#and Sam demanded that Steve and Bucky both try to break it

[marvel-lous-guy]

Bucky: Peter is so small

Clint: come on, give the kid a break

Sam: yeah, he just hasn't had his growth spurt yet

Peter: Hey! I've had enough, I won't stand for this anymore! *slams fists on the table* ...ow

[navybrat817]

The Dad Diaries: Grief

Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky explains grief to Jamie as best as he can when you need a minute to yourself. Word Count: Over 1.2k Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, touch of fluff, grief, loss of a friend, reflecting, talk of death, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning and a dad, okay?). A/N: Another part to the The Dad Diaries . Hope you lovelies enjoy. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky could hear your cries before he reached the bedroom, the sound causing a lump to form in his throat. He could picture you hastily wiping at your face when he knocked. You were in pain and it hurt him to know you were hurting. The worst part was that it wasn’t the kind of pain he could fix by patching it up. It was the kind of hurt that lingered beneath the surface before it clawed its way out.

Grief.

“Do you need anything, doll?” He asked.

“Just give me a minute, please!” You called out, your voice close to sounding like your normal self. You were trying your best to be strong when what you needed was a moment to break. People didn’t realize the weight of the things they carried until they buckled under them.

And you didn’t need to be strong all the time.

“Mama?” Jamie asked, reaching a hand out toward the door.

Bucky kissed the top of his head. “Mama needs a minute,” he whispered before he held him against his chest. He hoped his smell and steady heart beat soothed him. “She’ll snuggle up with you soon, okay?”

If anything could make you feel better apart from being in his arms, it was having your son nuzzle against you.

Jamie made a small sound, his lower lip trembling. “Mama,” he said again.

Bucky didn’t take it to heart that his son wanted you. He understood that there were days when he’d want his dad and other days he’d want his mom and times when he’d want both of you. If anything, he felt proud that his son wanted to go to you. Maybe he sensed that you needed support and love.

“I know you want your mama,” he said, carrying him back to the living room. “But you are stuck with me for another minute.”

Jamie moved his head, his eyes set in a stubborn stare. He looked so much like you at that moment, demanding with a look to know what was the matter and how to fix it. What could he say?

“Jamie, you know how you have your Uncle Steve and Uncle Sam and Aunt Nat and everyone else?” He asked, a sad smile touching his lips at the happy look in his little boy’s eyes at the mention of his friends. He wanted his child to hold onto that innocence for as long as he could. “Well, your mama had a friend who was going to be like an aunt to you, too.”

Was. Past tense. Because your friend recently passed away. You wondered if she knew how important she was to you. If she knew how she impacted your life. She was too young in your eyes to go. Still had so many things she wanted to do. While death is fair in that it comes for everyone, it doesn’t always feel fair when someone you care for is taken away too soon.

The one thing you were thankful for was that she was no longer in pain.

“Mama’s friend, your aunt, isn’t here anymore. She misses her and she’s sad that she’s gone.”

“Mama sad?” Jamie repeated, his eyes wide.

“Yeah, Nugget. She’s very sad. Grieving. And grief is… so many things,” Bucky explained, swallowing a bit as he felt a crack in his heart. “It’s loss and mourning. It’s love that you carry inside and it no longer has a place to go.”

Jamie gazed at him, soaking up every word. His son was too young to hear something like this. Too precious. But if life taught him anything, it’s that it was too short and there was no guarantee of tomorrow.

“Some days the grief comes out of nowhere. You never really know when it’ll happen or why. You may hear a song you’ve heard dozens of times before or catch a scent of something familiar and it triggers a memory or feeling,” he told him, kissing his forehead again because he needed to ground himself. “You think you’re fine and then you fall apart.”

That was exactly what had happened a few minutes prior. You were smiling one moment as the three of you sat in the living room and the next you burst into tears before you rushed out. Bucky wished like hell he could’ve manifested your sadness into something tangible so he could snuff it out. It wasn’t his battle to fight, but he could be by your side to wipe the tears away if you let him. Or whisper words of care. Or to say nothing at all. Some didn’t always want to hear words of comfort or hope when they just needed to feel.

He would be there to give you whatever you needed or asked for.

“It’s okay to feel those feelings, Jamie. I get sad, too. There’s no timeline for healing or grieving. It takes as long as it takes. And we’re lucky in a way to feel things so strongly,” he told him. You were always understanding and patient on his off days. He more than lucked out by having you as his wife. “You know what your Uncle Vis says grief is? That it’s love persevering,” he added, bouncing him a bit to make him smile. It put a smile on his face, too. “And your mama has so much love to give.”

“So do you.”

Bucky looked toward the doorway where you stood. Bloodshot and puffy eyes, but with a small smile on your beautiful face. He wanted to hold you and remind you that you weren’t alone. “Hey,” he said as Jamie reached for you. “I think he wants to cheer you up.”

“Is that right? Well, I think a snuggle with my boys is just the thing I need,” you said as you took a seat beside Bucky and took Jamie into your arms. “Sorry I rushed off like that.”

“Don’t be,” Bucky whispered. He had plenty of moments where he needed to step away and compose himself when his thoughts got too loud. “We just want you to be okay,” he added, kissing your temple before Jamie grabbed your face.

“Mama no sad,” he said, forcing your cheeks up in a smile. The sight almost brought tears to Bucky’s eyes because it was so simple and heartfelt. “No sad.”

You giggled, a soft sound, before it erupted into full blown laughter. It soothed the crack he felt earlier in his heart. The room felt brighter, especially when Jamie joined in with the laughter. “Not sad, Nugget,” you assured him before you looked at your husband, love shining through like always. “Not anymore.”

The grief from your loss would come again in waves. Just like the days Bucky mourned the parts of his life he lost and couldn’t get back. Some days were harder than others, especially when regret and “what if’s” came to mind, but the important thing was that neither of you allowed yourselves to live alone or lose yourselves in grief. Not when there was so much to be thankful for.

You felt what you needed to feel. You asked for help and leaned on each other. And you carried on together.

Because what is grief, if not love persevering?

I lost more than one loved one recently and writing this helped me process some of the loss. We all need someone like Bucky. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[girlkisser13]

about you

"do you think i have forgotten?" "do you know think i have forgotten about you?"

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings/tags: angst with a hint of fluff at the end. set in tfatws. the reader refers to bucky as james.

summary: you reunite with the love of your life.

in the heart of brooklyn, under the soft glow of streetlights, you and your fiancée, james buchanan barnes, shared what would become your final night together. the air was thick with the unspoken fear of the unknown, the looming threat of war, and the desperation of a love that had yet to fully blossom. you clutched his hand tightly, your engagement ring glinting faintly in the darkness, a symbol of a future you both hoped to see.

"promise me you'll come back, james," you whispered, your voice trembling.

he smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "i promise. i'll always come back to you."

your goodbye was marked by a kiss, full of longing and fear, sealing a promise that fate would soon break.

your story took a darker turn shortly after his departure. selected for the super-soldier serum experiments, you underwent the same harrowing transformation as steve rogers, albeit with an added layer of peril.

the government was eager to see how the serum affected women, and you became their prime subject. the serum coursed through your veins, granting you strength and agility but also a burden you hadn't anticipated.

when steve plunged into the icy depths, you were there, fighting by his side until the end. you were frozen alongside him, your life suspended in the cold embrace of time. decades passed before you were discovered, thawed out much later than steve, only to find that the world you knew was gone and the man you loved was presumed dead.

years blurred together as you tried to find your place in a world that had moved on without you. you worked alongside steve, fighting new battles while mourning the loss of your past life. the pain of losing the love of your life never dulled, a constant ache in your heart.

when steve found out he was alive, it was like a jolt to your system. the news was almost too much to bear, a mixture of hope and dread.

"james?" you whispered, your heart pounding.

steve looked at you, his eyes filled with sympathy. "he's alive, but he's not the same."

your world tilted as you absorbed the news. you had to see him, to know for sure.

when you finally found him, the man you loved was a shadow of his former self. broken, haunted, and unrecognizable.

"don't tell her, steve," he pleaded, his voice raw with desperation. "i don’t want her to see me like this."

"it's too late," you said, stepping out from behind steve. your voice was steady, but your heart was breaking.

his eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of the man you had loved. "james," you whispered, your voice trembling.

his breath hitched at the sound of his name, but then his face hardened. "you shouldn't be here," he said, turning away.

you reached out to touch him, but he flinched, stepping back. "james, please..."

"i'm not the man you remember," he said, his voice filled with pain. "i don’t want you here."

with those words, he walked away, leaving you standing there, your heart shattered into pieces. years had passed since that painful encounter, but the memory still haunted you. you had thrown yourself into your work, trying to forget, but he was always there, a ghost in your thoughts.

when sam called you for backup, you didn't hesitate. you were a soldier, and you knew how to bury your emotions when the mission demanded it. but as you made your way up to zemo's apartment, you couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in your stomach.

stepping into the room, your eyes immediately locked onto his. his breath hitched at the sight of you, but you didn't acknowledge him, focusing instead on sam and zemo. the four of you discussed the game plan, the tension in the room palpable.

as you all geared up, he pulled sam aside. "why didn't you tell me she was coming?"

sam shrugged, giving him a knowing look. "i figured it was time you two talked. she's all you ever talk about anyway."

he glanced at you, your eyes meeting briefly before you quickly looked away. his heart ached at the distance between the two of you, a distance that seemed insurmountable.

this unspoken chasm seemed to vanish, though, when the fight with the flag smashers erupted. the fight was intense, the chaos of battle a familiar comfort. you moved with the grace and precision of a trained warrior, your super-soldier abilities making you a formidable opponent. but you could feel his eyes on you, always watching, always worrying.

at one point, someone came at you with a gun from behind. seeing the danger, he rushed over and knocked the attacker unconscious.

"james, i can take care of myself!" you snapped at him, your irritation clear.

"i know, but i just worry about you," he replied, his voice soft, almost pleading.

you scoffed, your eyes narrowing. "you didn't seem to care about me when we last saw each other. why do you suddenly care now?"

he opened his mouth to respond, but you had already turned away, your heart aching with the weight of your unresolved past.

after the battle, he found you leaning against a wall, catching your breath. he approached slowly, his steps hesitant. "y/n, can we talk? please?"

you looked at him, your eyes guarded. "you have five minutes."

he took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "i'm so sorry for how i treated you. i was lost, and i didn't want you to see me like that."

"when steve told me you were alive, i was terrified you wouldn't remember me. that you wouldn’t remember us," you said, your voice trembling with emotion.

he reached out, taking your hands gently in his. "do you really think i could ever forget you? the thought of seeing you again was the only thing that kept me going when i was being brainwashed. i kept imagining our wedding, our life together."

tears welled up in your eyes as you listened. "i did the same thing."

"i always hoped i would find my way back to you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

"then why did you leave me?" you asked, your voice breaking. "if you loved me as much as i loved you?"

he looked down, shame flooding his eyes. "i wanted to find the man you fell in love with. that's why i went to wakanda. i needed to be better for you."

you shook your head, tears streaming down your face. "you could have asked me to come with you. or at least said goodbye. do i really mean that little to you?"

"no!" he said vehemently, his grip on your hands tightening. "you mean everything to me. i was just... i was afraid. i didn't want you to see me like that, to see how broken i was."

he dropped to his knees, still holding your hands. "i’m on my hands and knees y/n. just like i was when i asked you to marry me. please, give me another chance."

a tearful laugh escaped you, and you pulled him up, looking into his eyes. "i forgive you, james."

he cupped your face, leaning in to kiss you passionately. when you broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours. "god, i've missed you."

you laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears. "i've missed the sound of your laugh."

his eyes closed in a dazed smile as you touched his face. "i missed your eyes."

he opened his eyes at your words, the warmth of your touch making him smile.

he kissed you again, the world fading around the two of you. but just as you were lost in each other, a familiar voice interrupted your moment.

"hey lovebirds, we've got work to do," sam called out, smirking.

you broke apart, smiles on your faces. he took your hand, squeezing it gently. "we'll finish this later."

you nodded, "yes, we will."

as the two of you regrouped with sam and zemo, the weight of your past began to lift, replaced by the promise of a future you could finally begin to build together. he couldn't stop looking at you, his heart full for the first time in decades.

"are you okay?" sam asked, his voice low enough for only him to hear.

he nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "yeah, i think I will be."

the battle wasn't over, but the both you had already won something more important. you had found your way back to each other again. and together, you could face anything.

last that night, after the dust had settled and your enemies were subdued, the two of you found a quiet corner away from prying eyes.

"i can't believe you're really here," he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

you smiled, leaning into his touch. "i'm here, james. and i'm not going anywhere."

he pulled her into his arms, holding you close. "i love you. i’ve never stopped loving you."

"i love you too," you whispered, your voice full of emotion.

you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, knowing that the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but at least you would face it together.

"james," you whispered, the name rolling off your tongue like a prayer.

you were the only one who still called him james, a name that reminded him of a simpler time, of the man he used to be. he closed his eyes, savoring the sound. "i love it when you call me that."

you smiled, resting your head against his chest. "you'll always be james to me."

he held you tighter, his heart swelling with love. "and you'll always be my everything."

in that moment, surrounded by the chaos of a world that had changed so much, the two of you found solace in each other, your love a beacon guiding the both of you through the darkness. and as you stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, you knew that no matter what came next, the two of you would face it together, just as you always had.

[propheticbride]

Smile for the Camera

𐙚 Steve Rogers has taken freshly initiated baby frat brother, Peter, under his wing. And what better way to help break the boy in than Steve allowing him to help record a sex tape with his two partners?

𐙚 Steve Rogers x Reader x Natasha Romanoff/Peter Parker x Reader (tw: straight porn)

Peter Parker had miraculously been the only one to pass the seven days of hell within the Avengers frat house. Everyday a challenge was given to the boys who wished to pledge, every one harder than the next.

Not only had Peter outshined all of the boys, but he had impressed Bucky, an almost impossible feat. So when they had taken the boy, along with two other boys, in the middle of the woods and ordered them to down a 60oz and dive naked into the lake, and swim across and come back without puking, Peter had stood there, in full nude, smiling with the question.

‘I'm in right?’ despite shaking to death from the cold, he was grinning.

Steve, being the only one in the house from Peter’s high school, agreed to take him under his wing. It was either him, or Brock, but Peter happily agreed for Steve after looking the straight faced man up and down. Brock scared him.

Peter had come freshly from high school, on a fancy ass scholarship nonetheless. A bit naive, but smart as a whip that caught on quickly without needing to be told twice.

Steve and him got along quite well, and found several things in common. However, Steve found one thing odd about the boy.

It was no secret that the frat was a sex factory, even those with members that had girlfriends. So when Peter had accidentally walked in on you, and Natasha giving your boyfriend a blowjob, he admitted days later (when he could actually face Steve) that he was a virgin. Too caught up in his grades and dancing that girls and dating hadn't even crossed his mind.

That's when Steve got the idea. Albeit, when he was very drunk, bar hopping with Bucky.

Now Steve wasn't a sick guy, but when you have a sexy-confident woman as your girlfriend, along with having an adorable subby baby as your other girlfriend, things get pretty interesting inside his head.

Natasha needed to be convinced more than you did, her mostly being protective of you.

“I don't want her being exploited by your asshole friends. You already see how Brock and Jack look at her. How Bucky and Sam try to tell her dirty jokes when I walk away for a second.” Natasha had pouted. “I don't want them seeing my baby in such a vulnerable way.”

Now Steve wasn't submissive, him and Natasha both being equal doms in bed, but Steve had come to learn that it was true what they said. Women are wiser. And Natasha did own most of the brain cells, even in big bad dom mode, she was always reasonable.

Those times when Steve wanted to overstimulate you, Natasha would tell him you were already at your limit.

So when he discovered that his new baby frat brother was a virgin, his wheels began to turn. And after a long conversation with Natasha and you (mostly the redhead’s overprotective ass) he had the perfect idea in mind.

He spoiled Peter with breakfast, then lunch, and then promised him dinner after his 'present’. Peter was confused.

“You don't have to get me anything.”

“Oh I know that.” Steve nods.

When Steve opened the door to the frat and locked it, he instantly heard your sighs of pleasure. When Peter followed Steve up the stairs, Steve stopped him and requested he get the camera and stand from the main closet.

“What's that moaning?” Peter is visibly nervous when he asks.

“Left some porn on. Just get it.” Steve demands.

Peter nods and goes to fetch it. However, the sighs never stopped.

After his frat brother disappears upstairs, Peter sighs and claims the camera, quickly heading back up the stairs as the moans grow louder. Who leaves porn on?

He opens the door, without knocking, and nearly drops the camera when he sees the sight in front of him.

Peter had first met you a couple nights ago, when Steve introduced you and Natasha as his girlfriends. Peter struggled to comprehend the dynamic. Natasha hadn't been the warmest to him, but to be fair he watched her to be cold and distant to every other frat member, not excited that her girlfriend was being lusted after. Steve didn't seem to care, having his complete trust they won't ever attempt to try at anything, all having their own girlfriends and lovers at their beck and call.

But now you lay on the bed, your hands fisting the sheets while Natasha eats you out, her tongue focused on your clit while her two fingers plunged in and out of you.

Steve stands against the window, leaning back and looking at him with a grin. “You gonna set up the camera?”

“Y-Yeah.” Peter hesitates, quickly setting everything up.

“Puppy, how does that feel?” Steve asks you.

“Really really good daddy!” you cry.

“Yeah? Mommy’s tongue feels really good huh?”

“Yeah!”

Natasha pulls her fingers out and places both of her hands on your hips, immediately latching onto your clit and sucking it.

You cry and grind against her face, which she happily allows, beginning to moan to add vibrations to you.

“Steve Steve Steve-”

“I'm not pleasing you baby.” he informs you.

