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rebeccccccaaa · 4 years ago

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sᴜɢᴀʀ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ!sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs x sᴜɢᴀʀ ʙᴀʙʏ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you come home from california after a year back to your old man

(Heavily inspired by Heroin by Lana Del Rey + Lightly by Old Money by Lana Del Rey)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs:: major angsttt, smut 18+ minors dni plz, bit of fluff, age gap

TW/CW: past drug use [reader], post-rehab

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: lana del rey’s music gives me major sugar daddy!steve vibes idky lol

(also brief description of ‘reader’ written to have hair that can moved from the face is like one sentence sorry but ur giving daddy steve a bj)

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You grabbed your bags and walked to the pick up spot at the JFK airport. It’s been a year since you’ve been in New York and you missed the city terribly. You especially missed your old man.

You stood for a minute scanning the bodies that littered across the floor until your eyes met those beautiful cerulean blue eyes you spent so many hours looking into. Instantly tears brimmed your eyes watching him move swiftly past the people dressed so casually unlike his usual stature sporting that incredible all black suit he always wore.

He looked tired and drained. Like he hadn’t slept in days.

“Y/n,” he came up to you, cupping your face before pressing his lips to yours passionately, desperately.

“Fuck, Stevie. I missed you so much,” you cried.

“I missed you too. I thought about you all the time; everyday, every hour, every second,” he hugged you tightly.

“Stevie, I wanna go home,” you whispered against his lips.

“Let’s go home,” he told you.

Home.

It’s been so long since you’ve been home.

You got to the car and Steve told you to just wait in the car as he put your bags in the trunk. You smiled softly at him before slipping in the passenger's seat waiting to go home like you’ve been dreaming about since the day you left. Steve quickly slipped into the driver’s seat himself and drove off eager to go home and finally hold you close again.

The car ride was quiet. You watch the blurry lights through the wet glass window of the car and your mind could help but wander back to the day Steve saved your life.

One Year Ago

You stumbled your way through the elevator doors with a lazy smile on your face.

“Stevie!!” you screamed when you saw him sitting at the counter with a whiskey in hand.

“You’re late,” he said quietly.

“Sorry,” you said.

“Why were you out so late? I gave you a curfew,” she said sternly.

You weren’t giving him much time, your body was on fire. You unzip your dress, not so gracefully, strippping out of your clothes. You pranced around in your panties and a bra giggling and running around asking Steve to catch you but he was having none of your shit.

“Get your ass over here right now!” his voice boomed startling you.

He pressed the back of his hand against your forehead and roamed his hands along your body anyway but sexually. Your skin was extremely overheated and flushed. He was pissed. You had promised him the reckless behavior was over, but you couldn’t.

You were an addict.

“What the hell are you on?” he said firmly.

“Guess?” you were absolutely not taking this seriously.

“I’m not gonna ask twice; tell me!”

“Molly,” you whispered shamefully.

“God fucking dam-” he rubbed his face in frustration.

"Why do you even care so much you're- I- I'm nothing but a stupid sugar baby, anyway, " you slurred your words.

“You're more than that, and I know you fucking know it. You promised me you were going to stop! I’m done, I'm done” he breathed out. His chest felt like it was tightening, he couldn’t breathe anymore. He felt nauseous.

“No! No, no, baby; please!” you cling onto him like a child.

“You could’ve been hurt! What would happen if that shit was laced with something that could have killed you, hell taking it alone in the first place could have been the last straw! I’m doing this shit with you anymore.”

You cried, no you sobbed hysterically. You need Steve, he was your everything, your rock, your hope, your love. You knew you were a huge mess but you couldn’t stop. You didn’t know how. Didn’t know where to begin, who to go to. You felt alone.

You grew surrounded by money but when you moved to New York, you succumbed to the temptations and your parents were done with your shit. Meeting Steve, agreeing to this sugar baby thing was simply to use his money for drugs and alcohol, that’s all you lived for. Your life was over, might as well fuck yourself over while you're at it.

But you fell in love.

Goddamn, the man was perfect. He was treated with so much love and gentleness and compassion. You hadn’t felt so loved since you cut your ties with your parents and it hurt so good. You wanted to quit for him. The first night he found you disheveled and fucked, you were so embarrassed. You promised him it would stop that you were gonna be clean; but that only lasted twelve hours.

He should’ve ended it. He should’ve stopped whatever this relationship was. He told himself it was one time thing but once turned into twice, then four times until you went out every night getting high off your ass with anything that was available.

Steve couldn’t take it anymore. But like you, he fell in love too. He loved you. He really loved you. He couldn’t imagine his life without anyone else and the thought of losing you made him terrified.

“I’m done! I can’t sit here waiting for you every night wondering if you went too far! Staring at my fucking goddman phone waiting for the day they call and tell me you killed yourself! I can’t do it! You promised me you were done with this shit but here you are high off your ass again with molly,” he cried. Tears streamed down his face, his heart pained at the sight you breaking down.

“I need help, please,” you whimpered.

“Are you going to let me help you?” he sniffled.

“Yes! Please, help me,” you sobbed.

“Pack your things. You’re leaving for California tomorrow,” he said.

“What?”

“There is a rehabilitation center in California and I want you to go there,” he whispered.

“No-”

“Please, Y/n. it’s only for a year-”

“A year! No, I can't be away from you that long, please no!” you sobbed even more.

“It’s for the best,” he tightly holds you down.

“Why not here-”

“It’s for the best. I promise I’ll be waiting right here for you when you get back. I swear,” he looked into your eyes.

“Stevie,” you cupped his face, “I don’t wanna leave you.”

“I know; I don;t want you to leave but I promise you’re gonna get on that airplane and you’re gonna come back and tell me everything’s ok, yeah?” he pressed his forehead.

“Ok. You make me feel I can change. I’m gonna come back and tell you that I have really changed,” you promised.

“I believe it,” he smiled.’

“Maybe California is good. Something about this city makes my head go crazy. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sick of it,” you told him.

“I love you; so much,” he whispered those words for the first time.

“I love you too,” you cried.

“You ok?” Steve pulled you from your thoughts.

“Hm? Yeah, I’m just- I’m really happy to be home,” you choked out.

Steve grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips kissing you softly. His eyes stayed on the road every now and then glancing at you like a dream come true. You pulled up to the building where you two lived and Steve asked the entourage to take your things up for you. He lifted you in his arms with a beautiful hopeful smile and carried you to the apartment.

When the elevator door opened he practically ran to the bedroom nuzzling his face in your neck kissing lightly. You somewhat took in the familiar surrounding noticing no change since you’d last been there. It was bittersweet. He hadn’t changed a thing since you left.

“I missed you so fucking much, baby,” he whispered.

“Steve,” you sighed, combing your fingers through his hair.

“I’m never gonna let you go again.”

“You won’t have to. It’s all over; no more clubs, no drinking, no drugs, none of it. That girl, you used to call the queen of New York City, she’s gone. ”

“You’re still my queen,” he smirked, making you chuckle.

“I’m so fucking proud of you. You are so strong,” he praised.

You grabbed his neck and pulled him forward crashing your lips against his. You molded perfectly against like you were made for him. Like everything had led up to this moment. It felt different this time; his hands touching you delicately.

You two have had sex many of times but this time it was different.

He peeled your shirt off your body pressing kisses all over your chest. His tongue flicking over your nipple making you gasp softly. His hands gripped at your waist as he brushed his nose between the valley of your breasts.

You craved his skin on yours, practically clawing his shirt off his body. He got the memo and briefly sat up ripping his shirt off his body before falling back on top of you. His hips settled between yours and you could feel his growing erection poking through the material of his flimsy sweats.

You pushed him off your body, flipping him so you could straddle his waist; smiling devilishly as you brought your hands up to your breasts to massage them. Steve growled at the angelic sight above him pulling your hands away to replace them.

He twisted your nipples as you slowly grind your hips over his for a moment. That moment quickly died as you snaked down his body curling your finger over his pants. You languidly pulled them down his legs letting his erected cock spring free. You moaned at the sight, haven’t been able to see it since you left that fateful morning.

You wrapped your hands around the base of his cock and stroked his dick slowly pulling wanton moans from him that were music to your ears. You leaned forward and licked teasingly along the tip before swirling your tongue around it making him groan. His hand went to your head combing your hair from your face gathering it in a messy ponytail.

Your lips wrapped around his cock perfectly just that way he likes it; like you’ve a thousand times before. He looked to the ceiling and sighed at the pleasure you were giving to him. He was never one to make much noise during sex but he was craving your mouth wrapped around him; he couldn’t contain the moans and grunts that wanted to come out. He couldn’t wait until he’s buried between your thighs.

You cheeks hollowed around his dick sucking hard before you take him all at once repeating over and over again. Steve’s hold on your hair tightened with every bob of your head thrusting his hip in time with your rhythm. Hitting the back of your throat, Steve’s hip stuttered and his legs shook approaching his orgasm fast.

“No, I wanna come in you, baby girl,” he panted, pulling you off of his dick. You quickly discarded your panties before climbing back on top of him to straddle him, knees on either side on his hips. You cupped his face kissing him senselessly; passion and lust and most importantly love enveloping you two.

You lifted your hips briefly as Steve lined his cock with your soaking entrance and slowly sunk down allowing him to stretch you impeccably. You moaned in sync, like you were becoming one again after so long being unable to hold each other.

His arms wrapped around holding close as you waited a bit to adjust to his size again. He peppered faint kisses along your neck and collar bone, nipping playfully at your skin too. You felt so full and incredible basking in his attention and the feeling of your walls wrapped around him again.

You moved your hips back and forward, your clit grinding against his pelvis making you shiver in pleasure. You face tucked tightly in the crook of Steve neck, your thrusts getting faster and faster. Steve’s hands moved to your hips lifting you slightly before slamming you back down on his cock harshly. This made you throw your head with a cry of pleasure, strings of curse words flowing from your mouth.

“Fuck, Stevie. I missed your cock so much,” you whined.

“I missed you too baby,” he grunted.

You looked at his face watching it contort with pleasure, his eyes completely screwed shut overwhelmingly. Sweat lined his forehead, the shorter pieces of hair sticking to it. You brought your hand to it brushing his hairs back so you could see his face in it’s fullest beauty.

He peeled his eyes open, staring directly into eyes and breathed heavily in time with you. For a single moment between you both, time stopped. It felt as if the world was gone and all that mattered was right now; you being back in your old man’s arms again, the love of your life.

You couldn’t help the quick glance at his red swollen lips, desire to kiss them again overcoming you. You leaned forward capturing his lips for what felt like the hundredth time tonight, but it's something you’ve ever got tired of. The way slightly chapped lips molded perfectly with yours.

“I love you, baby,” he moaned.

“I- fuck!” you couldn’t even speak anymore when Steve’s thrusts became harder and faster desperate to chase both your’s and his orgasms.

“Look at me baby,” he growled, “You were fucking made for me. No one can ever fuck you like I can. No is ever gonna take care of you like I do. And no one, absolutely fucking no one, is ever gonna love you as much I do.”

Tears streamed down your face; overwhelmed with love and desire and lust. Steve saved your life and you owe him everything. You loved him evermore; he is everything. Steve kissed you again, addicted to your lips, tasting the salty tears that came from your hopeful and loving eyes. He wiped the tears away with his thumb.

“Stevie, I’m gonna come,” you whimpered.

“Come all over my cock baby girl. You deserve it,” he whispered.

Your body shook as you reached your high. Chanting Steve's name like prayer, like it was the only word you knew to say. Steve’s rutted his hips into one last time spilling his seed inside you, hot cum coated your velvety walls. You collapsed forward onto him and he held you tightly.

Your fragile body trembled against him and Steve's heart ached a bit. He knew you were overwhelmed, hell so was he. But he was so utterly happy to have you back. There were so many nights where Steve lied awake at night, unable to sleep without you, day-dreaming of a future with you when you’d come home. He knew you were a strong woman and he knew you were going to come back to him healthy and stronger than before.

He remembers the day he came back to New York after leaving you in California. He was with his old pal Bucky at a local bar in Manhattan. He’s always really known inside that he’d fallen in love with you, he’d proven already that he’d do anything for you. But that night is when he finally admitted it out loud to himself and to others. Steve can’t imagine his future with anyone else but you and he’ll be damned if something happened to you.

“Sweet girl, I love you with all my heart,” he whispered, stroking your back softly.

“Even when I’m old; when I shine from words and not from beauty?” you whispered.

“I will love you evermore,” he said.

He whispered more sweet things as you cried holding him tightly spending your first night back together in his arms. Before, you didn’t know where life was gonna take you; either to the moon or six feet under. But Steve swept you away to a promiseland and you’ll follow him blindly. It didn’t matter where life was going to take you next as long as you were with your old man, you were happy.

Completely and utterly happy.

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ynscrazylife · 4 years ago

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Could I request a Stucky x reader, where they went on a date, but it gets interrupted by fans and reader feels jealous/upset about the attention Steve and bucky get from all the girl fans. Stucky notice, so Stucky show her that she's their best girl. Little fluff and smut if you're comfortable ��️

Impromptu Dates | stucky fluff fic

Summary: Y/N gets jealous at all the attention her boyfriends are getting from the women. Steve and Bucky show her they only have eyes for her, no one else.

Authors Note: Thanks for requesting! I’m not including smut because I don’t write smut, but I will include fluff!

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Waking up by falling face-down on the floor was not a good start to the day.

Y/N groaned, although it was muffled by the wood. This happened far too often - one of her boyfriends would have a dream and they’d kick her in their sleep. She wondered who did it this time and grunted as she pushed herself up, rolling over and staring at the ceiling for a moment to fully awaken.

“Good morning, Earth,” she grumbled, pulling herself to a sitting position and rubbing her face and limbs which had smacked the ground and was sure to leave a bruise. She stood up and looked at Steve and Bucky, who were still asleep. Steve was the closest to where she had been sleeping, indicating that he had been the one who kicked her.

“Steve,” she whined, crawling back into bed. When he didn’t respond, she nightly nudged him and he made a small noise.

“Yes, darling,” he mumbled, blinking a bit before fully opening his eyes. Within a split-second, the sleepiness that clouded his bright blue eyes was gone, an urgency replaced, as he sat straight up and gingerly brushed over Y/N’s cheek.

“What happened?!” He asked, which awoke Bucky who grumbled something incoherent. Y/N instinctively recoiled, as the little pressure he was applying made the bruise next to the left side of her nose ache.

Bucky sat up, at first looking at his boyfriend and girlfriend in confusion, but like Steve his eyes widened, although he was still a little sleepy.

Y/N blushed, a guilt wiggling its way in her stomach. “You kicked me in your sleep again, hon,” she murmured, not wanting him to feel bad and putting her hand delicately over his.

Steve’s shoulders slumped, defeated. He immediately leaned forward to kiss the bruise. “Gosh I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’ll take you and Buck out for lunch to make it up to you,” he said in a hushed tone.

Y/N, who still got butterflies from the kiss, smiled in appreciation and leaned back. “Well, thank you, but you really don't have-” she began to assure him, but was cut off.

“We’ll go to your favorite restaurant!” Bucky interrupted, a goofy grin dancing on his face. The slightest of gasps escaped from Y/N’s lips and she quieted down, completely for going to her favorite restaurant, and blushing when her boyfriends chuckled at her cuteness.

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Y/N could officially say that she was having a great day. She had ordered her favorite lunch meal on the menu of her favorite restaurant with her favorite men in the world who were graciously paying for their impromptu date.

“Oh my god, is that Steve Rogers??”

GASP!

“And the Winter Soldier?”

Y/N couldn't help but smile when she saw three young women walk over to their table, eyes wide and jaws dropped at the sight of the heroes. When they were out in public, Steve and Bucky were approached by fans all the time. At first, it was a little bothersome, but now she didn't mind. She just smiled, watching her boyfriends’ eyes light up, since they loved and appreciated their fans.

“Can we get a picture?” One of the women asked, resting her hand on Steve’s shoulders.

Y/N didn’t think much of it, but couldn’t deny the breath she had released when her blonde beauty gently and kindly removed her hand from his shoulder. “Sure,” Bucky answered for Steve, making Y/N playfully roll her eyes (and grin when Bucky lightly kicked her under the table).

The two men took the picture and the women thanked them enthusiastically.

“Say, Mr. Barnes, do you have a girlfriend?” One of the women asked with a sly smirk. Her friend who was standing next to her lightly hit her on the arm and the woman by Steve rolled her eyes with a laugh.

Y/N did her best to ignore the question, trying not to think about it.

Bucky was a spy, so he made it look like as if he wasn't avoiding eye contact with Y/N (even though he was), but she could see straight through him. “Um, no,” Bucky answered awkwardly, the lie tumbling off his lips uncomfortably. The three had decided not to go public with there relationship yet.

“Are you looking?” The woman asked, leaning closer to him.

Bucky leaned away. “I’m flattered, but no,” he said, and the woman beside Steve barley let a couple seconds go after he answered to ask her question.

“What about you, Mr. Rogers?”

Y/N’s hand curled around her croissant.

Steve’s entire face got red.

Y/N’s finger’s tightened.

“N-no,” he chuckled.

“Oh. that’s good! I just applied for the Stark internship so maybe I’ll see you around!″

The croissant broke in half. Bucky covered his mouth with his hand to stifle his laughter and then laughed even harder when he felt a kick to his shin. All eyes turned to Y/N. She fake smiled. Glared at her boyfriends. And got a check.

“Come on, let’s go,” the woman who had been watching her friends attempt to flirt with the super soldiers said, clearly annoyed. She took her friend who was standing near Bucky by the arm and dragged her away, the woman by Steve following.

As soon as they left and the waiter gave them their check, Bucky let out the laugh he was holding in and Steve looked back-and-forth between his boyfriend and girlfriend, utterly confused.

“Looks like someone is jealous,” Bucky teased in a sing-song voice, wiggling his eyebrows.

Steve chuckled and grinned.

“Oh, c’mon,” Y/N muttered. “I’m not jealous, just . . . Those women were really pretty, okay? I mean, I saw you two blush!”

The Avengers softened and dropped their amusement. Bucky immediately stood up from his seat and wrapped her in his arms, even lifting her off her feet. “Bucky,” she said through her laugh, seeing Steve paying out of the corner of her eye.

Bucky laughed and set her down. “You’re the only one we have eyes for, right, Stevie?” He said, putting his arm around her.

Steve nodded, standing up. “Definitely - and the only reason I was blushing was because I was surprised, you know?” He said, looking at her with the kindest gleam in his eyes that made Y/N melt.

She nodded and took his hand in hers. “Of course, I believe you,” she said softly, and the three left to enjoy their day at their apartment.

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amonrawya · 4 years ago

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The Greatest Gift of All

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Long before the war, before Captain America or the Winter Soldier, there was simply Bucky and Steve. At least, that's what history says. But they missed out one very important person, a girl called Y/N.

Women in those times often found themselves with little opportunity, and only two easily attainable pathways in life: wife and mother. But Y/N carved out a life for herself that defied all expectations, and it all started in Brooklyn.

She dived headlong into scuffles, usually next to Bucky in defence of Steve. Regardless of the opponent, Y/N stood by them both, and often held her own quite impressively.

Her dress style borrowed from more masculine cuts, and Y/N was never seen without her cap. A lot of people had a problem with this, but she shut them up fairly swiftly.

Everything about this girl drew Bucky in, a battle he fought with little effort. They reveled in each other, flaunting their love at every opportunity. More than a few were jealous that the rough and tumble girl got the best looking boy in town.

In a way, before even coming of age, they started an adult life together. The three of them moved into a flat. Y/N and Bucky took hard labour jobs, or anything they could get. They had little room to be picky.

Both managed to hook steady summer jobs at the local docks. They used most of their money to keep a roof over their heads, buy food, and pay for Steve's medical needs. He attended art school, and sold his work every now and then; but physically, he was in no condition to work.

The war appeared on the horizon, just as they started to pull themselves an inch above the poverty line. Y/N saw it coming, the inevitable. She treasured every second they spent together, and dreaded the day when the draft came.

A lot of the older women she worked with were disrespectful, looking down on her pre-marital relationship with Bucky. They claimed she couldn't possibly understand their grief, despite the fact Y/N had seen Bucky off at the docks that very morning.

In truth, they already planned on being married, but at the time, they simply didn't have the funds. Bucky promised, once the war ended, that ring would be on her finger.

Except, he never came home. Not properly. The person Hydra gave back to Y/N was damaged and jaded, angry at the world, angrier than she ever saw. But still, they loved each other. Though she never forgave them for stealing away his innocence, for trying to snuff out the light in his soul. A part of him would always belong to them, and she hated it.

Refusing to stay home while they risked their lives, never knowing, Y/N trained as an army nurse, working specially with the Howling Commandos unit.

Then one day, she went out to welcome them back from a mission. Every face looked devastated, but none more so than Steve. His eyes, red-raw and streaming, seemed incapable of rising from the ground. At first, the realisation didn't process, the idea simply incomprehensible. He promised.

Dugan was the one to finally break through and catch Y/N as she fell, holding her as the tears poured. Once he shook off his daze, Steve took his place, sharing in her grief.

Her world fell apart so quickly, with no warning and no mercy. Their commanders celebrated the capture of Arnim Zola, while Y/N and Steve sat, staring at an empty place at their side.

Everyone mourned Bucky, and swiftly after, began to mourn Y/N, too. The loss took a part of her...the sparkle, the happiness, the laugh that lit up her face. It all vanished. She worked hard, looked after them all, but only Steve was able to make her smile. Even then, it looked pained.

So when Steve went down with the plane, the very last shred of Y/N died with him. No tears left her eyes, no screams ripped up her throat. A cold numbness took over, freezing the woman from the inside out.

V-Day came and went. The Commandos stood and drank to their lost comrades, and Dugan silently drank another...for the loss of a bright, fiery girl who had virtually nothing to lose, and still lost everything.

She spent her days as a robot, doing nothing but going through the motions of badly imitating life. The flat was empty and quiet, yet somehow, bursting with the ghosts of her loved ones. Nightmares plagued her, terrible images of Bucky's body, forever trapped in a freezing hell, nothing but food for the birds. And Steve, his body...was it cast adrift in the ocean? Or destroyed, burnt to ash in the belly of a metal beast.

They were simple folk before the war turned them into soldiers, into weapons. Before symbols and flags stole away their names, driving them to sacrifice their lives for a greater cause.

Y/N knew their fight against Hydra was important...knew the honour behind their sacrifice. But when it's you left sitting at an empty dinner table, it's much easier to be angry and bitter.

She never married, never settled, bouncing around countries working as an army nurse. The Commandos slowly died around her, each one fading to grey as the curtain drew the show to a close. Each death, each funeral ripped open her wounds, bigger and deeper each time. Until eventually, Y/N let the blood flow freely.

Or at least, that's what would have happened. But one choice, one decision, made by a boy she thought dead in the far future, changed it all.

Bucky Barnes struggled to find himself again. His memories were mostly all returned, if a bit hazy and fragmented. He had Steve there to right any wrong recollections, and connect with on their shared experiences. But something always seemed to be missing, a piece of the jigsaw that hadn't been found.

He remembered Y/N. He remembered her clearer than anything. She was glowing like honey in the sun when Bucky closed his eyes and brought her back to mind.

Face covered in muck, hair tousled and streaked with grease from the boats, soot on the very tip of her nose and a cap perched jauntily on her head; wearing the deepest expression of concentration as she aimed a hanful of rotten fish guts at the sleezy Connell boy from Fifth, who decided his opinion on her backside mattered. The image shone crystal clear. Her laughter, rolling out from between curved lips, beautiful and full of mischief.

It never failed to make him smile. Or cry. Or sometimes, both. He missed Y/N than he thought possible for a human being.

Bucky often wondered about her life, whether she went on to marry, or maybe even have children. Was she happy? Did she bury him and move on? If they met today, would Y/N even recognise the man he was now?

More importantly, in his mind, something he both feared and longed to know: would she still love him?

Unbeknownst to Bucky, Steve saw all this. Understood, to a degree, his pain. But he and Peggy never got the chance to bond so strongly. He knew Bucky needed him, but Steve also knew he needed Y/N more.

So once his goodbyes were said, he looked one last time at Bucky, and smiled beneath his suit as he vanished into time.

The living room looked exactly the same as he remembered. Bucky's coat, slung over the back of the chair, his sketchbooks strewn around the desk. Every rip and chip. His heart swelled with nostalgia, and pain, thinking of the life they were supposed to have.

What must have been in their heads...running off to fight, so eager to throw everything away. And who was left to stare at empty beds and eat breakfast alone every morning? Y/N.

His chest constricted, hearing the keys in the door, the lock rattling three times before letting her in. His nerve faltered for the briefest second, wondering if he was ready to see her again.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Time's up.

Slowly, he turned, and watched as Y/N's eyes widened, all the bags in her hands falling to the floor with a crash.

"...Stevie?" The name came out as a whisper, nearly inaudible.

He grinned, laughing as tears stung his eyes. "Hey, spitfire. Long time no see."

"Steve!" She launched herself at him, arms wrapping around his neck and clinging on for dear life.

Catching her by the waist, he swung Y/N around, burying his face in her hair. They held onto one another as if they might vanish if they let go. But after a minute, Steve gently pushed her back.

"How? How are you here? What are you wearing? I don't understand, Steve, they said you died! Your plane went down in the ocean," she stammered, hand on his forearm with a grip like a vice.

"I survived. The serum kept me alive in the ice for seventy years," he said, questioning his own sanity momentarily; standing in the flat again made everything that happened seem like a distant dream.

Y/N frowned, brows knitting together. "What? Did you hit your head? Steve, this is 1945."

"I know, I came from 2023. I'm alive," he said, and saw her mentally backing away, so added, "I'm alive, and so is Bucky."

Her head snapped up, eyes immediately filling with tears. A dozen emotions whizzed through them in a second; disbelief, pain, hope. It shone clearly in her face as she stepped closer.

What did you say?" She asked, voice choked as she brought her shaking hands up to her mouth.

"Bucky's alive," he repeated softly, "and I can send you to him, in the future. But we don't have a lot of time. You need to listen to me, carefully, and do what I say."

She spluttered, struggling for words. "I, but...what about you?"

"I've made my decision," Steve said, and gently took her hands in his, "now, please, listen."

Bucky watched the machine, feeling a wave of numbness wash over his insides. Nothing was a better deal than the pain, the cruel sting of betrayal fighting to be felt. But he beat it back, unable to allow those thoughts validation.

Steve gave up so much for him, he fought for years to get him here. Steve deserved this. And no matter how wrong those words sounded in his head, he resolutely stood by them.

