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I know I can't be the first person to point this out but I think a huge part of why my brain has latched on to WinterSoldier!Tech after eps 6-7, having previously been very 'let him be dead' is, well -
CX-2 even has the murder strut going on just before he tries to drown Crosshair. And his little pause when Crosshair stops moving (or struggling?) is... not dissimilar to the end of the final fight. (Which also ends with plummeting into water!)
#It's the Bucky Barnes girlie inside me what can I say#tbb spoilers#tbb#the bad batch spoilers#the bad batch#cx-tech#mcu
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Tattoo Artist! Bucky Barnes x Bookshop Owner!Reader
Summary: When Natasha begged you to come with her to get her new tattoo done, you didn't expect that her actual plan would be to set you up with a fine-as-hell tattoo artist.
Word count: 5.8k
Warnings: +18❗️smut, p in v sex, oral sex (r receiving), protected sex, dirty talk, strangers to lovers, Bucky is hot as fuck, shy and socially awkward reader, insecurities.
Author's note: sooo, it took me forever to write, but I finally finished it and I'm kind of proud of this one. Bucky with tattoos and a low bun? yup, I'm totally ready to do whatever he desires! I hope y'all will like it too. feel free to leave comments or fic ideas💘
“I’m going to be there almost for a whole day. I love those idiots, but I still need my best friend to cheer me up." Natasha threw her hand over your shoulders, trying to convince you to go with her on a tattoo session. It was not her first time, but now she wanted to get a much bigger one on her thigh, and, for some reason, she really wanted you to go with her, using the fact that it was your day off.
“Nat, you know that I hate going to such places. I’m socially awkward; what am I gonna do there for so long? I don’t even know those people.” You frowned, already feeling a bundle of nerves in your stomach.
You were what others may call boring, but you rarely went to unknown places or hung out with random people. You would rather stay with a book in your apartment and read for a whole day than get into such situations. Not to mention, that tattoo salon was full of men, and it made the whole situation even worse.
“But you’re going to be with me. They are the nice guys, I promise. You will sit with us in the room; we can talk, or you can read another book, while Barnes will do my tattoo. I just don’t want to die of boredom there. Please?” She pulled you even closer, and you knew that she wouldn’t let that go. So you had no other choice but to agree.
You didn’t know what you were thinking when you decided that wearing a light, flowy dress would be a good idea. Because now, following Nat out of her car to that tattoo studio, it felt too short, too open, and just too much. You tried to calm down, thinking to yourself that there was nothing serious; you were just going to wait in the corner, and other people probably wouldn’t even pay attention or talk to you. Natasha, with her boldness and openness, was always the center, and you were totally fine with that.
But you were so wrong.
As soon as you walked inside, four men stopped talking, turning around to face you and Nat, and you honestly thought that you were going to faint.
“Hey, guys. Hope you don’t mind that I brought my friend. So I do not have to listen to your boring asses complain all day." She teased, dragging you by the hand like a mom who tried to encourage her kid to talk. You were round-eyed, and a wave of heat washed over your body when you were face-to-face with a blonde and big guy. But before either of you could say or do something, a person who you didn’t recognise at first stepped in, pulling you into a hug.
“Isn’t it my favorite book girly ever? How are you doin’?” Sam’s enthusiasm and energy were always so refreshing to you, so when he quickly pulled away, instead wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pushing you further into a studio, you tried to stay calm and not freak out.
"I didn't know that you were working here. How’s Sarah?” You asked, looking up at him.
“Yup, for a few years. She is doing great, but AJ and Cass are a pain in the ass. They are growing too quickly, you know." He chuckled. “Now, say hi to those idiots.” He moved his head toward the men who were silently observing your interaction. “Tony, Steve, and Bucky.” Sam named them in order. Tony just nodded to you, Steve smiled with the friendliest smile you had ever seen, and Bucky...
Your head became empty as soon as your eyes landed on him for the first time. He was leaning on the wall at the back of the room, so you didn’t pay much attention to him at first. He was hot. Unbelievebly hot. He was tall and muscular, with a low bun at the back of his head and tattoos covering the visible parts of his arms and neck. And as your gaze moved to his face, you almost choked on a fucking breath.
Piercing blue eyes looked right directly at you, and the slightest smirk curled the corner of his lips. You didn’t know whether you felt too cold, too hot, or if you just wanted to vanish right on the spot. Your face heated, your eyes started running around the room, and your heart was beating a few times faster. It was overwhelming, and you thought that you would have to go out of there, but right on time, Natasha stepped in front of you, dragging all attention to herself.
Bucky had to admit that once in his life, Sam was right. Sam tried to convince Bucky to go to that book shop for a few months, saying that he had to meet with the girl who worked there, but he was way too stubborn.
He would have done it a long time ago if he knew you would look like the most precious, cute, and sweet person. Bucky could not take his gaze away from you as soon as Natasha dragged you inside, absorbing everything—from the way you looked so soft and pretty in that dress to the way you blushed and were nervous about the whole thing.
He saw your reaction—how you became even more flushed after your intense stares at each other. Bucky was never the type of guy who liked to tease you, but Goddammit, he wanted to see how you would react if he stepped closer and talked to you. He also wasn’t creepy towards women, but the only thought that came to his mind was that he wanted to taste you. The desire to shove your back into the wall, lift up the skirt of your dress, and fall to his knees was shocking; he had never felt such an instant pull toward another person.
“Barnes, are we going to start, or you’re planning on standing and staring for a whole day?” Natasha crossed her arms over her chest as if she were annoyed, but you thought that you heard something weird in her voice, as if she held back a smile.
And then she quickly looked back at Sam and nodded with a smirk.
You just followed Nat and Bucky to his own part of the studio. Too lost in your head because of your friend’s weird behavior, you sat down on the sofa in the corner, and the next thing you noticed was the tall figure leaning above you. You probably got carried away to much because now there was a cup of tea standing in front of you on the table.
You looked up, only to meet those pretty blue eyes again. Bucky looked down at you with the same smirk on his lips, and you could barely form a normal thought in your head.
“Hope you don’t mind a hot tea, princess?” Yup, you were dead. Of course, he had to have the sexiest voice you have ever heard in your life. It was not enough for him to be charming or look like a fucking sin—he also had to sound hot.
“Thank you.” You almost whispered.
Bucky gave you another mysterious smile before going back to his place, where Nat was already without her pants and ready to start.
You and Nat were talking for the next few hours—well, she was mostly talking about a girl named Maria that she met not so long ago, and you were nodding, listening, and sipping your tea. That way, you almost forgot about Bucky sitting in the room with you because he was too focused on his job and didn’t even look away from the tattoo.
To be honest, you accidentally looked at him one or two times because it was hard not to notice a few curls slipping out of his bun, or the way his tattooed and veiny arms seemed so sexy, or that perfect face profile... Fuck. But everything was good until Nat suddenly asked him to stop for a few minutes.
“I really need to pee, Barnes.” She quickly jumped out of her place, winking at you as she walked away.
“Natasha…” You hissed at her when she left you and Bucky alone in the room, your insides already shivering with nerves. She was fucking doing it on purpose. You were sure that everything here was her plan to set you up with Bucky because she had never left you anywhere alone, knowing your nervousness.
“Are you afraid to stay with me alone?” Bucky chuckled, stretching his neck from an uncomfortable position. Your cheeks heated, and you unconsciously started scratching the surface of your phone case. He was charming. He obviously knew that, judging by the way he acted to tease you. When his question was left without an answer, he just shook his head, smiling to himself. “I didn’t know that Nat was dating girls.”
Bucky was desperately trying to make you talk. He saw how you looked at your friend when she left you alone with him, and knowing Nat, she would not have done it if you were truly afraid of him. So he was hoping that you were just too shy to talk to him and that he could make something out of it.
“Mhm. What, you hoped to have a chance with her?” You finally looked up, and you couldn’t hide the disappointment in your voice. Of course, Bucky was just trying to hit on your friend. Everyone tried. And you knew that she was so pretty and an amazing person, really, but you just wanted to experience it yourself at least once.
“With Nat?” Bucky almost laughed, genuinely taken aback by your response. “Nah, she’s cool, but not my type.”
“And who is your type?” You asked before you could even think about it.
"You know, those cute and shy girls who can barely talk to anyone and easily blush or get nervous." You froze in your place, and you swore that the blood in your veins had done the same. Your eyes widened in shock, looking at the proudly smirking Bucky. Did he really mean that, or was it just a stupid joke?
Natasha came into the room, curiously looking between you two, but you just stayed silent and looked away again, staying even quieter until the end of the session.
“Why did you do that?” You frowned, looking away from Nat and crossing your arms over your chest. As soon as she was done, you almost ran out of that place, the mixture of weird feelings bubbling inside of you, and you were too frustrated to even talk to someone there.
“Did what?” Your head snapped back at her innocent, unbothered voice. She rolled her eyes, not looking away from the road. “I did that because I love you.”
“And I love you too, but I hate that you and Sam put me in this position!”
“I’m sorry if we made you uncomfortable. Don’t be mad at what I’m about to say, but I know that you feel lonely and that you want to have someone or to date someone. I understand your anxiety; I really do, but I wanted to help you.” Her voice sounded so genuine, and even if you were mad, you knew that Nat had always tried to do what was best for you. “Bucky is a good guy. He’s attractive, he’s kind, he’s funny, and he's definitely not a player. I just wanted you to meet him, and from what I saw, there was a sparkle between you.”
You didn’t say anything to that, because she was totally right. Even if you had never said that out loud, you wanted someone to like you. Was it that much to ask? It was just hard to believe that someone as attractive as Bucky, who could easily get a good handful of women whenever he wanted to, had actually flirted with you.
The next day, when you finally returned to your favorite place in the world, it was crazy. For some reason, too many people came to the bookshop, and almost everyone needed your advice or help. You were running around the shelves, putting the books in their places, receiving the payment, and then welcoming new customers. So when, at 9 p.m., you put the sign ‘closed’ on the door, you felt the relief that the day was almost over.
You still had a lot to do, though. Taking the pile of books from the front table, you went to the back room, where you stored some of them. Suddenly, you heard the bell ringing and heavy footsteps on the wooden floor.
“I’m sorry, but we are already closed. Please come tomor—” You forgot what you wanted to say when you looked out of the room into the main part of the store and saw the last person you ever expected.
“Hey, princess.” Bucky put his hands into the front pockets, which made him seem even bigger, and smiled at you in a way that made your knees weak. He looked similar to what you saw yesterday—a low bun, black jeans, and a shirt that revealed some of his tattoos. God, his tattoos made you imagine things that were too inappropriate to say out loud. “Sorry that I came so late, but I just got off work, and I really wanted to see the place Sam has been bugging me about for weeks.” He noticed how you were looking at him again, but he decided not to tease you about it.
“Um, hi.” You dusted off your hands and fixed the bottom part of your dress to make sure that everything was in it’s place. Bucky couldn’t help but follow your hands, staring at the way the hem of your dress moved around your thighs. “Do you need something? Like a book? Or you came just to get rid of Sam?”
“Yeah, maybe a fantasy book or something like that.”
“I can show you where we have it, but I, um, need to finish the work here, so it would be great if you'd find a book that you like by yourself. Is that okay?” His stare was intense, and you really didn’t know what to do with this. Was he always like that with women? But Nat said that he wasn’t a player, and you trusted her more than yourself.
“Totally.” You nodded, calmed down your nerves as much as you could to not embarrass yourself in front of him, and you showed the way to the shelves at the back of the shop.
“Take as much time as you need; I’ll go... there.” You pointed behind you to the piles of books, and Bucky chuckled at the way you were nervous around him. That was so fucking cute that he wanted to just scoop you up in his arms and make you blush again and again.
Almost ten minutes later, you showed up again with a few books in your hands that were from the fantasy section, and as much as you wanted to escape Bucky, you also wanted to finish your job. He just quickly looked at you, too interested in the book in his hands, but didn’t say anything.
You tried to reach the highest shelf to put the book in it’s place, but it was too far away. Usually you used a small ladder, but it was somewhere else now, and you just tried to do it standing on the tiptoes.
“Let me do it, princess.” Bucky chuckled, closing his book and putting it down, and reached out to help you.
“No!”
“You won’t reach it. Just give it to me.” He placed his hand on your back, stretching the other one.
“I can do it myself!”
You couldn’t. Because the next thing you know, the book slipped out of your hand when you tried to make more distance between you and Bucky, and you also lost control of the ones you held near your chest. Everything fell onto the floor with a loud ‘boom’ and you prayed that nothing got damaged.
Your head snapped back to say to Bucky that it was his fault, but he was already looking down at you, and you immediately forgot about everything. Only then did you realize that he was so close to you; his hand was holding your waist, and your back was almost pressed against his hard chest.
“Sorry.” He didn’t know what he was sorry for. That he distracted you and made you drop everything, or for what he did next. After his eyes quickly looked at your plump lips, his right hand fell onto your cheek, and he kissed you.
Your instant thought was to push him away, run, and hide in the storage room, but the firm hand on your face and waist made it impossible to move. Bucky almost devoured your mouth and completely controlled you, and you could barely keep up with the rhythm of the kiss.
He was good at it.
No one ever kissed you as if it were the best thing they'd ever tried, but Bucky just couldn’t stop. He spined your body, so you were not in that awkward and uncomfortable position anymore. Now that you were standing chest to chest, your back got pressed into the shelves, and Bucky was towering over you. It felt unknown but so right at the same time. Your experience in this area was really poor, but the adrenalin in your blood made you a little bit more sure of yourself.
“You’re doing something to me.” He breathed into the kiss, and you just whined without realizing it. He connected your lips again, tightening his hands on your waste and, that way, pulling you even closer. You had no idea where to put your hands, but your body seemed to work on autopilot, so they landed on his chest.
You felt something hard on the lower part of your belly, and the thought that Bucky had become hard solely because of the kiss nearly drove you insane. Hot, handsome, and charming men had never kissed you as if you were their last meal, teasing you with their bulge in the middle of your shop.
God, he must be big.
Your heart started beating so fast that you heard it in your ears. Was it the right thing to do? What should you do or say after that? Did he think that you kissed badly?
“I can almost hear the thoughts in your head. Why are you worrying? You don’t like or want it? Just say, and I’ll step away.” You licked your lips, as if you tried to taste him again. You felt how your face heated again from being so close to Bucky. He didn’t sound or look as if he were judging you, and it made you feel safe enough to tell what was going on in your head.
“I just—I'm not really familiar with it. I barely know you, and you just kissed me, and I am at a loss for what to do." You said, nervously playing with the material of his shirt. Bucky's hand cupped your cheek, making you look at him. It surprised you that he didn’t try to do anything to push you, like many other men who just think with their dicks. Your stomach tightened from the way he stared at your face.
"I understand and that’s okay if you feel a little bit scared. I’m not pushing you and you can say no to me. I really came here just to talk to you, but I cannot think of anything else but you. Can I kiss you, princess?” Your eyes closed when you felt his breath on your lips again. You couldn’t deny that you wanted it too, so you just slightly nodded to his question.
Bucky kissed you deeper and slower, allowing you to follow him. He stroked your cheek gently as his tongue slid into your mouth, causing you to moan. You swore that he smiled at your reaction, and it encouraged him to push his other hand from your waist to your thighs.
Your skin started tingling when you felt it going under your skirt. Tattooed fingers traced the soft lines on your legs until they reached your underwear. Only then did you realise that you were getting wet. This whole time, it was not just nerves; oh no, your body actually just craved that man in front of you and now you could do nothing to hide it. In your last attempt, you tried to push your legs together, but you made it worse when Bucky’s hand slipped higher and touched the wet spot.
“Holy fuck.” He growled, ending the kiss and looking down, where his hand stayed under your clothes. “You are not so innocent, huh?”
“Shy and innocent are two completely different things, Bucky.”
“Right.” Biting his lip, he looked up at you again with darkened eyes, and you felt his hand pressing onto your dressed core more firmly. “Can I taste you?"
Your eyes widen in shock. You were not a complete virgin, but unfortunately, you had never experienced that before. “My sexual life is actually really, and I mean really, meager, and no one ever asked me to do it.” You whispered, almost in embarrassment.
“So you’re telling me that no one asked to eat you out, princess? Well, that’s a shame. I bet your pussy is as sweet as you are.” He ran his nose across your cheek, enjoying your delicate skin and the light scent of your perfume, until he reached the sensitive part of your neck. “Your scent drives me crazy... You’re so sensitive, God. When was the last time you were with someone?” You tried to act normal and not shiever, but when Bucky’s finger was running up and down the soft cotton of your panties, it was nearly impossible to do.
“I don’t know. I did it just a few times, and I don’t date. Guys are not really interested in me.”
“Loosers.”
“Bucky.” You moaned his name when he suddenly fell to his knees. That view was so surreal for you. He seemed desperate to touch and taste you, to please you, even though he was painfully hard in his jeans. But he did not go too far because he was waiting for your response. “What if someone walks in?”
“There is a sign on the door. Are there many people who go to bookshops at that time?” Bucky took your left leg, slowly putting it on his shoulder. Your eyes followed every move with curiosity and a hint of worry when he turned his head to softly kiss your thigh.
“Okay.”
Bucky took your leg off his shoulder but only to slide his hands under your dress and take off your underwear. He did not break eye contact when he helped you step out of it and then put them in his jeans pocket. With a quick motion, your leg returned to it’s place near his face and you blushed, realising how close he was.
With his right hand on your thigh and the left one slowly creeping up your other leg, Bucky started leaving kisses higher and higher, until he finally reached your pulled-up dress. When his head suddenly lowered and you felt the first touch of his tongue, you almost died.
Up until that moment, you didn’t even realize how tense your body was, but that first lick sent a hot wave over you and you could not hold back a whine. You just became a fucking puddle under his touch.
Bucky was not much better than you. He gripped your thigh harder, as if he wanted you to be even closer, and moaned when your taste blossomed on his tongue. He knew that he was addicted now and that he could spend hours in between your legs. His tongue slipped across your folds, collecting your juice, and then circled around your sensitive clit.
“Fuck, princess. You’re s’ sweet.”
"Bucky—oh my god, please!” You didn’t know what you were begging for, but that tight knot in your stomach was becoming almost too painful, and you felt tears forming in your eyes. As if Bucky had already understood your body better, he put two fingers of his left hand at your entrance, slightly pushing in just the tips.
You moaned again, your hand moving on it’s own and grabbing Bucky’s hair in despair. He slowly slipped inside, letting you adjust while still not stopping the movements of his tongue. You felt so fucking tight and wet around his fingers and his cock painfully twiched in his jeans. He started pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, and if you weren’t so far up in your head, you would’ve been embarrassed by the noises coming out of you.
The combination of his thick digits and tongue pushed you into your first orgasm. Your back arched, and your legs unconsciously tried to close, but Bucky did not let that happen, gripping your thigh tighter and holding you in place.
“Cum for me, pretty girl. C'mon, don’t be shy.” He encouraged you and that was everything you needed.
