#bucky ansgt

[hellojusthereforabit-blog]

Past Lives Pt. 1 - Bucky Barnes.

Time - travel. Angst. Unrequited love. Fluff. Ft. Sam Wilson.

"I think I'm in love with you." Out with it I go. James Buchanan Barnes, the former Winter Soldier, my partner, my teammate, my best friend, stares back at me, unblinking.

You could hear a pin drop fifty miles away if you tried.

I take Bucky's silence as a sign to keep going.

"We've known each other for two years now and, mission to mission, catastrophe after catastrophe, we have had each other's backs," I take a breath. Steady myself.

"It wasn't always easy, and we've had our differences and fair share of disagreements, but there's no one else I want to do this with, Bucky." I sigh, heart frozen in my chest, "You're it for me."

Bucky has the most unique set of eyes I have ever seen. The kind that pulls you in deep, leaves you frozen on the spot and inspires you to quote comically cliche poems at him in hopes of being spared a glance. Truly, Bucky is so beautiful that most days it's hard to look straight at him, but now I choose to face danger head on as I bare my heart out.

Bucky opens his mouth, but it takes him a second to collect himself enough to speak.

"Doll, I…" He's looking away, anywhere but at me, I realize.

My heart clatters inside my ribcage until I'm sure it caught on a fractured bone and exploded.

"Yes?" I say, quiet now, meek. I expected it. After all, Bucky is a go-getter - if he wants a girl, he'll go right after her. I should have known.

I'm so fucking stupid. Always over-estimating my place in other people's lives.

Bucky seems to take in big breath, but I can barely see him. My vision is hazy, blurred. I vaguely sense the burning of my eyes.

"I can't do this, doll," is all he says, "I'm sorry."

How long it takes, for one heart to trust another. How quickly it all shatters, I think.

"I-" Mortifyingly, my lower lip quivers. "Is it me?"

"No! Doll, don't be ridiculous." Bucky corrects quickly, reaching out to caress my cheek with his flesh arm. I realize he must be wiping a stray tear.

"Then why?"

"I'm just - I don't know if I'm ready."

I nod. Try to smile. Step away.

Instinctively, Bucky reaches for me, but his hand falls short at the distance between us and drops to his side instead.

"Are we…going to be okay?" He asks, wincing.

That nails the coffin. I feel my face crumble, so I tilt myself away from the man of my dreams, the man that's breaking my heart. I push through the pain and nod again.

"Dude, yeah, don't even stress it." I whisper, voice hoarse.

Bucky doesn't take the bait, doesn't laugh, just stares at me with big, sad eyes. He reaches a hand out to me again, but I roughly push it out.

"Don't you dare feel bad for me, Barnes. I don't need your pity." I snap, embarrassed.

"Doll, that's not-" he starts, but I cut him off.

"And don't fucking call me that! Don't be so condescending. This whole time I thought there was something here, that I wasn't crazy. You call me sweet names and hold me close after nightmares and look at me the way you do only to not - ." I stop myself, gesturing at the space between us. "If you were just using me for comfort and company, then it's done." I breathe hard.

I know it's not fair to my sweet, gentle Bucky. But laying your heart bare to someone and them pushing it back into your open arms is a different kind of pain. Don't judge until you try it.

Bucky's ocean eyes grow heated. I won't let him speak more, everything's said and done now.

"I'll see you Monday." I say finally, slamming Bucky's apartment door as I leave.

Bucky doesn't call out. Doesn't chase me down the street.

I can't believe I was so fucking stupid. I shake outside of Bucky's apartment complex until I'm sure all the makeup of my face has been wiped clean.

I dial the only other living friend I have left.

"What's up?" Sam's commanding voice is a welcome change from Bucky's soft and apologetic rumble.

I sob into the phone for long enough for Sam to trace my location.

"Oh, kid." He crouches by my slumped form on the floor. "Let's get you up and outta here."

I cling to Cap for dear life.

--

"He's the only man I've ever loved" I tell Sam, nursing the drink in my hand.

Sam stares at me with the sympathy and understanding he only ever reserves for his family - Sarah, and, more recently, Bucky.

He sighs, grimacing into the distance. I realize how this must look for him: his small team of surviving heroes - falling apart at the seams.

"I'm sorry you have to deal with this." I whisper, suddenly captivated by the bubbles fusing at the bottom of my glass.

"Hey," he says gently, head snapping back to me, "You cut that shit out, right now."

"Yes, sir."

"Smartass. You're my friend - I'll do just about anything to ease the pain you're in right now. Hell, I was just looking for a reason to beat Bucky's cyborg ass."

I snort, barely fighting a smile.

"There she is," Sam teases.

Then his face turns somber.

"Can you still work with the guy?" he asks, leaning in. "This mission we got on Monday, it's tough, Y/n."

I look up but don't respond.

In all my drama I overlooked how deep the lines in Sam's forehead had been etched there for a while. I don't remember the last time he relaxed, or even took a break from being Captain America.

"We need all hands on deck," he insists. "Which is just three pairs of hands but it's still something."

I let myself contemplate for a minute longer despite already knowing the answer.

"Yeah, 'course, Sam. I'll be there."

--

To say the atmosphere in the room is tense is a grave understatement.

"So, I'll start," says Sam, taking the lead of the mission brief. He eyes Bucky and me with careful measure. Bucky stares straight ahead, and I try similarly to concentrate on the copy of the files printed and carefully laid out in front of me. In the time that it took me to read and re-read my copy, Bucky kept his untouched.

I pretend not to see the deep dark circles that blossomed under his eyes when we exchanged equally cold "good mornings".

"We're time-traveling, now?" I ask, unamused by the idea in light of recent events.

"This is a very high-profile mission," explains Sam, devoid of his warmth from a few nights ago. This was Captain America speaking.

"There's been a breach at the base - some high-tech equipment from Tony's lab has mysteriously disappeared. We have reason to believe that Tony's time machine has been activated last week, sending one or possibly several armed suspects back into the 40s. The mission is to find and bring them back to this timeline, where they will be dealt with by our laws and regulations without causing more trouble."

"What makes you think they're hiding out in the 40s?" Bucky speaks up for what feels like the first time today. I dig my nails into my clothed thigh, trying hard not to think about how deep and smooth Bucky's voice is.

Bucky is figuratively perfect, it's hard to believe that he's walking around like this without a girl on his arm. Or maybe he already has someone - which would justify him turning me down.

I tell myself it would hurt less if he was already taken.

"I'm not actually sure," says Sam. "That kid - Spiderman - or whatever kids like to call themselves these days - pretty much handles all of Stark's leftover equipment and labs. He says that's where they're at." Sam finishes with a shrug.

"So, let me get this straight," I clear my throat. "You want us to undergo this incredibly dangerous mission in completely uncharted territory just because some kid's got a hunch?"

From the corner of my eye, I can almost see Bucky nodding along with my words, equally displeased.

"It's not uncharted - our team has done this before to bring everybody back." argues Sam.

"And how many of them came back?" I snap, remembering red hair. Ballerina slippers. Knowing green eyes.

I feel both men flinch beside me.

"That was different." rumbles Bucky from the far end of the table.

That wound is too fresh, too deep.

"Don't." I retort. "My best friend didn't die just for us to use that goddamn machine like a toy." Of course, we all know who I'm talking about. Plus, Yelena will kick both of their asses if she hears about this, which makes me wonder if that's why she isn't included in this mission.

"Not us," Sam quips.

"What was that?"

"Not "us"," Sam repeats again, voice loud and clear the second time. "Just you."

"Absolutely not." Bucky interrupts, sitting up and fixating Sam with a glare harboring the force of a thousand suns.

Sam ignores Bucky, taking a seat across from me, "I can't go, things are still too tender for me to just disappear for days on end. They'll appoint a new Captain America and storm in to put us all in prison again if they think we're weak," he goes on, taking a gentle hold of my other arm extended across the table.

"Bucky would get recognized by someone within minutes, it's too complicated." Sam continues.

"Sam," Bucky warns from the other end of the room.

"You're our only option." Sam finishes with another sigh. He did that a lot lately, I noted.

"It's not happening. Y/n, tell him you're not going to do it." Bucky's authoritative voice echoes around the conference room. A sense of urgency I can't begin to analyze is there too.

I contemplate.

"Y/N." Bucky speaks again, something that was beginning to get on my nerves.

"How dangerous is this equipment again?" I ask Sam, ignoring the forceful sigh from the other end of the room. I didn't care what Bucky thought about me in that moment. Who was he to choose for me, anyway?

"I wouldn't be asking if it wasn't serious." Sam affirms. I know this too, Sam is above all things reliable.

"Well, let's see," I pretend to draw a score board in the air with my finger, "In the event of my death, my family will be heavily compensated. That's one." I shrug.

Bucky's chair scrapes against the floor as he crosses the room to where Sam and I are sitting. "Tell me you're not actually considering this."

Under different circumstances I would have believed that he was pleading.

"I've got nothing to do this week and no one waiting for me at home. Two and three," I drop two more points in the imaginary "pros" side of the board.

"Guess I'm in." I flash Sam my signature grin, one he did not return.

"Y/N, No." Bucky orders.

"No one's talking to you!" I snap, whipping my head around to face him directly for the first time today.

He had let a strong stubble grow over the weekend and now looked disheveled on the whole - I quickly push away thoughts of him waking from nightmares, alone and shivering, too stubborn to call me.

His gorgeous blue eyes widen and freeze over as he takes a step toward me.

"Are you doing this to get back at me?"

"Not everything's about you, Barnes." I say, "Sam, I'm in. Let's fuckin' do this."

--

Let me know what you think & if you want pt2 with 40s Bucky :)

[olsenmyolsen]

Chapter Seven: Okay

The Farmer's Daughter - (A WandaNat Story)

Masterlist

Tag list: @xenaizogie

Summary: Natasha wakes up the next morning to find Wanda gone. She seacrhes town for her and runs into some of Wanda's friends.

Word Count: 3.1K

Content: TW: Asshole Jarvis (Vision), Flirty Bucky Barnes, Angst!, Yelena Mention

By the time the sun rose, Natasha had already been awake for hours. In fact, since Wanda slammed the door, Natasha had barely slept.

Whenever she closed her eyes, she thought of two things: her sister and Wanda.

Natasha tried calling Laura in the middle of the night before hanging due to it being the middle of the night. Natasha felt stupid for that one.

She wanted to call Clint, but she had not heard back from him since he was deployed, so...

It left her alone with her thoughts.

But now, as the warm glow bled onto her mattress from the window, she was reminded that it was the dawn of a new day.

She needed to apologize to Wanda.