The seconds ticked by, noted by Bruce's countdown. A flash of guilt almost made Bucky explain what was going to happen, explain that Steve left them. Left him. But he possessed no energy to speak, they'd see in a second, when no one appeared-

Zap. A blinding flash of light.

There's someone there.

Bucky frowned, hands falling from his pockets. Did Steve change his mind? Did he...

All the thoughts in his head stopped as the figure stepped down. Too small, too lithe for it to be Steve. Bucky's heart rate quickened, something in his unconscious already registering his recognition.

The suit fell away, and if he weren't frozen in place, Bucky wouldn't have been standing. A quiver shot through him, nearly buckling his knees. Shock, fear and pure disbelief all delayed his reaction.

Y/N looked around, amazed, but turned to stone as she set eyes on him. Her face went utterly blank, a strangled sound leaving her lips.

Wearing her yard slacks, with a small bag on her shoulder, her face covered in dirt, hair streaked with grease, cap perched on-top, slanted to one side...she was everything he remembered, and his heart tried to leave his chest to go to her. To be whole again.

But fear held him back. She didn't know the things he'd done, the person he became after the train accident. What if-

"Who is she?" Sam asked, glaring as he stalked towards her, an accusation rising on his lips.

Bucky answered without hesitation, or thinking; the question had been asked countless times over the years. It always recieved the same reply. "My doll."

Sam stopped short, glancing between them, the way neither took their eyes off the other. He nodded, brows still closely knit, and backed off.

Slowly, Y/N approached, encouraged by the sound of his voice. She reached out carefully, when she got close enough. Trembling fingers brushed his cheek, and a shudder ran through her.

"My Bucky..." She said quietly, eyes roaming over his face, a small smile tugging at her lips, "...you're here, in front of me. Alive."

He swallowed dryly, heart thundering away beneath his skin. "I'm different...you don't know..."

No sooner had the words left his mouth that her eyes found the cold metal where his flesh used to be. In reaching to hold it, she'd been taken by surprise.

Gently, Y/N took the hand in her own, examing the limb with a careful gaze. Moments passed, and she met his eyes again. Bucky steeled himself for rejection, for the disgust and horror.

Her hand went back to his cheek, and he involuntairly leaned into it. The warmth seeped into his blood. She stood on her tip toes, the smile on her lips blossoming into a bright beam of sunlight. "You've always been my Bucky, and always will be. Metal appendages and all."

He fell apart and dove down to capture her lips, clutching her to him with the hunger of a starving man. She pulled herself in, hands tangling in his brown locks, and both tasted salt on the others' lips.

So filled with joy his heart could burst, Bucky revelled in the feeling of holding his girl again. Laughing through the tears, he buried his face in her neck.

Thank you, Steve, for the greatest gift of all.

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avengers-age-of-fanfics · 4 years ago

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just for you, honeybee (3/?)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, steve rogers x reader (platonic)

word count: 3,986

authors note: part three!!!! I'm honestly so happy with how this is turning out so please leave feedback and lmk how I'm doing! thank you all so much :)

warnings: swearing, super soldier serum injection, needles, drinking

summary: dating back to 1943, you, james barnes, and steve rogers were best friends, including bucky being your boyfriend. when you get a notice that bucky died in the war, you make it your mission to find closure for yourself and protect steve as he is the only remaining piece of bucky you have left. once you are offered the super soldier serum, you and steve must make your way through world war 2 - and the unknown future hardships to come.

recap: You picked at your nails, anxiety swallowing you whole, “and what if you don’t make it back, either?”

“I will.”

It had only taken you 5 days to make up your mind: either go with Steve as he finishes out his mission with the army or wait in Brooklyn upon his return. “Well,” you always bit back, “if you return.”

You did not want to stay in Brooklyn and wait for Steve to come back. You had done that with Bucky and after learning his tragic death, you needed to go with Steve. You didn’t care who you had to fight – you were protecting Steve Rogers and looking after him, just like James would have wanted.

Peggy Carter immediately welcomed you and seemed somewhat relieved when you had met with them outside your apartment complex, bags packed and ready to go. She had given you a soft smile and a nod, making you feel more at calm with your decision. However, before you left, you needed to say goodbye – just in case.

Dressed in a tie-neck floral dress, you headed across the street to where Grover was, selling newspapers once again in the early morning. However, when he wasn’t on the sidewalk, he was in your apartment, holding you as you cried for Bucky. Grover had helped you open Bucky’s files and put on his dog tags; he was there while Steve was sorting out your arrangements with Peggy. He had your snot stains on his nicest shirts that you always apologized for, and he had carefully placed the dog tags over your head; Grover was certainly one of your rocks when Steve needed to grieve on his own, which you understood.

Noticing your approaching figure, Grover stood up and shooed people away from his stand, meeting you halfway. He noticed your solemn look, “you goin’ with Mr. America?”

With a nod, you wrapped your arms around the older man’s neck, his chubby arms meeting your waist in a split second, “I have to, Grove. I needta’ keep my promise to James, and watch after Stevie.”

Grover tightened his grip around you and squeezed, much like a father would, “sure that super soldier can’t do it himself? Looks more than capable.”

You shook your head against his neck, “I promised – I promised James; you know that.”

Grover pulled away, resting his hands on your shoulders, “I know you did, kid…but that don’t mean it still pains me to see ya go…Come back here, the both of you, in one piece – ya hear me?”

With a nod, you squeezed Grover’s hand on your shoulder and went back to where Steve and Peggy were standing by an army truck, your bags already in the trunk. As the two looked back at you, you gave a curt nod, “I’m ready.”

Steve helped you into the backseat as Peggy headed up front, starting the truck up once you were all piled in. As you rode off, away from Brooklyn, you looked back to your home, and gave a sad wave to Grover who was already back to selling newspapers – but you saw him wiping his cheeks. Tears flooded your eyes as you imagined you and Bucky finding a nice white picket house in Brooklyn once he came back like he promised. Turning back around, you wiped your eyes, looking forward to the road, a hand wrapped around Bucky’s dog tags.

Only a little while into the car ride, you leaned forward, asking the two soldiers a question, “where exactly are we headed?”

Steve turned around towards you, “first, Camp Lehigh where we’ll get you some ID so they know you’re with Peggy and me. Then, London, where Colonel Phillips got a lead on Schmidt’s new hideout.”

You looked down at your nails, picking at the skin surrounding them, “can I be of help in any way? And, uh… who is Schmidt?”

Peggy glanced back at you for a quick moment, “how are your fighting skills, y/n?”

Steve gave her a glare, “no, absolutely not.”

The driver looked back once more, expecting an answer. You glanced at Steve, “I’ve got experience with guns and hand-on-hand combat.”

Steve shook his head, “that’s nice but I’m not letting you do what I think Peggy is insinuating.”

Peggy elbowed him before she answered you, “there’s a chance your skills may come in handy, Miss y/n, but it won’t be an easy feat.”

You nodded to her, “I’d like to be of any service I can, Agent Carter.”

Steve grumbled, “am I just invisible to you two?” That finally got a giggle out of you and Steve glanced back, squeezing your hand, before turning towards the front.

You waited a few moments before you tapped Steve’s shoulder, getting his attention, “hmm?”

With a head tilt, you asked again, “who is this Schmidt guy? Never got an answer earlier.”

Steve seemed a bit tense when you asked before answering you, “he’s a confidant to Hitler and closely affiliated with Hydra. Once we take down Schmidt, we get closer to taking down Hitler.”

Your eyes had widened during his short summary, “so you really been killin’ Nazis, Stevie?”

He huffed, “been trying too – mostly taking over Hydra bases. Buck was more the killing Nazi type.”

With a slight smile, you squeezed Steve’s hand, “sounds like our James.”

The rest of the ride was quiet, save for some mindless chatter over Peggy’s radio.

By the time you three got to Camp Lehigh, getting your identification was nothing out of the ordinary; however, being looked at with either such sorrow or surprise was a shock. You had assumed people knew about Bucky, but you never thought Bucky had told everyone about the girl from home, nor that they knew what she looked like. Tears flooded your eyes very quickly at the image of Bucky boasting about his Brooklyn girl and everything about her, and apparently, his words got all the way back to New Jersey.

Even when you got to the London Bunker, more dejected looks were given your way. Some sick part of you wished he hadn’t made you such a big deal, but if he were still alive, you’d be flustered. With subtle hands, you quietly put Bucky’s dog talks within your new army greens officer uniform. While you definitely were not an officer, Peggy had no problem lending you one of hers, telling you that if someone had a problem with it, take it up with her.

You clearly remembered her conversation as she dragged you into her tent, quickly shoveling through a trunk of hers, “are you alright wearing one of these? I have a few different sizes – whatever fits you.”

You accepted a green skirt of hers with a nod, along with a tan-colored blouse and a green jacket. Thankfully, it had no medals on it so you didn’t exactly feel as if you were impersonating a soldier.

You looked towards Peggy as she made her leave, “thank you, Agent Carter…You truly did not have to do this but – but I appreciate it.”

Peggy gave a soft smile as she opened the tent, “anything for Barnes’ girl.”

Right when she left, you sobbed for a good 20 minutes. You remember mumbling to yourself, “I hope I still am your best girl, Jamie.”

Over the next few days, you had quickly grown accustomed to the troops' fast pace and overall serious atmosphere, along with their Colonel. You would never admit it to the man, but Colonel Phillips scared you when you two had first met; you wondered if he had ever laughed in his entire life. And you definitely wouldn’t tell him this either, but you knew he was a big softie underneath that whole ‘I’m Colonel Phillips and you have to be intimidated by me’ attitude. Once you had arrived in London, you made it your mission to make the Colonel laugh, whether it be at your expense or someone else’s – but it took your mind off James; well, as much as it could.

One man who admired your mission and seemed to play along with it was Mr. Howard Stark; when the two of you weren’t messing around, history was being made, and changing the world for the better was your first priority.

Besides his cocky attitude, Howard had truly become one of your favorite people – besides Captain America himself, of course. When Steve had introduced you to the team focused on finding Schmidt and the rest of Hydra, Howard had taken to you liking a father hen, showing you his new tech and his favorite, the new vibranium shield he made for Cap. He was so ecstatic about showing a new face his greatest creation and how indestructible it was; as he told you, everyone else did not seem as impressed and he needed someone with a brain like yours to comprehend what he made.

While nobody else knew, he had also shown you the last remaining vial of the super-soldier serum Dr. Erskine had made and thus, what Howard had been trying to recreate. He had almost been successful but told you he did not want to use Erskine’s last vial on someone, in case it ever came to that. Instead, he wanted to try his own, one that would not affect one’s looks physically but included all the enhancements. Now that got you intrigued; you loved Steve, truly, but if you ever got the chance to take Stark’s serum and wanted a husband in the future, you did not want to look so…bulky.

The two of you worked closely together, using Stark brainpower and L/N design skills and expert eye to create the new symbol for Captain America.

With a pretty decent paint job on your part, both you and Howard took a step back from the upheld shield, looking over the new red, white and blue design, fit with a silver star. Tears filled your eyes but you refused to let them fall as Howard rested a hand on your back – your Stevie would be carrying that shield proudly very shortly.

Howard pulled you into a quick side hug, “Sergeant Barnes would be proud of you, kid. Look at you, designing Captain America’s new shield!”

With a soft laugh, you wiped your eyes, “I hope he would be.”

Before Howard stepped away to give you some space, you grabbed onto his arm, eyes darting towards the suitcase underneath his desk, “can I ask you something, Howard?”

Howard crossed his arms, “what’s goin’ on inside that head of yours, kiddo?”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, “listen, I know you’re gonna say no, but I just… I need to get this out.”

Howard noticed your serious tone and pulled you against a corner of the huge bunker that had been your home for the past couple of days, surrounded by books that you had read in record time, “go on, kid.”

You fumbled over your words, nails scratching against your skin, “do you think – do you think I could take the serum? Your recreation, of course – I saw your successful attempts and I want to take it. I’ve thought it over, truly, and it’s what I want. Ever since James – ever since James died, I’ve felt so lost and useless; I want to do something, something that James would be proud of. And I know you’re gonna say no, but Howard, I really need to do this, so please-“

Howard interrupted you, hand held up calmly, “let’s talk to Colonel Phillips, okay?”

Your eyes grew wide, “real-really? No immediate reprimanding?”

He looked at you with soft eyes, “I know what you’re feeling, y/n, and it’s not a good feeling. While I wish there was another solution other than you taking the serum, I – I’m not opposed to it. Maybe we need a sidekick.”

You gave a slight smile as he grinned back, “thank you, Howie.” He pinched your arm in response to his nickname, narrowing his eyes playfully.

The moment you asked Colonel Phillips for a private meeting with you, him, Howard, and Peggy, he already seemed on edge. Woke up on the wrong side of the cot, sour coffee, you weren’t sure – but you were sure that he was not going to be happy with your idea.

As expected, the meeting with Colonel Phillips was not exactly great; he may have thrown a fit and yelled at you for even suggesting such a thing. Okay, ouch, that stung – you genuinely thought it was a good idea.

You had interrupted during such fit, “sir, may I remind you that Steve Rogers had no prior fighting experience yet he got the super-soldier serum? I have the skills – well, some skills - the will to fight, and the…”

You stopped.

“I have a purpose, just like Steve,” you began once more, “Hydra took away the most important person in my life and I’ll be damned to hell if I’m not gonna do anything to stop them. So please, sir, let me do this.”

Peggy Carter stood beside Colonel Phillips, her lips twitching up in a slight smile, “you remind me of him. Of Barnes.” The Colonel grumbled.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, “I guess he rubbed off on me.”

Peggy looked to Colonel Phillips as he was deep in thought, until he spoke, “you talk to Rogers about this?”

You shook your head, “no, sir.”

Colonel Phillips crossed his arms, “I suggest you bring it to his attention before we make a final decision, l/n. Then, if we decide yes, we’re going to need to change the plan just a tad bit.”

With a nod, you stood up and walked out of the meeting room, hoping to find Steve around the corner somewhere; on your way out, you already heard Colonel Phillips grumbling about how it would be nice to have another super-soldier.

One of the Howling Commandos spoke up during your search for Steve, “he’s over at Crocker’s Folly. Bar right across the street from here, kid.” You thanked him and walked out of the site, spotting a very beat-down bar just across the street, surprisingly still standing.

Heading over, you had honestly no idea how to bring up the idea of you taking the serum to Steve; it definitely was no normal conversation. You knew he would say no, but you wanted to take it and be of use during the war and avenge Bucky in any way you could. Once inside, you heard a radio in the distance of the bar, unsure of what song was playing. Following the sound, broken glass and among other things crunched under your footsteps, letting Steve know someone was there.

Sitting at a table with a bottle of liquor and a glass by himself, your best friend turned around and glanced at you, pulling up a chair. You gave a small smile, finding the seat right across from him, “are you okay?”

Steve shrugged, “that Dr. Erskine said the serum wouldn’t just affect my muscles, it would affect my cells. Create a protective system of regeneration and healing… which means uh.. –“

“You can’t get drunk.”

Steve shot you a look, “when you’d get so smart?”

You kicked his foot with a chuckle, “when I started hangin’ out with Howard.”

He gave a sad smile as tears flooded his eyes, “I am so sorry, y/n.”

You choked back a sob, eyes filling with tears, “it wasn’t your fault, Stevie. I know that you did everything you could.”

Steve’s eyes were brimmed red, “how are you – how are you staying so strong?”

Clearing your throat of the sob making its way up, you licked your lips, “I feel like I’ve cried too many tears, Steve. I want to cry more, my god I do, but I know he wouldn’t want that.”

Steve nodded, “’m sorry to bring him up, I just…” he mumbled, “I’m going to kill Schmidt and all of Hydra if it’s the last thing ‘m gonna do, y/n.” His hand had curled into a fist and you felt the anger radiating off of him.

You grasped his hand, softly uncurling it, “I actually wanted to talk to you about something, pertaining Schmidt.”

Steve let out a grumble, taking one last sip of his drink, “everything okay?”

You nodded, “I – I’m okay. But Howard…he has a remaining vial of the serum from Dr. Erskine and has even recreated it himself. I talked to Peggy and Colonel Phillips and I’m going to take it, the recreation.”

Steve’s eyes shot up to yours, “Y/N, I can’t – I can’t let you do that. It’s too dangerous and I promised –“

“Steve,” you stopped him, “I know you promised Bucky that you would look out for me. I promised him that about you, too. But I want to do this. It’s my decision and I’m hoping you’ll let me do this for myself and Buck.”

The man across from you looked down at his glass for a long while before he looked you in the eyes with a grin, “’gonna pretend I can get drunk and forget why I even agreed.”

A small smile formed on your lips as you reached over, squeezing his hand, “thank you, Stevie. Now c’mon, we got a serum to inject and plans to tweak.”

When the two of you reached the bunker once again, you nodded to Howard and he let out a breath. He was not exactly looking forward to this, injecting you with the serum, but it’s what you wanted. Word quickly got to Colonel Phillips who seemed a bit relieved himself, glad there were no tantrums thrown – much like his.

Down the many halls of the bunker, Howard, Peggy, and a few nurses prepared an operation room, a bed centered in the middle of the room as lights displayed it. Once you were injected, you would need a few moments to recollect yourself – both of them knew this.

You, Colonel Phillips, and Steve stood outside the operation room, looking in as Howard laid out the serum and sedation if needed. The Colonel spoke up first, looking down at you, “you certain about this? There’s no guarantee you’ll live.”

You nodded, “I’m aware, Colonel. But I’ve thought it through and it’s what I want.”

Steve looked to you as the Colonel looked on, “you yell for me if you need me, okay? I’m right outside.” You gave him a small smile before you headed inside per Howard’s direction.

Steve stopped you once more, “and y/n?”

You turned around to look at him as he continued, “you’re a good person. Maybe not a perfect soldier yet, but a good person.”

You smiled at Steve, “looks like I’ll need you as my teacher once I become your sidekick, Stevie.” You both let out a chuckle.

Nurses stood behind the two tables surrounding the cot you were instructed to lay on, taking off your shirt and tossing it into Peggy’s arms, letting out a whistle, immediately calming your nerves. You flashed her a smile which she returned.

Bright lights shining onto your body – now only clad in a bra and some army green cargo pants – your gaze shifted to Howard. He looked albeit nervous but once he caught your eye, all nerves disappeared, “how ya feelin’ kid?”

You chuckled, “like I’m about to be turned into a super-soldier.”

Howard’s shoulders shook with a slight laugh, “that’s nuts – it’s almost as if I’m administering said serum. I’m gonna inject you with some penicillin, okay?”

You nodded your head, looking towards the window where you saw Steve looking way too tense. With a smile, you gave him a thumbs up in which he chuckled at, shaking his head. Beside him stood the Colonel who looked nervous himself, but with a blow-kiss, you saw him roll his eyes and turn back into your stern Colonel Phillips.

Howard spoke up, grabbing your attention, “now, y/n, your transformation will be a bit different from Steve’s, but the outcome should be the same – just no outer physical changes, as I mentioned. No need for nerves. You ready?”

You nodded, and with a deep breath, you felt the sharp needle penetrate your skin, injecting you with the serum. As the serum coursed through your veins, your skin felt as if it were on fire, your breaths growing quicker and sweat already forming on your skin. Howard noticed your breaths, “deep breaths, kid, don’t rush the process. You got this. How ya feelin’?”

You grunted, “burning – hot but cold. Freezer burn.”

Howard grew pale, somehow making sense of your words, “okay, y/n, you gotta fight this. Don’t let the serum override your body – you gotta let it combine with your cells. C’mon, kid!” Peggy’s grip tightened on your shirt as she looked on, whispering words of encouragement.

Outside, Steve and Colonel Phillips began pacing, the Colonel glaring through the window, telling himself that he could telepathically communicate with you and force you to live through this. Steve bit his thumb, growing more and more anxious by the second.

Your body had now started to sweat profusely, the shine adding itself to your figure as you breathed heavier, a gasp and a sharp scream leaving your lips. Steve immediately ran in, holding your hand, “y/n, come on, please! Fight this – don’t give up, please. I – I need you, we all do.”

In a split second, your eyes opened, meeting Steve’s for a split second before you let out another yell, eyes squeezing shut once more, “Steve! It hurts – it hurts!”

Your whole body felt as if it were on fire yet hypothermic, your chest feeling so heavy that it was difficult to breathe. Every cell in your body felt as if it were being torn apart and being put back together again; you talked to yourself in your head, “how the hell did Steve do this?”

Steve ran a hand over your now-damp hair, “I know, I know, but you got this, y/n. Once you beat this, we’ll go and kill those sonsabitches at Hydra, you hear me? You gotta beat this.”

Over time, which honestly felt like hours, your body slowly started to welcome the serum and new changes within your body, your breathing returning to normal and sweat disappearing onto the cot below you, body returning to normal temperature. With only a slightly bloody nose, you felt…good. Resting against the cot, you let out a sigh, eyes fluttering.

Howard hooked an IV up to your arm, returning the liquids you had sweat out, pushing your shoulder lightly, “’gotta talk to me, kid.”

You grumbled, “’m tired…but feel like I could run a marathon.”

Steve’s hand squeezed yours as he let out a laugh, looking up to the ceiling, “that’s your girl, Barnes. You did great, y/n – you did great.”

Eyes still shut, you hummed, “mmm…do I have abs of steel now?”

Steve chuckled, “would it make you feel better if I said yes?”

You nodded your head, a dopey smile on your face. Steve continued, “I wouldn’t want to fight you in the ring, bug.”

Slowly but surely, you opened your eyes, adjusting to the way your body felt and sensed everything around you. With a grunt, you rubbed your eyes, glancing at your hands – hmm, they looked the same?

Howard noticed your confusion, “Remember what I said, kid? No outer physical changes, but you got all the upgrades Rogers has. Better looking, obviously,” you let out a soft laugh, “just not as bulky.”

With a hum, you sat up, fighting off Steve and Howard’s mother hen tendencies, “’mentioned that earlier…bulky. ‘m fine, by the way – stop worryin’.”

Slowly getting off the cot, you walked around the room, stretching your legs and your whole body. Everything felt different but good; it’s like your senses and every cell within your body were heightened. “It felt cold,” you mentioned to Howard, “the serum.”

He nodded, “as opposed to the vita-rays, we had to keep it in cold storage. Easier that way.”

You hummed, and while turning around in the small room, your eyes met Steve’s once more, “well Captain, what now?”

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wayward-dreamer · 4 years ago

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Life’s Lessons - Part 15

Title: Life’s Lessons - A Lesson in Finding the One

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader

Word Count: 8,857 (texts, thoughts, song lyrics in italics)

Part Summary: Dean and Y/N find themselves so busy in the following weeks, that things blow out of proportion and they spend the night apart. Feeling awful about it the next day, they plan to apologise to each other but something unexpected stops them from that. Later, Dean and Y/N share a tearful apology, after the experience of nearly losing each other makes them realise what is truly important.

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Fighting, Hurtful words, Doubts, Insecurities, Guilt, Tears, Hurt!Dean (don’t hate me, it’s not for long), Hospital, Tears, Fluff, Romance, Smut, Oral sex (Female receiving), Dirty talk, Vaginal Fingering, Brief handjob, Unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it, people), A whole bunch of fluff.

Music: Leather and Lace by Stevie Nicks & Don Henley (Y/N driving home scene), Do I Move You by Briana Buckmaster (Dean and Y/N date night scene), Ramble On by Led Zeppelin (Dean and Y/N end scene)

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A/N: Well, this is it. The last chapter. I can’t believe it. Thank you all, from the bottom of my heart, for all your love for this series. I’m so grateful for each of you; every single one. You’re all the best. Epilogue will post next week, but happy reading and enjoy the final chapter! :)

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Two more weeks passed that were incredibly busy for both Y/N and Dean.

Dean had been swamped between the old and new sites, trying to fix up people’s cars at the old and then working with Benny on the car that had come in for restoration at the old site, but they moved it to the new. They had gotten this big job a few months ago, and had started then but moving it over to the new site had been a good decision as everything was more open and had more room to move around. They had so many people calling in with every model of car Dean had ever heard of, in different states and different forms of restoration that needed to be done. There were only so many they could book, and had to eventually tell people they couldn’t take any more for the next few months.

He had been coming home later and later, and barely had time to even kiss Y/N let alone do anything else. He really couldn’t wait until they hired a few more people and he could finally go back to his regular hours. They were in the middle of the hiring process too; yet another reason they had been so busy.

Y/N had a lot going on at school as well. There had big tests she had given her students in both grades and had a lot of grading to do. While that was happening, she also had to plan lessons for the new content they had to cover, while also taking on a few tutoring duties after school for the kids that really needed help, in order to get to the high school level by September.

She had been coming home later than usual, but then she would cook and leave something for Dean to eat so that when he came back late, he wouldn’t come to bed absolutely starving. She had barely seen him, always falling asleep before he got home because she was so exhausted herself.

She really hoped things would slow down soon for both of them so that they could have more time together.

Y/N was in the middle of grading tests when she heard the front door open and close, and then Dean’s boots in the hallway. She usually did her work in her office at her own house but considering she had just made a quick and easy pasta for dinner over at Dean’s, she decided to sit at the dining table after eating and grade the papers there.

“Hey, sweetheart” Dean muttered as he saw her, sounding completely wrecked.

She looked up at him, offering a small smile. “Hey. Food’s still hot, so eat up.” She went back to her grading as she heard him wash up and then sat down with his food, across from her at the table.

“How was your day?” he asked, taking a bite and looking at her.

“Busy” she replied, not looking up from the tests in front of her. She pushed her glasses up as they slid down her nose but made no move to look up at him.

Dean frowned as he saw her so engrossed in her work that she didn’t even look at him. He really wanted to take a few minutes to just be with her, considering they had barely talked in the last two weeks.

“Y/N, can’t you put that away for a while?” he asked, trying not to sound too frustrated.

“No, I can’t, Dean. This is important; I’ve been so behind with grading, and the kids are really getting antsy about their scores” she replied, shaking her head as she continued to look down.

“Sweetheart… we’ve barely seen each other. You can finish that in the morning too” he countered.

“I’m almost done, Dean. Please, just… let me finish. You can keep talking, I’m listening, okay?” She was irritable and really hoped he wouldn’t push any further.

“Yeah. Okay” he mumbled as he continued to eat. “Maybe… maybe we can go out on Friday night. God knows we haven’t been out, just us, in a long time.”

“We really don’t have to” she said, quickly glancing at him before continuing her work.

“Oh, come on, Y/N. It’ll be good, we can finally relax” he said, smiling slightly, hoping she’d look up at him and actually agree.

She scoffed as she shook her head. “Yeah, and then you can leave me in the morning like you always do for your top-secret mission.”