“Natasha. Mommy!” you cry.

Natasha begins to lick you out wildly, until you begin to shake and tears stream your face. You cum with a scream, and silently whimper as Natasha licks you completely clean.

Natasha pulls away from your cunt, licking her lips and giving you her fingers to suck.

You happily take them in your mouth, holding her wrist, and sucking them completely clean.

Natasha was wearing a deep red cami set, while you donned, or was once donning, a soft baby pink cami dress that was pushed up to your breasts, your panties completely gone, giving Peter a good view of your cunt. It made him turn red in the face almost immediately.

“Peter…right?” she asks, with an uninviting tone.

Peter nods, eager to please her for some reason. He then shifts his weight, feeling his boner getting bothersome.

“Steve?” Natasha asks. “Is he just going to stand there?”

“No. He's going to be a good boy and behave. Aren't you?” Steve asks him.

He nods again.

“Use your words.” she snarks.

“Y-Yeah.”

Natasha hms in approval, then stands up and pulls his arm closer. “You can touch her. But no kisses, or fingering. Or putting your mouth on her. Just touch her.”

Natasha then shoves him onto the bed.

Peter would be lying if he said he didn't find you attractive. Even at the most recent frat party, the night you were introduced, with you and Natasha kissing and her grinding you against her. Or the time you got up on the tables and danced ‘Can't Take My Eyes Off You’ drunkenly with Bucky’s girlfriend (in an appropriate way.)

And now, you were lying there looking at him with lust in your eyes, cunt on display, and spit gleaming around your mouth.

You whine.

“What's wrong baby?” Natasha beats Steve to it.

“Wanna feel good again.” you admit.

“Greedy girl. Natasha just made you feel good.” Steve shakes his head.

“I haven't even gotten to cum.” Natasha pouts.

Peter feels almost as if he's intruding on this moment. It feels sexual of course, but so intimate. Yeah. Steve and Natasha are your doms, but also your caring significant others who would do anything for you and each other. He stays quiet.

“Hmmm.” Natasha comes to your side, allowing you to roll over and meet her face. You exchange small kisses against each other, so loving, so soft. “I'm gonna ride your face. Daddy is gonna fuck you, and Peter is gonna rub your pretty clit. Make mommy cum and she'll be so happy.”

You nod and roll onto your back, making grabby hands as she pulls her flimsy shorts down, arousal evident on her panties.

Steve begins to undress as well, taking his dick out and giving it a few pumps.

He then looks at the younger boy, “You can undress too.”

Peter nods and begins to shed his clothes.

“Hey.” Natasha stops him. “Look, you seem like a good kid but I don't want to see you naked, and I don't think baby should either.”

“Alright. Just your boxers Petey.” Steve nods.

He nods, and follows Steve orders, removing all but his boxers.

Natasha settles over you, and before she's even ready, you immediately pull her down and hold her thighs. Natasha moans, a throaty and desperate whine that goes straight to Peter’s growing hard-on.

He couldn't get harder than he was at that moment.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Natasha cries. “You feel so good puppy oh god!”

“Feel good mommy?” Steve leans into a kiss Natasha.

She leans into it. She pulls back breathless, “So good daddy. Our puppy’s mouth is so so good.”

She begins to grind, you happily flattening your tongue and holding her down as she rocked.

Peter gets lost, watching it unfold. Sure he watched porn, but nothing was like this.

Steve quickly moved and slammed into you, catching him off guard.

“Go ahead and touch her Petey.” Steve instructs.

He nods, and quickly brings himself to the side of the bed, leaning against the soft fabric, hand immediately attaching to your cunt while he begins to run circles into your clit. You whine against Natasha, which causes her to pant and moan more at the sensation.

“Fuck. Daddy, she feels so good.” she cries.

“I bet mommy, puppy takes so good care of her doms doesn't she?” Steve rocks into you, not paying any attention to Peter anymore.

“She's the best girl. She's my favorite girl.” Natasha coos, pushing some hair out of your face as you suck and lick her.

Natasha begins to shake, rock and whimper fast. She cums with a slight squeal, as she rubs and pulls at her nipple to help her truly finish.

“Puppy let mommy up.”

You quickly shake your head and begin to lick up her arousal.

“Puppy I mean it.” she warns.

You hold onto her harder.

Steve laughs slightly, you never challenge him, but thanks to Natasha’s spoiling you, you tend to be bratty towards her.

“If mommy cums again, I'll spank your ass red. We have a guest over, you want to misbehave?” Natasha asks.

That quickly makes you release her, and she stands up once more.

“Rub her clit harder Peter.” she frowns at his fragile touch on you.

“S-Sorry.”

Steve laughs again, shooing him away before folding your legs up to your chest and begins to pound into you at a faster speed.

“Steve please!” you squeal.

“S-She's kinda loud…w-won't the other guys hear?” Peter swallows, not taking his eyes off your form for a second.

“Oh they hear. Her little fans are probably jacking it.” Natasha rolls her eyes, pulling her panties back on. She trails back to the camera and zooms in a little.

Steve cums inside you with heavy pants and a throaty fuck.

Natasha turns the camera off and closes it.

“Baby. Say goodbye to your guest.” she smiles.

“He's rock hard puppy.” Steve laughs, pulling out and reaching for his boxers.

You reach out and palm him through his boxers, he slowly rocks up against you.

“Fuck.” he swears in a low voice.

Steve and Natasha don't say anything, they know you love to please. Love, to please.

Like that one time when Bucky’s ex cheated on him, Steve had been able to convince Nataha to allow you to cheer him up, grinding against him with just your undergarments on, making him cum.

You quickly sped up, and Peter began to rock into your palm and you gave him a sly smile.

“Does it feel good?” you mumble to him.

He nods, you haven't spoken to him yet, and now you have. He was too dizzy.

“Yeah. Really good puppy-”

“You don't call her that.” Natasha hisses from behind them. “Steve tell him.”

“Nickname is sacred Petey.” Steve warns.

“S-Sorry.”

Peter cums with a high moan within his boxers, and you touch him through it.

“E-Enough. P-Please.” he begs.

“M’sorry.” you retract your hand.

A clapping of hands causes him to jump.

“Time to go Peter.” Natasha is opening the door and tapping her nails against it, a bit annoyed. “Baby needs a bath and then it's her nap time.”

“She gets grumpy. Both of them do.” Steve says the last sentence just to him. “C’mon, I'll see you out. I think Pietro is home from hockey practice. You share a room, yeah?”

Peter collects his clothes and is walked out by Steve, “Welcome to the frat house bro, lemme know when you want dinner and we'll go. On me.”

The door shuts, leaving Peter standing there, cum in his boxers, and his mind attempting to process what just happened.

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

14: CRICKET & BUCKY

Previous chapter < MASTERLIST

Bucky plans your first date, but it doesn't quite go according to plan.

Word count 5.2k

Warnings: first dates, explicit sexual content, Bucky Barnes ... still a warning

It was strange, waking up in a room far away from everyone you knew and loved. It's not that you lived that far from your friends, it's just that it felt like a chasm. But this had been your choice. May made you feel very welcome at the Academy and you got to work with kids who had powers from a young age, helping them to understand their physiology and giving them the opportunity to explore what they were capable of in a controlled environment. Needless to say, you loved it.

Bucky had been very attentive to you, bringing you food and keeping you company, driving you to your physical therapy. You had gotten the impression from Sam that he refused every mission that Tony and Steve asked him to take part in. The other Avengers all visited but they had their own lives and work to attend to, but you saw Bucky every day. As you regained your strength, he accompanied you on your daily walks to maintain some baseline level of fitness. Sometimes you were bold enough to hold his hand while you walked. And he would always leave you with such intimate kisses. To your frustration, they never seemed to progress to anything more than a goodbye and you were beginning to wonder if he would ever want anything more.

One day, the two of you were hanging out in the middle of the day, watching a movie, cuddling on your couch. You'd recovered well and been assessed by the S.H.I.E.L.D. medical teams and deemed fit for any duty you wished to carry out.

Even though you'd been cleared and gone back to work, Bucky insisted on helping you out with everything and frankly, it was grating on your nerves. You were certainly not made of glass and he was treating you like you might break at any second. Luckily for you, Steve was ever the loyal friend, even if he had no idea what he was doing. He descended on your new abode demanding Bucky's participation on a mission which clearly would benefit from his expertise.

“Come on, Bucky. This is important.”

“Then you do it,” Bucky replied sullenly. “I’m staying here with Cricket.”

“Oh for crying out loud, Buck!” you exploded. “Are you shitting me right now?”

Bucky and Steve froze with surprise, both their blue eyes wide and staring at you.

“Just go!” you pointed your hand at the door. “Help Steve.”

A flash of uncertainty and hurt flickered across his face. It disappeared so fast that you wondered if you had imagined it. Bucky shuffled forward to the edge of the couch seat from his place beside you. “Will you be okay?”

“I’m perfectly fine, Bucky.”

“You want me to go?” he asked, quietly, avoiding your gaze.

“Bucky… I want… I need you to understand what I’m not… going to break. I’m okay, Buck.” You sat forwards too and put your hand to his face. “Thank you for taking care of me, but I don’t need that now.”

“You’ve always been the one to take care of me, I just…”

“And I love you for that, Buck. But you need to go, do the things you need to do. Help your friends, your teammates. They need you more than I do right now.”

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" Bucky asked, a playful smirk on his face as he leaned in closer to you.

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the fluttering in your stomach at his proximity. You moved off the couch and slid into Bucky’s lap, your face barely an inch from his. "No, I just think you should go with Steve to work today."

Bucky pouted, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "But I'd much rather spend the day with you, darling."

You couldn't help but blush at his words. Bucky had been your best friend for such a long time now but for the first time since you’d confessed your feelings there was a tension in the air, a feeling that something more was brewing beneath the surface.

You cleared your throat, looking over at Steve and trying to push down the butterflies in your stomach. "We both know that it’s time for you to go back to work."

It was cute how uncomfortable it was for Steve, being present for this conversation between you, seeing Bucky flirting so shamelessly with you.

Bucky's smile faltered slightly, but he quickly recovered, his charm back in full force. "Of course, Cricket.”

You shook your head, trying to ignore the way your heart was racing in your chest. "I think it's best if you go with Steve."

Bucky sighed dramatically, but he finally relented. "Fine, fine. I'll go with Steve. But only because you asked so nicely. But I'll be back as soon as I can."

“You promise?”

Bucky's eyes softened as he looked at you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "Promise."

You smiled, feeling a rush of warmth in your chest. "I'll be waiting for you."

“When I’m back, maybe I could take you out on a date? A real date?”

Your face broke out in a huge smile. “I’d like that.”

As Bucky leaned in to kiss you goodbye, the world seemed to fade away. His lips were soft and inviting, and his touch sent shivers down your spine. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him as if he never wanted to let you go. The kiss wasn’t just a sweet chaste peck on the lips, no, it was deep and passionate, filled with a longing that had been building between the two of you for what felt like an eternity. It was as if all the unspoken words and hidden desires were finally being released in that one moment of connection. And then all of a sudden he was gone, as though looking at you would somehow stop him from leaving. You waved at a grinning Steve who followed Bucky down the corridor. Who knew that all it took for things to move forwards was to get Bucky to leave?

The second you closed the door behind them, everything felt quiet, too quiet. Your space which had felt slightly cramped when Bucky was with you suddenly felt empty and cold without his comforting presence. You retreated to the comfort of your couch, wrapping the throw blanket you had been sharing with Bucky around you, breathing in his scent, the traces of his cologne clung to the soft material. Picking up your phone, you sent him a text.

>>>> Miss you already. Come home soon. xx

His response was almost instantaneous, as though he was holding his phone when you sent the message.

Bucky << Miss you too. Make sure you’re ready for our date when I get back. It’s going to be as special as you. Love you. xx

>>>> Love you too, Bucky.

*

Bucky texted you every chance he got. He had even tried a video chat, only to have Steve snatch his phone away. You caught the Captain glaring at his friend before giving you an apologetic glance and cutting the call. He apologized with his own message to you later, as had Bucky, calling Steve a few impolite names. As the day of Bucky’s return came closer, he messaged you with a time and date for you to prepare for.

When the day finally arrived, you were a nervous wreck. You called Nat and Wanda, desperately begging for their help in choosing your attire. It didn’t help that they spent two hours bickering over what pair of heels would make you look the sexiest. It was only when you took a swig of wine directly from the bottle, did they take their leave, along with access to the liquor. You spent the next two hours alone waiting for Bucky to arrive. He texted you the moment they landed the quinjet and the progress he was making towards making it to your date.

Bucky >> Just landed, Cricket.

Bucky >> Heading to the shower. Don’t want to turn up without. You wouldn’t like it.

Bucky >> Sam says I should wear a jacket, I’m not sure it fits.

Bucky >> Steve agrees. Jacket is a must. I hope you like it.

Bucky >> Tony said if I drive my bike, he will have Friday lockdown the garage.

>>>> Probably best you didn’t, not sure I’ll be able to get on the bike in what I’m wearing.

Bucky >> What’re you wearing?

>>>> Come over and see for yourself.

Bucky >> Soon darling. Nat’s making me change, she says you’ll like this more.

Bucky >> On my way!

You dropped your phone running to the mirror to touch up your makeup and check your hair. It wouldn’t take Bucky long to drive to your apartment. You had been looking forward to this night for a while now and you knew that you and Bucky would have an amazing time. You slipped out of your robe and into the flared dress that Wanda and Nat had settled on. It fitted you like a glove, highlighting all the right curves. The perfect date night ensemble!

You jumped at a knock on the door. As you went to answer the door, you found yourself in a state of butterflies. You hadn't seen him since he left for the mission and every fiber of your being was eager to reunite with him. He was going to take you out and you decided to look your best. And when you opened the door you were blown away by what you saw on the other side. Bucky was standing there in his finest, looking like the hottest guy you had ever seen; dark jeans, a slim fit black shirt with white dots and his favorite leather jacket. You made a mental note to thank Nat for his wardrobe choices.

“Hi,” you greeted him, breathlessly.

“Hey…” He grinned, taking in your appearance, how beautiful you looked. "Ready?”

You blushed under his gaze, accepting the pink rose and lily bouquet he held out to you, swooning over his old fashioned ways. “Thank you, they’re gorgeous.”

“Not as gorgeous as you.”

“Have you always been so charming?”

“Yeah, you just never noticed.” As he spoke, Bucky moved closer and closer towards you. He was only inches away from your face, when he asked, “Ready?”

His body was pressed against yours, his warmth enveloping you in a comforting embrace. Bucky kissed you deeply, his mouth soft yet full, his hands sliding down to wrap around your waist. The taste of his lips was like sweet nectar, intoxicating and addictive. You found yourself melting into his touch, losing yourself in the sensation of being wanted and loved. As the kiss continued, neither of you wanted it to end. It was a moment of pure bliss, a moment where time stood still and all that mattered was the love that you shared. Bucky held you close, his embrace strong and reassuring. It was as if the kiss had been building up inside both of you for a long time, neither one wanting to let it end.

As Bucky pulled away eventually and you laughed, throwing hands up in celebration. “I win!”

Bucky chortled at your response. “Cricket, I don't think you understand. I win every time you look at me, every time you smile, every day that you're beside me is the best day. There will never be a time where you aren’t the most perfect thing in my life. You’re my everything.”

How could you not kiss him again after hearing those words? So you did, desperately, the flowers crushed between your bodies, as yours throbbed with the passion you felt for him in that moment. His arms wrapped around your back, pulling you into him, your mouths pressed together as his energy met yours. The feeling of you against him sent a wave of heat through his body. He held you tight against him, unable to resist the temptation. Your lips were soft and he craved them, the two of you caught up in the long awaited moment.

Taking the lead, you tugged at the collars of his jacket, drawing him into your apartment and fumbled to close the door. Bucky tapped it shut with his foot, lifting you into his arms and letting you drape your legs around his waist. Your arms snaked around his neck, still clutching the floral arrangement. With the door closed, he was far less restrained, his mouth left yours, tracing your neck as his lips played with your soft skin. His hands caressed your back softly, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

“Bucky,” you moaned.

He smiled at you as your fingers twisted into his hair. He couldn't help but get lost in you so he leaned forwards, his mouth searching for yours. It took only a second for his hand to start exploring your body, letting his fingers roam freely to feel every inch of your soft and supple skin. They trailed down your back and his voice was a husky whisper as he broke from the kiss. “God, I've missed you.”

“I missed you too. Forget what I said, don't go away again.”

“Then let's make up for all the time we lost. I'm never leaving you again.”

“Bedroom, now,” you commanded.

Sergeant Barnes was good at following orders. He marched you across the apartment, hands cupping your ass to hold you up against him, taking the happy opportunity to knead the muscle. He stopped temporarily for you to deposit your now crooked flowers on the dresser before continuing to the bed. He laid you down, getting greedy with the kisses he was giving you. It felt like he wanted to devour all of you. His hand slid up your leg until it reached your hip, hot and cold fingers grazing the bare skin under your dress. His hands stopped temporarily at your hip, just for a moment before they slid up even further under the straps of your panties. His touch made goosebumps erupt on your thighs.

Bucky noticed your reaction and chuckled. He knew exactly how hard his fingers were pressing into you and how you were responding with shivers. He wanted to keep going and his flesh hand came back down to your thigh, rubbing closer and closer to your core. You pushed his jacket off his shoulders, letting it slip off his arms and onto the floor, discarded. Bucky approved of the move with a grin, loving to see you take the lead. His fingers were slowly approaching his final destination now and he wanted to get there soon. He needed it.

You marveled at your body's response to his ministrations. Every inch of you felt like it was on fire, everywhere he touched blazed with excitement and anticipation.

