#and her punk little assistant had to count on her fingers if her teammates made it

[asthedeathoflight]

Was going to make a post about how when Swan is counting off all the Warriors in Woodlawn Cemetery she doesn't do it in roll call order but she does put Ajax and Rembrandt right next to each other, which would indicate theyre standing near one another (when u are obsessed with a ship which is not actually real u gotta take what u can get) but I went back in the lyrics and Swan actually DOES say their names in roll call order BUT she swaps herself for Cleon. Diabolical. This fucking album man.

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Soft Names, Soft Touches

Chapter Four

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Pairing: Bucky x OC |  Word Count: 4.2K+

Warnings: Swearing. Fluff. Russian that may or may not be correct. Mild sexual content.

Five days later Franki sat on the couch in the communal living room watching the team laugh and chat, the TV on in the background, and Steve’s hand sitting beneath hers. Steve’s idea had initially seemed so crazy but, after hearing the reasoning behind it, Wanda’s theory, and letting Tony run tests along with Doctor Cho, the results had been surprising. While Hydra had never been able to dissect her genetic code, or, figure out her mutation, Doctor Cho’s lab and equipment were top of the line, very advanced, and had managed to get much further before the samples degraded.

Her healing factor and inability to feel pain was, as expected, part of her mutation. As long as the tissue was in some way connected to her, it regenerated, but, once it was removed, it degraded quickly. However, when Doctor Cho had delved deeper into her genetics, they had found something surprising. Franki shouldn’t have been able to feel much of anything. Soft, hard, pain, pleasure, nothing should have phased her, but, the serum had had a surprising effect. While it had wholly ignored her pain receptors, it had enhanced her skins ability to feel light contact. It was why she preferred to be fully covered or submerged in the pool. The uniform pressure kept her from over stimulating.

Doctor Cho had been surprised that the Chinese had not figured this out but, after a few more questions, Franki had sighed and quietly explained to the Doc, trying to keep as few people as possible from overhearing, about her time in the Hydra base. They had kept them all barely clothed, the girls they’d taken, shorts and sports bra only, no different than how Steve had found her. This exposure had kept her skin constantly overstimulated, almost to the point of numbness, and she had grown used to it even though it was incredibly uncomfortable. Alone in a cell most of the time, it was only when training, or, towards the end when she’d been an experiment, that she had contact with others. Brutal contact. It was like they were trying to elicit a pain response and just kept hitting her harder and harder.

Even the scientists had been brutal. Grabbing, jabbing hands, unconcerned with her comfort because they knew she felt nothing. Their touch had been nausea-inducing, but she’d done her best to keep that information to herself. Whenever they came for her, she fought like a tiger until they beat her into submission. Bloody and bruised, it mattered little how they touched her because she was so dead inside nothing registered.

Doctor Cho’s horror had been apparent on her face, but Franki had just shrugged. It was what it was, and nothing could change her past. Once she’d been free to choose her own clothing, she had made sure it was long of sleeve and covered her completely, allowing her to escape for the most part the response of her skin.

With a little assistance from Bucky and Natasha, the only ones currently capable of maintaining physical contact for more extended periods, they had started to map her threshold, the place where feeling became nothing. Franki had found it all rather fascinating, especially the speculation on her ability to tell friend from foe directly through touch. It wasn’t exactly something she could test in the lab, and it remained just a theory for now.

So, here she sat, slowly breathing through the bubbling anxiety and need to wrench her hand away that filled her with the feeling of Steve’s fingers beneath her own. It helped that Bucky stood watching at the bar, his smile one of pride that she could focus on.

“You’re doing great, Franki,” Steve murmured, a smile on his face and in his eyes. Today was the first day she’d made it past the five-minute mark and hadn’t needed to pull her hand away.

“Thanks,” she said, distracted by the way Bucky licked the rim of his glass.

Glancing towards his best friend, Steve’s grin got wider with the knowing light in Bucky’s bright blue eyes. The man was providing a distraction for his nervous girl. “I know I’ve said it before, but I’m thrilled that you and Buck are together. You both deserve to be happy.”

“Hmm, yes, happy,” she murmured, watching Bucky trail his fingers over the sweating surface of the glass.

Steve’s grin turned just slightly slyer with her distraction. “I like his soft name. Fits. Kind of makes me wish for one of my own.”