You had no idea what happened next because your body felt like it was floating and your head fell back with a moan of Bucky's name. He let you go through it, slowing his pace and pulling out his fingers. As much as he didn’t want to stop, he knew that it was enough for you for the first time.
You felt how Bucky jently lowered your leg and then, holding you by the waist, stood up and shamelessly licked his shiny lips. “I can’t believe you actually just did that. No one has ever given me an orgasm.”
“Princess… You’re unbelievable.” He got closer to you, nuzzling into your neck and breathing in your scent. You could feel hardness in his pants, and while Bucky did not try to push it any further, the desire within you made you bold.
“Do you have a condom?” Bucky immediately pulled away from you, his eyes darker than before and his hands tightening on your waist. You bit your lip and lowered your gaze, as if you said something wrong.
"No, no, no, you can’t get shy after you just asked me this. Eyes on me, princess. Do you really want it?"
“I do.”
Bucky connected your lips, distracting you from unnecessary thoughts, and you felt two hands on the back sides of your thighs. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist, as if your body knew what to do better than you. You both moaned when his bulge met with your dripping core; Bucky’s grip tightened and he slightly moved your hips.
Firmly holding you in his hands, Bucky stepped away from the shelves and went to the table that was standing nearby. He blindly moved aside some books there, dropping a few on the floor and receiving a groan from you. He put you on the flat surface, not moving away from between your legs.
Your hands finally felt more confident to study his tattooed skin. You never realised that you were into people with tattoos, but now, looking at the variety of things covering his tanned skin, your belly tightened with anticipation. Your hands slowly reached his neck, slightly pulling him closer.
“You didn’t answer my question. Do you have it?” Instead of replying to you, Bucky, not breaking eye contact, reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet. He opened it, taking the shiny square that was sticking out of there.
Your eyes shot up at him, meeting his half-hooded and full-of-lust eyes. Bucky looked right back at you, mesmerized by your beauty—by the way your cheeks heated and your lips were slightly swollen. He quickly unbuttoned his pants, sliding them with boxers down his legs, until his hard as rock cock was free with pre-cum leaking from the tip.
“If you’re going to look at me like that, then I might cum like a teenager before everything starts, princess.” Bucky growled, squeezing your thigh in his hand. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, then looked at his face again. You didn’t want to stare at his cock, but holy shit, it was better and bigger than everything you’ve seen before. You wondered what it would taste like, and that one thought made you clench around nothing.
With a quick, smooth motion, Bucky opened the package with his teeth, sliding the condom down his shaft. His hand moved you closer to the edge of the table, so now your faces were just a few centimeters away and you could feel his cock through the fabric of your dress.
“Be a good girl and hold it here for me.” Bucky folded your dress on your stomach, guiding your hand there, so he had better access to your sweet pussy. He had to see how he was disappearing inside of you with his own fucking eyes.
“Bucky…” You whined because of the way you were exposed to him, but you still did what he said. With wide eyes, you looked at how he moved even closer to you, slightly brushing your folds with the tip. Your free arm gripped his tattooed forearm, digging in your nails.
“So wet for me, so pretty... God, princess. I won’t be able to keep my hands from you. Say you want this. I need to hear it.” He palmed the side of your face, making you look up at him, and held himself at your entrance at the same time.
“I want it. Please.” You whispered, your eyes running back and forth between his pretty blues.
When he finally started slowly pushing into you, your mouth opened with a silent moan, and your eyes almost crossed with the way your whole body got covered with goosebumps. Bucky could not tear his eyes away from the place you two were connected. He felt every movement of your body and felt how your pussy almost sucked him inside.
He knew that you would feel good, but he did not realize that it would feel like the most correct thing in his life.
Bucky finally bottomed into you, stretching you the way you had never been before. You both thought that you could cum in that exact second, but you also both wanted to extend this moment as much as you could.
“Princess…” That sounded so desperate when Bucky finally started moving his hips, dragging his cock out and then pushing right back in. "Fuck, I need to kiss you. You feel like a fuckin’ heaven, holy shit.” Not stopping sliding into you at a steady pace, he dragged your face closer, as if his life were depending on it. Bucky greedily bit and sucked your bottom lip, swallowing every moan and whine you let out.
“Mh— I can’t— oh, Bucky!” You cried, trying to hide your face in the crook of his neck.
He pulled you back away from his body, holding you that way so he had a better view of your face and body. He felt the way your thighs tried to squeeze together, your face started to heat and you tried to look away.
“Don’t you dare become shy when I’m balls deep in you, princess.” He slowed his movements and teased you until you almost begged him to fuck you properly again. “You need to cum, huh? Show me those pretty eyes; don’t hide from me, c’mon.” You looked up, almost whining from the way he was looking at you. Pupils blown out, eyes slightly narrowed, and running around your face with interest and desire. “Do you need something? Speak up, sweet girl.”
“I want to cum. Let me, please.”
“Good fucking girl.”
Bucky started fucking you with a new forse; the table under you was squeaking with every move, making the whole scene even dirtier. You could not care about embarrassment anymore, moaning Bucky name and begging him to be harder.
You both felt how close you were.
Your hand, with your skirt in it, tightened around the fabric, your spread legs were trembling and you started uncontrollably squeezing Bucky’s cock inside of you. His dirty words made your vision foggy with satisfaction and the way he didn’t stop hitting your sweet spot was enough for you to go crazy with an overwhelming orgasm.
“Bucky! Bucky, oh my— fuuuck!” You cried in pleasure, feeling a few more thrusts of his throbbing cock, until he finally slowed down and emptied himself in the condom. Your body fell forward right into Bucky’s chest, too tired to even sit straight. He wrapped his hands around you, slowly stroking your back and kissing your temple.
“You are fucking amazing, princess.” He mumbled into your hair and you just hummed in response. After a few quiet minutes, when your head started to clear up and the whole weight of this situation fell on you, you finally pulled away, hiding your eyes from him again. “What? What’s wrong?”
“I just… I don’t know what we are supposed to do in this situation; I mean— it was just sex for you, right?” You asked, focusing on one particular tattoo on Bucky’s neck to not show how nervous you were.
Bucky didn’t answer for a few seconds, but you felt the weight of his eyes on you. Then he lifted your face with one of his hands and softly smiled at you. “If it meant nothing for me, I would’ve already been on my way home. I want you. I wanted you from the moment I saw you and I won’t be satisfied until you let me take you out. Are you free tomorrow evening, sweetheart?” He cooed, playfully tilting his head to the side. That man and his charm would be the death of you…
“Um, okay. I’m free, if you’re not kidding.”
“Not in the slightest. Now get dressed. I'm taking you home.” He pecked your lips before slowly pulling out of you and getting rid of the condom. You slowly jumped from the table, legs trembling from two mind-blowing orgasms, not missing how Bucky’s smirked at you.
“You don’t have to take me home, Bucky.” You fixed your dress and hair as much as you could without a mirror and then picked up the books from the floor that were forgotten during your makeout session.
“Well, I didn’t see a car near the shop, so I assume you’re walking home. And it’s dark.” He walked behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist and burying his face into your neck. “I don’t like this idea. I’m driving you home, princess.”
“Fine. You won.” You playfully made an annoyed voice to what Bucky just chuckled and held you even closer.
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Could you write a CG Bucky reassuring a little trans masc reader with his dysphoria?
Stormy
Bucky Barnes x Little!Reader (He/Him Pronouns Used)
Warnings - Talks of gender dysphoria, talks about feeling "girly" (Very brief), talks about feeling "Stormy" aka anxious or weighed down, use of "Daddy"
Notes - This is short, but hopefully sweet! I'm not sure if I did this subject justice, but I hope you enjoy it bubbie!
SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and with this blog, SFW.
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Bucky knew something was wrong with his baby since he woke up, moping around the house with a frown and not being excited about his favorite meal for lunch was not like Y/n. "What's wrong, baby?" Bucky asked, standing in the doorway of Y/n's playroom as he sat in the middle staring off into space.
"Nofin." Y/n said with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Is lying okay?" Bucky asked, crossing his arms and nodding his head when Y/n shook his. "Right, so tell me the truth." Buck began walking towards Y/n sitting down on the small carpet, Y/n's hands fiddling with the fibers.
"Jus' feel weird today, 'dat's all." Y/n admitted, eyes not meeting with Buck's.
"Gonna need more information, baby boy." Bucky prodded, Y/n looking to him with a frustrated stare.
"Jus' feel stormy." Another shrug.
"And why's that?" Bucky asked, shuffling himself and Y/n around so he could sit in his lap, placing a soft kiss on his forehead as he moved.
"I feel girly." Y/n said with a shaky voice. "I don' know why, jus' do." A few tears fell down his cheeks but Bucky quickly wiped them away.
"What can I do to help?" Bucky asked, his hands rubbing circles on Y/n's back, hoping that his touch would provide some sort of comfort.
"I don' know, Daddy." Y/n said, fingers playing with Bucky's hair, a habit Y/n often did. "Can we jus' maybe play?"
"What do you want to play?" Bucky asked, looking around the unusually clean playroom, blocks in one bin, cars, dinosaurs, animals, and much more in others. "Or would you rather watch a movie?" Bucky knew getting Y/n distracted would help lessen his anxiety before tackling his big emotions.
"Can we play dinos?" Y/n asked, his voice quiet as he shuffled to view the dinosaur bucket filled to the brim. Bucky may have gone a little overboard when stocking his Baby's playroom.
"Of course, Baby." Bucky smiled, hoping that playing dinos would maybe help Y/n get his spark of happiness back.
Playing lasted a few hours before Y/n's tummy began to rumble, a clear sign dinner was up next on the schedule. "Why don't we have dino nuggets for dinner?" Bucky asked, the heaviness in his chest lightning when Y/n began to jump up and down at the thought. "Okay, let's go get it ready." He led Y/n down to the kitchen, sitting him at the table as Bucky began to get this sorted. "How are you feeling now, Baby?" Bucky asked, hoping that their hours of playing helped Y/n feel a little lighter.
"I still feel stormy, better, but stormy." Y/n pouted, fiddling with his fingers as he watched Bucky flit around the kitchen.
"And what do we say about storms, Baby boy?" Bucky asked, taking a break from preparing dinner, sincerely looking at Y/n, waiting for him to answer.
"Storms happen, and we need to talk about them so they don' linger." Bucky smiled. "I don' want it to linger."
"Me neither, Baby. What made you feel stormy today?" Bucky asked.
"I jus' felt girly, an' I don' know. I jus' din't feel right inside." Y/n explained, Bucky knowing he meant he felt dysphoric, although that word was not in Y/n's vocabulary right now. Hence why he created the "stormy" metaphor.
"What can I do to make your storm go away, Baby boy?" Bucky asked, now crouching by Y/n's chair, his hand once again rubbing comforting circles on Y/n's back.
"I like when you call me Baby Boy." Y/n whispered. "An' I liked that you played with me." He added. "I think, can we jus' cuddle on the couch and watch a movie after dinner?" Y/n asked, hoping a little more Daddy cuddle time would settle the stormy feeling that seemed to linger.
"Of course we can." Bucky smiled, giving him a kiss on the forehead before standing. "Why don't you go pick out a movie and we can eat dinner in the living room?" Bucky suggested, making Y/n's eyes go wide. He never let him eat in the living room! "Go quickly before I change my mind." Bucky teased.
After picking out a dinosaur movie and snuggling up to Bucky, Y/n felt settled. And while the stormy feeling seemed to linger, he could feel it floating away quickly, happy to feel safe and loved in Bucky's arms.
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Bucky Barnes x Daughter!reader
Word Count: 910
Requested By: @youre-amazing-say-it
Hey girly! Not sure if I requested yet or not lol but can you write a piece of Barnes daughter reader locking her self in her room for a couple of days from depression and anxiety, and Barnes helping her out?
A/N: This takes place after tfatws and they live at the Wilson house in NOLA
Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and depression
Bucky hadn’t seen you come out of your room for three days. He wouldn’t have known you were still in there if it hadn’t been for the occasional bumps and thuds coming from inside. At first, he could tell there was something going on but he expected it to pass over and you’d be back to your normal self. He left breakfast, lunch, and dinner outside your door and when he would check in thirty minutes, the dishes were gone.
He had tried several times to talk to you but you never responded. He could hear you in there but you didn’t talk to him. It was approaching the fourth day and normally Sam stayed out of your business but even he was getting worried.
“Is she alive in there?” Sam asked.
“Yes,” Bucky snapped, “She’s just going through something.”
“Have you talked to her yet?”
Bucky glared over at Sam, “My daughter has locked herself in her room and you think I haven’t tried to talk to her? Of course I’ve tried but she won’t answer.”
Sam shrugged, “You just gotta go in there and talk. It’s the only way to help Buck. I know you don’t need me to tell you that.”
Bucky sighed. Sam was right but he didn’t want to say it. He didn’t like pushing you but it was the only way and he knew that.
Bucky got up from where he was sitting and went to your door. He knocked once and like always, there was no answer, “Y/n you have five seconds to open the door and talk to me or I can come in myself,” he waited but no response, “Please Y/n. Let me in and talk to me.”
Even as you were curled up in bed, hiding under the covers, you could hear the worry in your dad’s voice. He would keep to his word if you didn’t let him in so you did, “Fine,” you said, loud enough for him to hear.
Bucky opened the door and walked inside, shutting it close. He walked over to your bed as you rolled over and faced him. He sat down next to you and laid down.
“What?” you asked.
“I don’t know,” he said back, glancing at you, “Just want to know what’s going on with you.”
“It’s nothing,” you said, sitting up and leaning against your pillows, “I’m okay.”
“Really?” your dad asked, sitting up and copying your pose, “Because people don’t normally lock themselves in a room for four days when nothing is happening.”
You sighed and looked down at your hands, knowing that if you looked at your dad, you would start to cry. You don’t like holding in feelings but you were starting to lose it.
“You can tell me,” Bucky encouraged, “I just want to help you.”
You couldn’t hold in the few tears that rolled down your cheeks and the few sniffles that left your mouth. It was all the confirmation to your dad that you need comfort right now and not a pep talk.
He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his side. He didn’t care that your crying had picked up and you were sobbing now. He let you bury your face in his neck and cry until you couldn’t anymore. The walls in the Wilson house were thin and knowing you, you’ve been holding on these tears for a while so no one heard you.
“It’s just so hard dad,” you said, trying to regain your normal voice, “It’s too much sometimes.”
“What is?” he asked.
“This!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up, “I feel like there’s something I have to do but there’s nothing. I have nothing. And all those stupid dreams and memories keep coming back and I can’t catch a break. It’s too much. I’m just so overwhelmed.”
“Okay it’s okay,” he said, trying to calm you down. He could feel you starting to become more and more anxious the more you talked about it, “I understand.”
“How do I get it to go away?” you asked.
“Well for starters,” he said, “You need to relax. You’re stressing out and it’s adding to it. Take a few deep breaths for me. Can you do that?”
You nodded and followed his directions.
“Good,” he said, “And now,” he got up from the bed and pulled you up with him, “Your room is a mess so we’re going to clean it. That will make you feel better. And after that, you are going to take a nice long shower.”
“But-”
“No,” your dad said, cutting you off, “Listen to me Y/n. This is going to help. I’ll clean with you so you’re not by yourself and after your shower, you and I can spend some time together. We can talk, or watch TV, or even read if you want. You just need to do something that isn’t laying in bed.”
You were hesitant but your dad started moving around your room, finding a trash bag and throwing things away. You eventually joined in and helped. Making your bed and hanging up your clothes. After about an hour, your room was clean and Bucky left you to take a shower. He set up the living room with snacks and blankets and pillows. He finished by the time you were out of the shower and in your pajamas, walking into the living room and plopping onto the couch.
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Chapter four
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 1860
I'm bad at writing descriptions, so this is basically a reader insert into The First Avenger and then we'll see how it goes from there.
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After about thirty minutes of driving, we made it out of the tunnel, after another hour we made it to the camp. When the car was finally parked I slid out of the back seat and straightened my skirt. I looked over the top of the car at Peggy, she motioned for me to follow her. She led us to one of the army's many jeeps.
“The project recruits are in the training field, we’ll have to drive over to them." She hoisted herself up into the cab and I quickly followed suit. The ride to the training field was short, but in the few minutes, it took us to get there a wave of anxiety crashed onto me.
The thought of seeing Steve here was panic-inducing. I had only just seen him a few hours before but having him see me in the job that I had kept secret from him was not fun. I had a feeling that this was going to be a long day.
As the jeep came to a stop I could see the line of recruits and there stood Steve right in the middle of them. He wasn't that hard to miss, he did stick out like a sore thumb. I leaned up between Peggy and the driver and said, "I don't think i can do this right now."
Peggy looked over her shoulder at me, "you can do this Roger's, there is nothing to worry about. Let's just go do our job." I took a deep breath and nodded, exiting the jeep.
I trailed slowly behind Peggy and stopped just out of Steve's view. I watched while she introduced herself to the line of men. As she walked down the line one of the men commented on her accent. Turning to ask his name he responded with, "Gilmore Hodge, your majesty."
Peggy then asked him to step forward and once he had done so, he was swiftly met with a punch to the face. I let a small laugh out as he fell backward.
“Agent Carter, I see you’re breaking in the candidates. I also see that you’ve brought Agent Rogers as well,” Colonel Phillips called out as he and Dr. Erskine came towards the group. We both quickly gave him a salute. With the mention of my name, I knew my cover was blown and I walked out to where Peggy and Coronel Phillips stood and introduced myself. My eyes fell on Steve who looked utterly shocked.
The Coronel then proceeds to give his small speech about how we would win the war because we have “the best men”. When he noticed Steve he also added “and because they are going to get better.” He continued by telling the men about the SSR and what the goal of the program was. When the words super-soldier were said, I could see the men take a sharp breath in and puff their chests out. From the looks of it, I could already tell these men were not what a super-soldier should be. I continued to watch Steve as he sent me questioning looks. I mouthed to him that I would explain later and he nodded slightly.
After the Coronel’s speech was when the real work began. They went straight into training exercises, push-ups, sit-ups, jumping jacks, every exercise you could think of. I stood back and watched, only chiming in when I saw one of the men slacking or doing something incorrectly. Steve was in the middle of the group, trying his hardest to keep up with the others, but he never quit.
Once night fell the recruits were sent off to the canteen for supper. They all trotted off in a group but Steve didn’t move from the spot he had been in. I looked over at him and sighed. I waved Peggy on and walked over to my brother. He started to speak but I quickly interrupted him. “Before you say anything I want to say I’m sorry for keeping this from you, I was legally forbidden from saying anything to you.”
He stood there for a minute processing, mouth opening and closing like he was going to say something but then quickly thought better of it. He raked his hands through his hair and exhaled heavily. “I.. I have no idea what to say. When did you even have the time to join the SSR?” He asked, sounding a little cross.
