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i-am-a-bad-influence-writes · 3 years ago

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All the pretty girls like Steve

Gif isn’t mine. I can’t remember the source.

All the pretty girls like Bucky - Steve Masterlist - Full Masterlist

Summary: Continuation of All the pretty girls like Bucky. Steve meets Peggy and mistakes his infatuation with her for love. In the process, he briefly forgets how much Y/n means to him.

Based on THIS request.

Pairing: 40s Skinny Steve x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1445

Warning: Angst, Steve crashing the plane, the tiniest bit of fluff.

‘And how did Steve meet Peggy,’ Wanda asks as she points at a picture of Steve and Peggy. They look happy and a tad bit in love with each other. Maybe more than a little but Bucky knows the truth. Steve was lying to himself to make the separation from Y/n easier. Maybe he even believed that lie but Bucky never did. He takes the picture in his hands. ‘She was there when Steve got the serum, supported him when he went off the path they wanted him to take, and was there when he went in the ice,’ Bucky explains to her, ‘for as far as I know, Steve was infatuated with her. But then again, she was the first girl to show interest in him after Y/n. I mean, girls did show a lot of interest in him but it became the same interest I got. Which was mostly sexual.’ Wanda frowns and leans over to look at the picture in Bucky’s hands once again. ‘So the first one who showed genuine interest?’ ‘I guess you could call it that.’

It has been a wild ride for Steve. From the serum, to the shows, to saving Bucky. It has been one thing after the other. Peggy granted him comfort. She had been there from the start. Of course, Y/n had been on his mind. She always is. But Peggy makes the separation bearable. She offers distraction in quiet moments and Steve has to admit he’s taken a liking to her. He has to admit, she makes it easier. Maybe the change he’s gone through but going around with Peggy is just… easier? With Y/n, it had always been hard. Not because of her, never because of her, but because of the struggle in Steve’s own head. Next to Y/n, he was small. Her stunning stature would tower far above his own, even if she was shorter. She was always beautiful, always beautiful by his side, making him look like a shadow. Men tried to flirt with her while he stood right there. But now, with Peggy, no one dares to try. He knows it has to do with the change in his body, his image, his confidence. Yet, he can’t help but feel like it was just how the relationship was. To Steve, Y/n is a goddess. She had always been a goddess. Even if he’d see her now, he would never feel worthy of her pure and honest love. So maybe, just maybe, this is what was supposed to happen. Maybe he’s supposed to end up with Peggy. ‘What’s going on in that big head of yours?’ Steve’s eyes shoot up at Bucky. He realizes he’s still nursing the same drink he got when he came in here while the Howling commandos are drinking pint after pint. Not that it matters. He can’t get drunk anyway. ‘Is it Y/n?’ A somber smile appears on Steve’s lips accompanied by a breathy laugh. ‘Not just her,’ he admits, ‘her and Peggy.’ ‘And Peggy?’ Bucky sounds appalled to say the least, though he tries to mask it as surprise. To Steve, there had never been another girl and now he’s suddenly mentioning Peggy? ‘She just-’ Steve stops himself before he can say anything stupid. He takes a deep breath and looks at Bucky with a pained look on his face. ‘She makes it easy. Easier than it has ever been with Y/n.’ ‘You’re kidding, right?’ Bucky takes a second to study his friend’s face but he can tell he’s being serious, so he asks again: ‘Right?’ And Steve’s head hangs as he, ever so slightly, shakes his head. Bucky wants to speak again but Steve is faster. ‘Peggy is my equal, Y/n was always so much more than me. I always feared she would find someone better. I’m sure she’s perfectly fine without me right now.’ ‘Steve, think about what you’re saying,’ Bucky utters to his friend, ‘you are everything to her. The only reason she broke it off is that she feared you might not come back and she so desperately wants you to. For heaven’s sake, she told you to come back with a ring.’ Guilt washes over Steve but his feelings don’t seem to change. There’s doubt in his head and longing in his heart. ‘I know.’