"Everything go okay with your mission?" you asked, making small talk as Bucky pushed his hands between your legs. You felt yourself tense repeatedly in response.

“Everything went fine... It was rough, being away from you, but got through it knowing I got to be here with you at the end of it.” Bucky's words were barely distinguishable, his voice reduced to a low growl with the excitement and tension building inside him. But he stopped for a moment and looked up at you with a look of pure desire.

"I'm glad you're home," you answered breathily, as you feel his arousal pressed against your abdomen.

Bucky smiled down at you, a hint of mischievousness coming into his eyes as his mouth pulled away from yours and moved down to your neck. His fingers rubbed small circles on the sensitive skin at the top of your thigh and he watched as the skin became flushed just from that small movement. You whimpered softly, holding back your moans. 

He watched you closely with every caress and touch, the way you flinched and shivered from his movements, feeling your arousal growing by the second. He felt your breath grow deeper, heavier as the circles made with his fingers got faster and faster. Bucky grinned at your reaction, eager to go further. But he could see you holding back and his face softened, seeing you bite your lip to avoid making any noise. Bucky broke away from your neck for a moment to whisper into your ear.

“I want to hear everything... let yourself go, okay? Let loose, for me?” He knew why you were afraid of expressing your desires and he was going to make damn sure that your first time together would be perfect for both of you.

You nodded, flushing. “I want you Bucky. I missed you so bad. Tell me how much you want me?”

Your words made his heart skip a beat, he suddenly felt anxious, torn between wanting to please you and feeling embarrassed about sounding foolish. “Cricket, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this? I don’t want you, darling, I need you. Now…” his eyes darkened dangerously, “tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

“Take off your clothes.” You started unbuttoning his shirt, still kissing him desperately.

He kissed you back eagerly, his mouth moving back in rhythm with your tongue. He pulled away for a brief moment as he helped you unbutton his shirt - his hips still pressed against yours. Then he resumed his kissing as he slipped his arm back under you, pulling you against his bare chest. He pushed the straps off your dress, fumbling with the zipper. But the normally nimble fingered super soldier was having some trouble with the mechanism. As his hands fumbled with the zipper he couldn't help but chuckle. “I'm normally not this bad…” The nerves were starting to set in on his mind and his muscles started to tremble ever so slightly as he realized how close you both are to having each other for the first time. With a frustrated sigh, he gave up on the zip, resuming the exploration of your body through the thin material of your clothing, searching for a weak seam in the dress.

You giggle slightly at his desperation. “Don't you dare rip my dress, Buck,” you cried in warning.

It was almost predatorial, the way he watched you as you made the process easier for him. You rolled slightly in his arms, taking pity on him. It slipped off you like water off a duck’s back and for a moment, all Bucky could do was stare. His eyes drifted down to the curves that were pressed so tightly to his body. He wanted more, he craved it. 

As you stood there, feeling the intensity of his gaze on you, a wave of self-consciousness washed over you. His eyes seemed to strip away all your defenses, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. But at the same time, there was something undeniably thrilling about the way he looked at you, as if he could see right through to your soul.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you instructed him to take off his pants. His lips curved into a knowing smile, and you couldn't help but return it, appreciating the sight of his flexing abs and the glisten of sweat on his chest. He reached down, hooking his thumbs into his boxers, and you gave him a little helping hand to push them off his hips.

As the fabric fell to the floor, you couldn't tear your eyes away from him. You gasped quietly at the sight of his erect cock and how it matched the magnificence of his body. A work of art, every muscle defined and sculpted, a testament to the serum that coursed through his veins. But it was more than just his physical appearance that drew you to him. There was a raw, primal energy that seemed to radiate from him, a magnetism that pulled you in and left you breathless. And that was all Bucky.

He stepped closer, his bare skin brushing against yours. You could feel the heat of his body, the strength of his arms as he wrapped them around you again. His hands, hot and cold, felt perfect on your waist. His deep voice was just a whisper as his hands ran over your body, sending shivers down your spine.

"I want to touch everything, I want to worship you," he murmured, his eyes filled with desire. His hands continued their downward trajectory, the speed picking up as he grew more and more excited. There is nothing he wanted more than this moment to be perfect for you. 

"What do you want me to do to you?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Nothing. I want to take care of you. I want to make you feel amazing. I want to give you everything I have right now," he replied, his lips brushing against yours. His touch was gentle yet firm, his hands exploring every inch of your body with reverence. You could feel the love and desire radiating from him, and it filled you with a sense of warmth and contentment.

"Bucky, I want you to touch me. I want you to see what you do to me”

As his hands slid lower, you felt a surge of anticipation building within you. His touch was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You closed your eyes, losing yourself in the sensation of his touch, letting yourself be carried away by the love and passion that flowed between you. And you knew that this was where you belonged.

“Dear God, Cricket. Is this really for me?” he asked, dipping his fingers between your folds, coating them carefully in your arousal.

You whimpered softly as he continued to caress you, exulting in the ecstasy. “All for you.”

“Hey Cricket?” he whispered, huskily in your ear.

“Yeah?”

“Talk to me darling. Tell me how it feels. I want to hear you.” He pushed down on your clit with his thumb, gently rubbing circles over it, working his magic on you.

“Please, Bucky,” you moaned, hips pushing into his fingers. “S’good, but not enough. Want you.”

Bucky chuckled darkly. “Are you sure you’re ready, darling?”

Nodding enthusiastically, you answered. “Yes, want you… inside me. Make me feel good. I need to feel every inch of you inside me.”

“You want me? You want this?” He wrapped his vibranium fingers around his shaft, pumping it up and down with long, firm strokes, right in front of your eyes, taunting you with his cock while teasing your clit.

“Yes.”

Bucky shuffled closer, getting comfortable between your thighs. You spread your legs to straddle his hips, opening your entrance to him. He looked down at you, a look of awe frozen on his features.

“Buck?” you asked after a moment of silence.

“Hmm?” he startled out of his reverie. 

“You okay?” you asked, gently.

“Yeah,” he huffed a short laugh. “Sorry, just wondering if this was real or just a dream.”

“Let me show you how real this is.” You put your hands over his, helping him guide his cock towards your entrance. Just before you let him penetrate you, you stopped. “Buck, I… do we need a condom?”

“Nat said you have an IUD.” He frowned, pulling something from his memory. “She made me get some tests, when they came back she said I was good to… fuck you raw. Whatever that means.” Bucky blushed, and you suspected he knew exactly what it meant.

You couldn’t contain the laughter that bubbled inside you. It was good to have friends who looked out for you.

“Does that mean we’re good to go?” he asked.

“Yeah, you’re good to go. Just like this.” 

The wetness from between your legs mixing with his as he ran his tip between your folds. He grunted with pleasure as your tight walls pressed against him.

“Oh God Buck, so thick,” you mumbled as he pushed into you slowly, letting you adjust and stretch around him.

Carefully he watched your face for signs of pain, surprised at how well you were doing. “You gonna take all of me, darling?” He threaded his fingers between yours, pushing them up above your head, pinning them to the bed.

You watched as your pussy glided over each and every inch of his thick hard cock. “Deeper, that’s it. Shit Buck, you fill me up so well.”

Bucky felt his whole body tense, willing himself not to blow his load into you after hearing you utter those words. “You like that?” he asked, pushing further until he was buried right inside you.

“Yes, si-” you stopped for a moment, but the flash in Bucky's eyes and the throb of his dick between your legs suggested that he liked it.

“Yes?” he asked, expectantly.

“Yes, Serrrrgeant,” you moaned softly as you spoke, bucking your hips up towards him, pushing that last inch into your stretched out pussy.

“Good girl.” He shuddered as you clenched in response to his words. “So perfect.”

You hummed, happily. 

“Come on, Cricket. I want you to be as loud as you like. You have no idea how much I want to hear you. Ever since Italy. Do you know how hard I was when you said those things?” he growled, pushing himself deeper inside you. “How much I wanted to be the one who made you moan that way. I haven’t stopped thinking about that since then.”

You were speechless, panting as his cock filled you up, stretching your walls to their limits.

“God it makes me feel so many things when you look like that. Do you have any idea how perfect you are?”

“Well I have some idea, but no harm in hearing it from someone else.” You winked, regaining enough power of speech to sass back at him

Your cockiness earned you an unexpected thrust, making you gasp loudly.

“Have you any idea how hard it’s been these last few weeks? For me to keep my hands off you?” he rasped, trailing kissing up the side of your neck. “I’m gonna show you.” 

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes. Please, show me.”

You sounded better than anything he had imagined. He still couldn’t believe he was the one who was coaxing those pretty sounds out of you. It only spurred him on to drive his hips into you, again and again, faster and faster until he was pounding you into the bed. The neighbors probably wouldn’t be too pleased with the noise your headboard was making against their wall, but you didn’t care at all. He let go of your hands to get a better grip on the bed, to get closer to you until the small hairs on his chest rubbed against your breasts. Every vein on his ridged cock caressed your walls as his swollen sensitive head brushed your sensitive spot repeatedly.

"How's this darling? Is this what you like?"

"Yes, Sergeant, just like that. I’m so close.”

“Don't! Try to hold back. I want this to last as long as possible. I’ve wanted to give this to you for so long... so you can get the most pleasure out of it.” The need inside of him was getting too intense and he held back as much as he could to keep going. He wanted to be able to give you this for as long as he could.

“I can't, it feels too good. I need to cum.”

“Try… that’s my girl." He was having a hard time keeping his voice from breaking as he tried so hard to hold back. “So good for me.” Bucky watched your body react to every move he made. Your hands grabbing at the bed sheets, your hips slowing their movements against him, you moaning and breathing heavily. The sight of all this made it so hard to go slow but he had to. He had to keep trying.

You looked into his eyes and the way he looked back at you felt like he could see right into your soul. Your fingertips dug into his back in an attempt to stop yourself from falling over the edge as he thrusted down into you.

Your touch was driving him crazy and it was almost enough to drive him over the edge. He continued to focus his every effort on holding on but it was getting harder to resist as your hips began to move slightly faster against him.

“Please-” you whimpered. “I-oh God, please.”

“Please what? Go faster? Let you cum? Tell me. Be a good girl and use your words, darling. And maybe, just maybe I’ll give it to you.”

“Please Bucky, make me cum.”

His body suddenly tightened and he let out a small groan as the feeling of your pleas went through him. He was holding back but it wasn’t working as well now. Your legs started to tense up more and were your nails breaking his skin? Every movement you made, every noise from your mouth was sending him closer and closer to his final climax.

His thumb on your clit was what had you tumbling into oblivion, waves of pleasuring washing over you, Bucky's name on your tongue. His face wore a feral, completely fucked out look as your orgasm triggered his, the stuttered way his hips grinded deeper into your body drew out your pleasure until your vision went completely black for a few seconds. You squeezed around him, milking his white hot seed, greedily claiming what was yours until his cum was leaking out of your overfilled pussy. Bucky collapsed on you shortly after, his breathing heavy and his chest vibrating ever so slightly from the effort he had just gone through but he smiled, looking down at you with his most vulnerable expression yet.

“I love you, Buck,” you whispered, carding your fingers through the edges of his hair.

"I love you too, Cricket... so damn much." He let out a soft sigh of satisfaction, the feeling between the two of you was one that could never be matched.

"That was... something else.”

He couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "That's one way of describing it." He pressed his lips onto yours again for one more lengthy kiss before pulling away and resting his head on your chest. "Did you get everything you wanted?”

"And more.”

He grinned as he closed his eyes for a moment, head still on your chest, and arms wrapped securely around you and his body was still trembling ever so slightly. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, looking up at you, the warmth of this moment was indescribable. "That makes me happy to hear.”

Every life might be a pile of good things and bad things, but in this exact minute, everything was perfect. Bucky closed his eyes, simply absorbing everything about this moment of peace.

"Is it too late for dinner?” you asked, as Bucky chuckled at your rumbling belly.

“I suspect the place where I made reservations won’t accept us turning up now.”

You sighed and pouted. “Boo.”

Bucky pulled out of you and you lamented about the loss of fullness inside you. He propped himself up on his elbow, resting his head on his hand and turned to you. “I was going to make a reservation at Sticks and Stones, but... I wasn't sure if you would feel comfortable with that because that's where... I want you to feel comfortable and secure about us first. ”

“Thanks,” you whispered gratefully. 

“You in the mood for something else?”

"Yeah," you grin, seductively. “Dessert!”

You screamed gleefully as Bucky suddenly rolled onto you, his laughter ringing in your ears.

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Wedding Day Round Two

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!Theo

Summary: Bucky has to marry a woman who surprises him more and more as their story goes along.

Word count: 2,036

Warnings: angst. swearing. fluff.

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The look on the pastors face gave it away that he was judging them, a married couple who had only been married for half a year already renewing their vows? Someone must have messed up - his eyes went straight to Bucky. Of course he didn’t understand what they were trying to tell him, their ‘wedding’ wasn’t anything special not by a long shot and now they wanted to redo it. It was Wanda that told them to do a vow renewal.

Instead of getting a wedding planner they gave the job to Wanda after she begged them to let her to do it, they ended up saying yes yet Wanda made sure that neither one of them knew what she was doing, she said she knew them well enough to know what they would want. Theo smiled at her words whilst Bucky squinted his eyes.

The bridal shop caused Theo to have a small panic attack. So many dresses with different patterns and styles, they were all beautiful but she didn’t know which one she wanted, she didn’t want to ruin them by wearing them - her insecurities getting the better of her. The owner could see her apprehension so took a few gowns off the racks that she thought Theo would like, the only problem was that all the dresses picked had an open back which meant that people were going to see her scars. That thought alone caused her breathing to pick up. Trying on the dresses there was only two that she really liked, Wanda and Nat were so encouraging the whole time, one of them dresses had both of their jaws dropping and telling her that, that was the one. And she had to agree, it was perfect.

“Sam’s demanding me to have a bachelor party.” Bucky sighed as he climbed into bed one night after a long day of business meetings.

“Like in The Hangover?”

“Probably will.”

“You can’t!” Theo panicked, putting the book down on the bedside table she looked at Bucky with wide eyes.

“I can’t drink at my own bachelor party? You’ll probably be drinking at your bachelorette party.” He said amused.

“What?”

“What?”

“You’ll wake up on a roof of some hotel and you’ll be late to our wedding!”

“Wait… oh fuck, you mean the film!” He was so confused until it hit him. Steve recommended the trilogy to Theo and it quickly became one of her favourite films, he couldn’t help but laugh. “I thought- never mind. But I promise you pretty girl I won’t wake up on a roof of some hotel… it’ll probably be Sam.”

“What did you think I meant?”

“That I’d have a hangover from drinking.”

“Oh.” She giggled softly.

Bucky practically dragged himself across the large bed over towards her, pulling her onto his lap and gently pressing his lips to hers. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

His heart soars every time he hears those words fall from her lips. Kissing her passionately and heatedly, when he breaks the kiss due to her needing air he sets a trail of kisses down her neck and across her collarbone, a smile tugs at his lips as he does so as she giggles.

“B-Buck, you said you were tired!”

“When did I say that, pretty girl?”

“The second you came home, ‘my names Bucky and I’m tired. I’m so tired that I can fall asleep right here on the floor’” Bucky ceased his attack on her neck and collarbone to pull back to look her in the eyes. Both of them squinting their eyes at each other, waiting, daring the other one to crack first and burst out laughing like they knew they wanted to do.

“Firstly, I do not sound like that!”

“Yes you do!”

God he loved how cheeky she was! He let her win by laughing at her ever so failed attempt at trying to copy his voice.

“Anyway! And secondly, I’m never too tired to pleasure my beautiful wife.” He winked, pressing a delicate kiss to her nose, before flipping them over and making her release those beautiful sounds she makes just for him.

Throughout his bachelor party he was messaging Theo, even though he had seen her that morning he couldn’t help but miss her. Nat and Wanda had planned something simple yet perfect for her. A spa day. Theo obviously had never been before so she was nervous and asking all sorts of questions, despite her nerves she was excited to go.

Bucky choked on his drink when he received a text from her saying that they had put stones on her back and because they were cold she nearly fell off the bed. He knew he shouldn’t have laughed but he couldn’t get the image of her nearly falling from the bed because of it.

“Buck off your phone.”

“No.”

“James!”

“Steven!”

“We’re playing cards and you’re losing.”

“That’s alright.” He shrugged, the whole time he spoke to Steve not once did he look up from his phone, to busy talking to Theo.

“Steve leave him alone, our little man’s getting married tomorrow… again… to the same woman.” Sam smiled hugely at Bucky when he looked over at him. “And plus, he’s losing and I’m getting his money.”

“He’s all grown up now.”

“We did such a great job at raising him, didn’t we Stevie?”

Bucky rolled his eyes at his two best friends as they continued being a pair of twats - his words not mine! - yet he couldn’t help but smiling at seeing Theo tomorrow as she walked down the aisle, being able to say vows, being announced as husband and wife.

On the other side of the city Theo was looking wide eyed at Nat who was in the pool looking back at her with the exact same expression, as she held a crying Wanda in her arms.

“Wand, what’s wrong?” Nat asked worriedly, everything was fine, perfect even until Wanda burst out crying.

“W-when we met you Theo, you was so shy and so scared of everything an-and now you’re not shy or scared, you laugh, you smile, you talk a-and watching you become your own person after what those bastards did, I-I’m so fucking proud of you and to call you my friend.” Wanda all but wailed the last words, gripping Theo a little bit tighter.

“Oh fuck.” Theo looked over to Nat and noticed that she was now crying too. “Wanda you’ve made me fucking cry now!” She climbs out of the pool and goes over to the two women, wrapping her arms around them both.

When a staff member came in, he slowly walked backwards and back out the door when he saw three crying women.