But first, she needed a shower. She couldn't face Wanda with dried sweat all over her body and red eyes. However, maybe that's what she deserved for Wanda to see her at her lowest. If that wasn't it last night.

Natasha shook her head and began to strip out of her clothing before her eyes found the tote bag Wanda brought last night.

She took delicate steps forward and picked up the shirt on top. She held it up and smiled. It was an old concert t-shirt for a pop artist that Natasha would bet all her money that Wanda still loved.

Natasha held the shirt closer and discovered it still smelled of Wanda. Her hands rubbed the fabric before she brought it closer to her body. Soft.

Natasha exhaled and held the shirt close as she turned and looked for a suitable pair of jeans to wear post-shower.

Twenty minutes and an empty bottle of body wash later, Natasha threw on her new t-shirt and picked up her phone just before exiting the tiny house.

She walked the semidry path from the rain last night and felt the guilt of Wanda running home in the rain. Natasha shook her head and practiced lines of apology in her head as she opened the screen door to the Lehnsherr home.

She missed the fact that the red SUV was gone.

"Hello?" Natasha called out as she stood in the doorway. "In here!" Magda called out from the kitchen. Natasha entered and kicked her boots off. "Hello dear, what can I do for you? Breakfast?" Magda asked as she entered from the hallway.

Natasha shook her head. "I'm fine. I was wondering if Wanda was around." Magda raised an eyebrow before also shaking her head. "She went out with some friends last night. Hasn't returned."

Natasha remained composed as she was told this information.

"Do you know who with?" Natasha asked, trying to remember the names of the people from the other day. Magda gave a shrug. "Sorry, dear." She then paused and looked at Natasha. "Did something happen?" Magda's soft voice became more stern.

Natasha instantly shook her head. "No, ma'am." Magda looked down at the shirt Natasha was wearing. She remembers taking her daughter to that specific show. Natasha noticed the look and found herself growing warm in the face. "She just gave me some extra clothes, and I wanted to thank her. I promise!"

A smile worked its way into Magda's face. "Okay." She said in a way that made it seem like she entirely didn't believe Natasha but left it alone.

Wanda and Natasha were both consenting adults.

But Magda would talk with Natasha if she genuinely thought something was happening.

"I can give you her phone number. Maybe you could reach her that way," Magda suggested as she walked back into the kitchen. "That'd be great," Natasha said as she followed.

Magda grabbed her phone and let Natasha copy the number on the screen before also taking down hers, just in case.

"Thank you," Natasha said as she went to walk away before remembering. "Do you know where the keys to the truck are?" Magda shook her head. "No truck. Erik took it for fishing early this morning."

"Oh," Natasha replied. Looks like her bike would do today. Natasha gave a flat smile and turned around down the hall.

As she was putting her boots on, Magda came out from the back. "Try Bruce's." She said. Natasha looked up, confused. "It's a small coffee shop in the heart of town. She might be there." Natasha smiled, but before she could thank Magda, she walked away.

She wore a tight-lipped smile that Natasha couldn't see.

Natasha parked her bike in front of Bruce's a short time later. She removed her helmet and looked at the big, ugly purple sign. Smashing Coffee was the tagline.

She held her helmet under her arm as she entered the establishment. Magda was right. It really was the heart of the town as just about everyone who was probably somebody was in here on an early Sunday morning.

Yet Natasha couldn't find the eyes of Wanda.

But she did find the eyes of someone else.

"Hey Natasha, right?"

Shit, what was his name? Lucky?

A man approached Natasha with a tray of hot and cold drinks. He was attractive, and Natasha could see herself falling for a man of his charm... if she wasn't a lesbian. "How's it going on the farm?" He asked as Natasha walked with him to grab packets of sugar and straws.

"It's good." She replied short as she worked up the way to ask about Wanda.

The man smirked and looked at Natsha's eyes. "You forgot my name, didn't you?" Natasha gripped her helmet under her arm tighter. "Yeah. Sorry." The man shook his head and stuck out his hand. "Bucky. It's a pleasure to re-meet you, Natasha." His voice was smooth, but she wasn't here for him.

"Do you know where Wanda is? She isn't answering her phone." Natasha found herself saying before she could stop. "Oh my gosh-" Bucky stopped Natasha with a smile. "Wow, I see." He said with a laugh. "No." Natasha started saying. "It's nothing like that-"

"No, it's cool," Bucky interjected. "She's with us." He then looked Natasha up and down. "Nice shirt." He smirked before he flexed his left arm and pointed at Natasha's arms before picking up the tray of drinks.

Natasha looked at her arms and saw how the shirt was a tighter fit on her than it probably was on Wanda.

"Wanda is some lucky gal," Bucky said as the two exited the coffee shop. "Bucky, I promise it's not-" Natasha gave up. There was no point in convincing him as long as he took her to Wanda.

"She's back at Danvers. I'll take you there." Bucky said with a smile before looking at Natasha's helmet. "Or you can follow me." Natasha quickly weighed her options. "I'll follow." She responded. Bucky clicked his teeth. "Should I stop trying?" He asked as he started leading Natasha to his car so she knew which one to follow. "Yeah..." Natasha replied as Bucky stepped off the sidewalk to come to the driver's side of a blue Volkswagon beetle.

"This is yours?" Her dog tags hung away from her body as she bent down to look through the passenger window.

"Please don't mock me." Bucky pleaded. Natasha looked at him and hid a smile. "It looks... great." She responded cheerily, but Bucky could see the writing on the wall and sighed. "Just follow me."

Natasha nodded and followed Bukcy on her bike for a mile or two until they pulled into a neighborhood of mini-mansions.

Natasha hated the look of these copy-and-paste houses.

But she kept those thoughts to herself as they pulled up to a house with a Jeep, Subaru, and Wanda's red SUV.

Natasha parked her bike on the road as Bucky parked in the driveway. She placed her helmet on the left handlebar and hopped off. "I know it's a bit much. Trust me, the rest of us don't live in these neighborhoods." Natasha gave a flat smile as she climbed up the driveway to Bucky at the steps of the porch. "Just Carol." He smiled before mumbling: "and Jarvis..."

Natasha tilted her head with an "oh really?" look to Bucky as he opened the front door.

"I brought a guest!" He shouted as he entered the large house that led from the foyer to an immense living room with a bunch of Wanda's friends lounging around. No sign of Wanda.

"Oh shit." The friend with glasses Natasha recognized to be Darcy said aloud. "I mean-" She spoke up. "Oh shit! Natasha, right?" She stood up and passed the stunned face of a blonde, Carol, and a sleepy Sam. Darcy went to hug Natasha before thankfully stopping. "That's Wanda's shirt."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Yes. She gave me extra clothes. It's nothing. Also, hi everyone. Look, is Wanda here?"

Bucky raised his eyebrows and scooted away from the scene to deliver drinks to everyone. Darcy took the opportunity to stand next to her new friend Natasha before lifting her hand to squeeze the redhead's arm. "Sam, she's definitely stronger than you." Natasha looked at Darcy, which made the woman stop touching her before looking at Sam.

Darcy wasn't wrong.

Natasha stepped more into the house and briefly looked at the beautifully decorated art on the walls before stopping at the chair Carol Danvers was occupying. "Is she here?" Natasha asked in a way that quickly reminded everyone in the room that the new Farmhand was previously in the military.

Carol nodded and pointed back. "Y-yeah, she's wi-"

"Natasha?"

Everyone stopped and looked at the voice of Wanda entering the room. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were slightly glossy, and she wore the same clothes as yesterday.

Natasha's guilt crept up again as her green eyes worked over Wanda. But just as she opened her mouth, a blonde haired man came around the corner with a cocky smile as he stared directly at Natasha. "Ah, so this is Natasha." He spoke with a cocky accent as his arm wrapped around Wanda.

Jarvis. Natasha quickly deduced.

Wanda moved uncomfortably, making the man scoff and step closer to Natasha. "What can we do for you, love?" He asked.

Natasha immediately could see why Erik had an intense distaste for this man. Natasha flickered her eyes from Wanda back to the man.

"I don't remember asking for you." She paused as the man smirked. "I'm here for Wanda."

Everyone around Natasha remained quiet as she stepped forward; her eyes moved to Wanda. "Can we talk?" Jarvis stepped in between the longing look Wanda had on Natasha. "Who says she even wants to talk to you? It's not like you wanted to speak to her last night?"

Natasha turned her head to him. "What?" Her eyes glimpsed to Wanda as she looked at Jarvis.

Jarvis scoffed and stepped closer. "Oh, come on. Wanda came running here, and it had to deal with you, didn't it."

"Jarvis!" Wanda yelled, shocked. "What did you tell him?" Natasha asked, confused. Wanda looked back from Jarvis to Natasha. "He doesn't know what he's talking about."

"Sure I do." He looked Natasha up and down. A smile shining on his punchable face. "At least I never lie about who I am." Wanda stormed herself closer as Jarvis reached down and yanked on the dog tags. Natasha remained still as everyone behind her jumped forward.

"Yelena Belova." Jarvis read the tag before letting it fall from his hand. He tilted his head and whispered. "That's not you, right?"

Wanda gasped at the name as her eyes softened. She looked at Natasha and could see the water forming in the corners of her eyes. "Jarvis, that's enough!" Wanda stepped between the two and positioned her body in front of Natasha's.

Jarvis rolled his eyes. "Come on, let's go back upstairs." He reached for Wanda's hand, but she moved it from his hold. "No. I'm leaving." Jarvis scoffed. "Come on-" He went to reach for her hand again, but a force stopped him and sent him falling to the ground.

Natasha.

She stepped around Wanda and squatted down in front of the pathetic man. She pulled on her dog tags and moved another one into his view. "Natasha Romanoff." She spit the words of her own name at him before turning to Wanda. "Grab your stuff. Let's go."

"I'll help." Darcy jumped forward and wrapped her arm around Wanda's before pulling her away.

"Oh, you don't know what you just did," Jarvis said from the floor. "Hey man, why don't you cool it." Bucky moved from his spot to in front of Natasha.

"You can't be serious? She's an animal!" He flung his words at Natasha, who kept her jaw clenched and face turned away.

"I think it's time to go." Carol and Sam rose from their seats as Jarvis got off his ass. "Come on." Bucky slowly began leading Jarvis out the back door and out of view as Darcy and Wanda appeared again.

"You got everything?" Natasha asked Wanda, making her nod before her eyes looked down the shirt past the dog tags. Natasha looked amazing. The shirt was the perfect fit.

"Hey." Natasha grabbed Wanda's attention. "Are you okay?" She questioned. Wanda nodded with hesitance. "I am now."

Wanda watched Natasha's jaw flex. "Are you?" Wanda replied. "We can talk on the way home. Where are your keys?" Natasha answered and asked a question, making Wanda fluster a little. "Uh.."

