#TFAWTS!Bucky Barnes

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you are in love series - part two

meant just for you

PAIRING: tfawts!bucky x grad student!reader

Chapter Summary: Without the barrier of identity between you now, you sympathize with Bucky and think of a way to make him a bit more comfortable.

warnings: FLUFF! some sad fighting with his past Bucky, but again FLUFF!

word count: 2.7k

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masterlist | part one

With the first signs of sunlight trickling in through the blinds and the early hum of traffic along your street, you stirred awake. The soft rays of dawn kissed your eyes as you settled into calm contemplation of the night before. The events were still fresh in your mind, and it was hard to believe such a significant part of Bucky’s life had been revealed to you. Even harder was the realization of how quickly you returned to feeling normal about it. The shock wore off almost instantly, and his presence returned to just James again, reminding you that nothing about him had truly changed.

You felt no aversion towards him—neither at the moment he told you, nor afterwards. The fear and repulsion he seemed to expect never surfaced. Instead, you were filled with awe and empathy.

To Bucky, his identity was tied to the events and actions of a past he had desperately tried to forget. But for you, it was about the life he had missed entirely.

Closing your eyes, you could hear it in the silence, the crackling strains of Sinatra, the melody that had brought a brief flicker of peace to Bucky’s troubled face. As the music played, you exchanged a few words, but not too many. You didn’t want to spook him, sensing the lingering tension after your discovery of his other name. He chose to stay, and you let him sit unmoving as long as he needed, letting him know you were comfortable with him there. In that moment, you were content to simply watch him.

The music seemed to cause a shift in him—as if the song reached into the depths of his memories, the parts he still cherished, and pulled him back to a time when things were simpler, when he knew how to be a part of the world. A time when he didn’t feel like he was taking up space that wasn’t meant for him.

That moment deepened your view of him. You realized how much had been taken from him—not just the music of his time, but everything that made life rich and full. Sent to war, never to return home, and then being thrust into a world that had moved on without him, a world where nothing felt familiar, just like Captain America had. The weight of that understanding pressed on you, filling you with a sense of urgency that lingered now, in the light of morning.

Seeing that fleeting calmness, the softening of his eyes as he listened, you knew he needed a lifeline—a way to escape the constant feeling of not belonging.

As the morning light grew stronger, a decision solidified in your mind: you needed to help him find that peace again, to create a space where he could retreat whenever the world became too much. A decision fueled by altruism, and perhaps, by the desire to see that beautiful look on his face again as he found solace in your apartment.

It wasn’t just about surrounding him with memories of the past. It was about finding a way to bridge the gap between the world he remembered and the one he found himself in now.

Finally pulling yourself out of your much-too-comfortable bed, you moved to the kitchen, your bare feet padding softly against the floor as you prepared a simple breakfast. The rhythmic sounds of shifting ingredients and the sizzling of butter provided a backdrop to your thoughts, which were still occupied by Bucky. His presence lingered, even in his absence, as if you could sense him across the hall in his apartment without needing to see him.

With the toast popping up, you added it to your otherwise completed plate and set it down at the small kitchen table. You grabbed your laptop and opened it, quickly diving into what you do best: finding treasures among other people’s old junk, all while working through your breakfast.

Your fingers moved quickly across the keys as you typed in the names of artists from the 30s and 40s you’d found on Google. The results flooded the screen—some listings for supposedly ‘pristine’ records, others showing signs of wear and scratches. It didn’t take long before you stumbled upon a lot of records—30s and 40s jazz and swing, bundled together in a collection. Some of the vinyls were described as being in less-than-perfect condition, with scratches that might affect the sound, but for $30, it was worth the risk.

The thought of Bucky being able to listen to more music from his time, music that could help him feel just a little more at home, made a feeling of warmth spread through you. You added the records to your cart, excitement building as you placed the order. It seemed like a small step, but felt a lot bigger. All you needed to do now was wait a couple of days for the package to arrive.

As you closed your laptop, you took a bite of your breakfast, the warm food a comfort as you considered the days ahead. The records would arrive soon, and with them, the hope that Bucky might find some peace, some connection to the world he once knew, and maybe even more of a connection with you.

Bucky had spent the past couple of days trapped in a loop, a repetitive cycle of hope and despair. The night with you had sparked something within him—a small flicker of what could be, of what it might feel like to be normal, to have a friend. But that flicker was quickly smothered by the reality he faced every time he closed his eyes.

His nightmares had been relentless, each one a violent reminder of who he really was. The images would blur and twist, merging the faces of those he had hurt with those he had lost.

He’d wake up on the floor, sheets sweaty and falling around him, the cold emptiness of his hardly furnished apartment pressing in on him from all sides, making him feel like he was trapped in a continuously shrinking box. Telling himself that he could move forward and live normally felt like he was just pretending.

He knew he was different, that the world was different. Without Steve, he was alone—no one else was stuck like he was. Just him.

The life he was supposed to have had was a distant memory, replaced by something darker, something he couldn’t shake no matter how many times he tried to convince himself otherwise.

But then there was you. You, who had looked at him with kindness instead of the fear he was used to. You, who had sat with him, listened to music with him, and hadn’t flinched when he revealed his secret, if he could really call it one. It had almost reminded him of Steve in a way. Knowing him, he would have accepted him immediately, just as you had.

For the first time in a long time, he had felt the crushing weight of loneliness ease just a little. The realization of how isolated he had been hit him like a punch to the gut. He found himself longing for your company, wanting to hear your voice, to see your face again.

But that longing came with a gnawing sense of guilt. He didn’t want to be a burden. The last thing he wanted was to drag you down into the darkness that clung to him like a shadow. He knew he shouldn’t get too close, shouldn’t let you get too close.

So, despite the pull he felt to reach out, to knock on your door and ask if you wanted to listen to more music, not knowing how else to connect with you, he held back. He decided to wait, to let things happen on their own, if they were meant to.

He wouldn’t tell Sam about this. And he definitely wouldn’t tell his therapist.

It was already hard enough to have to deal with the emotions as they were. If he told either of them he was just going to end up frustrated and annoyed by what they had to say. Sam’s jokes and his therapist’s lectures were just too much for him right now.

So, he waited. Every day he would find himself standing at the door, hand hovering over the handle, debating whether to take that step, to cross the hall and knock. And every day, he would turn away, convincing himself that he was doing the right thing, even though it felt like he was just running in circles.

The days passed by fairly quickly, with you busying yourself with admissions office job you had gotten at the university. After waiting, the lot of records you had ordered online arrives.

You headed down to the lobby, where the same disinterested worker from the other week was on the job. You were almost certain he was the only employee at this point. His eyes barely flicked up to you as you approached, his indifference almost offensive.

You couldn’t help but think you could probably steal everyone's packages and he would never know the difference, but being honest in nature and too excited, you took the box you knew now belonged to you up to your apartment.

Once inside, you carefully unwrapped the package, peeling back layers of bubble wrap and cardboard until you were through to what you cared about.

You inspected each record with care, worried with them being so old that they may be brittle. The listing had promised only slight scratches on some, the majority having stayed in their sleeves, untouched, for years.

A smile tugged at your lips as you saw the seller’s claims had been true. The records were in remarkable condition, considering their age. You decided to transfer them into new, clean sleeves to ensure they stayed as nice as possible and one by one, you slid them into fresh covers.

