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jadedvibes · 3 years ago

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Warm Comforts

Summary: A sudden breakup causes you to feel self-doubt and insecurity about your situation. Fortunately, it’s nothing your sweet roommate and a little Legally Blonde can’t fix.

Pairing: Beefy roommate!Bucky x reader

Warnings: angst with a happy ending, so much fluff, swearing, soft Bucky being the absolute best to a disheartened reader, Legally Blonde references, pet names, hot cocoa consumption, a breakup comfort fic.

Word Count: 2.1k

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Clutching your phone to your ear, you paced through your kitchen, venting out the drama from your evening. “He told me that he didn’t think it was going to work out in the long run, and then he had the audacity to say that this breakup would hurt me more than him. What kind of asshole says something like that?!” you grumbled to your best friend Wanda.

Just as you were about to continue, your roommate Bucky unlocked the door and came into the kitchen. He moved in three months ago after your prior roommate moved out to live with her boyfriend.

Bucky nodded cordially, cognizant that you were on the phone.

You continued because you needed to let it out. “I’m not great... I saw a real future with this guy, and yeah maybe I romanticized things but I thought that this was it. Or maybe I wanted this to be it — so that I wouldn’t have to bother with the whole dating thing anymore.”

“Dating can be a real mess, that desire is understandable. Gosh, I’m so sorry, babe. You didn’t deserve that,” she said kindly.

“Thanks, Wan. I’m just going to take a shower and deal with my feelings,” you mumbled.

“Okay, well call me if you want company or need anything.”

“Will do, talk soon,” you assented before putting your phone down and exhaling a heavy breath.

Bucky pulled out some leftovers from the fridge before speaking up, “Do you want me to pretend like I didn’t hear anything?”

You sighed deeply, “No need. Quentin and I broke up.”

“I’m really sorry, even if I thought he was kind of a prick,” he said with a sheepish grin, trying to make you smile.

You rolled your eyes at him, a small smile gracing your lips. “Yeah, he knew that too. And it turns out you were right.” Taking a deep breath, you shook your head as you looked down at the countertop. “I just finally thought I had a stable thing with a decent guy. It wasn’t some beautiful romantic thing with him, but I had hope. And now I feel like an idiot for ever thinking it could be real.”

“You’re not an idiot.”

You shrugged as you glanced up at him. “Then I’m naive for thinking someone could like me for longer than a couple months.”

Bucky shook his head, his eyes softening, and his expression warm. “There’s nothing wrong with having hope, sweetheart. It was brave to put yourself out there and try to work things out.”

You smiled weakly, “Thanks, Buck.”

“And for the record, any guy would be lucky to love you for a lifetime. You’re the complete package — please don’t let him make you think otherwise,” he reassured you.

“I —” you couldn’t find the words. Hearing that simple reassurance when your mind told you otherwise meant a great deal. And in that moment, it was exactly what you needed to hear.

You silently stepped towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He wrapped his big strong arms around you instantly, engulfing you and allowing you to feel the warmth radiating off of his body. You relished it, enjoying the sense of security and peace you felt in his arms. Even if his touch was new, even if you hadn’t known him all that long, you couldn’t deny that it had been far too long since you’d felt so comfortable and safe.

You felt him press his lips against the top of your head, and your heart melted. The influx of emotions from the evening finally took its toll on you as your eyes watered, causing you to subconsciously pull back to wipe it before he noticed.

“Will you be alright, can I make you anything to eat?” he whispered, wordlessly wiping away your stray tear as it fell.

“That’s okay, maybe I’ll make something later. I’m gonna grab a quick shower and wallow now,” you murmured, slightly embarrassed by your display of emotions. Bucky was kind enough not to mention any of it though.

“I can keep you company if you’d like? For the wallowing part,” he said with a soft smile.

“Bucky, I’m not going to pull you into my sadness.”

“You’re not pulling, I’m willingly coming in,” he said reassuringly with a boyish grin.