"Here!" Darcy picked them up off the table by the door. Natasha stuck her hand out for them, and Darcy happily gave them to her. "I'm driving." Natasha took control, and Wanda would be lying if she said she wasn't a little turned on at this.

"Darcy, can you go grab Bucky?" Natasha asked of her new friend. She nodded and left a cloud of dust. "Bucky?" Wanda asked with a particular look of disgust on her face. "What are you friends with him now?" Natasha could sense the repulsion in Wanda and crossed her arms. "Are you serious?" She asked the hypothetical. "Someone had to lead me to you." Natasha turned her body slightly away. "Since you didn't feel like answering your phone." She mumbled.

This was news to Wanda who pulled out her phone. It was dead. But she looked at Natasha and tapped her arm. Natasha gave the green eyes of Wanda her attention. "You have my number?" Wanda asked with a smile.

Natasha uncrossed her arms. "Yeah, I do." Wanda let that sink in before thinking. "Romanoff..." Natasha didn't like how her last name sounded anymore when Wanda said it. She wanted it to be her first name. "Natasha," Natasha said, making the younger one smile wider. "Natasha..."

"Yes?" Natasha held in a smile of her own.

"Why are you here?"

Natasha sighed and let her body deflate. She looked at Wanda with sincerity. Her eyes brushed over Wanda's pink lips. "I came to apologize. I wanted to let you know how sorry I was for my actions. I shouldn't have spoken to you like-"

"Here!" Darcy came back with Bucky in tow and out slightly out of breath. "Darcy said it was an emergency." Darcy smiled widely at Natasha. "I did it! Aren't I a good girl- I mean, aren't I good- the best! I did a good job!"

Wanda turned away and covered her mouth with a broad-eyed expression.

Natasha smiled at Darcy. "Yes, thank you Darcy." Darcy sent a thumbs-up Wanda's way, but her friend ignored it. Natasha turned to Bucky and pulled out the keys to her bike. "Here." Bucky and Wanda looked shocked at this interaction. "I want you to follow us to the farm. I'm going to drive Wanda home in her car, and Darcy, could you follow us in yours so you can give Bucky a ride back?"

Darcy nodded with glee. She was down for anything. "Are you sure?" Bucky asked. Natasha nodded. "Yes. I am."

A few moments later, as Wanda buckled herself in, she turned and watched Natasha adjust the seat and mirrors to her liking.

Her side profile was striking, and the longer Wanda took it in, the likelihood of getting caught skyrocketed. But Wanda didn't care. She bit her bottom lip and smiled. Wanda was in awe.

Natasha turned to see this and smiled back. "What?"

Wanda kept her eyes on Natasha. "Your... you apologized." She said instead. Natasha nodded. "Technically, I wasn't done, but-" Wanda stopped her. "I accept your apology."

"Yeah, but-"

"I don't wanna hear anymore, Natasha." Natasha closed her mouth and put the car in reverse. "Besides..." Wanda started making Natasha stop her actions. "I should apologize for leaving..." Natasha looked at Wanda. "Nothing bad happened, did it?" Wanda shook her head. Natasha was happy to hear that. "Then it's okay. I know you're safe now." Natasha started reversing the car once again as her body turned to look out the back window. Her right hand on the back of Wanda's headrest.

This action made Wanda's stomach flip.

It was weird. When this flirting game that Wanda was playing halted, she became more enthralled with Natasha Romanoff.

If only she knew it worked the same way for Natasha.

Wanda looked at Natasha as she turned the steering wheel before placing the car in drive. Wanda's eyes fell to the tags on the chain.

Wanda thought back to the moments before she drove here to Carols. She felt awful about her actions. She felt terrible at the thought of Natasha having another nightmare.

Worse than that, she now knew that Natasha wore the dog tags of someone close to her—Yelena.

"Natasha?"

"Yes?" Natasha asked as she turned out of the neighborhood.

"Can I ask you a question? Just one?"

Wanda was careful.

Natasha quickly looked over before focusing back on the road. "Sure." Wanda swallowed and took a second to ask her question. "Feel free not to answer this. But..." Wanda turned her head to Natasha. "Could I ask who is Yelena?"

Wanda watched Natasha become more rigid, and it ached to see. Natasha swallowed and glanced at Wanda's gentle stare.

"She was my sister."

Was.

Wanda caught it and thought back to last night. She wanted to tell Natasha that even though she didn't know the context at the time, her words still remained faithful. Or that she would love to know more about her. Or anything else that might've sounded like a great thing to say.

But instead, Wanda was honest and kept her promise only to ask one question. So all she said was: "Okay."

And "Okay." was more than enough for Natasha. She looked over at Wanda as the younger of the two looked away, and Natasha smiled through the hurt.

Okay was perfect.

It was a new day, and Wanda and Natasha were okay.

dividers by @/benkeibear

[sweetcocopowder]

For your milestone can i order a sambucky heart fill confess with the prompts, another nightmare and can i kiss you.

I found your blog recently from the cyberpunk fics so to know you also write mcu stuff is rad. ✌️ you write excellently man.

Prompt 5 | SamBucky

Synopsis: Bucky wakes from a nightmare and Sam is there to help him through it.

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Trauma.

Notes: thank you so much. i haven't written Sambucky stuff in ages but i reckon i cooked up something fucking gawd.

For once in Sam’s life, he was the only one up in the shared apartment. It’s quiet in the place but New York never sleeps as everyone says. Which is true. The hum of cars can be heard through the shutters and the thin walls. It’s small, but it’s comfortable. And cheap enough because hero work doesn’t really pay the best. Or at all.

It had taken a lot of convincing to make the former Winter Soldier move in with him. Bucky had been struggling with keeping his apartment. Rent in the great city of New York isn’t cheap. And being in between transfers with his veteran payments, he isn’t all too finically stable. It’s a lot of court cases to convince the Government that he isn’t going to go deadly assassin again after his time in Wakanda.

Sam nurses a two-litre bottle of orange juice, chugging down as much as he can. He knows for a fact that Bucky will want some of the stuff in the morning, but he couldn’t give too damns at the moment. The bastard ate his leftover muffins that Sarah had given him. So, this is pay back. Even though Bucky didn’t know Sam was keeping those aside for himself. Orange juice can be bought. Sarah’s muffins can’t be made.

At first, the muffled shout that hits Sam’s ears is soft enough that he thinks it’s some crack job outside. Shouting about random shit or that Thanos is upon them again. But when the next shout comes, Sam is quick to put down the juice.

He walks to Bucky’s door a little too urgently for his own good. No more noise comes, but he already has a feeling that Bucky has woken himself up. He hesitates to knock, his knuckles hovering over the wood.

He’s aware of Bucky’s nightmares. The ones that don’t seem to leave no matter how much he talks about them or opens up. Some things don’t leave. Especially with the shit that Bucky has gone through in his life. He can’t blame the man and he doesn’t judge him for it either. Sam finally knocks, softly as to not scare the century old man.

“Bucky?” Sam calls just loud enough to be heard through the door.

There’s shuffling on the other side before the door opens up a tad. The New York lights shine in through open windows, illuminating Bucky as a dark shadow peeping through a hand width crack. Even in the dark though, Sam can deep just how tired Bucky is. His short hair spikes up every which way and he only wears a bear of boxers.

“Why are you up?” Bucky asks with a furrowed expression.

“Couldn’t sleep,” Sam lies. “Another nightmare?”

The vet looks Sam up and down, but not in a threatened way. There’s so much going on his mind right now that Sam can almost hear his thoughts. He opens the door a little further, looking past Sam to try and figure out just why he’s up so late. It’s close to two in the morning.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Sam asks as he leans against the door frame.

This isn’t out of the norm. Getting stuff like this out of Bucky was almost like dealing with a child at first. But Sam had patience and it won over. He hasn’t done a group therapy with other soldiers dealing with their own ptsd in months. But he thinks he’s alright at the moment with helping Bucky. It makes him feel full. Despite how odd that sounds.

Bucky’s eyes flicker to the ground for a moment before he opens the door wider. He lets Sam in with a grumbled, “Come in then.” He doesn’t close the door fully, leaving it open a crack.

Sam makes himself at home by sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning over to turn on the lamp. Bucky throws on a random white shirt from the ground before sitting on the bed as well. He places his face in his palms, his Vibranium arm reflecting light from the bedside lamp. Sam doesn’t pay it any attention, the awe having worn off ages ago.

“Was it the train again?” Sam asks.

“No,” Bucky shakes his head.

Sam hesitates before asking the next question. He’s read over Bucky’s reports once. Once and never again. He knows from the reports on what experimentations Hydra had put the soldier through. But hearing the stories from Bucky’s lips is enough to make Sam feel nauseous.

“Do you remember the year?” Sam asks.

He’s realized that in asking so, it seems to help ground Bucky. His memories of going in and out of cryo are so jumbled and hazy that he didn’t realize just how many years he was losing.

“I-“ Bucky pauses, “I couldn’t tell you.”

“What happened this time round?”

The vet sits up straight but doesn’t dare make eye contact with Sam. He tries to smooth out his hair but it’s too no avail. It sticks up every which way, as if his hair is still not use to being so short.

“I’ve told you how I was used to train the other super soldiers. The ones that hydra made after me,” Bucky asks rhetorically before he continues on. “There was this one in particular, I forget his name now. Gone with everything else. But he wouldn’t listen. Didn’t understand that there was no way out of this.”

“You got out,” Sam interrupts.

Bucky’s icy eyes finally glance his way. “After how many years?”

Sam only hums at that, not sure how to answer. He waits for Bucky to continue, his gaze never leaving him.

“Then finally one training session,” Bucky endures as he hunches back over, twiddling his thumbs between his knees, “he snapped. He came at me with blood lust. And with everything that was pent up, and with me being worn down and just so damn tired from all the work… he easily overcame me. He beat me bloody. Beyond bloody even. I can still remember the pain, the bruises that didn’t leave for months afterwards. Even with the serum in me, my wounds didn’t heal for weeks,” Bucky voices cracks here and there as he tries to cover it up with clearing his throat.

But Sam can see the memory playing as freshly as if it’s happening now behind those pale blue eyes. A shiver runs down Bucky’s spine, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

Sam frowns, exhaling slowly before reaching out and places a hand on the vet’s shoulder. Bucky doesn’t flinch away, instead looks to Sam like a hurt street pup.

“That pain is in the past,” Sam enquires softly. “Nothing can change that. But maybe you’re holding onto it because it’s familiar. Or because you thought you did something wrong. Maybe because you thought you could keep that man in line.”