‘Agent Carter, come in.’ Steve sits himself down properly and tries to regain control of the damn ship. He’d be lying if he said he knows what he’s doing. But let’s be honest, he’s been winging it all along. “Steve, is that you? Are you okay?” ‘I’m fine.’ “Where’s Schmidt?” ‘Schmidt’s dead.’ “What about the other plane?” ‘That’s a little harder to explain.’ Steve lays his compass open on the control board, atop the map of New York. He takes the radio in his hand and sighs. He might’ve been winging it but he knows what all this means. He should’ve written to her more often. “Give me your coordinates. I’ll find you a landing site.” He should’ve written to her, he should’ve stayed in contact, he should’ve done so much more. Could’ve done so much more. ‘There isn’t going to be a landing. Schmidt’s locked the navigation system and there’s more than enough power to reach the East Coast.’ This is going to be the end. He’s certain. He thought his mind would be with Peggy at this point but it’s not. His thoughts, his memories, his whole body and soul seem dedicated to Y/n. And in a way, it calms him down. “I’ll get Howard on the line. He’ll know what to do.” ‘I’m sitting on a hundred tons of explosives. Hotwiring this thing’s not an option.’ He looks out the window at the vast, blue expanse of the ocean. It’s somewhat peaceful. Y/n would’ve loved the view. ‘I’ve got to put her in the water.’ “But you said you couldn’t steer it.” Peggy sounds desperate. Steve looks around and spots a thick cable running from the ignition to the engines. ‘I can’t. But I think I can crash it.’ Would she weep for him? Even after all this time? Does she still love him like she used to? He yanks the cable out. Blue sparks flare. Then, all the lights die. The engines stop. The plane goes quiet. There’s a moment of peace, a moment where Steve is certain of his decision. Yes, this is it but he’s grateful for the life he’s lived, even if he did make stupid decisions on the way to its end. “Steve, don’t do this. We’ve got time. We can figure this out.” Steve looks at the navigation charts. ‘I already did. Right now, I’m in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer, a lot of people are going to get hurt.’ She would get hurt. She’s right there in Brooklyn. In the little apartment they shared. ‘Peggy, this is my choice.’ “We’ll send out rescue ships. We’ll find you.” Steve smiles as he looks over at his compass again. There she is. His best girl. Smiling back at him without a care in the world. ‘I don’t think there’s going to be much left to find.’ He takes a deep breath and leans on the stick in front of him with all his might. The plane begins a screaming dive. This might be his last chance to relay a message to Y/n and he knows it. In fact, he’s fairly certain of it. ‘Peggy?’ “I’m here.” Steve looks at his spinning compass and the picture of Y/n. ‘I’m going to need you to find someone for me.’ He hears a choked gasp through the coms. Gosh, he must sound like such an asshole and he hates himself for doing this to Peggy but it has always been Y/n. Always has been, even when he tried to love Peggy. “Who?” ‘Y/n Y/l/n. She lives in Brooklyn. The shabby part. I need you to tell her I’m sorry.’ “What for?” He takes the compass in his hand and looks at her closer. Close enough so he can see the details on her skin and he makes sure he remembers each and every one. There are many things this world can take from him but they’ll never take his memory of her. ‘Making her wait.’ “You got it.” He smiles knowing that it’s his way of saying he loves her and that he’s sorry. She’ll know. He knows she’ll know. Still, he has to make sure she knows. ‘And make sure you tell her that I lo-’ “Steve? Steve?!”

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years ago

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Love Cuts Deep

Chapter 4- You Cannot Cage A Wolf

Bucky Barnes x (f)reader Series Rewrite (Civil War, Infinity War/Endgame, TFATWS)

Summary: Fuck the police and Ironman for that matter, now how the hell are you and Bucky going to manage getting out of this mess?

Warning: violence no duh, bucky going through it, bit o angst, things getting hectic

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To say you were pissed would be the understatement of the century, again, you were locked in a cage of steel and glass. Surrounded by enemies who’d rather see you dead, but maybe you deserved it.

Maybe.

The Romanian combat police had locked you and Bucky into separate concealed glass confinements before loading the two of you into one long metal truck. Purposely facing the tiny prisons face to face with one another so that you would have full access to witnessing the discomfort and irritation on each other’s faces while armed officers sat to either side.

Well you’re not sure if it was exactly intentional, but still, at least you could make sure Bucky was okay and him you.

Your hands and legs are guarded by thick metal as your shoulders and upper arms keep firmly held by a small cage of steel; your body forced to sit for hours on end as the security trucks drive you both all the way to Berlin, Germany. A fucking 18 hour field trip by vehicle, at least you got some pee breaks.

Staring angrily at Bucky’s hand, you wish nothing more then to break out of here and fucking gut the assholes responsible for your unlawful imprisonments, Bucky did absolutely nothing to T’Challa and why the hell would they think you’re involved with his fathers death? It doesn’t make any sense. Not at all.

Why would anyone want the two of you for that matter?

Suddenly the truck jostles and stirs before stopping completely as you start to feel the shift of the vehicle reversing into something, your eyes immediately look up to find Bucky who’s already focused on you. His eyes are sad and full of pain for how they’ve treated you like an animal, caged you like a wild cat, more so then what they’ve done to himself. He never wanted you to deal with any shit like this again, not after the traumatic history Hydra had befallen on you for so many years. You don’t deserve this.

Returning a small smile, you give him a playful wink of reassurance before your glass and metal prison is rolled backwards and away from Bucky. Your fists clench in vexation and enmity for the current shit situation you happen to be sucked into, you feel like a beast at a goddamn freak show. Soon you’re rolled into a yawning chasmal underground parking garage of sorts, as flashing emergency lights from police cruisers blink annoyingly from your left while their riders park.

This must be some government building here in Berlin, you think, eyes wandering around at the secured cavernous glass and metal interior. Sliding clear doors make the entrance way to your far left wall, while further into the spacious room is a large wall of cement, more doors in various areas and a large staircase ascending into a giant balcony onto the next floor up.

Bucky’s cell is placed next to yours by another forklift as he glances at Steve drearily, while you throw nothing but an irritated scowl at the back of Steve just as Sam and T’Challa exit the black security van. Guards dressed in black attire close by. They soon make a swift yet cautious admission over to greet some short salt and peppered haired man in a dull grey suit, a blonde woman also with an equal amount of security by his side. Three armed guards in the back and three behind Steve.

What the hell are these people so afraid of? And why is any of this happening?

You can’t quit tell what’s being said from the concealed limitation of your moveable prison to where these assumingly high end important government officials are placed. It’s incredibly frustrating that you could just about scream, but now where would that get you? Probably smacked by some electrical shocking stick, those bastards, you think bitterly.