With the records now properly housed, you moved over to your setup, making space on the shelf. You cleared out one of the cubbies, sliding the new additions into their place. The final touch was a small bow you tied onto the ledge, to showcase that the spot was a gift.

Your heart thudded with anticipation. There was no reason to wait any longer; you wanted to share this with Bucky today if you could. You made your way across the hall to his door, your excitement making your steps lighter. Standing outside, you knocked gently, calling out his name to let him know you were there.

But there was no response.

You knocked again, your voice a little louder this time, but still nothing. Disappointment began to settle in as you considered the possibility that he wasn’t home, or worse, didn’t want to see you.

Just as you were about to turn away, you heard a sound behind you—the soft creak of a door opening. You turned back to see Bucky standing there, his expression unreadable but his eyes locked on you.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low, almost hesitant.

“Hey,” you replied, the relief washing over you causing a grin to replace the disappointment that had been on your face just moments before. “I was hoping to catch you.”

He looked at you, waiting, so you continued, “I got something I wanted to show you. Actually... it’s a bit of a surprise. I was thinking maybe you could come over for dinner again? I promise it’s for a special reason.”

For a moment, Bucky seemed to wrestle with something inside himself, his gaze dropping to the floor. But then he looked back up, a small, almost imperceptible nod following.

“Yeah,” he said finally, “I’d like that.”

As he closed the door, unseen to you, a smile spread across his face. Giving it time had been the right choice, but he had no idea what reason could be so special to invite him over for.

The rest of the day passed by in anticipation, your thoughts constantly drifting to the dinner you planned for the evening. As the time approached, you began preparing the meal, the kitchen filling with warmth that promised a good night ahead.

Just as you were finishing up on the stove, a knock sounded at the door. Quickly moving the pan off the heat and covering it to let the food simmer, you wiped your hands before heading over to answer.

When you opened the door, Bucky stood there, his expression slightly guarded, but with something else there as well. Maybe it was just curiosity, maybe just happiness to be here.

You hoped it was both.

“Come on in,” you said, stepping aside for him to enter, “I was just finishing up. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were spying on me.”

The two of you sat down, and slowly eating, the conversation which had started slow and nervous eased into something more relaxed. The topic eventually drifting to your past and his, you shared how you got there and Bucky, with a small, nostalgic small, told you stories of going dancing.

You couldn’t help ask more.

“Dancing, huh? I can’t really picture you out on the dance floor.”

Bucky chuckled softly, his eyes distant for a moment as if he were pulling the memory from a far corner of his mind.

“It was different back then. Everyone went. It was just something you did.”

The idea of Bucky, so often serious and reserved, out enjoying himself like that was both endearing and a little surprising. An idea began to form in your mind as you stood up from the table, making your way over to the shelves where your record player and collection were kept.

“Maybe you heard one of these when you were out there with one of your dates,” you said over your shoulder, pulling out the box you placed in the cleared cubby earlier.

Bucky’s gaze followed you, a hint of confusion knitting his brow as you came back to the table with the box. Setting it down in front of him, you opened the lid to reveal the records you had carefully collected, each one now neatly housed in its new sleeve.

“That,” you said, gesturing to the empty shelf, “is your spot. And this is the start of your collection. And if you want, you can add that Sinatra record from the other night in here too.”

For a moment, Bucky just stared at the records, recognizing some of the names through the clear plastic covering them, his fingers hovered, hesitant to touch something that felt so much like home yet so far removed from his current reality. Then, as the realization of what you were offering him sank in, a flicker of shock crossed his face.

“What is this?” he said quietly, his voice thick with an emotion he was clearly trying to keep in check.

You shrugged, smiling at him. “We could say it’s a happy early—or late—birthday gift maybe? If I need to have an excuse to give it to you.”

Bucky looked at you, a mix of gratitude and disbelief in his eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice softening. “It’s meant just for you. So, whenever you need it, a little bit of comfort, come and be familiar with something.”

Bucky nodded, his eyes glistening slightly, though he quickly looked away, trying to hide the depth of his reaction. You could tell the gesture had touched him more than he was letting on.

“Thank you,” he said, almost a whisper.

You leaned back in your chair, trying to lighten the mood a bit. “Maybe once you hear some stuff again you'll get an itch and have to show me how those old dances went. Since you owe me now you know? For starting your collection for you.”

Bucky’s lips twitched into a small smile, the tension easing from his shoulders. “I guess I do.”

And there it was again, you could hear it in the silence the same way you did the morning you ordered the gift, Frank’s voice in the back of your head.

In that moment, something shifted between you—a subtle but significant change. You’d take it one step at a time.

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Trust (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: You notice it during a quiet evening spent with Bucky and then it won't leave your head again. Bucky is afraid of touching you with his vibranium arm, going out of his way to avoid doing so. You take it upon yourself to try and show him that he doesn't have to worry that you're not afraid, and that you trust him completely. (Gender Neutral Reader)Word Count: 6,092 Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Mild Discussions of Past Traumatic Events, Mild Violence and Mentions of Fighting, No Y/N, Petnames (Doll, Love), Non-Graphic Smut Scene (To avoid it skip from "It was three days later" and continue at "You moved your hands", so skip the first paragraph there. Please do not read it and instead skip it if you are not 18+/ Skip it if you are a Minor) Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51380476

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The first time you noticed it, was during a stormy night which you had spent curled up in your bed with Bucky, reading a book while he was lying by your side, his head on your chest and his right arm looped around your waist. Eventually, you decided to turn down for the night, and seeing as Bucky had not moved for the past hour or so, you were careful as you put your book down and turned off the light, assuming that he had fallen asleep. But as you gingerly shimmied down on the bed he looked up at you and you gave him an apologetic look, thinking you’d woken him up.

“Sorry, Bucky, I just wanted to lie down so we can turn in for the night.” You whispered, pressing a kiss to his head as you settled on your pillow. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“You didn’t, Sweetheart. I was about to drift off.”

“You could have if you were tired, Love. I wouldn’t have minded.” You soothed, lips moving down to his cheek. “Why didn’t you?”

“Better safe than sorry.” He sat up and you watched as he reached up to detach his vibranium arm before putting it down close to the bed and lying back down next to you. “Now we can finally settle down.”

His words made you still in your movements, a terrible suspicion dawning on you that painted a lot of his previous actions in a completely different light. Bucky usually preferred to hold your hand with his right one and always had you sit by that side. During intimate moments he never touched you with his left hand and solely used it for keeping his balance. Every time you shared a bed he detached his arm before settling down. You had always assumed that it was simply more comfortable to sleep without the metal arm weighing him down and had it not been for his words you would have continued to think so but now you knew that this was not the only reason.

Bucky was afraid of hurting you with his vibranium arm.

For a few seconds, you mulled over that suspicion, thinking about how to breech the subject, how to assure him that you trusted him not to hurt you, to talk about his fears. But you were at a loss and when Bucky turned halfway back onto his stomach, head settling on your shoulder and face buried at your neck as his right arm looped around your waist you decided to not speak up about it for now. Bucky was exhausted from a long day and you wanted to offer him the comfort and safety he needed. So you just wrapped your arms around him and buried your nose in his hair.

“Sleep well.” You whispered, pressing a kiss to his head. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” Bucky mumbled back, voice soft as he held onto you tightly. “Sleep well, Sweetheart.”