Bucky’s fingers just kept sliding up and down the wet edge. Up and down. Up and down. A caress she knew only too well. She knew his touch, little ones, light ones, ones that came to her hand or her arm, her shoulder or her shin. Always gentle. Soft. So careful. They were addicting. “Hmm?” She hummed, having missed what Cap had said.

“Soft names. I wish I had one.” He grinned, not at all upset she was ignoring him. They were pushing ten minutes, and she hadn’t shivered in the past four.

“Belyy rystar’,” she murmured.

“What?”

The shocked voice broke the spell she’d been under, and she darted startled eyes to Steve. “I-I… huh?” Franki made to pull away, but his fingers were quick to close around hers, sending a jolt of panic through her body. “Steve!” Her outraged squawk drew all eyes to her.

Instantly regretting the action, he immediately let go and held up his hands. “That’s on me, Franki. Sorry, but what did you call me?”

“Whatcha doing, pal?” Bucky nearly growled, arriving in front of them.

“It is fine, Bucky. Cap’s reaction was instinctive. I’m fine.” She was so embarrassed. Why couldn’t she just be normal with them? These were her friends for Thor’s sake!

A light flush coloured her face and had Bucky crouching down. “Hey, hey, hey, doll face. None of that now. You did real good, and not everything is going to change overnight.”

His hand caressed her cheek, and she sighed, the feeling one of sweet pleasure. “I know.” At least with him, she was fine.

“Now, you going to answer Cap’s question?” he grinned smugly at her.

Groaning, hand going to her eyes, Franki sighed, “Belyy rystar’,” she said, “It means white knight.”

“Really?”

The soft, breathy question was so unlike Cap that she glanced at him uncertainly. A smile was slowly growing into a massive grin, his blue eyes wide and sparkling, and she chuckled in surprise. “I take it you approve?”

“Heck, yah!” Steve smirked a crooked grin at Bucky.

Shaking her head, Franki got to her feet and turned to go. “Then that is all that matters. I am off to meet Peter. He is assisting me with something today.”

“Spider punk? What?” Bucky grumbled. “Why?”

He was suddenly on his feet and crowding her, causing her skin to hum gently with his closeness. “It is my first day back to training. I am officially cleared for duty and Peter, and I have been talking. He’s going to help me with a new move. Something that might make getting in and out of places easier.”

“Can I watch?” Natasha called out from the kitchen, grinning at the scowl on Barnes’ face. Ever since he and Franki had gotten together, he’d been a bit overbearing and seriously protective. She liked it on him, even when it got a touch annoying. Franki had never had someone care for her the way Bucky did, and it made Nat happy for her.

“Da, if you wish.” Franki shrugged.

“What move?” Steve asked, also curious.

“A pendulum swing,” Franki said, walking away to get ready.

“You sure that’s such a good idea, doll? You just got cleared for active duty,” Bucky cautioned only to be shot a narrowed, silver-eyed glare.

“Would you prefer I prove my recovery by kicking your ass, Barnes? I could oblige you if that is your wish,” Franki quipped.

“Oh! Them’s fighting words!” Sam chortled, nudging Tony.

“She needs to test the new suit anyway,” Tony stated, sauntering closer. “Why not go a few rounds with sunshine here and then work with the spiderling.”

“Someone talking about me?” Peter asked, a wide grin on his face as he came through the door. It fell quickly when Bucky turned cold eyes his direction. “What I do? I just got here!”

“Nothing, Peter. You don’t worry about him.” She poked Bucky in the chest. “Stark, my suit?” Franki called on her way towards the door.

“In your room, doll.” He smirked at Bucky when the man glared at him. “What?”

“Stop encouraging her.” To anyone else that looked would have struck fear in their hearts. To his teammates, it simply made them laugh. “Ingrates.” Huffing, he stalked towards Peter. “You be careful with my woman, spider punk. Or else.”

“Yup! Uh huh! Whatever you say, Bucky!” Peter yelped, leaping out of the way and ending up halfway to the ceiling, hanging from the wall.

Stalking from the room, choosing to ignore the loud laughter behind him, Bucky followed after Francessca to her door and knocked firmly. “Franki?”

