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d4nshyp3r · 26 days ago

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it’s not living if it’s not with you || bucky barnes one shot

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

summary: what happens if you ditch a party to smoke on a balcony with your best friend bucky barnes.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: MDNI!, porn without plot, smoking, drinking, a bit of swearing, p in v, unprotected sex, sub!bucky, softdom!reader, creampie, idiots in love

a/n: guys… i haven’t written anything since 2022 but this man is plaguing my mind i can’t do this anymore. anyways, i hope you enjoy!!

As you made your way to the elevator, you smoothed your dress down before hitting the up button. Tony was hosting his annual party commemorating the Battle with the Chitauri and additionally, the beginning of the Avengers. The tower was filled with handpicked reporters, chosen by their merit in journalism and how well they could make Tony look. Apart from that, anyone who had ever fought with the Avengers and knew them personally, socialites and politicians and other billionaires you couldn’t name.

The whole thing was a show for Tony and his friends; he always went all out but he made sure everyone had a good time. Regardless, you tend to feel overwhelmed in large and loud crowds so it was understandable that you had made your way downstairs to smoke on the balcony. You were secluded enough that no one could find you, but still able to hear the music and chatter a few floors up, so it was the perfect spot to get lost in for a few minutes.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, revealing a concerned pair of steel blue eyes. Smiling softly you joined him, the comfortable silence between you falling easily. James Buchanan Barnes, former Russian assassin, and one of your closest friends though you wouldn’t admit it to anyone. Truth is, you knew you were one of the few people he was close to and chose to trust, so that must mean he considers you his friend, right? Still, the topic of your friendship with him was one you avoided commenting on with everyone, because you couldn’t talk about him without revealing how in love with him you were.

You weren’t embarrassed, but it was shameful how speechless he could make you, a grown woman, just by smiling and saying good morning. You hated feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush, but you couldn’t stop thinking about him if you tried; and you’ve tried.

Trying to ignore the slight blush creeping up your cheeks by how good he looked, you turn to the mirror and pretend to fix your hair and make sure the straps of your dress were secured; already feeling too exposed as you caught his eyes roaming the open back your dress had. Thankfully he didn’t comment on it, choosing to start some light conversation for the short moments of silence you had.

“You know those things will kill you, right?” He glanced at you, sniffing slightly, noting the smell of cigarettes clinging to you. The light smile on his face telling you he was only half joking.

You slightly turned to him, leaning on the wall behind you, “Well, something has to eventually.” You both laughed lightly, remembering the countless missions and near death experiences you’ve shared. “Trust me, you’ll be begging for one as soon as you set a foot in there.”

“Oh, you know how all of Tony’s parties are, it can’t be that bad.” He stated, the doors opening and depriving you of answering and the sweet bubble you found yourself on with him. He was never one to be excited for parties or large gatherings, keeping to himself and his routine, but surprisingly he was very optimistic about any event that presented itself.

The immediate roar of laughter and music and chatter filled the once quieter elevator. You look at him and catch his expression falter slightly, making you giggle to yourself. One should never underestimate Tony’s parties.

You stepped out before him, being pulled into a conversation between Bruce, Yelena and some woman shamelessly flirting with her. Not caring much what the topic of discussion was, you turned around to find Bucky, sad to discover he had already been pulled in the sea of overexcited party-goers.

A few hours had gone by and you still hadn’t found Bucky. To say you were disappointed was an understatement but you didn't make it that obvious, engaging in any conversation that emerged and inquiries from the reporters to keep you distracted.

You squeezed your way through the crowd and found yourself at the bar, thanking Tony for the endless supply of alcohol helping you get through the night. As you waved the bartender down and asked for the fourth refill, you felt someone sliding next to you.

“Sergeant Barnes, you seem to be enjoying yourself.” You said turning to him, noting the blush on his cheeks and the light smirk he couldn’t seem to shake.