An eerie silence fell in the house as Dean stopped eating. He put his fork down slowly as he looked at her. He kept calm as he thought about how to broach this.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, calmly even though he was a little annoyed.

She finally looked up at him with her glasses on, and if it was any other day, Dean would’ve found it incredibly hot rather than scary. “It means that there’s no point in us going out on Friday night if you’re just going to leave the next morning and then not tell me what you’re up to.”

“Y/N, I need you to trust me, okay? I’ll tell you soon, I promise” he tried to reassure her, hoping she’d understand. “It’s something for us, for our future and I just want things to be perfect.”

“But do you really have to be away every Saturday? I mean, what the fuck am I supposed to think is going on, Dean? You’ve been busy during the week, the least you could do is spend some time with me on the weekend, but no! You keep leaving at the earliest possible hour and you come back late at night!” she said, glaring at him as her voice raised slightly. She got up quickly, the chair scraping harshly against the floors.

“You’re not supposed to think anything, Y/N” he snapped. “You’re supposed to trust me, that’s it.”

“Well, it’s kind of hard to do that when you’re never here” she scoffed as she walked away from the table and into the kitchen. Dean shook his head, following behind her.

“I’m not the only one who hasn’t been here” he threw back at her.

She laughed bitterly, and Dean felt his stomach turn at the sound.

“Really? Then what is all of this?” she asked, gesturing to the food on the stove. “I’m here every day, making sure you have what you need when you get back at god knows what time of night!”

“That maybe so, sweetheart… but that” he said, gesturing to the table with the tests on it. “That’s when you’re not here! I try to talk to you and you’re always so lost in what you’re doing, you can’t even hear me!” Dean yelled.

“Fine, then let me make it easier for you” she hissed, as she walked to the table and gathered up all the tests. She shoved them into her handbag, picked up her coat and put it on over her oversized sweater, to keep her exposed legs warm.

“Y/N stop” Dean said, shaking his head. “Please, stop.”

That was not going well at all and he felt horrible for even bothering her while she had been working. She was working. It’s not like she was ignoring him on purpose.

“For the record, this is my job” she snapped at him as she turned around. “And you holding it against me is something I’m not going to stand for.”

“Y/N, wait-” he started but she walked out the door so quickly, slamming the door behind her, he barely had time to register it.

He had the first thought of following her, but the second thought of knowing she needed space, stopped him. That was the first time they had fought, and it was bad. He had blamed her work for the reason she was distant, but it was the fact that he was keeping something from her that caused her to be so upset. Plus, all these days apart hadn’t helped them in their relationship.

He knew he had to fix this and soon. He just hoped he hadn’t royally screwed up.

That night after Y/N finally finished grading the tests, she angrily washed her face before putting on her pyjamas and getting into bed. She glared up at the ceiling of her bedroom, shaking her head. He was the one who was hiding something and then blaming her for being distant because of her work. She had to distract herself from thoughts and insecurities about what might be happening, with her work. He had some nerve to blame her for this.

Though… she hadn’t exactly helped by saying that he was never there. Yes, it was sort of true, but she knew how hard he was working at the new garage, while also trying to keep things up and running at the old one. She knew he loved his work so much and she never wanted him to think she would be angry at him because of it. She really hoped he wasn’t thinking that.

She knew she needed to sleep on it and figure it out the next day. She just hoped she could.

It had been a restless night for Dean. Not sleeping next to Y/N was definitely the biggest factor of that, but their fight had been playing on his mind all night too. He woke up to go to work and was yet to see her that day.

He hated that he brought her job into their argument. She was great at what she did, she was passionate, and she always supported him, so he had to support her too. He hated that for a minute back there he used it against her. He knew as soon as he got home, he had to speak to her. One night without her next him was enough to scare him. He never wanted to be without her, even for one night.

Dean: I hated not having you next to me last night. I’m clocking out early today, we have to talk, sweetheart. I’m so sorry about what I said. I love you.

He had sent her a message during the day and he just hoped that she would want to actually talk to him when she got home. He was going to make it a point to be home before her, so that she knew he was serious about this. He needed her to know that.

He was glad that work was a good distraction at that point. It was the middle of the day, he had a few hours left of work, and he had to tow someone’s car back to the garage. Hopefully he could continue to distract himself for the next few hours, until he returned home and dealt with the aftermath of the night before.

As he drove back to the garage, he stopped at a light and thought about what he was going to say to Y/N when she got home. He was scared and didn’t know if he would just end up ruining everything more than he already had. He couldn’t lose her. Not now, not ever. He really had to think carefully about what to say.

As the light turned green, Dean moved the tow truck forward, ready to head back to the garage. However, he didn’t have time to react as another car ran a red light and hit the tow truck on the passenger side, sending it screeching along the road a few feet away.

The last thing on Dean’s mind as he blacked out was Y/N.

The night had not been restful for Y/N either.

She was embarrassed about how she had reacted. She shouldn’t have doubted Dean and what he was doing. She always said she would trust him and now she made him doubt whether she did or not. She did. She completely and unconditionally did, but she did have her fears about what he was doing. If he couldn’t tell her, then clearly something was wrong. Or maybe nothing was wrong, and she was just a bitch for overreacting.

She was glad when she got a message from him saying he’d be home early. She knew they needed to talk before things got worse.

Y/N: Okay. I’m so sorry too. I do trust you, Dean. You have to know that I do. We’ll talk when I get home. I love you, so much.

She had spent nearly the whole day at work with this at the back of her mind. She was so distracted at work and everyone could tell that something was wrong. Some of the teachers had asked her if she was okay when she was in the staff room, but she just played it off like she didn’t get a lot of sleep. However, when Charlie asked when they went to the staff bathroom before their next classes, Y/N told her everything.

“I made a mess of everything, Charlie” she said, shaking her head as she leaned her hands on the sink.

Charlie shook her head, as she rubbed her hand up and down Y/N’s back. “No, you didn’t. Do you guys need to talk about it? Yes, of course, but you haven’t made a mess.”

“But I’ve made him doubt my trust in him. I don’t want him to think I don’t trust him” Y/N choked out, trying to keep her emotions at bay.

“No, you haven’t made him doubt anything, Y/N. He loves you, and he knows you love him, trust him. You just have to talk it out. He’s going to be the one to tell you everything, but all I’m going to say is that it’s a good thing; what he’s waiting to tell you. I promise” Charlie reassured her, smiling at her, softly.

“It’s going to make me feel even worse, isn’t it?” Y/N asked, frowning.

Charlie wasn’t going to say anything, but when Y/N lifted an eyebrow, she sighed. “Yeah.”

“Great” Y/N shook her head, closing her eyes.

“But it’s also going to make you feel really good, really excited, and that’s it. That’s all I’m going to say” Charlie said, trying not to smile as she thought about it.

“Okay” Y/N nodded.

The next class went on and on, as she taught the kids and distracted herself. She was incredibly glad when that bell rang at the end of the day and she could finally get home. She didn’t say her goodbyes to anyone, just picked up her bags and lunch that she couldn’t finish because she didn’t have the stomach for it and left the school.

As she drove home, she could feel her heart beating wildly as she thought about Dean coming home and what she was going to say to him. She had to fix this and promise him that she would never doubt him ever again. She loved him and she trusted him; she needed him to really know that.

As she drove, a soft melody started on the radio and she instantly knew what song it was.

Is love so fragile

And the heart so hollow

Shatter with words

Impossible to follow

You’re saying I’m fragile I try not to be

I search only for something that I can’t see

I have my own life and I am stronger

Than you know

But I carry this feeling

When you walked into my house

That you won’t be walking out the door

Still I carry this feeling

When you walked into my house

That you won’t be walking out the door

Y/N felt the tears in her eyes stream down her cheeks as she finally let out the emotions of what happened. All she could think about was how she did walk out the night before, and how she regretted it instantly but made no move to turn around and go back to him. How could she do that?

Lovers forever face to face

My city your mountains

Stay with me stay

I need you to love me

I need you today

Give to me your leather

Take from me my lace

The song hit too close to what she was feeling, and she flicked the button, turning the radio off. She was almost home, anyway.

She wiped her eyes as she turned down their street, speeding up to reach the house quicker. She parked in her driveway but frowned when she didn’t see the Impala parked at Dean’s. Maybe he was still on his way home.

Suddenly, her phone rang and she picked it up, frowning when she saw ‘Sam’ instead of ‘Dean’. She thought maybe he would call and tell her he was on his way, but as she picked up the phone, that thought was quickly replaced with worry when she heard Sam’s frantic voice.

“Y/N! Where are you right now?” he asked, his breath short as he sounded like he was rushing around, and he sounded scared.

“I just got home… Sam, what’s wrong?” she asked in return, feeling her throat constricting as fear gripped her heart.

“The hospital just called me, they said Dean’s been in an accident. I’m on my way but if you can get there before me-” he replied, but she cut him off as she turned her car back on.

“I’m leaving now!” she yelled as she hung up and pulled out of the driveway and drove down the road towards the hospital.

She tried not to let the worst possible thoughts enter her mind, but that was hard to do when it was one thought after another, constantly. She felt like she couldn’t breathe; like her throat was closed and she couldn’t even gasp for breath. She frantically pulled into an empty spot in the hospital parking, grabbed her bag and rushed towards the entrance. She went to the desk and tried to find her voice as the nurse behind the desk looked at her.

“I’m here to see Dean Winchester, he was brought in” she said through short breaths, as she tried to calm herself down.

“Are you his emergency contact?” the nurse asked, as she started clicking the mouse and typing something on the computer in front of her.

“N-no, I-I’m not, but his brother is on his way-” Y/N started but the nurse shook her head, sternly.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I can’t tell you anything without Mr. Winchester’s next of kin here” she said, looking between Y/N and the screen.

“No, please, I have to know if he’s okay” Y/N shook her head, frantically, trying to reason with her. “Please, you have to tell me.”

“He’s with the doctors right now, but that’s all I can say. I’m sorry” the nurse said, giving her one bit of information she was allowed to give, which wasn’t very telling about Dean’s condition.

Y/N stepped back from the desk, letting out a sob she had been holding back as she drove over there. She cradled her head in her hands, letting the last several hours wash over her as she descended into silent tears, in the middle of the waiting area. Something could be seriously wrong, and she wasn’t allowed to know until Sam got there. She could lose Dean and the last thing that ever happened between them would’ve been that stupid fight. She felt the guilt settle in as she continued to cry quietly, trying to be positive but failing.

“Y/N!” she heard someone yell. She looked up and walked over to Sam as he rushed towards her, dressed in a suit. He had clearly rushed straight out from work.

“Sam!” she launched herself into him, hugging him tightly. “They won’t tell me anything, they said you had to be here.”

“Okay, it’s okay, come with me” Sam was being as calm as he could be, holding her hand in his as he walked over to the desk.

“I’m Sam, Dean Winchester’s brother” he told the nurse. “Please tell us what’s going on.”

“Dean was brought in after a car collided with his tow truck at an intersection. The doctors are with him but let me get an update for you” the nurse informed them and picked up the phone.

“Alright, thank you” Sam said, as he stepped away and sat down on a chair. Y/N sat next to him; their hands still clasped.

“Sam… what if he’s-” she started but stopped, unable to even say the words.

“He’s not” Sam shook his head, but he wasn’t sure whether it was out of conviction or denial. “He can’t be.”

“I fucked up, Sam” she whispered, as tears fell down her face.

He looked confused as he looked at her. “What do you mean?”

“W-we had a s-stupid fight yesterday, and I stormed out… and-and I-I slept at my house” she stuttered, not being able to say anything properly. “And now he… he’s here. If something happened-”

Sam turned to her, gripping her shoulders to make her look at him. “Nothing happened, Y/N. Dean’s going to be just fine, I feel it. And you didn’t fuck up. You and Dean will work it out. It’ll be okay, Y/N. I know it will” he reassured her, as he pulled her into a hug. She nodded against him, not trusting her voice anymore.

“Mr. Winchester” the nurse from before gestured to them, and they got up quickly.

“Yes?” Sam said, taking Y/N’s hand again. She felt like she was about throw up as she waited for the nurse to talk.

“Dean has a mild concussion, a cut on his forehead that the doctors sutured and bandaged. They’re going to keep him overnight for observation but he’s going to be okay” she explained, a soft smile on her face.

Y/N let out a harsh breath as she sobbed, hugging Sam tightly when he pulled her in.

“Can we see him?” Sam asked.

“Yes, he’s in room 302, 5th floor” she replied, checking the room and telling them.

“Thank you” Sam said, as Y/N picked up her bag from where she had been sitting and joined Sam at the elevator.

Y/N and Sam rode the elevator up to the floor and found the room, but Sam stood back as Y/N walked to the door. She frowned as he stood behind her, a small smile on his face.

“You should go in first” he said.

“Sam, he’s your brother-” she started but he stopped her as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I know how scared you were when they couldn’t tell you anything. You need this, Y/N” he smiled softly at her. “I’ll be in soon.”

“Okay. Thanks” she said, reaching up high on the toes of her shoes and kissing his cheek.

Y/N turned the door handle and opened the door, feeling like the wind was knocked out of her all over again. Dean was asleep on the hospital bed, looking small in the big, bare room sparse of any color. The monitors beeped at a normal pace as she walked in and stood near the bed. She took in his face, a white bandage on his forehead, some small cuts and scrapes on his cheeks and hands as her eyes travelled down his body. She felt tears roll down her cheeks as she sat down on the chair next to the bed. She curled her hand around his, sniffling as she watched him.

“Dean” she called out, softly. “It’s Y/N. I’m here.”

She saw his eyes moving under his lids, as he slowly started to blink them open, flinching at the stark light of the room. Dean’s head felt heavy as he looked around the room, his eyes finally landing on Y/N. She smiled at him through tears and he felt his heart soaring as he saw her there, in the room. She was there. He was there and he was alive.

“Y/N” he croaked, trying to smile at her.

“Shhh, don’t talk” she whispered as she took the plastic cup of water from his table and placed the straw to his mouth. “Here, slow sips.”

He took a few sips of water and gulped it down, looking at her as she put the cup down. He gripped her hand in his.

“You’re here” he whispered as he looked at her.

“Of course I am” she said, softly as she leaned down and kissed his hand. “Did you think… did you think I wouldn’t be?” she asked, scared of the answer.

“I… I would’ve deserved it” he said, coughing slightly. “For what I said to you-” he started but she gripped his hand, shaking her head.

“It’s okay, Dean” she whispered, not wanting to think about that anymore. It was stupid in comparison to what happened.

“No, I shouldn’t have brought your job into it, Y/N. I’m sorry” he said, groggily as he shook his head.

“I’m sorry, too. For doubting you… for thinking you were being dishonest about something” she apologized, kissing his hand again.

“I promise I’m going to tell you… I just… I wanted it to be a surprise. And… I promise I won’t ever say you’re never here. We’ve just been busy, but we’ll make time. And I promise I won’t ever bring your work into an argument” he said, shifting a little so he was sitting up a bit more. She tried to stop him, but he was adamant on being to look at her properly and apologize.

“I promise I won’t ever doubt you again, or be angry about you working late. I know you’re doing it for a reason” she said, gripping his hand tighter.

“Come here” he smiled softly, as he tugged on her hand. She smiled in return and got up, sitting on the bed next to him. She leaned over as he lifted his other hand, pulling her in for soft, slow kiss.

She sniffled as she pulled away, more tears rolling down her face. “I hate that the fight could’ve been the last thing you remembered of me. I could’ve lost you today. And… they wouldn’t tell me anything until Sam got here-”

“Damn” he mumbled, shaking his head. “We’ll fix that tomorrow.”

“I was so scared” she cried, as she leaned into him, her tears beginning to stain his hospital gown.

“Me too” he admitted, as he pulled her in tighter. “I saw you before it all went dark. I saw…” he trailed off, not being able to tell her as her sadness got to him, a few tears rolling down his cheeks, too.

“I love you” she choked out, as she looked at him. He leaned in, kissing her harder than before, their desperation to be close getting to them.

“I love you, too” he muttered against her lips as he kept kissing her. “And for the record… there’s plenty of things I’d remember about you before that fight.”

She smiled at him as she moved forward, kissing him again, not wanting to stop.

“Oh, sorry” they both turned to see Sam standing in the doorway, his timing way off as he walked in on the emotional moment.

“Hey, Sammy” Dean said, as he continued to hold Y/N close.

“Hey” Sam said, sighing in relief as he saw his older brother looking alright for the most part. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Yeah” Dean nodded, as he leaned his head against Y/N’s.

Sam and Y/N both stayed until visiting hours were over, as they weren’t allowed to stay overnight. She didn’t want to be apart from him for another night, but Dean told her it would be okay. Sam had already called Benny and told him what happened, telling him that Dean wouldn’t be at work tomorrow. Y/N had made the decision that she would take work off the next day and take care of Dean.

Y/N picked Dean up the next morning, filling out his discharge forms, adding her name and contact information to his contact list, before driving him home. For the rest of the day, it was like she was still at school as she told Dean to relax and to give it a day before he started doing things again. By the end of the day, he was so tired that he was out like a light as soon as his head hit the pillow.

The following day, he was feeling much better and went to work for light duties, as Y/N also went back to work. When they got home, they relaxed and had a simple dinner, just spending time together that they hadn’t gotten to do in the weeks before.

Before they knew it, Friday rolled around. Dean was a hundred precent by then, and ready to take Y/N out that night. She had insisted they stay home but he had insisted harder that he was absolutely fine and ready to take her out for a much-needed date night.

Dressed in a gold, satin, strappy top and a black leather skirt that came to just at her knees, Y/N put on her black coat and black heels as Dean greeted her at the door. He was wearing a deep red, V-neck sweater and looks so gorgeous that she couldn’t think about anything other than ripping it off him.

Dean drove them into the city, feeling surprisingly okay about driving after the accident. He told her that had things been much worse, maybe he wouldn’t have bounced back to driving so quickly. He drove through the streets, parking in one of the side streets. They had a quick dinner at one of their favorite spots before Dean payed and then took her to where he really wanted to. They walked down the street, clinging to each other as the chill of the air blew around them. Dean led the way to where he was taking her.

Y/N smiled as she saw that he had brought her to a jazz club, walking through the velvet curtain and being brought to their booth table. The band was already on fire, a blonde woman singing her lungs out with a husky, whiskey touched voice that was electric. The lights were dimmed, a candle on each table adding to the glow. Y/N sipped her wine as Dean sipped his whiskey.

“This place is great” she said, smiling at him as she swayed to the music.

“I thought you’d like it” he smirked. “Think of it as an apology.”

“No, you don’t have anything to apologize for, not anymore” she shook her head, cupping his face. “It’s in the past.”

“Okay” he nodded. He looked into her eyes, smiling brighter. “God, you’re so damn beautiful.”

She felt the heat rise in her cheeks at his complement. “Dean.”

“Don’t ‘Dean’ me, sweetheart. It’s true. I know how lucky I am to have you. Especially after what happened. It… it could’ve ended so differently” he grimaced, as he remembered the day of the accident.

“I know” she nodded, but then shook her head. “Let’s not think about it.”

“You’re right” he agreed, as he leaned over and kissed her, quickly deepening the kiss.

“Alright, this next one’s for all the lovers in the house” the woman on stage announced. “Feel free to join the floor.”

A sexy, slow beat of the piano and bass started, as Y/N watched a few couples get up and move in close to each other. Suddenly, Dean stood up and smirked at her, offering his hand.

“Dean, no” she laughed, shaking her head.

“Come on, sweetheart” he said, wiggling his fingers. She bit her lip and stood up, taking his hand in hers. Dean led them over to the floor, and pulled her in close, his arms around her waist, close to her behind. She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling at him.

Do I move you?

Are you willing?

Do I groove you?

Is it thrilling?

Do I soothe you?

Tell the truth now

Do I move you?

Are you loose now?

The answer better be

That pleases me

Dean swayed him and Y/N side to side to the beat, looking into her eyes. He leaned his forehead against hers, pulling her in closer.

Are you ready

For this action

Does it give you

Satisfaction

Are you hip to what I’m saying?

If you are now

Then let’s start swaying

The answer better be

That pleases me

When I touch ya

Do you quiver?

From your head

Right down to your liver

Dean’s hand moved up her back, his fingers brushing against the exposed skin of her neck and shoulder blades, causing Y/N to shiver as she bit her lip and looked him in the eyes.

If you like it

Let me know it

Don’t be psychic

Or you’ll blow it

The answer better be

That pleases me

Dean leaned in, pressing his lips to hers in a searing kiss. She cupped his face, holding him there, before he pulled away and winked at her.

“Let’s get outta here” he whispered into her ear, taking her hand in his and quickly leading her out, after paying for their drinks.

Dean and Y/N burst through the door of Dean’s house, lips pressed against each other’s as they pushed and pulled at each other’s clothes. It had been far too long since they had been together in this way, and they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

“Get this off” she whispered against his lips as she tugged at his sweater. Dean pulled it up and his arms through it, tossing it somewhere on the floor. He reached around her and unzipped her skirt, watching her push it down and strip her top off too, leaving her in a black strapless bra and matching panties, thigh-high stockings and garter belt holding them up.

Dean picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her into the bedroom, dropping her gently on the bed. He smirked down at her as he breathed heavily, leaning down on top of her as he kissed her jaw, neck and travelled down her body. He kissed her breasts, licked a path down her torso and stomach, as he reached down and pulled her thong to one side, inserting two fingers into her already wet heat.

She moaned loudly, smiling as she felt the pads of his fingers rub along her walls. “Just like that, fuck. Dean.”

“I can’t wait to fuck you, sweetheart” he mumbled against her skin. “It’s been too fucking long.”

“I can’t wait, either” she gasped, as he thrust his fingers in and out of her, throwing her head back with a moan as he hit her g-spot with precision.

He moved his head down, his mouth finding her clit as his tongue swirled around the little bud. He moaned at the taste of her, not having done this in a while.

“Fuck, you taste so good, Y/N. Your pussy feels so great wrapped around my fingers” he groaned against her mound.

“Dean” she said, trying to reach for him impatiently. “Fuck me. Please.”

He chuckled as he moved away from her, looking down at her. “So desperate for my cock, huh?”

She whined frustratedly as she grabbed his hand gently and moved it away from her, his fingers covered in her slick. She sat up as he kneeled over her, unbuckling the belt and unzipping his dark wash jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers. She wrapped her hand around his cock, pumping it up and down along the hard shaft.

“Fuck” he grunted, feeling her hand against him. He leaned forward and kicked off his boots, taking off his jeans and boxers. Once he returned to the bed, he smirked as Y/N pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. She held his hard cock to her entrance and sunk down on him, letting out a long, loud moan as she felt him completely seated inside her.

“Fuck yeah” he muttered as he held onto her hips and looked up at her, looking so damn beautiful in that moment. Her eyes closed as she adjusted to him, her hair flowing down, her mouth hanging open. “Ride me, sweetheart.”

She planted her hands on his chest, using him as leverage to move her hips up and down, feeling his cock against every ridge inside her as she set a moderate pace.

“Dean… fuck! You feel so good” she moaned, wantonly as she looked down at him. She rolled her hips back and forth, as his lifted up to meet hers. On each thrust down, she circled her hips, causing Dean to throw his head back, his neck straining, veins popping against his skin.

“Fuck yes! Do that again, sweetheart. You know how much I love it when you do that” he told her. It was his favorite move of hers, that drove him wild every time.

She smiled with a naughty wink, doing it again. “You like that, baby?”

“Yeah, fuck yeah. I love it so much, Y/N. Love it so much” he rambled, not being able to concentrate on anything but the feel of her.

She hummed as she bit her lip. “I love it, too. I love the way your cock feels inside me, fucking me so good, so deep. No one’s ever fucked me the way you do.”

Dean let out a strangled groan as she began to bounce on top of him, tossing her head back as she let out a string of loud moans.

“And no one else ever will, right sweetheart?” he asked, gripping her hips tighter, as her ass slapped against his thighs.

“No one, Dean. No one” she shook her head as she unclasped her bra, tossing it aside before grabbing her breasts and tweaking her nipples between her fingers.

“You’re mine, aren’t you, Y/N?” he smirked up at her. She looked down at him and nodded, frantically.

“Yeah, I’m yours” she replied, looking into his eyes. “Only yours. I love you. I love you, so much.”

“I love you, too” he said, taking her hands off her breasts and curling their fingers together. Her thrusts became faster, as she continued to grind against him. She was close and so was he.

“Dean, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum” she said, feeling the coil in her belly begin to tighten.

“Cum with me, Y/N. Fucking soak my cock” he growled, as he drove his hips up harder on the last few thrusts.

“Fuck! Oh fuck, Dean! I’m cumming!” she screamed, as her body shook and the coil snapped, her eyes closing tightly. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her and didn’t seem to stop at all as her juices flowed out of her and over his cock.

“Shit, Y/N! Oh fuck, yes!” he shouted into the privacy of the room, his cum shooting into her as his own climax hit.

Y/N breathed heavily as she rolled off him, landing on her back on the mattress. She moved her hands up and down her body, feeling it wet with her own sweat. Her hand moved down to her pussy, smiling as she felt his cum dripping out of her. She closed her legs, wanting to leave it there within her as she looked over at him, seeing him smirking at her.

“That was fucking incredible” he huffed, trying to catch his breath.

She nodded, feeling her eyelids grow heavy. He saw her and smiled, standing up on shaky legs and walking into the bathroom.

Dean came back with a wet washcloth and sat down next to Y/N. He parted her legs, swiping the cloth against her folds, the warm water cleaning her up. She looked up at him with a smile as her eyes continued to open and close. He cleaned himself as well and tossed the cloth in the hamper of dirty clothes, before returning. He smiled softly as he saw that she had fallen asleep, as he moved the covers over her and got in next to her, pulling her close.

Y/N looked up at Dean, smiling softly as she leaned in, pressing her lips to his. She looked at him, taking in his green eyes, sharp nose and freckles scattered across it and his cheeks.

“You okay?” he asked, softly.

“Yeah” she replied, nodding. “Just thinking.”

“About?” he wondered; his voice gravelly as he lowered it.

“About… the accident” she said, feeling tears prick at her eyes. “I…”

She shook her head, burying her face in his neck, her body shaking as she began to cry. Dean held her close, whispering soft words to her.

“Sweetheart, I’m okay. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere” he told her, reassuring her that everything was fine. He knew she had been keeping a brave face after the hospital, and she finally let it all out.

“I don’t want to be without you” she sobbed. “What would I do without you?”

“You won’t ever find out, Y/N. I swear it” he promised, cupping her face and making her look at him. “I’m not leaving you. Not now. Not ever.”

She nodded as she wiped her eyes, feeling emotionally exhausted. She leaned her head against his shoulder, breathing deeply as she tried to calm herself down. As her breathing slowed, she closed her eyes, letting sleep take over her.