Soon the group appears to make some agreement before the shorter grey haired man nods an approval of invitation and with that does Steve, Sam, and T’Challa follow the short man and blonde woman farther away. All you or Bucky are able to witness before the doors to the new hallway you’re currently being pushed into closes, is the group walking for some glass doors that show a long hallway.

Then the giant metal doors slam shut in your face.

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The forklift holding onto your portable prison cell ascends down the hallway as armed guards keep watch from both sides, walking in step with the pace of the lift as a set of eight in total surround yours and Bucky’s confinements. A minute later they bring your steel box into a windowless cement room, turning you to face the exit, your cells are rolled separately across some caution tape before all comes to a halt. Finally.

Your eyes follow the movements of regular security guards as they take long thick wires from the side of the stone walls, plugging them into your prisons as the lights inside flicker for a brief moment, stabilizing in a second. One guard gives you a wary yet curious glance before snapping his head down when your fearsome glare just about smacks him in the face, quickly after that, everyone leaves before shutting the sliding metal doors that hide you both from the outside world.

Waiting a moment, your eyes dance suspiciously across the room, “Y/N.” Calls Bucky, causing you to snap your attention over to him.

“What?” You mumble somberly, gaze trailing all over his stoically pensive expression, he’s without a doubt not pleased to be here. Though having you next to him makes things more bearable.

“Can you breath alright?” He asks worriedly, due to the thick plastic half face mask that prevents you from properly communicating with anyone, guess the Romanian police didn’t appreciate you calling them bastards. Among other things.

“Yeah.” You mumble out once again before pulling up on the metal clasps to no avail, what is this even made out of, “They got us pretty good, Buck. This might be a bit of a challenge to get out of...”

“You think we’re getting out of these things?”

“Well.......I’m being optimistic....so, uh.....there’s always a chance.”

The smallest of smile reveals itself for a flash of a second as Bucky forgets where you are and just welcomes your never ending humor, “You think they’re watching us?”

“Without a doubt. If I could flip them off I would.” You chuckle as your eyes trail up to the tiny dark sphere in your prison, yeah that’s definitely a camera. “Dickheads.” You mutter to whoever is listening.

“What do you think they’re going to do to us?” Wonders Bucky after a long moment of silence.

Taking a heavy breath you lean your head back, “Oh I don’t know. They’ll probably put me down like an old dog and then you’ll get broken out of jail by the Captain America himself.......you’ll probably be fine.”

Shaking his head, he looks over at your relatively bored face, “What if we’re not.”

Sensing his growing anxiety for your future placement, you turn to face him, “Then I’ll......uh........break us out of here?” You muse with an unsure shrug, well the best you can with the steel hugging your shoulders.

“Not all of us can take multiple bullets and survive.” Deadpans Bucky as you frown, he’s got you there.

“Okay uh.....let me think for a second.......uh, alright I got it..” You chirp enthusiastically before your face falls just as quickly as you let out a defeated, “...fuck never mind I don’t want murder charges.”

Bucky could have laughed, “I think we’d need to be more stealthy, and anyways there’s to many cameras.”

“Yeah.” You mutter dully, “Too many goddamn cameras.”

After about twenty minutes of mindlessly sitting in your cell while Bucky sits equally as bored from his own space a couple feet next to you, a man of relative height and stature walks into the large windowless cement room, a black book shaped travel bag hanging from his shoulder. He smiles in greeting at the two of you, though you can tell behind those glasses of his it’s anything but friendly. It’s strange, the way that his dark eyes reveal no true form of kindness or pleasantries.

Who the hell is this now?

The dark blondes beady umber irises flicker curiously from Bucky to you and back to Bucky again, a sort of childlike wonder flashing through them as he steps closer to the nearby desk.

“Hello, Mr. Barnes.” Nods the man in an almost Sokovian like accent, kinda sounds like you, greeting set on Bucky before he sends you a devious grin, “Miss. Valerious.” He nods, inquisitive eyes studying your stoic face of pure daggers as you breath steadily in your muzzle, “I’ve been sent by the United Nations to evaluate your partner here, so you needn’t worry, your time is not with me. But I ask if you please give me my time with him, that is all.” Assures the strange man as he focuses his attention back on Bucky again; eh, not like you have much of a choice.

“Do you mind if I sit?” Asks the dark eyed man as Bucky simply stares, suspicious and bored out of his mind; you naturally roll your scrutinizing leer as the man seats himself next to a table farther away in front of you two.

Guess he’s not leaving anytime soon.

“You’re first name is James?” Wonders the man though you can tell he already knows the answer; with pursed lips does he shrug innocently, “I’m not here to judge you. I just want to ask a few questions. Do you know where you are James?”

Bucky keeps silent, and all you want to do is smack that annoying blondes glasses right off of his face, “I can’t help if you don’t talk to me, James.”

“My name is Bucky.” Begrudgingly mumbles your irritated companion, while your brows set hard in puzzlement for where this conversation is going.

Writing something down in his notes, the man nods, “Tell me something Bucky. You’ve seen a great deal, haven’t you?”

Bucky glares, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“You fear that if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop.” Mutters the blonde man as you scoff, his dark eyes instantly snap over to you.

“Come over here and I’ll show you something terrifying.” You threaten, though your voice is mumbled and husky through the damn mask covering your mouth from properly speaking. He hands you a fake smile in reply, appearing to enjoy your menacing presage nonetheless.