“Thor is to blame for that. He brought enough mead to share with the whole continent.” He commented, slightly leaning in. You had seen Bucky drunk probably a handful of times, since he usually chose to stay behind when the group went out. Still, it was an amusing sight.

You couldn’t help but notice how he mumbled more than usual and his eyes glistened a bit; along with the pink on his cheeks, the blue of his eyes seemed brighter than you had seen them before. The closeness and his unwavering gaze on you made your heartbeat pick up, your ears turning hot.

You looked away trying to regain your composure, looking over at Thor entertaining Alexei and Peter with another one of his countless stories. The bartender brought your drink and as you turned back, you caught Bucky glancing at your back again. You take a sip of your drink, noting how he seemed to be enjoying the sight very much. You could use this to your advantage and play with him a little bit.

“So, what’s on your mind, Soldier?” You say as you set your drink down, slowly meeting his eyes and stepping a little closer. The alcohol was making you way more confident than usual, and he noticed yet didn’t comment on it.

Instead, he copied you, stepping closer until your breaths almost became one, quickly glancing down as your tongue wet your lips. “Is that offer from earlier still on the table?”

Surprised, you only smirked before grabbing your drink and his hand, heading to the elevator once again.

The combination of the light breeze on the balcony and the smoke in your lungs soothed you immediately, although Bucky’s unrelenting gaze made you squirm in your seat.

“Told you so, by the way,” You say in hopes that some conversation might distract you from the way his half-lidded eyes would not leave you. “Admit it, I was right.”

His eyes trailed over to your lips as you took another hit, licking his own before replying. “Never in a million years, Doll.”

Choosing to ignore the way your heart sped up by the nickname rolling off his tongue like honey, you look away laughing, “Oh come on, your pride will still be intact. I won’t tell anyone, I swear.”

He didn’t reply immediately, and now, in the silence, you noticed that he wasn’t entirely drunk, but the drinks had clearly affected him enough to loosen his mouth.

“God, that dress is killing me.”

Your smile dropped, unsure how to respond, you only looked at him.

He took that as his sign to continue. “I mean, wearing that in front of a hundred-and-ten year old man is just cruel. Are you trying to kill me?” He didn’t laugh, no smile in sight; just pure and honest. His gaze held yours, the words spilling out of his mouth shocking you even more.

“Boldness suits you, Soldier. You should try it more often,” You tried regaining your composure, joining him in the dangerous yet exciting dance that emerged between you. In any other situation, your words would’ve failed you, and thanks to the alcohol coursing through your veins right now, you found the confidence to follow his lead.

He had always been reserved, even with you. Keeping to himself and his thoughts, only speaking when necessary or when he felt comfortable enough to add something with the group. So many times had you imagined what it would feel like to cross the line with your relationship; stepping into the dangerous waters of seduction and flirtation. The darkness enhanced your feelings, imagining what he would say, how he would say it and how his reaction would be to your approach. Yet in the countless daydreams and hopes you held, you would’ve never imagined him to be so direct, honest and shameless.

“What can I say? You bring out the worst in me.” He smirked, clearly seeing through the brave facade you put on trying not to crumble at his feet. He leaned in as he said this, not caring about the shameless way he stared at your lips.

That’s all it took for you to give in, not bothered if this ruined your friendship any longer. If you were sober, you would’ve given it more thought, surprised by this new side to him you were unfamiliar with. But that was not the case, so without letting another second pass, you closed the mere inches between you and pressed your lips to his.

He wasn’t taken aback, eagerly reciprocating your kiss. It wasn’t messy or rushed. He took his time, letting his cigarette fall on the table before taking your face in his hands. It was slow yet rough, as if years of waiting and uncertainty finally came to a tipping point. He kissed you like he needed the very air in your lungs to breathe, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you as close as physics would allow.

He slowly moved the two of you near the wall, pressing you gently against it as one hand moved to the back of your neck, guiding your movements. The other gripped at your waist, as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Small whimpers left your lips, becoming overwhelmed with how his arms engulfed you entirely. You were both breathless but refused to pull away, getting drunk off of the kiss.