Dean closed his eyes only once he knew she was safe and asleep, sleep quickly finding him, too.

Light filtered through the window into the room, hitting the face of the woman sleeping, wrapped in the sheets. Y/N sighed softly, her eyelids blinking. She slowly opened them, smiling as she felt the warmth of the sun against her face. She frowned however, when the space next to her on the bed was empty, the sheets cold. As she sat up and held the sheet against her body, the smell of fresh coffee and bacon hit her nose, making her stomach growl from hunger.

Y/N dropped the sheet and picked up Dean’s t-shirt from the chair, slipping it over her body, covering her up to above her knees as it hung off her body. She walked out of the bedroom and down the hallway, the floors warm as Dean must’ve turned the thermostat up. She smiled as she saw him standing at the stove, in only his boxers as he flipped the bacon. His hair was sticking up in different directions and he looked absolutely adorable. She walked over and came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso as she leaned in, pressing her lips against his spine between his shoulder blades.

“Morning” she said, kissing him in that spot.

“Morning” he smirked, as he pulled her to stand in front of him. He leaned in, kissing her softly. “So… I have some plans for us today, if you’re not busy.”

“I’m free as a bird” she said, smiling up at him.

“Great” he smirked, as he took the bacon off the pan. “I’m taking you to see my secret Saturday mission.”

She looked up at him, a little shocked. “Really?”

“Yep” he said, popping the ‘p’. “It’s about time I told you what it was.”

“Okay” she said, a little nervous to know what it was.

“Hey” he said, getting her attention as he could see she was worrying. “I promise it’s a good thing.”

“I know, I just… you don’t have to just because I was worried. I’m not anymore, seriously” she rambled, but he stopped her by pecking her lips.

“I’m not, Y/N. I really want you to see what’s going on” he confirmed, smiling at her.

“Okay” she nodded, more excited this time.

“Good” he smirked. “Now let’s eat.”

After breakfast, Dean took her in the shower as he simply couldn’t resist her, and then they both got dressed. Y/N got dressed into a long sweater dress that had a split on the side, putting her long, black coat on over the top. They rugged up with their scarves, as Dean locked up the house. They got into the car and Dean drove through the streets of Lawrence, excited to finally show Y/N what he had been waiting to. He couldn’t wait to see her face when she saw what it was. Dean turned onto the street, moving forward down the road and cutting the engine as he stopped outside the house. Y/N looked around the street, a slight frown on her face.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“Well,” Dean started as he pointed up at the two-storey house, with a garden that was still yet to be made and a large porch. “That’s the Saturday secret.”

She looked up at the house, blinking a few times. “Meaning?”

“Meaning… it’s mine” he replied, with a small smile. “I’ve been renovating it for a few months. There’s still a lot of work to do, but it’s coming together.”

“That’s amazing!” she smiled, as she moved forward on the seat and hugged him. “You could’ve just told me.” She laughed as she pulled away, but frowned as she saw him looking at her with an expression she couldn’t quite place.

“I couldn’t because…” he trailed off, taking a deep breath. “Because it’s mine but… I want it to be ours. When we’re ready to move, I want us to move in here. Together.”

Her eyes widened as she was completely shocked. “But… but Dean it’s yours. If something happened-” He cut her off with a small chuckle.

“It’s ours. I’m going to call the office and get you added to the contract” he told her, smirking.

She smiled, feeling tears brimming her eyes. “Dean, that’s so sweet but… we’re not married. Anything could happen-” he cut her off again by shaking his head.

“Do you think something bad is gonna happen?” he asked, really wanting to know.

She thought about it for a second. She had no real reason to think that way, it was just a precaution they needed to take, wasn’t it? “Well, no… but it would be messy to change things to add me, wouldn’t it?” she wondered, shrugging.

“It’s nothing we can’t figure out, sweetheart” he said, simply. “And yeah, we’re not married but… we can get married. Some day.”

She stared at him, feeling faint. “Really?”

“Yeah” he nodded, not missing a beat. “It’s all on the table, sweetheart. Kids were already there, right?”

She nodded slowly as she looked at him, not trusting her voice.

“Then so is marriage” he said, taking her hand in his. “So… you wanna move in with me when it’s done?”

She laughed as she nodded, excitedly. “Yes!” she launched herself at him, hugging him tightly. He laughed as he buried his face in her neck, placing a small kiss there. He pulled away, smiling at her.

“Alright, let’s go in and I can show you what we’ve done so far” he said, tugging her hand to move out of the car.

“Wait” she stopped him. “I don’t want to see it.”

He frowned, not understanding her. “Why?”

“Because,” she started, smiling at him as a tear rolled down her cheek. “You wanted this to be a surprise for me. And I want that to still happen. No one… no one’s ever done anything like this for me. Everything you’ve done for me… it completely floors me, to this day. I like it when you surprise me because you keep doing that… so I don’t want to see it. Not yet.”

He smiled at her, nodding as he understood. “Okay. You still gotta help me though. I need to know what to do on the inside and I want your inspiration. Maybe you can use your home magazines that you keep, and you think I don’t know about.”

She looked sheepish, as she nodded. “Sounds good.”

He leaned in, kissing her passionately. She pulled away, leaning her forehead against his.

“I’m sorry I ever doubted you” she apologized. Seeing what he had been keeping from her made her feel so guilty, and she knew she needed to apologize again.

He shook his head, kissing her hand. “There’s no need for that, sweetheart. We’re good.”

Once they left, they drove into town. They felt like walking around, so they went to a few bookstores and record stores, picking up a couple that they liked or didn’t have yet. After, they had some lunch at one of their favorite diners before they came back home.

Y/N was so relieved that everything was out in the open, and nothing was as bad as what she had been thinking. In fact, it was all amazing. The house was incredible, and she couldn’t wait to see what Dean would do with it. She smiled as she walked into his house, thinking about their conversation in the car.

He had put marriage on the table. It probably always was considering kids were on the table, but this was the first time he’d said it out loud. In a flash of his words, she imagined herself as his wife, her heart beating wildly at that thought. She knew that he was the only person she could ever attach herself to in that way, and she was glad to know that he was thinking about it, too.

Dean smiled as she watched Y/N going about his house, making herself a cup of tea in the kitchen. He could so easily picture her in the new house, once it was done, the images of his dream returning to him. He couldn’t wait to spend his whole life with her. When he was younger, thinking on those terms was downright terrifying, but not anymore. Not when you have someone who loves you unconditionally and wants to spend every day making sure you’re cared for. That’s how she made him feel.

Later that night, they cooked dinner together. Dean’s lasanga that she loved so much that he made when she first came to his house for dinner. This time was much different, however. Now, she was helping him in the kitchen, playfully handing him things, as he stole kisses from her every now and then. One thing remained the same, however, both of them grooving to Zeppelin as they cooked.

Leaves are falling all around

It’s time I was on my way

Thanks to you I’m much obliged

For such a pleasant stay

But now it’s time for me to go

The autumn moon lights my way

For now I smell the rain

And with it pain

And it’s headed my way

Ah, sometimes I grow so tired

But I know I’ve got one thing I got to do

Ramble on

And now’s the time, the time is now

To sing my song

I’m goin’ round the world, I got to find my girl

On my way

I’ve been this way ten years to the day

Ramble on

Gotta find the queen of all my dreams

Dean stirred the sauce in the pot, reflecting on the words of one of his favorite songs. He had spent years, flirting and sleeping around with women. Years of rambling on, trying to find somewhere to settle, maybe even someone if he was lucky enough to ever find the one for him. He thought he had found a good thing until it went sour incredibly quickly.

Then Y/N came into his life. Shining like a beacon from across the street; something he immediately gravitated to. It became apparent to him very soon, that she was it. She was the one. The woman he had been looking for all his life, without really seeking her out.

She was the queen of all his dreams.

Dean walked up behind her as she chopped up some basil, kissing her head. She turned around, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him, softly. She looked up at him, her eyes gazing into his with the most loving expression. One he had seen several times now, but it suddenly felt like she was seeing him for the first time.

“What is it?” she asked, knowing he was thinking about something.

“I get it” he replied, knowing it wasn’t clear but also knowing she’d ask him again.

“Get what?” she asked, confused.

“Why you’re the one” he replied, not missing a beat. No pause. No hesitation. He leaned in, kissing her passionately.

Y/N smiled into the kiss as Dean pulled her in closer, resting her forehead against his. She knew he was the one for her too. After all the years of heartache and pain, years of wondering if she’d ever be good enough for someone, she finally found the man who would do absolutely anything to make her happy. She finally found the one she was always meant to be with.

They had learned a lot along the way, had spent months trying to fight their feelings for each other, before they finally realized they couldn’t deny it any longer.

They gazed into each other’s eyes, seeing nothing but love as they quietly acknowledged that moment as the start of something new.

Something new that they couldn’t wait to explore.

Together.

-x-

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just-dreaming-marvel · 4 years ago

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Out Of Time ~ 121

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Word Count: 2,100ish

Notes: MAKE SURE YOU’VE READ THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER. I’m sorry! I just couldn’t wait! Don’t expect a chapter for a few days. But I hope that the last few chapters have been enough to hold you over!

Spring was in full bloom in New York City, yet Tony couldn’t have cared any less. It had been a little over ten months since Y/N had disappeared from the compound, and he was exhausted due to the search efforts he was continuing to do. The continual searching on top of now being a mentor for the new hero, Spider-Man, had him basically running on fumes.

Sleep had always been a luxury to Tony, especially when he was alone. FRIDAY continually monitored his sleeping habits, having Rhodey, Happy, and Pepper also remind him to rest. But he couldn’t. Not until he found her.

Tony was almost convinced that Y/N was dead. There had been no word. Unlike with her brother and the other former teammates, Ross heard rumors of their locations all the time. But there was never anything about Y/N. That didn’t let Tony give up though. He was going to bring her home, whether she was dead or alive. He needed that closure, at least for himself.

After selling the Tower, he bought a penthouse near Central Park. He often walked the park in the early morning and midnight hours, when it was the most empty. It allowed him to think, to work off some of the worry it constantly had for everyone in his life.

He had been wandering around Central Park for most of the night when it happened. He couldn’t believe his eyes, he honestly thought he was dreaming. There Y/N was, exiting a portal. Tony hid behind a tree. He watched as she looked around, seemingly checking to see if anyone had noticed her before heading off. She was alive and she was in the city. At least… if Tony wasn’t hallucinating.

Tony’s mind immediately started turning with questions. What was she doing here? Had she been here the whole time? How had she not been noticed if she had? And if she hadn’t, where had she been? And where was she currently headed?

He quickly followed after her. But made sure that he wasn’t too close where she could sense him and disappear. Tony followed as Y/N walked through the city to the Brooklyn bridge. She crossed it, which made Tony wonder where exactly she was headed and why she couldn’t have just portaled herself there.

Y/N went from Bucky’s arms to her palace room, where she got ready for the day. She didn’t pack up anything, hoping to not take too long. There used to be one person she always relied on when she was confused, and she was hoping that this may even solve the problem she was having with the Soul Stone. Wanting the walk and to see the city again, Y/N appeared in Central Park.

She didn’t realize how much she missed the city until she was back, walking its streets. It was still early morning, not too many people were out yet. Which was fine. Y/N had made sure to dress warmly and so that she wouldn’t get easily recognized.

She made her way to the Brooklyn Bridge and headed over it. Y/N knew that she was taking a ridiculously long way to her destination. But it was giving her a chance to see the city and clear her head. When she arrived at her final destination, she paused looking up at the sign.

The Brooklyn Cemetery wasn’t all that big. And there wasn’t many new gravesites. Most of them were from a hundred years ago. Though she hadn’t come since the few years after she woke up, Y/N knew right where she was going. She stopped in front of the headstone, looking down at it with her hands stuffed in her pockets.

“Hey, Ma,” she whispered. “Hey, Pa.”

Tony stopped, just feet away, hiding behind a tree. He made sure that he was close enough to hear Y/N though. It caught him off guard to hear who she was talking to. She rarely ever mentioned her parents while they were together, let alone visited them. At least that he knew.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been here in awhile,” she continued. “It’s… a lot has happened since I visited last.” She shook her head. “Which was far too long ago. I hadn’t even met Tony yet.” A small, sad chuckle escaped her throat. “That seems like a lifetime ago.”

“I don’t know if Stevie’s ever come to visit you, but he’s alive. Well… at least I think he’s still alive. I don’t really know where he is right now.” She sighed, looking down at her feet. “We promised you, Ma, that we’d look after each other… we don’t seem to be doing a very good job at that.”

Tony’s hand slipped into his coat pocket, where a small flip phone resided. He had never called Steve with it, but he also never went anywhere without it. He was still too angry to call Steve for himself. But seeing and hearing how hurt Y/N was about not knowing where her brother was, made him want to call. Only for Y/N though.

“I… I fell in love… with someone who wasn’t Bucky,” she said to the headstone. “Though… I still love him, too… His name is Tony. And we… I… well, things happened and now we’re no longer able to be together… It’s mostly my fault. I was… I was pregnant. I’ve said that out loud more in the last few days than I have when I was actually pregnant.” Y/N closed her eyes. “I lost the child…”

“We know,” a gentle female voice responded.

Y/N’s eyes snapped open. Standing in front of her was her Ma and Pa. She looked around to see that she was in some sort of orange dimension. It quickly came to her that this was the Soul Dimension.

“Ma?” Y/N squeaked. “Pa?”

“Hello, sweetheart,” her Pa replied with a gentle smile. He stepped forward, holding his arms out for her. Y/N rushed over, welcoming the embrace. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too.” She was quickly pulled into her Ma’s embrace.

“We are so proud of you,” Ma whispered.

Y/N pulled back. “How? I lost— I killed my child. And have been dragging two men along since then. How could that make you proud?”

“Because we’ve watched everything, sweetheart,” Pa replied. “We know everything that’s happened, from every point of view.”

“Your son’s loss was not on you,” Ma stated.

“M-my—my son?” Y/N repeated quietly. “It was a—a boy?”

“Yes. Would you like to meet him?”

Y/N began to cry. Only able to nod as an answer. Her Pa brought her in for another hug as her Ma disappeared. When her Ma came back, she was holding a little bundle in her arms.

“Y/N, here’s your son,” she stated with a smile.

Y/N shakily walked over, peaking through the blankets. The sight before her took her breath away. The baby boy cooed at her, reaching for her.

“Would you like to hold him?” Her Ma asked.

With a nod, Y/N carefully took the child from her mothers arms. She couldn’t stop the tears that slipped down her cheeks as she brought the baby up to kiss his head.

“Hello my sweet boy,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry… So very sorry.” The boy simply cooed back, smiling up at her. “He’s beautiful.”

“He is,” Ma agreed. “But he has yet to been named. Your Pa was about to do it, but I was holding out that you’d show up soon.”

“Do you know what you’ll call him?” Pa asked.

“Anthony,” she responded, quickly. “Anthony James… AJ for short.”

“Anthony James,” Ma repeated with a smile. “It’s perfect.”

~~~

Outside the Soul Dimension, Tony was trying not to freak out. It had been a few minutes of silence on Y/N’s end. Like she hadn’t even moved. From a safe distance, he slowly walked around. As he did, he noticed that there was something wrong with Y/N’s eyes. They were glowing orange. Tony didn’t dare touch her, scared of what was happening. But he didn’t hesitate to come closer, almost standing toe-to-toe. He could see now the tears falling onto her cheeks.

“Y/N?” Tony called softly. “Y/N?”

But no response. What was going on?

~~~

Back in the Soul Dimension, Y/N was enjoying the time she was having with her baby. She knew though, that she couldn’t stay here forever. She could feel her body weakening from the strength being used to make the connection. It was only matter of time before she would be ripped away.

“Your mama loves you so much,” she whispered, placing a kiss on Anthony’s nose. “And I know that your father loves you so much as well… I’m sorry that I have to go.”

“We’ll take care of him,” her Ma said, reaching for Anthony. “Don’t worry.”

“And you can visit more,” her Pa added. “It’s up to you.”

“I know,” she responded, giving her little boy one last kiss before passing him off. “But… that’s not a way to live.”