“I’m doing this, Bucky. Don’t be such a fuddy-duddy,” she called out, dragging the new suit up her body and shimmying her hips into it. It was a little stiffer than the last one, and she could see some of the modifications Tony had made in the mesh of wires that ran through the fabric.

Disliking yelling at her through the door, he tried the handle and walked in when it turned. “Look, baby, it ain’t that… I… don’t… want…” He had expected her to be in her bedroom, not standing in the sitting room, clothing strewn around her with her back to him, hair already tied up, her bodysuit only to her waist leaving her back and all that beautiful skin bare. “Wow…” he whispered, swinging the door closed behind him.

“So much for being a gentleman and turning around,” Franki stated, glaring at him over her shoulder.

He knew he should, really, but good god she was a gorgeous woman. The muscles of her back were sleek and toned, captivating, and he couldn’t help but stare. “Francessca…”

A small smile twitched her lips when she slipped her arms into the sleeves. “See something you like, soldier?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I really do.” Five days. Five days of soft touches and timid exploration. Five days of sweet innocence and drugging kisses. Five days was all it had taken to have him drowning in her and craving more. The suit came up, and she shrugged into it, covering her arms and shoulders, tugging it together in the front before he was able to find his voice again. “Malyutka, leave the zipper and turn around.”

“Bucky?” His hands were suddenly on her shoulders, his crossing of the room swift and silent.

“I would really appreciate it if you would leave the zipper and turn around,” he murmured, his voice deep and husky, sensual sounding.

A shiver traced her for his presence was heady. He was always so careful to make sure she was comfortable, unafraid with each step forwards they took, that, this time, to hear that growl like it was a command made her quiver in anticipation. He never demanded and the fact that this one time it had started that way, it aroused her greatly. Far greater than she had expected.

He was a good man, she knew this right down to her soul. He would never hurt her, not ever, but to know she tested the control he was so careful of… it thrilled her.

Tilting her head, Franki looked up and back at him, arching just slightly with the move, and watched his blue eyes shift from her face to her front. She knew what he would see, the expanse of skin that flowed from her throat straight down to just below her navel. How her suit clung to the generous curve of her breasts, leaving the inner edge bare, and how her hands, covered with the suits half gloves, wandered the teeth of the zipper he’d asked to remain undone. Red nails trailed down to the tab and held there, waiting. “This zipper?” she purred.

Was the little minx teasing him? Her silver eyes danced with fire and desire. The little minx was teasing him! Elated, Bucky moved slowly around to stand before her, his hands tracing down her arms to land softly on her waist. “You like teasing me, doll face?”

“Da,” she cooed, smile spreading over her lips. “I really do.”

Grinning, he let his eyes trail over the gap in her suit, admiring the perfection of her sleek form. “Can I touch you, Franki?”

Another shiver streaked her spine, all heat and need. “I wish you would, James.”

Fuck me! He damn near groaned finding himself achingly hard. She never said his name and to hear it fall from her gorgeous lips left him breathless. Looking into her eyes, he slowly dropped to his knees before her. “You stop me if it gets to be too much, Francessca.”

“Snegopad?” She had no idea what he was doing, but when his eyes fell from hers to focus on the patch of skin below her navel, she inhaled sharply. Then his lips pressed there, and she wallowed in the sensation of warm breath and sensually stroking tongue. “Oh, god. Bucky!” Her hands went to his hair when teeth pressed into her flesh.

“You okay, baby?” he chuckled, mouth not entirely lifting from her soft skin.

“I… oh!” She’d never felt anything like it. His hands always felt so good, their touch creating tingles and pleasurable waves of sensation, but this was so different. It was hot, his breath washing over her skin, then cold when his saliva caught the air, heat still gathered but it was much more intense, and slick wetness was pooling between her thighs. “Bozhe moi!” she cried out, a plea to god.

“Moya zvezdochka,” he growled pressing his nose to her stomach and inhaling her frost and vanilla scent. “Talk to me.” Her hand was clenched tightly in his hair, but she wasn’t trying to drag his head away. If anything she was holding him there, mouth to her skin, keeping his lips dragging over exquisitely smooth flesh.

Throwing her head back, gasping, crying out in wonder, Franki moaned, “Don’t stop!”