You couldn’t help but smile, he was too kind. But you needed to process the events of the day in private, at least for a little while. “I think I need to be alone tonight. I’m gonna watch Legally Blonde and drink some hot cocoa. You don’t have to worry.”

“Well you know where to find me.”

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While you slipped away to shower and get ready for your solo movie night, Bucky got to work. He swiftly preheated the oven so that he could have a pizza ready by the time you got out, then he got to making your favorite hot chocolate and airpopping some popcorn just the way you liked. By the time you were back he had created a sweet little spread for you and had the film queued up and ready to go.

Being the good friend that he was, he also respected your wishes and was nowhere in sight upon your return.

“Ah Bucky, you didn’t have to do this for me,” you mumbled to yourself. Ever since he came into your life you felt his thoughtfulness and care in everything he did. You were grateful that your path crossed with his.

Deciding to thank him later, you grabbed some food and your favorite blanket before getting comfortable on the couch. Reaching out for your mug of hot cocoa and the remote, you were ready to unwind from the day's turmoil.

As the song “Perfect Day,” started playing to introduce the film, you began to feel a little better. And Bucky’s delicious cocoa certainly filled your chest with a warmth you didn’t know you needed, but definitely appreciated.

You adored Legally Blonde because it showed you how wonderful life could be when one forges their own path and cuts out a thoughtless partner. Elle’s worth did not diminish simply because Warner lacked the ability to see it. She rose above those that didn’t believe in her, and she did so while staying true to who she was at her core. In the end, she saved her client based on her own merits and extensive knowledge of hair care. When Warner finally came to his senses and saw that she was always amazing, she was able to see that he was not worth a second thought.

After you finished the movie you were filled with positivity, and this made you realize that it truly was Quentin’s loss. You didn’t want someone who lacked the capacity to see your worth. You were kind-hearted, wonderful, and deserving of someone who appreciated you just the way you were. And you thought back to Elle, and how in her path to becoming the best version of herself she met Emmett, a guy who valued her and respected her from the moment they met.

Maybe the right guy would show up when you least expected it. Now that the space for someone better opened up, perhaps the universe would deliver just that. Knowing that a world of amazing possibilities existed filled you with hope and made you feel so much better. Regardless of what came next, you knew you would be alright.

As you started to clean up and move your dishes to the sink, your roommate reemerged.

He looked at you softly, unsure of how you were feeling. “Hey, I just came out for some water. You can leave the dishes in the sink and I’ll do them in a bit.”

“That’s okay, and you can stay out here now, my movie and my wallowing are done.”

“Oh okay,” he said, still a little hesitant.

As you started to scrub your dishes, you remembered you had to thank him. “Thank you for the little set up by the way. You made me my favorite things, and I really appreciate it,” you smiled.

He chuckled quietly, coming up next to you with a dish towel, “If you’re gonna wallow you might as well do it with comfort food.”

You handed him the wet plate with a grin. “Can’t argue with that,” you said as you looked into his eyes. “You even used my favorite giant mug — it’s like you know me too well,” you said, before looking back down and scrubbing the sizable cup.

“Only a little well,” he said sweetly. “And um, how are you feeling?”

“Honestly, much better. The movie did wonders for me,” you said confidently.

“Really? Because I’d be willing to run out for your favorite ice cream if you wanted me to.”

You let out a laugh, “What did I do to deserve you?”

Bucky chuckled, “You don’t have to do anything to deserve a little kindness.” He took the final dish from your hand and nudged you, “You’re one of the greatest people I know. You don’t deserve to be mistreated.”

He met your gaze after he put down the cup. You couldn’t understand how a guy as sweet and warm as Bucky could exist. “You make me believe that good guys exist out there,” you whispered.

Casually leaning back against the counter, he crossed his large muscular arms as he stood next to you. “Well you are worthy of the best of them.”

As you looked up into his cerulean eyes, you thought about how grateful you were to have him in your life. “Can I take you out for breakfast tomorrow?” you asked abruptly. You weren’t sure why the words slipped out of your mouth, you only knew that you wanted more time with him.