“Remember, sweetheart, we’re always on your side.”

~~~

Tony waited with bated breath for Y/N to break out of whatever trance she was in. When she did, it was dramatic. Her eyes immediately when back to her normal shade. She gasped for air as her knees buckled. Tony quickly caught her.

“I’ve got you I’ve got you,” Tony said, holding her up.

“Tony?” Y/N questioned, meeting his gaze. “Tony!” She wrapped her arms around his neck. He quickly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “I saw him,” she whispered into his neck. “I saw him.”

“Saw who?”

Y/N pulled away enough to look at Tony’s face. “Our son. I got to see our son.”

“O-our… son? We… we would have had a son?”

“Yes.” Y/N nodded. “And he’s beautiful. I named him, Anthony James.”

“How is that possible?”

“It’s a long story.”

“I bet… Where have you been, Y/N? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

Y/N sighed, unwrapping her arms and stepping away. “I’ve been on the run…. I’m a fugitive, remember?”

“Yes, but… we lost a child. A child I didn’t even know was coming and you took off.”

“Tony—“

“I don’t want excuses, I want answers.”

“I can’t give you everything you want, Tony. I… I was selfish and… I thought that I had killed our child.”

“That you had killed our child? No. I’m the one that did that. The stress of the Accords was too much for your body.” He grasped her hands. “If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine.”

“I knew you would say that… that’s another reason I left. I couldn’t face my own guilt, let alone yours.”

Tony sighed, understanding where she was coming from. “Where were you?” He asked again, this time softer.

“Safe… I promise.”

“Why haven’t you reached out? I just wanted to know that you were alive. I’ve honestly started to believe that you were dead.”

“I’m so sorry, Tony. I… I’m just so sorry. I thought that what I was doing was best for everyone. And… I still believe it was.”

“Come home.”

“I can’t. You know that. Doesn’t matter if I sign the Accords now or not. They’ll never let me go. They’ll lock me in Raft and throw away the key.”

“I don’t care. I’ll fight for you. I’ll go to prison with you. I just… I can’t lose you again.”

Y/N rested a hand on his cheek, thumbing rubbing against it. “I know. But I can’t stay here.”

“I love you. Isn’t that enough to make you stay?”

“Tony…. If love were enough, I don’t know if we would be in this situation.”

“Where will you go then?”

“Some place safe. I know that’s so incredibly vague, and you deserve more that that. But I can’t tell you and you can’t follow me.”

“Will you come back? Visit?”

“I can’t make those types of promises.”

“Then one dinner. One night. Then you can go.”

“Tony—“

“That’s all I’m asking for. One night. No trackers. No government mandates.” He pulled her hand to his chest. “Just two people who mean in the world to each other… then, when it’s over, you can disappear. And I promise I won’t follow you, I won’t track you.”

“… okay, Tony… Okay.”

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finalgilmoregirl · 4 years ago

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off the table (steve rogers x reader)

warning: very angsty, fluff and a little smut but nothing too graphic. ALSO ENDGAME SPOLIERS!!

a/n: based on a request i got from @buckythetinman for the song “off the table” by ariana grande!! i loveeeee this song. 🤍✨🥺

this was supposed to be a blurb but i turned out to be superrrr long so i’m sorry for that and i’m also sorry for any spelling mistakes! i got a little confused with the time travel stuff but it’s okay i think.

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Will I ever love the same way again? (Way again) Will I ever love somebody like the way I did you?

despite how happy steve seemed in the present day, finally adjusted with your help, you knew deep down he still wished to go back and know what could’ve been. what life would be like with his beloved peggy carter. so when the topic of time travel was brought up, you didn’t know whether to be excited or worried.

when the big “time heist” began you were teamed with the others to go back to 2012 to find the tesseract. but that mission went south very quickly and it was suggested that steve and tony go even father back to 1970. you and scott shared your doubts of the new plan, warning them that they didn’t have enough particles to come back after that. but they went anyway, and when they came back, you were relieved but you noticed steve was acting different. it was like he was stuck in a daze after that and you were worried that he’d seen something he maybe shouldn’t have. your suspicions were proven correct when you caught him looking at his compass. something you hadn't seen since you first started dating.

Never thought you'd be so damn hard to replace

I swear it don't need to be this way

the fight with thanos and his army had taken a big toll on you. physically, mentally and emotionally. bruises littered your whole body but the most pain you felt was in your heart. you tried to accept both natasha and tony’s deaths and be grateful for all the people that were alive because of them. but you just couldn’t. the first few nights after tony’s funeral, steve held you in bed as you cried. he helped you shower and encouraged you to eat when you couldn’t bring yourself to. and you tried your best to help him through the grieving process too, despite how helpless you felt. he refused it most of the time but was grateful nonetheless. and after you cried yourself to sleep, he would pull his compass out of the bedside drawer and look at the picture of peggy, and sighed at the thought of seeing her again. but then he would feel you nuzzling into his side, looking calmer than you’d had in days, and his heart sank at the thought of leaving you so vulnerable. would it be worth it?

you noticed the way he was pulling away from you. first he started staying in tonys basement lab late nights with bruce. he felt bad coming back to your shared room and seeing you in the same position you were in from when he left you that morning. but he was doing what he thought was right. he was hoping that not being close to you now, would make it not hurt so bad when he left.

this continued for a while. he started to think you’d die of starvation so he asked wanda to take you food, to which she said “you’re her boyfriend. this is supposed to be your job.” he brushed her off with an “i’ve been busy.” she took it upon herself to look in his head to see exactly what he was so busy with that he couldn’t look after his girl. and she was shocked to see a daydream of him going back in time and being reunited and happy with another woman, to which she recognized as margaret carter.

If I can't have you, is love completely off the table?

Do I sit this one out and wait for the next life? (Next life)

he missed you before he even left. the night before he was set to take the stones back it all hit him at once. how you’d been there for him through so much, and now he was leaving you? he tried justifying it by thinking you’d want him to be happy. but what about your happiness?

that evening he was determined to show you how much you meant to him, how much he loved you. he went into your room and saw that you weren’t in bed. he panicked for a second until he heard the shower running. he was proud of you for getting out of bed to freshen up, but remembered how he had been no help in it. he sat on the bed you two had been sharing and waited for you to come out. and when you did he felt his heart flutter and break at the same time. you were wearing one of his shirts, which he never got tired of seeing you in. but after taking in the rest of your appearance more clearly, he almost gasped. you looked so much more thinner than he last recalled, clearly a sign you still had yet to eat a proper meal. your eyes were puffy and skin looked dull.

he didn’t hesitate to stand up and engulf you in one of the tightest hugs he’d ever given. it surprised you at first and you couldn’t help but sob as you held him. you missed this. steve held back tears as he let out a sad “i love you so much y/n. i’m so sorry i haven’t been there for you.”

that night, he made love to you like it was the first time again. his showed how sorry he was by kissing every inch of your weak body and never going a minute without telling you how much he adored you. after hours of passion, steve held you in his arms and watched as you slept, trying to memorize every single one of your features. he pulled you close one last time and whispered to your sleeping body. “maybe we’d have our happy ending in another life, y/n. i just don’t think it’ll be this one.”

Am I too cold? Am I not nice?

Might not be quite yet healed already

Should I be goin' too steady? (Too steady)

But I just wanna know is love completеly off the table?

the next morning, you woke up in the arms of your boyfriend. and for the first time in a long time, you felt that things were turning up. you turned to see him already awake, though it looked like he had been crying. you reached up to hold his face in your hands. “what’s wrong stevie?” you asked, tiredly. he rubbed a hand up and and down your waist and exhaled. “i just love you so much baby.” he said. you wrapped yourself around him and ran your hands through his silky blonde hair. “i love you too” you giggled and he felt his heart swell. you pulled away just enough to see his face. he opened his mouth to speak but hesitated. you nodded, encouraging him to go on. “i uh..” he started, “i have to take the stones back today.”

you tensed under his hold and he felt it. “how long will you be gone?” you wondered aloud. steve let out a small sigh and didn’t answer right away, because truth be told, he didn’t even know. what would be days on the mission for him could possibly be only a few minutes for you or vice versa. it had been discussed with him that he’d have to go back to 1970 and was aware of the fact that he’d risk seeing peggy again. so he just gave the only answer he felt he could give. “i don’t know...not long.”

I'll wait for you Even though it always feels like I'll be number two

To someone you can't hold anymore

If you let me in, I'm ready to give you what I couldn't before

before you knew it, you were standing next to the podium and watched as bruce prepared the machine for steve to leave. you already accepted the thought of him not coming back before he even went through. and even though it pained you, there’s nothing you wanted more than for him to be happy, even if that meant him leaving you for someone else. he didn’t have to tell you, or explain what he was really going to do. you were always good at reading him, which is one of the things he loves most about you. but you guessed it wasn’t enough for him to stay.

so as you wished him luck, you gave him a knowing glance. a look of guilt washed over him as he mouthed a small “i love you”. and then he was gone.

'Cause I got you, girl, let me help you through it

You're trying to fill the void with a couple boys

I can see right through it (You can see right through it)

steve had told bucky what he was going to do. and he was furious. he’d grown close to you in the short years you’d known each other and it was safe to say he was very protective of you. he refused to let steve leave you, especially after all the loss you’d been through recently. but again, his heart was set. he knew bucky would take care of you. and that’s exactly what happened when steve was taking longer to come back than he should’ve.

you guess you hadn’t accepted his departure after all, cause in the midst of sam and bruce’s panic, you fell to your knees in a sob. clutching your chest as tears streamed down your face, bucky was quick to hug you. he didn’t say anything because really...what could he?

I can love you harder than I did before Was in a dark place back then

I was toxic, then I was toxic to someone else

I was haunted by the hills (Oh yeah, yeah)

I couldn't give you my all, but I will

If you let me in your arms (Your arms)

If you let me in your heart

I don't think that love's completely off the table

steve regretted leaving. he thought this was what he wanted. when he went back and saw peggy again, he felt his heart pounding, but he thinks that it was just out of nerves. after their reunion, peggy took them home and they shared their dance as he promised they would before he went into the ice. but something was off.

dancing with her almost felt wrong. her body didn’t fit as perfectly with his as he’d imagined. he brushed it off again as nerves but the longer the evening went with her, the more doubts crept up on him and he started to worry if this was all a mistake. peggy felt it too. she asked him about the future, how his life was like and what he’d experienced. he told her about saving bucky, the avengers and even going to space. without even noticing, he’d began talking about you. “who’s y/n?” she asked him. he registered what he had said and paused. “she’s uh- she’s a good friend.” she noted the dull glimmer in his eyes whenever he’d speak of this “y/n” but never brought it up. she didn’t want to spoil her second chance with him.

but overtime it seemed to spoil itself. steve and peggy seemed to have little in common, which often led to disagreements. another thing he began to notice overtime was how much he missed little things about the future. modern technology, the internet and most importantly, you.

how could he have left? you were happy together, had so much in common despite being born in two separate time periods. he understood your feelings and you understood his and he missed everything about you. he thought going back to his past would have been exciting and amazing but nothing was exciting without you next to him.

I don't think that love's completely off the table

he needed to come home to you.

he remembered about dr.pym’s lab and knew that with what he’d learned with tony and bruce, he could maybe manage to pull it off. steve didn’t care how long it would take. he just wanted you in his arms again.

Will you be there? (Yes, I will be there for you)

Can I still love you? (Yes, I been hurt before, before)

Not yet healed or ready (Not ready)

Should I be goin' too steady? (Too steady, no, no)

Just wanna know is love completely off the table?

of course there was still uncertainty while he worked through his plan. would you take him back? what if you’d moved on in the time he was gone? did you still love him? he hoped you were okay at least, that you found a way to be happy while he was gone. he explained to peggy what he wished to do and although she was upset to have him leave again, she couldn’t bring herself to stop him.

it took him three months to work it out along with the help of howard stark. and with a new determination, steve was excited to see you. standing on the platform, he pulled out his compass and opened it to look at a picture of you that had replaced peggy’s and gave a sad smile. “i’m coming home” he whispered.

So can you hold me?

If I let you, can you prove it to me? (Oh, no-no, no)

when steve returned to the present, he found the area surrounding the machine empty. everything was quiet save for the whirring the platform settling down. it didn’t look too different to when he had left but long enough for him to see the difference in the greenery. the trees looked taller and the grass that surrounded the area was longer, so he could only assume it had been quite some time for you. looking around the outside of the cabin, he found a way inside and managed to find the keys to one of tony’s cars. his drive back to the city went by in a blur, his mind too caught up in thinking of you. he was relieved to arrive at the compound and see it hadn’t changed much. there were still agents training outside and people coming in and out of the building. parking the car right in front, he took a deep breath and marched right inside, paying no attention to the people’s shocked faces and whispered, obviously bewildered to see the captain back after they learned he had gone back to the past. not wanting to wait for the elevators, he decided to take the stairs, wasting no time in going towards the residential floor you all had called home. in the midst of his quick actions, he almost didn’t hear a voice that was calling his name.

“steve?”

he turned to see bucky. confusion etched on his face. his hair was the first thing steve noticed, it was way shorter than before. he was snapped out of it when he remembered his mission to find you

“bucky! y/n. where’s y/n?” steve questioned. steve was glad to see his face, but bucky couldn’t say the same for himself. bucky didn’t know how to feel after seeing his friend. what the hell was he doing here?

“bucky please i need to see her!!” steve pleaded and as much as bucky wished it were that simple, he knew it wasn’t. it had been almost a year for them of being without steve and in that time bucky had helped to piece your life back together. you still had your bad days but he was still proud to say that with his help you were finally getting over him. he didn’t want all that time and effort to go down the drain if you saw steve, only to have him leave again. bucky shared his worries with him while steve continued pleading for you.

“bucky i SWEAR. i know it was a mistake but i promise i’m not leaving. i miss her buck just please i need her back!” steve professed. when bucky opened his mouth to object again he was interrupted by your voice as you walked out to the stairwell. “bucky? you okay? i heard some yelli-“ you froze. both men looked at you with wide eyes.

'Cause I need you to calm me down, babe

Gotta get out of my head (Oh, woah)

Tryna be here from this bed (Oh)

Just wanna know, just wanna know, know, know, baby (Hey)

steve was the first to speak. “hey n/n.” he said carefully, he could see the fear in your face and didn’t want to scare you away. he took a step towards you and that’s when you snapped out of your daze. you took in a sharp breath and a step back. there’s no way, you thought. you were imagining things. he wasn’t here. this wasn’t real. but then he reached and held your hand and the familiar warmth he gave off was enough to confirm the reality. it really was him. you let out a shaky breath and felt a tear run down your face. steve couldn’t take the wait anymore and pulled you tight against his body, you melting into him almost immediately. the smell was enough to make you choke on your tears.

“what are you doing here?” you asked him.

he gave a small teary smile. “told you i’d come back didn’t i?”

Can you touch it like you believe in it, baby? (Oh, hey)

Let me think you never gonna leave on me, baby

'Cause I ain't her and you ain't him, thankfully (Baby, don't leave)

But it's gon' be hard to let someone else in again (Woah)

Baby, baby (Woo-hoo)

steve was surprised that you had forgiven him so soon but you just couldn’t help it. he was back and you couldn’t be upset at him when he told you he’d never leave again. after all, he always kept his word one way of another. bucky left you two alone and you lead steve to the common room to catch up and figure out what would happen next. because looking back, steve left you for another woman and although you were grateful for his return, you didn’t know if continuing your relationship was the best option.

“steve how can i believe you? how do i know that you won’t think that this is a mistake and leave me again.” you confessed, sitting across from him.

Will you be there? (Will you be there? I'll still wait)

Can I still love you? (I'll still wait for you, babe, oh, no-no, no, can I still love you?)

Not yet healed or ready (Ooh, not ready)

Should I be goin' too steady? (No, no, ooh)

Just wanna know is love completely off the table, baby?

“i understand y/n.” he said. “and trust me when i say this doll, i’ll wait until you’re ready. and i’ll do everything i can to prove to you how sorry i am. i was so stupid for leaving but now i’m here and i can’t life a happy life unless you’re in it. i love you. i just want to know that this isn’t over.”

you put a hand on his cheek.

“trust me. it’s far from over.” you smiled at him.

I swear, I swear

I will wait for you whenever you need

Ooh, ooh

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omg i’m so sorry this is so long i got way ahead of my self. but i hope you enjoyed!!

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers #chris evans x reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers angst #little marvel baby fic

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bucky-iss-bae · 5 years ago

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My Girl (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A/N: I started writing this at 11.30pm and its now 12.50am, I accidently wrote it. it was supposed to be a drabble, but it turned out to be more than that. Sorryyyy.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU)

Fandom: MCU/Marvel

Prompts: “Love is Stupid” – “Take my Jacket, its cold outside” – “I’ll walk you home” “Don’t look at me like that”

Warnings: Possesiveness?? The slightest bit of smut that its actually incredibly tame. Also 100 spelling and grammer mistakes bc this is a rush job.

Word count: 2075 (Sorry, I can’t write drabbles for shit lmao)

Masterlist

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Growing up and turning into adults with such a big group of friends meant weekly linkups at your local bar had slowly turned into fortnight linkups, and that slowly turned into only a few people turning up, and everyone hanging out properly probably once a month.

Some were starting families like Stark, or already had a family like Barton. Others were slowly getting into relationships, and only a few of you were single.

It was weird being single and watching everyone else fall in love, grow families, considering that you guys had been friends since high school, or for some since pre-school. It was weird watching some of your friends get into relationships with one another, or with others. Seeing Peggy and Steves relationship grow was a beautiful one, she was one of the strongest women you knew, even in high school, no one ever messed with her. Along with Buck and the rest of you, no one dared to mess with Steve before he hit puberty and ended up towering over everyone, and even being the star athlete in senior year.

The same went for Tony, some thought he would never settle down, but his heart always belonged to one person. Vision and Wanda had only recently gotten together, it was weird because they flirted and had always been there for one another, they had an unspoken bond. You were just scared that soon you would have to find a new roommate. It was difficult when Natasha had left, but being just the two of you, you got buy, you had good jobs and rent was fine, but you knew it would be a difficult process.

Only a few of you were single now, both you and Bucky, although you would gladly change that any day. James Buchanan Barnes. A man you had fancied for years. He was too blind to see it of course. Not that you showed it. The two of you constantly fought, but also joked, if anything you saw him and Sam the most, probably because the three of you were the single ones. There was Peter, but he was a few years younger, and even he had a girl.

Meeting up with everyone on Friday after everyone had finished work was weird, you were sat with Sam and Buck, not everyone could make it, but of course the three of you were ready to turn up. Although you hated seeing playboy Bucky, although those years were long gone.

“You good?” Bucky asked nudging your shoulder,

You grimaced, “I’m fab Buck. But like… Love is stupid” you said looking around at the lovey dovey couples,

He chuckled and smiled across at you, “Ahhh, it’s not that bad” He said, “Look at all those rom coms you watch. You call it cute then”

“That’s because they are cute Buck, but now I want my friends” I whined, “But ok no, I want what they have” I said dropping the dumbest hints.

“I’m sure you’ll find someone soon, we just gotta make sure they’re good for you”

Bucky had a smirk on his face, “Don’t get all protective over me now Buck”

“Naww, I’m always protective over you” he said putting his arm around you and pulling you into his arms slightly, “You’re my best girl” He stated,

All you could do was smell his aftershave, over the years his smell had almost matured more and more, but it was sexy as hell. Whenever you stayed over at his and Sam’s place after a drunken night, you always ended up in one of Buckys hoodies, or tops, and the smell was just as intoxicating to you now as much as it is then.

“That’s sweet Buck, but it makes me feel like I’ll be single until I turn 35, after that, Sam and I made a pact when we were kids that if we’re both still single, that we’d just end up marrying one another”

Sam winked at me, “You got it, your present for your 35th birthday will be an engagement ring from yours truly”

Bucky tightened his grip around you, “Shame, Steve broke our pact like that. He’s got a girl and everything”

Steve overheard this and turned our way, “Still hurting over that huh, and to think, everyone thought you would’ve settled down first playboy”

“Still hurts that you left me like that Stevie”

Everyone laughed at that, but conversations carried on, Buckys arm had dropped down to your waist now instead, lingering there, although you acted like you couldn’t feel it, the whole time it’s all you could think about as it made your heart hammer in your chest.

Both Nat and Wanda had shared a glance before the both of them looking at you, Peggy also catching on quickly.

You rolled your eyes at how dramatic they were being but a smile still on your face, this happens often enough, the two of you don’t necessarily flirt, but you do, you want to believe there is chemistry there, the way he treats you, the way he plays with your hair, always makes sure you’ve eaten, makes sure you get home safely.

Everyone soon slowly started to disperse, Wanda told you that she would be staying the night with Vision which meant you had to walk back or grab a taxi to your place alone.

“I’ll walk you home” Bucky offered once Sam had managed to pull,

“I’ll be fine Buck” You smiled at him as you walked outside, the cold breeze hitting your face, making you realise how hot and stuffy that place can get,

“Like hell am I letting my girl wander around the city by herself at this time” He said putting his elbow out,

You intertwined your hand through his elbow, as the two of you started walking, “Tonight was nice, makes me miss everyone though” You mumbled leaning your head against his arm, you could feel his bicep, and you knew you would only be lucky to be wrapped up in this mans arms,

“Same, scary how everyone is starting families, and we’re just… here”

You chuckled at that, “Only a matter of time before Wan moved in with Vis”

“Yeah? Well whenever that happens, Steves room is still free” He grinned at you, “Then I’ll have my girl a lot closer” He always said this, always called you his girl but never acted on it. The only time he got close to acting on it was when you were being hit on by a random guy in the bar. He got possessive and attractively dangerous at certain times.

“Eugh, imagine living with boys full time” You joked trying to ignore the comments.

He let out a loud laugh, “Oh, trust me it’ll be a big difference than living with Wanda and Nat”

“I’ve stayed there and I know, and it’s mostly me here anyway, at the moment I’m enjoying my peace and quiet, but also missing the commotion”

“Don’t blame you, at least it’s not a bad set of apartments around here”

You lived in a nice neighbourhood, especially considering New York rates, but you had a very well paid job, no family responsibilities, and put in your savings just as much as you spent on rent. You were fine.

“They’re very nice” You murmured with a small shiver,

Bucky had noticed this and as soon as he did, he stopped, “Shit, sorry Y/N, I promise I was raised better than this” He said,

You stared at him confused, wondering why he stopped but he soon gave you his jacket, you were in awe at the fact that he gave you his jacket,

“Bucky” You pouted, “Thank you” You wrapped yourself in his jacket, the smell of his cologne stronger than before, but so much warmer.

“Anything for you sugar, besides you look better in it than I do, I like you wearing my stuff” He murmured kissing your forehead,

The two of you carried on walking, mostly in silence, it was nice though. Times like this with Bucky meant the world to you.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours” He asked when you were only a block away from your apartment building,

You shook your head, “I just… like this” You said, “Spending time with you, it’s nice”

He smiled at that, his pearly whites on show, and his beautiful blue eyes twinkling, “I knew I was better company than Wilson”

You laughed at that, “I’m being serious Buck, you just… I don’t know. You make me feel safe and happy, even at 1am walking through the streets of New York”

“Good, because I’m always here to keep you safe” He said,

You stared up at him, so often, when he made comments like that it made you think, does he feel the way you do. Does he want to be with you as much as you want to be with him?

“You’ve got a dangerous look on your face there sugar.”

“No I don’t buck” you whispered before going into your apartment building, nodding at the doorman who also smiled at Buck,

“Yes you do” he said following you into the lift,

You couldn’t help but raise your eyebrows at him and crossing your arms across your chest, he always made fun of you for this but you couldn’t help it,

He tried to supress his smirk, “You look cute sugar, and what was that dangerous look for huh?”

It was just the two of you in the elevator, you didn’t expect him to come up with you,

“I don’t know Buck… like sometimes, sometimes you just make some comments or act a certain way and it makes me overthink. It’s stupid”

He didn’t say anything, instead he had an intense look on his face, his thinking face, although rarely was he this deep in thought, the elevator stopped on your floor and the two of you walked across the landing towards your door, he still hadn’t said anything as the two of you entered your apartment, you kicked your shoes off, and didn’t take Bucks Jacket off until you got to your room, Bucky Still following you.

He stared at your intently, “Don’t look at me like that” you grumbled taking his jacket off, missing the warmth it had and his smell and hanging it back to him, he threw the jacket on the bed before coming up to you, he seemed so much taller right now since you took your heels off, he brushed a strand of hair out of your face, still giving you the same look,

“You know, these last few years, I was hoping at some point you would realise why I’ve scared off any guy who comes near you. Why I’ve always been there to look out for you, making sure my fav girl knows she’s my only girl. But you just… you don’t see it. But I think you do. I know you do” He voice was so deep and low, turning you on slightly, he had a dark look in his eyes, but his blue eyes still piercing into you,

“Maybe youre the one whos not caught on Buck, come on, I’ve not cared about any other guy for years, especially when youre the only guy I can see” You whispered at him,

That’s all the conformation he needed before pinning you up against your bedroom door, you gasped at the strength and speed he had, a hand caressing your jaw slowly, before he pressed his lips against your own, you moaned at this he kept you pinned against the door. The kiss was rough but held all the passion your needed, he grabbed your wandering hands before holding them above your head in one place with one of his hands, the other grabbing your hip, pressing himself up against you, the kiss soon turned into kisses down your neck as he bit and sucked his way down,

“Buck” You moaned out feeling a small wetness between your thighs, shocked at the sudden pleasure, if you knew your body would react like this, you would’ve said something sooner, the pleasure this made caused you within seconds was more than any man had done before.

“You’re mine Y/N” He growled out, “You’re mine, and I’m going to make sure it takes more than just my cologne all over you for you to know that” He said before picking you up and throwing you on your bed before joining you.

The two of you making love in ways you didnt expect with him, not realising he felt the way you did, and him giving you want you wanted, no needed.

A/N: Lol I’m so sorryyyy I’m trying to write more and moreeee. Hope you enjoy though, any requests send them my wayyyyyy

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hh-rose · 4 years ago

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Those Five Years

ao3

You’d think that for people who had been alive for nearly a century, five years wouldn’t have much of an impact, but you would be sorely mistaken. A lot can happen in five years. Bucky didn’t exactly know what happened in those five years, but he knew something had changed. Sam didn’t seem to remember either, so Bucky knew that asking him would be a dead end.

Steve was a whole other problem to Bucky. Before he dusted, Bucky knew that he wasn’t the person that Steve had known before the war, and he was certain that he had changed even more. He wasn’t sure how, but he knew that he had changed, and he knew that he needed to tell Steve that.

Bucky waited until everything died down after the battle and the funerals to sit down and have a conversation with Steve. When Bucky told Steve that they needed to talk, it seemed like Steve also had something to say, so they decided to kill two birds with one stone.

“So,” Steve said, looking at Bucky who was pacing back and forth in the guest room that he, Steve, and Sam were sharing. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Five years?” Bucky asked. Steve nodded. “I don’t remember them at all. I know that there’s something there because I keep having weird deja vu, but I can’t remember any of it.”

“What’s the deja vu like?” Steve asked. Bucky thought about it for a moment before he answered.

“I think I met someone there,” Bucky explained, causing Steve to raise his eyebrows. “I feel like I really bonded with someone, and now that I’m back, I feel like there’s this hole.”

“I, um, I get that,” Steve responded, looking at the ground. “That’s how it was for me after I came out of the ice. It didn’t take me long to remember that the person I left behind was Peggy.”