He moaned lightly, pressing his hips into you as he grabbed one of your legs and wrapped it around his waist. Always a gentleman, he pulled away heaving and pleading at you with his eyes. “Please, darling. Please, I need you. I need you so bad.” His lips then moved to your neck as he continued begging, making you moan with every word that left his lips. “Please, please doll. Don’t do this to me. I can’t handle it any longer.”

You knew he hadn’t gone out with many women after he got out, but you never expected him to be this needy. It was a sight you could get used to, the way his voice got higher, the nonsensical rambling and his eyes completely glossed over. You were enraptured by him and didn’t think once for a second to turn down his requests.

His head dipped down to your cleavage, his composure completely gone by now as he kissed his way down your chest. He was falling apart, acting like a starved man; the way his pants shook his whole body and his head fell, eyes closed and brows furrowed. You had seen him this way before but strictly after particularly taxing missions, never once had you imagined the sight of him being this affected just by being so close to your tits.

Your hands fell from his hair, trailing their way down his chest and stopping at his belt. His head snapped towards you, before he helped you undo it. He removed his suit jacket and threw it somewhere behind him before dropping to his knees in front of you. His hands trailed up the back of your legs, finding your panties and pulling them slowly down your thighs as he kissed his way up your inner thighs. The sight made your knees buckle, his eyes held pure adoration and devotion, as well as raw desire and hunger.

Although you wanted to keep him there as long as possible, you were as desperate as him, needing to feel him inside of you immediately. You grabbed his chin with your hands, pulling him up. “Come here,” The simple command had him standing up, as if he would do anything you asked of him at the moment. “That can wait.”

You grabbed the hem of his pants, undoing the button and pushing down the zipper. You took it upon yourself to push his pants and underwear down, just enough that you could pull his cock out. It felt heavy in your hand, the tip so red it was almost purple and already leaking precum. He was surprisingly trimmed, something you wouldn’t expect from such an old fashioned man. The sheer size shocked you, but you were wet enough that it could just slip in easily.

He helped you by pulling your dress up, grabbing the fabric and keeping it tightly around your waist. You guided his cock towards your weeping pussy, teasing yourself with his tip as well as him. “C’mon Doll, you’re really trying to kill me. Please stop teasing me, you don’t know how long I’ve been holding back. Please darling, let me fuck you.”

Cutting off his rambling, you pushed him in, letting him finish the job and bottoming out. A throat-rattling gasp left your lips, making you throw your head back at the feeling. Not only was his cock impossibly thick, but you hadn’t fucked in a while and the last guy was certainly no comparison. He whimpered looking down at where your bodies met, groaning at how your pussy pulsed around him, making him leak more precum into your soppy hole.

After a few seconds, he started moving. The stretch burned in all the right ways, making you grip onto him for support. You tried not to be too loud, not caring about the party-goers upstairs, but at the neighbors who might still be awake. He was fighting his own battle. After so many years he was practically a virgin again, trying his best to make the moments last and not cum too early. The once highly trained soldier now at complete mercy for your cunt.

He took it slow at first which you appreciated, slowly building up the knot forming in your cores. The feeling of his heavy cock being strained by your pussy was enough to make you cum, but it only got heightened when he brought his fingers down to your clit, slow and precise circles making you pull him even closer.

Your breaths mingled together, sharing kisses here and there and unintelligible phrases about how good it felt. Neither of you could form a proper sentence, completely lost in the feeling and sharing the same breaths. His head went back to your neck, peppering kisses from time to time and a breathless so fucking tight every few thurst.

Your breaths shortened and your moans became louder, as his movements became sloppier and the circles he made on your clit became faster. You were both close and you knew it, both disappointed by how quickly it took you to come undone, yet it was unstoppable given how long you had both waited for this. “Are you gonna come for me, honey? You gonna fill up my cunt with your cum? Wanna make a mess for me?”