“With you by my side, I always do.”

Against your skin, you could feel his mouth turn into a smile and despite your worries, you felt grateful that he was at the very least smiling and that he seemed comfortable. But his words still circled your head. Bucky was afraid of hurting you with his metal arm and he was actively going out of his way to keep it away from you. You wanted nothing more than to prove to him that his worries were unfounded but you didn’t know how to go about it -- and even if you did, you knew he wouldn’t believe you.

When the next morning rolled around, waking you with the rays of sun that gently fell in through the curtains and had long since chased the rain away, it only took your thoughts a few seconds to circle back to the previous night. A frown overtook your features as you once more thought about what to do but before you could come up with an idea a hand reached up to gently carass your cheek.

“What’s got you frowning first thing in the morning, Doll?”

You looked down at Bucky and gave him a soft smile. “Nothing important, don’t worry.”

“I wasn’t too heavy, was I? I keep telling you that if me sleeping halfway on top of you is too heavy you have to tell me so I can move.”

“No, that’s really not it, I swear.” You said, chuckling softly as you shook your head. “If anything I like having your weight on me. You’re like my personal weighted blanket.”

Bucky leaned up to kiss your cheek before he slowly sat up and you admired how his body stretched in the warm sunlight, outlining his features. For a moment you allowed yourself to smile at his domestic moment with your partner. But when he reached for his arm to reattach it to where it hooked into his shoulder all the concern from the previous night came back and once more you thought about what to do to ease his worries. You still knew that he would not believe you if you simply told him these things but perhaps it was worth a try to show him that you did not share his worries even in the slightest. So, you decided to make it your mission to prove this to Bucky.

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You tried to show him that you were not scared of his arm just about half an hour later after you had gotten out of the shower and found him making breakfast in the kitchen. Since the two of you had a date at a current exhibition at the local museum planned for the day Bucky was preparing a quick breakfast, cutting some fruit up, and setting the table with all the things he knew you liked. He was currently cutting up an apple into slices when you entered, his back turned to the door, and you quietly made your way toward him before draping yourself across his back though you still made sure to make enough noise so that he would hear you approach and wouldn’t be startled.

“Thank you for preparing something to eat.” You whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek before you moved around and embraced his left arm, leaning your head against the metallic shoulder of it. “What do you say? Should we bring lunch with us or should we try to find a place to eat while we’re out?”

Bucky froze a little as you leaned into his vibranium arm and quickly turned around, leaning against the counter, subtly but effectively turning the arm away from you with his right side now facing you. “I say we go find something while we’re out.”

“Are you looking forward to the exhibition?” You asked with a smile, trying to ignore his actions so as to not make him uncomfortable. “I know you’ve been very interested in space travel lately.”

“Can you blame me?” Bucky joked, returning your smile. “I recently learned about how much further we have come in terms of space travel in the last decades. It’s really amazing, I have to say.”

“I’m not blaming you at all. I’m really interested in it, too, and I think your interest in science is really charming.” With another small kiss on his cheek, you moved away to sit down at the table. “Your excitement about it is quite frankly adorable.”

“Adorable?” Bucky chuckled as he sat down opposite you. “I am far from adorable.”

“I’d beg to differ. When you smile in amazement at a piece in the museum or your eyes light up when you get to listen to someone��s stories of space travel you’re so sweet that I can barely handle it.”

“What can I say? I’ve always been interested in science, even back in the fourties.” Bucky smiled softly as he began to eat. “Steve and I would go to science fairs, exhibitions, and museums all the time.”

“Tell me more about that, please.”

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You hoped the museum would give you more opportunities to show Bucky that you were not afraid of his vibranium arm, planning on trying to hold his left hand or onto his arm. Unfortunately, you found that you never got the right opportunity to hold onto his arm because you never stood in one spot long enough to cuddle up to him and you never had the chance to hold his left hand because he kept the guide to the exhibition clutched in that one. You resigned to try again later and simply enjoyed your date with your boyfriend, smiling at his excitement and interest, reading all the informational signs, and looking out for the things you had encountered on the few space missions you had been on.

“Can you believe we’ve been in one of these before in actual space?” Bucky asked as you made your way through the recreated interior of a space ship and you knew that he was referring to your latest mission where the two of you had set out on a spaceship to an old abandoned space station where you had been getting important documents from. “It’s amazing when you think of it.”

“What a coincidence. I had the exact same thought just a few seconds ago.” You grinned as you turned to him. “It always seems unbelievable to me.”

“I honestly find it hard to believe, too, but I have encountered many unbelievable things in the past few years.” Bucky mused with a small smile, looking back at you. “Want to continue on? The next room is a display of our galaxy.”

“Let’s go.”

The two of you entered the next room, a big hall that had holograms of all the planets in the known galaxy projected above the visitors who were able to circle the model of the sun placed in the middle of the exhibit on a metal walkway. You and Bucky walked on the metal walkway, looking at the display, stopping next to the hologram of Earth and looking up as the voiceover talked about the newly discovered planets in the galaxy. Gingerly you reached out to grab Bucky’s left hand, squeezing it with yours as you leaned into his side a little.

As soon as your fingers closed around his, Bucky pulled his hand back and rounded your body. You watched his movements with a small frown but you couldn’t help but smile softly as he held out his right hand to you, flexing his finger in invitation and you took his hand, holding it tightly as you once more leaned into his side, wanting nothing more than to be close to him. But Bucky seemed to have caught your frown because he sighed softly, keeping his eyes firmly on the exhibit as he spoke.

“Sorry, Sweetheart.” He whispered. “I’d rather you hold my flesh hand.”

“There’s nothing to apologise for.” You said softly, deciding against speaking up on his worries so as to not ruin the date for him. “I simply want you to be comfortable.”

Bucky was quiet for a few seconds before he changed the topic. “Do you like the exhibition? I think it’s really interesting to learn about all the ways space travel has changed and hear about the new planets we’ve made contact with.”

“It really is.” You agreed, going with his change in topic and offering him a playful smile. “And I enjoy seeing you so invested and excited about something. You can be such a nerd and I love it.”

“And you’re any better?” He teased right back, giving you a sly smirk. “You’ve read every informational sign there was to read.”

“I’ve never said I wasn’t just as big of a nerd.” You chuckled, leaning your head onto his shoulder. “That’s why we get along so well.”

Bucky smiled and pulled you into a gentle kiss, his right hand settling on the small of your back as he leaned into you. All you could do was reciprocate, your eyes fluttering shut just as his did. He pulled back all too soon but he kept his forehead leaning against yours as he sighed softly. “I love you so much.”

“I love you just as much.”

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It was three days later that you noticed how big Bucky’s concerns were once more. He still took his arm off when you slept in bed with him and avoided having you hold his left hand every time but you really saw his fears when the two of you shared an intimate moment. You were in Bucky’s lap, his right hand on your hip, guiding your movements. His face was buried at your neck, nipping and kissing the flesh there as you held onto him. His hand tightened on your hip and the metal one clenched the headboard behind him.

