breath released from your lungs and he chuckled. His tall frame took a seat at your kitchen table, putting his boot clad feet up on the chair opposite of him. 

Eventually, your aggravation got the best of you.

“What the fuck does Howard want from me now?” Your sharp tongue was directed towards him. His smirk slowly melted from his face and you laughed. 

“What? Did Stark finally retire?” Your head whipped back in the direction of the dead rabbits on the counter. The blood is now dripping down the edge of the counter and your amusement slowly faded back into irritation. 

“Well, he was planning to. Very soon in fact,” He pulled the thick toboggan from his head and threw it onto the kitchen table. Yep, you thought. Just make yourself at home. “That was until him and Maria were executed on the side of the road three weeks ago.” 

Suddenly every ounce of you felt hollow. Executed. The feeling of dread filled you entirely and suddenly your mouth was dry. Your eyes stayed planted to your sink, and your knuckles gripped the edge of the sink so hard that they matched the porcelain. 

“I know they meant a lot to you. I have been trying to get into contact with you since it happened.” 

Nothing he said was clear, what could’ve been tears clogged your ears and made everything sound blurred. Your head began to spin. 

Why?

“How’s Tony?” The words fly from your mouth before you’d even thought of the kid. 

“Don’t know. Haven’t seen him. Obadiah has taken over everything for now.” 

Suddenly the memories of how you and Howard met when you were both young and doe eyed. He had visions of creating the future and you just wanted to feel important.

“Is that all you’re here for?” Fury stood, grabbing his toboggan and shaking his head. “Didn’t think so. Let me get my shit.” With that, you headed towards your bedroom.