Dark eyes set back onto Bucky, he hums, “Don’t worry. We only have to talk about one.” You watch in curiosity as he looks down at his touchpad screen, a satisfied little grin appearing onto his thin lips when suddenly the lights go dark, sending the room into pitch blackness.

Though your sight shifts to dull grays and blues to counter this with your enhanced vision. A second later the dim emergency lights glow from up above giving the room a dull blue tint. While a red one blinks off and on repetitively in the shadowed room. The fuck?

“What the hell is this?” Grumbles Bucky as your eyes trail warily and alert over to the man as he draws his chair back to stand, though he remains seated.

“Why don’t we discuss your home? Not Romania. Certainly not Brooklyn, no.” Taking a faded red book out of his traveling bag, your eyes squint in suspicion as you notice a large black star printed on the front while he continues, “Your real home.”

oh, fuck

Turning to face Bucky, you’re alarmed to witness as his face appears conflicted and anxious; he’s afraid, soon the man rises to his feet before opening up the book and begins walking towards Bucky’s cell. A smile on his face as he begins speaking in Russian, “Longing.”

“No.” Mutters your lover as he blinks hard before staring hopelessly up at the ceiling.

“Rusted.”

“Stop.” Protests Bucky as he turns to throw you a pleading look, you frown, not sure what’s happening but you know it can’t be good. Hydra never did anything like this to you, no trigger words, just good old childhood manipulation and the occasional beating if you didn’t comply.

“Seventeen.” Speaks the man as Bucky’s face darkens with anger.

“Stop.” He growls furiously as heavy breaths push at his chest with building adrenaline.

“Daybreak.” A frustrated ragged scream emits from Bucky’s lips as his fists clench and muscles tighten, the man smirks as he gets closer to Bucky’s cage.

“Stop it!” You cry desperately while Bucky yells before ripping the metal from his left hand and breaking the metal clasp on his right, an animalistic growl sounding from deep within his throat as panic sets rooted into your stomach, “Fuck off!” You scream frantically, “I’ll gut you like a goddamn fish!”

Giving a pernicious grin, he ignores you, “Furnace.”

You watch in horror as Bucky emits a roaring cry of desperate anger as he begins pounding furiously against the glass. Coming back to your senses you ignore the mess happening next to you as your muscles contract and strain against the tight metal clasps caging your forearms, shoulders, and legs to the chair.

“Nine.”

You listen to more heavy pounding on glass as a hopeless ragged cry of futile rage rips forth from your throat in an anguished attempt at breaking free. Pulling your arms upward, your flesh strains viciously against the tough metal clasps while you struggle to free yourself. A moment later the metal clasps begin to groan and creak as they loosen accordingly, your strength forcing them into compliance.

“Benign.”

A thin sheet of sweat emits from the side of your face while you yell in frustration at the weight of the locks against your wrists, Bucky pounds furiously, soon metal fist starts cracking though thick glass as you finally rip the metal clasps from off of your right arm, “Fuck off!” You roar threateningly, eyes wild and raging like a bursting dragons flame unto a hopeless stick village, the man simply shifts his gaze back down to the book.

“Homecoming.”

He ignores you; heart beating a mile a minute, you unsheathe your right claws only to free your left hand from the abrasive metal lock as he continues to pound his fist against the slowly breaking glass door. Raising your hands to the back of your lower head, you forcefully rip the thick plastic muzzle from off of your face with a distinctive cracking sound emitting from the strong material.

“Nine.” Speaks the dark eyed blonde as he walks in between the two of your cells, appearing unafraid of your threats from earlier even as he witnesses you breaking free from the steel clasps on your legs now.

“Freight car.”

Crash!

Instantly your head snaps up to watch as Bucky’s glass door flies violently across the room and onto the harsh ground below; your breath hitches as all goes silent. The mans back is to you as he calmly walks over to Bucky who’s crouched onto the floor like a predator ready to strike, a second later he slowly rises to his feet. Though all life is gone from his dark pools of inky blue, he’s not your Bucky anymore.

“Soldier?” Whispers the dark eyed man in wonder, confident that his plan has effectively worked, whatever the fuck kind of plan in question.

Eyes wide, you swallow thickly as Bucky stares at the door, face noticeably covered in sweat, his eyes stare forward like a beast waiting to kill. He’s nothing but a vessel for chaotic destruction.

Breathing heavily, Bucky speaks in Russian, “Ready to comply.”

Suddenly the frustration in you boils over into pure animalistic rage for what this fucker has done to him, screaming bitterly, you punch the glass, slicing three thin lines straight through the material. The blonde one gives you a wary glance before addressing the Winter Soldier, “Mission report. December 16, 1991.”

“Bucky, don’t tell him shit!” You cry frantically in Russian, hoping that the Winter Soldier consuming him might hear something familiar in your desperation; whatever this man wants, you know full well what happened that night which means his motives are anything but friendly. If that wasn’t already apparent.

Bucky blinks, eyes shifting to the new ringmaster in control.

It’s no use, he’s not there, it’s what Hydra had made of him and now he must obey; Bucky ignores as you pound and scream for him to stop, to shut the hell up and come back to you but it’s all in vain. He tells the bastard everything in a matter of seconds as your face falls.