“Do you remember when I started taking night classes down at the community college? Well, I was actually in training here with the SSR. I’m not really sure how it happened, it just did. I really wanted to tell you so bad, but I couldn’t. I hope you understand why.” My head hung low as I spoke, this and my engagement were the only two things I have ever kept from my brother and to have one less thing weighing on my mind felt like a relief.
“I understand, you only did what was asked of you,” he spoke calmly and pulled me into a hug.
“Thank you, Stevie.” I gave him a tight hug back. I let go and started to walk to the canteen. “Now, here I am your superior, I can't be giving you special treatment because you’re my big brother.”
“I wouldn’t want you to. So do I just call you Agent Rogers from now on? I'm not going to lie, that's a little weird,” He laughed, falling into step with me.
“Yes that's exactly what you should call me and I’ll just call you Rogers from now on, maybe with a little more force.” I chuckled and shook my head, “I have a meeting to get to so go get some supper and get your things unpacked. I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning at 0600, soldier.” I turned to my right and headed for the main office building of the camp.
Over the next few days, Peggy and I watched over the training of the recruits. I watched as Steve lagged behind in every exercise and obstacle, but he managed to pull through. He used his smarts to get through some of the tasks, unlike the others who relied on their brute force. Dr. Erskine kept a close eye on him whenever he was present on the training field. I knew that Steve was his one and only choice out of the group to help further the experiment we were conducting.
Today was no different than any other, I peered at the men doing seats of burpees in the midday heat. “Let's go girlies! Faster! My grandmother can do these faster than this!” I yelled, pacing back and forth behind the group. To my right, I noticed the
Coronel and Dr. Erskine had arrived. They were deep in a conversation when I heard Peggy shout from the front of the group and I turned back to watch the men do their exercises.
The next thing I knew someone was shouting “grenade”. The whole area went into a panic. I spotted the grenade and started towards it in hopes to reduce the damage it would do if it was just left to sit. Before I could reach it, Steve dove on top of it.
“Get away! Get back!” he yelled. I dropped to my knees next to him, my heart pounded in anxiety but the explosion never came. I realized that it was a dud, one of the grenades used to train with. Steve uncurled himself out of his position and looked over at Colonel Phillips and Dr. Erskine, “Is this a test?” I grabbed his arm and pulled him up to his feet with me.
“Well, that was interesting. I can’t believe you would jump on a grenade Steve,” I shook my head.
“You’re one to talk, I saw you running straight for it too. Even when I was on top of it you still stayed. I told you to get away,” he chided.
“Steve don’t scold me, I couldn't just let you blow up. That was really brave of you though. Not many people would do what you just did.”
“Mr. Rogers, Agent Rogers, please come see me for a moment,” called Dr. Erskine. Steve and I looked at one another and then walked over to the doctor. “Come, follow me.” He led us to a jeep where we hopped in and were taken to one of the office buildings.
Inside the office, Dr. Erskine pointed at two chairs for us to sit in while he went behind his desk and took his seat. “I’ll just get right to the point. Mr. Rogers, I believe you will be the best candidate for this operation. You too Agent Rogers. I believe you both will be the best options for what we are trying to do here.” He explained to us. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This project was supposed to only have one participant, not two.
“If I may, I thought this was only going to be carried out on only one person, why choose the both of us,” I questioned.
Dr. Erskine looked at Steve and then at me. “This is my experiment, I can choose however many test subjects I would like to perform on. Not only that but you both displayed what I would like a candidate for the experiment to have, and that's courage and a good heart. Agent Rogers I’ve known you for a couple years now and I have had you in mind for this for a while,” He paused and looked down at the papers on his desk, “I also believe that since I did some testing with your blood work that the success rate will be greater since the two of you are siblings.”
Steve and I nodded as we listened to what he was telling us. He continued to recount to us what he had experienced with Hitler and Johann Schmidt. He told us of the unfinished serum that Schmidt had taken and that there were dire consequences, he had gained power and strength but at what cost?
“The serum,” he paused, “the serum amplifies what is on the inside, not just physicality. Good becomes great and bad becomes worse. Not only did I choose you because of what I have seen in you but because I know that someone who is weak or has been looked down upon knows the value of strength and compassion, unlike the bully who has had power his whole life.” He poured himself a drink and then two more for us. “Just promise me that whatever happens in the lab tomorrow, you two will stay good-hearted and true to yourself, do not become the perfect soldiers they want you to be. Now, drink up, you have a procedure tomorrow no liquids or food will be allowed after 10 o’clock tonight.” He handed us our glasses and then he picked his own up. I glanced at Steve and after raising my glass in a toast I slung my head back and felt the burn of the alcohol sliding down my throat.
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Nightmare-A Bucky Barnes x Reader story. Chapter 4
You stared out the window as Professor Xavier and the redhead, you learned her name was Jean, continued to talk with the rest of the group who had now gathered in the briefing room. Sure, you had read the paper on the X-gene, but to know that “mutants” really existed and that you might be one of them was hard to truly grasp. Even surrounded by the extraordinary people in the room.
‘You are like us Y/N’ you heard the professor's voice in your head. You turned and looked at him.
‘I’m not, I can’t read minds or speak to them like you are doing.’ you replied inside your mind, the rest of the room oblivious to the conversation you were having.
‘Perhaps not yet, but with training you could, you can already manipulate feelings, see memories…control their minds and actions’ he added after a pause. You froze and sucked in a breath. That was not something you wanted anyone to know. You had only just learned that was something you can do. You tried pushing your abilities towards him, a warning to back off, but nothing happened. On the other end, his mind was closed off to you. ‘It will take more than that to affect me.’ You frowned and wrapped your arms tightly around you, feeling vulnerable. He had seen into you so easily, knew the potential you had, could have, maybe with training. It was all so much to take in, should you leave? So soon after helping Bucky? Maybe it was for the best, he was safe, he had Steve and Sam, he wouldn’t need you anymore. You had done your job.
“Okay, roll this back so I understand,” Stark said, pulling your attention to him. “There are individuals with this X-gene, the next step in evolution, and they have just been hiding in plain sight this whole time, while the world has seen aliens, and gods, you all just sat quietly back and let us handle the dirty work?” You could tell Tony was more than annoyed. You didn’t blame him. They had all been through hell.
“We have quietly done our part to help where we could, we have had our own set of issues to handle. I run a school for gifted individuals to help them harness and control their gifts, many come broken, confused, abandoned by their families. People often fear what they can’t understand.” Charles replied. Tony rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“And you want Y/N to come join you at this school?” Steve asked.
“Yes, I think we could help her. Her abilities have already grown rapidly, and there is much potential there, but if she can’t learn to control it, it could end up controlling her. She needs to learn to defend herself.”
“How did you even know I was here?” You finally asked.
“I was able to feel you, your power, I have a…device…that helps me locate mutants, now here we are.” He replied, seeming so unbothered by all of this, like he had done this hundreds of times, just shown up to tell people they are different, but not alone. Not alone. There were others like you, there were answers to all of your questions.
“I’ll go with you,” you replied after a moment. The whole room turned and looked at you, some began to protest but you simply put a hand up, quieting them. “It’s my choice, I need to learn about this, about me and what I can do, you all will be fine without me for a little while. Natasha is more than skilled at interrogation and now Barnes is free from Hydra he is fit for field work. You will hardly notice I’m gone.” You told them, trying to reassure everyone. “I’ll need some time to pack my things. If you give me the address I can be there by the end of the week.” You said turning to Charles and Jean. They agreed and you excused yourself to start packing. Though when you got to your room, doubt creeped in. You paced your room for a bit going over everything in your head, wondering if you had made the right choice. Maybe some time away from everyone would be good. Your attachment to Bucky could start to cause problems for you, compromise you both in the field, compromise your sanity, but the thought of leaving him so soon after everything made your stomach feel hollow. As if summoned, Bucky was knocking on your open door.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” you asked him for probably the 100th time in the last few days.
“I think the question is how are you feeling?” he asked leaning in the door frame.
“I’m fine,” you said, putting on a fake smile, always trying to reassure everyone else. “I,uh,” you paused trying to think of something to say. “Just realized I have so much I need to pack up, not sure where to start.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“You second guessing yourself?” he pushed himself off the door frame and fully entered your room, it feeling too small all of a sudden.
“No, I think this will be good, to learn more about myself, about this pow…mutation, inside of me. Besides, you guys don’t need me anymore,” you tried to joke. Bucky put his hands on your shoulders, you looked into those all to blue eyes and your heart beat a little faster as you breathed him in.
“We do need you,” he said quietly. I need you. “But we also understand. The team wants what’s best for you. Your friends want what’s best for you. We will all worry like hell. Just promise, you’ll come back to us. Come back to,” me he wanted to finish. You looked at him closely and you could feel it, that warm light you had caught a glimpse of in his mind earlier. Was that feeling for you? Was it something you had left behind in him? Projecting your own feelings into his. The thought made you sick and you backed away quickly and you could see the hurt in his eyes and he straightened himself up.
“Of course, I’ll come back, can’t leave Nat all the interrogation fun. Was there anything else you needed? I really should get to packing.”
“I didn’t get to properly thank you for what you did for me.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck, seeming almost anxious.
“You really don’t have to thank me James, you are my friend, I hope, and I would do anything to help a friend.” You told him kindly.
“I know this is probably poor timing now that you are leaving us, but perhaps before you go, I could take you to dinner, outside of the complex?” he asked and you could tell how nervous he was. The idea of being alone with him outside of the complex made your stomach flip. Was he asking you on a date? You shook the thought away.
“You really don’t have to,” you told him, not sure that it was a good idea to form a deeper attachment when you weren’t sure how long you would be gone.
“Please, Y/N, I would really like to take you to dinner. It’s the least I owe you for the months of companionship you have given me.” He took a step closer to you again.
“You won’t take no for an answer on this will you,” You could tell he was determined.
“Nope,” he said, his face forming a half smile. You studied him for a moment.
“Alright, tomorrow night?” you agreed. His face broke into a full smile and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. “I really do need to start packing though,” you said motioning over your shoulder.
“I’ll be by at six and we can head out?” he asked.
“Six is great,” you told him, nodding and ushering him towards your door.
“It’s a date,” he said with that charming smile of his, you nodded, not able to speak and watched him walk down the hall. You closed your door and it hit you, you had a date, a date with Bucky Barnes, you could help the dumb girly smile that spread across your face as you began to pack up your life.
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OKAS XXXII
Description: Y/n, a girl who seems to have found her calling. Being a SHIELD agent is like a dream come true. With a friendship starting to form with the Avengers, she’s the Queen of the world! What could go wrong?
Pairings: Avengers x reader, Loki x reader (eventually)
Warnings: fluff, angst
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A/n: Thank you all for your patience for this chapter. It has been difficult to balance school, life, and writing, but I’m so glad I knew I had something to go back to once I figured it out. Merry Christmas!!
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And I knew everything was going to be okay.
Until it wasn't.
"And what the hell are you doing?"
I snapped up from the ground to see none other than Nick Fury standing above our rag-tag group lying in the grass.
I swallowed deeply suddenly aware of the bruise on my neck from where nanobots were injected into my body. Nanobots that could probably do a number of unpleasant things to me.
Nick turned to the team who was still lying on the ground, "I thought I told you to get her settled in her room and then get her ready."
"We were getting there eventually." Loki closed his eyes and stayed there with his hands beneath his head.
"I would appreciate it if you did it now so she can get it over with."
"Wait... what's going on?" I was confused since one, Nick wasn't totally fuming, and two, what were they getting me ready for?
"Some evaluations of your condition are needed."
Well if that wasn't the vaguest answer to ever be crafted from a Shield Director I don't know what is.
I stood and brushed my jumpsuit to remove the nonexistent grass sticking on it, "I guess let's get this over with." I started to walk towards the compound when another thought occurred to me, "All my stuff is gone... Isn't it." I turned back towards the group, not expecting anything but a yes.
"Nope."
"What."
Tony leapt to his feet before steadying himself against me, "Well, you know what saps these guys are so they just wouldn't let any of your things go in the trash."
There were some protests from those on the ground, but Tony didn't give them any mind and started to lead me back towards the compound, an arm around my shoulders. He lead me up a couple of floors to a door that looked familiar.
It looked like every other door in the compound.
"Do you remember this?"
"No?"
"Oh. Well, this was the room you used to stay in when you couldn't go back to your apartment."
"Oh," I swung the door inwards to see a fully put together room, "this... This looks exactly like my apartment room." I couldn't help but smile. It felt like home.
"Yeah, Natasha was very precise." Tony stood in the doorway, not wanting to intrude, "So, there's a suit on your bed, you're gonna be doing sparring first. Get changed into that and be back to the common room and we'll head over to the training room." He checked his watch, "you probably have twenty minutes before Fury gets too impatient."
I nodded, but then a problem occurred to me, "uh, how am I gonna get this thing off?" I picked at the sleeve of the metal suit.
"When you're ready just say you want it off and it should relax into a normal suit you can take off." With that, he shut the door behind him and left me to my privacy.
I roamed around the room for a bit, admiring the little things that I had forgotten. There were pictures and little trinkets. I only hoped I could appreciate them like I used to.
The twenty minutes passed by quickly and before I knew it I was in the sparring area in the training room facing someone I had never met.
"Easy there сахарный, I'm not going to hurt you," he said it with a smile, but it only made my frown grow.
"Trust me, that's not what I'm worried about. There's a lot more salt than sugar here."
"Remember, this is just to see your condition Y/n, no powers are allowed, we will go until there is a clear winner," Nick's voice could be heard over the intercom as he sat from the observational area with the rest of the team.
And we were told to begin.
His steps were light, and a little bit quicker than needed, or expected. They were also more sure than mine were. I studied what he was doing as fast as I could, but it wasn't enough. His foot hooked around my knee and brought me to the ground, but I rolled across the mat to his other side. I snapped up to my feet and created some distance between him and myself to buy some time.
We circled for a little bit longer, watching, waiting. He lunged first, aiming for my waist. I twisted out of the way, tripping his feet in one fluid motion making him hit the mat.
The blood was rushing in my ears and everything else fell away.
There was only a young boy in front of me with the same objective as me.
To win.
He didn't even rise all the way off of the floor before he spun to trip me up. I landed hard, making me dizzy. He pinned my arms to the mat, but before he could pin my feet I pulled them up to my chest and kicked him off of me.
He let out a grunt as he flipped over me. I wanted to detain him as he was down, make this as painless as possible, but he was out of my reach too quickly.
Then it was back to circles.
My body was trembling, from adrenaline, strain, or something else, I couldn't tell.
This was the longest match I had been in for a long time. I felt bad for him. He was fighting so hard.
I better not prolong his pain any longer.
I had him in a headlock. I'm not exactly how. His sweaty blond hair was brushing my chin as I slowly cut off his airway. His hand frantically slapped my hand, and then the mat.
"Shhhh, it's okay. It'll be over soon," I swallowed. It was better this way. It was what he wanted.
It was better for everyone this way.
Hands gripped at me and ripped the boy from my grasp. Panic tore through me. I only knew of one person who wasn't allowed to win, it didn't end well for him.
I struggled and shrieked, "No! You sick bastard! I was doing it! You told me to win, I was doing it!" I clawed at the arms surrounding me, trying to hold me still, "Don't you dare take me back there! I did what you asked!"
Someone was trying to speak to me, but I didn't want to know what they were saying.
"You hear me Hen-" I was mid-scream when my world went dark.
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The Avengers sat in a room surrounded by screens of camera footage. All but one was playing different angles of the nearly deadly sparring match. The other was focused on the motionless form of Y/n on her bed.
They were silent, all too scared of what would come if they broke it. But it had to be broken.
"It seems they trained her, but I'm not sure I've ever seen training like that before." Vision was the only one brave enough to say anything, or it could be he didn't fully understand the gravity in the room.
"That's because it isn't training," that odd statement drew the attention of some of the group to none other than James Buchanan Barnes.
"That's survival." He stood from his seat and walked towards the biggest of the screens. It started from the beginning of the match and he pointed carefully at her feet, "You can tell this is training, but this isn't from Hydra. Her footwork is very similar to Clint's so it must be Shield training." He watched as she adjusted her position on the screen, "That uneasy shifting tells me that she hasn't done any formal training or technical sparring in a very long time, muscle memory is driving most of her motions, but it can only go so far."
No one disagreed with him.
The footage continued, "Right here is where I believe she forgot where she was." Bucky turned to face the group, "You're completely right Vision when you said you haven't seen any training like that before, because that isn't something you do unless you're desperate."
The Avengers could hear themselves in the footage yelling.
"He's tapping out. She's not letting go!"
"Stark! Turn her off!"
"What do you think she is? A damn toy?!"
"I said, turn her off!"
"Loki's down there, she's throwing a fit."
"You told me to win, I was doing it!"
"Hurry up Tony."
"I'm working on it!"
"Do you hear me Hen-"
The footage stopped and they were left in silence.
"That must have been what they told her when they told her to fight. They told her to win."
"Wait, are you telling me that she had to do this while with Hydra?" Bucky spun to Steve in disbelief, "What the hell did you think was going to happen, Fury? That she was just going to go 'ho ho guess we're gonna have friendly sparing match and not kill my opponent!'"
"It was necessary, unfortunately."
"Bullshit!"
"You not only put in jeopardy Y/n's sanity, but also Pietro's life. You're lucky he is only needed for overnight observation, Fury. I believe this meeting is over." Wanda stood from her seat and started towards the door.
"What are we going to do about Y/n?"
"How about I 'turn her back on' and let her figure things out. Locking her in a cage isn't going to do anybody any good." Tony looked pointedly at Nick.
He sighed and nodded, "Okay, do what you have to do."
With that, everyone exited from the room.
Natasha and Loki were next to each other when Bucky approached, "Hey, you two were awfully quiet. Anything I should know about?"
"No, we just figured that if we got involved in the mess, it would become..." Natasha trailed off.
"A whole lot messier," Loki finished.
They both had grim looks on their face, a cover for the frustration and worry boiling inside them both.
"We were planning on being there when Tony wakes her up," Natasha stuffed her hands into her back pockets, looking at her feet.
Bucky nodded and started to turn away with a soft smile.
Loki grabbed his shoulder before he could get too far, "Would you like to join us? I'm sure she would be glad to meet you."
"Not as glad as me for the opportunity."
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One moment I was screaming, and the next I was lying on a bed, staring at the ceiling.
"So this is what it's like to have a control button."
"Terribly inconvenient isn't it?"
I didn't even move my gaze from the ceiling, "Like you would know."
"Afraid not, girlie," an unfamiliar voice spoke.
I shifted to lean my back against the headboard, "And I'm afraid that word doesn't apply to me anymore." I looked at Loki and Natasha, "Can you believe that I'm thirty whole years old?" I sighed.
"And life is unfair in that you didn't get to see a more than a few of them."
I reached out and squoze Natasha's hand, "But what do you expect? When has life ever been fair?"
There was a moment of silence before I decided to shake off the self pity.
"Alright, enough of that," I looked at the stranger in the room, "I'm assuming you're friendly since these guys wouldn't have let you in other wise, but I don't believe that I've had the pleasure."