Bucky exhales shakily, his gaze becoming long once again. “That’s the thing. I did set him in line at the end. They- They made me-” he clears his throat, looking back down at his twiddling thumbs. “They made me put him down like some dog, Sam.”

“So you think you didn’t do him just?” Sam asks, squeezing Bucky’s shoulder.

The soldier shrugs softly. “I’m not sure on that. Is it bad that I think it’s more just putting him down than allowing him to become Hydra’s little plaything?”

Sam is quiet for a heartbeat, not wanting to stay silent for too long. “No. But at the same time, I don’t think you should hold yourself accountable because you were both under Hydra’s thumb. Both being played a game you didn’t you head or tail of.”

“Doesn’t change the fact I did it,” Bucky grumbles.

“But it’s the fact that you’re trying to do better on top of that, Buck.”

Bucky glances at Sam, opening his mouth to snap at him for calling him that. But he stops himself, his gaze flickering off again. A taxi horn honks loudly outside, but neither of them pays it any attention.

“Look,” Sam squeezes Bucky’s shoulder again before sliding down and grabbing onto his forearm gently. “Those things you did. That person you were. Is all gone now. Wakanda made sure of that. There’s only Bucky.”

The vet looks to Sam’s hand on his arm, a sad look coming to his eyes. But he receives a soft, sweet smile that warms Sam’s heart. He’s won tonight. Even if it’s a little victory, he’s won.

“You’re too sweet on me, Sam,” Bucky mumbles.

It seems so out of character yet not at the same time. Sam raises a brow at him, waiting for him to continue on with what else is on his mind. A warm, metal hand is placed over his own instead and Sam can feel his heart skip a beat. But he collects himself quickly.

It’s hard though when Bucky looks at him like that. With a soft smile on his lips and his warm yet icy gaze looking directly at him. He’s always had a staring problem, but Sam’s never been truly bothered by it. The soldier that Sam always sees is gone in this moment. It’s just the Bucky he’s grown to know that’s under all the fucked up shit.

“I’m going to ask you something stupid right now,” Bucky says, his voice low and barely a whisper. But Sam hears it all the same in the night.

“Go right ahead,” Sam blurts out a little too quickly.

Bucky turns to Sam a little bit more, squeezing his hand in the process.

“This might be one sided but I’ve lived too long to care,” Bucky chuckles breathlessly to himself, as if what he’s just said his humorous. Sam can’t take his eyes off him, swallowing a thick lump in his throat. “Can I, kiss you?”

Sam short circuits, staring blankly at Bucky for a tad too long. He feels his heart skip a beat again, as if he’s about to have a heart attacked or something, blinking a few times a tad shocked. The vet sighs deeply, pulling away his hand from Sam’s.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky says as he looks down.

But Sam snaps out of it, grabbing onto his Vibranium arm to draw Bucky closer. He crashes their lips together a little too harshly, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t know what’s taken a hold of him, but having this, flag waving above their heads now saying it’s the all go is all Sam needed. The kiss is warm and everything Sam would have expected.

He’s seen the little flirts and flashes of who Bucky use to be in the 40’s. He’s heard Steve talk about him from before he got all jacked with super serum. And Bucky doesn’t disappoint.

Bucky pulls away first with a breathless chuckle. He holds onto Sam’s hand tightly, as if he’s afraid he’ll run away from him. But Sam is still as stiff as ice, frozen in place as he looks to Bucky as if this isn’t real. If it was this easy to shut Sam up at times he would have done this much, much sooner.

-

Hope your enjoyed this ;)

[reagi-df]

Same love some Bucky ansgt 😂 as much as I love a good redemption, I’d also like something. But I guess we’d have to wait and see 🫠. Lol I’ve just read the issues and I miss the old artist 😭, but yeah it does look like Bucky has a drastic change I really can’t help but think it’s all a ploy, like Peggy and Ian are in on it.

Hell I even had a thought that maybe buckys’s arm is controlling him 😂😂😂 Ohhhhh new fic idea

But yeah at least we get some (hopefully) buckynat

A littel rant about Captain America Cold War Alpha

mostly about Bucky, ofc, ‘couse you know, he is like that…

Keep reading

[ladyalatariel]

Heartless - Part 7

A/N: Guys feedback is super important to me, I love every single one of them.

FEEDBACK!

Summary: Bucky was deeply in love with Natasha, but she leaves him for another guy, and he doesn’t know that. After a few weeks in his room, he goes buy a coffee, and he meets you, the opposite of Natasha. He decides to date you, to prove Natasha that he moved on, what will happen when you find out?

Bucky Barnes x Reader ; Thor Odinson x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff so much fluff, and Thor (he’s a warning too)

Tag List: @float-autumn-leave, @sebsunshinestan, @superflashallen, @learisa, @buffy-morgendorffer-01, @ly–canthrope,  @joannie95, @wtfholland, @nikolett3, @buckyisthatyou, @atomicfandombomb, @lostinthoughtsandfeelings, @just-a-littlebit-of-everything, @uservalkyrie, @akamaiden, @lokigreyvatore, @bucksandroses, @phoenix-whiskey-tears, @samantha281203, @sakurashortstack, @jackiehollander, @starkillazz, @marvelsfansworld, @stardustsoldierrook, @melimelbean, @cobra-anon, @analovesseb, @lovemarvel101, @letsthedogpackandthecats, @imreallyweird, @fuckthatfeeling, @deathbyrabbit, @fxckingfat, @escapetheshackles, @ilovethewayyourheartbeats

Heartless Masterlist

Main Masterlist

You were following Thor to the beach, with tears in your eyes and a hole in your heart. You were feeling dirty, disposable, like you and your feelings didn't matter. The only reason why you agreed to go with Thor was because you wouldn’t be fine alone, you needed someone by your side, that sounded selfish, but that was exactly how you were feeling at that moment. With the stormbreaker, Thor summoned the bifrost, he didn't said anything else to you, he understood your feelings, he’s been through that, when Jane cheated on him, he knew that you needed your space.

After a few minutes, you and Thor were in Asgard. Heimdall came closer to Thor and gave him a tight hug.

“We missed you.” Heimdall expressed, patting on Thor’s shoulder.

“How’s everything around here?” Thor was still apprehensive of letting his sister rule Asgard, but she kept her promise, so far.

“Hela is a remarkable ruler, and Loki is helping her with any doubt she might have, I don’t need to intervene.” Thor was pleased with the answer, his brother and sister were getting along and Asgard was better than ever was.

“Heimdall, this is Y/N. She’s my guest here, so make sure that’s taken care of.” Heimdall smiled, he knew from the way Thor was looking at you, that you would be more than a guest.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Y/N.” You smiled and hugged him, Heimdall hugged you back. You were an affectionate person, and you needed that hug, more than you could ever admit.

“I’ll take you to your chambers.” Thor showed you the way to your room.

You were looking at everything in awe, the golden palace, the bifrost, every single detail was blowing your mind, Asgard was astonishing, you had no idea how Thor could leave all of that behind to be on Earth. You were there for less than ten minutes, and you didn't want to go back to your life. In your mind you were wondering if Bucky was looking for you, if he was relieved that you were gone, if he was with Natasha? The thought alone made your skin crawl, how could someone treat you so sweetly, having no heart? The only conclusion was that James Buchanan Barnes was heartless, but you needed to take the hate you felt towards him from your heart, or you would become like him.

Your room was beautiful, it was just like the palace, golden. You just realized that you didn't had any kind of appropriate clothes to wear on Asgard, you packed for a summer vacation, so there was mostly bikinis.

“Thor, I don’t think that I have clothes to use here.” You laughed nervously, but Thor found that absolutely adorable, you were the most gorgeous woman to him.

“I warned Heimdall about our arrival, he warned the seamstress to make a few dresses for you, I’ll take you there tomorrow.” He smiled to you, his smile was comforting, reassuring, it reminded you of the goodness in the world, Thor was an amazing person, you could see that clearly. “You should bathe, there’s a robe that you can use.” He left you alone, you entered the bathroom, everything was fit for a royal, you started to prepare a bath for you.

You took off your clothes and the warm water was soothing your aching muscles, but not your heart, your mind was torturing you, with images of Bucky and Natasha together, laughing at you, your relationship with Bucky was a joke and you were the punch line. But you needed to forget about Bucky, he didn't deserve any tears from you. You got out of the bathtub, and you put a red silky robe, it felt amazing against your skin.

You reminded yourself that you didn't thanked Thor for everything he did for you, so you decided to look for him, to thank him for helping you in the worse moment of your life. You opened the door, and went to find Thor, but you forgot that you were in a palace and you were completely lost. After wandering around for half an hour, you found Thor, he was admiring the stars on a balcony, he seemed at peace.

“Thor?” You cleared your throat to have his attention, his gaze fell on your body, but he quickly looked in your eyes with a frown on his face.

“Y/N, what happened? Are you alright?” He put his hands on your arms, in that moment your breath was caught on your throat, his touch was lighting a fire inside you, but at the same time it was comforting.

‘I’m better now, thanks to you Thor.” You smiled, it was true. You had no idea how you were going to handle this situation without him.

“It’s the least that I could do, you were nothing but kind to me, and you were the only to notice when something was wrong with me, you deserve this and so much more.” His thick accent, and deep voice were soothing to you, Thor caressed your cheeks, and you leaned in into the touch.

You realized that the only thing that was keeping you afloat was Thor, he was your rock in that moment, you wanted to thank him, but you didn't know how.

“Can I hug you?” You blurred out, and Thor nodded with a huge and genuine smile on his face.

You hugged him, and you let out all of your emotions on that hug, you felt safe on Thor’s arms. Thor was beaming inside, he wanted to keep you close to him, ever since he meet you, he could see that you were too good for Bucky. He was happy enough to see you happy in the arms of another man, but that man wasn’t even worth your time, and Thor was more than happy to be there for you, to help you fix your broken heart.

You looked at him, and he looked at you, Thor was looking at your lips, how much he wanted to claim them, to claim you as his, but he couldn’t, he would never take advantage of you in such a fragile state that you were, he would hate himself for doing something that you would regret.

“Thank you, Thor.” You whispered, if he kissed you, you wouldn’t stop him, quite the opposite.

“Good night, Y/N.” He kissed your forehead, and left you.

You went back to your room, thinking about Thor and his touch that was still lingering on your body. You slept peacefully in the silk sheets, it was one of the best nights you ever had. You remembered that Thor was coming to take you to the seamstress, so you put on an outfit that you had, a short and a white shirt. Thor knocked on your door, you opened up and you saw him smiling, his smile gave you butterflies in your stomach.

“Are you ready?” You nodded, and followed him.  