Bucky furrowed his brow with a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “You want to take me out… on a date?”

Did you? “No, I mean yeah… a friend date,” you stuttered, heat rising to your cheeks.

For a split second, you thought you saw disappointment flash across his face. “Sure, that sounds great.”

Your heartbeat increased, “Did you want it to be a real date?” you asked shyly. You needed to know, and you knew that if you didn’t ask, the thought would gnaw at you.

Bucky nervously rubbed the back of his neck as he blushed under your gaze. “I didn’t mean to be presumptuous, but I am aware that this is the first time that we’ve both been single since we’ve met.”

You blinked in surprise. “Hmm, so it is,” you murmured.

His vivid blue eyes looked deeply into yours. “So it is,” he repeated.

You bit your lip as you started to see your roommate a little differently. Were his eyes always that blue? “Right so we do the friend date, and then um, we’ll just go from there.”

He nodded, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Okay, that sounds good to me,” he said with a broad smile.

Your lips quirked up in a half smile because you could not fathom what was happening. “Well, I should head to bed,”

His eyes widened slightly. “Right, me too,” he said abruptly, finally conscious of the close proximity between you two.

“Goodnight, I’ll see you in the morning,” you said, unable to comprehend your feelings and ready for a moment to process.

“Sweet dreams, darling,” he said, gleefully bemused by the situation.

And while he wished you the best of dreams, it was him that night that dreamt of you. After holding you in his arms, and feeling the need to protect you, something changed. You altered his subconscious and shifted the way he saw you. Your gorgeous smile, your sweet voice, and the way you looked at him before walking away — it consumed him.

When he woke, he decided that he would give you all the time you needed to fully get over Quentin. But he would make sure that his intentions were known — because a girl like you, well it wouldn’t be long before someone tried to win your affection. Bucky only hoped that he had enough charm and luck to be the one to earn it first.

As he entered the kitchen that morning, he saw that you left him a hot cup of coffee in his favorite wolf mug. He beamed, grateful for your thoughtfulness. She knows my favorite mug too. As he got a little closer, he noticed a little sticky note attached to the cup with a heart drawn on it and he melted. She’s too cute.

Bucky felt in his heart that this was the start of something, and he had a strong feeling that things would work out even better than he imagined.

And lucky for the both of you, he was right.

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 3 years ago

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Open Door | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! I was driving home from work the other day and this just kind of popped into my head? I added a little note to my drafts at a stoplight and came back to it today!

As always, drop me any questions, comments, or suggestions you may have and let me know if you want to join my tag list! 💜

My adorable, two person tag list: @beefybuckrrito and @shadytalementality 🥰

The sounds of the tv faded in and out as you drifted between sleep and wakefulness. A big, involuntary yawn escaped your lips and you leaned closer to Bucky, who was barely awake himself. "Stay tonight, Buck," you whispered, "it's late". His exhaustion suddenly disappeared and his head shot up from its resting place on the back of the couch. "Oh, um. That's okay, doll. I don't have to stay", he stammered.

No matter how many times you subtly or not so subtly asked Bucky to stay the night, he made up an excuse and went home-even if it was the middle of the night. He'd told you about his sleep issues and his nightmares, but you'd never experienced them firsthand- and it seemed like he was trying to keep it that way.

"Please? You're exhausted. I don't want you driving home tonight...I worry about you", you said, sitting up and turning to face him so he could see how serious you were. "I don't know, sweets," he sighed, "I don't think it's the right time...we haven't been together that long, and-"

You placed a gentle hand on the side of his face, lightly stroking his stubble and gazing into his deep, dark blue eyes. "I know you're worried...I know you don't want me to see, um, what happens to you while you sleep. But I'd much rather coax you out of a nightmare than have you fall asleep at the wheel..." you murmured. His eyes left yours, darting to the tv and then to the floor. The gears in his mind turned and turned as he mulled over your words until he finally conceded.