He was too busy trying to remember how to breathe, nodding as he mumbled in agreement, whimpering as you pulled his hair, taking his head away from your neck. You kissed his forehead, then his cheek and finally his lips, grabbing his cheeks with your hand and making him pout. His lips were pink and his face flushed, completely fucked out and willing to do whatever you asked.

You moaned loudly as your orgasm took over you, kissing him as he followed right after. His movements slowed down as your cunt milked him for every last drop of cum, making him squirm from oversensitivity. He slowly put your leg down and helped you put your panties back on, before tucking away his cock into his pants.

You grabbed his face and hissed him, this time gentle and satisfied, completely spent out by the events. “Fuck, I really wanted to take my time with you and make it last.” He sounded defeated but he laughed lightly, pressing his forehead against yours.

You giggled before kissing his lips once again, “Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of time for that.”

“God, you’re perfect.”

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its-in-the-woods · 18 days ago

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Reach For Me - Meeting

Masterlist

-Part 1 , Part 2

Pairing: James Buchanan Barnes/Bucky x You/x reader (afab) no use of y/n

Word count: 3.1k

Synopsis: You are starting a new job, courtesy of one Tony Stark. Tasked with becoming the head of medical and research for the Avengers and their companions. What you don't expect is to get under the skin of one ex assassin turned good guy, James Barnes.

Author notes: Hi 👋 I've never written MCU... so umm here we go...Nothing I write is short, this will be multi-chapter. Slow slow slow burn, they may not even like each other that much to start. Any characters from the MCU may appear. I will not note them cause there are too many, k. I will also not tag spoilers... be warned. This will be graphic, sad, and tragic... but there will be sparks I promise.

MINORS and AI dickbags GET OUT.

Rating/Warning: Missing limbs, prosthetic, wounds, ptsd, long silences, brooding, Bucky (you know why), mentions of past torture, physical and mental.

All mistakes, grammar, and plot holes are my own.

You sit in your Corolla looking up at the massive building a block away. There was parking under the building for you, had your name on it and everything. Least that’s what Stark told you, Tony Goddamn Stark. He’d rolled into your lab one day and tossed your whole world upside down. You’d had no idea he had been funding the university's research into neurolink prosthetics, or that he was the one that had backed your grant to get you through medical school. Now he wants you to be the head of medical at his infamous Stark Tower, keep an eye on the health of the Avengers.

Well it was more complicated than that. He wanted you specifically because you were a jack of all trades, you’d served in the military as a medic, done several years in New York's largest ER, before you’d decided to go back to your roots in neuro-science specifically to do with prosthetics bio-connections. That’s what he needed. Also someone who wasn’t scared to stare super-soldiers down and not flinch.

The last part you’d assumed to be a joke, but now sitting here you weren’t as sure. Drumming your fingers over the steering wheel you debated whether you should go in or not. How had you even ended up here? A doctor to the Avengers? It sounded comical just thinking about it.

How was it possible that you were more nervous than when you were jumping out of the back of a plane? Maybe you’d get to do that here too.

“Fuck it,” You murmur, shifting the car into drive you head to your new job.

***

It was a whirl of paperwork, most of it you didn’t understand, really should have brought it to a lawyer. The non-disclosure agreements were lengthy and in depth, but Pepper had summed them up as ‘What happens in the tower stays in the tower’. It felt vaguely threatening, but the paperwork was almost soothing at this point. The tower is massive, it has full medical facilities, dozens of labs, lawyers on payroll, and then there was the Avenger’s end of things. You have been given a special pass to work up there. You have a small team of medical professionals you would be working with. Along with the team of assistance and crew of speciality staff that kept everyone from fighting with each other.

The first day is just that, paperwork, here is your clinic, this is the labs, please file things here and here. This is how the emergency system works, if you see an alien no you didn’t.

You rubbed at your face as you sat in the small ‘clinic room’.White walls, that mix with metal paneling, behind you was a large glass window that looks out over the city. Beside you is your home monitor, the back would be facing the patient. Beside you were four others that you could use to pull up any images or information you needed to show the patient. You’d already decide that you need at least one or two plants here, yes it was a clinical setting but it wasn’t a jail cell either.