When you entered the room, it was filled with amazing fabric everywhere. You heard a noise, and a woman appeared, she had blonde hair and dark brown eyes, she was beautiful, she seemed more mature, you had no idea how old she was, but you knew that Asgardians lived longer.

“Y/N, this is Astrid, the royal seamstress.” Thor introduced you, and she smiled, at the same time she was looking at your body.

“I have one dress ready for you.” You followed her, and the dress was breathtaking.

“It’s beautiful.” You whispered, touching the dress.

“Put it on, and you’ll come back tomorrow to wear the other ones.” She smiled, while you frowned.

“How many of these are you going to make?” You asked, clearly puzzled.

“Prince Thor said that as many as I could, but don’t worry about this, go put on the dress.” She encouraged you, and you changed.

When Thor saw you with that dress, it was like his whole world stopped, you looked absolutely gorgeous, he never met anyone other woman with half of your beauty. The dress was perfect with your skin tone, and Thor was loss of words, the only thing he could do was admire your beauty.

“Let’s go, I want you to meet my family.” Thor took your hand on his, and guided you to the Great Hall, there was Hela, Loki, Skurge and Brunnhilde, they were laughing and drinking.

“Everyone, this is Y/N, she’s from Midgard and she’s staying here for some time.” You smiled at you, reasurely.

Everyone got up from the table and went to greet you, Brunnhilde was the first.

“It’s nice meeting you, Y/N. I’m Brunnhilde.” You smiled, and she hugged, after that she left the Great Hall.

“I’m Loki, the god of mischief, it’s a pleasure.” Loki kissed your hand, making you giggle.

Hela didn't came to you at first, she talked to Thor.

“Brother, now I see why you’re on Midgard so much.” Hela smirked, and Thor shook his head.

“No, she’s not reason why I’m there.” Hela smirked at her brother’s nervousness, she looked at you, Skurge was introducing himself to you.

“I’m Hela.” She simply said, you noticed a choker on her, it was black with a small ruby, it was simple but beautiful.

“I’m Y/N, it’s an honor to meet Thor’s sister.” You took her by surprise when you hugged her, Hela was expecting fear from you, not a hug. Hela could feel that you were genuine, and she instatenely warmed up to you.

“Well, there’s some business I must attend, but I’ll see you later.” Hela smiled, and left you and Thor alone.

You and Thor started to have breakfast together, the conversation and light, there wasn’t a uncomfortable silence between the two of you, it was meant meant to be, you and him.

After a week in Asgard, you knew the palace very well, you became quite close with Hela. She was a great friend to you, and everybody was surprised to see Hela warming up to someone so quickly, you were now talking to Hela in the throne room, who knew that Hela could be quite funny?

“What about you and my brother?” Hela asked, with a smirk plastered on her face, you instantly got shy.

“There’s nothing between me and your brother.” You replied, trying to hide the smile on your face every time you heard Thor’s name.

“Of course not.” Hela replied, and she didn't pushed you in the matter, she knew that you and Thor were very similar, none of you would actually take the first step.

Skurge entered the throne room, you saw that he was wearing the choker that Hela was using when you first met her.

“Hela, we need you to talk about security.” Skurge explained, and left you and Hela alone again.

“Hela, can I ask you a question? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” You were a little scared if Hela was going to be offended by your question.

“Of course.” She smiled, you took a deep breath.

“This choker that Skurge was wearing, I saw you wearing it too. Does it mean something?” Hela laughed, and you were confused.

“You are truly innocent.” She laughed again. “It means that whoever wears this choker is the submissive that day, me and Skurge are very dominant people, that was our way to both of us have the control.” You nodded, taking in her information, it was interesting, to say the least.

“Well, I need to go. But I’ll see you at dinner.” Hela left you, and you went to the library, it was a good place to be alone, reading a good book.

You went there, and started to read a book about Asgard, you wanted to know more about the culture of the place. You didn't saw time pass, when you heard Thor coming in, he was looking for you for hours.

“How are you?” He asked, with a smile on his face.

“I’m great, what time is it?” You got up and put the book on the shelf.

“It’s night, do you want to walk with me?” You nodded and both of you left the library.

It was a comfortable silence between the two of you, Thor was smiling at you.

“Thor, I can’t thank you enough for everything you did for me.” He smiled, Thor loved the fact that you were so grateful.

“You don’t need to thank me.” Thor put a stray of hair behind your ear, his touch sends shivers down your spine, you looked at him, but it was different from the other times.

“Kiss me, Thor.” You whispered, and he didn't needed to be told twice.

Thor kissed you, it was gentle, loving, passionate, he put his heart on the kiss, and you did the same Reluctantly, he stopped the kiss, and he put his forehead against yours.

“I don’t want to take advantage of you, my sweet Y/N.” He whispered, you could see the hurt on his face.

“Thor, I want this, I want you, I’ve never been more sure of something in my entire life.” Thor put your legs around his waist and guided you to his bedroom, he was going to make you feel loved, every inch of your body.

“I’m gonna make love to you.” His tone was more of a question, you nodded your head, and he kissed you again.

“So soft.” He mumbled on your skin, his kisses were lighting a fire within you.

Thor made love to you, it was slow, sweet, and everything you could ever ask for, Thor was perfect, you could see that from the way he treated you, he was different.

Rays of sunshine was peeking through the windows, and you woke up, Thor was cuddling with you, his arm was protectively around your waist, your legs were tangled together, it was everything you could ever ask for, thoughts about the night before invaded your thoughts, how Thor was holding your hand, how his thrusts were slow and filled with care, how much he healed your broken heart.

“Don’t hurt him, please.” You heard Loki’s voice, startling you.

“What you’re doing here?” It was one of Loki’s illusion, you could tell.

“I hurt him many times, but he won’t handle having his heart broken by you.” With that he was gone, you looked at Thor, he was still sleeping.

How could you ever hurt the one person that made you feel whole again?

[subwaysurf45]

Is it possible to do something with Bucky (maybe protective Bucky? Only if you feel it fits well though) learning that you were groomed and gaslit by an abusive ex when he sees how you’re still fighting to trust your own brain and re-learn what’s real and what your ex put in your head? I’m speaking out about my abusive ex after a year and a half of keeping quiet, and I could just use some comfort if that’s okay 🥺

hey love, of course, I can write this for you. it takes a lot of bravery for you to talk about your past experiences, I'm truly in awe. I would love to add some comfort and make a little gift for you and others who are speaking out!

Warnings: mentions of previous abuse, crying, mentinos of grooming, angsty stuff. 

You stood behind the corner of the bedroom, and you could see Bucky sitting on the couch on his phone. He was wearing a dress shirt and dress pants, and a few top buttons of his shirt were undone so you could see the silver chain peak through but not the dog tags.

your hands smoothed down the front of your dress but then quickly pulled the top up to cover your chest, not doing anything to change how the dress sat on. your body.

The online order said it would fit your measurements but it was small, most likely it was supposed to be like that but you haven't worn a cocktail dress since before your last boyfriend.

no one, not even your parents, knew about the relationship. it was embarrassing to you that you let yourself fall into the trap of your boss. part of you thought you were smarter than that, but the other part wouldn't stop falling for his sweet words. 

Bucky kept his eyes on his phone, "Let me know when you're ready, baby!" he called, not aggressively but loud enough to reach the washroom; that's where you told him you were.

Deep breath.

you walked around the corner and into the living room, standing in front of Bucky and smoothing the dress down again. "is this okay?"

Bucky stayed quiet for a while, "wow," he whispered, "honey, you looked great - you're definitely in the dress code, it's perfect!" he stood up and got an eye full, you let him check you in case he found something he didn't like.

"but is it okay?" you leaned forward, you weren't asking about the resturants dress code.

Bucky's speechless face fell for a moment before reaching out and touching your hips, "yes, babe, it's great," he pulled you into a hug, "you look great, you're not overdressed or underdressed - if that's what you're worried about."

you sighed, "I'm not worried about that dress code, Buck." Your arms wrapped around him.

Bucky leaned back but not too far to break your hold, "honey, if you feel uncomfortable, you can change, don't wear something for me," he smiled, "but if you want to wear that dress, I'll beat up any guy who even looks at you."

"No," you covered your face with your hands, "can you just approve this dress? are you okay with this much skin and this much makeup and this much...everything?" You slapped both hands on your thighs in frustration.

Bucky tilted his head to the side, "approve?" he was aware of your past relationship but you didn't tell him much to protect him, the moment you let your old Boss' name slip he'd be a dead man walking.

"yeah," you shrugged, "do you approve of this dress?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He took your hand, "is this a thing?" he wasn't mocking, he was asking without bringing up any triggering words. the moment you nodded he pulled you into another hug, "baby, I've said it once and I'll say it again: I really think you need to tell me everything or at least a therapist, you've gotten so much better but these little things, I mean, it kills to watch you get so worried and I don't even know what you're feeling." His hand cupped your cheek, trying to get you to look at him but your eyes were casted down. 

your lip began to tremble, “sorry,” you whispered, “I know you wanted to go out tonight, I’m just ruining it,” you couldn’t be more quiet as you spoke to the floor. 

Bukcy sighed, “don’t let them win, honey,” he cupped your cheek, softly swiping his thumb to collect your tears. “If you’re really not feeling it, I understand and we’ll stay in tonight, let me know.” 

you took a deep breath and Bucky copied, part of you liked the feeling of his breath on your face to sooth you. “Okay,” you wiped your tears, “I won’t let them win and we can go, just let me fix my makeup.” 

Bucky let your hand slip from his as you scurried off to the bathroom, he stood there and listened to you. his chest hurt from seeing the effects of past boyfriends still cling onto you, he knew you had healed so much but there were little things that never budged. 

when you came out you took another deep breath and grabbed Bucky’s hand, walking out of the door and to the streel to hail a cab. 

Tag List: 

@jackiehollanderr @tylard-blog1 @readingbooksdrinkingtea @linzc-reader @hotleaf-juice @honeybunchesofbucky @munsonettee @seybox @yaszx @happyt0exist @sky0401 @striving4averagegirl @searchf0rtheskyline @aya-fay @emi11ie @wbyss @luvrsbian

hey, I think I figured myt aglist out - this is my greatest enemy I think. Anyways, if you would like to be added to my taglist please send an ask, that is the only way you’ll get there folks!

[xneens]

i do

Warning: language, major character death, violence, angst

Word count: 3.4k

Summary: Soulmate AU where the last words you will ever hear from your soulmate is written on your wrist so you won't know it's them until you've lost them.

Staring at the words on your wrist, you held back another sigh, tracing the black ink with your finger, dread and sadness washing over you. You shuddered at the words, unable to rid of the lump in your throat.

I do.