The dress was on. Her hair was done. Her shoes were being slid onto her feet by Wanda as Nat spritzed perfume on her; Martha was taking photos of the trio.

“You are so beautiful Theo.” Wanda said looking at her in the mirror.

“M-my back…”

“If anyone has a problem with your scars they’ll have me to deal with!” Nat spoke from the other side of Theo, hers and Wanda’s hands touching the scars, not phased by it.

A knock came from the door. “Who is it?” Wanda called out.

“It’s Matt, are you girls ready?”

“Are you ready?” She asked Theo, who nodded with a shy smile. “Come in.”

The second Matt saw Theo tears sprung to his eyes. “You look so beautiful Dory.”

“Thank you.”

“He’s waiting for you. Are you ready?”

“I’m ready.” She smiled up at her brother.

Everyone was in place as the music started playing - Theo’s eyes went wide at seeing a live orchestra in the garden. Wanda really had done an incredible job, seats with bow ribbons were neatly placed underneath the large gazebo, at the entrance were two large stone columns with huge bouquets of flowers on top.

The sun was shining. It was perfect.

Bucky’s eyes instantly lit up with tears as he laid on Theo. His heart began racing as she walked closer to him with her arm linked with Matts. Taking her hand in his the moment she was in reaching distance, he brought her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss to her knuckles.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of James and Theodora, I believe that the two of you have written your own vows? James would you start?”

“Pretty girl, I had no idea that I could truly love someone until I met you. Meeting you wasn’t the way I wanted to but I’m glad we’re both here now. You are the best thing that ever happened to me, you are my heart my mind and soul. I swear to you that I will forever be by your side. I love you.”

“Theodora.” The pastor smiled at her, giving her a small head nod.

“Bucky, you’ve shown me that I can be loved and that I don’t have to live in fear and pain. You have given me a reason to live, and for that I am forever grateful to you. You are my heart my mind and soul. I swear to you that I will forever be by your side. I love you.”

“James do you take Theodora as your wife?”

“I do.” He takes the ring from Steve’s hand and slides it onto Theo’s finger.

“Theodora do you take James as your husband?”

“I do.” She takes the ring from Wanda’s hand and slides it onto Bucky’s finger.

“I know that you two are already legally married but I cannot help myself.” The pastor says with a chuckle. “I am proud to be the one to announce you as husband and wife. James you may kiss your bride.”

Bucky steps closer to her, his hands on her face whispering “I love you” as his lips cover hers in a sweet passionate kiss. The whole backyard erupts into loud cheers.

Standing by Bucky’s side Theo’s eyes moved along those who had attended most of them were Bucky’s men that she had never met before, his mom and sister were there, as her eyes went to the back row her breath got caught in her throat.

Michael.

He stood there giving her a sad smile. He knew that Jess would have hated him for everything he did and didn’t do, having his true love hate him had his heart aching but he knew he deserved it, he knew it was too late to turn back the clock and change things. Michael gave a small nod to his daughter before walking away.

Bucky hadn’t realised that her back was exposed until they were dancing, his eyes were wide as his hand felt the scars.

“I wanted to show everyone that I’m not afraid of them anymore.” She whispered, slightly embarrassed now that they were exposed.

“I’m so proud of you my love. So so proud.” He held her closer than before as they continued dancing.

The words he spoke were nothing but true. He was proud of how strong she was, he knew she was self-conscious about her scars but she wasn’t afraid of showing them off, she wasn’t afraid that more was going to be added to the collection. He was proud of who she had become in the time he had known her.

He knew Michael had shown up to their wedding, he wasn’t happy about it. The last time Bucky had seen the older man was when he shot him in his office - Bucky had every intention of killing Michael but he just couldn’t do it, he couldn’t take away Theo’s only living parent even if he deserved to die. It wasn’t fair to her. So Bucky shot him in the shoulder.

The sun had long gone down and was now replaced by a full moon, Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off Theo even if he tried, which he definitely didn’t.

Bucky had always thought about marriage, especially marrying the person he loved, and here he was dancing on the decorated patio with the love of his life in arms.

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[gaysindistress]

Van Helsing Retold - six

pairings: vamp hunter!reader x vamp!bucky

Summary: Under the cover of night, vampires and their hunters have been at war for centuries, never letting their bloodshed reach the light of day. That is until the wife of a powerful vampire leader, Steve Rogers is murdered and he demands revenge. Y/N Van Helsing is the target of his crusade and she comes face to face with his right hand man, Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: cursing, violence, blood, vampire antics

Word count: 2.4K

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My mother flinches when I say the title that she has probably never heard and it sends a a ripple of hurt through me. She’s here. She’s alive. She…she’s alive and yet she left me with the Guild. She left me. My lungs feel like they’ve been ripped from my body and in their place is a gaping hole that my chest squeezes around, trying to keep itself alive. Sam’s hand darts out and wraps itself around my bicep before I can stumble forward towards her. Another wave of shock and fear rolls in, Bucky’s emotions to be exact.

“I feel like a test of your love is fitting, don’t you?” Steve’s voice cracks through my shock, “I’ll let one of them go if you complete the turning process.”

The moment the words leave his mouth, Bucky crumbles to the ground beside Steve as a result of another vampire jabbing him with a cattle prod. I gasp in pain and crumble too as I watch him fall and Sam grunts in protest from being caught off guard.

“What do you mean complete the turning process?” I manage to gasp out and Steve’s sharp gaze cuts to me and then to my infected hand.

“I can practically hear the venom crying out to be feed,” he casually states as he looks between Bucky, my mom, John, and myself, “so who will it be, Y/N Van Helsing? Your mother who you thought tragically died when you were an infant, the Guild Master who’s hopelessly in love with you, or the vampire that has a soft spot for you?

Bucky growls but is forced to the ground again with another stinging zap of the prod. John makes a noise too but my focus is entirely on Bucky. How could Steve have known? I go over every little memory that I can manage, desperately searching for anything that might explain how he could possibly know. Bucky’s noises of protest are growing weaker, spurring me to look even harder when it hits me; Steve didn’t say that we were mates.

He doesn’t know. He only thinks that Bucky has taken a liking to me but he doesn’t know about our bond and that is something that I can use to my advantage.

I gently push off of Sam and do a mental check of my body; my hand is throbbing now due to the nearby blood but the vial that Bucky had given me earlier is still tucked into my sleeve. Straightening my back and squaring my shoulders, I lock eyes with Steve as I start my negotiations, “If I turn…”

Bucky cuts me off with a pained groan that sounds like he’s trying to say no but the electricity from the prod drowns it out. I force myself to keep my eyes on Steve and I continue, “If I turn, you will let both John and my mom go.”

Steve gives me a bored look and I offer up another condition to sweeten the pot, “And I’ll kill Bucky. Save you the trouble.”

That earns another pained groan and a deep, blood curdling laugh from Steve.

“You’d kill him for me?” Steve asks as he breaks our stare to look down at Bucky. He crouches to his level and disgust drips from his voice, “Did you hear that? She said she would kill you herself if I let the other two go.”

Sam grabs ahold of my elbow and jerks me back, “What the fuck?”

I don’t look at him while I pull the vial from my pocket and tuck it into my fist. Sam curses under his breath when he sees the flash of glass and blood, “what’s the plan?”

“I’ll take him out while you get my mom and John.”

It’s not lost on him that I didn’t mention Bucky and he squeezes my elbow, wordlessly asking me about him. I shoot him a pointed look over my shoulder and he drops my arm. The meaning behind my look is not exactly reassuring or clear, for that matter, but either way, he knows better than to question me. He’s always trusted my judgement and he has no choice but to do the same now.

Steve stands up and claps his hands together before making a show of presenting my mom and John to me, “Go on then Van Helsing. Feed and complete your transition.”

“I don’t suppose you have blood bags laying around?” I ask him while coming to stand before them.

“Fresh is always better,” he winks at me as I fight the urge to scoff at him. The transition doesn’t require more than a drop of human blood but new vampires are known to be violent and implusive. They can’t stop the moment the blood touches their lips and no matter the amount of self control I have now, I know I’ll fall victim to the blood lust if I’m not careful.

I stop in front of John and my mom and look between them as I stall, pretending to struggle in my decision about who to feed from. Bucky is telling me to choose John through the tidal waves of anger and hatred that break across our bond and without a second thought, I do take a half step towards him. His shock is written plainly on his face albeit difficult to see behind the blood and swelling. Of course, he would think so highly of himself as to believe that I might actually feed from my mom over him. However I don’t know her and therefore can’t trust her to keep quiet as I let the vial of Bucky’s blood slip into my hand and kneel in front of him. His eyes flicker to my hand and I quickly whisper for him to look at Sam. The gentle command will seem like evidence of whatever love Steve thinks I have for John but it’s to keep him from growing suspicious and demanding to see what’s in my hand.

I take John’s wrist in my other hand, whispering to him the plan, “On my word, take my mom and run.”

“I’m not doing that Y/N. I’m not leaving you here to get yourself killed,” he hisses and tries to jerk his wrist away. My infected hand, the one that’s wrapped around it, tighthens its grip with a new strength that I can only assume came from the venom. He hisses again although in pain this time and if he had more strengthen himself, he would’ve tried a second time to break free.

Steve’s patience is beginning to wear thin and he demands for me to get a move on it before he slits both of their throats.

“Please,” is the last thing I whisper to John before yanking the cap off of the vial and bringing it my lips but it seems that I’m not fast enough. Steve lets out a monstrous roar as he launches himself at me and rips me back with a fistful of my hair. My hands fly back to try to claw his away as Bucky and I let groans of pain out at the same time. John tries to pull my back but another vampire has grabbed him and as well as my mom.

The sound of glass shattering draws everyone’s attention to the small pool of blood on the ground between John and me. No one makes a sounds as confusion takes ahold but Steve’s grip grows tighter when the realization hits him. Sam curses under his breath from behind us when Steve yanks me to my feet. Moving his hand to wrap around my neck, he pins my back to his chest and his scruff scratches against my cheek as he speaks lowly into my ear, “Whose blood does that belong to, Van Helsing? What vampire was stupid enough to infect you without seeing you through the turn?”

When I don’t answer right away, he squeezes tighter and tighter until I’m tearing at his hands to pull him away. He demands me to answer his question before repeating it.

“Your wife,” my voice comes out in the form of a squeak but he hears me regardless.

“My wife?”

“S…She spit on me as…,” I stammer through the weight of Steve’s grip on my neck, “as… I shot a stake through…her heart.”

He doesn’t make any sudden movements like I had expected and chuckles instead, “So you were the one who killed my mate?”

“Yes and I would do it again.”

He sniffs the air for a moment and then tightens his grip once more as he lays eyes on Bucky who is still crouching on the ground. The vampire behind him has the cattle prod shoved into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, awaiting any chance to shock my mate.

“Do you know what my favorite part of the transition is?” he whispers without waiting for my answer, “My favorite part is that you can still be persuaded. You’re not quite human, not quite vampire which makes you to the most dangerous and perfect weapon I can think of.”

“No,” I mummer in disbelief and he finds great pleasure in that.

“What was that Van Helsing?” he spins me around so that I’m facing him and he forces me to make eye contant with him.

“No,” I whisper louder and it spurs him to gesture to the vampire holding John. The vampire jerks my Guild Master forward and when he is within arm’s reach, Steve swipes some blood form his face with his thumb. I struggle against him, using my nails to tear at his hand and fight as much as I can but it’s no use. I’m not strong enough to get him off of me and the venom is slowly draining whatever strength I do have.

“Whose blood was in that vial?”

The unwelcome familiar wave of complacency overcomes me as I mindlessly answer him, “Bucky’s.”

“Bucky’s?” he parrots with mock shock, “Is he your mate?”

“Yes,” I whisper before he forces my mouth open and wipes John’s blood onto my tongue. A bitter coppery taste fills my mouth and not soon after, a dry thirst follows. It feels as though my body has become immediately addicted to it and it’s been 30 seconds too long since I’ve had my last fix.

“Kill him.”

My body obeys and my mind fades to black as to save me from remembering my next actions.

The transition must have completed itself or completed enough that I get the pleasure of witnessing my chaos because I’m self aware again. Barely but I’m in control of myself again which is more than before. A broken voice from under me catches my attention and I look down as it calls to me again.

“It’s okay.”

I stare with a wild look in my eye at the hard body beneath me. I can hear every movement inside of his body. I can hear every shallow move of his chest and how the nerves in his back are screaming from being pressed into the hard floor. I can hear his lashes as they flutter against the top of his cheek. I can hear the tears that slip down the side of his face and how they splatter on the ground. I can hear as his body starts to accept its fate and it slows.

“It’s okay.”

I can hear the air being pushed from his lungs to his lips as his speaks.

“It’s okay.”

When my eyes finally focus, all I see is the beaten and bloody face of my mate laying under me. The knife I’m holding is pressing into the soft skin of his throat while thin black lines of blood mix with his tears.

“Bucky,” is all I manage to choke out.

His eyes open and even though, he is dying, he still smiles at me.

“Y/n,” he whispers back, “there you are.”

“I can’t…i can’t.”

“I know and it’s okay,” he tells me as my hand presses the knife harder against my will.

“It’s not. It’s not,” I ramble, trying to force my hand to move but stays put, “It’s not fucking okay.”

“When I found you but couldn’t have you and all I had was my dreams, I didn’t care what you were doing. Only that you were with me,” he tells me, “even if you were trying to kill me.”

He lets out a sad chuckle, “it’s ironic that this is how it ends for me.”

My tears start to blur my vision and he gently wipes them away for me, “i wish we could’ve had more time, Y/N. Then I would’ve got the chance to tell you how in love with you I am.”

“Fuck,” i scream.

My knife presses harder. It’s met with little resistance.

“I love you too.”

The turning process didn’t hurt but it wasn’t pleasant. I was hyper aware of every little thing and i became so over stimulated that i threatened to cut my own ears off if Sam didn’t stop breathing so hard.

I think the hardest part was not having Bucky there with me, to guide me, to comfort me, to love me when I couldn’t love myself for becoming what I’d hated for so long.

Sam could only do so much and with no other friendly vamps handy, all I had was myself and the unconscious body of my mate to attend to, a distraction from the burning bond in my chest.

A startled gasp yanks me from my sleep and I blink frantically as my eyes adjust to the lights. Bucky is sitting straight up in the makeshift cot Sam and I scrounged together. He’s looking around the room, taking in his surroundings as he comes to the realization that he’s alive.

“Took you long enough,” I tease him while standing and moving to sit on the bed’s edge.

“Y/N?”

“Bucky.”

He throws himself at me, pulling me into the most bone crushing hug he can manage in his weakened state. Burying his face in my neck, Bucky takes deep breaths in and his body shudders when it recognizes me. I wrap my arms around him too and we stay like this for a while. I’m not sure how long but it’ll never be long enough.

Eternity would not be long enough but luckily we have it so we can at least try.

[winters8child]

It´s been a long, long time

Chapter 73

I was frozen in place, my eyes locked onto the TV screen, unable to tear them away from the breaking news. My heart pounded in my chest, the world around me a blur, when suddenly, my phone, which had slipped from my grasp moments earlier, began to ring. The screen lit up with Steve's name, the sound cutting through the haze like a knife. His voice crackled with tension, matching the knot tightening in my stomach. "Where is he?" he demanded, his tone sharp and desperate. He assumed I knew, but I didn’t have a clue. I had convinced myself he was long gone, hiding away in Romania.

"I don’t know," I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. My hands trembled as I struggled to process the situation. "I can’t believe he did that," I added, the words catching in my throat, thick with disbelief.

There was a pause on the other end, so long that I feared Steve had hung up. But then, finally, he spoke, his voice low and grim. "We need to find him. If we don't, others will try, and people will get hurt."

His words hit me like a blow. He was right. If Bucky really had blown up the UN, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone who tried to stop him. The thought sent a shiver down my spine.

"I need you to come with me," Steve continued the pain in his voice evident. "He might be more willing to see you than me."

His plea hung in the air, heavy with the weight of what he was asking. "Of course," I responded without hesitation.

There was a brief pause before Steve added, "I’ll pick you up in ten. Suit up."

"Wait, Steve," I blurted out, my voice laced with worry. "What about Nat? Is she okay?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, just long enough for my anxiety to spike. When Steve finally spoke, his voice was heavy with disappointment. "She’s fine, but she’s not with us on this one... We’re on our own."

She had mentioned signing the Accords, and though it wasn’t exactly a betrayal, it didn’t sit right with me that she wasn’t on our side.

We were soon on board the Quinjet, the hum of the engines vibrating through the cabin. Sam had joined us, his expression a mix of determination and concern as we set our course for Romania. The tension was palpable, each of us lost in our thoughts. Steve had reached out to Agent 13—Sharon, he called her—who had provided us with the critical intel on where to find him.

Sam was at the controls, his eyes fixed on the horizon as the Quinjet sliced through the sky. Steve and I sat in the back, the silence between us heavy with unspoken thoughts. The tension was almost suffocating, so I finally broke the quiet. "So, who’s Sharon?" I asked, trying to keep any bitterness out of my voice.

Steve's head snapped up as if he had momentarily forgotten I was there. "We’ve been on a few missions together," he replied, his tone measured and clinical. "She’s an agent."

"Huh," I responded, my foot tapping anxiously against the floor.

Steve narrowed his eyes slightly, catching the edge in my voice. "Huh?" he echoed. "What’s that supposed to mean?" I shrugged, unable to hide the bitterness creeping into my voice. "So, she just handed over this info? Risking her job like that... I don’t know..." My words trailed off, but the implication hung heavy between us.

Steve’s brow furrowed, his expression hardening. "What are you trying to say exactly?" he asked, though we both knew he understood where I was going with this.