Heart pounding with adrenaline, you slash a clean line that rips right through the bolts of the door in wild fury, it sparks against your Adamantuim claws while creaking in protest as you finally kick it open. The huge door clatters and clashes to the ground as you step out of the glass prison and onto the cement flooring of the large windowless room. Red emergency lights flashing behind you as they make your tense form appear as sort of a clawed beast rising from straight out of hell.

The dark eyed man warily turns to you, when a sudden childlike excitement dances across his features as he takes a cautious step back, a small thrilled smirk pulling at his lips. The mans obsidian pools flicker over to Bucky who keeps a steady death stare with the wall ahead, the man nods in approval for his painstaking work before trailing his eyes over to you, “Soldier. Kill the Hellcat.” Smirks the man as your eyes shift reluctantly from himself to Bucky.

oh shit, you think miserably as your heart feels like its just sunk to the bottom of the ocean. Swallowing thickly, tears threaten to spill as your body shakes with racing adrenaline, your breaths noticeably heavier as you willingly begin retracting your claws.

The familiar metal sinks painfully back into your skin as you stare them down distastefully. Frowning deeply, you slowly pull your hands up into fists, readying your stance for the fight that’s inevitably about to come.

Making a sickened face, you swallow nervously as Bucky takes a step forward with eyes set like a wolf to his prey. Reluctantly your feet move an apprehensive step closer, “Fuck.” You mutter under your breath as Bucky makes the first move.

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God why does your head hurt so damn much? Is the room spinning?

When you come to, the lights are still blinking an obnoxious red as you lay sprawled out across the cement floor, a puddle of blood trailing in a couple of dark-red thin lines from beneath your head to the yellow hazard stickers placed on the ground.

The air smells of blood and sweat as you suck in a deep breath before moving to sit up, at least the headache is gone, your eyes trail warily across the empty room as you touch the back of your head to get an understanding of what the hell happened here.

You can’t remember a thing.

A warm wetness greets your finger tips to no surprise, pulling them away, you study the murky crimson liquid staining your fingertips before your mind heals completely, your brain matter fusing back accordingly. Bits of the missing puzzle pieces soon form a coherent picture as you sit back in shock from the violent happenings that resulted in you bloody on the ground.

The man commanded Bucky to kill you.

The two of you indeed fought, but knowing that if you wanted to win you’d have to kill him yourself; Bucky kept his life as you let the Winter Soldier end yours. After dodging fist after fist thrown at you by Bucky, you finally gave in and let him pin you to the ground before he grabbed your face with his metal hand, smashing your skull against the cement floor in one dangerous deafening blow. Then it was over and...

Where even is he?

Picking yourself up, you quickly wander into the nearest opening only to be greeted by a multitude of unconscious guards, walking further down, you furrow your brows at the heavily dented elevator door where it appears that someone had been forced through. Touching the bent metal you sniff the air, it smells of Bucky and Steve. They couldn’t have been here less then thirty seconds ago.

Shifting to the right, you book it down the hallway to the sounds of strained grunts and fists hitting flesh. Soon you’ve found yourself at the edge of a large excessively windowed room, presumably the food court of sorts in this excessively ginormous place.

In the center is Bucky who’s absolutely beating the shit out of everyone making frugal attempts at stopping him. Your eyes observe Tony who’s positioned a good distance away as he breaths heavily from the floor, eyes wide in shock while he cradles one of his arms. The blonde haired woman from earlier appears in pain as she lays on her back, a broken table underneath her as the Black Widow squeezes Bucky’s neck with her thighs.

Natasha uses her elbows as a battering ram against his skull while he walks with her over to the closest table before slamming her roughly against the metal; he glares fiercely down at the Black Widow before using his titanium fist to choke the life out of her as she struggles against his weight.

Stepping into the huge room, your boots pound against the flooring as you deliver a powerful kick to Bucky’s strong waist, he tumbles across the thin carpeting before jumping to his feet in an instant. Natasha regains her lungs in a choked gasp as you throw a fist at Bucky’s chest, deflecting it, you use this new side lined momentum to duck under his approaching blow as you slide on the flooring, missing a fatal hit to your face by mere inches.

No more face shots please.

He whips around from the near miss, charging you once again; preparing for the worst of the Winter Soldier, your shoulders line up with his approaching body as your eyes calculate his next move. But when he readies his arm to punch, you slide to the side before swiftly twisting your body around to face him once more, all done within less then two seconds.

Watching his head turn left in confusion, you kick his back harshly onto the ground with the power enough to rival that of a lioness before huffing in frustration as he surges to his feet; you immediately halt in your tracks when out of nowhere T’Challa kicks Bucky across the floor. Soon the two men dance like two skilled warriors before Bucky takes the upper hand and whips the prince over the carpeted floor.

Blinking in bewilderment, you watch as he races up the stairs; the Winter Soldier doing his absolute best to get the fuck out of there, knowing he’s outnumbered by two and wary of getting his shit rocked by you again. Though he’s not even fully aware why you’re attacking him since his mind is back at Hydra and last he remembers you where on their side, and presumably bleeding out in another room.

Breathing heavily, you turn to share an awkward moment of uncertain eye contact with the prince of Wakanda before he throws you a half restrained dirty look, sprinting up the stairs after Bucky.

You’re able to take one step before a raspy voice snaps your attention over to a table, it’s Natasha, “Y/N.” She gasps through strained breaths.

Clenching your fists you leave those two to work it out as you swiftly approach the ex-assassin, “What?!” You snap.