To your right was a door that leads into a small medical bay. It has a patient bed, and enough supplies for a full operation if needed. It was overkill really. You were dealing with gods, super soldiers, a green hulk, and the occasional super spy. Besides, there is already an operating theatre on this level that could be staffed within minutes; but it wasn’t your money to burn.

Closing out your computer you grab the tablet that had all your new patients information. Most of it was standard, blood test, x-rays, ct-scan, injury lists and more. All neatly packaged inside a metal and glass case, with an encrypt password and fingerprint scan. You want to go over all the notes in detail, make sure there was nothing that was a miss.

Keys, and bag in hand you close up the clinic door and head towards the elevator. The place was quiet for such a large building, you would occasionally see agents, assistance, and others but for the most part it was empty. You were sure when the world was being threatened by alien invaders it was a hot spot, but right now it just felt cold.

The doors to the elevator open up and you come face to face with Captain America himself and The Winter Soldier. Your heart pounds for a moment, but you quickly push that down, the mask of professionalism slipping on as you walk in. They stood in running gear, Captain in all blue, and Soldier in all black.

“Hi, I am Steven Rogers,” Captain America, Steve, said with a grin holding out his hand. “Hi,” You reply, giving him your title and shaking his hand firmly, before turning to The Winter Soldier. Steve gestures with his thumb. “That’s James Barnes, we are just heading out for a run,” Steve smiles, Bucky nodding at you but keeping his hands firmly folded across his chest.

“Nice to meet you,” You nod at James, who stays silent, just staring back at you. Shuffling over you stand by the far side of the door, you remember the headlines about what happened to him. HYDRA, you’d heard enough about them to wonder how James was still standing upright.

You mentally note to go over his file in detail this evening. The elevator shifts into a mostly comfortable silence, you don’t force conservation, and both men seem more than okay with that. You can’t help that your heart is hammering. Would be difficult for anyone to stand in a small box with two Super Soldiers at their back. Least that’s what you tell yourself. A chime at the main floor and the two men go to get off.

“Nice to meet you,” Steve says, with his signature smile. “We’ll see you around.”

“Have a good evening,” You reply, resisting the urge to slam the close door button. James looks over his shoulder once, his eyes connecting with yours before turning back to Steve. You tell yourself that it was just a silent acknowledgement, but it doesn’t feel like that. It feels like he is making sure you know that you’re being watched.

***

The room was small white, with the smell of metal and disinfectant hanging everywhere. One wall has four monitors, a small 3D model of him spun on one, another had his health stats, some just blank. He was interested in the one that showed what was left of his left arm and the one of his socket that attached the metal arm. He squints trying to read the little text boxes that hover over each point as they spin. Some highlight damages, others things that could be upgraded. The Doc had done her homework.

Looking at the images made him feel itchy, his hand going up to rub along where the metal seamed to his flesh. He mentally braces for pain to shoot through his neck, surprised when nothing happens, he'd gotten so used to them stopping him from touching it. The amount of times he'd tried to peel it off, ripe it out of his flesh, had led them to add tech that made it even more painful to try and remove.

He wasn’t pleased to be there, why did he need some doctor to tell him what he already knew? The arm had been acting up yes, but he was sure Stark with all his money and tech could fix it.

Yet here he was sitting in a chair with no exit strategy, beside jumping out the window. Fingers tapping along the arm rest of the chair, hoping that things could be over soon.

A quiet knock on the door has him sitting up straight. He adjusts his shirt, hoping the wrinkles didn't show where he'd been rubbing.

“Hi, James,” You say, slowly opening the door and walking in. Giving him a small smile as you walk over to the chair in front of the monitors. “Do you like James? Or would you prefer a different name?”

“Uh- James, James is fine,” He mumbles, just loud enough to be heard. Unsure how to feel now that you are standing in front of him.