"Okay. Um, yeah. I'll stay", he resolved, eyes still downcast. A small smile crept across your lips and you wrapped you arms around Bucky's neck, pulling him close to you. "Good", you whispered. "I promise it's gonna be okay". He nodded and gave you a soft, gentle kiss before lifting you from the couch and carrying you bridal-style to your bedroom.

He placed you carefully on the bed and you noticed something in his face change suddenly. He strode out of the room quickly, causing you to jump from your bed and follow him. "What's wrong, Buck?" you called after him, watching him from the doorway of your bedroom. "Oh, nothing. Sorry", he muttered. "I was just making sure the door was locked".

You shrugged. It was slightly odd behavior, him almost running from the room to do something so normal, but you supposed it was probably a good idea to check- you were always forgetting to lock it. "Oh, okay...Thanks, babe,” you called before re-entering your bedroom. You slipped out of your clothes and threw on a big t-shirt you'd 'borrowed' from Bucky a few weeks back. He found you in the bathroom washing your face, and smiled when he saw you wearing his shirt. "Looks great on you, sweetheart" he said with a wink.

You continued with your nightly routine: brushing your teeth, putting your hair in a loose braid, lowering the A/C, and opening your bedroom door before climbing into bed. You watched as Bucky dropped his jeans and pulled off his black t-shirt, getting into bed wearing nothing but his tight black briefs. "I am so fucking tired" you muttered, "but be ready for me to absolutely jump your bones tomorrow morning after I've gotten a good night's sleep". His head fell back in a laugh and he shot you a wink as he pulled back the covers for you. You laid down, plugged your phone into the charger, and flicked off your bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

Snuggling close to Bucky, you placed a trail of kisses along his cold, metallic shoulder. "I'm so glad you stayed", you whispered. His voice sounded tense as he murmured a "me too" and grasped your hand tightly. He seemed rigid, like the calm, relaxed version of him from the couch was gone. "Is everything okay?" you asked, stroking his vibranium arm with your free hand. “Yeah. I'm fine, sweets" he mumbled, his voice sounding less than fine. He kissed you on the cheek and squeezed your hand once more as you got comfortable, curling around him like a cat. You drifted off to sleep quickly and easily with your favorite person in your bed at last.

Hours later, your eyes opened slowly and you rolled over, trying to get comfortable so you could go back to sleep. You felt around, searching for Bucky's shoulder, but your hands found his hip instead. Confused, you leaned over and quickly flicked on your bedside lamp. In the yellow glow you saw Bucky sitting upright, looking like he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep.

"Hey", you muttered, sounding groggy and still half asleep. "Are you okay, Buck?" He nodded quietly, putting on the fake smile he'd gotten so good at engineering. "Just couldn't sleep. I'm good," he said quietly, "go back to sleep, baby". You narrowed your eyes at him and sat up so that you were face to face. Sure, Bucky had been a fucking assassin who was trusted with extremely sensitive information, but he couldn't lie to you- you always saw right through him. Staring at him, you cocked your head to the side and waited for him to tell you the truth.

"Alright, alright, fine" he conceded, looking downward, "I didn't want to talk about it. It's embarrassing..." You gently stroked his cold forearm and gave it a small squeeze. "Whatever it is, you don't have to be embarrassed, Buck. It's just me," you murmured. He nodded and took a deep breath before admitting the truth. "I can't sleep in a room that's completely dark..." he muttered, "And I can't sleep with the door open." His face was slightly red as he brought his eyes up to yours, analyzing your reaction. You opened your mouth but he cut you off, rambling anxiously in an attempt to explain his fears:

"It's just that- the room they kept me in at Hydra was always dark. It was so fucking dark. All the time. I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. And-and then out of nowhere someone would just come in and grab me. I never knew if it was for a mission or training or...a reset. They'd just come in and take me and I had no control over it," he let out a sigh and got quiet for a moment before muttering, "sleeping with the lights off and the door open just doesn't feel...safe."