Forcing herself into a seated position, she gingerly touches her bruising throat, “Guess you where right.” She chuckles painfully.

“Right about what?” You bark with a frown, eyes flickering over to Bucky and T’Challa as they throw jabs on the stairway landing.

“Last we met. You said I’d be lucky if we never met again. Guess you where right.”

“You’re an ex-assassin how lucky did you really expect to be?” You retort before taking a step for the ascending stairs when a hand takes your wrist.

“You have to stop him.” Urges Natasha, “No one here’s an equal force, you’re the Hellcat Y/N, you have to stop him no matter the cost.”

Throwing her an irritated glare at hearing your Hydra code name yet again, you growl like a wounded beast, “I’m not killing anyone!”

“You might not have a choice.” Challenges the red head with a pleading yet stern display, understanding that Bucky means more to you then just simple companionship.

“There’s always a choice!” You grumble angrily, heart pounding a mile a minute as you huff before turning for the stairs only to meet a disheveled and deeply confused prince, he’s sweating and looks rather conflicted as his dark eyes scan frantically around the room for any sign of Bucky.

Suddenly his eyes land on you, freezing in place, your mind swirls with what to do next; you’re a wanted criminal in plain sight and for some reason this prince wants Bucky and presumably you, dead.

Shifting your panicked gaze over to Nat, you shake your head before turning to T’Challa as you scowl like an angry brute, “If you touch me, I’ll gut you.” And with that heavy threat do you swiftly turn on your heels and race out the closest door and into the nearest hallway. Leaving Natasha and prince T’Challa with their lives.

Now where did Bucky go?

Running past door after door while the emergency lights annoyingly scream their bright red colors in caution of extreme danger, though you and Bucky are technically the “extreme danger”. Soon you take a hard right turn and immediately slam into the firm chest of Steve as he books it down the hallway for some door hanging open at the far end.

Falling into the closest wall, you don’t have time to wait on the pain emitting from your arm as he mutters a quick apology as the six foot two American hauls ass for the exit door. Recovering in no time, you press a bloody handprint against the wall before turning after Steve. Funny, you don’t ever remember cutting yourself on anything. Doesn’t matter.

Bursting open the cracked door, bright blinding rays of sunlight glare annoyingly in your eyes while your pupils adjust to the new terrain, soon your eyes catch the dramatic scene unfolding in front of you farther down on the helicopter landing area.

Perplexed, you stand in astonishment as Bucky attempts to take off in the chopper while Steve fruitfully leaps mid-air before tightly grasping onto the aircraft’s landing skids.

He pulls down hard, face straining in intense efforts to keep Bucky from escaping and heading into God-knows-where. Legs moving quickly, you race up the small flight of stairs leading onto the huge landing pad as Steve struggles fiercely to hold it down.

But before you’re able to aid in putting an end to Bucky’s fruitful efforts, he slams the chopper into the cement; causing you to leap backwards for fear of getting your guts sliced open by the blades. You’re helpless to watch as Steve narrowly misses becoming a decapitated corpse as the blades crash violently against the ground.

Chunks of stone and steel go flying in all directions as you shield your face from the debris. But as the dust settles, you peer from over your forearm to watch as Bucky’s metal arm bursts through the glass only to immediately grasp around Steve’s neck.

“Fuck.” Slips silently from out of your lips as you take a couple cautious steps forward while moving reluctantly towards the shit show; how has the last 20 hours gone so goddamn terribly?

Creeeek. Sounds the destroyed helicopter as it suddenly begins a slow ascend over the platform edge, where a large river awaits with open arms to presumably swallow whole the broken aircraft. Now in a panicked sprint, you race over the rubble as the last of the chopper, Bucky, and Steve are seen before they plummet to the waters below.

“No!” You cry helplessly as you reach the peak of the landing, nothing beneath you except for the broken tail of the chopper and a plethora of air bubbles.

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Beauty and the Barnes (5)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - Bucky X Reader

WARNINGS - Lots of Smut, Light Hints of Non/Dub-Con, Prostitution, Swearing, Dark Bucky. (I can’t stress enough that this is kinda dark, Buckys an asshole and the kind of behavior that goes on in this fic is in no way acceptable in the real world)

When your father falls deathly ill you fall into a lifestyle you would have never predicted for yourself. Selling your body as a high-class escort isn’t ideal but it’s the only way to find the money you need to help your father, until your first client offers you another way.

Bucky’s mean, coarse and gets a kick out of watching you squirm but he is willing to help your father. All you have to do is sign yourself over to The Winter Soldier, body and soul.

Trapped in The Avengers compound, serving as a PA to a man who’s an absolute beast you find yourself wondering if there’s such a thing as a happy ending?

Masterlist

Chapter Five

“I’ve been on hold for an hour! He’s a patient, how hard is it to put me through to a patient!” You snapped.

You had been trying all day to get a hold of your father but it was like some kind of impossible task. After being passed around to three different departments, several different nurses and one orderly you had been put through to a very nice elderly man who was not your father but was so happy someone had called to speak to him that you had ended up talking to him for a whole hour and promising you’d call again soon. You had then finally been given a separate number for the patient line and were still on hold.

“No, no don’t put me back on hold!” You hurriedly begged in vain.

You groaned as the repetitive notes of the chirpy hold music played.

“Excuse me, can you sign here?” The delivery man asked, again.