He'd seen you a few times since the first meeting in the elevator. You mostly kept to yourself, saying ‘hi’ to anyone that crossed your path, making polite conversation, and generally fitting in. He'd also spotted you hanging with Tony going over tech, and helping him modify different gear. You always smile at him and say hello, even if he barely replies. Never treating him any differently than anyone else. It was refreshing.

Steve had said you had a good air about you. Natasha hadn't scoffed, even called you pleasant. So after nearly a month of you requesting him to come by he had caved and come down.

“Alright, so Mr. Stark has asked me to take a look at the arm you've had installed.” You chatter away, you wear casual clothes, a button-up purple shirt, and black slacks. No white coat or name tag. “He noted that it was uncomfortable, and wasn’t operating as smoothly. Do you want to tell me about that?”

Swallowing, he held his breath as you looked at him. There was no intention behind your eyes, you weren't mining for intel or assessing if he was going to explode, just a simple question. Yet he could barely find words to say.

“It's not bad, just needs some maintenance.” Bucky said flatly, his jaw clicking as he kept himself stiff. He wasn't going to go into detail to some stranger, despite how calm and cordial you were.

Or tell you that the pain kept him up at night, how it aches like it was frozen, or the nightmares. Shifting, he pushes those thoughts down, bringing him back to the present.

You nod, typing a few things into the computer. Not pressing him to answer or bombarding him with more questions.

“James, I know this is all still really new. You're still settling in and learning about us, and well probably whether you can trust us.” You take a breath, his eyes watching you look at the screen. A small wrinkle appears between your brows as you focus. It shouldn’t make his skin tingle when you look like that. “Plus I am new here, so it’s all new.”

You hesitate, lip worrying between your teeth, Bucky was definitely not filing all the little quirks you had, cause there was no reason for that. “I don't work for anyone, but you. Technically Stark pays me, but he doesn't meddle with what I do, there is no overreach. If you're not comfortable with the prosthetic I want to know.”

Bucky sits there, his eyes moving to yours, his body still as rigid as ever. “It's fine.”

It wasn't fine, but he had dealt with it long enough and didn't need anyone's help.

“Okay,” You reply, he can see you holding back a sigh. Disappointment flickering under the uncertainty. Why the hell did you care so much?

“Could I take a look at your arm? Please, tell me no if you're uncomfortable.”

Bucky shifts a little, his face scrunching at the words, he wasn’t used to someone giving him space. No one had pressed him to do anything he didn't want in the tower, but there were expectations of him. With you though, that didn't seem to be the case.

He shifts to the side, moving his right hand over to his left arm, the metal reacting to his touch. Gripping the metal he shifts and twists it so that it pops off the joint. Taking the arm he lays it out gently on the glass table with a clunk.

You roll over on your chair, not looking at the prosthetic, instead coming to look at the compression sleeve.

“Are you okay if I manipulate your arm?”He nods, but winces when you touch over the residual limb. The skin is sensitive, sore, and has deep bruises, he forces himself to stay still and not move away.

You carefully look over the shoulder joint. The sleeve on it was worn, and he knew you could feel the swelling happening underneath it. “I am going to remove the sleeve, take a closer look at the skin.”

You talk to him, despite his limited replies. He watches as you carefully pull the cuff down. The joint is swollen, covered with crude scarring, there are several pressure sores that ache.

You grab gloves and carefully feeling the joint and bone, fingers feeling the rigid metal that has been used to reinforce the bone.

Bucky shifts a little as your hand pushes against one of the sores. He can feel the line of his shoulders tightening up, as you continue to palpate it.

“I would like to do a scan of the joint,” You say, as you lift and move the arm. Carefully watching how it rotates and moves. As if you hadn’t just dropped a bomb on him.

“The socket shouldn't leave these pressure sores. Especially with the advanced healing you have, I have a feeling the bone and metal are causing the discomfort."

“I can’t do scans,” He swallows, his right hand shaking without his consent. The sound of the magnets flying around his head start to echo around him. Stomach twisting and tightening as he tries to suppress the urge to run.