I crossed my arms defensively, feeling the sting of old wounds. "We broke up a month ago, Steve. I didn’t think you’d move on so quickly." The words came out sharper than I intended, but the hurt was too fresh to soften.

Steve shot a glance at Sam, who was clearly aware of our conversation but was studiously pretending not to hear. "It’s just a break... nothing is going on with Sharon," he murmured, his voice low but firm.

Then, with a sudden sharpness, he added, "I’m surprised you didn’t run to Bucky the moment I asked for a break."

The words landed like a slap, and my jaw dropped in stunned silence. Steve’s face immediately registered regret, his eyes widening as if he realized the weight of his words only after they were out. The tension between us crackled, the raw edge of his comment hanging in the air like a heavy fog.

"I'm sorry, I didn’t mean—" Steve began, his voice faltering with regret.

I cut him off, the sting of his words still fresh. Without a word, I moved and sat down next to Sam. The rest of the flight passed in heavy silence, punctuated only by the steady hum of the engine.

Sam touched down the Quinjet in a secluded field, far from the city’s heart. We disembarked and hailed a cab, the chaotic energy of the city wrapping around us as we drove through bustling streets. As we approached the apartment complex where Bucky was rumored to be hiding, curious glances and stares followed us, drawn particularly to Steve in his tactical suit and with his shield in hand.

I placed a hand firmly on Steve’s chest, halting him just before we reached the entrance. "Let me go in first," I instructed, my tone leaving no room for argument. "Sam, head to the roof. Steve, you stay outside."

Without waiting for any objections or further discussion, I turned on my heel and raced up the stairs. The echo of my footsteps rang through the stairwell, each step driven by a mix of urgency and determination.

I stepped into Bucky’s apartment on the fifth floor, the door creaking open as if it had been left ajar intentionally. The place was stark and run-down, yet it bore the marks of someone who had made it their own—plates scattered on the kitchen table and a rumpled bed with a simple blanket tossed over it. A red notebook on top of the fridge caught my eye and I picked it up, looking through the pages.

There was a picture of me glued on the page, my name next to it, right next to a picture of Steve and his name. I gasped when Bucky's voice came from behind me.

He looked rough, every bit the part of a man on the run. A worn baseball cap was pulled low over his eyes, his long hair still peeking out from underneath. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. "It’s been a while," he said, his voice carrying a sadness that was mirrored in the faint, wistful smile he offered. I struggled to return the sentiment, the warmth of his gesture overshadowed by the weight of the situation.

Just then, Sam’s voice crackled through the radio earpiece, piercing the tension. "Heads up, German Special Forces are approaching from the south."

"Understood," I responded, adjusting the earpiece and glancing toward Bucky, who was still standing a few feet away.

"Did you do it?" I asked, taking a cautious step closer. The question hung in the air, charged with urgency.

Bucky’s expression turned to one of slight disappointment, his gaze dropping as he spoke. "I wasn’t in Vienna. I don’t do that anymore." The weariness in his voice was palpable, a reflection of the turmoil that had clearly taken its toll.

"They’re entering the building," Sam’s voice crackled through the radio, tinged with urgency. The panic in his tone made my heart race, the gravity of the situation crashing over me.

"They’re coming for you, Buck," I said, my voice tight with fear. "And I don’t think they care if you’re dead or alive." The words spilled out in a rush, a frantic plea as the reality of the approaching threat sank in.

Steve’s voice cut through the tension from the doorway. "We have to go now!" he shouted, his urgency clear as he burst into the room. Bucky turned sharply, his eyes flickering with a mix of surprise and recognition at the sight of Steve. The gravity of the situation settled in even more as the threat outside grew closer, the need to act immediately pressing against us.

“They’re on the roof. I’m compromised,” Sam’s voice crackled urgently through the earpiece, his tone thick with alarm. The ominous sound of heavy, pounding footsteps echoed up the staircase, growing louder and more chaotic by the second.

“Breach! Breach! Breach!” Sam’s voice was now a desperate shout, his warning cutting through the tension. Just as the words left his mouth, a grenade hurtled through the window with a blinding flash of light.

Instinctively, I kicked the grenade away from us, sending it skidding across the floor. The metallic clang it made as it bounced was drowned out by the rush of adrenaline surging through me.

Steve acted with swift precision. He lunged forward, his shield raised high. With a forceful thud, he slammed the shield down over the grenade, the impact muffled by the reinforced metal. The explosion was a muffled thump, the shockwave reverberating through the shield and sending a shudder through the room.

The pounding on the door intensified as they worked to break it down, and another soldier crashed through the window, his entrance violent and chaotic. The adrenaline surged through me, turning my senses razor-sharp. My fingers tingled with energy as I drew my knife from its sheath, the vibranium blade gleaming ominously in the dim light.

Without hesitation, I launched myself at one of the soldiers who was aiming his weapon at Bucky. My movements were a blur of controlled aggression. I tackled him to the ground, the impact jarring but satisfying. The soldier’s eyes widened in shock as I drove the knife into his neck, each thrust in a desperate attempt to stop him from harming anyone else. The sound of metal against flesh and the warmth of blood splattering against my skin was a stark reminder of the violence of our situation.

I didn’t stop until his struggles ceased, the weight of his body growing limp beneath me. The room around us was filled with the chaotic noise of combat, but my focus remained solely on neutralizing the threat. The rush of adrenaline made me smile, another opponent had been slain.

I sprang to my feet just as Bucky, with a ferocious burst of strength, slammed one of the soldiers through the door. The impact was explosive, the door splintering and breaking apart under the force of his blow.

“Buck, stop! You’re gonna kill someone!” Steve’s voice cut through the chaos, filled with a mixture of urgency and concern.

Bucky barely seemed to hear him. With relentless intensity, he drove him down, his fury palpable. In a display of raw power, he smashed his metal arm into the floor next to Steve’s head, the punch creating a deep crater and sending debris flying. The force of the blow reverberated through the room, dust, and fragments swirling in the air.

“I’m not gonna kill anyone,” Bucky growled, his voice a low, determined rumble. He ignored the wreckage around him and reached into the hole he’d just created, retrieving a battered backpack and throwing it out of the window.

The next wave of soldiers surged into the room, their gunfire relentless and deafening. I ducked behind an overturned table, its wooden surface offering scant protection as bullets whizzed past. My heart pounded, each shot a sharp reminder of the danger surrounding us.

Steve, with his shield raised high, stood his ground beside Bucky, deflecting incoming fire with practiced ease. The metal of his shield glinted under the flickering light, a formidable barrier against the hail of bullets.

From my vantage point, I saw a soldier positioned by the window, his rifle trained directly on Steve. Without hesitation, Bucky acted with fierce determination. He grabbed Steve and, with a powerful heave, threw him toward the soldier.

Steve flew through the air, his shield outstretched in a defensive arc. The soldier’s eyes widened in surprise as Steve collided with him, the impact sending both crashing to the ground. The soldier’s rifle clattered away, and Steve’s shield knocked him senseless.

I crouched low, the room a blur of gunfire and chaos as I moved stealthily toward the soldier who was focused intently on Bucky, oblivious to my approach. I crawled on my hands and knees, my breathing steady and controlled despite the adrenaline flooding my system.

When I was close enough, I drove my knife into the soldier's leg. The blade sliced through flesh with a sickening squelch, and he let out a sharp, pained yell as he collapsed, his weapon firing wildly into the air before clattering to the ground.

I wasted no time. Straddling him to maintain control, I plunged the knife toward his neck. His hands shot up in a desperate attempt to shield himself, but the blade penetrated through his hands and continued its deadly course. I could feel the resistance as I struggled to pull the knife free, the blood slicking the handle and making it hard to maneuver.

In a desperate bid for survival, the soldier twisted his body, using the momentum to flip us over. Now, he was on top, his face contorted with pain and rage as he groped for his fallen weapon. The sudden shift in position left me momentarily vulnerable, and I fought to regain control, my knife still lodged in his hand as I scrambled to push him off.

In a sudden burst of motion, the soldier was lifted off me and hurled through the air. He crashed against the wall with a resounding thud, his body slumping to the ground in a crumpled heap. Bucky, having intervened with a raw display of strength, had saved me from a potentially fatal situation.

There was no time for gratitude. The urgency of the fight drove me to act quickly. I scrambled to my feet, my muscles still tense from the struggle. With a swift, practiced motion, I yanked my knife free from the soldier’s hand. His agonized groans were a distant sound as I focused on the task at hand.

Without hesitation, I plunged the blade into his neck. The cut was deep and decisive, the blood welling up around the edge of the knife as I sawed through flesh and muscle. The soldier's movements grew erratic, his hands flailing weakly in a futile attempt to stem the flow of blood.

Suddenly, the front door exploded inward with a deafening crash, shards of wood and metal splintering across the room. A fresh wave of soldiers surged in, their rifles raised and aiming directly at us. The room erupted into chaos once again, with the sharp staccato of gunfire filling the air.

Bucky charged forward with a fierce, unrelenting energy, his movements a fluid dance of raw power and precision as he plowed through the advancing troops. I was right on his heels, my heart pounding with exhilaration as I joined the fray. Each swing of my knife was a swift, deadly arc, carving through enemy soldiers with a satisfying bite. The metallic sheen of my blade flashed with every cut, blood spraying in violent splatters that only fueled my determination.

The rhythmic clang of Steve’s shield was a steady, reassuring presence behind us. I could hear the whoosh of it slicing through the air, followed by the thud of it making contact with soldiers. Steve’s shield was a relentless force, sending attackers sprawling and clearing a path through the chaos.

But the onslaught of soldiers showed no sign of relenting. The staircase was packed with them, their numbers swelling like a tide of relentless, aggressive insects. They surged upward in a chaotic, clambering mass, their weapons flashing and their shouts filling the air with a menacing clamor.

Just when I thought Bucky was right behind me, I glanced back to find him making a swift, unexpected move. With a burst of sheer determination, he dashed toward a nearby window. Without hesitation, he leaped through the shattered frame, his body cutting through the air with remarkable grace and precision.

I watched in a mixture of awe and urgency as he landed with a powerful thud on the roof of the adjacent building.

“Bucky!” I shouted, my voice a desperate cry above the din of battle. My gaze followed his leap, but my hopes were dashed when I turned to see a new, unexpected figure confronting him.

A man in sleek, black tactical gear stood defiantly in the doorway, his outfit reminiscent of a black cat’s sleek silhouette. The figure’s presence was imposing, his movements precise and calculated as he squared off with Bucky. The tension between them was palpable, the air crackling with the anticipation of their imminent clash.

This day had just gotten even crazier.

Next Chapter

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The Pet Predicament (Part 2)

The Pet Predicament (Part 1)

"Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?"

You try to keep count of the amount of why's that leave Tony's mouth, but they're coming too fast and in too great a number to keep track. You give up, putting your fingers down after the 20th 'why'. "I've lost count."

Sam wince deepens with every why that echoes throughout the conference room. "Me too. It's gotta be pretty bad. That vein on his forehead is popping out again."

"You think he knows?" you ask Bucky.

Steve nods, answering for Bucky, “He knows.”

Sam leans over from the seat beside you, "I know he's mad, but the breath control is kinda impressive. He hasn't stopped in like five minutes."

Tony's long winded, one word rant ends with one last resounding, "Why?!"

"Alright," Clint chuckles slouched in the seat across from Sam, his hands behind his head. "Which one of you broke Tony?"

Tony stops his pacing, whirling around to face the conference room table with a glare.

"Let's see," Tony starts, his voice dripping in sarcasm. He starts pointing his finger around the table where each of your team mates sit, all who are trying to hide their own equally guilty expressions. "Eenie meenie minie - you three. It's always you three!"

You visibly cringe as Tony's fingers land on you with Sam and Bucky sitting on both sides of you. As he drops his pointing finger, you meekly raise your hand. "Could we just get some clarification on what we did this time?"

Tony sharply inhales, his shaking fist curled in front of his mouth. "The fact that you need clarification means that there's a problem!"

But Sam immediately knows what's going on.

It's too much to be a mere coincidence.

And in spite of his begging to Steve to not reveal the secret about your dog living on the Compound, he knew it was only a matter of time before Steve told. The man just couldn't help it. Secrets built up inside of Steve until they all burst out of him all at once. 

Still, Sam held onto hope that after Steve accidentally saw him carrying a large assortment of dog toys just an hour ago, that Steve would somehow miraculously, finally, be able to keep the secret. At least until you and Bucky found a way to break the news to Tony yourselves.

It's clear to Sam that Steve wasn't able to do that.

Sam leans over the conference table, using his hands as a makeshift barrier from the rest of the table, he pointedly hisses under his breath at Steve, "What did you do?" 

"I - I," Steve anxiously stammers, before slapping his hands on the table in defeat. "I told him alright! Tony knows about Max, okay?"

"Weak," Sam hisses under his breath. "So weak."

"Or," Steve interjects, trying to come up with the best defense for himself. "Or maybe I'm just the only person strong enough to tell the truth."

"Yeah, okay," Nat scoffs, slightly mocking Steve. "Whatever you have to tell yourself, Cap."

"You told Steve? I can't believe you!" you scold Sam.

"Hold on, Sam, exactly how long have you known about this?" Tony demands. 

"See? I can keep a secret! I could've told him that everyone else knew too!" Steve proudly declares. 

"What?" Tony indignantly fumes, eyes comically wide.

"What?" Steve stammers, trying to play off another accidental secret reveal. "No - I didn't- no one else-"

"Dude," Sam sighs, shaking his hung head. 

Tony sharply inhales, eyeing every single person in the conference room. "Exactly how many of you knew about the dog living in the Compound?"

Everyone's eye remain down on the table as all hands in the room go up. 

"I told you minutes after I found out," Steve adds, his head held high. 

Tony deeply inhales, narrowing his eyes at Steve. "Only because you get all sweaty and nervous when you lie, Rogers."

"Snitches get stitches, Steve," you whisper, leaning over Bucky's seat to grimace at Steve. 

"Super dark, Pinkie. It doesn't even matter, no pets in the Compound, you all know that," Tony reminds the room. 

"Uh?" Sam raises his hand in objection. "That's hardly fair. You let Spidey keep the spidey."

"Don't bring Harry into this," Peter objects. "They're a great pet."

"You named your pet spider Harry?" Clint questions, his lips pulling in to stifle his laughter.

"Well, it's actually a tarantula," Peter corrects. "I could show you a picture if you-"

"Kid," Tony interrupts, rapidly shaking his head. "Not now. The tarantula was different, it stays in a little box and doesn't bother anyone. And it certainly won't ruin the floors."

"Max is already house trained. He doesn't go inside... Anymore. Promise," you swear, raising your right hand as you attest to Max's good behavior. Then, you drop your hand, gesturing to the room, "And everyone already loves him! Especially when he wears that cute little bow tie Sam got him."

You hear coos at the mental image of your little golden retriever wearing a bow tie around his neck followed by hums of agreement.

You pout your bottom lip, giving Tony your best puppy dog expression. "Please, please, please? Can we keep him?"

Sam chuckles from beside you, "She said the same thing when she met Bucky."

You swat Sam's shoulder while still maintaining your pleading expression, "You hush."

Tony takes a large deep breath of concession, his eyes rake over each of your guilty expression. With a final roll of his eyes and a groan of frustration, he caves. "Does anyone else have any pets they'd like to disclose before Steve tattles again?"

"I've had a cat for like two years now," Nat admits. “So does Carol.”

As you settle back in to your seat, you lean closer to Bucky and quietly mutter, "Does this mean we should tell him about Alpine too?"

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Where you goin, Star?

Bucky Barnes x Reader

BikerAU

Summary: Reader meets Bucky when the truck hauling her show horses breaks down as she is trying to leave for an event and he works for the mechanic. Passionate, secret love affair ensues. After a confrontation with her father, Bucky decides she deserves better than a poor biker like him and leaves town with his friends Steve and Sam.

Three years later, reader is trapped in an abusive relationship and about to give up hope of things ever improving, when Bucky comes back.

Chapter 16

Warnings: swearing, angst. I think that's it.

The morning the trial started Star woke up early after another restless night. The scant few hours of sleep she had was filled with nightmares of her father, John and Brock so she felt like she might as well have not slept at all.

Bucky reached out, grumbling, to pull her closer to him and she allowed herself to relax against him for a few moments before she had to get up.

They only had 10 minutes before her alarm went off and she pulled away. "Sorry, Jamie, it's time to get up." She took a deep breath, kissed him on the cheek and headed for the bathroom to take a shower.

When she was done she styled her hair and put on light make-up. She left the bathroom in a plush bathrobe and started going through her "book tour wardrobe" as Pepper had joked. She settled on a dove grey dress with a notched neck and short angel sleeves.

Soft and simple it was feminine but not revealing. With a pair of matching grey kitten heels and a dark purple, suede Proenza Schouler purse with a braided strap.

Bucky got out of the shower and whistled at her "You are beautiful, doll. Every time I see you, you're more breathtaking."

Y/N felt her face flush "Alright, sweet talker, get dressed. We're meeting with the attorney at Tony's. I don't want to be late."

Bucky grumbled and stomped into the dressing room to put on his suit.

They met with the attorney, Tony and Pepper for a quick breakfast and run through, letting them know what to expect. They decided to all drive over together with Happy driving and Rhodey up front with him.

At the courthouse they found where they needed to be and took the seats behind the district attorney.

They watched John being brought out by the bailiff, who undid the handcuffs so John could sit with his attorney.

John gave Y/N a hateful glare, mumbling "fucking cunt" under his breath only to receive a warning from his attorney.

Star tried to sit calmly with Bucky on one side and Pepper on the other with Tony on her other side, but couldn't keep her feet from fidgeting. Bucky looked at her and squeezed her hand, trying to reassure her.

The morning went slowly with both attorneys making opening statements and the judge giving the jury instructions.