“Right, Peggy,” Bucky murmured. He let out a breath. “It, uh, it hurt a lot when you fell in love with Peggy. I didn’t understand how you could’ve fallen out of love with me that quickly, but I think I might get it now. You don’t need to feel guilty anymore, though. I know that’s what all these years have been. You were fighting so hard for me because you felt like you left me behind to be with her, and then you felt even worse because I was alive and you didn’t know. You don’t need to feel guilty anymore because I know what it’s like to meet another person and fall in love.”

“In love?” Steve asked with a smirk. Bucky blushed slightly. “That’s not all it was, you know. I still loved you. I still love you. I was fighting for you because you were my first love and my best friend. I’m always going to love you.”

“I know,” Bucky responded, a soft smile on his face. “I’m always going to love you too. Always. But it’s not fair to keep trying to make this work if there are other people out there for us.”

“Wait, how did you know?” Steve questioned. Bucky let out a chuckle.

“Please, Steve, I know you better than anyone. The second I heard about the time travel, I knew that you were going to go back to her,” Bucky explained. Now, it was Steve’s turn to blush.

“And you’re not upset?”

“Of course not. You need to be with your love, and I probably need to figure out who mine is.”

“Oh, right. Who do you think it could be?” Steve wondered. Bucky shrugged.

“I have no idea. It could be literally anyone,” Bucky stated. Just then, Sam walked into their shared room.

“All done here, old folks?” he asked. Steve and Bucky both rolled their eyes. “Who’s sharing a bed?”

“Buck?” Steve questioned. The easy answer would be him and Steve. They shared beds together for their entire life. However, there was something inside of Bucky that was screaming Sam, Sam, Sam .

“You have a big day tomorrow,” Bucky told Steve. “Sam and I can share tonight.”

“Alright,” Steve said with a knowing smile. Bucky wasn’t sure what Steve knew, but he sure as hell knew something. “I’ll probably hit the hay then. I’ll see you both in the morning.”

“Goodnight,” Sam said, walking over to his side of the bed.

“Night, Stevie,” Bucky echoed, shooting Steve a smile. He began to pull his hair up into a half-up, half-down bun.

“When did you start wearing your hair like that?” Sam questioned. “You had it like that during the battle too.”

“I’m not sure,” Bucky answered. Thinking about it now, he had no idea why he did it. It seemed like second nature, but he never did it before he went into the soul stone. “Wait, why are you being so nosy about my hair?”

“I’m not being nosy, man,” Sam scoffed. “I’m just being observant.”

“Did you observe that it looks good?” Bucky asked as he got into bed next to Sam. Sam looked at Bucky’s hair again.

“Well, I’m not saying that it doesn’t look good,” Sam responded finally. He smirked at Bucky. “Goodnight, man bun.”

“Yeah, goodnight, pigeon.”

...

Sam never exactly looked forward to his dreams at night. To him, a good night of sleep was a dreamless one. As he closed his eyes that night, he was immediately transported somewhere else, and he knew that it wasn’t going to be one of those nights tonight. It didn’t really feel like a dream though.

He was in a house that he never saw before, but it felt like he lived there for a considerable amount of time. Then, he heard someone groan.

“Bucky?” Sam asked, walking into what he assumed was a living room. “What are you grumbling about?”

“My stupid hair,” Bucky responded, pushing it out of his face. Sam tried to hide a smirk. “Don’t fucking laugh at me, Wilson.”

“I’m not laughing at all,” Sam said, most definitely holding back a laugh. “Why don’t you cut it?”

“Are you crazy? My hair is beautiful. It would be a sin to cut it,” Bucky stated. Sam rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, okay, Jesus,” he joked. Then, he thought of something. “Wait a second. This might work at least until we see Wanda later tonight and can ask her for some hair ties.”

Sam walked into the kitchen and grabbed a rubber band from the junk drawer before returning back to the living room to find a very confused Bucky.

“Do you want it all up or just some of it?” Sam asked. Bucky shrugged. “Alright, I’ll leave some down. Turn so I can sit behind you.”

Bucky shifted on the couch so that Sam could sit behind him. Sam began to comb Bucky’s hair back with his fingers and assemble it into a pile.

“Okay, this isn’t technically meant for hair, so it might hurt a bit,” Sam explained before wrapping the rubber band around Bucky’s hair, causing him to grimace. “I warned you.”

“Shut up,” Bucky said, getting up and walking to the bathroom to look at his hair.

“You could’ve thanked me first,” Sam teased, Bucky locking eyes with him through the mirror. They shared a smile. “Like it?”

“Love it,” Bucky responded. “Thank you.”

All of a sudden, Sam was being sucked out of the bathroom and brought to what he could only assume was his bedroom. He was sitting on the bed when Bucky walked out of the bathroom. Sam thought it was weird that Bucky would be in his bathroom, but he shook it off.

“Hey, have you seen any hair ties?” Bucky asked. Sam shrugged, but he was smirking slightly. “Come on, Wanda will kill me if I ask for any more.”

“I might know where you have some,” Sam offered. “I might also have one right now.”

“Oh, really?” Bucky asked, moving closer to Sam. “Are you going to give it to me?”

“You’re going to have to ask nicely,” Sam told him. Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Can I please have the hair tie?” Bucky asked. Sam stood up from the bed and pulled the hair tie off his wrist. “Hot.”

“Hot?” Sam asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, it’s hot that you have that on your wrist for me. Like you’re always ready to take care of me,” Bucky explained. Sam put his hands on Bucky’s shoulders and turned him around.

“I am always ready to take care of you,” Sam told him, before tying Bucky’s hair up just the way he liked it. Then, he dropped a kiss on Bucky’s neck. “I ever tell you how hot you look like this?”

“Only every single time,” Bucky said, turning around and kissing Sam on the lips. “Well, not the first time, but in your defense, we weren’t together back then.”

“Because we were stupid,” Sam said against Bucky’s lips. “I have no idea how I ever lived without you.”

Sam shot up in bed. He looked around the room and saw that it was still dark, and both Steve and Bucky were still asleep. He looked down at Bucky and saw his little bun. His heart did a flip. Whatever he just experienced was not a dream, and he had no idea what it meant.

…

It wasn’t long until Steve and Bucky woke up. Steve wanted to get on the time travel road early. Sam was already up and out of bed when Bucky got up. Bucky had the urge to ask him why he was up so early, but the only thing weirder than Sam’s sleeping habits was Bucky picking up on them. He had no idea why he noticed such a thing, and more than that, he was incredibly confused about why he cared. Then, out of nowhere, Bucky remembered something.

“Sam,” Bucky groaned, rolling over in bed. He was feeling for something that wasn’t there. “Where the hell are you?”

Bucky rubbed his eyes and slowly got out of bed. He padded barefoot into the kitchen and saw Sam sitting on the couch with his knees to his chest. Bucky frowned before walking over and sitting a few feet away from him.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked sincerely. “If you needed space you could’ve kicked me out. It’s your bed after all.”

“No, it’s our bed,” Sam whispered, not looking at Bucky. “I had a nightmare.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you know you can talk to me about that sort of thing. That’s what we do. We help each other through that crap.”

“I know,” Sam murmured. “It’s just that...the nightmare was about Riley. I get those sometimes, and I didn’t want you to think that you’re just a replacement for him or something.”

“I could never think that,” Bucky replied, putting a hand on Sam’s knee. “I know that you’re always gonna love Riley, and a part of me is always going to love Steve. That doesn’t mean that we don’t love each other, and you know that.”

“That doesn’t mean that you would want to hear about my Riley crap.”

“It means that I want to hear about all your crap,” Bucky stated, causing Sam to smile for the first time since the conversation started. “This isn’t going to work if we can’t be open about everything with each other-- the good, bad and ugly. It’s going to be hard. A lot of things are hard to talk about, for both of us, but if we trust each other, then it’ll be okay.”

“Since when did you become the therapist in this relationship?” Sam asked, eyes flicking up to meet Bucky’s. Bucky smiled in return.

“I just love you a lot is all,” he responded. He looked Sam in the eyes with a sincere look on his face. “If something like this happens again, I want you to tell me. I never want to wake up in bed without you next to me again, okay?”

“Okay,” Sam said with a nod. Then, he smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Bucky said, standing up and offering a hand for Sam to pull himself up with. “Now, how about we make some breakfast?”

Eventually, Bucky came back to the real world when he realized that Sam and Steve were both staring at him. What the fuck was that?

“Where did you go, Buck?” Steve asked, staring quizzically at him.

“Just thinking about how much I’m gonna miss you is all,” Bucky replied. Sam looked away when he said that, and Bucky wondered if Sam was having any weird memories too.

“Well, you can’t miss me if we don’t get this show on the road,” Steve stated, grabbing the shield and hammer. “Let’s do this.”

The three of them exited the house and met Bruce outside. Everything was all set up for Steve’s mission. Bucky was being honest earlier; he was going to miss Steve a lot. Well, he was going to miss this Steve. Young Steve. His Steve, not that he was his anymore.

Bucky felt bad that Sam didn’t know what was going to happen as Steve disappeared and didn’t come back. It wasn’t fair to him, and Bucky was going to tell Steve that when he returned. But, Bucky couldn’t help but smile as he sent Sam to go talk to Steve. He smiled even wider when he saw Steve give Sam the shield.

“Cap,” Bucky said with a grin when Sam walked over to him. The poor guy looked mortified.

“Did you know?” he asked.

“I knew he was going, but I didn’t know he was going to make you Cap,” Bucky informed him. “It was the right move, though. You’re going to be a great Captain America.”

“Thanks,” Sam responded, sheepishly. “You gonna talk to him?”

“Yeah, I think I will,” Bucky said, clapping Sam on the shoulder. His hand tingled as he did it, and his eyes went wide. He walked away as quickly as possible and hoped that Sam didn’t notice. “You should’ve told Sam.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Steve asked. Bucky just rolled his eyes before he sat down next to Steve on the bench.

“I’m sure it would’ve been nice for him to know that his best friend was gonna come back with one foot in the grave.”

“You know as well as I do that if Sam knew he would’ve told me not to go,” Steve stated. “He would’ve told me that the world still needed me, and it would’ve worked. Plus, he never would’ve taken the shield if I didn’t just spring it on him.”

“You’re right,” Bucky stated. Steve smiled.

“How do you know so much about the inner-workings of Sam’s brain? What’s got you so worried about him?”

“Asshole,” Bucky muttered, causing Steve to smirk. “Yeah, okay, so it might be him.”

“What brought you to that conclusion?” Steve asked.

“There’s just something pulling me to him. I don’t know how to explain it,” Bucky stated. “Plus, I kind of had a really vivid memory about him earlier.”

“When you zoned out?” Steve asked, causing Bucky to nod. “I knew it.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Are you going to tell him?”

“There’s no way that he still feels that way about me,” Bucky stated sadly. “It was probably just because he was lonely wherever we were.”

“Buck…”

“I’ll tell him, Steve. Just not right now. I need time.”

“Just don’t take too much time. I’m not letting you use any Pym Particles to go back and time and make it right with your love,” Steve told him. “That’s only cool when I do it.”

“Whatever you say, old man.”

...

Sam watched as Bucky and Steve talked. He was feeling weird after the dream, and that weirdness was just amplified when Bucky touched him and he felt every single hair on his body rise at the same time.

He was watching his two friends very intently, though. He figured that Bucky was probably taking Steve going back to Peggy pretty hard. He didn’t know that much about Bucky before the Blip, but he did know that Bucky’s world revolved around Steve.

“Fuck.” Sam heard someone groan when he came to. He looked up and saw Bucky standing in the middle of a field. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Steve!”

“Bucky?” Sam asked, slowly walking over to Bucky. He had absolutely no idea where he was.

“Sam?” Bucky replied. “Where are we? Where is Steve?”

“I have no idea. I just remember fucking disintegrating and then waking up here.”

“Are we dead?” Bucky questioned, but Sam just shrugged.

“No.” They both turned to where the voice came from and saw Wanda sitting on the ground looking miserable. “We’re not dead. Thanos snapped us all here. We’re in the soul stone.”

“But we’re alive?” Sam asked.

“Unfortunately,” Wanda replied. “We’re stuck here until they figure out a way to beat Thanos, if that ever happens, of course.”

“They’ll figure something out. They always do,” Sam assured her. Then, he turned his focus back to Bucky who looked like he was going to throw up or cry or maybe both. “Bucky?”

“I just got him back,” Bucky said, collapsing to the ground and holding his head in his hands. “This isn’t fucking fair.”

“You’ll get back to him again,” Sam said, sitting down next to him. “You guys were, uh, together weren’t you?”

“Not since before the war,” Bucky responded. “We were waiting until I was alright to try again, but obviously that never happened.”

“It will,” Sam promised. “Until then I guess we just sit in this field.”

“The soul stone can be whatever you want it to be,” Wanda informed him. “If you imagine something, it’ll appear. Doesn’t work on people though, so don’t even try.”

“Okay, let me try,” Sam said, closing his eyes tight.

“Woah,” Bucky breathed out. Sam opened his eyes and saw a house not twenty feet away from them. “You living in that big thing alone, pigeon?”

“No, dickwad. I imagined two bedrooms, so you’re more than welcome to live with me.”

Sam came to as Steve and Bucky walked toward him laughing at a joke he wasn’t in on. That’s just how it was always going to be. Even if something had happened between him and Sam in the soul stone, Bucky’s heart was always going to belong to Steve. Sam was just going to have to live with that.

...

It only made sense that Sam and Bucky move in together, even if they didn’t admit why it made sense. It also made sense that they lived in New York rather than DC. It wasn’t because of Steve. If that were the case, they would’ve lived with him in Brooklyn, but no, instead they moved to Queens. Queens . Neither one of them had any idea why they would have such a strong bond with Queens until Bucky ran into someone at the grocery store one day.

“Oh, sir, I am so sorry.” Bucky heard a familiar voice say after he felt something smash into his back. He turned around to see a teenage boy whose face he didn’t quite recognize. “Buck?”

“Pete?” Bucky asked, nickname slipping out of his mouth without his permission. He had no idea who this kid was. Then, like magic, a memory from the back of his head was pulled forward.

It was a few days after the dusting when Bucky was sitting on the porch of his and Sam’s house. There wasn’t much to do in the soul world, so Bucky had taken to old man activities such as watching his nonexistent neighbors. Well, they were all nonexistent until he saw a teenage boy walking up the street.

“Hey, kid. You lost?” Bucky asked, shifting forward in his rocking chair. The boy stopped walking and stared at Bucky. He looked so lost and alone, and Bucky’s heart broke.

“Are you the Winter Soldier guy?” the kid asked.

“I don’t really go by that anymore,” Bucky responded. “You can call me Bucky.”

“Hi, Bucky. I’m Peter Parker, but um, you probably know me as Spiderman,” the kid, Peter said, and Bucky’s eyes went wide.

“No way. You’re the kid who beat the shit out of me and Sam!” Bucky exclaimed. Then, he got worried again. “How old are you?”

“Sixteen.”

“Shit, kid. You have anyone here?”

“Um, no. I’m alone.”

“Well, Sam and I, we have a big house for just two people. You’re more than welcome to stay here,” Bucky stated. Peter smiled softly.

“Really?” he asked, grinning.

“Of course, kid. Come on, Sam’ll want to meet you.”

Just as quickly as he was pulled into the memory, Bucky was thrown out. Now, he was standing in a grocery store in front of a kid who he didn’t know but who he also helped raise.

“Peter,” Bucky breathed out, pulling him into a hug. Peter hugged back just as tightly. “I saw you at the funeral, but I didn’t recognize you. I’m sorry. Are you alright? Are you back with your aunt?”

“It’s okay. I didn’t remember you until I saw you just now,” Peter explained into Bucky’s chest, neither of them wanting to pull away just yet. “I’m alright. Still adjusting to being back, but I’m fine. And, yeah, I’m back with May. How are you? How’s Sam?”

“Me and Sam are just fine,” Bucky told him, finally pulling away. “We just moved into an apartment a few blocks from here. I’m sure he’d love to see you, but, Pete, he doesn’t remember anything. He doesn’t even remember being with me. At least, not yet.”

“He what?” Peter asked, completely shocked.

“Look, I’m positive he doesn’t remember me, but maybe he remembers you. I don’t want you to be upset about it. It’s nothing personal. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you.”

“No, I know. I’m not upset about that. I’m upset that my da-- that you guys aren’t together,” Peter explained. Bucky knew what Peter was going to call them, but he didn’t say anything.

“I know, bud, but it’ll all work out. I promise,” Bucky assured him. “I should probably get going, but I’ll see you around. I’ll do more than that. I’ll see you all the time, okay?”

“Yeah, course,” Peter replied. He hugged Bucky one last time. “Bye, d--Buck.”

...

Bucky had been out for a few hours, which gave Sam a lot of time to think about things. There wasn’t really much for him to think about as he didn’t know the full story. He had no idea what happened in those five years.

Sam’s mind jumped from topic to topic hoping beyond all hope that something would trigger another memory. Eventually, Sam’s mind landed on Steve, and that did the trick.

“I wish I could just forget about Steve,” Bucky said as he and Sam sat on the couch that night. Sam was taken aback by Bucky’s abruptness. “I wish there was a way for me to just forget about it all and move on.”

“Well, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else,” Sam offered, looking at the television and not the man sitting next to him.

“Who exactly am I going to get under here, Sam? The only people around here are other Avengers who either hate me, are with other people, or are minors.”

“You’ll just have to go search for someone I guess.”

“If only there were someone right under my nose who could help me out,” Bucky stated, staring pointedly at Sam. Sam wasn’t budging though. Bucky moved closer to him. “Someone I really trust. Someone who knows me. Someone who isn’t all that bad to look at.”

“Oh, you really know how to charm a man, don’t you, Barnes?” Sam asked, still not looking at him. Bucky moved impossibly closer. “Bucky, come on. You don’t actually want this.”

“You don’t know what I want,” Bucky whispered. “If you don’t want to, then obviously it’s a no, and we both move on and forget it ever happened. If you do want it though, then it should happen. I want you, Sam. I need you.”

“Are you sure about this?” Sam asked, finally turning to face him. “You want to have sex with me?”

“Look, I don’t know how long we’re gonna be here. What I do know is that I’m not spending all my time here not doing anything worthwhile.”

“And you think sleeping with me will be worthwhile?” Sam asked, smirking.

“I know it will, bird boy. What do you say?”

“I say that we should go to my bedroom,” Sam said, leaning into Bucky’s space before getting up and grinning as Bucky hurried behind him.

So, that was it. He and Bucky must’ve had a no strings attached, friends with benefits thing going on. It must’ve just been a way to pass their time while they were stuck in there. Mostly, it was just a way for Bucky to get over Steve. Just then, Sam’s phone began to ring. He groaned when he saw that it was Steve.

“Hey, Steve,” he said when he picked up the phone. “Now isn’t the best time.”

“Oh, is something wrong?” the old man asked. Sam absolutely hated how he sounded. His blood began to boil, and he couldn’t keep it in any longer.

“Yes, Steve, something is wrong but it’s you not me,” Sam spat. “How could you do that to Bucky? I don’t understand. How could you just cast him aside like that?”

“What?”

“I’m not dumb, Steve. I know that you two were together before the war, and I know that he’s still in love with you now.”

“Sam, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steve said calmly. “Buck and I talked before I left. He gave me his blessing.”

“Of course he gave you his blessing. He would never have told you not to go. He loves you too much,” Sam told him. “You shouldn’t have done it. It was a messed up thing to do, and now Bucky is suffering.”

“Bucky isn’t suffering,” Steve assured him, but Sam just rolled his eyes. “I know you don’t believe me, but I’m right. You would know that if you just talked to Bucky. Or if he just talked to you. I’m sorry if you think that what I did was wrong, but I never would’ve done it if I didn’t know that Bucky would be okay.”

“You’re right,” Sam breathed out. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my place, and I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”

“Don’t worry about it, pal. You were just looking out for Bucky.”

“Not sure why,” Sam muttered, and he swore he heard the old man laugh.

...

It was a few hours later when Sam and Bucky sat down to have dinner. Things were still very awkward between them, but neither one of them wanted to be too far from the other for too long. It was just an unspoken thing. Even if they weren’t talking, they always had to be near each other.

So, they sat across from each other at their kitchen table. They were eating takeout from some Italian place. Sam had ordered penne with vodka sauce, his favorite food. Bucky wasn’t sure how he knew that fact, but he knew it. Bucky looked across the table at Sam, who seemed to be very much enjoying his dinner, and he smiled to himself.

“This is good, but it has nothing on the vodka sauce back home,” Sam said after taking a bite of the food that Bucky made. Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Well, I’m sorry,” he said sarcastically. “God, you try to do a nice thing around here, and it’s never good enough.”

“Shut up,” Sam told him, looking him in the eyes. He raised his eyebrows at the man sitting across from him. “It’s very good for your first try. And thank you for tonight.”

“All I did was kick Pete out for the night and make some half ass pasta.”

“It’s more than that, and you know it. Plus, you’ll really celebrate my birthday later on.”

“So you’re saying I could’ve just fucked you for your present?” Bucky questioned, causing Sam to shrug. Then, Bucky’s heart began to beat faster. “Actually, Sam, there’s something that I wanted to talk to you about. It’s about the sex.”

“I don’t think my birthday is the best time for you to tell me that you want to stop having sex with me, Barnes.”

“No, no, it’s, um, not that,” Bucky stammered. “Your birthday probably isn’t the best time to bring this up, you’re right, but if I don’t do it now, I might not ever, and I really, really need to get it off my chest.”

“Buck, calm down,” Sam said, putting a hand over Bucky’s on the table. “Whatever you have to say, just say it. I won’t be upset.”

“I love you,” Bucky whispered, looking Sam in the eyes. Sam’s eyes went wide. “I’m sorry to spring it on you like this, especially because it’s your birthday, but it’s true. I love you so much, and I love what we have. I love our house and our fucking kid. I love our little family. I just love you, okay?”

“Bucky, Jesus, I thought it was gonna be something bad,” Sam breathed out. He smiled at the other man. “I love you too, dummy. So fucking much. I love our family more than anything.”

“Okay, good,” Bucky said, going back to his dinner. Sam scoffed.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say.”

“I worked very hard on this meal, and I’m not letting it go to waste,” Bucky explained, forking more food into his mouth. “Love you, though.”

“It’s moments like this where I regret loving you.”

“You could never,” Bucky stated, and he was right. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

“Bucky?” Sam asked, shaking Bucky from his memory. His eyes shot up to meet Sam’s. “You good?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. I was just zoned out for a few minutes,” Bucky explained, going back to his food. “Your dinner good?”

“It’s good, but I feel like I’ve had better before,” Sam responded, and Bucky’s cheeks went red. “And, I don’t think it was in DC either. I don’t remember when or where, but I remember having this really good vodka sauce on one of my birthdays.”

“Weird,” Bucky muttered, hoping beyond all hope that Sam would drop the conversation.

...

It wasn’t getting easier for either of them. Sam kept remembering exclusively sexual things, and Bucky kept remembering all their happy family moments. It had been a week since Bucky saw Peter at the grocery store. He knew that he needed to do something, so he came up with a plan. He hoped that Peter would be at the grocery store again at the same time, and he very politely asked Sam to go pick up some things for dinner. Bucky was hoping that they would run into each other and hopefully Sam would remember.

Sam was looking all around the store for the ridiculous number of things that Bucky asked him to buy. He was beginning to think that Bucky sent him to buy a bunch of random things just to play a joke on him when he heard a gasp from behind him.

“Sam?” a voice asked. Sam turned around to see a teenage boy who did not know.

“Sorry, do I know you?” Sam asked, not knowing if he was a fan or someone who actually knew Sam. He looked over the kid’s face for a moment before it hit him.

“Hey, Pete, I wanted to talk to you about something,” Sam said one day as he and Peter were eating lunch in their kitchen. “But, you can’t tell Bucky.”

“Come on, Sam, you know I’m not good at secrets,” Peter groaned. Sam rolled his eyes fondly.

“I could just keep this really fascinating information to myself then,” Sam suggested, taking a bite of his sandwich. He knew that Peter would take the bait.

“No, no, I wanna know. Tell me.”

“Whatever you say,” Sam replied, a smirk on his face. Then, his smile turned soft. “I’m gonna ask Bucky to marry me.”

“What?” Peter asked, almost choking to death on the food he was chewing. Sam laughed at the idiot kid across from him. “Sam, that’s awesome.”

“You think so?”

“Duh, my dads are gonna get married,” Peter blurted out, but then his eyes went wide. “I’m sorry. I just, I’ve come to think of you guys as my dads.”

“We’ve been raising you for five years, kiddo. I think it’s perfectly fine if you call us your dads. Lord knows we think of you as our kid,” Sam said sincerely, causing Peter to grin. “Anyway, you want to help me propose to your other dad?”

“I would love to,” Peter responded. Then, he felt an all too familiar sensation. “Dad, it's happening again.”

“What’s happening?” Sam asked, but his question was answered when he watched Peter turn to dust.

“Pete, holy fuck,” Sam whispered when he came to, tears in his eyes. He pulled Peter into a bone crushing hug. “You scared the hell out of me the last time I saw you. It was only a few minutes before I followed, but then I lost all my memories. I missed you so much, bud.”

“I missed you too, dad,” Peter said into Sam’s shoulder. He pulled back frantically. “Oh, God, I’m sorry. I’m not sure if that’s okay now. I know you said it was okay back then, but now is different. Bucky said you didn’t even remember us, so obviously you wouldn’t be okay with me calling you dad.”

“Kid, take a breath, jeez,” Sam said, putting a hand on Peter’s shoulder. He squinted at the kid. “What did you say about Bucky?”

“Shit,” Peter muttered. He let out a groan. “I saw him here last week. We didn’t remember each other, but then we did. It was so weird. But, then he said that you didn’t remember being with him, and he wasn’t sure if you remembered me at all.”

“I didn’t,” Sam admitted. “I didn’t know that me and Buck were serious, and I didn’t remember you at all. Clearly, we were serious though because I was gonna ask him to marry me. I was gonna ask him to marry me, Pete. And, you, you were, are , our son.”

“Are you gonna ask him to marry you now?” Peter asked.

“I don’t know,” Sam responded honestly. “I didn’t think he remembered. I figured he would want to be with Steve. I have no idea what he remembers or what he wants.”

“He wants to be with you, dad,” Peter stated easily. “He was a mess when I saw him the other day. He misses you.”

“I don’t know, kid.”

“You love him, right?”

“Yeah,” Sam said softly, smiling slightly. “I do. I can’t believe I didn’t remember how badly I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.”

“Then, talk to him. Please. For me,” Peter practically begged. “I have to get home or Aunt May will kill me, but I’ll give you my number so you can call me the second you talk to dad.”

“Alright, bud,” Sam stated, smiling at Peter as he typed his number into Sam’s phone. “I’ll call you soon.”

“You better.”

...

Bucky figured that he had some time to kill while Sam was at the store, so he decided to go to Steve’s house. Steve was always happy to see him, and he was even happier to lecture him on why telling Sam was so important.

“You have to tell him,” Steve said as soon as Bucky walked through the door. He was sitting in what Bucky liked to call Steve’s “old man chair.” Bucky rolled his eyes and sat down on the couch across from the chair.

“Steve, come on,” Bucky groaned. “You know that it’s not that easy. I don’t even know if he remembers or if he would still want to be with me. You of all people know how hard it is to love me.”

“What?” Steve asked, disgusted by Bucky’s statement. “Bucky, loving you was the easiest thing I ever did.”

“Yeah, well, you’re you, and that was before. Who’s to say that Sam would still want me after everything?”

“Did he tell you that he called me?” Steve asked, not paying any mind to Bucky’s ridiculous notions.

“No, but I’m not exactly surprised considering you’re friends,” Bucky responded.

“He called me to tell me off about leaving you,” Steve stated, and Bucky’s eyes went wide. “Yeah. He thinks that you’re in love with me and heartbroken because I left you for Peggy.”

“Fuck,” Bucky groaned. Just then, both men heard the door open.

“Oh, sorry Steve. I didn’t know you had company,” the person said. Bucky turned around to see Wanda closing the door behind her.

“What do you need Bucky?” Wanda asked, closing the door behind him as he walked into her house.

“I have to talk to you about something personal, and I don’t want to upset you,” Bucky stated, pacing back and forth, not looking at her.

“I’m a big girl, Bucky,” she said, causing Bucky to scoff.

“Please, you’re practically a fetus compared to me,” he joked. Then, he looked at her apologetically. “Sorry, I do actually want to have a serious conversation. That was uncalled for.”

“It’s fine, you dork. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

“If you met someone else, would you ever think about getting married?” Bucky asked abruptly. Wanda looked at him quizzically. Bucky began pacing again. “I always planned on marrying Steve. Even when it was illegal, marrying him was all I wanted. I never thought I would want to marry anyone else, but here I am. And if we get back, what if Steve’s upset that I moved on? I just don’t know what to do.”

“Alright, breathe. Why don’t you sit down?” Wanda offered, leading Bucky to the kitchen counter. Bucky sat down on one stool and Wanda sat on another. She waited a moment before she said anything. “I am not in any way over Vision. He is very much still the love of my life. However, if there came a day when I found someone else and Vision was really gone, I would like to believe that he would want me to be happy. That’s all the people we love want for us after all. They just want us to be happy.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“If the roles were reversed and Steve found someone in these last few years, would you be happy for him?” Wanda asked, and Bucky was taken aback. He hadn’t thought about that.

“Yeah, I think I would be,” he answered honestly. “He did find someone else at one time, and I wasn’t happy for him. I didn’t get it, but now I do. If he wanted to be with her now, I would just be happy that he found her again.”

“Then, I think you have your answer,” Wanda replied with a soft smile. “If Steve loved you as much as you loved him, then he would be happy for you.”

“Thank you, kiddo,” Bucky said, and Wanda rolled her eyes.

“So, you gonna ask Sam to marry you?” she asked cheekily. Now, it was Bucky’s turn to roll his eyes.

“That’s the plan,” he replied, a smirk forming on his face. He was back to the Bucky that Wanda knew and loved, but then his face fell.

“Bucky?” Wanda asked, eyes wide with horror as she watched him turn to dust.

“Kiddo, Jesus,” Bucky said, standing up abruptly when he was brought back to the present. “I haven’t seen you since...well…”

“Since we talked about you asking Sam to marry you,” Wanda finished, smirking. They both heard Steve clear his throat, and Bucky blushed.

“I didn’t remember until I saw Wanda. Calm down, old man,” he told Steve. He turned back to Wanda. “Thanks for that.”

“Anytime,” she said with a grin, taking Bucky’s abandoned seat on the couch. “What were you boys doing before I got here?”

“Just telling Bucky how he needs to tell Sam that they were in love in the soul world,” Steve stated, and Wanda whipped her head to look at Bucky.

“Shut up, both of you. I’m leaving now.”

“Wait, Buck, don’t go.”

“Do you want me to talk to Sam or not?” Bucky asked, grin taking over his face.