You blink, sliding back just a little, giving him some space. “Okay.”

He watches the way you shift, how you carefully take off your gloves and toss them into the bin. “You are not going to want to talk about it, which is fine. I am going to talk through some steps we could take so we could get scans.”

His right hand clenches into a fist, sweat breaking out on the back of his neck. Using everything in his power to stay seated. You’re speaking but the worlds are not sinking in. He shakes his head, he wants to say something but all the words have been trapped somewhere in his throat. The panic is rising up the back of his neck like fire, he feels encased, stuck, breath and heart rate elevating.

“James,” You say quietly, moving so that you were directly in front of him. “We don’t need to do anything right now. Or even in a week.”

He looks right at you, trying to see past any mask you might be hiding behind. “I can get you a new sleeve, we don’t need scans for that.”

Trying to relax, he nods his head, hoping that you will keep to your word. His eyes move away staring at the floor, the pattern of the swirling speckled vinyl. His mind is a mess of images and sounds, the thumping of the magnets, the pulse of the electrical surge. The feeling of it buzzing through his head, the pain surging passed his skin and up his neck, how his molars ground against the mouth guard.

You move away rolling over to the prosthetic, looking down into where his arm latches. Examining internal workings, you go to pick it up and struggle. For some reason it snaps him out of his daze.

“I wasn’t expecting it to be that heavy,” You squint at it, rolling it over the glass surface with a clunk. Bucky picks it up and holds it out for you to look closer at.

You look surprised for a moment but then take the moment to place your hand inside where his nub goes in.

“Oh, yeah there are latches in here.” You move over to where he is sitting, you don’t touch him just exam, lining up where his pressure sores are and the latches.

“That should actually be a relatively easy fix. Would you mind coming to the lab-” You roll back to the computer, humming as you look at it. “Let’s do next Tuesday, Lab C, it’s on level seventy-eight.”

“Sure,” Buck says, his voice a gruff whisper. He takes his arm and clicks it back into place, rotating it and twisting it.

***

The door clicks and you slump into the chair, rubbing your hand over your face. That had gone as well as could be expected, the man was a ball of trauma wrapped in stone, and dipped in concrete.

Steve had warned you that Bucky was leery of new people, and took a long time to warm up. At least he hadn’t gone running the moment you asked a question.

Taking a breath you go back to your notes, you put in to have an assistant with you next Tuesday to adjust Bucky’s arm. It should be relatively easy, something that should have been caught weeks ago. Though, judging by the lack of notes from any previous Doctors, on James Barnes, they hadn’t spent much time with him.

You plug away sipping on coffee, you need to reread the notes that had been gathered about James. Well, if they could even be called notes.

You had seen the few videos that had been found. Had taken a good chunk of first week to sit and force yourself to watch them. To see what had been done to him. Stark had warned you, everyone had, but you wanted to know. To understand why James was the way he was, this was something you took pride in. Knowing who your patients were, what they had been through, and how it affected their day to day life mattered.

The videos ended up being the worst thing you’d ever seen, they had purposefully kept him partially aware of what was happening. They had used the pain to help brainwash him, making his body be in a constant state of fight, while not being able to fight at all. As they peeled open his body, shoving metal and wires into him over and over.

Then without any recovery time they’d freeze him, putting him under for an undetermined length of time.

Didn’t even cover the neuro trauma that had happened, the machine that used a combination of electric pulse and sound waves to affect memory. No wonder he didn’t want anything to do with CT scans, you shouldn’t have even brought it up. Groaning, you try not to beat yourself up over the misstep.

The machine they used wasn’t even completely understood, Hydra had of course destroyed it before anyone could get their hands on it. Maybe if you had it you could have worked at undoing the damage. Instead you were left with half ass notes, and grainy videos.

Pushing away from the computer, you decide it was time to go home. It had been a long day already, and you wanted to be in your own space. The drive back should be uneventful, meaning you could get to the lengthy amount of notes to spill over in your mind. Hopefully it would give you enough info to help James.

Part 2

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