You moved your hands from his shoulders, intending on trailing them down his body but as you took them off him you lost your balance and tipped backward. Bucky reacted quickly and brought his left hand around you to catch your fall, holding you up by your upper back, stopping his previous movements, and looking at you in worry. Tipping backwards so suddenly startled you and you gasped in surprise. And just as you did Bucky froze, eyes going wide in what you could only describe as horrified guilt as he pulled away his left hand, switching it with his right to pull you back into a sitting position.

When he was sure you wouldn’t lose your balance again he pulled back all together, gently coaxing you off him and physically withdrawing from you, face scrunching up in concern. You got to your knees, getting closer to him again, feeling worry rise in you at his actions. While you knew he held back from touching you with his metal arm this extreme of a reaction to accidentally touching you with it was concerning. But before you could speak he did.

“I am so sorry.”

“Sorry?”

“I am so sorry that I hurt you.” Bucky explained quickly, getting to his knees and placing his right hand on your shoulder to turn your upper body around so he could see your back. “All I could think of was not letting you fall. I didn’t think this through and I-- I caught you with the vibranium arm and-- and now I’ve hurt you.”

You were quick to get onto your knees and bring your hands to his shoulders, making him look at you. “Bucky, I’m fine, I swear. You didn’t hurt me at all, I promise.”

“But you gasped. It sounded like I hurt you when I caught you.”

“Bucky, you didn’t hurt me.” You assured him, looking at him in earnest. “I gasped because I was surprised at falling. If anything, you caught me and probably stopped me from actually getting hurt. You did not hurt me.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” You assured him and leaned over to press a gentle kiss to his temple. “You could never hurt me.”

Bucky opened his mouth but then closed it again, deciding to remain quiet and instead simply drew you close to him, bringing his right arm up to hold you sightly. You had a suspicion about what he had been planning to say but you said nothing and simply wrapped your arms around him, climbing into his lap to cradle his head to your shoulder and Bucky took a deep breath before he spoke again.

“Can we simply cuddle tonight?”

“Of course, we can.”

“I’m sorry for ruining--”

“I’m not even going to let you finish that sentence.” You interrupted, keeping your voice gentle. “You haven’t ruined anything and you could never ruin anything by not wanting to sleep with me or needing to stop in the middle of sex. Do you understand?”

He nodded against your shoulder. “I understand.”

“How about we cuddle up under the blankets and simply watch a movie?”

“Depends.” Bucky drew back to give you a playful smile and that was enough to ease your worries a little bit. “Will there be popcorn?”

“Of course.”

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Bucky’s terrified reaction to thinking he had accidentally hurt you didn’t leave your mind for days. You made sure to assure him that you felt absolutely safe with him and eventually he started to relax again. Your routine continued as usual until, after a small mission, Sam came over for a visit to celebrate everyone’s safe return. The three of you had eventually ended up watching a movie on your sofa after dinner -- one that Sam had suggested because Bucky hadn’t seen it, yet.

As the movie went on you inched closer to Bucky, wanting to be close to him after a rather hard mission. So while he was engrossed by the movie you reached out to lift his left arm up and put it around your shoulders. It took Bucky a few seconds to react and he moved his arm away from you, resting it on the back of the sofa before looking at you.

“Would you mind switching sides with Sam?�� Bucky asked softly, a frown on his face as he looked at you. “Then I can hold you all evening, Doll.”

You looked at him for a second, worry overtaking you as you once more saw how worried he was about touching you with his vibranium arm. “I don’t mind staying on your left, Love.”

“Sweetheart, I’d be more comfortable if you moved to my right side.” Bucky explained quietly before turning to Sam. “You wouldn’t mind switching sides, right?”

Sam’s worried eyes locked with yours for a second before he looked back at Bucky. “Of course not.”

With that, he stood and the two of you switched sides, Sam on Bucky’s left now and you on his right. Bucky extended his right arm and you gave him a soft smile before leaning into him, embracing him as he pulled you close to his side. The three of you continued to watch the movie but all you could think about was how worried Bucky still was about touching you with his metal arm and wondering how you could prove to him that he didn’t have to be. When the move was over and Bucky left to put the dishes away you couldn’t help but speak to Sam about it, wanting to hear someone else’s thoughts on this whole situation.

“How do I help him with that?”

“With the dishes?”

“No.” You rolled your eyes a little, annoyed by him not immediately understanding the issue but also somewhat understanding the miscommunication. “I mean how do I help him with how scared he is to touch me with his metal arm? It seems like he’s scared to hurt me with it.”

Sam looked at the door to the kitchen before nodding. “Now that you say it he really seems a little concerned about it.”

“He is more than a little concerned, Sam.” You said, sounding more worried by the second. “He keeps me exclusively to his right side, he won’t touch me with his left hand and he panics whenever he accidentally does so.”

“Really?”

“Last week he caught me with his left arm and went into a downright panic, apologising for hurting me multiple times.” You recounted the event that was still present in your mind before sighing. “I really want to help him see that I am not afraid of him hurting me and that I trust him completely but I don’t know how. Do I just tell him? Do I show him? How do I show him?”

Sam thought for a few seconds before sighing softly. “I would continue doing what you’re already doing -- telling him you don’t mind him touching you with it, showing him that you trust him and just reassuring him when he overthinks.”

“You think that will be enough?”

“He’s made such great progress and you helped him with that. I can’t remember the last time he was so relaxed and smiling so much.” Sam reassured you with a soft smile. “You help him a lot.”

“I just worry about him.”

“I think that he’s spent so long thinking of his arm as nothing but a weapon -- even after he got the vibranium one -- that it will simply take him some time to realise that it’s not inherently dangerous.”

His words got you thinking for a few seconds before you nodded. “That actually makes a lot of sense.”

“Of course, you should respect it if he feels more comfortable not touching you with his left arm, but you could always simply talk to him. If you think bringing this up will help, then sit down with him, tell him that you feel absolutely safe with him, and reassure him.”

“Thank you, Sam.”

“Anytime.”

“What are you two talking about?” Bucky asked as he walked back into the room, chuckling a little as you and Sam turned around in perfect unison. “That synchronised head turn is pretty creepy, you know?”

“Should we stand at the end of a hallway like the twins in The Shining?”

Bucky gave you a questioning look. “I don’t think I’ve seen that movie before.”

“We could watch it right now.” Sam exclaimed before smiling a little as he came up with a quick excuse as to what you two had been talking about. “We were actually just wondering what movie to watch next.”

“Then let’s watch that movie.” Bucky said and sat back down, pulling you close to him. “It’s a horror movie, I assume from context, right? Won’t it scare you, Doll?”

You chuckled and kissed his cheek. “Horror movies don’t scare me. Besides, they are nothing compared to the bad guys we fight on a daily basis.”

“Will you get scared?” Sam grinned at Bucky, giving him a teasing look. “If you end up scared in your partner’s lap, I will laugh at you. I hope you know that.”

“I don’t get scared that easily.”

“We shall see.”

---

After your talk with Sam and deciding you should speak to Bucky about his fears, you waited for the right time to do so but when it never seemed like the appropriate moment, you sat down next to him on the bed one quiet evening. The slight drizzle outside had forced you to stay in that day and Bucky was reading on the bed when you came inside. He looked up from his book to give you a small smile but when he saw your serious expression he put it down and sat up properly.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

“Can I talk to you?”

“You can talk to me about literally anything.”