He stood from his seat and stepped closer, offering his hand, "Indeed we have not, though sometimes I think I do know you with how much everyone talks about you. James Buchanan Barnes, miss, but you can call me Bucky."
I took his hand with a small smile, "All good things I hope. I guess I shouldn't be surprised to see you after all the shit I've seen, showing up like a ghost."
He laughed, "Yeah, something like that."
"Okay, sorry to be a party pooper, but how's the kid?" I swallowed deeply, scared of what I would hear.
"He's just fine Lady Y/n. He'll be in the infirmary for observation over night, but he'll be just fine." Loki's voice was overly reassuring.
"You know, I can always tell when you feel bad for me, 'cuz you call me that," I smiled at him, though I'm sure it looked forced. "I guess that's one thing we can bond over, a warm hello from the newcomer." I shot Loki a wink, making him groan.
"You are never going to let that go are you?"
"For as long as I live Princey."
Natasha was laughing with Bucky who was a bit confused, but intrigued all the less, "I don't think I've heard this story."
"Oh you will, but maybe not right now," I sat up straight and stretched, "at this moment, I want pizza, a burger, and french fries." I looked pointedly at Loki, "I don't care about my favorite smoothie anymore, I want solid food."
Natasha pulled me from the bed, "Your wish is my command, I was craving something anyway."
So the two of us dashed down the hall, me letting Natasha lead the way to the kitchen.
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Doll (Bucky x Tall!Reader One-shot)
This is one of my submissions for Cloudy’s 200 follower challenge! So proud of you, girly!!
Pairing: Bucky x Tall!Reader
Dialogue Prompt: High as a Kite (highlighted in bold)
Summary: While Y/N was out on a mission, Bucky accidentally got himself hurt. So what happens when she finds her best friend/crush not nearly as quiet as he usually is?
Warnings: Guys, there’s no angst. This is all fluff.
“Who’s going to tell her?”
“I’m not! It was an accident!”
“Yes, let’s piss off the Amazonian.”
“She’s not an Amazon. She’s just tall.”
“Please, can we focus?”
“I own the building. That means I can call immunity.”
“Honestly, I’d rather be recording this for future blackmail.”
“Well, someone has to tell her.”
“Tell me what?”
Three bodies spun around, shielding the glass window they had been peering into moments before. Y/N watched them curiously. Scott, Bruce, Sam, and Tony were hiding something. She stepped closer to them, brow furrowing when Scott and Bruce instinctively moved in front of the door.
“Okay, what’s going on?” She looked down at Sam, hoping to get some sort of clarity from Bucky’s partner in crime.
“I still think I should be recording.”
“Recording what?” Y/N stepped closer. She didn’t want to admit it, but panic was starting to stir in her chest. She’d been gone on a mission with Steve and had only gotten back a little while ago. Ever since, she’d been looking for Bucky. He’d promised a movie marathon with her and she was coming to collect.
But in three hours – she hadn’t seen or heard from him. At first, she thought she had done something wrong, but now? Seeing four of her five friends hiding outside a med-room? With no clue were her best friend was? She knew it wasn’t her fault. They were hiding something.
She walked up to Bruce, her heeled boots clicking on the floor until she was practically chest to chest with him. Looking down at him, she crossed her arms and immediately began tapping her foot.
Tony cleared his throat, not exactly in the mood to see a hulked-out Banner fighting the Winter Soldier’s crush. He still had people working on repairs from when Bucky ate the last of Hulk’s M&Ms. “Relax, Y/N. The intimidation tactics aren’t going to work.”
She groaned, dropping her hands and looking at the “genius” that felt the need to call her out in this particular moment. “You guys won’t let me know where he is!”
“He’s in there!”
Everyone looked back to Scott. He was still shielding the window from Y/N’s sight, but now he was hiding his face behind his hands. He peeked between his fingers, looking similar to a child in this moment. If she wasn’t so worried about what they were hiding, she’d probably laugh.
Her gaze shifted to the door. She gestured for Scott to step aside. He didn’t even argue. Looking through the glass, she bit her lip. The panic that had been there moments before was gone now, replaced with relief. “What happened?”
“Barnes ate Hulk’s M&M’s. I’m still trying to get the community kitchen fixed up because of it,” Tony explained.
Y/N looked at Bruce, raising an eyebrow. “You hulked out because of M&M’s?”
“I didn’t! The…” Bruce huffed. “The big guy did.”
Y/N turned back to the window and snorted, biting back a laugh.
“She’s finding this amusing. Should we be worried?” Scott looked at Bruce and Tony. Sam simply shrugged. Their usefulness for this had just run out.
“I’m going to check on him. Can you four go find something else to look at?” She didn’t bother sparing them a glance, slipping inside the room and closing the door behind her.
Instead of leaving like Y/N had asked, they crowded in front of the glass. Each of them was desperate to get a good look. “You better hope this works, Stark,” Scott muttered, unable to contain his smile.
“All my creations work, thank you very much. Especially when Banner’s helping me.”
“I’d rather not agree with that statement after Ultron.”
Tony glanced at Bruce and scoffed. “Traitor.”
“Quiet,” Sam ordered, swatting Tony upside the head. “I’m trying to hear!”
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Y/N walked towards the bed Bucky was currently laying on. He was hooked to an IV, but she wasn’t sure what medicine they were pumping in his system. Surely it wasn’t too bad, right? If it were, Steve would be here, frantic and worried about what had happened to his best friend. But that wasn’t the case. So, she ran her fingers through his hair, allowing that flutter of crazed nerves to erupt in her chest and stomach. God, she couldn’t help the feelings this man gave her.
She noticed the massive bruise in his hairline. It was swollen. Like he’d been thrown into something a few times. “Hulk really did a number on you, huh?” Her voice was soft, gentle because she didn’t want to wake him up. But this was Bucky after all. Anything could wake him up. He blinked once, twice, before finally moving his head. He groaned, moving to sit up, but Y/N was there to make the movement easier. “Hey, sleepy head.”
“What happened?”
“Apparently someone decided to take Hulk’s peanut butter M&M’s?”
A sheepish grin appeared on Bucky’s face as he ran a hand through his hair. “Oops?”
“That’s all you have to say?” Y/N laughed and shook her head. “Really?”
That sheepish grin of his was shifting. His bright eye watching her with something she didn’t quite understand. But his pupils were blown. The awkwardness of being found out faded away as he started giggling.
Bucky fucking Barnes was giggling.
Bucky laughing was already a rare sight indeed. Almost impossible to see unless you were as close with him as Steve or Y/N was. But giggling? She was sure not even Steve had seen that before.
“Oh my god, what did they give you?”
She laughed as she took a step back, but before she could get too far, Bucky grabbed her hand. He pulled her close, catching her before she could fall. A hand was wrapped around her waist as he watched her intently. “I like holding you like this,” he told her, looking up at her and tilting his head. “I like looking up at you.” Of all the people on the team, Bucky was the only one who ever encouraged her height. In fact, if there were moments where he could look up at her, he did. He enjoyed how tall she was. Her curves and height were a rare sight and it was how she was nicknamed the “Amazon” of the team.
“Buck,” she murmured, laughing and leaning away from him. “You’re high as a kite, aren’t you?”
Bucky pouted at her as she ran her hands through his hair. “I’m being honest. Why don’t you believe me?”
“Because they had to have given you something.”
“No,” he drawled, dragging out the word as if it had twenty extra letters. “I’m a super soldier, ‘member?” He grinned like the cat that ate the canary. “Drugs don’t work on me.”
“No known drugs work on you, Buck. But who knows what cocktail Banner and Stark gave you?”
Another giggle from Bucky and Y/N couldn’t stop herself from smiling. He was absolutely adorable. Drugged up or not. Silence fell as she continued playing with his hair, earning soft hums from the loveable goofball in her arms. He was so calm. There was no pain or tension anywhere in his face. He was actually…relaxed.
“Why don’t you like me, Y/N?”
She frowned. He’d closed his eyes, tilting his head back as she kept playing with his hair. Had he even realized he’d asked her? “Of course, I like you, Bucky.”
Bucky groaned, pouting once again. He leaned forward as his forehead found her shoulder. “No, you don’t. Not like I like you.”
“Not like you like me?” Y/N felt like her heart was ready to burst out of her chest. Did he really admit to liking her? She glanced at the IV. What the hell had Tony and Bruce given him? “What do you mean, Bucky?”
“I like holding you,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck. His hands wrapped around her waist were now tracing up her back. “I like watching movies and cuddling…”
“I like those things too.”
He whined again, clearly not believing her. She felt like she was talking to a puppy. “Then why do you go on dates? I hate that.” He pouted, his nose nuzzling into her neck. “I hate seeing guys take you out when they don’t deserve you. I want to date you. I want to take you out. I want to kiss you. I want to…I want to…”
“Want to what?”
“I want to show you how important you are, Y/N.”
If she hadn’t been blushing before, she certainly was now. She had never expected to hear these words out of Bucky and here he was admitting that he felt everything she did. And he wouldn’t even remember it, would he?
“Oh, Buck,” she murmured, hands moving from his hair to his back. “I wish you knew how important you are to me.”
There was a pause as if Bucky wasn’t sure he heard her right. But once a few moments passed, a muffled, “I am?” was asked.
Y/N chuckled and looked down at him. Tilting his head up, she ran her fingers along his cheek. It was gentle, ghost-like. “You are. But I got to tell you that when you aren’t drugged up.” He grinned again. It was sleepy. The poor boy probably needed more rest than they realized. “Get some rest, hm?”
“Stay.” He blinked, slowly. “Please?”
Y/N smiled as she helped him lay back down. He kept a hand securely attached to hers, clearly wanting to keep her at his side. “Buck –“
“Please,” he murmured.
She sighed. “Alright. I’ll stay.”
He let go of her hand but kept his droopy gaze on her. Bucky was determined to make sure she wasn’t going anywhere. Shrugging off her jacket, she bent down and unzipped her boots. Her gaze shifted to the door to see her four friends giving her wide grins and several thumbs up. “Oh, leave, would you?” she snapped, throwing a boot at the door. They all jumped and ducked away, running off as she shook her head. Those idiots.
Taking off her other boot, she climbed into the bed. It was far too small with his massive frame and her tall, curvy build, but they made do. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her towards him and burying his face in her hair and neck. She lightly played with his hair, the other hand wrapped around him and tracing up and down his spine. It was soothing. Intimate.
“Go to sleep, Bucky.”
“You too, Doll.”
Y/N pressed her lips against his hair, hiding her smile at the nickname. He’d never called her that before. It was always her name or some nickname from it, but never ‘doll’. Until now. She closed her eyes, letting herself fall asleep in his arms.
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(BONUS)
Bucky woke to the dull remains of a headache and an impossible warmth around him. He didn’t want to open his eyes. That would mean pulling away from the warmth. So instead, he pulled the warmth closer. His arms tightened around it, clinging to it.
Then he heard a soft moan. The exhale of someone’s sigh. And everything came back.
The fight with Hulk…
Bruce and Tony getting him to the med-bay…
Bruce’s countless apologies…
Tony wanting to “take advantage” of the moment with some new medicine they had been working on with Cho…
And Y/N.
He remembered her visiting. He remembered – He remembered everything. Opening his eyes, he realized he was curled into Y/N. His head was resting on her chest, listening to her heart. His arms were wrapped around her, her hands in his hair. Tilting his head up ever so slightly, he smiled when he saw that he was, in fact, still in Y/N’s arms.
He couldn’t wipe the grin off his face as he memorized her peaceful features. She liked him. She liked him as much as he liked her. And as excited about it as he was, he wouldn’t dare wake her when she looked like this. Instead, he pressed the smallest kiss to her lips. It could hardly even count as one, he was so scared to wake her. Nuzzling her neck, he closed his eyes once again and simply enjoyed holding her. The giddiness in his chest made it impossible for him to fall back asleep. But he could enjoy this, enjoy holding her. And that was absolutely what he would do.
“I can’t wait to show you how much you mean to me, Doll.”
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Take a Chance on Me
Chapter 2
Description: On your thirtieth birthday, you had everything you needed. A steady job, a nice new apartment, your cuddly cat Moto, and your two best friends Natasha and Wanda. Suddenly you were half way through age thirty-three and nothing had changed. You were never the type to need to be in a relationship, but you just thought it would have happened by now. Never one to take risks, you decide to shake up your life by creating an online dating profile.
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings for this chapter: A couple of curse words. Drinking.
A/N: Italics indicate internal thoughts. Tag list is still open. Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated.
Chapter 1
You spent a good hour dressing for drinks with your Find Love match Bucky B. You still weren’t entirely sure that was really his name, but you would give him the benefit of the doubt. You then spent an additional hour changing out of the outfit you picked and re-doing your hair and makeup. The first look wasn’t you, and while you were trying to get out of your comfort zone, pretending to be an entirely different woman looks wise was too much too soon.
You snapped a couple of selfies and sent them to Wanda and Natasha. Immediately your phone was dinging with texts from the two.
Wanda: You look so pretty!
Wanda: But I think you need a clip in your hair. Do you still have that green one?
Natasha: Someone’s getting lucky tonight!
Wanda: Natasha!
Natasha: What?
Natasha: You need a jacket. Wear the black leather one.
Rolling your eyes at the two of them, you found the green clip and pinned back the hair on your right side. Digging through your closet you found the jacket Natasha mentioned and set it on your bed.
Y/N: Thank you Wan. Found the green clip.
Y/N: No one is getting lucky tonight, except for maybe you and Bruce. You know I don’t do that on a first date.
Y/N: It’s too hot for a jacket, but I’ll bring it with me.
Natasha: Since when?
Y/N: Not since college.
Wanda: Good for you Y/N. Make him wait.
You tucked your phone in your crossbody bag and slugged your jacket over your arm. Your friends do mean well, but the two of them were stressing you out and you hadn’t even left your apartment.
Jake’s is only three blocks away, so of course you left a half hour earlier than you needed to. No matter how hard you tried, you were always early to your destination. Weddings, birthdays, work, baseball games, you’re always the first to arrive. You tried to walk slowly, but it was no use.
A few smokers and a young couple arguing outside the entrance, Jake’s was kind of packed for a Monday night. Heading inside, Stacy, the server that you’ve come to know over the last few years spotted you and gave you a wave. Her dark brown ponytail swaying side to side. You headed away from the bar to your usual table and took a seat.
Stacy plopped herself at an empty chair, elbows immediately resting on the table with her face in her hands.
“Hey girlie. Where’s the crew?”
“Just me tonight.”
She gave you a questioning look, scooting her chair closer to yours.
“Are you looking to hookup? Is that why you’re all dressed up?” She asked.
You looked down at your clothes and back to her. “Do I look dressed up? I wasn’t going for dressed up.” You put your jacket on. You would keep it to yourself that you ended up wearing the jacket. You didn’t need an ‘I told you so’ from Natasha.
“You look fine. You’re usually just here in jeans and a tee.”
You leaned in closer to her. “I’m actually meeting a blind date.” She raised her eyebrows. “Technically it’s not a blind date. I actually met him on a dating site.”
“Uh oh. What if he’s like 60? What if he’s married?”
You shook your head. “You aren’t helping.” You whined. “He had a couple of pictures on his profile. If it’s not the same guy, I’ll know right away.”
“Ohhh, let me see.” Hand tapping the table.
You pulled your phone from your bag and opened the app. “Here.” You handed her the phone and she flicked through his photos.
“He’s here!”
Quickly scanning the bar to no avail.
“Where?!” You asked excitedly.
She nodded her head towards the bar. You stood up to look and she pushed your shoulder down.
“Unless you are going to go say hi, don’t stare.” She says plainly. “I think you need to take a couple of breaths and then go introduce yourself.”
You nodded and took a few deep breaths. You put your phone back into your bag and reapplied your lip balm.
“Okay. Wish me luck.”
She stood up as you did and squeezed your arm.
“Good luck.” She sing-songed.
Now that you were standing and actually looking at the bar, you did see him. Beer bottle relaxed in his hand and a pretty blonde practically in his lap. Okay, she wasn’t in his lap, but still. They were definitely flirting. She was leaning in close and he was smiling at her. Touching her hand that she had resting on the bar top.
I just need to go over there and introduce myself. This is your date; she needs to go.
Countdown to self-doubt in 5, 4, 3, 2… What if he double booked us? What if it’s like a competition? Do I have to dance or sing?
You feel the sting before you see her. “Go!” Stacy says, smacking your ass as she walks by.
You promptly stick your tongue out at her because you’re an adult and proceed slowly to one Bucky B.
You can tell he’s confident without even hearing him speak. Good looks and that smirk. That smirk is trouble. He slides his jacket off and you can clearly see that he has a prosthetic arm. It’s not something your used to seeing, metal instead of flesh colored. He flexes it and the blonde gushes, reaching over to touch it. You reach the bar and stand next to the blonde who is still touching his arm. You roll your eyes and Bucky chooses that moment to notice you.
“Sorry, darlin’, my date’s here.” Slight Brooklyn accent that you love coming through.
She turns around to face you, frowns, and turns back to Bucky. “Call me.” She struts away. Like literally struts.
You pull your gaze away from the blonde and look back to Bucky who is watching you with curiosity.
“Y/N, I presume.” He stands and pulls out the stool next to him.
You kind of do an awkward nod like wave thing before the words come to your lips. “Yep.”
Get it together!
“Nice to meet you.” You spit out.
You take a seat and attempt to get the bartender’s attention. You need a drink and you need one fast. Bucky raises his hand high and the bartender comes from the other side of the bar a moment later.
“What’d you like doll?” Bucky asks.
You crack a partial smile and your face instantly heats. You really need to date more.
“Beer please. Whatever he’s having.”
The bartender nods and reaches into the cooler below him grabbing a brown bottle out. He pops the top and places it in front of you. You grab it and quickly drink about half of it down before placing it back on the bar top. Bucky smirks and takes a swig from his bottle.
“Thirsty?” He asks.
“You could say that.”
He smiles and stares at you for bit. It definitely makes you feel uncomfortable but you find the nerve to smile back.
“So, Bucky, that’s an interesting name.”
“Yeah, I get that a lot actually. It’s a nickname. My middle name is Buchanan, so Bucky kind of stuck.”
“I like it. It’s cute.” You were flirting. This was flirting, you were pretty sure.
He ducks his head down a little bit, fingers tip brushing against the bar top. His eyes find yours again and he winks.
“You’re pretty cute.”
“Thank you.” It comes out smooth as butter and you’re surprised you were able to pull that exchange off so confidently.
“How was your weekend?” You ask. It’s a decent question, it’s Monday after all.
“It was great. Just got back from a trip with my buddy Sam.”
“Oh, where’d you go?”
“Shawangunk Ridge. Ever been?”
“Uh, no. Haven’t been there.” You didn’t even think to look up places for these so-called adventures you’ve taken.
Note to self, look up Shawangunk Ridge.