Smirking against her stomach, Bucky swept his tongue over the sleek muscles of her abdomen, felt them clench in reaction, and could have purred with pleasure. She tasted like candy, like she was a sweet just for him, made for him. The hands at her waist shifted slowly to draw her closer as he kissed his way up her abdomen until he could press his nose between her breasts. The soft mounds brushed his cheeks, and he licked the underside and inner curve of what was bare.

Franki’s knees buckled.

Landing on his thighs, he held her against him while she panted. “Francessca?”

Slightly muffled, her name was a question that demanded an answer. He was giving her a choice. Stop or continue. Looking down, his blue eyes dark pools of arousal, she whispered, “Don’t stop…”

“Franki,” Her trust in him was humbling. Holding her gaze, he slipped his flesh hand between them and gently peeled her suit from her, baring her breast. Her lips parted on a soft exhale, a little gasp when the zipper rubbed her nipple, but he didn’t look away from her eyes. He wanted to see it, see her reaction the very first time he touched her so intimately. Slowly, he skimmed his mouth over the curve, the swell of soft skin until he neared the apex. Her heavy panting had increased, her flesh pinking with the flow of blood to the surface, and silver eyes darkened to steel as he watched.

He hovered there, warm breath washing over her nipple, causing it to swell in reaction. Unable to take the tension she whispered, “Bucky, please!” Moist heat closed over her, and she nearly screamed with the sensation, only just managing to contain herself to a quiet groan.

Her back bowed impossibly deep, and he growled with how fucking sexy she was. Blind eyes, parted panting lips, a flush darkening all her creamy skin, and an endless stream of nonsense Russian was pouring from her. Everything from pleas to a deity, to sweet moans, to soft swears, and some seriously dirty ones that he was astounded she even knew. Suckling on her gently, he was barely able to contain his own groan when her knees slipped from his thighs, one sliding between his legs and rubbing against his cock, the steel rod that had lodged itself inside his jeans. It was only the strength of his arm at her back that kept her up where he could keep his mouth on her breast, licking and flicking the hard bud of her nipple and sucking the velvet skin back into his mouth.

The tight coil that grew into life every time he touched her was so incredibly strong that she thought it would simply snap at any moment. “Oh, oh, snegopad!” Breath hitching, she tugged on his hair. “I don’t… I can’t… Bucky!”

With her panicked squeal, he instantly lifted his head and drew her closer, holding her against his chest with a gentle touch. “Shh, malyutka. I’ve got you, doll.” Her arms went around his neck, and he smiled against her throat for she no longer hesitated to touch him.

Resting there a moment, regaining the balance he’d stolen from her, Franki sighed and turned her face into his throat. Breathing in the smoky scent of his skin, she felt a little giddy, a little light headed and lifted up enough to whisper against his ear, “You quite overwhelm me… James.”

Her teeth found his earlobe and tugged shooting a bolt of desire straight to his overly insistent cock. Pulling back enough to see her face, he smirked at the smile that graced her lips. “You making a pass at me, Franki? Cause ya know, if in you are, I may just have to talk to HR or something about this harassment.”

That smile had been appearing more and more often on one James Buchannan Barnes’ face, and she was finding herself very fond of it, but she couldn’t let him get away with his teasing without teasing him back. She scoffed a little when she said, “Ease up there, mister. Why you bustin’ my chops already?” The look on his face had her bursting into peals of laughter.

She’d sounded like a dame from his old neighbourhood and shocked the shit out of him. “How the hell did you do that?”

Continuing to chuckle, she gently cupped both of his cheeks and laid a smacking kiss to his lips. “It’s called the internet my dear Bucky. A little Googling of forty’s lingo and listening to you and Steve reminisce, it wasn’t that hard to pick up.” Patting his cheeks with a bit more force than necessary, she pressed back and watched his eyes fall to her chest. It was only then she remembered her state of undress and made to right herself.

“Don’t!” Bucky entreated, grabbing her wrists. “Don’t hide from me,” he pleaded softly when she stiffened. “You’re so damn gorgeous.” Her thighs had clamped down on his to keep from sliding off his lap when he’d captured her wrists, an action that reinforced just how strong her legs truly were. Once she joined him in his bed, they would strangle him when he loved her, he was sure of it. “Don’t ever hide from me, baby.” Going slow, he released her wrist to press his flesh hand to her taut stomach. Sliding beneath the fabric of her suit, he caressed the silky skin up her ribcage until he could gently cup her pert mound. “You like that, doll?” A moan escaped her lips as her eyelids fluttered shut.