During lunch Y/N was very quiet and could barely eat. She knew when they went back the prosecutor would start with witnesses. Her, Sharon and Jack Rollins being at the top of the list.

Bucky reached out to take her hand and she jumped before she realized it was him. "I'm so sorry, Jamie. I'm just, I don't know. I want all this to be over."

He took her hand and kissed it "I know doll but we'll be here for you and John will pay for what he's done to you."

Star smiled and leaned into him.

After lunch the prosecutor started calling their witnesses and Y/N was first.

Bucky squeezed her hand and smiled reassuringly as she stood and went to the witness stand.

She told her story from the day her father demanded she marry John, noticing the look of shock on many of the jurors faces when she mentioned Brock killing Charlie. Star didn't leave out any details, even those that made her look bad.

The DA asked a few questions here and there but mostly left her to tell the story of her marriage to John. She kept her cool for the most part but there were some emotional moments.

Once she finished the judge ordered a recess before John's attorney would be allowed to ask her questions.

John's attorney didn't hold back, drilling her with questions about her relationship with Bucky, her drug abuse and sexual favors for Brock. Star kept herself together through it all but Bucky was steaming, with his jaw clenched so tightly it was a wonder none of his teeth broke.

The attorney implied that she was a 'wild child', sexually promiscuous and would ingest any drug offered. He told a story about how John had worked so hard to make her happy but she was never satisfied.

Star finally snapped at him "Enough! If I was such a whore why is it John who had a kid with another woman? I did what I had to do to survive an abusive father and abusive and cheating husband. John only married me for my father's money and political support. I was forced to marry him in my father's quest for more power, neither of them cared one whit for how I felt or what I wanted."

She took a moment to calm down "Nothing I could have done excuses John's treatment of me or his attempt to kill me. I was just a means to an end for John Walker."

She sat and dabbed the tears that had escaped as she caught her breath.

The judge excused her and adjourned for the day.

That night Star faced nightmares as soon as she dozed off, all of the events she had spoken about that afternoon were still vivid in her memory.

The week went on like that, sitting in the court room by day and waking up screaming while Bucky tried to soothe her.

Sharon, then Jack Rollins, then Bucky and all of his friends were called to testify about their interactions with John. They didn't paint a pretty picture and John sat and watched, seething.

The prosecutor finished by the end of the week and then it was the defenses turn. They didn't have much, Olivia was called and spoke about the promises Alexander Pierce made to John and how much he had given up.

The prosecutor was quick to remind the jury that John had never actually given Olivia up, proof of that being their son and the DNA test.

On Thursday, when the defense appeared to have called all their witnesses, John had a whisper-shout match with his attorney until the judge asked if the defense had any more witnesses.

Johns attorney sighed and stood up "Against my advice my client would like to take the stand."

The judge nodded, "Proceed."

John took the stand and started calm and matter of fact, like he was addressing congress, explaining the plans he had made with Alexander Pierce and how important it was that he stay free and his record unvarnished so that he could continue his important work in the government, that only he could complete.

The longer he went on, the more unhinged he sounded. He had an obvious obsession with having a biological child with Y/N because of the Pierce bloodline.

He looked over to Olivia who smiled until he told her he loved her but she didn't have a bloodline like Y/N and how he couldn't let Y/N dilute the Pierce bloodline with some lowlife biker.

When he used that logic to explain why they had to get rid of her child that Bucky fathered, his attorney tried to get him to stop talking and implicating himself further but John seemed to truly believe that he was in the right in all of this, that he had done nothing wrong.

As John was speaking he stood up and started walking towards Y/N. She tried to curl up into herself and escape John's reach. Bucky stepped in front of her but luckily the bailiff stopped John in his tracks.

That's when John lost it. He fought against the bailiff, screaming at Y/N "You stupid selfish fucking bitch. Don't you know that I'm the only one who can fix the governments problems and you are trying to shut me up. You will always be mine and when I get out I'll come for you."

The judge ordered him out of court and the bailiff dragged John out. Then the judge adjourned for the day, scheduling their return for Monday morning.

Bucky turned to see how Y/N was doing to find her curled up into Pepper, trying to hold her sobs back.

"Come on Star, we're done for the day. Let's get you home." He told her softly and offered his hand, which she took so he pulled her up and hugged her close. "It's ok, doll. I've got you. Let's go home."

Star pulled back and looked at Bucky in awe "I don't know how you stay so calm with all this. It's tearing me up, reliving all of it."

Bucky shook his head "I'm not terribly calm but I didn't go through the worst parts. I'll do whatever I can to protect you, that's all I know." He gave her a crooked grin.

Star laughed "My knight in shining leather. Take me home Ser Jamie."

Tony and Pepper just watched the couple and smiled, like an old married couple that's reminded of their early days and young love.

Tony cleared his throat "Alright right you two, let's get out of here. Dinner should be waiting for us."

On the way home they discussed the day in court. Pepper had watched the jury closely since day one and was convinced that John would be found guilty and given a harsh sentence.

Y/N wasn't so optimistic but was hopeful. She knew that men in Johns position are rarely punished for their crimes but he wasn't rich anymore so maybe Pepper was right.

They went to Tony's cabin upstate for the weekend, to try and relax before going back on Monday. They drank too much and played board games, went on hikes during the day and boiled in the hot tub late at night.

They weren't ready to head home on Sunday afternoon but Star least of all. She became more quiet and withdrawn the closer they got to the city. That night she had more nightmares, the worst of which had John being found innocent and the courts refusing to grant her divorce leaving her stuck with him.

Bucky tried to wake her gently, having been woken by her sobs but she sat up and came out swinging, hitting him right in the eye.

Feeling her fist hit something woke her up and it only took a moment for her to realize what she had done. More tears filled her eyes

"Oh, no, Jamie. I'm so sorry, I was just. I-" she covered her face and sobbed.

Bucky pulled her to him and rubbed her back "Hey doll, its ok, sshhhh, Star. It was a sleep accident. You're ok, safe here with me." He leaned back with her head on his chest and kissed the top of her head.

"Just go back to sleep, baby. I've got you."

Bucky knew his eye needed some ice but he couldn't bear to separate himself from her so forced it out of his head and fell back to sleep to the rhythm of her breathing.

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Chapter 17

[cryptidcasanova]

Steve Rogers 

Steve had known envy; he felt it in the crevices of his mind. He sheltered it deep in his heart. He had been envious of men, especially before the war. And he had been jealous of a quiet, humble life. He was jealous of those around him with a wife, kids, and a home to go back to. He was envious of people who had that.

But this feeling was new. The knot in Steve's stomach was suffocating. He had you. You were at one of Tony's parties with your fingers laced in his own, but someone else was vying for your attention.

It was a lowly member of Shield. He was just an agent in training. Steve had your heart, but at this moment, he wanted your attention. Steve demanded your sole attention. So the Captain did the only thing he knew how.

"Soldier, we're leaving," He addressed the man with his Captain's voice, turning to face you. "We have our own mission to attend to." 

His innuendo was understood immediately.

And that was all it took for him to whisk you away from the party, practically melting into his hold. 

Oh, Steve.

He had no need to be jealous. He already had you; hook, line, and sinker.

Bucky Barnes

Bucky was always watchful of the street vendors. However, this morning, his attention was trained on the curve of your ass. He was aware of the plane of the skin of your thighs as you walked from stall to stall. You were unaware of his gaze, wholly invested in the produce on the table.

Plums. It was always plums.

You were smiling. The salesman helped you bag the fruit, and Bucky watched as the grocers’ fingers danced across yours. 

Oh. 

His belly ached. He didn’t like that one bit.

Bucky hadn’t moved so fast since under HYDRA’s control, and in four smooth steps, he was there, surrounding you in his safe embrace. It was precisely where you were supposed to be. 

With a kiss to your temple, you hummed, unaware of the glare he was giving to the grocer. His metal arm was securely around you, and the man flinched back. He knew who Bucky was, and it made him crack a smirk.

Bucky didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.

Sam Wilson

If you could pinpoint a pinnacle moment of happiness in your day, it was early in the morning. It was when you could go on a jog with Sam, listening to Marvin Gaye and Stevie Wonder and singing brazenly to your heart's content.

The morning jogs weren't required, and you had gotten plenty of training and exercise during the week, but this was when the rest of the world wasn't up. 

You could let your heart flutter and joke with the man next to you. Sam was a perfect guy. Your heart was so full of love for him.

And then something happened. One morning, two recruits had seen you two jogging and decided to invite themselves into the group. 

The recruits wanted to change the music. They wanted to pick up the pace. They kept trying to find out personal things about you. 

The recruits were awfully nosy about your personal business, and it got under Sam's skin. 

Sam was a patient man; however, these two fools had decided to break up his time with you. He couldn't let that slide.

So maybe one of them tripped. And fell into the other. And just maybe, they both rolled down the hill and into the duck pond. 

And maybe, just maybe, you hadn't noticed it because you were busy tying your hair back and out of your face. Sam's timing couldn't be better, and when you heard the splash, you turned around with a curious expression.

"Sam?"

"What? They just tripped."

If there was one thing that could get Sam out of trouble, it was his warm eyes and toothy grin.��

You couldn't be mad at him even if you tried.

Natasha Romanov

The nightclub was raving, and you and Nat were undercover. Between dancing and drinking and partying, you had lost her. Knowing her, she was probably breaking into a safe or interrogating a mobster. Still, Nat's job was on a need-to-know basis.

Your job was to keep the party going with the mob boss's son.

And you were doing a pretty good job at it too. The goon invited you to the dancefloor, free from his own bodyguards, and you just danced. You were lost in the music, the soft lighting, and the feelings of hands at your waist. There was a gentle tug, and then the set of hands was back on you, pulling you back against a hard, lean body.

"Who said you could dance with anyone but me?" 

Nat. 

A soft giggle left your lips. 

"I wasn't expecting you." You turned in her arms, and her smirk was the only reply she offered in response, but her eyes were pools of liquid fire.

Oh, that sly dog. 

The mobster's son was nowhere to be found. But you danced until the nightclub closed, and if you had looked a little closer, you would have seen him in the corner with a busted-up nose. Maybe he should have been keeping his hands to himself.

Tony Stark

To Tony, it was a game of his to make you jealous, but once the cards were reversed? 

Oh no. He didn't like that at all. 

He was your perfect match, and yes, he had done the math to come up with that conclusion.

But sometimes, he would forget that you weren't like him. Your mind had worked differently from his own. Genius, billionaire playboy philanthropist or not, you didn't care. You cared about Tony, the man. You cared about him. 

And maybe, just maybe, he didn't like the attention that you were getting at one of his conferences. You were sitting in the front row, and Tony watched the room as stares lingered on you, how people tried to make small talk with you. It made his blood boil.

"Any questions?" He finally asked, ready to get off the stage.

The lights and the cameras were blinding, and a wave of hands went up.

"What about Y/N?" One reporter asked, and a slew of cameras turned your way.

"Are they here with you today?"  “Yes, we have a question about them!" "Are the rumors true?"

"What rumors?" Tony finally snapped into the microphone, falling for their bait.

"That they are single. That you two aren't actually together."

It would have been beating out of his chest if Tony had a heart. An unfamiliar feeling washed over him. He was going to squash them like a bug.

"I don't know what your sources say," Tony gave you a sly wink, "But it's not true. Keep it in your pants, boys. They're taken." 

He extinguished their questions with his boyish smirk, but you were fuming.

He was going to be in big trouble later.

[babybluebex]

me and my husband [baron zemo x reader]

summary ↠ in the process of making sure zemo is okay after a fight in latvia, you find a way to put captain john walker in his place. pairing ↠ baron zemo x fem!reader (y/n) word count ↠ 1.6k warnings ↠ explicit language, itty bitty tfatws ep. 4 spoilers, john walker being misogynistic and a Total Dick a/n ↠ (yes the title is a mitski reference) enjoy! masterlist/taglist in bio! (also thank u @therenlover for your invaluable support and screaming in my instagram dms)

As far as you were concerned, John Walker could rot in hell.

You had only just heard the fight break out, the smashing of glass making your quicken your step, and you had rushed into the room the moment that Walker, in his infinite prickishness, had hurtled that dumb metal shield through the air. You had watched it collide against your husband’s cheek, and Helmut had gone limp instantly and crumpled to the floor.

“What the hell?” you had cried, enraged, and Bucky and Sam were quick to come in after you. “What the fuck was that for, you prick?”

John Walker had given you a confused look, then looked to his partner, then to Sam and Bucky. Originally, Sam had initially been opposed to bringing you along on their mission to retrieve information about the Flag Smashers, but your husband had extended an ultimatum: “She comes with me, or I don’t come at all.” They needed Zemo to get into Madripoor, so the Americans sighed and allowed you to come. You yourself weren’t quite sure why Zemo was insistent that you come with him, but, the moment you saw him get hit by Captain America’s shield, it made sense: to vouch for him when he couldn’t.

“Who’re you?” John had asked carefully, and Sam huffed out a laugh.

“Aw, this’ll be good,” Sam had mumbled as you stormed towards John. Your shoes clicked against the floor as you came chest to chest with him, and you planted your hands on your hips.

“My name is Zemo,” you had told him. “And you just gave my husband a concussion.”

John stared at you for a minute, then at Helmut at his feet, then back at you. “Husband?” he replied. “But he’s been in jail for seven years.”

“Of all the people to explain my relationship to, you are not high on that list,” you spat. “Now, get him up.”

John looked around at his compatriots in obvious confusion, and Bucky sighed. “Just do it, man,” he mumbled.

“And why won’t you do it?” John asked.

“Because he’s not the one with the giant metal trash can lid strapped to his arm,” you said. “You are. You are the one who hurt my husband, and you are going to fix this. So, Captain, I suggest you move him from the middle of the floor.”

And now, finally back in the small Latvian flat, you were able to properly tend to Helmut. He had come to just as John had set him on the sofa, and you could gauge that he was concussed. It didn’t seem too bad, but he was still a bit disoriented. Helmut gave a small groan, certainly one of pain, and you whispered, “There he is. How’re you feeling, love?”

Helmut glanced around you for a moment, trying to get his bearings, and he mumbled, “What happened?”

“An American oaf with a trash can lid took you out,” you explained. “He got you in the face pretty good.” Gingerly, you skimmed your fingers over his cheek, testing for any tenderness, and you heard a low groan escape him when you touched the red patch on his face. “Let me get you an ice pack.”

“I can do it, mein Schatz,” Helmut began, but you gently pushed on his chest to keep him down.

“Hel, please,” you sighed. “You need to rest. Let me take care of you.”

After a moment, your husband sighed and laid back down, and he rested his head back on a pillow. Just as you stood up, Helmut reached out and grabbed your hand tightly. “You’re too good to me,” he mumbled, stroking his thumb along the back of your hand. “What would I do without you?”

“There’s no telling,” you sighed, and you leaned down to kiss him. He kissed back, a bit weak and tired, but his hand on yours spoke the words that his kiss didn’t. “Take off your jacket, my love, you’ll get too warm.”

You walked across the space to the bathroom, and you grabbed a small hand towel to run under some cold water. As you did your task at the kitchen sink, you heard John, Bucky, Lamar, and Sam all muttering between themselves, and you hardly listened to it. You expected it to be some drivel about teamwork or patriotism or whatever it was that any conversation with Captain America turned to, but you finally tuned in when you heard your husband’s name. “Zemo’s got you two cornered,” John said. “Making you do his shit for him. And he demanded to bring her along? Why didn’t you say no?”

“We needed him,” Bucky replied. “And there’s no him without her.”

“Oh, they’re some sorta Bonnie and Clyde?” John huffed. “You’re harboring a fugitive here. A-And you! You’d really put your wife in danger like this?”

“Mein Schatz is resourceful,” you heard Helmut mutter, and you drained the rag of excess water before moving back to him as he spoke. “Smart, clever, and cunning; I married her for a reason.”

You sat on the floor next to him and settled the cold rag over his eyes. He smiled a little and gave a quiet groan, and you rested your hand on his chest. He had done as you had asked and taken off his coat, but you still saw the red flush under his collar. Carefully, you reached up and undid the top few buttons in his wine-colored shirt, and you gave a playful tug at his gold necklace. “Can I get you anything?” you asked him quietly; you spoke in Sokovian, for no other reason than to make John and Lamar squirm.

“Bourbon?” Helmut asked, following your linguistic lead.

“Of course,” you replied. You took his hand off of his stomach and gave his knuckles a kiss, and added, “Anything else?”

“A kiss,” Helmut said, and he gave a quiet little laugh. “I can’t see your face, my treasure, but I know you’re grimacing at me.”

“Never,” you said with a click of your tongue, but you sat up on your knees and pressed a soft kiss to your husband’s lips. You liked kissing Helmut Zemo, especially moments like this, when it was just you and him. Of course, you were surrounded by men who were all bigger and stronger than both of you, but your mother language gave you a feeling of exclusion that you welcomed.

“Alright, whatever the fuck this is has gotta stop,” John groaned, and you broke away from the kiss slowly. “Listen, we’ve put up with a lot of your shit, Zemo, but your little cock-sleeve or whatever she is is taking things one step too far.”

Helmut sighed with the weight of the insult, took up your hand blindly and squeezed, and he whispered, “Go easy on him, won’t you?”

“Would you?” you asked, and planted a quick kiss to his cheek. You stood carefully and smoothed out your shirt, and then you turned to John. He truly was an impressive figure, but you felt his uneasiness radiating off of him. You were the player, and he the instrument; you only had to find the right chord. “First of all,” you began. “Insulting a woman because she likes to have sex? Low blow, Walker. I thought that Cap respected women.”

“He does,” Bucky said. “He’s supposed to.”