Born with the words on your wrist, no one knew when they would meet their soulmates, unknown to who your other half was until they died. It was cruel, knowing the last thing they'll say to you would cause you immense pain. Horror stories stemmed from the agonies of other's pain, movies made out of the tales that would become famous.

Some, those who were protective of their hearts, buried themselves away from others, but fate always led them to their soulmate. No matter how short the time would be stretching from the duration of your life to a single second before you'd lose them. The best outcome to happen was when two lovers let go, and spend their lives together, to die at when they were to, finding out they had spent their lives with their one and only. That possibility was becoming more and more realistic with modern technology and wishful thinking.

Yet, there was some tragedies. The unfortunate ones would have their sentences written on their wrist, knowing they'd only know their soulmate for a short time, or not at all. “It's nice to meet you.” "What's your name?" "Can I get your number?" "Sounds like a date." Not knowing them at all was, to most, was worse than to know them at all.

A few rare situations when your soulmate would die young. Parents told horror stories, reading the words off their kid's wrist. "We're playing dodgeball in gym!" "I didn't do my math homework." "You can come to my birthday party. I'm turning seven next week!"

Then there were the most terrifying stories. They were the ones turned into thrillers, a real life story turned into a disrespectful horror movie. They'd lose each other, aware there was nothing they could do. "I thought you locked the door." "I don't think we're alone." "Behind you!" "Someone's in the house."

Thankful none of the situations applied to you, you still couldn't get the words branded in your wrist out of your head. It lingered, whispering the last words before your heart would be torn, only healed when death came for you. Some looked on the positive side, knowing meeting their soulmate was inevitable.

Natasha broke you out of your reverie as she tackled you down on the mat, leaving you breathless at the sudden attack, confused to how you've become acquaintances with the ground. You spit your hair out, grimacing in disgust as a few strays stuck to your lips. With your hands tied behind your back, and crushed against the former assassin's body, you turned your attention on her smug smile, glaring daggers.

"Okay, get off before Tony pictures us scissoring again." you grunted, too tired to push her off of you. Natasha laughed, letting your wrists go as she shifted her weight off of you, sitting next to you on the thick mat. You rolled onto your back, closing your eyes in exhaustion. "That was unnecessary, Nat."

Spending the day at the gym with Natasha seemed like a good idea after being beaten by Clint the day before. You knew you were getting rusty, without all the life threatening missions and people to save, your skills wasn't needed. Besides, you loved yourself too much for Steve to convince you to join him on his suicide runs. He woke up before the sun rose, and it only took a few runs to realize that even you couldn't keep up with his fast pace. ("Although, I would love to see his fast pace in the bedroom. Ow, Sam!")

After tying the score—despite the lack of training, you and Natasha still tied when it came to hand to hand combat—you had sat down on the bench, which was now sweaty, and sulked, sighing over the words written on your wrist.

Natasha rolled her eyes, leaning on her elbows as she eyed your expression, eyes narrowing when you didn't return her smile. "What's with the sad face? Are you thinking about your soulmate mark again?"

"You know I only allow myself to think about it once every other month." you replied. Natasha made a noise in respond but you ignored it. "Shut up, I know I'm pathetic. No need to voice your opinions."

"You're not pathetic, just compassionate." she whispered, her eyes sparkling with remembrance. Natasha had lost her soulmate on a mission a few years before the Avengers were formed, but it didn't stop her from living her life. You hoped you could follow her path when the horrid time came. "Out of curiosity, if you had to guess, do you think you've met your soulmate by now?"

You've given it much thought, coming up with a good theory that even Tony Stark would be impressed by. Of course, you didn't share it with anyone, giving Nat the simplified version of it. "With the amount of people I've met, I like to think so."

The playful smirk returned to her lips, a wiggle of her eyebrows as she digested your words. "And do you think a certain blond, big-hearted, super soldier might be it?"

You reached for the nearest water bottle, throwing it at her only to have it hit the wall behind her as she dodged it. Natasha laughed, putting distance between you, sensing an attack. You scowled at her but it lacked real annoyance. "Oh my, God. I have, like, the smallest crush on him and you're already planning our children's proms."

"I'm thinking: under the sea." Natasha joked, grinning when the corner of your lips curled up. The both of you burst out laughing, thinking about Natasha in a ridiculous kid-friendly dress as she chaperoned yours and Steve's future offsprings.

As if summoned, Steve chose that moment to enter the training room, freezing in his tracks when he saw you and Natasha cackling. His expression made Natasha double back into another round of laughter while yours subsided in giggles. Steve cleared his throat, looking down as a slight blush decorated his face.

He murmured your name, walking up towards you, his blue eyes eyeing the ground with too much interest. "Did you hear about the party Tony is making all of us go to?"

Natasha stopped laughing immediately, jaw clenching at Tony's betrayal. They had a truce where Natasha would stop hacking into his system to play Spice Girls—with the help of Bruce, of course—and Tony was to stop throwing parties every month. It's been three months since the last party, the one where Natasha has almost killed the billionaire. Tony couldn't hold off any longer. She stood. "I'm going to kill him."

Before either of you could get a word in, Natasha was already out the door, her stance deadly as Tony Stark awaited his death. The door slammed close behind her as Steve sat down beside you on the mat, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

You admired his ruffled hair, blond strands hanging down on his forehead. You had mentioned to him that he looked sexier with his long hair, and it seemed like he was following your advice. Dressed in a simple black t-shirt and gray sweatpants, Steve Rogers was every girl's waking fantasy. It truly was unfair how good he could look in sweats.

"Hey." you greeted, smiling sweetly at him. Being happy around Steve was as easy as giving Pepper Potts presents. He returned the smile, grinning from ear to ear as he looked away, his cheeks reddening even more. "What can I do for you, Stevie?"

"Thor wanted to have some kind of Asgardian contest that may or may not level the top floor. I thought you might want to do something else, have a peaceful night instead of risking our lives to one of Thor's games?" he asked sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Not letting excitement cloud your senses, you grew cautious, eyes narrowing as you looked around the room, trying to search for a hidden camera that would allow Tony to get you back from ruining his thousand-dollar crocs. Steve Rogers was not asking you out in no way.

Steve saw your expression, quickly backing off. "Only if you want to. I'm sure you missed Thor and all. It's okay, I can suffer a few third degree burns—"

"No!" you shouted, making Steve flinch at the suddenness. You cleared your throat, cheeks heating up. "Uh, I mean, yeah. I wouldn't mind missing the party. Where did you plan on going?"

Slightly surprised, a smile crept on his lips. He ran a hand across his face to hide the cheeky grin. "Wherever you want to go."

You threw him a smile, unhealthily giddy. If Clint were here to comment, he'd compare you to a happy school girl with a massive crush. "Oh. Okay."

A voice interrupted the short silence, scaring both you and Steve. You suspected the AI, Friday, had been invested in your conversation. "If I may make a suggestion, I advise you both to leave sometime in the next hour before Mr. Stark ropes you in. I'm inclined to think Mr. Stark won't be above blackmail."

"Thank you, Friday." you murmured. The AI said it's goodbye, far too amused for your liking.

Steve got up, offering his hand for you. Both of you were smiling like idiots, cheeks hurting from the too-big smiles that adorned your faces. You had a suspicion you somewhat embodied a clown. The super-solider kept his hand wrapped around yours. "Would you like to leave at this moment, or get changed?"

You shook your head, liking the warmth of his touch. "I'm good. Let's leave."

Steve Rogers was a gentleman, that was confirmed by his acts and the influence of being raised right. Despite that fact, he was a savage in the bedroom. Or half the time, out of the bedroom. You had been surprised, yet pleased, when you fell into his bed halfway through the second unofficial date. After that night, Steve finally built the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend—a term he found silly but otherwise a happy milestone.

After years of being friends, Steve was ready to begin the rest of your lives together. No one was surprised, besides you, that he had proposed three months after the first official date. Being head over heels, you excitedly agreed, only to blanch when Tony started a petition to let him plan the wedding with you. Pepper had stopped him.

No one knew what happened the night of Thor's and Tony's party. Though, Steve made a smart choice to ditch it when you both found a floor of the tower littered with blackened metals and slightly burnt walls. The team wouldn't speak of the incident, not that neither you or Steve cared. You had both been too jubilant to interrogate them.

The wedding day came. Steve had been stopped by Thor, failing to sneak into the room you were in. No matter how strong he was, Thor wouldn't allow any bad luck to happen especially after you had lied to him about naming your firstborn after him. Steve tried, and failed, to tell him you weren't going to name his son after the God of Thunder. Bucky was too busy arguing with Sam about the flower decoration to help out Thor.

Dressed in the lavender bridesmaid dress, Natasha burst into the room, a smile adorning her face. She had thanked you multiple times for not dressing her in those ugly dresses she had seen on Pinterest. "You getting cold feet yet?"

"Mine are toasty warm." you mumbled, hands trembling at the thought of declaring your love in front of a crowd. You wondered if it was too late to get ear plugs so no one would hear all the gooey, cheesy vows you would utter to Steve.

"Very convincing." Natasha teased, taking a shot of the wine laid out on the table. Placing the flute down, she eyed the door, prepared to attack Steve if he managed to get away from Thor. "Alright, what're you worried about?"

You bit your lip, messing up the fresh layer of lip gloss Pepper had put on. Glancing out the window, you saw the crowd settling down in there chairs. The anxiety built up inside you. "Um, falling down the aisle. Accidentally saying the wrong name. Messing up in my vows. Dying of embarrassment."

"You'll be great, I promise. No one's going to die. You won't trip because Tony wouldn't let you. You won't say the wrong name because Steve's is practically implanted in your brain and you'll be too busy staring into his ocean blue eyes that you won't mess up. Now, are you still worried?" she asked, laughing when you managed to trip over your wedding dress.

"If anything, Tony's going to purposely trip me." you muttered, tempted to take a swig of some liquid courage, but the fetus in you held you back. The ceremony would start soon, and being too nervous, you hadn't eaten any breakfast. It was probably a good thing considering the nausea you were feeling. Why call it morning sickness when it didn't happen in the morning?

"You're being paranoid, everything will be great." she sighed, turning to the window, staring directly at the green hybrid. The Bruce and Natasha thing was unsurprising but kind of weird, especially with the whole sex thing. You had gagged at the thought of Bruce trying to fit inside of Natasha, and stopped altogether. "I'll be right back, I gotta do something."

She left the room before you could address her, groaning when she left a tiny crack in the door. Natasha knew how much it annoyed you when people left the door open when you originally had it closed. Heaving a sigh, you went to close the door, only to be met by a small force. Steve stuck his head through opening, his worried frown turning into a dazzling grin as he spotted you.