You worked to maintain your composure as your heart broke for this man who you loved so much. "Well, I want you to feel safe, babe. So the lamp is gonna stay on, and-" you quickly crawled out of bed and made your way to the bedroom door, shutting it firmly. "The door is closed. Is there anything else?" A quiet groan fell from Bucky's lips, "See, this is one of the reason's why I didn't want to tell you, I knew you'd make changes to accommodate me. It's sweet, but this is your place. You don't have to-"

You held up a hand and silenced him as you strode back over to the bed. "Yes, I do, Buck. I have to do these things because I love you and I just want you to be comfortable here. I know this is my place, but I want you to think of it as yours, too- and you have every right to feel safe when you sleep here. Now, is there anything else that would make you more comfortable? Be honest."

Bucky nodded and reached out to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the bed. Your head found a resting place on his chest while his strong arms wrapped tightly around your back. He released a deep, happy sigh and his eyes began to close. "Okay," he whispered, "now I'm good."

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avintagekiss24 · 4 years ago

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—belated; bucky barnes

pairing: mob!bucky barnes x black!reader

word count: 4738

warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, sex, rough sex, anal sex, biting kink, choking kink, spanking, pain kink, vaginal fingering, mean bucky (my fave), ring kink cuz i love it when boys wear rings

squares filled: @buckybarnesbingo Y3: Birthdays ; @badthingshappenbingo Biting ; @star-spangled-bingo N1: Taking Charge

request: bucky barnes + "pay attention to me or i'll make you" + anal + choking + spanking + biting + pain

author note: it's been foreverrrrr! i'm so sorry! i had to work myself through a little slump! hopefully this makes up for the almost two months we've gone without a fic! this is story #2 for my 5k celebration, all fics will be tagged #5k...holy god. this was formatted in the beta text post editor on desktop, if anything looks weird, that's why :)

gif by @pedropcl ; line divider by @firefly-graphics

James Buchanan Barnes is possessive.

One of those massive hands around the back of your neck as you walk casually through the streets. Fingers wrapped around your wrist, or shoulder, or hip in a tight grip. He pulls you in close— right into his side as shopping bags hang from the tips of his metal fingers.

Bucky Barnes wants every man on the streets of Greece to know that you are his.

Not that you mind; quite the contrary. You just smile and giggle when he throws his heavy arm around your shoulders and hooks the crease of his arm right underneath your chin. Slip your hand into the back pocket of his loose dark jeans (giving that little tush of his a squeeze). Slink your arm around his little waist and breathe in his scent— heavy and woodsy— as the two of you stroll.

After all, he’s just as much yours as you are his.

All of his friends, Sam, Steve, Clint, all see the change in him. The little soft spot for you that blinds him entirely— turns him in a mushy puddle of emotions and puppies and rainbows. Very different from the Bucky they grew up with, but a Bucky that the three of them have come to enjoy. It’s a change of pace from the enforcer they know.

The two of you don’t talk about his work— in fact, it’s the reason why you’re in Greece to begin with. A late birthday present to make up for the fact that his “work” just happened to be the waiter at the restaurant he chose to take you to for your thirty second birthday. Come on babe, he chuckled as you scowled back at him over the rim of your wine glass, watching as he stained his white napkin red with his bloody knuckles, you know what they say, kill two birds with one stone… not funny?

Two weeks, two nonrefundable, open ended tickets, and five grand in bikinis, shorts, and shoes later, you’re getting some much needed Greek sun on your deep brown skin.

He’s even letting you call the shots for a change. Letting you wake him up at the ass crack of dawn to have breakfast— a spread of breads, cheeses and fruits on the balcony of your room as the sun rises. He doesn’t say a word as you drag him through the city, stopping at each little boutique and shoe store. Sits patiently as you try on every dress, every skirt, and every silk top in the entire country it seems.