You nodded and sat down on the bed next to him. “I’m gonna say it straight out because I don’t want to beat around the bush and honestly, I’m unsure of how to approach this subject. I realised that you are worried or afraid to touch me with your vibranium arm and I need you to know that I am not scared of it or worried you’ll hurt me with it.”

Bucky looked at you for almost a full minute before he seemed to have concluded what to say. “Doll, I really appreciate you telling me that you’re not afraid of-- of my arm and that you’re speaking up on this because you worry about me but I-- I know how strong and destructive this arm is. It was built as a weapon.”

“But it no longer is. You use it to help people, to protect them. I just-- I mean, just on the last mission we were on you saved a whole elevator full of innocent civilians by holding it up until they could be evacuated.” You tried to reason. “I know it’s hard for you to believe and I understand that.”

“It’s hard to realise that. I know that I help innocent people and I know that what happened to me wasn’t my fault, trust me. After everything that happened, I’ve learned that.” Bucky said before sighing deeply, taking your hand into his right one. “But that doesn’t change the fact that objectively speaking the arm was designed to be a weapon, that it’s capable of terrible things and could hurt you even if I don’t want to.”

“Anyone is capable of hurting people, metal arm or not, James.”

“It was designed as a weapon.” Bucky repeated and you realised how mentally caught up he was on that fact. “A gun is still dangerous even if it’s not inherently bad.”

You were quiet for a second, gaze dropping to his vibranium arm. “The arm you have now wasn’t designed as a weapon, though. You got it in Wakanda, not at a Hydra base. The scientists there gave it to you because they trust you not to hurt anyone.”

“Yet they put in a mechanism that allowed them to detach it with the press of a button.” Bucky said, eyes dropping and tearing up just slightly. “And I don’t blame them for not trusting me completely.”

“I do.” You said in earnest, squeezing his hand with both of yours. “I trust you blindly, James. Please try to believe me that I trust you completely.”

Bucky looked up at that, teary eyes meeting yours before he pulled his hand away to wrap around your shoulders and pull you into a tight embrace, burying his face at your shoulder. You quickly hugged him back, bringing a hand up to cradle his head.

“Thank you, Love. Your trust means the world to me.” Bucky whispered into your shoulder, voice tight with emotions. “But I still know that the arm could potentially harm you and I mean-- I would feel better if I weren’t touching you with it.”

“That’s alright.” You said softly, holding him tightly. “Whatever you need is alright. I just noticed how scared you were and I wanted you to know that I trust you.”

“Thank you.”

---

A new mission coming along shoved all your remaining worries to the back of your mind. Now infiltrating a base of previous HYDRA agents to retrieve secret files was not an easy task but you and Bucky had encountered hurdles far bigger and together you had always managed to overcome them. It took a while but eventually, you two were rushing to your getaway car, dodging bullets from the former agents while you kept the files safely clutched against your chest.

Bucky threw open the car door and got inside while you slid across the hood of it to get to the passenger side. Once you were inside, he hit the gas and took off, tires screeching against the concrete and you gripped the back of the seat to keep yourself steady as he swerved around a building to get away from the abandoned warehouse the former agents had holed up in. As you buckled up he turned to you for a second.

“You okay, Doll? No injuries?”

“I’m fine. How about you?”

“Me, too. Let’s get out of here.”

But before you could there was a loud bang from underneath the car and before you knew what was happening the vehicle flipped over. Everything went by in a blur. The car landed on the roof and when you opened your eyes again you found yourself hanging upside down from your seat. Bucky unbuckled himself and was at your side in an instant, worry etched on his face.

“Are you alright?”

“Mostly fine. What happened?”

“I think they threw a bomb underneath the car. I know I did it once back under HYDRA’s control and the whole car flipped over like ours did.”

You were about to answer when a shot was fired at the car and pierced through the back window before the bullet lodged itself in the back of your seat’s fabric. Bucky pulled out his gun and you tried to free yourself from the seatbelt just to realise that its mechanism had been damaged in the crash, leaving you unable to unbuckle it. Anything you could have used to cut yourself free was out of reach and so was your gun. Panic rose in you as you turned to look out the window to find one of the agents approaching your getaway car with a rifle in their hand.

They aimed at your head and fired. Fully expecting to be hit you turned your head away, not able to move much due to the seat belt still holding you relatively in place. You knew that even if you moved your upper body, the agent would still be able to hit you if they just slightly readjusted their aim, so you closed your eyes in anticipation. Then suddenly a metallic clang echoed through the car and when you looked back toward the window you found your sight obstructed by Bucky’s vibranium arm.

He had blocked the bullet with it. He had saved your life.

Then he fired at the agent that had shot at you, sending them to the floor. Quickly, he used the vibranium arm to yank your seatbelt from where it was fastened to the car and free you. Once out from your confinement, you grabbed your gun and helped him shoot at the agents to take them out.

And soon enough, all of them were down just in time for your backup to arrive. Both of you were quickly helped into the other car and then you were off on your way, Bucky sitting next to you in the back of the SHIELD van. When the van had started driving off and you two knew you were safe, Bucky turned to you.

“Are you injured, Love? They didn’t hit you, did they?”

“No, they didn’t.” You said, taking his left hand into yours and before he could pull it back you shook your head, speaking up again. “You saved me. You say the arm was designed as a weapon but today it saved my life.”

Bucky looked at you for what felt like forever but was realistically not more than about a minute before his vibranium hand squeezed around yours, eliciting a small smile from you. He was slowly realising that his arm was more than a weapon and seeing that it had the potential to protect the ones he loved. You knew that holding your hand was a small step forward but it still meant moving in the right direction.

“Thank you for saving my life, James.”

“I would always save you. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

---

A few hours later found you and Bucky at your place, reclining on your bed and watching a movie on your laptop. Bucky was still working off his list of things he had missed, the idea having been something he’d picked up from Steve a few years earlier, and this evening you two had decided to watch a movie that he had yet to see. The blanket was draped over the two of you and Bucky’s right hand was settled on your hip, thumb gently rubbing your skin. With the adrenaline of the mission wearing off, Bucky right next to you, and the sun setting outside you felt your eyelids growing heavy. The movements of your left hand that had been running up and down his right arm were faltering now and again. Your head kept drifting onto Bucky’s shoulder before you brought it back up to watch the movie.

But eventually, your exhaustion combined with his gentle ministrations made you drift off, head coming down to rest on his shoulder and body snuggling into his side. Had you not been so exhausted from the fight you would have noticed that your head had fallen onto Bucky’s left shoulder, left hand coming up to wrap around his biceps.

You were awoken a few minutes later by a loud noise coming from the television, immediately followed by Bucky quietly swearing and the volume being turned off. Blinking your eyes open, you turned your head to look up at him and he gave you an apologetic smile.

“Go back to sleep, Doll. I turned the volume down. You can rest.”

With another soft smile you snuggled back up to him, your cheek smushed against the cool vibranium of his left arm and your hand once more holding onto his biceps. It was a few seconds later that you realised you were holding onto his left arm and you tilted your head up to look at Bucky. When he saw your head turning he examined your face, taking in your thoughtful expression.

“What are you thinking about, Doll?”

“I’m leaning against your left arm.” You whispered, running a finger up the biceps of said arm. “Is this really alright for you? As I said, I’m not afraid of you hurting me and I trust you completely, but I know that you don’t really like touching me with it and I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“You were right, earlier in the van.” He said softly, eyes flicking to the window so he wouldn’t have to make eye contact. “Had it not been for my vibranium arm, you might not be here right now. And it made me think about all the things you’ve said about the arm beforehand.”