“Yeah, great place to climb. Where do you usually go?”
Shit.
“Ah. You know, I usually go with my friend Wanda. She plans these trips. She’s the one that got me into climbing. I just kind of follow. We’ve been up North and to Colorado.” You lie.
He gives you a sideways smile and you quickly down the rest of your beer. You tip it back and forth, waiting for him to speak.
“You ready to get out of here?”
Your head jolts up, eyebrows furrowed. “Where do you want to go?”
“Probably your place. My roommate is home.” He stands up. Slaps a $20 on the bar top and looks back to you.
You sit, staring blankly at the brunette you found charming up until a minute ago.
“You want to go back to my place?”
“Well, yeah. It’s the end of the night.”
What does that even mean?!
You scoff. When you can’t think of what to say, you scoff again. He sits back down on the stool, crossing his arms and raises an eyebrow at you.
“That’s not happening.” You shake your head.
He sighs. “Come on. Everyone on that site knows it’s a hook up site.”
“It’s called Find Love. Love. Not find a hook up.” You defend.
He chuckles, mostly to himself but you hear it.
“I put looking for a committed relationship on my profile. You did as well.” You practically shout.
“Everyone does that. It’s still a hook up site.”
You’re so heated and embarrassed you don’t know what to do.
“Well, that’s not what I’m looking for.” You pull your bag over your head and stand up.
“You lied on your profile too doll.”
You drop your butt down on the stool once again. “What do you mean?”
“You’re not into rock climbing. I doubt you’ve gone snorkeling or jumped into a waterfall as you said in your profile.” He says with air quotes.
Suddenly extremely hot, you pull your purse off your body and take your jacket off, slinging it over your lap.
“Well, those are things I want to do. So, while I’ve never done them, it’s something I am planning on doing. Eventually.”
You run a nervous hand through your hair, pulling the clip with it. It slowly falls off your leg where it landed and onto the floor. Bucky bends down and picks it. He turns it in his hand and then extends it to you.
“Pretty.”
You gently pull the clip from his hand, fingers grazing his skin. You feel a little bit of a shock, but quickly shake those thoughts away. He isn’t interested in dating you, he only wants to sleep with you.
“Thank you.” You say politely, a hint of a smile on your face.
“Listen doll. You need to meet a nice guy at someplace like the grocery store or work. Someone who’s looking to date a nice girl. Just stay off dating sites, they’re full of guys like me.”
You look down, suddenly interested in the string that’s hanging from the pocket of your jacket.
“I should set you up with my roommate, Steve. He’s a nice guy. An accountant.”
“I’ve dated enough accountants.” You say softly.
“He’s not just an accountant. He’s my best friend and he really needs to get out of our apartment once in a while. His girl ended it about a year ago because she was moving overseas.” He points at you. “That’s the type of guy you need.”
You roll your eyes and turn back to face the bar waving over the bartender. Might as well buy yourself another drink with the way this night turned out. Another beer is placed in front of you. The sound of another bottle being placed on the bar top draws your attention. Bucky raises his bottle to you in a mock salute and you look away.
“You’re still here?”
“Might as well wait around and see who else shows up. Bar’s not closed yet.”
“Sure.” You reply.
You decide to finish your beer in silence, choosing to ignore the man to your right who you can see is looking at you from the corner of your eye.
Why do the really attractive ones have to be this way?
Half way through your beer, you start to form an idea. It’s silly and really doesn’t help you find that long term commitment you’re looking for, but it’s an idea.
You gulped down the rest of your drink and place the empty bottle on the bar. You turn back to Bucky who apparently has his attention on Stacy now. You tap him on his shoulder and he turns his gaze back to you.
“I have a proposition for you.”
His face lights up, it reminds you of an excited puppy dog. You quickly shake your head.
“Not that kind of proposition buddy.”
He frowns. “I’m listening.”
You take a breath and put on a pleasant smile. “You need someone to go on a date with Steve.”
“Dates.” He interrupts.
“Dates, with Steve. And I want to go on adventures. Why don’t we help each other out?”
“How so?” He asks. Crossing his arms once again.
“I go on dates with your friend Steve and when you go on your adventures, big or small you take me. Of course, this all depends on Steve agreeing to see me.”
He nods. “He’ll go out with you if I ask. He may just need a gentle shove.”
“Charming.” You grin.
He bites at his lower lip, slightly tipping his head back and forth repeatedly. He slaps his hands on his thighs and sticks out his hand to you. “Deal.”
You smile big and proud and place your hand in his. “Deal.”
Chapter 3
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The Safest Way To Go | Part Four: And I’ll go back to her
Summary: Y/N meets Bucky’s new girlfriend
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: Angst, mentions of sex
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Y/N spent the night sleeping in Sam’s bed, while he insisted he would sleep on the couch, she wouldn’t hear it. She cuddled into Sam’s chest, trying to fight back tears as he wrapped his arms around her. This wasn’t the first time that he had comforted her after a fight with Bucky. He was surprised that Bucky wasn’t complaining to him as well. Over the years of being friends with these two, he had grown used to helping them through their arguments. All of their friends had become accustomed to it.
However, he had never seen her this broken up about it. He didn’t understand why, they weren’t in a relationship anymore. Hell, they were both seeing other people. And while she claimed it was just because he was her best friend and she hated fighting with him, he knew that was utter bullshit. He sighed as she sobbed into his chest, finally took a nap on his couch, ate some pizza with him, Peggy and Steve, complained about Bucky some more and then announced she was going to bed.
As much as Sam and Y/N flirted, they had never done anything sexual with one another. For Sam that was a line he would never cross. Of course, Y/N thought it would be a great way to get back at Bucky. But she knew that involving their friends in the mess of their relationship that way was going way too far. So sharing a bed involved a little bit of cuddling and a lot of sleeping. Although, she did a snap of them looking very cozy onto her Instagram story. No worries of Grant seeing it, he didn’t have social media, he thought their generation spent too much time glued to a screen.
When she awoke the next morning, she felt much better, she was no longer hungover and had cried all her tears out. She stretched, forgetting why she was in Sam’s bed, until she remembered the fight she had with Bucky. She sighed heavily, throwing herself back on the bed. Sam jolted awake at the sudden movement in the bed.
‘What’s up?’ he asked groggily.
‘I just have to go back to the apartment and deal with that dickhead,’ she sighed.
‘You can stay here until you want to deal with Bucky,’ he replied, rubbing his eyes.
‘Yes, well it’s our family dinner today. And it’s Bucky and mine’s turn to bring dessert. So I have to at least to get my own clothes from my apartment.’
Every Sunday, the gang got together (no matter what), with everyone bringing something to serve up. They usually went to Nat and Sharon’s apartment, as it was the biggest of all three. This week, Y/N and Bucky were tasked with bringing dessert, she had decided to bake brownies, But that meet she had to spend at least two hours in her apartment and face Bucky.
‘You can skip this week, Nat and Shaz will understand,’ he replied.
Both of them were no stranger to Bucky and Y/N bust ups. Although it never stopped either of them from attending their weekly family dinners.
She snorted, ‘If you think I’m gonna let James Buchanan Barnes stop me from going to my favourite part of the week, you’ve got another thing coming to ya.’
She hopped out of the bed, ‘I need to shower, bake you all the best brownies you’ve ever had and deal with my idiot roommate.’
‘Hey, you can always shower with me. I mean save the water and the environment, all that jazz,’ he teased.
‘Samuel Wilson, you are absolutely despicable!’ she teased, kissing him on the cheek before heading out of the apartment.
She needed to take a shower, she hadn’t managed to fit one in yesterday and she felt super gross today. As soon as she got into her apartment, she pulled off her pyjama top as she made her way to the bathroom. She pushed her shorts off, leaving her in just her panties as she opened the door. She presumed Bucky was still in his room, it was still early, and if he did venture out, it’s not as if he hadn’t seen it all before. However, when she opened the bathroom door, she realised the shower was already on. She rolled her eyes, the one time that he was awake. She decided to brush her teeth first before kicking him out.
However, she froze when she heard a very girly giggle come from the shower. She gasped loudly, it wasn’t just Bucky in the shower. Tears pricked her eyes as she heard another giggle. She turned to leave but knocked over the laundry basket in the corner. Bucky’s head poked out from behind the shower curtain, a shit eating grin on his face.
‘Oh, hey. Didn’t realise you were home,’ he snarked.
Another head popped other, causing Y/N to cover herself with a nearby towel, a blush covering her face.
‘Oh my God! I am so fucking embarrassed! Hi, I’m Wanda! Nice to meet you!’ she said, giving her a little wave.
She opened and closed her mouth, ‘Oh..Yes...I’m Y/N...I should...be...bye...’
She fled from the bathroom, tears forming as she barricaded herself in her room until she heard her apartment door close.
‘And she was fuckin’ naked. He was fuckin’ her in my shower!’ she told Natasha and Sharon, as she perched on Peggy’s lap.
‘I’m pretty sure it’s his shower too,’ Sharon pointed out.
‘Not since I had to scrub it before I could use it,’ she hissed. ‘Don’t want any of his...’
‘What?’ Steve teased, as he handed her a beer. ‘I’m pretty sure less than 48 hours ago you were all over Mr Barnes.’
She slapped Steve on the chest, ‘You have to take my side on this!’
‘Do we?’ he teased.
She rolled her eyes, ‘Yes, I made a tray of brownies all by myself! And I don’t see his dumb face here. So I am clearly the better friend! And I am better looking!’
Sam raised his beer bottle, ‘I will drink to that my friend!’
‘I dunno...’ Steve teased, winking at Y/N.
‘Wow! Thank you,’ she joked, sticking her tongue out at Steve.
‘I am just saying I have never once missed a family dinner and Bu-’
Her eyes shot to the door when it opened, she almost fell from Peggy’s lap when Bucky arrived, hand in hand with Wanda. Her jaw tensed as she watched him, he refused to make eye contact with her.
‘Hey guys, sorry I’m late. Hope it’s okay that I brought Wanda. Thought it was time she met the gang,’ he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
She rolled her eyes, as Wanda waved from Bucky’s side. Sam smiled at her, before throwing Bucky a look which said, What are you doing?
‘I am so excited to meet James’ friends!’ Wanda gushed.
Y/N made a face at Sam when she called Bucky ‘James’ - no one called him James!
He introduced the tiny auburn haired woman to the group, with everyone welcoming her warmly. However, when Bucky got to his roommate he stuttered for a second.
She smiled, ‘Well at least we get to meet fully clothed this time!’
Wanda laughed at this, that laugh would haunt her - she couldn’t stop thinking about her being in the shower, naked with her Bucky.
Bucky snorted, ‘If that’s what you call covering up...’
She looked down at the shorts and crop top, she was wearing, it was unusually humid for the time of year. She rolled her eyes, before pushing off Peggy’s lap. She was showing just as much skin in her summer dress, but Bucky wasn’t slut shaming her in front of their friends.
‘I’m gonna check on the food’ she hissed at Bucky. ‘You stay, Peg.’
Peggy, Steve and Sam were in charge of preparing the dinner this week, with Sharon and Nat providing drinks and the venue. However, she couldn’t be in the same room as Bucky and that girl a second longer. She was sure she was a lovely girl but she couldn’t stop thinking about her and Bucky in the shower. It turned her stomach.
‘Maybe someone should help her,’ Steve announced as he stared Bucky down.
He let out a sigh, as he helped Wanda find a place to sit.
‘Sure, I’ll offer up my services,’ he tried to sass, but Steve was in no mood to joke with his best friend
He headed through the doors into the kitchen where she was standing with her back to him. Her hands were gripping the counter top as she tried to compose herself.
‘Hey...’
She spun around to look at him, rolling her eyes, ‘What do you want?’
He sighed, ‘If you’re gonna be childish, I’m not gonna bother.’
‘Me? Childish?’ she hissed, stepping towards him. ‘I’m not the childish one here!’
He rolled his eyes, ‘Sure. That’s why you’re hiding in the kitchen!’
‘Naw, Bucky. Fuck off! Why the sudden interest in bringing coffee shop girl to family night? We never bring outsiders to-’
‘She’s not an outsider,’ he hissed, taking a step closer to her.
‘Then what is she? The future Mrs Barnes? Can I be flowergirl? Cos I’m not wife material. Just a good fuck,’ she snapped. ‘Or, have you replaced that too?’
‘Says the one who had another dick inside her, when my cum was-’
She turned away from him, ‘I am not having this argument, again.’
He grabbed her arm, spinning her to face him, she was dangerously close to him now.
‘You don’t have the right to be jealous,’ he hissed, his breath hot on her cheek.
‘I’m not jealous, James. Just thought you cared more about your friends than some random chick,’ she returned.
‘Oh fuck this,’ he said as his lips crashed against hers. She was taken by surprise at the force of the kiss, but she didn’t complain. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands gripped her ass. He hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he backed her up onto the kitchen counter. She was moaning softly, as his fingers pulled at her hair. He needed her, his free hand brushing over her tits before moving down between their bodies. He was massaging her aching pussy through her denim shorts, devouring her moans, when the door opened.
He jumped away from her, turning to see Steve looking at them wide eyed.
‘Jesus fucking Christ,’ he hissed. ‘Are you two serious? Your date is less than twenty feet away, Buck! I can’t, no I won’t tolerate this!’
She jumped down from the counter, her panties completely soaked through and she was aching for Bucky’s touch again.
‘We could handle your bullshit when it was just you two, but you are seeing other people now!’ Steve scolded them.
They looked at the floor, Y/N shuffling her sneaker clad feet, knowing Steve was right. But she couldn’t stay away from Bucky. She didn’t know why she had ever suggested they just fuck, no relationship. She knew she was playing a dangerous game. But she couldn’t give him up.
‘Look, it was a mistake,’ Bucky said. ‘Go out there, we’ll bring out the food in a second.’
‘No, not a chance. If I turn my back you’ll get right back to it. And I’m sure Nat and Shaz won’t appreciate you fucking in their kitchen!’ he retorted.
When they did take their seats, Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off, Y/N. He regretted bringing Wanda as she chatted the ear off him, although he was barely paying attention to anything she was saying. Although she seemed to hit it off with everyone immediately. After helping clear up after dessert, Bucky announced that he had to head off.
‘I have a big assignment this semester. I have a meeting with my tutor first thing tomorrow morning,’ he lied. ‘So I’m gonna head off. I’ll drop you home, Wanda. Y/N do you want get a ride from me?’
She smirked at his words, ‘It is pretty late for me to be walking home alone.’
She knew that she would be walking back with Steve, Peggy and Sam, but Wanda didn’t.
‘Let me just grab my jacket, Bucky Bear,’ she said, planting a kiss on Sam’s cheek as she hopped up from his lap.
‘So are you two a thing?’ Wanda asked as she watched the other woman sway out of the room.
Everyone in the den started laughing at her words, causing Wanda to blush.
‘Naw, me and Y/N are just friends. Flirty friends, it drives Bu...’ Sam froze as he noted the look in Bucky’s eyes.
‘What?’ Wanda asked.
‘It drives everyone mad. They think we are gross,’ he recovered.
‘But, we’re all pretty coupley here,’ Steve interjected. ‘Me and Peggy, Sharon and Natasha.’
‘Well then maybe you should make a move on Y/N,’ Wanda suggested to Sam. ‘I mean you two are the only single ones here. And I’m sure you’ve all, ya know...’
She made a sexual gesture.
‘Oh yea, we’re the Ross and Rachel of the gang,’ he faked a laugh, looking at Bucky who was looking super nervous.
Thankfully, the conversation was cut short when Y/N reappeared with her jacket. She waved goodbye to everyone, as she followed Bucky and Wanda out of the door. She fell into step with them begrudgingly, but it soon became clear that Wanda was the third wheel in the situation. Bucky looked at the other woman with such adoration, Wanda was nervous. They were so at ease with one another. She watched as they joked with one another, they even finished one another’s sentences.
‘Do you two have matching tattoos?’ she asked, as she slipped into the passenger seat of Bucky’s car.
He laughed loudly, quickly joined by Y/N, who gripped his shoulder from her place in the back. His hand found hers, sending electric shocks through both of their bodies.
‘We sure do,’ Bucky said, as he pulled his hand away and started up his car. ‘We’ve known each other our whole life. We even share a fuckin’ birthday.’
‘So on our eighteenth birthday we got drunk and got tattoos,’ she giggled from the backseat.
Wanda barely got a word in edgewise for the remainder of the journey. Bucky didn’t even kiss her goodbye as he dropped her off outside her apartment block. Hell, he didn’t even get out of his car. He seemed especially eager to get home.
While Wanda got into her pyjamas and watched Netflix, Bucky and Y/N were stumbling into their apartment, trying to get the other person’s clothes off as quick as possible. She was a moaning mess within minutes, both of them whispering their apologies as they fell into Bucky’s bed and when they were both spent, she went to leave.
He reached out to grip her arm, ‘Stay. Please...’
‘Bucky, you told me...’
‘I didn’t mean it,’ he whispered.
She looked down, what were they doing? But she nodded, laying back into his bed and cuddling into his arms.
‘So Hercules or Aladdin?’ he asked, as he grabbed his laptop.
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Operation Decoration | Steve Rogers; Bucky Barnes{
Pairing; Steve Rogers x black!reader x Bucky Barnes
Word Count; 2,289
Warnings; smut, sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, rough sex, threesome m/m/f, slight praise kink
Summary; You expected to come home to a decorated house. What you actually came home to was two cranky men and a mess that you don’t get around to cleaning up.
Note; this is for @hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall Christmas challenge! My prompt was decoration mess. This is kinda crude... and graphic... Hope you all had a very merry Christmas and/or a great day yesterday!
You push through the back door, your hands full of grocery bags, “Guys?” you call, closing the door with your foot, “Guys?”
You’re met by silence. Dodger bounds around the corner seconds later as you move into the kitchen and place the bags on the table. He jumps up onto you, pushing you back a few steps as he nuzzles into your chest. You scratch his head and behind his ears before cupping his snout in your hands, “Hey bubs. Where are those boys of ours, huh?”
A loud crash sounds seconds later, sending you and Dodger’s heads towards the ceiling. A string of curse words then float towards you, followed by heavy footsteps, and then two deep, irritated voices.
You glance back down at Dodger and pat his head, “Found ‘em.”
You skip up the stairs with Dodger in tow and head toward the open door of the attic. Steve and Bucky’s voices grow louder as you move closer and you can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face. You peek inside and let out a small laugh, covering your face with your hands as the two men argue back and forth.
Strings of lights cover the floor, some lit, some not. Garland is strewn about and is somehow tangled around Bucky’s ankle. The two golden reindeer that you usually put out in the front yard, are knocked over in the corner, the head of one of them sitting a few feet away. Frosty the Snowman stares ominously at you from the far corner, his left arm missing, his nose crooked. A box of ornaments sits in the middle of the floor, turned over and no doubt the cause of the loud crash.
Broken bulbs and shards of glass spill from the box as Steve angrily picks it up and slams it back into the corner.