“Yes…” It was heaven his touch. So sensual it was captivating.                                 

“I could just touch you all day, sugar and never get enough.” But they had already surpassed her threshold once, and he wasn’t about to do it again, not when she was supposed to go play with the spider. Caressing the soft mound with its succulent rose coloured nipple one last time, he carefully drew her suit back over her chest and pulled up the zipper. The new suit ended at the hollow base of her throat, and he gently cupped her nape, arching her forwards to press a soft kiss to her thrumming pulse. “Take a deep breath, moya zvezdochka. It’s past time we joined the others.”

Closing her fists in his shirt, she jerked him forwards and planted her lips on his. Tilting just slightly, Franki nipped his bottom lip, kissed him thoroughly until her lips felt swollen, and pulled back only when she could no longer breathe. His lips chased after hers, and she used her very special skill set to slip out of his grasp and across the room. “And whose fault is it we are late, Sergeant? Did I come barging into your room?”

Hands on her hips, she cocked an eyebrow at him that had him wondering just how she’d gotten all the way over there when she had so recently been right in front of him. “What’s your beef, sugar? I didn’t hear you complainin’.” Laughter danced in her silver eyes and a small smile twitched her lips.

“No complaints here, Sarge,” she threw over her shoulder, striding for the door. When a large metal hand landed on it above her head, Franki had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. “Something you need, soldier?” His opposite hand snaked around her stomach and jerked her back against him.

“Just a reminder, malyutka. You’re mine first before you get to play with Parker and if I don’t like how the session goes, I ain’t letting you try this cock-o-mammy scheme of yours.”

Her skin hummed where his breath washed over it, and she shivered minutely, but she wasn’t going to be deterred. It had been five days, and she needed to move. “You know I have the same needs as you and Steve. Why are you so pigheaded about this?”

He growled softly, tucking his face down in the crook of her shoulder. “I hate seeing you get hurt, baby.”

Sighing softly, she turned to face him and placed her hands on his chest. Just that small thing made her so happy, feel so… normal, it nearly made her smile but his eyes showed how worried he was and she pressed up on her toes to kiss him gently. “I won’t tell you to stop worrying, snegopad. This is impossible for both of us. I worry for you every time you go out that door, but, Bucky, I cannot not fight. I have the abilities, and I will use them to help the Avengers. This thing I do with Peter is meant to help keep me out of trouble, and yes, it is going to be tricky, difficult to get right, and I may fall a few times, but, that is why we practice. Is it not better this way? Figure it out now when I can have a soft landing rather than a bone-crushing one?”

Sighing heavily, Bucky leaned down to rest his forehead against hers and felt her strong arms wrap around his neck. “I… I can’t… I can’t lose you, Franki. Not know. Not after finding out how right it is to touch you, hold you, kiss you.” Pulling her in close, he held her tightly. “I think I’d go mad if I did.”

“Then I will make sure you never have to,” she vowed. When she pulled back, his eyes were damp and shadowed, and she knew his past was chasing him. Desperate to lighten the mood, she gave his shaggy hair a tug. “So, this soldier I know promised to take me out and show me off once I was all healed up.”

"He did, did he? You’d best point him out so I can kick his ass. No one takes out my best girl but me.” He grinned when she giggled. “Tell you what. If you can plant me on my butt, I’ll let you pick where we go for dinner.”

“Oh! You’re so going to regret that, Barnes!” Laughing softly, Franki grinned wickedly. “You’d best suit up, Sarge, cause I’m going to hand you your ass today!”

Wicked delight filled her face, and he opened the door only to find Wilson with his hand raised. “Birdbrain. What you want?”

Grinning broadly, Sam shook his head. “Caught the short straw to see what was keeping Franki. Kind of glad I did now. You see a little action there… Sarge?”

“Don’t make me kick your ass too, Sam.” Franki glared at him as she went by. “You know I can.”

“Yeah, yeah. Still, think that last time you cheated.” He huffed, following her down the hall.

“Say that again, Wilson, and I’ll step aside so she can have at you today instead.” Bucky smirked, turning into his own rooms as they continued towards the elevator. “See you in five, doll face.”

“Better be bringing your ‘A’ game, soldier!” She called out, sauntering after Sam.

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