“How so?”

“The arm was meant to be a weapon, the one from Hydra most definitely, and even the one I got in Wakanda had the potential to be used as one. But you were right about it not being used as one anymore, or at least not outside of fighting bad guys.” Bucky concluded, eyes flickering to your face once before focusing back on the window. “It helped me save you and it helped me save many others before.”

“I’m glad you’re starting to see your arm as something other than a weapon.”

Bucky turned back to look at you before resting his cheek against your head. “It’s something that’s been ingrained in my brain for a long time, though, so please give me time, and don’t be upset if I’m ever withdrawing from you or afraid to touch you.”

“I would never be upset with you for that, James. Why would you even think that?”

“Because you always get so sad when I talk negatively about myself or the arm.”

“That’s not because I’m upset with you. I understand that it’s hard to see a part of yourself that others have misused as a weapon as anything but that. When you say things like that it makes me hurt for you.” You explained softly, bringing a hand up to cup the cheek that wasn’t smushed against your head. “And I know you don’t like people pitying you but that’s not what I’m doing. I love you and I hate seeing you in any sort of distress.”

“I’m doing much better now.” Bucky promised quietly. “I mean, I’m far from fine and I still have nightmares and fears and the like, but I’m so much better than I was before and I will get better in the future. So please don’t worry about me too much, Doll.”

“James, take one look at me and tell me that you think I’d be able to not worry about you.” You joked, earning a small laugh from him. “You know me too well for that.”

Smirking a little at your joke, Bucky reached out to turn the movie off and flicked the switch on the bedside lamp. “Still, please try not to be too concerned. You’re helping me an awful lot, I hope you know that.”

“And I hope you know that every step you take in your recovery, no matter how small it might seem, is something you can be proud of. I’m proud of you for how far you’ve come.” You closed your eyes then, cuddling up to him. “And I trust you with all my heart.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. That’s on you for being trustworthy.” You whispered. “But is it physically uncomfortable to keep the arm on while sleeping?”

“No, with the new one, it’s not. The old metal one was heavier and could get uncomfortable but this one is fine.” Bucky said with a smile before kissing your head as you snuggled closer to his side, your head moving to rest on the junction between his vibranium arm and his shoulder, allowing him to wrap his left arm around you. “Thank you for everything, Love. I love you so much.”

“Right back at you, Sweetheart. I love you just as much.”

[barnesnatts]

Sebastian Stan on the today show.🧡

[r3dblues]

I had a dream last night where Sambucky was canon

I’m not good at writing (especially because english isn’t my first language) so don’t expect this to be beautiful but it went like this:

(For some reason it was the second season of tfatws)

Sam and Bucky are having a very intense physical fist fight, both are somewhat injured, they’re actually fighting and not just training. Then Sam jumps towards Bucky knocking them both to the ground so that he falls on top of Bucky (how convinient). Sam is still in fight mode and is ready to punch Bucky again until he notices Bucky has just stopped moving completely and is now staring at him with wide eyes. Sam finishes the punch he was about to initiate but slowly so that it doesn’t hurt Bucky in any way, Bucky had his hand ready to catch the punch so Sam just softly places his fist in Bucky’s hand. They stare each other in the eyes for a time that seemed like forever but only really lasted for a few seconds. Sam is slowly opening his fist but not quite enough for their fingers to be tangled together. They’re still staring at each other until Bucky takes the sudden first move to place a kiss on Sam’s lips.

And then in the dream I just screamed around my house and texted my best friend in all caps that ”HOLY SHIT SAMBUCKY IS CANON”

Thank you for reading my rambling I just needed to get this out (after already telling about this to my best friend irl)

[creamecafe]

Tfw the movie sucks or isn’t the best but the cast is hot 😭

NOO! I thought the show was good in my opinion. But I understand why not everyone may like it. It takes a while to get to the main plot especially if there're no superpowers like Loki or WandaVision

[ao3feed-sambucky]

Up In The Air

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/45824620

by Master_King_Queen

When Sam first met Joaquin, the kid was warm, And Sam was the coldest he had ever been.

Or

In a post-Blip world, Sam's not really sure if he's wanted, and in comes Joaquin, who--for some reason--wants him more than anything.

***May write more based on feedback***

Words: 3790, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Joaquín Torres

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: First Meetings, Meet-Cute, like too cute, Sweet, Post-Blip, Origin Story, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, maybe? - Freeform, I'm gauging it as we go, Pre-TFAWTS, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Military tales, Sam Wilson is Bad at Feelings, Joaquin is Good at Feelings, like really good, shameless flirting, just two dudes getting to know each other, working through trauma, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Fluff

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/45824620

[vdlest]

Says who?

Characters:

TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary:

You think Bucky hates you because he is too professional when you two are working on a mission, he doesn't do small talks, and he doesn't talk to you about any other thing aside from the mission itself. So when you had enough of his professionalism, you decided to confront him.

Warning:

Fluff

"Come on, Sam," you groaned and shook your head as you sat down on the couch on the compound, "I'm not numb, blind, and most of all, I'm not stupid. I know that old man friend of yours doesn't like me."

You, Sam, and Bucky just got back from Prague, and the three of you have gone straightly into the compound, but Bucky went back to his apartment to get some stuff but he'll be back in a few hours, so you took this opportunity to discuss your thing about Bucky's professionalism.

Ever since you joined Sam and Bucky on their missions, you already felt that Bucky doesn't like you and you think that he actually hates you because he won't look at you in your eyes when he's talking to you, and he'll only talk to you about the mission. You thought he's just like that to every woman he meets, but no, he's not like that to Sharon when you met her in Madripoor, and that made you feel so bad.

"Y/n, he doesn't hate you," Sam defended, "Just try to understand Bucky. He's still adjusting to this modern time and you are aware of what happened to him, right?"

You nodded, "That's why I'm asking you to move me to another mission. Reassign me. I can't stand to be on the same mission with a guy who doesn't like me," you sounded like you are pleading. "I have no problem with you, Sam. You're a good friend to me, but I don't want to force Bucky to work with me, I could see and I could feel that he's not okay to work with me," you added to your pleading.

Sam sat down beside you and exhaled sharply, "Y/n, I can't do that. You know why?" he asked and you answered him with a shook of your head, "Because we need you on this mission. We need your expertise, your skills. We badly need it."

His answer made you somehow feel guilty. You know Sam is telling the truth about your position on this mission, and it's a bit off if you'll decide to leave this mission just because you and Bucky don't share a good partnership.

"Why don't you just talk to Bucky? Try to befriend him, maybe he'll come along," Sam suggested.

When you first noticed Bucky's too much professionalism with you, you had no problem with it. You thought that your only agenda on this mission is to help them and continue the legacy that your late friends like Natasha, Tony, and Steve started on, especially it was Steve and Nat who made you believe in your capabilities as an Avenger. You also promised Steve that you won't leave the team, instead, you'll continue to fight on.

"I'll try to talk to him as well, but I got to tell you, y/n," Sam tapped your shoulder, "Bucky is a great guy. He's just really having a hard time adjusting to our era."