“Brilliant job, genius. Just break everything why don’t ya,” Bucky says, rolling his eyes.
Steve runs his hand through his hair angrily before placing his hands on his hips, “I don’t see you lending a hand, asshole.”
Bucky turns toward Steve as he unplugs the string of lights in his hands, “Weren’t you the one that told me to test the lights? I’m testing the fucking lights, just like you told me to, Captain control freak.”
“Shut up.”
“You shut up.”
“Guys,” you chime in loudly, their heads snapping toward you as you step into the room, “Don’t fight.”
“He is impossible.” Bucky sighs, plugging in another string of multicolored lights.
Steve huffs loudly, his hands still on his hips as he turns to face you. You smile softly and move towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you fall into his chest. You hug him tightly as you close your eyes, taking in a deep breath of his musky scent. His muscles are tense as you push your hands underneath his shirt to massage his back. It takes him a minute or two, but he finally drops his hands from his waist and cradles your body before lifting you from your feet.
You smile as he flattens his forehead to yours and expels a deep breath, “I’m sorry, babe.”
Bucky tosses another string of lights into the “good” pile as he cuts his eyes over at the two of you, “Why are you apologizing to her? I’m the one that’s been putting up with your cranky ass all damn day.”
You chuckle as Steve sets you back on your feet, “Aww, come mere baby.” You coo, reaching out towards Bucky, beckoning him to you.
He’s in your arms in a flash, picking you up and spinning you quickly before plastering a kiss on your forehead, “Hello girlie.”
“Hello handsome.” You start, pecking his nose with your lips, “It’s nice to know that I can always trust you two to make an absolute mess while I’m gone.”
Bucky points toward Steve, “It’s always his fault, remember that.”
You glance back toward Steve, who still has anger and aggravation written all over his features. You swat at Bucky’s arm before placing your hands on Steve’s chest, “Stop picking at him, Buck. What can we do to make you feel better baby?”
Steve shakes his head and lets out another breath, “I’m alright, I just…”
His words fade away as he sighs again. You and Bucky both know what it is. You’ve both been trying to tread lightly, trying to keep things festive to take his mind off of it, but after seeing Morgan and Pepper last week, he hasn’t been able to get out of his funk. It’s the first Christmas without Natasha and Tony, but also the first Christmas the three of you have spent together in five years.
He’s a jumble of emotion - happy to have both of you back after Thanos took you and Bucky away, but still blaming himself for the entirety of it all. You wrap your arms around his neck and tilt your head as you let your eyes bounce between his. You just want to take it all away.
“There’s really nothing I can do?” You ask softly, letting your hands skip down to his chest and then his stomach as a slow smile creeps onto your face.
Bucky wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder as he looks up at Steve, catching the subtle signals you’re sending. His fingers starts to dance around your hips and around your ass, pinching and groping as you sink your teeth into your bottom lip.
You let your nimble fingers drop to Steve’s crotch, cupping him gently as Bucky’s warm lips start to nibble at your neck. You keep your hand steady, rubbing Steve gently through his brown pants as Bucky nips at your earlobe with his teeth. Your eyes start to flutter as you lean back against Bucky, your hand gripping Steve’s cock a little harder.
Steve pushes his index finger into your chin, tilting your head up towards his. He kisses you deeply, moaning into your mouth as you slip your hands into his pants. You massage his length, his girth warm in your hands as he hardens from your touch. He releases your lips as he inhales sharply.
Bucky rucks your dress up around your waist before sliding his hands underneath the straps of your thong that dig into your flesh. He pushes the thin material down your legs and pushes them off into the corner with his foot. He steps back slightly to both admire and ogle your ample behind before leveling a quick, sharp slap against it.
You yelp but fall into a fit of giggles as he drops to his knees and palms your ass in both of his hands, jiggling your flesh before diving face first between your cheeks.
Steve rids your body of your dress, leaving you completely naked. He tweaks your hardened nipple, rolling it between his fingers before he cups your breasts in his hands, groping your soft flesh firmly as he kisses you again. He drops his hand to your sex, cupping your heat in his palm before he slips his fingers between your wet folds.
You moan softly as you widen your stance to let Steve finger you properly. You hiss as his fingers dance along your slit, teasing your insides before he flattens them against your clit. You roll your hips into his hand, and then back into Bucky’s face as he slips his tongue between your ass cheeks, tickling your tight hole.
You grip Steve’s bicep, your fingernails digging into his skin as he pulls his dick free of his pants. You hear the zipper of Bucky’s pants unzip as he stands behind you and then feel the tip of his cock slide between your legs. He pulls you flush against his chest and cranes your head toward the ceiling, cupping your chin in his hand.
Bucky pushes into your asshole slowly, his mouth going slack as your tight, warm body gobbles him up. He shoves the tips of his fingers into your mouth for you to suck as he starts to move, pulling completely out of your before stuffing himself back in.
You arch your back as you groan from the pressure. You gasp when Steve’s fingers suddenly thrust into your cunt and curl against your spongy g-spot, stroking it gently. You watch as Steve strokes his cock, dragging his large hand from his base all the way to his tip.
He pulls on his balls as he lets his eyes wander around your bouncing tits and brown skin as Bucky fucks you from behind. He pumps his fingers into your sex - your wet muscles squeezing his digits, affirming that you are a perfect fit for the both of them. He withdraws from you and rubs his thumb along his sticky, soaked fingers before popping them into mouth. He moans as he tastes your juices, his hand starting to pump his cock faster.
Bucky wraps his arm around your waist and squeezes you to him as he fucks your tight asshole. His metal hand wraps around your neck and he presses softly, applying a slow, steady pressure. He knows what you like.
You grunt loudly as flashes of heat and electricity start to bounce throughout your body. Your muscles tense as Steve and Bucky push and pull at you - both men hungry for your sex. Their hands and lips and tongues are everywhere, nipping, and groping, and licking as they go, wanting to drive you toward a shaking release.
Steve grabs your calf and anchors your leg over his forearm, leaving you to balance yourself against Bucky and on one leg. He teases your dripping slit with the tip of his cock, brushing it lightly through your lips before slamming into you. You dig your fingernails into his shoulder as he starts to fuck you hard and fast, his hands gripping your hips.
You rest your head against Bucky’s shoulder and let them have their way with you. Bucky’s fingers find their way back into your mouth, Steve’s cock fills your cunt, Bucky’s dick stuffs your ass. It’s a Christmas dream. You slobber over Bucky’s fingers as your own wetness splashes against your thighs. Sweat starts to prickle at your neck and chest, a few droplets collect together and slide between the valley of your breasts.
Steve leans forward and drags his tongue through your tits, collecting the salty sweat with his tongue as he goes. He sucks your nipple into his mouth, nibbling on it softly before he bites down, drawing another sharp yelp out of you.
You feel Bucky shutter behind you as you squawk again when Steve pinches the inside of your thigh. He likes to hear you scream. Bucky drops his metal arm to your thigh and squeezes until your squealing from the delicious pain.
“You are such a good girl, baby.” He whispers in your ear, “Isn’t she a good girl, Steve.”
“She’s the best fucking girl.” Steve laments proudly, still pounding away as he pulls on your nipples.
Your cunt tightens as flashes of your orgasm start to rush through you. You shiver as they push you towards your release. They both know you’re close as sweet encouragements falls from their lips to praise you, stroking your ego and satisfying your need to hear that you’re their best girl.
“Ooh baby,” Bucky slurs, “You’re gonna make me cum pretty girl.”
You groan loudly, crashing back into him “Fuck yes. Fill me up baby.”
He pumps into you, as hard as he can, until he can’t take anymore. He spills into you, his warm ribbons filling your ass as he grunts in your ear. Steve rubs your clit quickly as Bucky cums, to push you right over the edge. Your cunt quivers as you cum around Steve’s dick - your clit jumping up and down as you contract.
Steve cums as you cum, shoving his dick deep inside of you so you can feel every spurt, every jolt as his dick jumps inside of you.
Bucky pulls out of you with a pop, and spreads your ass apart to watch as your body begins to push his spunk back out of you.
You’re a sticky mess - your cunt and ass slippery and warm as their cum slides down your thighs. Steve kisses you hard again before he pushes his fingers through your folds again, coating his fingers with the mess of cum.
Bucky follows suit, pulling your face from Steve’s to kiss you as he too wets his fingers with your natural secretions. He brings his fingers to your mouth and places them gently on your bottom lip. He watches through the slits of his eyes as you accept his fingers into your mouth again, moaning deeply as you suck the tangy sweetness from his fingers.
Your legs are jello, your mind hazy as you allow Steve to lift you from your feet and into his arms. He steps over the piles of lights and garland, Bucky right behind the two of you as Steve walks you through the house and to your bedroom. He throws you onto the bed and you giggle as you bounce against the mattress.
“What about the decorations?” You ask as you cuddle into the soft, warm blankets.
Bucky pulls his shirt over his head and drops his pants before he climbs onto the bed. He pushes your knees apart and settles on his knees between your legs, before sliding his cock into your pussy before you can protest, “We’ll worry about that later.”
Steve’s cock brushes along your parted lips before he pushes into your mouth, “Yeah. This is about making me feel better, remember?”
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The beginning of the end - Bucky Barnes x Reader
Title: The beginning of the end
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2,351
Warnings: None
Summary: You live a happy life with Bucky and the man has found the peace he’s been looking in his entire life, despite your family’s and friends’ worries. In spite of his past, the man has been nothing less but a gentleman since you met and now that you are his girl, he wants to do the best to get your parents’ approval as well. However, your peace is soon interrupted when he is accused of something he never did.
If someone ever told you that you'd find yourself waking up in the arms of a soldier you'd have laughed in their face. If someone ever told you that you'd find yourself waking up in the arms of a soldier who had lived through World War II and was alive and so young to tell you about it then you wouldn't have even laughed, just assumed they were crazy and left. But here you were.
You blinked several times, no longer being able to fall back asleep because of the annoyingly blinding morning light shining through the window. As your eyes adjusted, you took in the sight before you and instantly felt your lips pull into a soft smile.
Said nearly-100-year-old soldier was laying next to you, his arms wrapped around you protectively yet in a loose way so as not to suffocate you, your legs tangled with his and all of it a total mess with the bedsheets tangled even worse around your bodies. Half your body was laying on top of his, your head on his chest listening to his soft heartbeat. You smiled even more, letting your eyes flutter shut as you buried your face in the crook of his neck and took a deep breath to savor his scent. You snuggled by his side, taking the opportunity that you didn't usually have because the man was more often than not worrying about too many things or trying to sort out anything that could be going through his messed up mind at the moment. You wished so bad you could help him but you didn't know what to do.
You looked up to see his face, only to see his beautiful eyes gazing back at you lovingly “Good morning, beautiful.” he whispered and you gave him a lazy smile.
“Good morning to you too handsome.” you whispered, leaning up to kiss his lips “How long have you been awake?” you whispered
“Long enough to memorize as many details as I could about your sleepy pout.” he said with a half smile and you gasped softly, hitting hi chest.
“I don't pout.” you frowned playfully.
“Oh you do.” he breathed out calmly, a soft smile on his lips “And it's insanely adorable.”
“I'm not adorable!” you hit his side this time but his chest rambled with a chuckle again.
“But you are! And incredibly cute, especially when you murmur things under your breath that I can't make out. Or even let out small whines and breathless sounds. Makes me wonder, what were you dreaming of, sweetheart?” he smirked and you rolled your but smiled nonetheless.
“I think you can guess what, sweetheart, but I won't tell you with who because it might hurt your poor old heart to hear it.” you teased back and he placed a hand over his chest.
“Ow, you wound me (Y/n).” he said over-dramatically and you giggled, kissing his cheek before he kissed your forehead, then nose, lips and cheek before burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“Then I promise to take good care of you later, soldier.” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair and felt his lips pull into a soft smile.
“Will your arms be ready for my broken body, my darlin'?” he asked softly and you smiled.
“And my lips ready to ravish it and every wound, my love.” you spoke softly, the small promise you'd made long ago being repeated by those words.
He kissed your neck before pulling away to look into your eyes, cupping your cheek “How can you even be real?” he said in a hoarse voice and your smile fluttered for a moment. There was a hint of sadness in it, a hint of regret and perhapssome bitterness besides the love he showed to you.
It made your heart ache for the man who had seen so much in his life that changed him for the worse; so much suffering he didn't deserve. You knew he saw you as his chance in happiness, a gift from up above that he didn't deserve, true love that could finally give the man the chance to build a home and above all finally rest afer war. You didn't give yourself that much credit but without questioning him you were willing to stick by his side and give him all he deserved. Nobody could have ever prepared you for something like this especially with how you met Bucky.
You had been planning to go on a trip to Bucharest with your best friend for very long and when you finally had gathered enough money you actually found the chance to buy the tickets and make it there. It seemed like any normal day that you were at the market, this one alone, searching for souvenirs to buy. You had been so occupied staring in awe at everything around that you had not see the person coming your way, leading in you stumbling and knocking the both of you down. It had originally seemed like on of the most cliche scenes from the romance movies your friends would watch but it had all turned into a horror for you when you realized it was the brainwashed soldier who had caused so much damage not very long ago back home that was laying beneath you, watching you with wide and wonder-filled blue eyes that, wrong or not, made your heart skip a beat.
Truth was that your first thought was to run as far as possible away from him, despite how your heart ached to stay there with him for a little more – not caring if you were on the dirty road. You had heard so much about him, things that scared you, knowing that he could kill you with a single hand in a matter of second. But the way he spoke to you that very first moment, the gentle voice and worried yet very curious beautiful eyes looking at you, had sent fear in the back of your head. And when he pleaded so softly for you to stay so that he could make it up to you for your spilled coffee, giving you an adorable half shy smile, you were a gonner.
And now you were so thankful for saying that small 'Ok' to him back then because now you wouldn't have such a caring and loving boyfriend in your life. A boyfriend who had proven you over countless occasions that he was a true gentleman, the kind that you'd watch in old movies and wish would still exist in modern life as well. A little old fashioned in many things which made your heart flutter inside your chest every single time, though.
Despite all the happiness, though, that you gave to each other you could see the moments of flashbacks or when his brain would bring up thought to dark to share with you.
“I don't know.” you whispered, resting your forehead against his “I keep wondering the same thing every time I see you... especially when you try to cook. 'My goodness' I say 'Will he blow up the entire apartment by boiling or frying an egg?'” you added playfully, hoping for a smile to form on his lips and it actually did.
“I'm trying!” he exclaimed and you giggled, kissing his lips.
“Oh an I appreciate it honey, but next time you want to surprise me with home cooked dinner date just order please.” you said with a grin as he rolled his eyes with a smile of his own “Until then, cooking is all up to me!”
“So, you want to be in head of the kitchen and don't like being called cute, may I ask why?”
“Well, it's not exactly that I don't like it, more like-” you let a soft huff, untangling yourself from him to wrap your legs around his waist as he laid on his back and looked up at you with a small smirk “I'm Bucky Barnes' girl, I should be a lil more tough, don't you think? I'm girly enough when I need to but I should be able to hold a fight myself too. Maybe even have a name like-” you bit your lower lip in deep thought “How about Wonder Woman? I think that would be badass!”
A deep chuckle left his lips “That would sound wonderful, darling.” he breathed out “But that doesn't mean you can't be cute while fighting too, you know.”
“If you say so.” you grinned, leaning down to kiss his lips tenderly “But for now, Wonder Woman needs to eat. If you'd like to join me I would love it, on the condition that you don't touch a thing.”
“Yes m'am.” he breathed out, giving you one more kiss before letting you get up from the bed and make your way to the small kitchen that wasn't all that far away anyway. It wasn't long before you got the mix for pancakes ready and started making some that you felt Bucky's arms wrap around your waist and his face bury in your neck from behind after he kissed your shoulder.
“Do you still need me to do anything for you?” he asked softly and you smiled, letting go of the pan as a pancake cooked and turned to face him, cupping his cheek.
“Yes, stop being such a gentleman.” you kissed his lips.
“Hmh” he hummed, resting his forehead against yours as he held your gaze for a moment before his smile fluttered “Wish your friends and family could see that too.” he confessed and your smile fell as well.
“Buck” a soft sigh left your lips as you traced your fingers over his scruffy jaw, the harsh exterior as he clenched his jaw and furrowed his brows could have put some off and scared others – like your parents and friends – but when you knew how much tenderness and softness lay underneath all that you only saw him as your sweetheart Bucky and not the Winter Soldier others knew “We've talked about this. What my parents or my friends believe about you is not going to change my feelings for you or the way I see you.” you had of course told the people that were closest to you who you were dating, because deciding to move to Bucharest out of the blue without explaining them wouldn't sit well with them.
“I know it's not, but-” he started but you cut him off by kissing his lips softly.
“There are not 'but's.” you sighed “You want to hear it? Yes, yes it hurts me to know my parents will one day come face to face with you and still be scared that you're a couple feet away from them because of what you could do. It hurts me to know that every time I talk with them they are going to bring you up and their wish for me to put as much distance between us because they think you're just bad for me. And it hurts me that I can't talk to my best friend about all the wonderful things you've done for me, how much of a perfect guy you are, because she will just try to convince me you're doing this because you have some sort of plan for me. It hurts me, yes, it hurts me that they think you're just wrong for me when you are the best thing that happened to me in my entire life. I will only hope that one day the see you, the real you Bucky, the one that I got to meet... the one that he knew.” you looked down at his open textbook that had a photo of Captain America in it “And will understand why I fell in love with you, they will understand how good you really are for me. But I will not for a second doubt my feelings for you, or yours for me, because I know you would never hurt me.”
“I would give my life for you.” he breathed out in a low slightly melancholic but completely sincere voice.
“And that's what they'll see one day and realize how right I was all this time. They will realize how you would always take care of me and that the brainwashed soldier is merely a bitter memory that won't make his appearance ever again.”
“I really hope you're right on that one.” he sighed, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek and kissed the other.
“When am I not right?” you asked with a small giggle “You just try to look cool when you barge in and save me.”
“Is Wonder Woman actually going to let me save her?” he raised a playful eyebrow and you grinned, shrugging innocently.
“I will make an exception and pretend to be the damsel in distress.” you kissed his lips “Now, since you wanted to help I think we could use some fruits to go along with the pancakes other than the syrup. You think you can make a quick trip to the market?”
“Anything for my best girl.” he kissed your lips one last time before letting go of you and putting more clothes on to cover his upper half and of course a hat and gloves to cover his hands, mostly the metal one. He gave you a final kiss, whispering “I love you” against your lips before he left the small apartment to go buy some fruits for you. Once the pancakes were ready you decided to clean up the space a little bit, humming to yourself your favorite song but for most part enjoying the comfortable silence.
A silence that was soon broken when you heard the door creak and instinctively turning to face your boyfriend. Or at least who you thought was him.
“Hey baby did you find the...” but you trailed off when you locked eyes with the man “You're not Bucky.”