Bucky even bit his lip as you gazed at engagement rings— hinting that princess cut is your favorite as you held your hand up into the natural sunlight as one adored your finger. Smiling over at him and wiggling your eyebrows all the while as he narrowed his eyes and plastered a fake smile on his face.

Today has been like all the others, a lazy day spent on the beach, a quick nap underneath an umbrella, a concoction of too much sun and too many margaritas going straight to your head. Now, you’re kinda sleepy and kinda drunk, but most importantly hungry— and Mykonos sounds like a great place for dinner. Despite Bucky’s objections (you’re too tired and too drunk to handle a ferry), you’re dressed in a cute little flowery sundress, him in an out-of-character white tank top, open pale blue and green striped button down and khaki chinos— you forbade him from bringing anything black— and you’re flip flops are slapping against the cobblestone street towards the ferry.

“Drop your attitude,” You say, glancing over your shoulder as he pays for your tickets, “You owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah, that excuse is wearing thin, girl.” You stumble a little with the motion of the ferry as you step onto it, having to grab onto the railing to steady yourself before Bucky grabs hold of your wrist, “Water only for the rest of the night.”

His voice is low and borderline threatening as he presses his lips right against your ear, and you know not to press him any further. You like to stick your toes right up against his line and that’s what irritates him most about you (always what he loves most), but you and he both know you’d never dare cross it.

Bucky pulls you behind him, hand around your wrist, that possessive trait rearing its head as male eyes fall on you as the two of you pass by. He finds an empty spot, away from the crowd, and plops down on the bench as you step up on the lower rung of the railing and stare out over the sea.

Within twenty or thirty minutes, the ferry pulls away from the dock and you can’t wipe the smile from your face. The sun sets off in the distance, the bright lights of the city turning into little pinpoints. Small droplets of the cool, salty water splashes up in your face as the wind and the ferry whips it up. You keep glancing down at the phone in your hand as you broadcast your current view to your instagram, laughing softly as hearts and emojis explode on your screen.

You lean forward, tilting your phone and smiling wide, waving into the camera before you shout out how much you love it here. The words are barely out of your mouth before an arm wraps around your middle, a wide, hard chest pressed into your back, “That’s enough,” he reaches with his metal arm, grabbing your phone, ending your live feed, “You’re too drunk to be hanging off the side like that.”

“I am not,” you struggle against him lightly as he sets you on your feet, “What is your problem?”

“I’m annoyed.”

“Well, duh. Why?”

He slips your phone into his pocket and crosses his arms over his chest, sharp blue eyes piercing into yours, “Pay attention to me,” he says low, eyes dropping down your body real slow as he drags his bottom lip between his teeth, “Or I’ll make you.”

So that’s what it’s about. Bucky Barnes feels neglected between all the shopping and beach days and margaritas. Jealousy is cute on him.

The words though, they strike you right to your core— feel them down to your bones. A hard swallow pushes through your throat as your lips part, big brown eyes softening as your breath starts to rush a little harder. You hate to admit— not really— you love this Bucky. This is work Bucky, a man you rarely get to see. Slightly scary, anger brimming just below the surface. Jaw tight, eyes hard, head tilted just a bit. He’s menacing, and it makes your lips twitch into a small smile.

Shrugging defiantly, you cross your arms over your chest, “You didn’t pay much attention to me on my birthday.”

“Not true.”

“Not true?” you nearly shout, eyes going wide, “I ate alone while you beat the hell outta our waiter behind the building! I had to wait two hours for my slice of cake!”

“How is that my fault?”

You scoff, “Oh, I dunno, maybe because our waiter was spitting out his teeth in the alley out back— all thanks to you.”

“I have to work. You know that.”

“Not,” you hiss, “On my fucking birthday.”

He knows he’s wrong for that shit, so he stands there, huffing quick before he cocks his head again and just blinks back at you— unamused. He won’t apologize, it’s just not in his nature, but his usual attempts to make you happy after he’s fucked up aren’t working; so he’s at a loss.