You scoffed, "Yeah, right. He's only like this to me, Sam. I saw how he treated and talked to Sharon when we were in Madripoor. He seems to really hate me that much," you sighed as you stood up, "Anyway, I have no choice but to endure his cocky attitude. I'll just go to my room," you excused yourself from Sam and made your way to the elevator.

While you were riding the elevator on your way to your floor, you kept on thinking about what you could possibly have done to make him hate you. Was it because you and Steve were close? Was he jealous of Steve's friendship with you? He shouldn't be because nothing beats their friendship, their brotherhood.

You're not yet on your floor when the elevator opened, and to your surprise, you saw Bucky with his duffel bag on his vibranium arm.

Great, how lucky I am, you said to yourself.

He was talking to Maria when the elevator opened, the two of them glance your way, Maria gave you a quick nod and a smile, but Bucky on the other hand just gave you a quick glance, nothing more, then he moved his eyes back to Maria.

You saw how Bucky chats with Maria, very far from how he talks to you, and that made you even more annoyed by the fact that you have no idea what you did to make Bucky so professional with you.

The elevator is about to close when Bucky moved his foot to stop it from closing, he was still talking to Maria.

"Excuse me, Mr. Barnes," you called his attention, which you succeed in, "I'm in a hurry and I got to make a few phone calls, so if you don't mind, just catch the next elevator," you glared at him and pressed the close button of the elevator, "Move your foot, please, Mr. Barnes," you tried your best to sound as professional and sarcastic as possible, and when he did, "Thank you," you flashed a sarcastic smile.

You stare at Bucky's surprised face as the elevator closes.

You've had enough of his unknown reason of being too professional around you. You are not overreacting since you witnessed the times when Bucky will have engaged in a conversation with other women or other colleagues in or out of the compound, but when it comes to having a conversation with you, it will always be about the mission, nothing more, nothing less.

The moment you reached your floor, you went inside your bedroom and prepared to take a shower. But just when you're about to enter the bathroom, someone knocked on your door.

"Who is it?" you yelled.

"It's me," Bucky's voice came out from the other side of the door.

Your brows furrowed upon hearing who it was.

"What do you want?" you asked, still yelling and still no plan in opening the door.

"Can we talk?"

Hearing an unexpected request from the person who hates you, you decided to open the door and face him.

You scoffed as you cross your arms in front of your chest, "What? About the mission?" you shook your head and scoff again, "Let's just do the briefing and the planning tomorrow. I want to take a rest and fi--"

You weren't able to finish what you were saying when Bucky suddenly kissed you, not just an ordinary kiss but a sweet, long kiss.

His hands traveled through your back to support it and prevent you from being out of balance as you feel surprised at what he just did.

You find yourself giving in to his kiss. You start to kiss him back, disregarding the confusion in your mind. You're confused about why the man who used to avoid making eye contact with you is now having a sword fighting type of kiss with you at the moment. The man who used to hate you is having a feast on your lips.

When you both heard the elevator sound, he immediately pulled the two of you inside your bedroom and he shut the door next, then gently slammed and pinned you against it as he continues to kiss you.

It was only a matter of a few seconds before you finally have enough courage to push him away.

"What the actual fuck, Barnes?!" you exclaimed when you met his gaze. You pushed him one more time, "You think you could just play with me? Make me feel confused even more? You think you can just kiss me because I'm a woman?! Well, I'm sorry, I'm not some kind of a woman that you can just toy with."

You walked past him and you're about to grab your phone to leave when he suddenly spoke behind you.

"You're right you are not some kind of a woman that I can play with because you are not just some kind of a woman to me! You were never just some kind of a woman to me!" you slowly turn around to face him, "You've always been special to me, and I'm too afraid, too coward to admit it."

Slowly, your brows furrowed, giving him the sign that you are still confused and puzzled.

Bucky took a deep breath as he also took a step close to you, "I don't hate you. I'm not mad at you. I don't feel any annoyance towards you. I actually feel the opposite," he admitted. "The moment I first met you through Steve, l already felt something different. I was still adjusting to the new world we are living in when we met, there's still darkness in my life, but through you, through the image of you, I found light," Bucky added, explaining his side.

"How is that even possible? We don't even- "

"Talk?" Bucky guessed, he chuckled afterward, "I have no idea as well, all I know is that you brought so many good and positive things to my life since then. I am fine with just looking and admiring you from afar. After all," he shook his head, "I don't think you deserve someone like me in your life, that's why I become content with the professional relationship we have. At least, I'm not gonna ruin anything. But when I heard you call and address me professionally, l felt my heart flinched and I soon realized why."

"Why?" you asked him.

Before he answers you, he moved another step closer and cupped your cheeks, "Because I want more. Because l can't stand with the idea that this is what we will ever be," he pressed his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, "I realized that I can't stand seeing you standing so close to me, and yet I can't tell you how much I like you, and I can't make you feel special to me," he murmured.

You finally know why Bucky was so aloof of you.

Every time you'd try to be friends with him, he won't let you because of what he feels for you.

"Why are you fighting it, Bucky?" you asked softly, your eyes are also closed, feeling his forehead against yours, "Why can't you just let it be? Why can't you just let fate do the work?" you asked him.

"Because," he pulled away and so you opened your eyes, meeting his gaze, "Because I don't think you deserve someone like me."

"Because of your past?" you asked him.

He nodded, "Yes."

"Barnes, you should stop letting your past dictates what you should have in the present and in the future, you should never let your past ruin you and what's waiting for you up ahead," you grabbed his hand and placed it on his chest, where his heart is, "You should always listen to this," you smiled at him, "Because the only truth that matters is what's inside this."

"I'm sorry for making you feel that I hate you, for making you think that I don't want to be friends with you or anything. But you know what?" he smiled and shook his head, "I don't really want to be friends with you."

You frowned in confusion.

"Because I want more than that," he gently held you on your chin, "I hope you'd let me."

You smiled, "I was just waiting for you."

-v.dl

[yokiteryokiter]

The Falcon and The Winter Soldier but it’s WandaVision

my insta - my twitter 

[yikesdameron]

just couple things

[the-garden-of-tulips]

Some Bucky barnes appreciation

( I do not own any of these I found them on Pinterest, I do not know who made them but I felt like sharing)

[navybrat817]

"You can't dethrone the king." 🔥

𝔜𝔬𝔲 ℭ𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔇𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔤

“One of the things you may have noticed during the season of #thefalconandthewintersoldier was Bucky’s reluctance to use guns and knives. This was a conscious choice to illustrate Bucky’s journey away from being the Winter Soldier. So when @davemacomber came to me and told me about this idea for a knife fight, I loved it instantly. We referred to this fight as ‘you can’t dethrone the king’. If you take note Bucky uses the back unsharp side of the tanto as he traps and parries the attacks, even throwing the knife next to Diego’s head as a statement ‘don’t make me cross that line’. This is one of my favorite fights, not only because of the context but also because what you’re seeing there is almost 100% @imsebastianstan and he nailed it! Super proud of the work he put into it and for the record he did nail the knife flip on the first take.”

John Nania (@johnninja), Sebastian Stan’s Stunt Double

[majestyeverlasting]

Always Back to You

Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: After coming home a little roughed up, Bucky seeks forgiveness for not being candid about a mission in D.C. But all you truly care about is the fact that he's okay and made his way back to you. Contains: intimate moments, a sprinkle of angst, and implied nudity at the very end.