You mouthed an apology and signed the screen quickly and balancing the phone between your shoulder and ear picked up the food delivery you’d had brought in. There was a communal kitchen as well as a small kitchenette in each room and after asking around you discovered Bucky preferred to use his own. With a little help from Friday you brought up Bucky’s order history and managed to construct a shopping list from it. Your tablet beeped with a notification from the laundry department in the basement, asking you to come pick up Bucky’s laundry and you whined.

You were exhausted. It was only mid morning and you were half dead on your feet. You managed to get the shopping put away and ran down to the laundry, still listening to the awful hold music. Armed with piles of carefully wrapped dry-cleaning you managed to get into the elevator and sunk against the wall, smiling politely at the man sharing the elevator.

“Do you need some help?” He whispered.

“I can manage, thank you though.” You shook your head and sighed.

“Are you sure? It’s just, you’re limping.” He pointed out.

Your face suddenly felt very warm.

“It’s just the heels.” You lied.

You couldn’t exactly admit you were walking funny because your super soldier boss had bent you over and fucked you that morning.

“Ah. Well if it’s any consolation, I think you look amazing in them.” He grinned, looking at your legs.

“As a matter of fact, your approval has made the pain incredibly bearable.” You said sarcastically.

“Well, I’m glad I can help. Let me know if you change your mind about accepting some help.” He said, winking and slipping out of the elevator doors as the whooshed open.

You kind of wished you had actually admitted why you were really limping. You got out of the elevator after him, hoping to make a quick run for the corridor.

“I’m Ben” He told you.

“Hi Ben, bye Ben.”

You would have felt a lot more victorious about your escape if you weren’t still on hold. To contend with the practically permanent ache between your legs, you now had a crick in your neck. You had to use your elbow and a lot of awkward leaning to get the door to Bucky’s room open.

“Oh thank god you’re here!” You exclaimed when you saw him standing in the living room.

“Why?” He asked, looking stricken.

“I have your clothes but I’m not allowed in your room so here.” You said, flinging them down on the couch.

You straightened your back with a groan.

“Who are you on the phone to?” He asked, tilting his head to listen to the music with a confused look.

“The clinic, I’m trying to speak to my father, I’ve been trying all day. I have to go pick up and fill out the requisition forms for some kind of rifle you asked for? I don’t know. Bye.” You told him with a friendly wave and rushed back out of the door.

He stared after you for at least five minutes before he finally moved.

“Friday, where’s Stark? I need a favour from him.”

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Sometime after you’d eaten lunch, someone had finally taken you off of hold to tell you that your dad was with his doctors and you should phone back in a couple of hours. After you hung up you banged your head against the desk a couple of dozen times. You had been assigned a small, modest office. It had a desk, a chair, a filing cabinet and a window and that was it.

“Friday?”

“Yes Miss?”

“Do I really have to fill out all these forms for a rifle? Can’t I just go buy it myself?” You grumbled.

“It’s a 70 thousand dollar piece of weaponry.” She informed you.

“What? Why? Why does he need a 70 thousand dollar rifle?” You yelped.

“I believe he lost the last one.”

“HOW?”

“Got knocked out of my hands during a fight with Hydra operatives in the Balkans last month. Didn’t have time to go back for it, was busy trying not to get blown up. Well, actually I was busy trying to stop Steve getting himself blown up.” Bucky answered, opening your office door.

“Oh. Well that’s fair… Captain America probably costs a little more to replace.” You said sheepishly.

“This room is depressing.” He noted, looking around.

“Well, It’s an office not The Magic Kingdom.” You told him.

“You like it like this?” He asked derisively.

“No, but I haven’t exactly had time to redecorate. Besides it’s fine, I’ll add some personal effects later.” You said, looking around.

“Give me your tablet.” He demanded.

You handed it over nervously and he immediately started fiddling with it. There was a ringing sound coming from it when he handed it back and you looked at the screen with a frown before the ringing stopped and suddenly you were looking at your father face.

“Dad?”

“Sweetheart! Hello! *cough* Can you hear me?” He shouted.

“Dad, yes! I can hear you! Are you ok?” You asked frantically.

Bucky smiled softly at the way you brightened straight away, gazing down at the screen with concentration.

“I’m just fine. You were right, this is a wonderful place. They are taking such good care of me. Do thank your bosses for this won’t you?”

You looked up to do exactly that but Bucky had already slipped away.

“I will daddy, I will. Tell me everything.” You demanded.

“Well they have me on *Cough* this new breathing apparatus.” He said, holding up the oxygen mask to the camera.

“Are they nice? Are they smart?” You demanded.

“Very nice, just lovely. Very smart, they know lots of big words.” He assured.

“You’re coughing less.” You noted.

“Yes, they gave me new medication. *cough*. It helps with the symptoms.” He said.

“Dad, how are we talking? You don’t have a tablet, you don’t even have a cellphone.”

“It was delivered a few minutes ago, with very clear instructions on how to turn it on. I thought you sent it.” He said excitedly.

“No… no, it wasn’t me.” You said, the corners of your lips turning up as you realised what had happened.

“Well tell me *cough* about this new job.”

“It’s… hard work. But I think I like it, it’s not as difficult as I thought it would be.” You admitted with a grin.

“Should you be calling? Are you *cough* at work right now?” He asked with concern.

You waved a form at him.

“I’m working, don’t worry.” You laughed.