And you’re enjoying that. A little too much if you ask him.

But alas, it’s not fun to fight on vacation, and you have taken far too many liberties when it comes to his tolerance for attitude. It’s been fun— and you’re just drunk enough to push him one last time.

You move slow, walking right up to him, so close that each inhale pushes your tits into his body. The smirk quirked up on your lips grows as you peer up at him, eyes bouncing between his as you place your hands on his forearms still crossed over his chest.

Bucky lifts his eyebrow as you push up on your tiptoes and push your chin forward to bring your lips close to his, “And just how are you gonna make me pay attention to you, James?”

He inhales deep, pushes it out real slow as he tilts his head even further. A smile spreads on his face and you just know that this is the last thing his work sees before he rearranges the bones of their face. This is exactly why his clients pay him as well as they do.

Thick fingers are wrapped around your wrist again, nails digging into your skin as he starts to pull you behind him. He weaves you through bodies, you nearly having to jog to keep up with his strides. Laughter bubbles up in your chest, a little shriek escaping as he pulls you down some stairs to the lower level of the ferry. Once your feet hit the last step, Bucky whips you around his body, sending you spinning and laughing until you bounce into an old, rusty metal barrel.

The smell of salt fills your nose and lungs as you inhale, covering your face with your hands. Your skin is hot, lips slightly numb as you dissolve into laughter again. He’s right, you’re a little too drunk for this.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be down here.” You mumble, brushing your wild hair out of your face.

“I could give a fuck,” he answers, stepping up to you, grabbing your face in his hands, “You’ve been testing me the entire time we’ve been here all over some stupid shit.”

Another giggle pushes through your lips as you bat your eyes, “I wouldn’t dare, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky sucks his teeth as he drops his metal hand around your throat and squeezes gently, the rings on his fingers cool against your skin, “I was stupid, okay? But don’t put on that little innocent act, girl. You’re trying me, and I’ve had enough.”

A smile cracks onto your face, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You wrap both hands around his one wrist and slip them up his arm, feeling the soft metal as you continue to goad him, “You got some proof, big man?”

The tip of his black and gold thumb prods at your lip, pushes just inside. You wrap your tongue around it and suck gently, keeping your eyes on his all the while.

Bucky laughs, deep and earnestly, “Proof, she says. She needs proof.” He glances around before he spins you quick, facing you away from him as he lifts your dress to reveal your pink satin thong.

You squeal loud, pushing and slapping at his hand as he grabs a handful of your ass, “Bucky! There’s people!” you laugh, “Oh my god!”

“Keep your voice down,” he warns, wrapping his metal fingers around your throat again, “Understand?”

A jolt of electricity flashes through you as you wiggle in his grasp. He tightens his grip around your neck as you wrap your fingers around the edge of the barrel, swallowing hard.

“That requires an answer, honey.”

The chill in his voice, added with the slow circles and soft tickles of fingertips against the back of your naked thigh sends a pang through your belly, “I understand.”

He chuckles soft and with a quick peck on the cheek whispers, “Good girl.”

Bucky curls his left arm around your chest, hooking your chin in the crease of his arm as he grips your right shoulder. You grab on to it with both hands, out of instinct, eyes wide and skirting around for any signs of other human presence down here. Bucky turns, moving you with him to eye the steps quickly again before that flesh hand sweeps around to the front.

The soft material of your dress falls over his hand as he rubs your stomach— his rings catching and snagging your skin. That hand pushes downward, over your thighs, gripping and kneading the soft flesh before he grabs the hem of your dress and pulls it upward, exposing those expensive panties again.

“Bucky,” you hum, his name trembling on your lips with the vibrations of your excitement, “Baby.”

He rucks your dress right up— right up around your waist and pulls the slack behind you, pressing his body into yours to keep it in place. The dark stubble adorning his cheeks and chin cuts into the side of your face as he nuzzles in, humming to himself soft before he kisses the corner of your mouth.