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: This is a little something I wrote because my brain went *squirrel* as I was working on requests. I hope you guys enjoy!

The weight of Bucky's hands settling on your hips made every thought that didn’t pertain to him fade away. Rather than acknowledging his touch, you remained still and studied his reflection in the bathroom mirror as he stood behind you. His cheeks carried a hint of rosiness from the coolness of the night, and there was a diagonal scratch on his forehead above his right eyebrow. It wasn't until his soft lips met the skin of your neck that your resolve crumbled. Perhaps it never truly stood a chance.

A slight rasp found its way into his voice as he whispered into your ear: I’m sorry, sweet girl. He kept repeating it and gripped you tighter. Until, finally, you turned around to face him, bringing your hands to his stomach to curl your fingers into the fabric of his black shirt. You were unsure of whether to push him away or pull him closer, but wanted to do both.

The sun had set in the hours prior, and it was your first time seeing him since that earlier morning. He’d stirred a couple hours before dawn, and you remained quiet as he shuffled around the bedroom. The only time he turned any lights on was upon entering the bathroom or the closet, hoping you wouldn't stir. It wasn’t until he left the room entirely that you crawled out of bed to follow him. He’d made it into the kitchen by the time you caught up. The floor was cool beneath your feet.

“Are you about to leave?” You asked, watching as he began searching the cabinets for something quick to eat. You knew he didn’t have the day off, but hadn’t been informed about his obligations.

“I—yeah, in a bit. I gotta be at the airport by six. There’s an intelligence briefing at the Pentagon that Sam and I were requested to attend.”

“So you’ll be in D.C. for the day?”

“Mhm.”

You moved to sit at the kitchen island, rubbing your eyes. “Did you just find out this morning? Do you even have everything you need…” You paused to look around, and noticed his duffle bag sitting on the couch in the living room. It was clearly packed, but you couldn’t recall him setting aside the time to pack it. He must’ve done it the previous night after you’d fallen asleep.

“Buck.”

“Hmm?”

“If you knew about this trip last night, you should've said something. I wouldn’t have made you stay up to watch that silly movie with me. We could’ve turned in early.”

“Sam texted me a few minutes after we pressed play. I knew you would've shut it off and made me go to bed if I'd brought it up. Wasn't gonna ruin our first movie night in forever.” You gave him a feigned look of disappointment, to which he returned with a tired smile. “Did I wake you up? I was trying to be as quiet as I could."

You shook your head. "You were quiet. I can sense when you leave the bed sometimes, and this happened to be one of them. But, either way, I don’t mind getting up in cases like this. You know that,” you told him with a smile. “So you’ll be heading back home after the briefing?”

“That's the plan,” he said, grabbing a box of meal bars and tossing one onto the counter for himself. Then he walked to where you were sitting and swiveled the stool so that you faced him. “And I know you say you don’t mind, but we’ve got this little one growing.” He tapped your rounded stomach with his index finger. You were four months along. “Every extra minute of sleep counts.” Then he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Later that afternoon, you'd found yourself on the phone with Sam, heart rate slightly quickened, as he filled you in about an incident. What Bucky had left out that morning was the fact that they also had to disband an underground negotiation in Downtown D.C. And what awaited them upon their arrival at the bunker had been a group of armed and expecting men. All of them were detained in the end, but Bucky had taken quite a few hits because he was holding back to prevent anyone from being seriously injured.

You were staring out at the Brooklyn skyline as Sam spoke. One jittery hand holding the phone, the other rubbing circles over your stomach.

“He’s okay though, right?”

“Well, he’s currently trying to refuse a medical assessment so I’d say so.”

A hint of a smile came to your face. “Sounds like him," you murmured. "How about you, are you alright?”

“I’m better than I was when six dudes wanted to drop kick us to Pennsylvania Avenue. But, really though, I’m good,” he assured, a smile evident in his voice. “I’m gonna be staying in D.C. for the next few days, but Buck’s got a flight back to Brooklyn later on. He wanted me to make sure you knew that.”

“Alright." You released a long exhale. "Thanks for the call, Sam.”

“Anytime.”

With you now facing him, Bucky cupped your cheeks, grateful he was able to coax you into moving. “All of this played out different in my head," he murmured. "Only reason I didn't tell you is 'cause I didn't want you to be worried that early in the morning. I know how you feel about combat-based missions—especially now that you're pregnant."

Guilt was swimming within his cerulean eyes. So when you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, he froze in a brief moment of surprise. Upon pulling away, you began to lift his shirt to asses the aftermath of the fight on his body. He helped you take it the rest of the way off, wincing a couple times. When it fell to the floor, he released a heavy sigh.

The skin of his torso was warm as you brushed your fingertips over the few bruises. They were mainly on the front of his ribcage, and one was more so on his side rounding around to his back. Likely from the impact of a kick. You didn’t like the way their deep coloring stood out against his skin.

“Doll…” Bucky took your hands in his and kissed your knuckles. “Say something.”

You looked up to meet his eyes. “I’m glad you’re okay,” you started softly, studying his features, “but I'd much rather have known about the negotiation too. So at least I could've been somewhat prepared to receive a phone call about you getting hurt."

His shoulders dropped. "I know. Bad judgement call on my part."

"Hey, listen." This time, you cupped his cheeks, his stubble brushing against your palms in a gentle scratch. "Even if your next mission is to buy candy from a bodega, I'll still want to know beforehand. I'll always want to know. I care about where you are in the world.”

That caught him off guard, and he breathed out a chuckle. “Buy candy from a bodega,” he repeated, shaking his head.

You felt yourself beginning to smile. “I mean it.” You moved your hands to rest on his broad shoulders.

“I know you do.” After a few seconds of silence, he pressed his lips to yours, strong hands finding your waist. The way he kissed you was slow, sweet, and ever consuming. There was no helping the overwhelming mix of relief and love that filled your heart.

The two of you found yourselves in the shower not too long after, with warm streams of water meeting your skin. The air smelled like cedar and jasmine all at once. You watched as Bucky rinsed his body of the soap you had lathered onto it. He let his head tilt back as the tiny bubbles ran down his bruised torso and to his legs. When he met your gaze again, there were droplets of water falling from his eyelashes. You took a step forward to wrap your arms around his neck. Your chest and baby bump pressed into him, and it brought a small smile to his face. His whole world was standing right in front of him.

It was you who eventually spoke. "You wanna know something?" You asked, beginning to play with the wet hair at the nape of his neck.

He gave you a squeeze. "What?" Part of him was expecting you to tell him something that had happened during the day, or even about upcoming plans for the week. But you ended up telling him something that he had heard countless times before. And it still sent a spark of life throughout him.

"I love you a whole awful lot." Those words were punctuated with a peck to the dimple of his chin.

His voice was low and sure when he responded. "I love you too." It was a truth that resonated to the deepest part of his being. "More than I'll ever be able to explain."

And there, under the water with your body pressed against his, you were grateful that like numerous times before, he had made his way back to you.

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[cupidofcaravaggio]

alpine should be introduce into the mcu by bucky texting sam “are you allergic to cats” at four in the morning and then never answering any of his questions on why he needs to know until sam shows up one day and sees a white ball of fluff trying to eat the wall

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