“I’m not Steve--”

“Did I ever say Steve?” you snapped. “No, I said Cap. Captain America is a title and a role that you should be fucking thankful for, and you treat it like a curse that’s been put on you. Cap protects and serves, and look at what you’ve done while you’ve had that shield: you’ve been frolicking around on television and causing more trouble than you’re worth.”

Sam gave an affirmative grunt from over your shoulder, and, if you had been facing him, you would have seen the way he pressed his fist into Zemo’s shoulder with a smile.

“You may not be Steve,” you said, taking a step closer. “I truly doubt that the world needs another Steve Rogers. But Captain America is supposed to inspire peace and freedom and trust and all of those American buzzwords, and you’re doing a piss-poor job at it. You have to trust that Sam and Bucky are making the right decisions here, even if those decisions involve me and my husband.” You paused and titled your head in trademark Zemo fashion, a habit you had picked up from Helmut, and you said, “I think that you’re forgetting that you’re in the presence of a man-- the man-- who managed to dismantle the Avengers. Bucky wouldn’t have gotten him out of prison without a good fuckin’ reason, and I think that his help’s been pretty invaluable. But what do I know, right? I’m just his little cock-sleeve.”

You pushed John aside in order to go to the kitchen area and fulfill Helmut’s request of a drink, and you felt proud of yourself. You had wanted to put him in his place ever since you had first heard of him, and your stomach was warm with pride.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Zemo,” John called across the room as you settled a few ice cubes into a small tumbler. “Sometimes I just… I’m sorry.”

“I’m not sure if I want to accept that apology or not,” you replied. “Let me sleep on it.” You brought the drink back to Helmut, and he moved himself to sit up on the couch properly. You took the cool towel from his face and carefully pressed it to the back of his warm neck, and you watched John and Lamar exchange uncomfortable glances. “Oh, and, Captain?” you added, and he turned to look at you. “Missus is nice, but it’s Baroness Zemo to you.”

[sweetbuckybarnes]

Magpies - Seven

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky remembers (only slightly) what his ma used to say about magpies - and it's something Y/N even said. Suddenly, Bucky's relationship with Y/N was a test of the magpies' poem. But he knew they would get out on the other side, alive and together.

Word count: 416

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After Y/N had helped Wanda with her hex, she disappeared off the radar, she went back to the apartment she shares with Bucky and the kids, finding Bucky angrier than she's ever seen him before. "Bucky, love? What's the matter?" She gently asked, but there wasn't a reply.

She looked around the apartment trying to find anything wrong. There was nothing wrong in the kitchen. The kids were in their rooms doing their homework. But on the TV, was a man dressed like Steve, in the Captain America get-up, but it wasn't Steve...

"Who's that?" She asked, taking a look between the TV screen and Bucky.

"The new Captain America..." at that moment, Y/N's heart broke. She knew there was a reason Sam gave up the shield, but there was no reason for the U.S. Government to bestow the shield to someone else.

Her head dropped onto Bucky's shoulder, as she stayed quiet - comforting him with her presence and a kiss pressed often.

Y/N had made friends outside of the Avengers and trusted them to look after their kids.

She stood with Sam waiting for Bucky to come back from speaking to Zemo about something.

"What did you do?" Sam asked after Bucky suggested a hypothetical.

"You broke Zemo out of prison?" She both questioned and demanded, wondering what the helm was going on inside her husband's head to make him think it was such a brilliant idea, to break one of the men who brought back the winter soldier. "What in your right mind did you think this was a genius idea?"

Before Bucky could even start speaking, Y/N was already walking away before he could explain. "Doll. Doll! Please just listen to me!" He followed her out of the building - leaving Sam with Zemo, as she stood by the car.

"No, James!" Oh, shit he thought. It wasn't often she called him James, but when she did - he was definitely in the dog house... "I've already struggled with Wanda and the hex she made, and now I have no idea where she is. And now you, have decided to break fucking Zemo out of prison!"

"I'm sorry, doll," he said once she was finally looking at him. With her face held in his hands, Bucky gave her a grim smile. "I really didn't want to break Zemo out of prison. But, I have a feeling he is going to be part of the reason we steal the shield from Walker,"

[lovelybarnes]

reckless- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, platonic!sam wilson, platonic!natasha romanoff, platonic!steve rogers

warnings: mentions of injuries, descriptions of fighting, angry bucky, a horrible ending, i kind of really hate this

about: “the things i feel for her are unlike anything i’ve ever felt before.” for a sleepover!

i actually wrote another one with the same quote but i didn’t think it fit so i changed it (that one will be posted tomorrow or the day after so i can edit it)

you’re annoyingly reckless to a point where it gets dangerous.

he’s told you this a thousand times before but you don’t listen- aren’t listening at the moment.

he knows it’s ironic that he’s being reckless by not paying attention to what’s going on, too concentrated on you- even if you’ve told him countless times that you literally can’t die (to which he responds with a “you never know!” because, really do you?)- but he has a metal arm and sam, who’s been hovering around him like a vulture after noticing his lack of concentration.

before he can react to it, a slimy arm is promptly cut off by you, the blade you threw now back in your hands and stained green with the things’ blood. you scowl at it and shoot him a dirty look, “pay fucking attention!” you demand, shaking the weapon haphazardly to get the goo off. he can’t believe that the words came out of your mouth but rolls his eyes and obeys, knocking an ugly alien down and crushing its chest with his boot.

he can still hear your cocky remarks and giggles- yes, giggles, you giggle when you fight life threatening menaces- paired with the gross sounds of your knife impaling the aliens they’re fighting. it’s the only thing keeping him from practically babysitting you, a reassurance that you’re there, careless and impetuous, but alive and close.

suddenly, he can’t hear you, and he turns to what he quite possibly believes to be the most disgusting thing he’s seen in his life (and it’s been a long one, so far). you’re blue, covered in a slimy substance, and your face is so red, it’s beginning to look nearly purple with the cyan sheen over it. you screech abruptly, wiping at your face angrily and jumping at the thing that probably did that to you. he nearly feels pity for it. nearly, because, in your rage, you hadn’t even noticed the large gash along your shoulder. before he can go to you before you kill yourself, his metal arm feels like it’s being sucked, taking him with it, and he grunts. “what the fuck-” he manages, unsure of what he’s looking at, but trying to cut through the sticky arm attached to his own. you’re there in five seconds flat, still blue and still angry, which he notices makes the slicing through the appendage easier.

you seem to decide to stay with him after that, and he’s not sure if he’s offended because you don’t think he can take care of himself- which is ridiculous, since this only happened because he was taking care of you- or touched.

“god, i wish i had wanda’s powers. chaos magick works a lot faster than causing chaos,” you complain, trying to wipe away the blue sludge at the same time and wincing when it tugs at your injury. he is reminded of the shoulder wound he nearly got his arm ripped off for trying to warn you, and he stops your hand. “you’re bleeding, you should probably be a little more careful with this.” he motions to your arm, avoiding touching it.

you frown at him, “it’s fine, it’s just a little cut.” (it’s most certainly not a “little cut.”)

“y/n-”

you extend the hurt arm over him and flick your hands when you see an alien about to rip bucky’s head off, a grimace passing your face that he sees but you try to cover up anyways. “see? it hurts you, you need-”

“i just saved your life, would a hurt person be able to do that?” you cut him off, and he stares at you. noticing a green thing coming up behind you, he grabs your waist and moves you out of the way, shooting it with his gun and watching as it drops to the ground. “ow!” you protest, “you hurt my-” seeming to realize you’re about to prove him right, you shut up and roll your eyes. “you’re welcome,” bucky huffs, wiping away some of the blue stuff from your cheek.

your cheeks warm against his touch without your permission, and you turn away. bucky smirks at your reaction.

“shut up,” you grumble, extending your fingers and aiming at a group of the aliens ganging up on natasha. they freeze for the few seconds they’re under your control, and nat manages to take out two in the moment. the three left break out of the trance, turn to each other, and begin to fight. natasha makes eye contact with you in a form of thanks and starts to take the rest out. you hear a gun go off behind you and turn to see one of the things that sprayed you on the floor. bucky saved you again, great, it’s not like he’ll rub it in your face forever.

“you need to pay attention, what if i’m not here?” bucky scolds. “then never leave,” you flirt casually in response. with a few twirls of your finger, most of the aliens stop paying attention to your team and begin attacking their own teammates.

you don’t notice when one of the few unaffected beings picks up a discarded gun and shoots at you twice. bucky moves you away from a head shot, but one lands opposite to the bleeding slash on your shoulder, and the other hits your thigh.

“goddamnit, y/n, pay attention!” bucky growls, holding up your full weight when your adrenaline begins to run out and everything becomes blurry. “‘m fine,” you try to reassure, attempting to stand back on your wobbly legs. bucky doesn’t let you, shooting at as many aliens as he can with one gun. he turns to look at your state after he shoots most of them, allowing the others to take care of it while he tries to take care of you. his metal hand is touching the small device in his ear, telling the others the situation while his other arm holds you up. you might be delirious now, and your eyelids are becoming increasingly difficult to keep up. “hm, i’m not going to die, b’cky.” you tell him, noticing the increasing panic in his voice as he talks to steve. “stop saying that, how would you know if you haven’t died yet?”

his question is confusing for your foggy brain, so you decide to skip it, unknowingly making his worries worse. the blood running down your back isn’t stopping, and bucky stops for a second to lift you up completely, tucking his hand underneath your knees to carry you. at the tug at your thigh, you bite back a scream. bucky pretends not to notice; his hands are covered in a warm red. he’s trying his best to ignore it.

“don’t die,” bucky whispers again and again, making you frown, “how many times do i ‘ave to tell you i can’t die?”

“i’ll believe it when you don’t,” bucky mutters, and the blue sky turns to gray when he’s inside the quinjet. he sets you down on the medbay cot, looking lost as he calls out friday’s name. “yes, mister barnes?”

“y/n- uh-”

“do a scan on me and… and treat accordingly,” you interrupt. “scanning now,” friday obeys, and you turn to bucky. “by the time you figured it out i would have bled out.”

“that’s not funny, y/n,” bucky says seriously. you squeeze your eyes shut for a second, “calm down, i’ll be fine.” friday has enclosed you in some clear glass, red grids letting you know of your condition. “ooh, that’s bad,” you mumble, much to the dismay of your boyfriend. “what?” said boyfriend asks, and you wave him off as best you can- which means a pathetic bounce of your arm- and tell him to let friday do her thing. “we are not done here,” bucky instructs, but sits next to you and holds your hand. you can see his glossed eyes now, you wonder how you didn’t see them before.

“shouldn’t you be fighting?” you ask, a wave of exhaustion crashing over you. rest, your body begs. you’ll comply later. “they’re almost done, the chaos thing you did makes their job a lot easier.”

“‘s what i do,” you say breathily before falling asleep.

-

you’re still in the quinjet the next time you open your eyes, which lets you know it’s only been a few hours and you’re feeling better already. goddess healing, you think, looking around to see bucky’s hand still around yours. he looks worried, the hard lines usually softened by the sound of your voice as hard as you’ve ever seen them. you squeeze his fingers gently. “bucky,” you coo, “i’m not dying anymore.”

bucky turns to you immediately, squinting, “that’s not funny.” it’s like deja vu, but you’re not sure from where.

a vein on bucky’s neck throbs, and you’re aware that you’re pushing it, so you stop for a second, “i was just kidding, i-”

“no!-” bucky’s voice is near yelling, so he shuts his eyes for a moment, continuing in a lower voice, “you almost died, do you know how terrifying that is? you nearly bled out in my arms.” sam, nat and steve, who were waiting for you to wake up next to bucky, pause when he raises his voice. “bucky-” you start, softer now, trying to sit up. bucky stands, “listen to me!”

steve stands, beginning to put a hand on bucky’s shoulder, “buck-” he’s silenced with a cold look from bucky. sam gets to his feet too, telling steve and nat to give you both a minute. they do, after nat kisses your cheek like she always does when you get hurt. you’re sitting on the edge of the bed now, reaching for bucky, “bucky?”

“you don’t… you don’t know how much you scared me, y/n. you have to stop being so careless,” he says after a few seconds. you furrow your brows, “i’m not careless, i’m confident in my skills.”

“you are. you’re careless and reckless and hasty and i need you to not be,” he says harshly, you frown. “why? i’m fine and i’m always going to be-”

“you don’t- you don’t understand!-” bucky snaps. “then help me understand,” you implore. bucky closes his eyes tightly again, breathing in slowly. “the things... that i feel for you are unlike anything i have ever felt before, and i can’t- i can’t lose you, okay?”

“you’re not going to,” you assure, extending your arms towards him, noting the tiny ache in response. he walks over to you, letting you grab his jaw when he’s close, you run your fingers over his cheeks gently. “i’ll be more careful,” you promise. bucky nods, tucking his face into the dip of your neck. you run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, letting him squeeze your waist almost to reassure himself you’re actually there.

“hey,” you say quietly after a few moments, pressing tender kisses to bucky’s cheek, “sit down, i want to do something.” you stand, grabbing onto bucky’s arm when you stumble a little and promise him you’re fine and are taking it easy. you take out the first aid kit from one of the cabinets, setting it down next to bucky, opening it and taking out everything you need. you begin to clean his cuts, putting a pink hello kitty bandaid over one of his particularly bad ones. it’ll be gone within a day, but you can’t resist, and it makes him laugh.

you hum while you dab at a small scratch next to his eye, and he chuckles lowly, you look up at him, “what?”

“you’re still a little blue.”

[gaysindistress]

Sad girl - sixteen

summary: James has an interesting new business proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with.

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: cursing, Bucky’s smartass, mentions of sex, the feelings, Walker has decided that he wants to be Joe Goldberg

word count: 2.8k

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Busting through the hospital’s front doors, she runs up to the front desk, out of breath and with Nat in tow. The nurse looks up a little scared to see someone so frantic and angry at the same time. 

Tears are brimming in her eyes as she finally finds the breath to speak, “Barnes what room?”

“I’m going to need…” the nurse is interrupted by Doll’s loud and demanding voice. 

“James Barnes, what room is he in?”

The nurse gives her a tight-lipped smile as she types away at her computer, “And who are you?”

“His wife, what fucking room is he in?”

“He’s in the ICU but she can’t go in,” the nurse points at Nat. 

“Yes she can,” she grabs Nat by the wrist and drags her towards the elevator. 

The nurse stands to stop the two women however Steve comes out of the open elevator and gives her a look that has her sitting back down and not saying a word. 

“You” she points at him angrily as she stalks towards him, “You absolute dick, why didn’t you answer your phone when I called you?”

“I was a little busy.”

“Too busy to give me any sort of fucking information about my husband?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Steve tries to calm her down but to no avail. 

“I don’t care what you meant, just start talking. How is he and what happened?”

He clenches his jaw before explaining, “He was shot but he’s fine.”

“Excuse me? He was shot? And you didn’t think that was an important detail to tell me?” her voice breaks as fear and anger collide. She all but collapses into Steve as anxiety throws her into an attack.  

He guides both women into the elevator and keeps an arm around her as he speaks, “I didn’t want to worry you until we knew more. He’s asleep now but Doc said he’d probably be awake in the next hour or so.”

She nods, trying to regulate her breathing, and blindly searches for Nat’s hand. Nat’s hand finds hers first and squeezes Doll’s. The tears fall silently down her face and she doesn’t bother wiping them away. Steve takes note of her frazzled state; hair impossibly messy, leggings, Bucky’s old army sweatshirt, an oversized raincoat, and vans so tattered they must be from her high school days. 

The hand around her shoulder goes to her hand to pull it against his chest so he can whisper into her hair, “He’s going to be okay.” 

The elevator bell dings as she nods again, pulling away from him to wipe at her face. Nat is the one to help her walk towards the room while Steve is in front. The ICU is silent aside from the occasional beep from the various machines. Nurses and Doctors mill around the unit, taking care of the gravely ill and injured. Loved ones of other ICU patients keep their heads tucked down as they shuffle past the trio, no doubt holding back their own tears and fears. They stop before they go into the room and Steve tells them to stay put for a moment. Sam appears from the room and pulls Steve aside to whisper something before hauling the two women into a hug. 

“He’s awake and asking for you,” Sam tells her, rubbing his hand up and down her arm with a compassionate look. 

He’s awake and coherent which is good. He’s asking for her which is also good but it does nothing to calm the storm inside of her. She still has no idea what happened to him or what damage his body endured. Of course, anxiety pictures the worst-case scenario of him laying there missing limbs or barely alive, but no matter what she does it won’t leave her. 

Nat lets go of her hand, offering her a sad smile as she takes a step away. Doll wipes her tears again before stepping into the sterile white room. Machines like the walls, monitoring every vital sign possible and keeping him alive. In the center of the room is the bed that he’s lying in with his left arm covered in bandages but his chest otherwise bare. The sight of his dog tags missing from their usual place brings around another round of tears. The symbol of his strength, power, and past is gone, leaving him vulnerable to the world. She stills in the door frame at the sight of him, trying not to choke on her sobs. He hears the shaky breath that leaves her and cracks open his stunning blue eyes to check for the source. The weight of her sadness bridges the gap between them as she slowly approaches his bedside and takes a seat in the chair next to him. 

“Hi Doll,” his voice is gruff and hoarse, no doubt from sleep and pain. 

She reaches a hand to touch his arm, hesitating at the thought she might hurt him. 

“It’s okay, you’re not going to hurt me.”

“I might hurt Steve though,” she says as her tears start to fall again and she grabs his right hand, pulling it to her forehead as she leans against the bed. His heart breaks watching this woman fall apart in front of him. His own tears start to form at the sound of her sobs. 

“Come here,” he whispers, gently pulling her into him and sitting up. She lets go but only wraps her arms around him. Cautious of his left arm, she hugs him tightly and sits beside him on the bed. 