Without a word, he took you in his arms, his hand cupping your cheek as he pressed a quick kiss on your lips. You smiled into the kiss, closing the door behind him as your arms wrapped around his neck.

You pulled away, wiping the lip gloss smeared across his lips. Steve did the same, smirking at his handy work. "Hello, Mrs. Rogers. How do you feel?"

"Like I want to tangle myself around you in every way possible." you whispered, pressing another kiss to his lips. Steve chuckled, his thumb drawing small circles on your back. "How about you, Husband?"

"I've been waiting for this day for a very long time. You can't imagine how jovial I am." said Steve. He gave your nose a quick peck, and you giggled. "I know it's suppose to be bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony but I couldn't bear it."

Giggling, you pulled him closer, your lips meeting his neck as you sucked softly at the sensitive skin. "Hmm, I can't wait until I'm officially yours. Do you think we have time for a quickie? It'd really help with my wedding nerves."

Steve laughed, but the sound came out a little breathless. Even with the thickness of the wedding gown, you could feel him on your hip, smirking when he shifted. "While that's a very tempting offer, both Natasha and Pepper would kill me for ripping apart this beautiful dress."

"But Steve—" your whine was cut off by Natasha pulling Steve out of your arms.

The redhead glared at him, pushing him towards the opened door. "You, out, now."

"I'll see you—" Steve began to say, only to be cut off when the door slammed in his face. Natasha turned to turn her death stare on you.

"Look at your makeup. I can't believe he snuck in here with Thor on his ass." Natasha complained, pushing you towards the vanity, quickly applying the tube of lip gloss on your lips. You blinked back the tears as she practically poke your eye with the mascara wand, trying to fix Steve's touch on your slightly smeared mascara. "You look like you're going to puke."

You shook your head, taking a deep breath. "I'm good. Where's Tony?"

"Right here." he answered, entering with a velvet box in his hand. The billionaire set it down on the vanity before eyeing your stance. "Wow, you look ..."

"Like I'm gonna throw up all over Steve's suit?" you finished, panic rising.

"I was going to say gorgeous but now that you mention it, you do look a little green." he teased, earning himself a nudge from Natasha. Tony rubbed his ribs. "If you want to ditch, I have the car running in case you want to make a quick getaway."

You rolled your eyes, wishing you hadn't let him talk you into such a big wedding. All you wished at the moment was to take Steve with you and elope. "Thanks for the offer but I'm good. Let's get this over with."

"And here I thought you weren't romantic." Tony joked, handing you the bouquet of flowers.

Natasha checked her watch, the music audible. Morgan, the flower girl was already walking down the aisle along with Pepper's nephew on her heels. The former assassin opened the door, grinning. "Wait a few seconds before you follow me."

And with that, she walked down the short hall before stepping outside, the aisle was cleared by flowers adorning the sides. Weeping willow branches hung down from the huge tree, creating an illusion of fantasy, the little arch at the end of the aisle was created of leaves and even more colorful flowers. You were surprised no one was sneezing with the amount of pollen.

You took Tony's arm, taking another deep breath. Looking at him, you swore he was a bit proud. He smiled at you. "I hope you know I take full credit for the union of your two souls."

Ignoring his mini jab, you raised an eyebrow. "And how so?"

"There was never a party." he informed, grinning cheekily. He pulled you towards the opened door, walking down the hall. "I made it all up so Rogers would get the balls to finally ask you out."

"Then what the hell happened to the tower?" you asked, confused. People were beginning to stand but your curiosity became more important than your nerves.

Tony winked. "That's for me to know, and for you to dot dot dot."

"God, you're such a nerd." you mumbled, turning your attention ahead as your feet hit the white carpet that moonlighted as the aisle. The nerves began to bubble, and you gripped his arm tighter in fear of falling face first.

The ceremony was a blur, Steve just as nervous as you had been, becoming more and more braver as he spoke his vows. By the end of it, you could barely see him through the tears brimming your eyes. If it wasn't for the waterproof makeup, you were sure you would've cried your face off.

You had just finished your vows when the priest had asked if you would gladly wed the man in front of you for the rest of forever. You whispered a soft "I do."

The priest turned to Steve, the super-soldier happy beyond belief. He asked him the previous question he had asked you. Yet, Steve, being eager, had almost cut him off near the end.

His eyes bored into yours, filled with love and warmth. "I do."

Then everything turned black.

You awoke in the Medbay, needles puncturing your arm, a tube tied to your nose. Every single inch of your skin hurt, your eyelids heavy as you opened your eyes, only to close them once again when the bright fluorescents shone. You felt someone squeeze your hand, a finger brushing along your wrist.

Turning your head, you glance at the person, finding out it was Tony. While he was relieved you were awake, something in his eyes made you believe he wished he had more time to prepare you for the worst. At the moment he uttered those words, you wished your ears had been damaged in whatever hell Hydra had dropped on your wedding.

"Steve's dead."

[lostcap]

And when you died everything but my soul perished with you - and how lonely it was to be the only living thing haunting the dead.

love letters from graveyards - commission for @jamesnbarnes | p.d vulpe

[stuckyflangst]

Chapters: 7/10 Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Clint Barton, Brock Rumlow, Maria Hill, Abraham Erskine, Peggy Carter, Alexander Pierce, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Steve Rogers, But still Captain America, Modern Bucky Barnes, But still the Winter Soldier, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Explicit Sexual Content, Top Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Ableist Language, Homophobic Language, internalized ableism, Minor Character Death, Military, Sniper Bucky Barnes, Conspiracy, Anal Sex, Drunk Sex, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Canon-Typical Violence, Torture, Correspondence, Brainwashing, Platonic Cuddling Summary:

Steve reached up to kiss him again, softer this time, savoring the slide of their tongues, the press of their bellies. Steve was smaller than Bucky but under his hands Bucky was the supple, malleable one. Steve didn’t know, really, at that point, the shape of his own desires – they were still somewhat shadowy to him – thoughts that came unbidden, images that drew him. But they first took a more solid form in the shape of Bucky Barnes in the moonlight, pressed against a tree.

-----

Steve Rogers finally gets the courage to kiss Bucky Barnes, the most beautiful boy in school, the night before he leaves town forever. Soon these two boys will be soldiers in a war neither is sure they should be fighting. Steve Rogers will be transformed into The Captain, soldier for SHIELD and the World Security Council. Bucky Barnes will be a sniper in the US Army. Still they think of one another, and meet for a few fleeting moments through the years.

The Winter Soldier catches the hint of memories in the scent of pine, in a car, in a hotel room.

Captain Rogers wonders what happened to his first love. His truest.

[subwaysurf45]

Is there any way we can get more Drabble or stories for team Bucky? I would love to see more from them. Like if Steve has a girlfriend? Or his pov?

Team Bucky pt. 2

It's hard to leave a story with a little bit of angst so here we go, let's be friends again!

A/N: here’s part one

The moment Steve understood you and Bucky’s relationship was not too long after telling you he was warming up to the idea of this relationship. 

You were wheeled in on the stretcher, completely unconscious with burn marks on your legs. Steve just happened to be in the medical wing, talking to the receptionist Mary. His world completely stopped when you popped in from the corner of his eye, doctors pushing you extremely fast to a trauma room. One doctor stayed back and leaned over to Mary, using medical terminology and speaking fast so Steve didn’t pick up on a lot of what was happening, all he could understand was what he saw. 

Mary began to write everything, seeing Steve’s face and explaining it to him - all of it. 

The first thing Steve did was run the other way, to go find Bucky. As Steve ran down the corridor and made a right Bucky was already sprinting towards med-bay, FRIDAY most likely made an announcement in their room. 

Steve didn’t wait for Bucky to ask, “she’s unconscious but still breathing on her own,” he pivoted and ran beside Bucky, “burns on her legs as well as head trauma, she’s in room three but we can’t go in to prevent infection,” they had made it and stopped by Mary’s desk, “we have to wait at the chairs?” This question was directed at Mary. 

“Yes, can I get you guys some water?” She guided them both over. Both of them said yes and sat down, looking straight forward and not saying anything. 

The moment Steve heard a sniffle his head whipped over to see Bucky with his head almost between his knees, hands covering his entire face to stifle the cries. Hesitantly, Steve placed his hand on Bucky’s back, causing Bucky to unleash his tears and lean towards Steve. 

“We both know she’s a fighter,” Steve whispered, “you know more than anyone her grit and her ability to bounce back, alright?” his hand rubbed Bucky’s back. 

Bucky nodded and sat up, “I just-” he sighed and wiped down his face, “it feels like I’m losing everyone close to me.” 

“What?” Steve whispered. 

“I feel like I lost you as my best friend and now I’m losing my girlfriend,” Bucky cried as he looked over, “I just feel like my entire life is slipping through my fingers and I can’t make it stop.” 

Steve sighed, “Buck, listen to me.” he waited until Bucky fully looked him in the eyes, “I know you guys haven’t cared for my update with this relationship but I support it, I have seen time and time again your love for one another and I have painfully realized y/n doesn’t need protecting and she certainly doesn’t need me controlling,” they both let out a dry laugh, “part

of me was hurt I was left out of the loop but that was the initial sting, after blowing up I felt like I couldn’t find the right path to get back into your guy’s life so yeah, I pulled away and gave up on trying.” 

“I get that,” Bucky nodded along, “we were going to sit you down and explain, this was not going to be a thing where we surprise you at the wedding or with an engagement ring, y’know?” 

“Yeah,” Steve kept his hand on Bucky’s back, “I wanted y/n all to myself and when I realized I couldn’t have that I freaked out because I thought I had lost everything but I didn’t realize she was still there. For that,” Steve’s eye became glossy, “I’m sorry. For pulling away from you, for being selfish, for not taking a moment to listen, and for not trying harder to make things work.” 

Bucky smiled, “thanks, bud,” it was as sincere as Steve’s apology, “but this-”

“When y/n wakes up I want to go in there right away and say the same thing,” Steve quickly cut Bucky off, knowing what Bucky was going to say. “I know what you mean when you say you feel yourself losing everything, I feel it in this moment too and I understand. I’m not apologizing because of a dire situation but because I feel like it’s the right time so I’m taking it.”

Bucky leaned back in his chair, “you can go in first, she’d be happy to see you.” 

********

Steve was slowly coming out from his sleep, he could already feel the knot in his neck from resting in the hospital chairs. Someone was clearing their throat and Steve just thought it was Bucky, it was hard for him to fall asleep in public and was probably still wide awake so Steve kept his eyes closed. 