“No, no I'm not.” he said with weary eyes “But I'm here to warn him, as a friend.”
“What's wrong, Captain?”
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You Always Hurt The Ones You Love (Part 6)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
AU: Professor!Bucky Barnes/ Teacher!Bucky Barnes
Series Summary: You fall for your smoking hot literature professor Bucky Barnes (quite literally) what follows you never predicted would happen.
Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, teacher-student relationship (but like it’s all legal chill) and mentions of PTSD because it’s Bucky, SLOWburn we’re in for a long ride
Word Count: 3k
A/N: Get ready, this is gonna be one hell of an emotional roller coaster for the next few chapters, enjoy :)
MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST | Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
You- Hi, Nat told me that you carried me home all the way from the subway when I fell asleep and I'd just like to say thanks! :)
You texted Bucky in the morning right after Natasha filled you in on what happened after you fell asleep, however she did miss out Bucky's freak out over you being his student and him drunkenly admitting he had feelings for you. You weren't sure if it was the right thing to text him, yes he gave you his number but that didn't mean you could just text him any time, it may have been just for you to send that video.
Bucky- Hi, it wasn't a problem, I'm getting used to carrying drunk you home now ;)
You- Ha Ha 🙄 very funny
Bucky- How's the hangover?
You and Bucky ended up texting for a while before you had to go to work. You went from talking about the party to talking about random stuff, you honestly didn't understand how you could talk to Bucky so much it got so bad that Natasha was noticing. "Who you texting?" She'd ask and you'd just lie but she knew it was Barnes she knew, but she didn't tell you. On Monday you were ill, so I'll that you decided you're staying home, or more like Nat told our to stay home. So you emailed all your professors for the day saying you won't be in due to sickness and straight away Bucky texted you.
Bucky- so I'm guessing you're hungover?
You- Nope I'm actually ill, I know a shocker for a student
Bucky- Get well soon!
You- Thank you, now you should probably get back to work or whatever 😂
Bucky- Pop quiz, I get to sit and do nothing
You- I'm so glad I'm ill
Bucky- 😂
You decided to go back to sleep as you were feeling light headed and tired, when you woke up you finally took a shower for the first time that day, put on some short shorts and an old hoodie, then wrapped yourself in a blanket relocating yourself on to the couch and began watching your favourite TV show. You were surprised to hear a knock on your door so you stood up with the blanket still wrapped around you and you plopped over toward the door you checked who it was and you saw someone turn around and walk away, you recognised him instantly so you opened the door and said "Bucky?" With a hint of confusion.
"Oh good I thought I went to the wrong flat." He said in relief turning around to face you. "Hi." He said with a smirk probably caused by your state of confusion and your outfit that consisted of the puffy blanket.
"Hi, do you wanna come in?" You said still confused, standing to the side to let him in and he walked in. "Not to sound weird or anything but how do you know where I live?" You said in your state of confusion.
"The night after Bruce's party I carried you home, Natasha lead the way." He simply explained while taking his back pack off.
"Ah right." You said remembering the day.
"Anyway I'm not here to take up your time I just thought you'd probably want some stuff since your ill." He began opening his backpack. "So I got you tissues, chocolate I hope you like it, tea, you said you liked, cold medicine and I went to the bistro not too far from here and got you some soup." Bucky said and your jaw litterealy dropped, this was the man of your dreams at that moment you knew.
"Wow Bucky, if this is something you do when your friends are ill I'm gonna be ill more often, thank you so much." You said in amazement.
"It's honestly not a problem, oh and I bought over some work you missed from my and Steve's class so bring that in whenever your back." He said in more of his "teacher" voice.
"I take that back how dare you, I bet this was all a test of you checking if I'm actually ill." You said jokingly plopping down on the couch with a fake angry face and Bucky laughed.
"I bought you soup! Doesn't that like equal out with the fact that I'm making you do work?" He tried to negotiate.
"It's not fair I'm ill I don't want to be writing essays I'm so gonna email you telling you I've lost this." You said turning Netflix back on.
"I'm glad to know you value your education." Bucky said sarcastically and you laughed. "Anyway I've got a meeting to head to so I've got to go, enjoy the soup... and homework." Bucky said with a slight smirk.
"Thanks professor." You said rolling your eyes and saying it as if Professor was the most vile word to ever exist making Bucky laugh. "No in all seriousness thank you so much for this, mostly for the food, I'd hug you but I'm ill." You said standing up and walking him to the door.
"As I said it's not a problem, get well soon." He said with a smile.
"Thanks, bye."
"Bye." He said walking out the door and you shut it trying to comprehend what just happened. You didn't know how to feel, Bucky was perfect, if he wasn't your teacher you would be non stop flirting with him in hopes of him liking you but he was your teacher, he reminded you of it constantly. You did end up finishing his assignment or "homework" li he called it. At the end of the next lecture you had with him you wakes up the the front of the class where he was packing up to give him the assignment. "Hey you feeling better?" He asked noticing it was you.
"Yeah, just a bit sleep deprived because I was finishing this." You said putting the assignment down on his desk.
"Wow, I honestly didn't think you'd ever do it." Bucky said honestly.
"Yeah I wanted to prove you wrong that's why I did it." You said with a smirk and he laughed.
"What did Steve say when you have him the assignment or did you not?" Bucky asked.
"He was basically as shocked as you are." You said and Bucky laughed.
"I knew you'd do it." Bucky said confidentiality.
"No you didn't." You retaliated.
"Yeah, yeah I did." Bucky said with a smile and you rolled your eyes. "Anyway I'm heading to go grab a coffee and since you didn't sleep because of this assessment care to join me?"
"Yeah that would be great actually, I tried to get coffee at home this morning but couldn't." You said with annoyance as the two of you walked out the lecture hall in order to leave campus and go to a nearby coffee shop.
"Woke up too late?" Bucky questioned.
"No Wanda,"
"The one I met in the bagel place?" Bucky questioned.
"Yeah her!" You said happy for some reason that he remembered. "She and her boyfriend are remodeling their apartment so she's staying with me and Nat and it's SO crowded." You said your voice sounding exhausted.
"I can imagine." Bucky said with sympathy.
"The worst part is Vision, Wanda's boyfriend, insists to cook, but it's like he has no taste buds so it's usually bad and we just all eat it pretending that it's good, I miss food with taste." You said with a hint of saddens.
"I mean if you miss food so much you can always come over to mine for dinner." Bucky offered.
"No that's a lot of hassle." You said not knowing if he was being genuine or just trying to be nice.
"It's really not, since Dot I live alone it would be nice to have some company once in a while. I mean Steve and his fiancé visit often but it's just I don't know."
"It feels like they pay more attention to each other than you so you still feel alone?" You asked.
"You nailed that, yeah."
"Yeah I live with Wanda and Vision now, and I feel like I'm just a ghost in my own house watching them live their life."
"Wow this is way to deep before coffee.". Bucky said as you walked into the coffee shop and you laughed. "But honestly the offer still stands.
"I may actually take you up on that, do you want me to buy anything? What food we making?"
"I didn't think that far ahead." Bucky honestly said and you laughed. The whole time you were in the line you were planning what to eat, when you ordered coffee Bucky paid for it and you felt warm inside and happy that he's so kind to you. The two of you found a table and finally decided you'll make spaghetti bolognese for dinner. "Okay so what do you want me to buy and bring with me?" You asked and Bucky pulled a face like he's thinking. "Nothing I think I have everything, maybe something to drink."
"I think I have wine at home, do you like wine?" You asked.
"I love wine but don't tell Steve because I used to call it a girly drink but then I tried it, now it's my guilty pleasure." Bucky explained and you laughed.
"Okay I'll bring wine." You said with a smile.
You arrived at Bucky's that evening around eight, and he opened the door in just jeans, with wet hair and a towel draped around his neck. "Hi, sorry I lost track of time and just got out the shower." He said as he opened the door and it took everything in you not to check him out. "Ooo wine." He said with a smile.
"Hi, yes I bought the wine as promised you said handing him the bottle.
"Please come in, I'm just gonna go quickly, actually chuck some clothes on." He said walking out the room in his mind being shocked that you bit your lip upon seeing him - even though you personally didn't realise- he knew he was attractive as in he had the "good" body at least that's what society thought but he never thought you were in any way attracted to him. Although if he was being honest with himself he did purposely open the door top less in order to see how you'd react. When he came back into the room you were in the couch looking at your phone and making weird faces at it. "What you doing?" Bucky asked walking in.
"Telling Nat I won't be there for dinner and she needs to suffer alone." You simply replied.
"And you're telling her this be making weird faces into your phone?" Bucky questioned.
"No I'm using Snapchat." You explained.
"The all for nudes?" Bucky was extremely confused.
"No okay sit down old man." You said and he sat down next to you. "Look these are filters, the dog one is everyone's favourite." You explained clicking on the classic filter. "If you open your mouth see a tongue comes out." You said and Bucky opened his mouth and laughed unbeknownst to him you were recording and you kept recording for another few seconds while the two of you messed around with the filter. "Okay so now I recorded that, I can save it, post it to my story or send it to a friend or all three." You explained pointing at all the features, and also saving the video.
"But why would someone want a video of us playing with a filter?" Bucky asked honestly.
"I mean no you don't send stuff like that okay look I have a photo message from Nat because it's red and I got a video from my little brother because it's purple. So that's the two things you can send." You explained and Bucky nodded his head. "So Nat sent this." You said clicking on the snap and opening a selfie where she's rolling her eyes with the caption "vision thinks he can make tacos it's going to taste like shit again"
"So now I'd reply, so I take a selfie." You say taking a selfie with Bucky, and saving it just out of reflex. "Then I'm gonna add 'sucks to be you' as the caption, and send it." You said doing what you were saying.
"Right so it's texting plus selfies." Bucky said.
"Yeah or Peter my little brother likes to send videos because he's too lazy to type." You said clicking on a video of Peter, he was walking through the kitchen to the living room talking to his phone. "May is making dinner so if you want to escape Vision come over." He said with a smile. "Oh also." He added excitedly stopping and his eyes going wide. "Look at my new t-shirt it's a maths equation that says find X and X is circled and it says found it, get it? I love it so much." He said with a smile showing off his t-shirt to you and both you and Bucky laughed at Peter. You began to record a response straight away. "You're such a nerd!" You said zooming in on your face and zooming out and Bucky laughed. "But also that'sAReallyCoolTshirtAndI'mTottalyJealous." You said really quickly and under your breath and Bucky skilled as if he was trying not to laugh. "Anyway thanks for the food invite but I got this guy to cook for me." You said with a smile pointing the phone more onto Bucky and his eyes widened in a 'Really?' type of way as he said "that's what she thinks, but actually she's cooking." He said you scrunched your face up and replied. "Mean. See what I have to deal with Peter." And you shook your head before ending the video and sending it straight to Peter.
"Okay I get it, it's a fun way to talk." Bucky confessed.
"Exactly." You said.
"Anyway hungry?" Bucky asked standing up.
"Always." You said and he laughed pulling you up from the couch.
"Okay time to make some food I guess, I'll get the pasta and stuff out can you pour us some wine or whatever you want to drink, glasses are in the cupboard above the sink anything you want to drink is in the fridge." Bucky explained pointing to everything.
"Okay, you want wine I'm guessing." You confirmed and he nodded. The two of you ended up cooking in together harmony but also messing around. You were in charge of the sauce and he got the veg for the sauce ready and started to cook the pasta. Bucky turned on the radio in the background so you two had something to listen to although the two of you spent most of the time cooking talking, with moments where you two would sing along to songs or dance along. "Okay I think the sauce is ready." You said tasting it, the pasta was already done so Bucky was just sitting on the island counter behind you. You turned around with a bit of the sauce in the wooden spoon and bought it up to Bucky's lips. "Try it and see if you like it." You said and he did, his eyes going wide. "That is amazing!" He said and you smiled turning off the cooker. "Okay dinner is ready then." You said and Bucky jumped off the countertop. The two of you ate dinner with some light conversation it was really nice and you honestly forgot this was your teacher, it felt more like a date. "Do you want help with washing up?" You asked after dinner.
"I made you cook I'm not gonna make you clean too what kind of a monster do you think I am." Bucky said and you laughed.
"Technically we both cooked." You pointed out.
"I put water, salt and rice in a pot and let it heat up. That's all I cooked." Bucky said and you agreed with him.
"Okay fair point." You said. "Anyway I should probably slowly get going because I have an early shift at work tomorrow." You said with a hint of sadness you were really enjoying your evening.
"Okay I'll walk you to the door." Bucky said after putting the dishes in the sink. "Thank you for coming over it was nice to have someone around here again yano." He said opening the door and not making much eye contact.
"Honestly my pleasure it was nice to have a peaceful and tasty meal unlike anything that I'd ever get at home with Vision and Wanda around." You said and Bucky laughed.
"It tasted good because you cooked it." Bucky said and you shrugged. "Anyway have a good day at work tomorrow and thanks for coming once again." Bucky said as you stood in the doorway.
"Thank you for inviting me." You said as the two of you hugged goodbye. "Bye." Oh said in the hug before something unexpected happened as you pulled out from the hug Bucky leaned in and kissed you before immediately pulling away.
"Fuck! I'm so sorry." Bucky said in fear and shock and you didn't reply. "Old réflex from back when I was with Dot, I'm sorry bye." Bucky said closing the door as you still stood there shocked. He shut the door in your face and you just stood there for another few seconds trying to comprehend what happened. Professor Bucky Barnes just leaned in kissed you on the lips softly and immediately pulled away in embarrassment. It was a reflex he said that, it didn't mean anything you knew that but it didn't stop you from wishing that the kiss lasted a bit longer so you could kiss back so you could feel his chapped lips for longer however you knew how extremely wrong that was. When you gathered your thoughts from the shock you began to walk out the apartment building but you still heard a final "FUCK! FUUUUUCK!" Come out of Bucky apartment before hearing a crash. You decided to keep walking knowing that going back and asking if he was okay would just cause more awkwardness. You dreaded going back to class.
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The Tale of Bucky Barnes pt. 6
Here’s part 6! It’s the longest part so far and we’re really getting into the heart of the story now. Once again, ALL the Avengers belong to Marvel and the Galavant plots belong to the writers/creators of the show.
The Tale of Bucky Barnes Masterlist
Warnings: Very long part. More arguing, Unspoken feelings, betrayal...a touch of humor.
Pairings: Eventual Bucky Barnes x fem!reader, Preserum!Stever Rogers, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner
The next evening, Sam asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to alert everyone that it was time for the next part of the story. He didn't have to wait long before he heard everyone making their way to the living room. He sat down in his usual seat, ready to pick up where he left off. Sam would be lying if he said he wasn't as excited as everyone else to see where this story was going to go. "Alright, you guys ready?" he asked, mostly to the children, but the entire room cheered happily. Sam smiled. "Okay, here we go."
"You should have listened to me, but nooooo. You just had to be the hero and do things your way with no room for negotiation!" you snapped as the bandits lead you through the woods, down to the shore. "At least I wasn't the one yelling so loudly they caught us. And if it hadn't been your voice, your snores would have lead them to us." You glared at Bucky. "I do not snore." Bucky chuckled humorlessly. "Oh yes you do, Princess. Like a bear."
"Oi! You two, quiet down!" one of the bandits ordered. You finally stopped arguing. After a moment, Bucky spoke again. "Please tell me you hid the jewel." You would have clenched your fists had they not been tied in front of you. "No, I'm an idiot. Of course I hid the jewel. Somewhere they'll never find it." Bucky breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't as if he wanted the jewel, but he knew that, once the bandits had it, they would have no more need for the three of you.
The bandits marched the three of you down toward the water, where all manner of men were gathered. One look and you knew exactly what you were dealing with. "Pirates. Not bandits. Pirates," you whispered. "That's right. The most fearsome pirate crew you'll ever meet." For the first time, Bucky felt a small twinge of fear. Pirates weren't exactly known for their mercy around these parts. "Wait," you started, making Bucky look at you, "If you're pirates, where's your ship?" Bucky glanced toward the water again and, sure enough, there was no ship there.
"I'll ask the questions around here. But first, give us everything you've got of value and we may let you go when we're done." A man, presumably the captain, turned to face you all. To your surprise, this captain didn't look menacing at all. In fact, he looked rather meek. You were about to say something to Bucky when one of the pirates produced the jewel you thought you had carefully hidden away. "Well, look what we have here."
"Oh g-really? In your purse?!" Bucky complained. You glared at him. "I didn't think they would find it! I put it with my girls' supplied! Guys never look there!" Bucky couldn't argue with that. Most men tended to shy away from things like that. But still, you couldn't think of a better place? "Please, Captain, that jewel is sacred to my people. I really need it." The captain fixed his gaze on you. "Now it's sacred to my people, girlie." You started to argue, but he cut you off. "Enough!" You jumped at his sudden anger toward you. For someone who looked so meek, he could certainly strike fear into people's hearts. But it was that anger that made Bucky realize exactly who he was talking to.
"Wait. Captain Banner? Captain Bruce Banner? The pirate captain with the fiercest temper on the seas? Said to make the sea tremble with fear when he yells?" The captain, Bruce, looked mildly sheepish. "Guilty. And I know who you are, Bucky Barnes. Tales of your deeds have even reached us across the sea. Sorry about your girl, mate." Bucky flinched. "Yeah...thanks."
"Look, all I want to do is return home and save my kingdom. Bucky is helping me do that and going to rescue Queen Natasha at the same time. Please, just let us go." Bucky looked at you and then back at Bruce. "Actually, it would mean a lot if you could help us. Take us to Princess Y/N's kingdom on your ship." Bruce once again looked embarrassed. "Uh, about that...we can't."
"Why not?" Bruce pointed a finger toward a hill. The three of you looked and gasped. On the hill was Bruce's ship, the Hulk. "What happened?" Bruce made a gestured like it pained him to tell the story. "We got caught in a bad storm. The waves took us up to far and we hit the hill. It's stuck there now." It took everything in you and Bucky not to laugh at them. You needed them to get home.
"Okay, so Bruce is a terrible pirate," Tony commented, earning a smack across the back of the head from you. "Be nice. Keep going, Sam. Tony isn't going to interrupt anymore. He's going to try and set a better example for the children. Sam laughed, but continued on.
"Maybe we can help you get it down," you offered and Bruce snorted out a laugh. "No offense, missy, but the two of you can't stop fighting. We could hear you all the way here." Steve sighed dramatically. "THANK YOU!" You and Bucky glared at Steve. "Fair enough. But if we can get your ship down, will you be willing to take us to my kingdom?" Bruce thought for a moment. "Sure. We'd owe it to you." You grinned. "Then, I think we could try and get along long enough to get your ship back into the water."
You, Bucky, and Steve all went to work with the pirates to devise a plan to get Bruce's ship back onto the water where it belonged. To Bucky's surprise, you actually had some really good ideas for it. You were able to finally agree on something and come together with the pirates. It took hours, but you were able to get The Hulk off that hill and soon, you were aboard and sailing for home.