“No told me anything,” her words are muffled against his skin now wet from her tears, “I was so fucking scared, Bucky.”

Not trusting his own words, he nods in response and lets her go so they can look at each other. Their hands rejoin on her lap as her eyes look over his body for any other signs of injury aside from the obvious one. 

“I tried to call you myself but they wouldn’t let me. Steve even took my phone away. Did no one tell what happened?” he asks. 

“No, he just said that you’d been injured and sent the address. The bastard wouldn’t say anything else and I about shot him when I saw him in the lobby.”

“Yeah, he’s not much of a talker sometimes,” his voice softens when he takes her in; her frazzled appearance and tear-stricken face do nothing to hide her beauty. The pure concern and worry she carries tugs at his heart, making him believe that he’s never loved her more than he does at this moment. 

“And I don’t take well to being left in the dark so he’s going to have to learn to be a talker real soon or so help me god.” 

“Even when you’re crying, you still find a way to threaten people and make me fall even harder for you,” The words slip out faster than he had intended, maybe due to the painkillers or the tension of the situation. 

She swallows at the words and her eyes snap up to his to see if there’s a hint of anything in them. He tries to backpedal out of it but her intense stare stops him.

“You love me?”

He continues to stumble over his words and thoughts, his brain unable to come up with a single word as she stares at him in confusion and hope. Hope is all she has anymore; hope that her mother is safe, hope that her father will raise Morgan better than he did her, hope that John Walker will walk right out of her life without a second thought, and hope that Bucky feels for her what she feels for him. Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like her to have but she has it. 

“I need you to answer me right now, do you love me?”

Between shaky breaths, he whispers out his response, “I do. I love you so much it hurts and it scares me. Every day I fall harder and harder for you and it’s torture not knowing if you feel the same. I lose my mind whenever you’re not around because you consume my every thought and all I can think about is you. And I know that you were forced into this so you don’t love me back and I’ve accepted that. I can live with that as long as I have you close and I know that’s selfish but I can’t help it.”

“What makes you think I don’t love you?”

“You’ve made it very clear that you will never be mine,” his brows knit together in confusion at her question. It’s so obvious to him that she’s only faking her feelings for him because of the arrangement.

“I love you, James Barnes, more than you’ll ever know and I cannot, for the life of me, figure out how you can’t see that. I know what I said in the beginning and that was out of frustration with my father but I never let that change what I feel for you. At first I blamed you because I thought you wanted this but now I know you didn’t have a choice either. What I feel for you, the love I have for you, is 100% real and I’m not going anywhere,” she seals her confession with a kiss, one completely different than any they have shared before. 

This kiss is not a battle for power, it’s an admission of their love for each other. The need to show their love overcomes them as they kiss, lips lazily sliding against one other in an effort to map every centimeter of skin. 

Pulling away to rest her forehead on his, she speaks again, “I love you but do not ever scare me like that again or I will kill you myself.”

A hearty laugh rattles his body and those three words warm his hear, “I promise to be more careful from now on, my love.”

“You better be. I kind of like having you around.”

“Only kind of?’

“Okay, maybe a lot but that’s all you’re getting. I’m still mad at you for this,” she circles a lazy air around his left shoulder. 

“It’s not that bad. I’ve had worse,” he settles back into the bed as he teases her. 

“Well, I haven’t so keep yourself in one piece, please, and thank you.”

He fake salutes her with their joined hands earning a breathy laugh from her. Spotting his sweater under her coat, the love in his chest grows. 

“You’re wearing my clothes and you said I love you first. I think I should get an apology.”

“What?” she looks down at her torso, “Oh well I missed you and I haven’t seen you wear it so I figured it was fine. Wait, what do you mean by an apology?”

“Remember all of those times you fought with me about ‘how you were never going to be mine’? I think I deserve an apology for that because here we are.”

Rolling her eyes at him, she sighs, “I’m sorry your highness for hurting your ego. I’m still not property but yes, subjectively, I am yours but you are also mine.”

Raising their hands, he kisses the back of hers and says, “Yes I am yours, Doll.”

A week of sleepless nights and anxiety-ridden days is what it took for Bucky to come home. Since the bullet embedded into the side of his humerus, there wasn’t much that the doctors needed to monitor. The blood transfusion had been successful, there were no major arteries hit, and his humerus, while it needed surgery, wasn’t completely shattered. Steve and Sam teased him endlessly during that week that he was one lucky son of bitch and that if it had been anyone else, they wouldn’t have survived. He claimed his lucky rabbit’s foot had been Doll and the thought of making it back safe to her which earned many eye rolls, chuckles, and a gentle slap to the uninjured arm from her. 

No one else had been in the room when they confessed their love for each other; however, it was evident in the way they looked at each other and how her hand always held his. It might have also been the fact that the dog tag chain was now around her neck rather than Bucky’s. Regardless no one mentioned it all agreed that they were happy for Mr. and Mrs. Barnes. 

On his discharge day, she’s a tad bit distraught, constantly asking him if he’s okay or in pain and never leaving his side. Doctors and nurses are giving each other side eyes as they watch the woman worry over the comically large man. 

“I promise I’m okay. I’ll tell you if something is wrong,” he says to her with one hand on her cheek so she has to look at him and acknowledge his words. 

“I know, it’s just…” she trails off as she looks at his arm bandaged and in a sling. 

“You worry, I know but I’m fine. It’s nothing I can’t handle,” in classic Bucky fashion, his hand slides to the back of her neck to bring his lips to her forehead. 

Once the caravan of SUVs and men in black make it back to Barnes' home, the questions are boiling inside of her. She refrains from asking her million questions until he’s settled and comfortable. He, on the other hand, can feel her nervousness as she bounced her leg the entire ride home and her hands shake slightly on his bicep. The painkillers make it so he’s not bothered by it but he does make a mental note to ask her what’s going through her head later on. 

Making it up the stairs and into their shared bedroom that he hadn’t even seen yet, she leads him to the bed and leaves him to grab the rest of his stuff from Sam. 

“Here you go,” says Sam, handing her Bucky’s mission backpack and the hospital bag with his clothes from that day. 

“Thank you. Can you stay with him while I grab water and some other stuff?”

“How about I go and get it for you? What do you want?”

“Um sure. Just some water bottles and my computer from his office.”

Sam nods before heading downstairs and she returns to the bed, taking a seat next to Bucky. 

“What do you want to know first?” he speaks up, feeling her eyes on him while his eyes are closed as he reclines against the cushioned headboard. 

“What was the mission?”

“A senator was in over his head and lost some files he wasn’t supposed to. We were sent in to get them back but weren’t told that it was at the Wakandan’s headquarters.”

“The Wakandans were the ones who shot you?”

“I didn’t see who it was but I’m assuming so. We were on our way out when it happened so I had my back turned.”

He can hear her take a deep sigh before she continues, “You said this wasn’t the worst injury you’ve had.”

Slowly nodding his head, he opens his eyes to look at her, “During my deployment, I was shot in the same shoulder and shattered my clavicle. It caused some arterial blood to spill into the lung and my lung almost collapsed.”

“Jesus,” her eyes surveyed his arm and shoulder for any sign of scars. She spots several faded scars across his collarbone and his ribcage. Her fingers lightly brush over the scars as she studies them. 

“Nothing can beat the burn of your side eye though,” he chuckles as she continues to run her fingers over his torso. 

“You’re one to speak. Your side eye is worse than mine.”

“Agree to disagree.” 

She removes her hand and looks back up at him, “You promised me a date however I don’t know if you’re in any condition to go out.”

He tries to sit up a bit, causing his arm to move in an awkward position and him to wince. 

“Exactly, stay where you are,” she guides him to lean back again, “how about we have a stay-in date? I’ll make dinner.”

“That’s not a date. That’s an average night for a married couple.”

“Then we’ll wait until you’re fully healed,” she snips back playfully. 

The side eye comes out once again, “Fine but we’re not counting this as a first date.”

She suppresses a laugh as she pulls out her phone to plan their not date. Bucky’s right arm wraps around her and tugs her to lie down with him. Settling into the bed, he’s content to finally be home with his girl as she lays with her head on his chest.

[uni-artsssy]

Reader x Avengers: The Black Abyss Pt2

|Part one|

“Building? What building?”

“The one not too far from here? That’s where I was. I was stuck on this curve in this–”

“Y/N! Oh my god!” Nat gasped coming out from the trees along with Steve,Bucky, Sam and Thor.

“Thank god you’re okay.” Nat rushes to pull me into a hug. An awkward one, too. As if she didn’t know how to give one. Her arms extended stiffly and draped around my shoulders.

“Yeah, I’m…fine. Uh so how are we gonna get home?” I questioned, pulling away from Nat’s arms while everyone else walked to the inside of the jet.

“The engine seems to be working—” Tony bumped Steve’s arm before he could finish his sentence. They both stare at each other, Tony’s back towards me while Steve faces the opposite direction. They just stood like that. Not moving or saying anything.

“Wait but Tony said that the engine didn’t work.” I asked, causing them to break from each other and to look back at me. Tony fully turned around to face me from his spot inside the jet.

“Are you going to come in?” Tony demanded. I hadn’t realized I was still standing outside, something just wasn’t right. He didn’t answer my question. He said the engine wasn’t working, right? And Steve said it is.

“Are you going to answer my question?”

“Oh, c’mon. I made a mistake. It is working, don't look too deep into it.” He sounded annoyed, but like before, he showed no physical signs of annoyance. No eyerolls, foot taps or slouched shoulders. Everyone was like that. They all just stared at me, some wide eyed. I take a few steps closer to the entrance of the jet, stopping just at the ramp. I could feel my stomach twist. I stared right back at them.

“Well?” Nat spat with a blank stare from her spot in the corner.

I took one last step, planting both feet on the ramp. Looking down I see the brown leather of the journal I was reading and that’s when it hit me. I look back up.

‘Could they be the creatures the journal was talking about?’

I take another step.

‘Could they be shapeshifters?’

Another step

‘Did they kill the real team?’

The moment I stepped foot in the jet is when everyone started moving, some sitting on the seats while others moved random things around. I don’t want to cause a scene in case these are the real Avengers, I look around for a possible scenario to prove my theory. My eyes land on Thor’s hammer, Mjolnir, resting on a seat across from Nat.

“Hey, Thor?”

“Yes?What is it?”

“Can you move your hammer, please? I wanna sit here.”

“Why can’t you?”

“Because I don’t want to be rude.”

Thor quickly glances to the side before walking over to the seat where his hammer is. He stops to stand in front of it, me standing to the side. He grabs onto the leather covered handle, his knuckles turning white as he tries to lift the hammer. Letting out small grunts between each pull. Knowing the lore behind mjolnir, my heartbeat picks up, my eyes grow wide. The others must have noticed my reaction because they all stood up in unison. All with the same blank,wide eyed stare.

There was a moment of silence that seemed to last for seemingly forever.

‘RUN!’

I made a dash for the door, I could hear my name being called in the background. The more and more it was said, the more it started to distort. I could hear Steve’s voice mixed with a much more deepened and much more demonic undertone.

I ran back in the direction of the facility building I came out of before. The bushes and leaves rustle on either side of me. It’s them. Their voices mimic those of my teammates, taunting me. Trying to lure me in, but I keep on looking forward and try my best to block them out.

The rustling from the right side of me sped up quickly and came to a halt when the creature immured from it. It’s wide lengthy torso and limbs twist and contort into the figure of Bucky. It lunges towards me shifting back into its original form only to land in the bushes behind me. As if it was playing with me. I took the chance to start running again. Not stopping until I made it to the doors, even with the intimidation of the leaves rustling.

The moment the big doors closed behind me, all the noises stopped. The only thing that could be heard was my heavy breathing. Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I lifted the journal to see it was smeared with blood, reminding me of my wounded hand. The pain started to kick in as I could feel tiny, tingly sensations double from the cut. It actually stung like a bitch.

I look to my right to see a hallway that was eliminated by the fluorescent lights that hung on the ceilings. Looking down the hall I was able to see a doorway that led to a staircase, as I walked down the hall a sign with a gray arrow labeled “Infirmary” pointed to the staircase. Stepping inside the stairway there were two staircases going in opposite directions. One was going up, The wall it was attached to was labeled “Floor 2” and under it a list of different locations. The other case went down, the labels were ”Basement” and it had lists of the locations down there. One of them being the infirmary.

The way down was dark and I couldn’t see where the steps were, so I held tightly onto the railing with my non-injured hand. Finally making it to the bottom, I push open the door leading me into yet again, another hallway. The lights down here were dim, sometimes they would flicker every now and then. Like any typical hallway there were doors on each side, they all had small windows like the ones on the first floor, but on the other side of the doors it was pitch black so you couldn’t see inside of them but some were labeled. “Hazardous”, “Bio Nuclear Testing”, “Teair 5 Testing Room” and a lot more just to name a few. I finally arrived at the infirmary room. I turn the handle and walk in slowly as the motion sensor lights come on(nearly giving a heart attack may I add). I rush over to the sink, sitting the journal down on the desk next to the door, and quickly turn on the faucet to rinse my hand on the blood. And that’s when I heard something like metal creaking before finally hitting the ground. It was coming from the first floor.

‘It’s probably them’ I thought to myself. Quickly turning off the water to grab a towel and dab my hand dry, hastily looking in the cabinets for some gauze wrap. Having found them in a drawer, I speedily wrapped my hand in the cloth, stopping mid way and looking to the door when I heard loud creaking and stomping coming down the hallway. I swiftly look back to my hand to finish wrapping, the stomping getting louder and louder as it approaches the infirmary. Now knowing I run out I look for a place to hide, finding a spot beside one of the medical beds that had the curtains half open-half closed.

On my hands and knees, I slowly look over the corner of the bed to see the thing come in. The loud sporadic stompings turned into shoe tappings. It had finally walked it, now in human form. I couldn’t see the face all too well but with the curly shoulder length red hair and fair skin, I had already known who it had shifted into. In it’s spot at the doorway it would only turn its head. Nearly making eye contact with me. It’s widened eyes showing all the what around the green iris, its gaze lingered on my side of the room before turning its head again to the other side. I could see it raise something up to its face like it was observing something. That's when I realized I had left the journal over in the same area. I hold my breath as I lean further around the corner of the bed to get a better look of if it was holding the journal, letting out a silent gasp when I could see it hold exactly that. The way it was observing the book, turning it from the front to the back, smelling it and then finally slipping the small book into it’s back pocket.

‘Crap! Blood was still on the book!’

After it had finished whatever it was doing, it turned around and left. With the book. Great. I wait an extra minute before getting up from the floor. I tip toe over to the door peeking around the corner before leaving the room. Looking both ways making sure the halls were clear.

‘I have to get that journal back’

I walk back down the hall leading to the staircase up to the first floor. I stop at the first step hearing an echo coming from behind me. Growling. The same kind that came from that bottomless pit I nearly slipped into. The echoed growls partnered with the ground shaking stomps that followed it grew louder and louder.

“Y/N...” it called my name in its distorted version of Nat’s voice,”I know you're down here...” it’s voice cracked and deepened with each word.

Seeing the lights in the hall vigorously flicker on and off I run up the flight of stairs. I looked back to see how close it was, and right behind me was a freaky hybrid of the creature’s elongated, venomous black figure with the face shape of Nat but it’s eyes are sheer black and it’s jaw stretched beyond anything humanly possible. It’s slick slender claws reached out to grab me, knowing I couldn’t out run the creature to shield my face and prepare for my fate, waiting for the slender claws to grip on me and swiftly pull me down towards it, it never came. I opened my eyes and lowered my arms to see that I was moving further away from it though I had already stopped running. It let out an ear bursting screech looking me dead in my eyes.

I could see red mist flowing around me, I looked up to see a brought light source of the mist at the very top floor…

“Wanda?” I whisper, her face becoming more and more clear as I float closer to her. It’s visible that she struggles to pull me higher. Her sweat glossing over the grim and blood on her face, her fingers strain as she spreads them apart as her lips part to show her full set of teeth.

Finally dropping to her knees once I’m over the railing. Hands slam against the floor to keep herself from fully face planting on the tiled floor. A pale hand is placed on her shoulder.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?”

’Peter?’ His brown hair is messy, some strands sticking to his face. His brown eyes staring back to mine, in them I can see worry, fear, slight relief. His furrowed brows wrinkled the skin between them and his mouth slightly gaped.

“Yeah,I-I’m fine. Thanks to Wanda.” I tilted my head to her. She still faced the floor. But her breathing is steady.

“Good to know-” a voice came behind me as a sturdy hand was now placed onto my shoulder. I looked up to see the man that stood behind me.

“Clint!” I stand to hug him. He winces slightly but hugs me back. He lets out a small chuckle.

The faint screeching from below broke us apart as we all stared at each other.

“We should probably move away from here” Wanda spoke up as she pushed herself off the ground, Peter helping her do so.

We walked down the dark passage, the light of wanda’s magic illuminated our way, though her scarlet red mist does seem a bit faint.

“What’s wrong with Wanda?” I whisper to Peter, we slow our pase so that we walked further behind Wanda, Peter takes a quick glance from Wanda to me,

“I don’t know to be honest. But I think it was from when she was fighting off that...demon...shape shifting-thingy,” he theorizes,”When it turned into her, it was like it was taking some of her magic y’know?”

“If there’s a monster version of Wanda, how do we know if this is the real one?” I questioned. I think this question stumped Peter because after I asked he just stared at me, those same brown eyes now show me uncertainty.

“I just think that she is. She doesn’t give off unsettling vibes like the rest do-”

“You two are really slow, you know that?” Clint butts in, “Enough conspiracy theories-”

“Yeah, we’ve arrived.” Wanda rushes her line before anyone can say anything.

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