In his mind he went over what he was going to say and how, he was going to give you time to yell at him and release all the pent up anger towards him. He’d walk in slowly and quickly answer that Bucky was still outside and take a seat, he’d be calm and talk slowly. If you began to cough he’d shoot up and get a glass of water, helping you drink it and wiping your chin of anything that slipped past your lips. He’d take a deep breath and start with- 

“Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes.” The coughing has turned into a voice, a low voice that didn’t belong to Bucky. 

They both opened their eyes and took in how they were sleeping. Bucky’s head was resting on Steve’s shoulder and Steve’s head was resting on Bucky’s head, Steve’s arm still sitting on Bucky’s back. 

They laughed at themselves and looked forward, both letting out a noise after seeing you sitting in a wheelchair. Neither of them knew what to say, both stunned you were awake and out of bed. 

“y/n has been discharged, she needs to be wheeled back to her room.” 

Steve stood, “but she had burns on her legs, shouldn’t she stay here at least at night?” Steve looked at Bucky and saw he had the same worried expression, Bucky quickly nodded. 

“No,” the doctor said, “the burns have been wrapped and there wasn’t actually any head trauma, just some blood from someone else,” you nodded, “her heart and blood pressure is great, everything is good to go.” 

“I’ll fill out the discharge papers, you can take her back to the room,” Bucky stood and took the clipboard, he looked at you, “Steve wants to talk so I’ll give you space.” 

“Oh, okay,” you nodded, Steve saw the reassuring look Bucky gave you. You looked up at Steve and smiled, “can you take my back to my room and we can talk there?” 

“Of course,” Steve walked around and grabbed the handles, “do you want to stop by the kitchen first?” 

“No thank you,” you placed your hands in your lap as Steve wheeled you out. 

********

“-and that,” Steve said as his voice shook, “is why I am so unbelievably sorry for everything I caused you,” he wiped the tears off his face but it did nothing. He watched your lip tremble, and cried a little more when you stretched out your arms, “I’m so sorry little sis, you have no idea.” 

You nodded and cried as well, “I’m so glad we had this chat, I thought I was going to lose you and I understand everything.” 

“Even the Peggy part?” Steve pulled away, “I just don’t want you to feel that heartbreak like I did,” you nodded with a smile, “the business we’re in I mean…I just don’t want my little sister to get hurt but I know that’s so-”

He stopped when your finger touched his lips, “I understand,” you smiled, “and I forgive you.” 

“Thank God,” he whispered and fell back into the hug, holding on for dear life. “I’m never going to make that mistake again, ever.” Steve squeezed you tightly, “I’m keeping my plan to walk you down the aisle.” Both of you giggled and held each other a little tighter 

“I love you, big bro.”

“You too, little sis.”

Bucky stood quietly in the doorway, smiling to himself at the image he saw before him. It felt like the tension dissolved but most importantly a weight had been lifted off of everyone's shoulders, it felt nice to simply co-exists again. 

Main Masterlist  

Taglist: tag list:  @imtherain@jackiehollanderr@redneckstrash@tylard-blog1@readingbooksdrinkingtea@linzc-reader@hotleaf-juice@honeybunchesofbucky@sky0401@striving4averagegirl@seybox@yaszx@happyt0exist@honeybunchesofbucky@munsonettee@searchf0rtheskyline@aya-fay@emi11ie@wbyss​ 

[homosexuality-at-its-finest]

Could you do a Bucky x FtM!Reader where the reader comes out to him? Ansgt/Fluff? youre an amazing writer <3

A/n: Thank you for the request! I hope you like this, and I also kept the name as the one you go by, I don’t want anyone to be dysphoric by mentioning their deadname. As a trans person myself I love being able to write the experience. 

Plot: Requested

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x FTM! Reader

Y/n: Your name

E/c: Eye color

H/c: Hair color

Warnings: Trans Masc reader, Fluffy as hell, supportive Bucky, Minor angst, infinity war and endgame didn’t happen, cursing

Word count: 722

You and Bucky had been dating for a little over six months, having gotten together after the rogues had been pardoned and the accords scrapped. You had been on team iron man and since the moment he saw you he was enamored. He wasn’t used to the positive feelings, and they honestly terrified him. It took him almost a year to ask you out, and since then the two of you had been attached at the hip. Though he could feel you getting more distant, especially physically, he wouldn’t mind If he knew what was going on, and what was causing your obvious distress.

It broke the super soldier’s heart to see you so distant from himself and the team, he just wanted to make everything okay again. Bucky was curled up in your shared bed, reading one of the books you had recommended when he heard your shaky breath through the bedroom door, causing him to set his book down. When you entered, he could immediately see that your beautiful E/c eyes were red and puffy from tears. The ex-assassin immediately sat up, all attention on you.

“Doll, what’s wrong?” He reached out, hesitantly grabbing your hand, and much to his relief you didn’t recoil. His heart thrummed violently in his chest as he looked over your shaking form, concern filling his entire being.

“Bucky, I have to tell you something.” He hated the way your voice broke, and he hated the fact that you looked away more. “Talk to me, what’s going on?” Bucky kept his voice light and soothing as he spoke, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. You let out another sniffle, making his heart clench painfully.

“I’m Trans.” You had spoken so softly he had barely heard you, but the word was unknown to him. “What does that mean doll?” His tone held no judgement, only confusion.

“It means I’m not a.. girl.” Bucky didn’t say anything, wanting his lover to finish their thought. “I’m a boy, I’m just stuck in this shitty body.” As you spoke your voice quivered as fresh tears rolled down your cheeks, making the soldier’s own eyes burn with unshed tears.

His beautiful boy let out a sob, causing him to gently wrap his arms around him. “Oh, doll that’s okay. Is that what’s been going on?” he received a weak nod in response. “Okay, we’ll figure this out. Do you have a different name you want me to call you?” He could remember Peter, AKA spiderman mentioning a few things about transgender people now, mentioning them changing their names our pronouns that fit them and their gender identity better.

“Y/n.” Bucky couldn’t help but smile at the name, it fit you beautifully. “Okay Y/n, thank you for telling me. Is there anything I can do?” He questioned softly, running his fingers through your H/c locks.

“Could we shave my head? I’m so tired of my hair. It makes me feel so..” You didn’t finish your sentence, but that was okay. “Of course, doll, c’mon.” He gently took his boyfriends hand, leading the smaller male into the bathroom. He directed you to sit on the toilet seat, before grabbing the clippers. The two of you sat in silence as he shaved your hair, muttering soft praises and compliments as he did so.

Once he finished, he gave you a grin, leaning down and kissing your forehead. “You look very handsome Y/n.” His metal hand came up to gently cradle your cheek. “We can go shopping for clothes tomorrow if you want.” He offered, thumb brushing over your cheek bone. A smile as bright as the sun spread across your lips, filling his chest with warmth.

“Thank you, Bucky, for accepting and loving me.” He loved the way your cheeks flushed as you spoke. He leaned down, pressing your foreheads together. “I just want the best for my boyfriend.” He replied softly, and he could be happy for the rest of time just by thinking about the smile you gave him. Maybe he was a little confused, but he’d do anything for his best guy.

[wenellyb]

The whole show works better if i think of them as exes because so many scenes make sense then. But did it start during the two years after AoU when Sam definitely found him or when he was visiting him in Wakanda or even in the Soul stone? My favourite is that something happened between them after Endgame but before Bucky started avoiding him. The fun thing about them is that every single option works and even if nothing happened yet it will because they almost feel inevitable.

Hi Anon!!!

EXACTLY! I don't know what else to had because you said it all. Every single option works!!!

I agree with you 100% that some of their interactions only work if we see them as exes. Otherwise some of the scenes are confusing (Good to see you Buck, you broke the law for me, the therapist saying she heard a lot about Sam ...), unless the writers didn't watch the previous movies (which is also possible,lol).

I don't know what to think about when it happened, they definitely got close when they found each other in AoU, but I don't realy know if they dated, maybe a rocky friendship.

I really like the idea that they started something when Sam went to visit Bucky in Wakanda (Anthony said Sam went to see Bucky every other week-end, so I'll keep Anthony's headcanon, I like it😂😂😂).

It would also make that they got together after Endgame, seeing how close they were in the movie and where the show started with the ansgt and everything.

All I have is questions, I need answers. I would love to know what happened between them but you're right, some scenes work way better if we see them as exes!

Thanks for sending me this!!!

[biancablack2474]

MASTERLIST

🧚‍♀️- fluff

🤍 - ansgt

💋 - Nsfw

🌺 - Headcannons

🌹 - Oneshots

🍂 - Drabble

✨Marvel✨

SURPRISE, SURPRISE! {Loki}-🧚‍♀️slight🤍🌹

BEING THERE {Avengers}-🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🌹

DATING PETER, BUCKY OR STEVE - 🧚‍♀️slight💋🌺

IMAGINE {Irondad/ Peter&Morgan} - 🤍🍂

✨Sk∞✨

THIRD WHEELING MATCHABLOSSOM AND RENGA (+hanging with Miya and kicking Adam in the balls) - 🧚‍♀️🌺

✨Naruto✨

PERFECT FOR YOU {Uchiha Itachi} - 🧚‍♀️🌹

✨Harry Potter ✨

PHOTOGRAPH {Dramione} - 🤍🌹

COMFORTABLY DISTRACTED {Dramione} - 🧚‍♀️🌹

✨Boku No Hero Academia✨

AIZAWA - 🤍 mini🌺

[stuckys-baby]

What if before the battle in infinity war Bucky told Steve they're expecting? And Steve told him not to fight anymore but Bucky insisted that they'll be fine.

Then Steve watched two of the most important people in his life turn into dust.

Omg noo nonnie 😭😭 the ansgt

I like to believe with steves frequent visits in wakanda, at the time of infinity war bucky would be a good five months pregnant, his beautiful belly under the gear and when steve meets him his taken aback by Buckys uniform .. dread fills him so he takes his hand and leads bucky to have a word with his omega and asks what he's doing upon which bucky gets all grumpy and upsetbecause he thinks steve is being unreasonable

"come on steve, it's fine i can handle this i am a supersoldier too don't forget that and this is very much a supersoldier baby in my belly so stop treaty me like glass" they have a minor fight and steve is on brink of breakdown.. he can't fight properly knowing his omega and their child would be in danger.. but he can't force bucky .. so they fight... And he's always running after bucky to protect him amidst of it... and it happens

Thanos snaps

Steve is baffled when he hears a raspy

"steve!" He turns around and bucky is there, onw hand on his belly and other reaching out to him as the hand starts turning into ash first that engulfs his omega whole

"where'd he go" steve launches "NO NO BUCKY.. WHERE'D HE GO"

[marvelficrec]

gonna take a break from fic recs for now, but the three masterlists have had some recent updates! check them out!

angst | fluff | smut [new!]