“Good, good girl. Well don’t *cough* be letting me distract you. I’ll still be here when you get home. I even know how to charge this contraption, the instructions were *cough* very helpful!” He said cheerfully.

“Ok, well I’ll call tonight ok? Oh and there a man in room 4a, very nice man. His name is Donald Beaton, go say hello.”

“I will sweetheart, goodbye. I love you.”

“I love you too daddy.” You said, blowing him a kiss and hanging up.

You gently placed the tablet down on your desk and took a deep, shuddering inhale before you were springing up and running out of the door. Your heels clacked against the floor, pain forgotten as you raced through the compound. You found Bucky about the enter the gym.

“Bucky!” You called.

He turned around to look at you and you pulled to a stop in front of him , breathing heavily. He raised a quizzical eyebrow you. He tensed up as you put your hand on his shoulder .

“Thank you.” You said firmly, looking deep into his eyes.

He nodded shakily and licked his lips, finding them suddenly dry. When you leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek all the tension disappeared under your touch as he practically melted into you. When you pulled away he nearly stumbled and when you walked away, throwing one last smile over your shoulder at him he just stared after you, awestruck. When you turned the corner, out of sight he brushed his fingers across his cheek and walked backwards, away from the gym.

“Isn’t Bucky meeting us?” Sam asked.

“Guess he’s late.” Steve shrugged, setting up the punchbag.

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You balanced a bag of Chinese takeout against your hip and a locked case with a 70 thousand dollar rifle in your arms as you dragged your very very tired self back to your office. You still had a mountain of forms to fill in so you were planning on having a working dinner. You dropped the stupid rifle haphazardly on your desk and very carefully placed the bag of food next to it.

“Well I cam to see if you wanted dinner, looks like you already have that covered.”

You looked up in alarm at Ben who was leaning against the windowsill, smirking at you.

“Do you have an appointment?” You asked.

“For dinner?”

“To be in my office.” You snapped.

“Do I need one?”

“Yes…”

“Can’t make an exception, just for me?” He asked with what you assumed was supposed to be a charming grin.

“Nope.”

“How about grabbing some dinner with me? I’ll even let you wear flats.” He asked, stepping forwards.

“Oh will you? How kind.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“So, shall we?” He asked.

“No.” You said flatly.

“No what?” He asked, smiling away.

“No, we shan’t.” You clarified.

“Ok… I can meet you in the somewhere if you like?” He offered.

“Just because you can it doesn’t mean you should.” You said.

“I’m confused.” Ben said, frowning quizzically at you.

“Perpetually I bet. I don’t want to have dinner with you, now or in the future, but thank you for asking.” You said politely as you could be bothered.

“Well how about coffee?” He tried.

“I’m not interested.” You told him straight.

“Breakfast?” He pushed.

“Still a no.”

“Are you seeing someone?” He enquired.

“No.”

Unbeknown to the two of you, this was the point when Bucky approached your office door and paused, hearing your voices.

“Then why not have a drink with me?” He tried.

“Because I don’t want to.” You informed him, again.

“I bet I can change your mind.” He smirked.

“You can’t.” You stated.

“Give me a chance.” He asked, growing irritated.

“Nope.”

“Well now you’re just being rude.” He admonished.

“And you’re being desperate.” You retorted.

“Listen, you’re pretty and you’re new around here so maybe you don’t get how it works. If a man, especially one with a much higher position than you is nice enough to ask you to dinner, it’s polite to accept.” He snapped.

“And I really shouldn’t be rude should I? it’s unbecoming.” You said with a chastised expression.

“Exactly.” He said, pleased he’d appeared to get through to you.

Bucky snarled lowly and put his hand on the door handle when your saccharine sweet voice stopped him.

“Alright then. Thank you so very much for your generous and gallant offer good sir but I am afraid I must politely decline on account of the fact that I simply do not want to accept.” You said.

“Why the hell not?” He demanded.

“Sarcasm seems to go over your head and no is not a word you comprehend, that gives you low intelligence points. You’re misogynistic, pushy and kind of creepy so charisma points are low as well. You’d need to be absolutely drop dead gorgeous to counteract both of those things enough for me to want to spend time with you and the fact that I have said no should tell you all you need to know there.” You listed off.

He gaped at you. Outside, Bucky smirked.

“Whew, I’m pretty winded. You have a lot of flaws to list, you should work on that.” You said, waving him towards the door.

“Stuck up bitch.” He muttered under his breath, storming out of the office.

He didn’t see Bucky, concealed in a shadow as he scurried away. Bucky resisted the urge to step out of the shadows and teach the sleaze a lesson, you’d already done that. He smirked again as he remembered the way you’d cut the man down with your words. He moved back towards your office, desperate to see if you would accept his offer of company.

That was when you finally noticed the huge bouquet of red roses on your desk in a crystal vase. You looked around for a card, but there wasn’t one. You didn’t want Ben’s company and you certainly didn’t want his flowers. Scoffing at them, you swept them off the desk and straight into the bin. You didn’t see the card that had fallen off the desk and landed under it and you didn’t see Bucky Barnes stood in the open doorway behind you with a wounded expression.

By the time you turned around to slam your office door closed, there was no one there and Bucky was halfway down the corridor wondering why your rejection of his affection was making his chest hurt so badly.

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Belle: *Is nice to Bucky* Bucky: *Goes soft* Belle: *Is mean to someone else* Bucky: *Gets hard*

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