"What? That's it? No fighting? Come on, Sam where's all the action?!" Clint cried and your son nodded in agreement. When no one said anything, Tony turned to you. "Hey, how come they didn't get a smack to the back of the head?" You arched a brow. "Because I can't reach them." Sam held up his hands in defense. "I promise the action is coming. Now the princess, Bucky, and Steve are sailing toward Y/N's kingdom where King Tony is eagerly awaiting them. But our dear princess is having second thoughts."
"Uh, Bucky, are you sure about this?" you asked. You had been sailing for a while now and, the closer you got to home, the more guilty you felt. Bucky didn't deserve what you were doing to him. "You could die? Tony could set a trap for you." Bucky rolled his eyes. "Well, since he has no idea I'm coming to rescue my love, then he won't have the opportunity, will he?" You bit your lip. "I suppose not, but what if you're too late?"
Bucky rounded on you with fire in his eyes. "I won't be." You turned away from him. "Bucky, please. You can't do this. Tony will kill you. I know because...I'm betraying you to save my parents." You turned back around to see that he wasn't even listening. He was staring off into the distance. At your castle. "I'm coming, my love," he whispered. It was like a knife was being twisted in your heart. How on earth were you going to stop him from walking right into a trap?
Another hour and you were finally docked. You went ashore quickly. You had to get to King Tony and tell him you couldn't go through with it. You had to just give him the jewel and get out as quickly as you could. While Bucky and Steve were busy, you snuck off toward your castle. Tony was there in the throne room when you entered.
"I won't be your pawn any longer. Take the jewel, but spare Bucky's life." Tony just raised an eyebrow at you as he stood from his throne. "I thought you wanted me to spare your parents' lives." You nodded, jutting out your chin in defiance. "I do, but I won't let you hurt Bucky either." Tony looked into your eyes. For a moment, there was silence, then he began laughing. "Oh, how cliché. The princess has fallen in love with the hero! This is too rich."
��You didn't reply. His accusation had taken you by surprise. Did you love Bucky? No, there was no way. Was there? You shook your head, but your heart was telling you something different. Tony didn't leave you alone in your thoughts long. "No, you don't get to back away that easily, Princess. You will bring me the jewel, and I will kill Bucky or you will watch as I kill not only Bucky and your parents, but everyone left in your entire kingdom and burn the place to the ground! Do you understand?" You swallowed thickly. You had no choice and you knew it so you nodded.
You returned to Bucky and Steve with a heavy heart. "Hey, Princess! Where did you go?" You forced a smile on your face. "Oh, I was finding somewhere safe to hide the jewel." Bucky actually smiled at you and you felt yourself nearly swoon. This wasn't his arrogant, hero smile. It was a genuine smile. "Good thinking. Here's a disguise for you. We're going to sneak in through the wine cellar, just like you planned." You nodded.
Your tongue felt like it was glued to the roof of your mouth as you made your way back to your castle, this time with Steve and Bucky. Getting into the castle was easy enough. Tony knew you were coming and exactly where you were coming in from. Once inside, Bucky turned to you. "Now, where are Natasha and your parents?" You were saved from answering by Tony's voice. "Well, well, well." Bucky drew his sword quickly. "Bucky, don't!" Clint grabbed you and held a knife to your throat. Tony smirked as he drew closer to Bucky. His eyes left Bucky's to look at you. "Thank you, my dear princess for bringing Bucky to me."
Bucky glanced between you and Tony in confusion. "Princess?" You didn't reply. "Y/N...what is he talking about?" Tony chuckled. "Oh, she didn't tell you? She's been working for me this whole time." Bucky and Steve stared at you in disbelief and anger. You could see the sting of your betrayal in their eyes. "Take them all to the dungeon. We'll be having a little execution party tomorrow." Clint and several guards grabbed the three of you and practically dragged you down to the dungeons.
You and Steve were thrown into a cell with your parents while Bucky was put into his own cell next to yours. To your surprise, Sam was there too. "What are you doing here, Sam?" Sam sighed heavily. "I told Natasha I couldn't keep going behind the king's back. She had me thrown in here." Bucky huffed. You looked up and saw his steely gaze still fixated on you.
"Bucky, I-" He cut you off quickly. "You betrayed us. Sold us out to King Tony." You nodded. "I had to. He was going to kill my parents...my people. I wanted to tell you. I tried so many times, but I couldn't do it." Bucky didn't seem to care as he went on to ask the next question. "And Natasha? Did she even want me to come rescue her." You bit down on your bottom lip as you shrugged. "I cannot believe you would stoop so low, Princess."
"Bucky, please. I-" He tore his gaze away from you and walked to the other side of his cell. "Don't. Just don't." From the corner of his eye, Bucky saw you sink to the ground and begin sobbing. "I'm so sorry." Despite the feeling of his heart tearing in two, Bucky ignored you. Just when he was beginning to feel something for you, this had to happen. Meanwhile, in another part of the castle, an even deeper betrayal was taking place.
"Oh no! Poor Bucky and Princess Y/N! Uncle Sam, are they ever going to fall in love?" your youngest asked. Sam smiled at her. She was curled up on his lap. "Forget that, are they ever going to get out of the dungeon?! And what about this other betrayal? Who's betraying people now? And who are they betraying? The people want to know, Sam!" Sam quieted everybody. "I promise I will tell you everything. But it's past the kids' bedtime." With collective sighs, everyone got up and went about their business eager for the next night of story-telling to come along.
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Sing For Me - Chapter Five
Fandom: Marvel Avengers
Pairing: Bucky Barnes X OFC (Sasha), (a little Steve X Natasha)
Characters: Bucky Barnes, OFC Sasha, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark
Author: @amandaoftherosemire
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 2,641
Format: Series (Complete)
Warning: language, angst, fluff, slooooow-burn. (Future chapters will be NSFW due to smut)
Summary: Natasha figures out something is going on with Bucky and Sasha. She corners Bucky to pump him for information.
A/N: Not consistent with Marvel canon. I just started writing fanfic, please be patient. I’m open to constructive criticism and any help more experienced writers would like to offer. We’re almost done with set-up and about to get to the action. Thanks for bearing with me.
Banner by @hellzzzbelle
Sing For Me Masterlist
Chapter Four here
Chapter Five
At 6:30 the next morning, Natasha calmly sipped her coffee and watched Steve gather ingredients for breakfast. He was mostly useless in the kitchen, but the man made excellent pancakes.
"Why don't you just use biscuit mix?" Nat asked.
Steve looked up, a little confused. "I learned how to make pancakes from my mother. She never used a mix."
"I'm not complaining," Nat said with a little half smile. "Your mother's pancakes are delicious. I just wondered."
Steve pinked up a little at the compliment and smiled shyly at her. He enjoyed spending these early mornings with Nat. They were both up earlier than anyone else and they often had coffee together before everyone else started piling in. He liked to talk to her, just the two of them, because he felt like the mask slipped a little and he got to see the real Natasha.
The real Natasha had a wicked sense of humor and a quick wit. She didn't care for people easily, but when she did, she was fiercely loyal. She could be kind and generous, but in a subtle way that didn't draw any attention. She seemed to understand instinctively a lot of the things Steve wanted to say but couldn't put into words.
Natasha deliberately came into the kitchen early every morning to spend time with Steve. He was so open and honest. After all her years in espionage, it was a relief to just be with Steve. Everything he felt and thought crossed his face, and in her years knowing him, she had learned to interpret nearly every look. She could relax and be herself because Steve couldn't be anything but himself if he tried.
Other members of the team trickled in, getting coffee, ribbing each other, but Nat noticed that Sasha had yet to put in an appearance. Looking at the clock, Nat pulled out her phone and shot Sasha a text.
Hey girlie. It's 7:10. You're gonna be late to the meeting at 8:00 if you don't get your ass in gear.
Nat looked up as Bucky came into the kitchen. He looked tired, but happy? Natasha narrowed her eyes. Bucky didn't look happy most of the time, let alone this early in the morning and especially when it was to attend a meeting. Watching him out of the corner of her eye as Steve started plating pancakes to the cheers of the others, Nat noted that he took two coffee cups down and filled them both.
Nat's phone chirped. It was Sasha.
Fuck everything. Meditate. Coffee. Be there soon.
Nat grinned and shot back, In that order? I’d put coffee before fuck everything but okay. Sasha was the absolute worst morning person she'd ever met. Nat chuckled a little when Sasha's response was nothing but the middle finger emoji. When she looked up, Bucky was gone and so were the two cups of coffee. Nat narrowed her eyes and filed Bucky's odd behavior away until she had more information.
When Sasha pirouetted into the kitchen a half hour later, she was singing. The grass green swing dress she wore set off her warm coloring and reflected in her eyes, deepening the sea green color. As she spun into Sam's arms, the full skirt of her dress spun around her.
"Dip me, Sam!" she shouted.
Laughing, Sam spun her out to the end of his arm. With a tug, he pulled her back in and dipped her backward. "Good morning, sunshine," he said as he pulled her back up and gave her a loud, smacking kiss on her laughing mouth just as Bucky walked in.
Bucky started to scowl, a tinge of what he refused to call jealousy creeping up the back of his neck. He was about to move towards Sam and Sasha when he saw Nat set her paper aside and stand up. Her moves smooth as butter, the former assassin pulled out her Glock and pointed it straight at Sasha.
"There’s something wrong with you,” she stated, cold as ice.
Everyone, including Sasha, froze.
"Okay. Ouch. But why are you pointing a gun at me? I mean, I’d ask why you have a gun at breakfast but I’m not a fucking moron so… what’s up, Tash?” Sasha smiled winningly.
Nat felt herself relax slightly and knew Sasha was trying to calm the room but didn't lower the weapon. Steve stepped forward to place a hand on her shoulder. "C'mon, Nat," he said softly.
"Steve," she said, not taking her eyes off Sasha, "have you ever known Sasha to sing and dance before 10:00 AM, with no coffee?"
"I have had coffee!" Sasha cried.
"Steve, smell her breath," Nat commanded, none of her inner amusement showing on her face. She had seen Bucky flush when she brought up the coffee. That's what she thought.
When Steve walked to Sasha and leaned in, Nat noticed Bucky's metal hand clench into a fist. She let none of her glee show as she mentally fist pumped. She'd been nudging Bucky toward Sasha for months.
Sasha blew out a breath that ruffled Steve’s hair. "She's got coffee breath," he announced, grinning into Sasha's eyes. Nat saw Bucky's eyes narrow at the look on Steve's face. This was too easy, she thought.
Nat reholstered her weapon and sat back down. "Alright, then," she said as she turned back to her crossword puzzle.
"I found two cups of coffee on my table when I came in from meditating. I thought you left them," Sasha said, sitting next to Nat at the counter. Steve went back around to the other side and pulled the pancakes he'd been keeping warm for her out of the oven, setting them in front of her with a flourish.
"If you're gonna be so nice, Steve, I should have Nat pull a gun on me every morning," Sasha thanked him with a wink.
"Well, I mean--," Flustered, Steve tried to say that it was nothing, but Natasha's voice cut across him, "That can always be arranged, Sashenka."
Sasha threw her head back and laughed. "I may get a gun in my face some days, but at least living here is never boring." Digging into her pancakes, she gave Nat a friendly shoulder bump. It had taken a long time for Nat to warm up to Sasha, but since then they had become very close.
"So, if you didn't bring me coffee, who did?" Sasha asked, looking around the room.
Natasha saw Bucky duck his head and pretend to give his breakfast his undivided attention. "Who said I didn't?" she asked, not taking her gaze from the newspaper.
Sasha frowned, "But if you brought me coffee, why did you pull a gun on me?"
"I guess we'll never know, will we?" Natasha said dismissively.
Sasha's mouth popped open and she stared at Nat's impassive profile, her face drawn into an incredulous half-smile.
"Tash, you're a weird chick, you know that?" she commented as she turned back to her pancakes.
“Okay, listen up,” Tony said loudly to start the meeting. Everyone stopped talking and looked to Tony.
“Good news first,” he said, “Crazy Girl found me some breadcrumbs yesterday. Last night I followed them and found new evidence pointing us west. There's another base in the mountains of Washington State. Bad news, we don’t know if it’ll have anything we need. Hopefully, we'll either find our man there, or find more information to lead us to him. Sash?"
Sasha stood up. "Okay, the breadcrumbs I found lead to this man," she hit a button on the console that pulled up a picture of a boyishly handsome man. He had blond hair and a killer smile, but something cold and reptilian seemed to lurk in his steel blue eyes. "His name is Valentin Morozov. He used to be attached to Russia’s Foreign Intelligence Service but he’s since supposedly retired. We think he's the head of this operation."
"As you know, Hydra's been trying to obtain vibranium. We're not a hundred percent on what it's for, but we think they're making a weapon. King T'challa has been informed and he's taking his own steps to protect their vibranium. But we can't be sure Hydra can't find another source. This base in Washington should have more information. If Morozov isn't there, we may at least find more data to groove on."
"Sasha's greatest joy," Tony said, and she grinned at him. "F.R.I.D.A.Y., send the Operation: Starbucks folder to everybody in this room.”
“Right away, Mr. Stark.”
“Tony. Starbucks?” Rhodey asked with a sigh.
“The base is in Washington. I assume it has a Starbucks. So, everybody take your homework, go over it tonight, and we’ll meet back here for the party planning tomorrow at 10:00.”
After the meeting, Nat made sure to walk out next to Bucky. She slipped her arm through his metal arm and smiled up at him. “Hey Buck. Do you have a minute? I could use a hand.” As she said “hand” she shook the arm she was holding and grinned cheekily.
Bucky rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth quirked up. “Sure. Lead the way.”
As they walked toward the elevator, he asked, “So, what can my hand do for you?”
Bucky raised an eyebrow at Sasha’s back as she walked to the lab. He thought he heard her mutter under her breath, “Oh, I’m sure I could think of something.”
“Pickle jar,” Nat said smoothly as the doors opened. When they stepped inside, Nat hit the button for the ground floor.
Bucky turned to Natasha and raised an eyebrow. “You keep the pickles in the lobby now, huh?”
“Come for a walk with me and let me be mysterious a little while longer," she ordered with a smirk.
Once outside, they started walking towards the park. Nat let her arms swing a little as she tipped her face up to the sun. Bucky squinted and scowled.
“I want to talk to you, but I didn’t want to risk anyone overhearing," she said as they got to the corner and joined the crowd waiting to cross.
“Nat, coming from you, that’s terrifying.”
“Isn’t everything?” she asked with a smug glance in his direction.
“Natalia.” He said it quietly, using the name he had first known her by. She knew when he used her old name that he was serious. She was silent for a few minutes
“I want to talk to you about Sasha,” she replied gravely as they reached the park.
Bucky felt a flush of embarrassment creep up his face and cursed silently. He took a seat at one of the tables around the square. “What about her?” he asked as he leaned back, trying to look unconcerned.
Nat sat across from him and leveled him with a flinty stare. “You took her coffee this morning. Not only that, you took her two cups because you know she’s only barely functional after one.”
“It’s not that big a deal, Nat," Bucky shrugged, deliberately nonchalant. "I knew she didn’t get much sleep, so I thought I’d help her make it to the meeting on time." Bucky frowned. "Wait, why did you pull a gun on her then?”
“I wanted to see how you’d react," Natasha replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. "How do you know she didn’t get much sleep? Was it your fault?”
Bucky was incredulous. “Jesus Fucking Christ, Natalia! That’s not a good reason to point a loaded gun at a teammate!”
Natasha snorted. “Calm down. It’s fine. The safety was on.”
Bucky stood up and paced away in frustration, a growl building in his chest. He couldn't believe Nat sometimes. He'd never met anyone so blasé about death and danger.
“Stop trying to dodge the question. Did you keep Sasha up all night?” she asked accusingly.
“Yes, but not like that!” Bucky hissed as he sat back down. “We texted for a while last night.”
“You guys live next door to each other." Nat paused to consider. "Aw. That’s cute," she said with her habitual dispassion.
Bucky stared at her. “The fuck is wrong with you?”
“Says the man who spent the night texting with a woman he was literally less than fifteen feet away from,” she sneered.
Bucky gave up trying to avoid telling her the whole truth. There was a reason that Nat was almost always sent to interrogate prisoners. “Look, it’s a good way to be friends with her but still maintain some distance.”
“Distance?” Though her voice barely changed, Bucky knew her well and could tell by the slight change in inflection that Natasha was pissed.
“Come on, Nat. Look at who you’re talking to. I’m all kinds of fucked up. A dame like Sasha shouldn’t hang around a guy like me,” Bucky said, his head in his hands.
“Ah. And your reluctance to spend any time with the woman in question wouldn’t have anything to do with said woman’s ability to read and manipulate your emotions,” she replied archly.
“Of course it does. I don’t want her to feel my emotions. I don't want to feel my emotions. Sasha is… pure.”
“Bullshit. You’re afraid she’ll see something you can’t live with,” she said viciously.
Bucky looked at her in surprise. Nat was really pissed. “Natalia.”
“Or you’re an idiot. Do you think she’s naïve? Who does Sasha spend the most time with? You think Tony has nothing but light happy feelings? You think any of us do? She lives with us, immersed in our feelings day in and day out. You think she’s any stranger to the dark side of humanity?”
Natasha voice got stronger and harsher. She was on a roll now.
“You think you'll break her? You think she’s weak? So are the bones in the hand. But if you break a bone a little bit over and over it grows back stronger. She's made of steel now. You think she’s defenseless? If she's so defenseless, why are you so afraid of her?"
“I-“ Bucky started to defend himself, but Nat cut him off.
“I was right. You’re an idiot.”
“I’m getting real tired of you calling me an idiot,” he said, sneering.
“Then stop acting like one." Natasha poked a finger into his chest. "You saw a sweet happy woman and never bothered to look beneath the surface. You should know better.”
Bucky looked down at where she was poking and conceded, “Okay, yeah. You have a point. I didn’t know until last night that the Ice Queen has a something of a temper.”
A small half smile moved over her face. "Think about that. What else don’t you know about her?”
“You could tell me,” Bucky stated with his patented charming smile. Unfortunately for him, Natasha was immune. She merely gave him a pitying look and shook her head.
“Question?” she asked, “Who texted who first?”
“She texted me.”
“Something else to think about. I’d be shocked if she didn’t know exactly how you feel and found a way around it. Go ahead and keep your distance, you coward. Let me know how that works out.”
Natasha stood up and started walking back to the tower. Bucky jogged to catch up.
“Oh, and Buck?" she said, a wide, bloodcurdling smile spreading across her face. "My Sashenka doesn’t have it in her to take revenge. But I do. Watch your step.”
Bucky just nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
They walked in silence for a few minutes before Bucky spoke up again. “How did you get over it? Being exposed to someone like that?” he asked.
"Actually, that's more her story than mine. You should ask her about it."
He groaned, frustrated. "Why do you always have to be so damn mysterious all the time? Can't you ever give a straight answer?"
Natasha didn't even spare him a look. "No."
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