...

Bucky arrived home almost the same time Sam had. He walked into the apartment and helped Sam unload the groceries. He sifted through the bags and found some ice cream. Before he could even register, a question popped into his head and came out of his mouth.

“Why didn’t you get cookies and cream ice cream? You know Peter always asks for it,” Bucky blurted out, handing Sam the chocolate ice cream. Sam just stood there for a second, holding the ice cream in his hand. “What?”

“What did you just ask me?” Sam asked. Bucky’s eyes went wide, registering what he asked. “You asked me something about Peter.”

“Do you remember Peter?” Bucky questioned, looking Sam in the eye.

“It would be a bit hard to forget our son.”

“Wait, you remember us?” Bucky asked, hearting beating fast. Sam smiled slightly.

“I don’t remember all of it, but I remember some big things,” Sam explained. He put the ice cream away and turned back to face Bucky, entering his space. “For example, I remember that I had a pretty big question to ask you.”

“No, I had a pretty big question to ask you,” Bucky countered, pulling Sam closer to him.

“I think Peter would be pretty mad if we asked each other anything without him being here,” Sam stated, causing Bucky to nod. Sam pulled out his phone. Bucky began kissing Sam’s neck as he dialled. “I guess I’ll just have to call him.”

“Oh, so it worked. You did run into him.”

“I knew you sent me there for a reason,” Sam said, putting the phone up to his ear and kissing Bucky once on the lips before Peter answered. “Hey, bud, what are you doing tonight? Wanna come over for dinner with me and dad?”

...

Peter was incredibly confused as knocked on Sam and Bucky’s apartment door. He had no idea who remembered what, and he didn’t know what exactly he was walking into. All the nerves went away when Bucky opened the door with a warm smile.

“Sammy, the kid’s here,” Bucky announced from the doorway. He pulled Peter in for a quick hug before leading him into the apartment.

“Hey, kiddo,” Sam greeted from the stove. “I’m just finishing up dinner.”

“Cool,” Peter said. Bucky handed Peter some plates, and Peter began to set the table like he always did.

“So, how’s school been?” Bucky asked.

“Good. I’m almost done for the year, and then I’m going on a school trip during the summer. MJ and Ned are gonna be there.”

“Oh, MJ, I almost forgot about her,” Bucky said, smirking at Peter and then Sam. “You tell her how you feel yet?”

“God, no,” Peter responded, blushing a deep shade of red.

“Bucky, don’t bother him. Lord knows that you took your grand old time telling me how you felt,” Sam offered from the stove.

“Excuse me, I can say the same for you,” Bucky argued, but he was smiling all the same. “Peter, tell your father that you don’t mind me busting your chops.”

“What if I do mind?” Peter asked.

“Duh, then, you’re grounded.”

“Right,” Peter replied, smiling. He was done setting the table, so he and Bucky sat down as Sam finished the food and set it down.

“Dinner is served, boys,” he said, sitting down next to Bucky.

“Looks great, sweetheart,” Bucky told Sam before kissing him on the cheek. Peter pretended to throw up. “Don’t disrespect your dads, boy.”

“You tell him, honey,” Sam said to Bucky before casting a smile at Peter. “When is your trip, Pete?”

“Um, July I think,” Peter replied, before digging into his food.

“Okay, so that’s a no on July. Maybe August?” Sam suggested.

“I don’t know. Steve’s birthday is July and yours is August. I don’t really want to put it in the middle like that. I wanna spread things out,” Bucky explained. “My half of the year is so boring. There’s nothing going on in the winter and spring.”

“I didn’t peg you for a spring wedding type,” Sam stated.

“I’m sorry what?” Peter asked, and both Sam and Bucky looked at him. “When did you get engaged?”

“Technically speaking, we never did get engaged,” Sam stated. “Neither of us ever proposed.”

“Didn’t need to,” Bucky said, taking a bite of his dinner. “We already knew the answer.”

“Aww, how cute,” Peter joked, but the sentiment was true. “What about a winter wedding? January or February?”

“But then we have to go from March to July without celebrating anything,” Bucky told him.

“That’s not true. Isn’t your anniversary in April? Plus, you technically adopted me in May.”

“Kid raises a good point,” Sam stated. “I like February. January sucks because it’s just the hangover after Christmas and Peter’s birthday.”

“Fair,” Bucky responded. “I like February too.”

“It’s really the best month of the year if you think about it,” Peter began. Sam and Bucky both watched him fondly as he went on a long, nerdy tangent about leap years.

Bucky turned and grinned at Sam who grinned right back. Bucky Barnes fell in love with Sam Wilson faster than he had ever done anything in his entire life. He had been alive for longer than any human should be, but the five years he spent with Sam were the best of his very long life. As he sat with his fiance and son, he hoped that the rest of his life would be as amazing as those five years.

#sambucky #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #sam wilson #peter parker

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imbuckysplum · 4 years ago

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Oh wow so I for some reason made the choice to write again. I actually kinda like this story. Its 1.8k words :)

Cookies and Leather Jackets

“Can you pass me the eggs, Steve?” Never in a million years did you think that you would be baking cookies for your little sister’s school bake sale with Steve Rogers. Then again never in a million year did you think your parents would die, leaving a sixteen year old you with a five month old Ellie. That was a while ago though, 2012. That’s how you became an Avenger. You were using your teleportation to get kids out of your school when Tony saw you. Your parents also had powers, but they never told where they came from, only that they were genetic. You wondered a lot what would have happened if your parents didn’t die. So many possibilities.

“I got it Y/N!” Ellie reached over the table and grabbed an egg. She was very excited to be helping. Handing you the egg, she gave you a huge smile. You smiled back. “Y/N, this batch is ready for the oven.” Steve handed you the tray. Your eyes locked, the whole universe seemed to stop. It was no secret that you liked him, a lot. Wanda told you he liked you to, she read his thoughts around you. Neither of you were bold enough to make a move. It drove everyone crazy. You snapped out of your trance when Ellie let out a loud ooooooooo. She wanted you guys to get together so bad. She would ask you constantly about your relationship with him. Steve blushed and ran his hand through his hair. You hated he did that, it always made you blush even harder.

“Ready for school, little monster?” Natasha walked into the kitchen, Ellie’s bag in hand. That was one of the many amazing things about living in the tower, the team was always ready to help you out with Ellie. You grabbed her lunchbox from the fridge. “Remember El, I’ll be there at 3:00 for the bake sale, wait for me by the door.” You handed her the lunchbox and placed a kiss on her cheek. “With Steve?” She looked over at Steve who was putting cookies on the pan. “Honey, you kno-” Steve cut you off. “I’ll be there kiddo.” She giggled, before running over to Natasha. They walked out of the kitchen, Natasha winking at you.

You knew exactly what that wink meant. It was her ‘you’re alone with Steve, make your move for fucks sake’ wink. Taking a deep breath in you started, “Steve you don’t have to come, it’s really fine. You’re already helping me out with all of this, which is way more than you need to. You’re probably very busy, I’ll just tell Ellie you’re sorry you couldn’t come, something came up.” Steve just blinked at you before bursting out laughing. “Y/N I want to come. I love Ellie. Plus you’re gonna need help with all these cookies.” You just smiled, you knew there was no arguing. Just one reason why you loved Steve. He was always ready to help out, even when he didn’t need to.

Then an idea struck you. You took some cookie batter in your hand. “Hey Rogers, you have something right here.” You swiped your hand across his cheek, leaving behind a long stripe of batter. “Y/N, I just showered. Come on really!” At first you really thought that you did something wrong until a huge ball of batter landed on your face. When you managed to wipe your eyes off, Steve was standing there with a goofy smile on his face. “Oh you’re so done.” You smirked at him before taking a handful of dough and shoving on his forehead. You were aiming for his hair, but he was too tall for you to reach.

Before Steve could get you again, you grabbed a bowl and ran ducking behind the counter. “Hey Y/N I think the cookies are burning.” You shot up from your hiding place, only then realizing how dumb that was. Batter slapped you in the arm. “So you wanna play dirty Stevie?” He blushed hard, you smirked.

If Wanda was right your plan would work. The timer went off signaling that the cookies were done. Perfect. Grabbing the oven mitts you walked over purposely swaying your hips with every step. Bending over dramatically you pulled the cookies from the oven. You could feel Steve’s eyes stalking you. “See something interesting Rogers?” You asked with fake curiosity. His face was beet red, the blush extending all the way down his neck. He didn’t answer, so you walked closer.

You don’t really know where this side of you came from, but Natasha would be proud. “Nothing.” He mumbled. Stepping forward again, this time close enough to put your hands on his chest. “What was that, I didn’t hear you.” You looked up at him with a sweet smile. “I said it’s n-” Before he could finish you took the biggest ball of batter you could get and smushed it into his face. Steve was very taken aback by this but only for a second, before he wiped it off and grabbed your waist. You squeaked, unprepared. He pulled you in, your hands on his chest. Now that was a feeling, his muscles flexing as he breathed in and out.

You looked up at Steve, his baby blues staring back. “Screw it.” His mouth crashed into yours. The kiss tasted of cookie batter. You moved your hands from his chest to his neck, pulling him in closer. Your mind finally caught up with your body. You were screaming inside like a teenage girl would scream about One Direction. This just couldn’t be real. Steve picked you up, and placed you on the counter, you wrapped your legs around his muscular waist, confirming that this was in fact not a dream. Steve broke away from your lips, both of you panting. “Y/N I-” “I love you too Steve.”

Going back in for another kiss you stopped. “Fucking finally!” You turned your head to see Natasha. She looked relieved, like someone had taken a fifty pound weight off her back. You let go of Steve, blushing. “I’ll finish the cookies, you two need a shower, together.” She said the last part quietly, so only you could hear. “Nat!” You gave her a look, hopping off the counter. She just gave you a smirk. “Go!” She ushered you two out of the room. “Um, so dinner this Friday?” Steve asked when you guys got into the elevator. “Dinner sounds really nice.” You gave him a light peck before stepping off the elevator onto your floor.

When you got to your room things finally hit you. You just made out with Steve, and you told him you loved him. Now he wants dinner on Friday. Is this what heaven feels like? You wondered in the shower. You laid around in your towel for a while after your shower. Replaying the moments over and over again. It never seemed to feel real.

A knock on the door broke you from your thoughts. “Y/N, you almost ready to go?” It was Steve. You grabbed your phone, it was 2:45. Already?! “Coming.” You called to him, throwing on your clothes. When you opened the door, Steve was standing there with the cookies. “Wow you look amazing. I’m so glad I can finally say that out loud.” You blushed. “Stop.” You hit him playfully. “Honesty is the best policy Y/N.” Steve stated. When you got to the garage, Steve tossed you a helmet. It took you a second to put two and two together, you were taking his motorcycle.

“Oh, you should wear this.” Steve took off his leather jacket and handed it to you. This made you super giddy, you’ve always loved his leather jacket. Once you slipped it on, you felt safe. It smelled like him, it was warm, and big, it was love. You took the cookies from him after you got the helmet on. You put the cookie container in between your legs, holding onto it with your thighs. Your arms wrapped around Steve’s waist. You could feel him stiffen when you made contact with him, before relaxing again. His muscles were just insane. You had a hard time keeping your hands still, they itched to feel his body.

It was a pretty short ride to Ellie’s school. Sometimes you really just wanted to teleport places, but you didn’t want to be lazy. Plus it makes a bit of a scene. Steve parked, and you tried to take your helmet off, but it got stuck. You heard laughing. “Just help me please.” You grumbled. Steve had no issues getting your helmet off. “My hero!” You dramatically fluttered your eyelashes. Steve gave your forehead a kiss, before helping you off the bike. Ellie was waiting by the door, just like you told her to. “Hey El! Go give these to your teacher for me ok.” You bent down and handed her the cookies.

She nodded before running over to a woman. She thanked Ellie and placed them on the table. She ran back over to you. “Ready to go?” You asked, taking her backpack. “Wait a minute.” She said squinting at you. You looked at Steve, he just shrugged. All of the sudden she let out a squeal. “That’s Steve’s jacket! I know because he’s let me wear it! You’re dating Steve! I knew it!” She ran up to Steve and hugged as high up as she could, which was only his legs. “You’re going to be a good husband for Y/N.” Steve was caught way off guard by that. You just laughed a little. “She’s just excited.” You told him.

As you guys walked back to the motorcycle, Ellie asked endless questions. She didn’t even wait for you to finish answering them half the time. Steve gave Ellie his helmet. It was super big for her and wobbled around whenever she moved her head. She liked it, she said she was like a bobble head.

Once you guys got back, you handed Ellie her bag, she ran inside. Bruce always helped her with her homework. You just didn’t have the patience for it. “You know she never took the helmet off.” Steve laughed. “I’ll get it back.” You smiled at him.

The two of you headed inside the compound. Steve stopped you in the living room. “Y/N I love you. You are like nobody I’ve ever met. I promise you I’ll always be there for you and Ellie.” You squeezed his hand. To most people that might just sound sappy, but it really meant a lot. You’ve lost so much, to know that someone is always going to be there is nice, but to have them say it makes it real. “I love you too soldier.”

#avengers #marvel #captain america #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x reader #chris evans #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #captain america x you #captain america imagine #cuties #i love him #cookie fights its a thing

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endof-theline · 4 years ago

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Day 12- Tropetember: Love Confessions/First Kiss

Day 12 of super early Tropetember with Love Confessions/First Kiss. Steve and Bucky go on a walk and discover some secrets.

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32538613

Steve grinned brightly before remembering to dial it back for a moment as Bucky looked over to him and smiled back at him, Steve fidgeted on his feet as he waited for Bucky to be ready.

The pair had decided to go out for a walk around the compound's grounds since it was surrounded by a open field with trees lining it to give them a sense of privacy, Steve couldn't care less about where they were walking but Bucky didn't want to go far from base so Steve suggested to walk the grounds.

Bucky pulled his jacket on and nodded to the door so Steve stood up from the stool he had been sitting on and rushed to follow him, he heard Sam snicker at him but ignored it as Bucky looked over his shoulder and smiled at him again.

It had been ten months since getting Bucky back from Hydra and he was getting closer and closer to the confident Bucky from before the war everyday, of course not everyday was a good day but Steve always made sure he did everything he could to help even if it was just giving the man some space. The pull to Bucky Steve had had ever since he was a kid was just as strong as ever, Steve wasn’t an idiot either and he knew exactly what the ‘pull’ was but he never knew if Bucky had the same and now didn’t want to make Bucky uncomfortable when he wanted Steve’s support.

“Did ya see Tony kissing that fella last night?” Bucky asked in a hushed tone, his head was ducked like he was trying to avoid anyone seeing him talking, and Steve had to try and not laugh since Bucky was always his mother’s son and loved a bit of gossip.

“Sure, why?” Steve nodded his head and cocked his head curiously when Bucky stayed quiet for a moment “You can ask me anything, Buck, you can tell me anything you want”

“I didn’t know he’s, uh, gay is all” Bucky said in a hushed tone, his eyes darting around nervously as Steve realised that no one had sat Bucky down and explained that being gay wasn’t a dirty secret anymore, especially not surrounding the team.

“He’s Bisexual actually, means that he likes both” Steve explained and watched Bucky’s face for any signs of disapproval, he knew that Bucky didn’t have a problem with it before but he had no idea if Hydra had filled his head with hatred or not.

“You can do that?” Bucky asked with wide eyes as his feet stumbled to a halt.

“Yeah, people can love both men and women” Steve stopped and spoke in a soft voice, he recognised the look on Bucky’s face when Sam had mentioned a friend who was openly gay and Steve had almost cried when Sam told him that his friend was getting married to another man “It’s different now, Buck, people can love whoever they want now, sure there’s still people who disagree, but things are better now”

“I, I think that sounds like me” Bucky’s voice was shaky and unsure but as he looked up to Steve, he could see the fear flashing in his eyes for a brief moment before Steve smiled warmly at him “You’re not mad?”

“‘Course not, Buck” Steve pulled Bucky to him and tried not to melt into the embrace as Bucky pulled him back, Bucky’s hold on him was strong but not enough to hurt or even make Steve feel uncomfortable “I could never be mad at you, especially not for this”

Steve felt Bucky start to move away and forced himself to let go as his heart fluttered when Bucky grinned at him, looking the happiest Steve had seen him since getting him back. They started back on their walk and Steve could tell that Bucky was thinking away so he kept his mouth shut and let the man think without interruptions.

It wasn’t until they were almost back to base when Steve realised that he hadn’t said anything about himself, suddenly realising why Bucky had looked so anxious when was talking about his thoughts and feelings on the subject.

“I shoulda said, Buck, I’m gay and I’m out to the public, like everyone knows about it” Steve explained casually but stopped when Bucky paused again and whipped his head over to him, his heart going tight with nerves that Bucky would suddenly turn on him despite their conversation earlier.

“That’s why ya never came dancing?” Bucky asked but it sounded more like an answer than a question, it made Steve laugh all the same.

“Sure Buck, that’s why” Steve laughed and couldn’t help but snort when Bucky looked confused “Buck, the girls knew I wasn’t interested in them but they were also much more interested in dancing with you than even looking at me. Even if I had been interested in them, I still wouldn’t have gone”

“When you came with us, I saw you watching like you wanted to dance, if you weren’t interested in the girls who were you interested in?” Bucky kept questioning him and Steve panicked as he struggled for an answer, but Bucky beat me as he gasped softly and stared at Steve who immediately went bright red and stepped back as Bucky screeched “ME?!”

“Little louder Buck, don’t think the rest of the team heard you” Steve grumbled as he shrunk back and looked at the grass like it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen, Bucky stared at him like he was a puzzle and Steve could feel the weight of it on his shoulders just like when they were kids in Brooklyn.

“Stevie” Bucky cooed at him and frowned when Steve flinched at the name and stepped away from him again “Look at me, Stevie”

“Can’t you just hit me now?” Steve asked fearfully and whimpered when he saw Bucky’s hand reach out for him, stumbling back as his eyes shot up to look at Bucky who was staring back with hurt and confusion “I get you’re mad at me and I’m sorry, but you gotta know I wouldn’t do anything”

“Stevie, I ain’t mad at you” Bucky said as held his hands up and stepped closer to him, it was clear to see how Steve tensed and got ready to bolt “I promise, I ain’t mad. Just wished you woulda said something sooner, I always suspected something”

“Really?” Steve’s voice squeaked before he cleared his throat awkwardly as Bucky nodded “I tried so hard to hide it”

“Stevie, I knew you better than anyone, ‘course I could tell” Bucky smiled warmly and his eyes crinkled at the corners as Steve chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, Bucky tipped Steve’s chin up carefully as he stepped into his space and watched the shock and confusion written across the blonde’s face even as Steve’s heart pounded in his chest and his stomach felt like a million butterflies “Exactly why I never told you, knew you would look at me like this and knew you’d get us in trouble”

“Wha-” Is all Steve got out before Bucky was kissing him, Steve gasped against his lips before melting into it and letting Bucky take the lead as his hands froze at his sides.

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh quietly at Steve’s awkwardness, the bright blush covering his face and the fond look on his face “First kiss out the ice or something, Stevie?”

“First kiss ever” Steve was close to panting as he looked at Bucky with wide eyes and found that his world had narrowed right now to the brunette stood in front of him “Never wanted to kiss anyone else”

“Holy shit” Bucky hissed through his teeth before cupping Steve’s face in his hands and pulling him in for a deeper, slower kiss that had Steve whimpering and grasping at his shirt, desperate to ground himself as his mind raced and froze at the same time “You waited all this time for me?”

Steve couldn’t find his words so he just nodded as he leant his forehead on Bucky’s and tried to catch his breath, hands still holding Bucky’s shirt as his heart thudded so fast that Steve panicked about his old medical issues for a moment, wondering if he needed his inhaler again. Bucky wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist and pulled him into a hug so Steve could sag against him and he could feel as the blonde buried his face into Bucky’s hair, usually Bucky couldn’t stand anything near his neck but he knew that Steve was safe.

“Please be real” Steve whimpered softly and Bucky wasn’t sure if he was meant to hear that or not but hugged Steve tighter as he felt his shoulder grow damp with tears “I love you, Bucky, I’ve always loved you”

“Love you too, Stevie” Bucky whispered back and gently ran his fingers through Steve’s short hair as the man let out a choked out sob, the ex-Hydra weapon knew exactly how it felt to finally express your emotions after having to bottle them up for years “Come on, let’s get you inside”

“Don’t wanna let go” Steve’s voice was weak and trembled as he spoke, but moved as Bucky pulled away and scrubbed his hands over his face before letting Bucky see his face even though it was still clear that he had been crying. Bucky gently took hold of Steve’s hand in his metal one and just raised an eyebrow at him, smiling when Steve blushed and nodded back.

“To the end of the line, right Stevie?” Bucky smirked at him and laughed as Steve knocked their shoulders together.

“Jerk” Steve teased as he smirked right back.

“You love it… Punk” Bucky laughed as they walked into the compound, ignoring the surprised looks he got from the Avengers whose eyes’ flicked between their hands and their happy faces.

“Yeah, I do” Steve nodded confidently before the pair of them laughed and Clint gave Tony ten dollars as Natasha took her ten dollars from Sam “Did you bet on us?”

“Yeah, did you tell him or did he figure it out?” Tony asked casually and Steve just sighed as he shook his head, walking off to grab a bottle of water as Bucky hung back a moment “So?”

“I figured it out, he danced around it” Bucky whispered before running after Steve when the blonde called him, neither saw the rest of the money swapped since they were too busy trading kisses as they made coffee.

Bucky had worried about getting accepted by the team, but it turns out that they were more than happy for them even if they did tease and poke fun at them every chance they got.

#tropetember #eotl writes #fanfiction #stucky #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes

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captainjimothycarter · 4 years ago

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Prompt: Peter Parker mourning Tony is going through his things and accidentally transports himself back in time. But he also just so happens to bump into Steve...whose now married to Peggy

Your ideas <3. Please be kind, I’ve only written Peter for some RPs and they’re not great, so…

Where was he? Or when was he should be the question, Peter supposed. He didn’t know what happened. Pepper had asked him if he wanted to go through some of Mr. Stark’s things to keep and Peter had agreed. That’s what he’d been doing when his hand had touched a strange device and it vibrated to life, latching around his wrist. It refused to let go no matter how much he had tugged it. He’d just been about to scream for help when his voice was ripped from him and Peter found himself. Here.

Where was here?

He stuck out like a sore thumb in his jeans and hoodie, but luckily no one looked at him too much in this alleyway.

The air quality was cleaner, almost. And there were people in suits, hundreds crowded on the street. He watched a woman wearing a red hat, the color sticking out amongst the sea of dark-colored suits. His best guess? Back in time or another reality. A newspaper he’d passed said June 1951.

The year sent a shiver down his spine. He was back in time. Holy shit. He time traveled. Now, how the hell was he to get back?

The weird watch around his wrist lit up white and Peter bit his lip, figuring no harm could be done before hitting it. He found his outfit changed to something of a suit. It felt stiff and rigid and really itchy but it was a good cover.

Right, time to figure out where the hell he was.

It wasn’t like Peter was following the woman in the red hat. They were just going to the same place. She looked vaguely familiar like he’s seen her face somewhere. An article, a textbook. A photo. Maybe she was some scientist or someone who shaped history. He couldn’t place it.

When she turned to go into a diner, Peter’s stomach grumbled. He’d forgotten to eat this morning, too caught up in his mind to focus. His eyes followed her as she watched her bend down to kiss a man dressed in a green button-up. She smiled brightly at him and Peter saw the ring on her finger. He laughed at something she said and cupped her face lovingly. Normally PDA made him sick but something about this…softness made his heartache.

Maybe it was a look in their eyes that told the young teenager that these two had suffered so much and were lucky to be together. Maybe he was a soldier in the war.

Peter sighed and figured he needed to go elsewhere, maybe a library, maybe…somewhere with a lab. That would be a hard thing to find. He had to figure out about this thing on his wrist. He turned but something told him not to. Told him to turn back. He’d heard the front door open but hadn’t looked. He was still hidden in the alley.

The last he expected was to turn around and find himself face-to-face with Captain America. Steve. Steve Rogers in the flesh.

He’d known Steve had gone back in time, Bucky had told him.

He didn’t know if he should laugh or cry when Steve smiled at him and enveloped the scared teenager in his arms.

“Hey, hey,” he breathed as Peter hugged him tightly, a little too tight given Steve’s hitched breath. He combed his fingers through his hair. “Peter, what are you doing here? Did someone send you?”

There it was. The question made Peter breakdown even worse and through a terrible amount of tears and sobs, he managed to tell Steve everything. About how he was in Tony’s things, how this stupid bracelet wrapped around him, how he couldn’t get back. How he was scared. And his stomach growling just made it worse.

“Come on,” Steve sighed, shaking his head. “No use thinking on an empty stomach. Just keep your head down, if anyone asks you’re my nephew. Pegs and I will take you home to figure this out, okay? I’ll answer your questions later.”

Knowing Peter, there were questions.

Peggy raised an eyebrow when Steve brought Peter back inside and let him sit beside him. Steve ordered a large breakfast platter for the boy, looking back at Peggy’s poised face. Peter was trying not to stare too much.

“You’re Director Carter,” he whispered in awe. That caused Peggy to smile. “I-I read about you! In textbooks and did projects about you! The stuff-“

He stopped when Steve cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow at him. Peter looked a bit sheepish and shrugged.

“Sorry…”

“it’s perfectly alright, Peter,” Peggy mused, patting the boy’s hand. “Steve has explained some things to me but nothing about another visitor. I suppose its another mystery to figure out. I’ll call into work, I can do it from home. You two can’t be left alone to this.”

No one questioned Peter or his huge appetite. Or why Steve was holding him close to his side as they got a cab home rather than risked walking.

Peter was confused about seeing Bucky at the Rogers-Carter home. He was in the back, tending to the garden, his left sleeve tied into a knot. “I rescued him,” Steve explained, earning a slap to his shoulder from Peggy. “We rescued him, I wasn’t cutting you out, Pegs, geez.”

He sat Peter down and got him some water, sitting across from him with Peggy beside him. Bucky had come in and looked startled at the young boy. “Did…you two…adopt while I was gone? I thought you were just meeting for breakfast? Why aren’t you at work?”

“Anyone tell you that you’re too nosy?” Peggy teased, leaning back into her seat, the phone cradled in her ear as she dialed a number. “Steve, it seems found a friend from his…future. We’re trying to figure out the rest. I’m working now, excuse me.”

While Peggy spoke to someone named Phillips and Devin on the phone, Peter looked around the home. It was warm. Homey. Loving. Filled with bits of life. A total difference from the one time he’s been in Steve’s apartment. There was evidence of these two lives together from photos to trinkets, to Steve’s jacket over the back of the couch, Peggy’s heels on the floor. He couldn’t decide if Bucky lived here or not. The man looked different. Happier. Much happier. Even if he was confused at the concept of Peter. Fuck, he was confused too.

“You two married?” The question came out in almost awe to Steve. He looked excitably happy at the rings. Peggy, for her sake, covered the receiver end to just laugh.

“We did,” Steve mused, giving a smile. “Maybe not the most…safest of weddings but it was one fitting for us.”

Peter wanted to question more but couldn’t. Not when Peggy was done with the phone call and Bucky was sitting in the recliner. They asked what happened again. And Peter told them everything, showing them the watch that wouldn’t come off.

Odd. It didn’t look like what they’d use to time travel earlier. Peter even knew that. It was something much older, making Steve wonder if Tony had fucked around with the idea of time travel beforehand. Maybe. He wouldn’t put it past him.

“We have to call Howard,” Peggy sighed. “The last I want this man to do is know about time travel but we have no choice. It looks like his work, not the work of your friend, Steve.”

Peter’s eyes lit up. Howard Stark? As in Tony’s father? The inventor and father of so many branches of science? Steve just laughed at how giddy the boy was. Like father, like son.

Howard didn’t exactly buy the nephew's story Steve tried to give him. He was a terrible liar. Plus, Peter looked nothing like him. In the end, they told Howard everything from Steve’s time travel to Peter’s. Even Peter learned some new things he didn’t know before the situation.

The man just sat back in his chair, rubbing at his jawline. His eyes falling to the boy’s wrist. “Right. We’ll talk about that later, Stevie but for now let’s help your friend out. Pegs, for now, I suggest you return to work like normal after tomorrow. Can’t let anyone know somethings wrong. Peter, was it? You’ll need to stay inside but it's fine. The house is secure and Steve and Buck can stay with you. Just don’t let them corrupt you.”

Bucky’s yelling could be heard from where he was taking a shower, Howard smirking as he bent back over Peter’s wrist.

There was something catatonic about working with Howard Stark. Howard didn’t know about Tony whatsoever and Steve never told him and warned Peter not to tell the man. Peter didn’t know much about Tony and Howard’s relationship but he could guess it wasn’t the healthiest by how Tony sometimes spoke of him. Like he was annoyed Peter worshipped him. He got the feeling that Steve was going to change that by how he’d look when they spoke.

Steve had changed lots. He was a married man but he was still Captain America. He told Peter that he was Grant Rogers in public and yes, it weirdly worked because people didn’t pay attention. The beard sometimes helped. He loved Peggy with all his heart and Peter saw how devoted he was to her and his best friend. They had a system.

Every morning Steve would wake up first and work out in the garage, sometimes jogging around the neighborhood. Sometimes Bucky joined. Peggy never did, she was not a morning person. Steve would make her coffee and breakfast unless it was a Tuesday and Thursday because then she met someone named Angie at the diner. For lunch, Steve would fix her something at the house and bring it to her. The rest of the day was spent fixing things around the house. He told Peter he bought it as a fixer-upper to give himself something to do in between Shield's work. He worked at Shield as strategic. He admitted he couldn’t go back to being Cap and Peter saw just how tired he was. The same tired he saw on Tony’s eyes when he passed.

Their routine worked around Peter. He got to join Steve in making dinner or lunch, learning how to cook on old technology, or just cook in general. He talked to Steve about everything, from Ned to MJ to school and how he missed them and he wondered if they knew he was gone. He got to help Bucky in the garden lots. He said gardening helped him out lots, to keep calm. He even met Bucky’s sister and her kids when they’d come over for Sunday dinner.

He got to watch Peggy and Steve work together as a couple, dancing in the evenings when Peter would read by the light. He’d watch them spar when neither could sleep, listen through the wall about nightmares and talking about their day, and how the war still haunted them, mistakes made, and decisions they wished they could change. Most of all he listened to how they loved one another. Yes, they bickered sometimes, especially if Peggy was exhausted, Steve was….a safe place and sometimes that came out as she could snap and get upset. The same went with Steve with Peggy but in the end, they’d always worked it out. Most of all, he got to watch them be Director Carter and Agent Rogers. Steve had started to work from home to take care of Peter and watch over Howard while he worked on the device.

Steve got a call from Peggy one evening when she was an hour overdue for dinner and mentioned an 084 in Florida. Steve was on the phone at once, calling in agents, and going through plans. Peter got to help by bringing him the paperwork, setting up another phone line with Bucky’s help [he guessed the man lived here now?] so Peggy could talk to Steve privately. This 084 situation lasted well over three hours before Peggy came home at 3 am and found Peter asleep Steve’s chest, the blonde still holding the phone, an arm curled protectively around Peter.

Yes, she took a photo.

The device took well over three months to figure out what exactly it was and how to reverse the effects of time travel. Howard went into some detailed explanation that only Peter seemed to understand because Steve just looked as confused. They had one more night together, one last dinner, and Peter thanking the Rogers-Carter family for everything.

“I’ll tell them you’re okay,” Peter said once they were outside in the beautiful garden he helped plant. “That you’re happy and Bucky’s happy too.”

“Thank you, Peter,” Steve sighed, pulling the kid close and hugging him tightly. “You’re gonna do great things. I can’t wait to see them. He loved you, you know?”

There was no doubt who Steve was talking about. Peter’s eyes grew misty and he nodded, patting the hand Steve held to his face. “Yeah, I know. It…hurts sometimes but he’s not hurting now. And working with his dad…it somehow helped. You promise you’ll…look out for them? My parents?”

Steve smiled. “Of course. I don’t go back on a promise. It won’t affect your timeline, but…the one here? He’ll have an amazing life with his whole family.”

The hug meant everything to Peter. It was one last round of hugs and goodbyes between the hero and the found family. Howard even showed up to wave goodbye as Peter set the time into the watch and hit it.

And just like that, he was back in Tony’s old bedroom, kneeling on the floor, with his hands in a box. No time had passed. It was still evening, still Manhattan.

Yet, Peter felt changed somehow, almost older in spirit. He touched the watch and gently pulled it off to throw it inside, making good on that promise to destroy it. He touched his pocket where Steve had given him his compass.

To keep him on the right path, always make the right choice, even if it was the most difficult one.

#Steggy AU #Steggy #Endgame AU #StevePeggy #Peter Parker #Its the son Steve will have #Or never have?#Heartwarming sad in a way #nonny prompt #Steggy Prompt #this is 2k #wtffff

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songtoyou · 5 years ago

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Happy Belated Birthday

Parings: Steve Rogers x Reader/You

Rating: PG

Warnings: Swearing and some angst

Words: 1,757

Description: You missed Steve’s birthday by a week due to work obligations. You surprise him at his apartment even though he is still on the run from the government due to the whole Accords fiasco. Steve cares for you deeply but fears he is destined to be alone. You set him straight.

A/N: This is my first time writing Steve and a reader insert fic. I hope I do Steve justice. This story takes place in 2018.

I do not permit any of my fics to be posted anywhere else without my permission.

*Update: Edited for grammar and punctuation mistakes.

“Happy Birthday!!” You shouted when Steve entered his tiny studio apartment.

He sighed when he saw you. Not only had you broke into his apartment, but you also dared to decorate it with streamers and balloons that also happened to spell out ‘Happy Birthday’ hung up on one of the walls.

“You’re a little late. My birthday was a week ago, Y/N,” said Steve as he set his bag next to the door and walked closer to you.

“I know. I’m sorry I missed it. Fury requested me at the last minute for a job. I had to take it. You know that I would never intentionally miss your birthday, Steve. You’re my best friend,” You pleaded with him. You placed your hands on his muscled shoulders and began massaging them to help ease the tension Steve was holding.

Steve looked to the floor and then back to you. “How did you know where to find me?” he asked you.

“Natasha. I asked her to keep me informed of your whereabouts. I need to know if you’re safe, Steve. I worry about you all the time out here on the run.”

He sighed again, not out of annoyance but relief. It was a relief that you made it back safe from whatever mission Fury sent you off. Reassurance that you were still in his life after the whole Accords debacle. Relief that you were the one person Steve could genuinely count on; he loved you but did not dare to say it out loud.

“I know you wouldn’t miss my birthday intentionally, Y/N,” smiled Steve as he pulled you into for a tight hug. He wanted to hold you forever and never let go. Steve would keep you chained to his bed if he could. ‘Any kind of way to keep her safe,’ he told himself.

“Let’s go have some birthday cake, shall we,” You said, taking Steve’s hand and walking him to the mini kitchen. You told him to take a seat at the counter and went to the fridge to take out the cake. Steve laughed when he saw the decorations on the cake.

“Are those…the Avengers as babies? Are we crawling all over Fury?” Steve wondered, eying the cake.

“Isn’t it cute?” You asked and went to describe the cake, “Yeah, see you got Natasha with Clint, Thor and his mini pop-tarts, little mini Hulk, baby Tony sleeping, and little Stevie on Fury’s shoulders. I just had the baker do the original six Avengers. But aren’t they cute?” You asked again. You could not keep the excitement from your voice.

Steve just smiled at you. “I love it. Best surprise ever. Thank you, Y/N.”

From America’s golden boy to wanted man, Steve had seen better days. No longer staying in one place for too long, Steve could never allow himself to get comfortable. He had enemies all over the place now looking to take him in dead or alive. Sam, Natasha, and Wanda stayed by Steve’s side. However, he was always worried about their safety. With you, however, he knew you could not always be there with him. You had your job to focus on.

When Shield turned out to be infiltrated by Hydra, it did not discourage you from still wanting to protect others who could not defend themselves. “The majority of people in the world are good, Steve,” You would always remind him whenever he felt that he was losing faith in humanity. It was one of the reasons why the two of you got along so well.

Sitting on his dingy couch, eating birthday cake, and sharing stories of past birthdays, Steve felt the most content in a long time. However, the feeling of dread suddenly felt when he realized it would not last. You would eventually leave and go back to your life while he remained alone, never staying in one place for too long.

“What are you thinking about, Steve?” You asked him honestly.

“Nothing. I’m happy you are here.”

“You’re lying. I know you appreciate this, but that isn’t what you are thinking about. You forget that I know when you are lying because you are shitty at it. So, I will ask you again and don’t lie to me, Steven Grant Rogers. What are you thinking about just now?” You demanded to know.

Steve sighed and set his plate down on the coffee table while you did the same. He rubbed his hands over his face and looked over at you. ‘God, she is so beautiful. She is so good. So pure. I don’t deserve her. She deserves so much more than the life I can give her. Life on the run. A life of always looking over her shoulder.’ Steve thought to himself.

“Just say it,” You ordered him.

“I don’t want you to go,” Steve finally admitted. “But I know you have to. I know this can’t be your life. No one can have a future with someone like me. I’m destined to be alone.”

You were shocked by what Steve revealed. Moving closer to him on the couch, you put your arms around Steve and ran your fingers through his hair. All you wanted to do was comfort him at that moment.

“Steve, you are not destined to be alone. Why do you think that?”

“Because it’s true. I don’t have anybody. Peggy’s gone, Bucky’s in Wakanda, the Avengers are no more. Tony hates me. It is only a matter of time before Sam, Natasha, and Wanda follow suit. You won’t be too far behind them. I’m not worthy or…”

“Stop it!” You yelled, getting up from the couch. You were pissed. “Listen to me, Steve. If you continue to talk bad about yourself, then as one of your best friends, I will lay you the fuck out; you hear me. I will seriously slap the shit out of you if you say one more bad thing about yourself.”

Steve knew not to say anything when you were this upset. He watched as you paced back and forth in his tiny apartment. It was a good minute and a half until you spoke again.

Instead of sitting on the couch, you sat on the coffee table in front of Steve. With yours on your legs, you leaned in towards Steve. “I need to tell you something, and I don’t want you to say anything until I am done. You got it,” You insisted from him. Steve merely nodded his head for you to go on.

“You are not destined to be alone. You have so many people in your life that love and care about you. I’m not talking about Captain America, but Steve Rogers. You told Tony to call you if he needed anything, right? But why not call Tony and amend things between you two? It’s been two years, Steve. It’s time to patch things up. I know things won’t necessarily ever be the same between you two. Not with Bucky. I mean the Winter Soldier being the one to kill Howard and Maria Stark, but Tony needs to understand that Bucky was not the one in control. That was Hydra, who ordered him to assassinate the Starks. I know Tony is willing to put his feelings aside and bring the Avengers back together, but he isn’t willing to do that without you. You’re the one who holds everyone together. The one people will go to battle for,” You expressed to Steve.

“That’s the problem. People need to realize that I’m not who they think I am. I want to be more than just the Shield. More than just a symbol forced to carry this burden and responsibility,” Steve told you.

“Then don’t. Give the Shield to someone else. Let someone else be Captain America. Let the world finally get to know Steve Rogers, that pain-in-the-ass scrawny kid from Brooklyn who could never back down in a fight. There is so much more you can do without having to carry the Shield into battle.”

Steve let out another sigh. He has thought about retiring but was always unsure if he could give up the Shield. To give up being Captain America was not an easy decision. He did not know if he could place that burden on someone else. The responsibility was too big with too much at stake.

“Sam will always have your back, no matter what. He trusts you, Steve. Sam is just like you. He has the same values. He would honor the Shield and do right by your legacy. Bucky too, but I think we both know he might not be ready for that yet.”

“What if the world won’t let me stop being Captain America?” Steve asked you.

Now it was your turn to let out a sigh. “That isn’t their decision. Steve, you and only you are in charge of your decisions and actions. I know you will always make the right one. I have faith in you. I always have, and I always will.”

You stood up and grabbed the plates to take into the kitchen. Steve watched as you placed the leftover cake back in the fridge and washed the dishes. It was nice, the domesticity of it all. He got up and walked over to you. Turning you around and trapping you between himself and the sink, Steve wrapped his arms around and leaned in to place a soft kiss on your lips.

For a second, you were shocked and unsure of what to do. When Steve began to pull back, you grabbed his face and deepened the kiss. It was not until both needed air that they parted. Steve brushed his thumb against your cheek while he rested his forehead against yours.

“I had to do that before you inevitably leave,” Steve told you.

“I love you, Steve,” You professed to him. “I’ve wanted to tell you that for so long, but it was never the right time, or something got in the way, and fear that you didn’t feel the same way.”

With a smile on his face, Steve went in for another kiss. This time softer and more delicate. When Steve pulled back to look into your eyes, he felt the happiest he had been in years.

“I love you too, Y/N. Does this mean you’re going to stay? At least for a little while longer?” He asked hesitantly.

Letting out a chuckle, you responded, “Yes, I’ll stay for as long as you will have me. Happy belated birthday, Steve.”

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #chris evans

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starbuckie · 5 years ago

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Some Quarantine Lovin’ Chapter Six: When Can I See You Again?

Marvel Highschool!AU

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Obscene amounts of fluff, kissing, swearing, kinda a lot of angst

Description: Bucky Barnes is absolutely, no doubt about it, in love with Y/N L/N. He’s loved her since the day he laid eyes on her in the third grade. He loved her when he had his own girlfriend, and when he was barely friends with her for a whole summer. And of course, in his freshman year, they are now stuck together. In a house. During a worldwide quarantine. This should be fun.

Words: 3,555 words

A/N: We are almost at the end! Jeez, I can’t believe it. Anyways, I don’t have a lot to say, but the little story about Sam missing his final is definitely based off the time in freshman year of highschool when @transparentfestivaltiger came to class late and had to retake her final, which I still bully her about to this day. As always, thank you to my dearest Geena for being my sassy beta, and y’all need to check out her writing(@transparentfestivaltiger). MAKE SURE Y’ALL ARE STAYING SAFE AND SOCIALLY DISTANCING AND WEAR YOUR GODDAMN MASKS PLEASE! enjoy this chapter, loves <3

George Barnes’ funeral took place nine days after his death. It was a small affair consisting of just Y/N’s family, a few of Mr. Barnes’ work friends, the Rogers’ family, and, of course, Bucky and Becca. Bucky gave a small speech, one written about his father’s life and what he had accomplished, but he didn’t speak one word about what events had taken place inside of his family’s house. There was nothing else he had to say about his dad, no words of endearment or love. George was buried at Evergreen Cemetery, and as his father was lowered into the ground, Bucky was finally able to let go of the burden he had felt all his life.

After they finished the ceremony, none of his father’s friends hung around, due to the ongoing quarantine. Steve’s family stayed, saying they had to talk to Y/N’s parents about something. “Hey, guys.” Steve said. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

Bucky sniffled, most of the tears dry on his face and nodded. “Yeah, it has been, pal.”

Y/N stood by his side, baby pink mask covering her face, holding baby Becca. The fifteen-year-old girl couldn’t even imagine how this all felt to the baby. Would she even remember this? She could barely even talk, still letting out little baby gurgles at one year old. As the two boys talked, six feet apart, of course, Y/N wondered what would happen to the Barnes’ siblings. Bucky was only fifteen, he only had a job during the summer, and he needed a legal guardian. He and Becca couldn’t live by themselves yet. Would they go to an orphanage? Or be taken to a family far away? She couldn’t stand that thought. Y/N knew it wasn’t her choice, but she couldn’t help but be a little bit selfish. They needed to be with a family who loved them, who cherished them, and most importantly, that they loved back. “Y/N?”

Bucky’s voice made the girl snap out of her thoughts, and Becca giggled happily and made grabby hands towards her older brother. Y/N envied her innocence. “Hey, Buck,” she said. “Stevie! I haven’t seen you in so long.”

Steve smiled, from what she could tell, under his mask and waved to her. “Yeah, I can’t believe it’s been almost two months. We all need to hang out soon.”

Y/N and Bucky shared looks with each other. Especially because they lived in New York, Y/N’s parents were more conscious than ever of having them going out and hanging around other people. “I can ask my mom and dad, but if we all stay apart I’m sure they’ll agree.” Steve and Bucky nodded together in agreement. “How have you been doing, Steve?”

Sighing, the blonde-haired boy ran a hand through his cropped hair, which had miraculously managed to look the same as the last time she saw him in person. “You know, just been reading and painting a whole lot. Oh, I drew this portrait of Nat! I’ll send it to you.” A few moments after he looked through his phone, Y/N heard her own alert with a message. She readjusted the baby onto her hip, and opening the message, she gasped. Steve had managed to capture Natasha perfectly from a photo she had posted on her Instagram. It was absolutely beautiful, with her red hair looking like a fiery haze and green eyes sparkling. “Jesus, Steve, this is absolutely amazing, it’s so realistic.”

“Let me see, doll.” She handed him the phone and saw his blue eyes widen in awe. “Steve, you really outdid yourself on this one.” His face heated up at the couple’s words. “Aw, you got a little crush, Stevie?” After receiving no response, Bucky pointed at his friend accusingly. “Holy crap, you do!” Steve only managed to nod his head before ducking down in embarrassment.

At this point, Y/N didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t her place to say, but she also didn’t want Steve to get hurt. Natasha had told her and Wanda earlier in the seventh grade that she liked girls, and the two couldn’t be any more proud of their friend. While Wanda did ask Tasha occasionally when she was going to tell the rest of the group, she had a good reason not to. Her parents, while they were kind to her, were closed off to many modern values. Natasha’s mom stayed at home and has taught the red-haired girl that one day she would do the same and take care of her husband and their babies. She felt trapped, and her two best friends completely understood that she wasn’t ready to come out yet.

“How long have you liked her, Steve?” Y/N asked, genuinely curious.

“I think it was when I met you two in third grade, around when Bucky first started crushing on you.” Now that was new information to Y/N. Whipping around her head to look at her boyfriend, she squinted her eyes at Bucky, who seemed to be so very interested in the dirt. Deciding that she would tease him about it later, she turned back to Steve.

“That’s… nice.” Y/N didn’t mean to sound so rude, but it was extremely awkward for her and she didn’t know what else to say. Both of the boys stared at her weirdly for her strange response, and she could feel their eyes burning through her. She felt guilty for not telling Steve before he got hurt, but Natasha needed her, and she was loyal to her. Luckily Steve’s parents had finished talking to the L/N’s so it was time for all three kids to go. “Bye, Stevie, we’ll see you soon, I hope.”

“We can ask the rest of the gang when we work with them. Maybe when we’re out of school and classes are done.” Steve suggested. Bucky took Becca from Y/N’s hold and wrapped an arm around his girlfriend’s waist.

“I’ll talk to you soon, Steve.” The three said their goodbyes, and with a last wave, Steve walked back to his family.

“Are you okay, baby?” Y/N asked. Bucky let out a breath and shut his eyes. The last few tears fell and raced down his face, and with that, Bucky knew he would be okay. He had no clue what was to become of him and his sister, but for now, he was safe and had his girlfriend who loved him very, very much. And that was all he needed for now.

“Yeah,” Bucky let out a small smile, “I really am.” Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder and the two stood in silence, watching over the grassy field.

The lawyer called two days after that. Bucky’s dad had left him in the will, seeming as if there was no one else in their family alive to have the belongings except for those in Romania, who probably had no clue the Barnes siblings even existed. Bucky had to sit in a conference Zoom call with Mr. and Mrs. L/N, his father’s lawyer, and for some odd reason, the Rogers’ parents and their lawyer as well. Y/N sat outside the room, ear to the door, trying to hear what they were all saying, but was sent to her room after her mom opened the door and she fell down.

“Fine then, be that way, mom.” She mumbled on her way to the room. Y/N was trying to be productive while waiting for her boyfriend to return, using this free time to finish her homework for the week, though it was only a Monday. They didn’t have finals, but that just added more to the piles upon piles of homework they were already receiving. Apparently the teachers believed the students had so much more free time, they would be able to finish three packets of Physics in one night. Bullshit.

At some point in the two hours on the call, Becca started to whine so Y/N played with her and watched cartoons on her iPad, while also discovering her interest in “Little Einsteins” on Disney+. “Becca, do you know what song this is?” Of course Becca wouldn't recognize it, but the sweet melody of Mozart reminded the teenager of sitting on the wooden floor of the Barnes’ home as a fourth-grader, and watching in amazement as Bucky’s mother’s fingers drifted across the keys. “Your mama used to play this all the time for me and your big brother when we were younger.” The baby simply just stared at her, bright blue eyes filled with curiosity. Becca didn’t remember her mother, as she had died while giving birth. “She was an amazing person, your mama.” Y/N scooped up the little girl in her arms and cradled her to her chest, regaling stories of Mrs. Barnes. She didn’t even notice until later, but tears had started to trace down her cheeks as she brought back memories.

Suddenly, the door creaked open and Bucky popped his head inside the room, a quiet, but happy smile on his face. “Was that the time in sixth grade when we made that slip and slide in my backyard and got my ma all soaked?” Y/N nodded and chuckled wetly. Bucky, still grinning, walked over to the bed and caressed his girlfriend’s face with his thumbs. “Why are you crying, baby?”

Placing Becca down gently next to her, she slipped into Bucky’s embrace. His hands massaged her shoulders gently, and she could hear his heart beating softly in his chest. “I’m sorry, James, I’m just thinking about your ma too much. She was an absolutely beautiful person.”

“She really was, doll. I miss her a whole damn lot.” Bucky sighed happily and let his chin rest on her head. “But, I’ve got you here with me now, and I’ve got adults who decided to adopt me and Becca who love us, so I’ve got to say that I’m done dwelling on the past and ready for a very happy future.” At the mention of new parents, Y/N’s heart dropped and she snapped her head up to look at him. He was smiling brightly now, and she could not figure out why.

“You’re being adopted?” Y/N asked. She honestly couldn’t tell if her voice was shaking or not, but by the way he rubbed her back more soothingly, she assumed she was. “Are they nice?”

Bucky chuckled at the question, and nodded his head. “They’re very nice, Y/N. I know them personally.” Had her parents adopted him? Well, she was happy that he was in a family that loved him to pieces, but that would mean that she was currently dating her step-brother, which was a slightly disturbing thought to her.

“My parents?” She asked softly.

He shook his head and grinned. “You may now call me James Buchanan Barnes-Rogers.” Y/N’s jaw dropped.

“Are you joking? You and Becca were adopted by Steve’s mom and dad?” Y/N could barely believe it.

“I kid you not, doll, I am now a Rogers.” With a squeal, she pushed forward and kissed him, forcing him to fall on his back on the bed. After a few moments, they both sat up, tears in their eyes. “Okay, I was kidding about the Rogers thing though, me and Bec are keeping our last names, but Steve and I are now legally brothers.”

“That’s why they were talking to my parents for so long the other day?” Y/N inquired. “How is this going to work in quarantine though? Oh, does Steve know? He’s going to be so excited, the two of you are best friends!”

Chuckling at her excitement and endless questions, he cut her off with a chaste, yet nonetheless sweet kiss. “Sarah and Joseph already had a talk with him before we spoke to the lawyers, so I’m going to call him soon. We’ve decided that I’ll stay here for the rest of the quarantine just to stay safe because you know his dad goes out at night to the firm. But we’re selling the house, and all of the money is going to me and Bec’s college funds. That’s pretty much all I know, I was zoning out for most of it.”

Rolling her eyes playfully, Y/N teased, ”Of course you were.” They leaned back together, her head resting on his chest as he ran a hand through her hair. “You’re going to be so happy, James.” Bucky closed his eyes and smiled in peaceful bliss, for what seemed like the first time in forever.

Classes continued that week like normal, as no one else knew about Bucky’s father. That was fine with him, he didn’t need everybody else’s sympathy and there was no need to make it a big deal. It was nearing the end of the year and the exhaustion was continuously catching up to all the students, causing them to fall asleep during their classes and procrastinate on homework. Coffee was inhaled in unhealthy amounts, endless gum wrappers surrounding the wastebasket where Y/N had missed when she and Bucky studied in her room. It was nice to have a regular, scheduled week in contrast to the past one. Well, at least it was normal until Saturday night when two bright headlights shone in through the living room window. Y/N and Bucky weren’t really watching the movie; they had their legs tangled on the couch as they made out, so they didn’t notice Ria’s car pulling into the driveway outside.

“So this is what I get to come home to?” Ria boomed from the doorway. “Two horny-ass teenagers making out on the couch? That’s just fantastic.” Both Bucky and Y/N shot up from their laying down position and stared at the older L/N sibling with wide eyes and kiss-swollen lips. “Jeez, calm down, you both look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Y/N leaped off the couch with absolutely zero grace, and grabbed her sister in a hug. “Oh shit,” she instantly said, “I probably shouldn’t be doing that.”

Ria laughed at her younger sister and ruffled her hair. “Nah, it’s okay, I tested negative, remember?” Y/N had a faint memory of it and nodded, leaning back into her sister for another hug. “Hey, Buck, how are you doing, kid? I’m sorry about your old man.”

“I’m doing okay, Ria, just trying to make it through the rest of this year.” She pulled him into a tight hug and the last part of his sentence was muffled in her hoodie. “I thought you were staying with your boyfriend, what happened?”

“Well, I found out the bastard had cheated on me a few months ago so I dumped his ass, packed up my things, and drove back here.” Bucky and Y/N hummed at her story, knowing that she bounced back from breakups quickly. Ria had had many, many relationships in her twenty years of being alive, and driving four hours back home in a furious haze was one of the least crazy things she had done in the aftermath of a breakup.

“Do you wanna watch ‘Legally Blonde’ with us, Ria?” Y/N asked her sister.

Ria let out a snort and squeezed the two teenagers’ shoulders. “Not if you’re making out like that I don’t. Plus, I gotta check in with mom and dad, I didn’t tell them I was coming. I’ll catch you guys later though.” With that, she picked up her suitcase and left the room. Bucky and Y/N looked at each other and then busted out laughing.

“I don’t care what your sister says, I will make out with you as much as I damn well please.” Bucky said, smirking.

Y/N grinned before bringing Bucky’s face right before hers and licking her lips. “You won’t be hearing any objections from me.” He laughed as she connected their lips again, moving back towards the couch until he was seated, the movie long, long forgotten.

Quarantine was horrible, but with Bucky and her older sister there with her, it made it much more bearable. Now there were three students staying in the house, all doing classes, which made it slightly frustrating and stressful, but she tried to not let it affect her. In the last few remaining weeks of school, Y/N and Bucky worked hard, making sure they had all their assignments turned in and studying for their “quizzes” (aka finals) that would determine the grade they got for the year. It was nearly impossible to fail this semester, the only good thing that came out of the pandemic, but both of them were good students who still actually did the work. Finally, school finished and summer began.

It really changed nothing besides the fact that they were now bored even more often. Y/N wanted to do the Chloe Ting challenge as she had seen on YouTube, but after three days she gave up in exhaustion and forced Bucky to do yoga with her instead, which he ended up enjoying a lot. He and Y/N were bummed out that they wouldn’t be able to continue their extracurriculars, baseball and the play, for that year, but hopefully, the pandemic would end in time for their sophomore year. FaceTime calls between the group became longer just like the days, sometimes stretching to seven or eight hours. They spent a month trying to convince their parents to let them hang out, with promises of social distancing and masks. After much pestering, they were all finally allowed to meet up for Steve’s fifteenth birthday.

Bucky and Y/N walked hand in hand to the Brooklyn Bridge Park. Y/N had gotten Steve a new set of acrylic paints and a set of charcoal pencils, and Bucky had gotten him a baseball signed by the Yankees that he had kept since he met them in a bar with his dad the year before. “Where do you think they are? Sam said he was coming late.” Bucky said.

Y/N snorted. “The dumbass probably slept in like he did the day of his oral Spanish test.” Both of them quietly chuckled at that until they saw the familiar shock of red curly hair gesturing wildly at them. “And there’s Ms. Natasha Romanoff. HEY GUYS!”

Steve, Wanda, and Natasha all turned around to the couple and though they were all wearing masks, Bucky knew they were smiling underneath. Y/N let go of his hand and ran towards her friends at an alarming speed. “I’ve missed you guys so fucking much- oh shit.” Her foot got caught in the grass, sending her tumbling to the ground. “Oomph.” Natasha rolled her eyes, knowing her friend’s clumsy self, and Bucky once again came to her rescue as her knight in shining armor.

“You okay, baby?” He asked.

“Never been better.” She quickly pecked his cheek, and connecting their hands again, they walked over to their friends. “Happy birthday, Stevie! You’re officially a grandpa now.” She and Bucky placed their presents on the picnic table and sat in the circle their friends had made, six feet apart obviously.

“Thanks, Y/N, it’s great to see you and Buck again.” Bucky sat next to Steve, and the two of them made conversation as Y/N turned to Wanda and Natasha.

“Ugh, you and Bucky are so cute it makes me want to puke.” Natasha jabbed playfully. “You make all us single people feel bad.”

“I can’t tell if that was a compliment or an insult, but I’ll take it either way.” Y/N grinned. “But Nat, I need to tell you something; Steve has a crush on you.” Natasha just sighed.

“I know he does, so I’m actually planning on telling the whole group tomorrow. Steve’ll be able to get over it, he’s also been texting Peggy Carter in our class.” Wanda nodded her head in agreement.

“I’m really proud of you, Tasha,” Wanda whispered, “We all are.”

“Thank you, Wands.” The redhead took a deep breath and let it go. “Thank you, both, for being so supportive of me these past two years, but I think I’m ready to come out. I’m not going to let anything stop me from being who I am, or loving who I want to love.”

“We are so, so proud of you, Tasha.” Y/N said. “Damn your parents if they don’t accept you.” Natasha chuckled, a tear falling out of her eye. “I really want to give you a hug right now but I can’t, goddamn it.”

“HEY LOSERS, DID YOU MISS ME?” Sam yelled. A loud groan escaped Bucky, causing chuckles to rise from the rest of the group. “Happy birthday, o wise one, you’re the last one of us to turn fifteen.” He placed his bag on the table and came to sit on the ground.

“How’ve you been, Sam?” Wanda asked. And just like that, they were back. Maybe it was just for a few hours, but at least in that time they could forget what was going on in the real world. Sitting in the grass, eating their lunches, laughs filling the warm summer air, Y/N and Bucky were content with just being there.

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