Those fingertips start to trace the hem of your thong— slowly. Back and forth, back and forth. From hip to hip. Your eyes flutter. Fingers grip the soft black metal of his arm a little harder. Legs go to jelly as another hard swallow passes through your throat.

“Ain’t got all that mouth now, do you?” He whispers, fingers slipping just inside the silk of your panties to tease the delicate skin underneath.

When he slips his hand in— all the way in— cupping hot skin, fingers dancing between folds and teasing a wet slit, an influx of air fills your lungs. A gasp, small and clipped sounds in the back of your throat as his fingers start a rhythm. You melt into him, head resting on his shoulder as your hips push forward to meet greedy fingers.

A naughty finger pushes in quick, and then a second— all the way to the black and silver rings dressed on them. His arm tightens around your neck as he presses his lips right against your ear, “You need to apologize.”

He fucks his fingers into you, withdrawing slow, and then pushing back in— each time the edges of his rings stopping him from going deeper. You can’t help but purr as you continue to grip his arm with both of your hands.

“I don’t think—“

“All I want to hear,” his words clip yours, each one slow and drawn and deep, “Is I’m sorry for testing your patience. I won’t do it again.” He curls his fingers, the pads stroking that sweet little spongey spot, making you clamp your legs closed around his hand, “Let me hear you.”

You can’t. You won’t. Too stubborn and too drunk to give in to him, wanting to win just this once.

If there’s one thing James Buchanan Barnes does not like, it’s hesitation. It’s dangerous, he always says. You think too long, you get hurt. Predators don’t hesitate.

Well, you like being his prey.

Only a few seconds pass before Bucky tuts in your ear, seemingly disappointed in your obstinate behavior, but you both know it’s just the opposite. His cock pressing into your ass tells you so.

The fingers disappear. The arm choking you just right pulls away and your dress falls back around the middle of your thighs. You huff, wiping quick at your forehead and pushing your wild, curly hair out of your face again.

Your hands find your hips in irritation but he slaps them away quick as he sucks his teeth, “You must really want this spanking, girl. Keep it up.”

That you do— keep it up. Huffing again. Crossing your arms over your chest like a petulant child. Brown eyes cut back at him over your shoulder to find sharp blues already on you. A smirk on his face.

Metal fingers curl around the back of your neck, pushing you forward gently until your thighs press against the old metal barrel again.

“Lean forward, kitten.”

Voice as smooth as silk while you do so, gripping the rusted edges for balance. Your dress is yanked up again— rough this time— and twisted around his Vibranium hand. Then there’s warm, the warmth of skin against yours. Gentle brushes of fingers and a palm rubbing slow circles, then pinching and grabbing soft— prepping your skin for what’s to come.

He pauses for just a second, no doubt to scan your surroundings and then pulls his hand away. You lung forward with the slap he levels to your behind within a fraction of a second— the sound sharp and heavy.

There’s another, and then a third in quick succession before he’s massaging your skin again. Real soft and sweet. Tears burn at the back of your eyes at the sting that radiates through, all the way to your bones but the molten heat deep in your belly spreads like a fire. Each breath is hard and shaky, heart thumping against your chest but it’s so good.

Bucky switches to the other cheek, skilled fingers sweeping over your canvas of skin before he cracks you— one, two, three.

You squeal with each one. The thud of those heavy rings around his fingers send a quick, new shockwave every time, building on the one before it. The tips of your fingers go red from holding on to the rusty old barrel as tight as you are, but your brain? She’s fuzzy and warm, and drifting up into the clouds with each swift slap.

Bucky is a methodical man. Three for the right cheek, three for the left, three right in the middle. His hand sneaks around your hip, giving it a squeeze before it comes back around and drops to the inside of your thigh. Grabs the meat of it— digs his fingernails in just to hear you yelp. Cups your cunt in his palm, feeling the heat and the wet— makes him groan all low and dirty.

He bunches your hair in his hand, tugs you up by it. Spins you around to face him before hoisting you up and settling you on top of the barrel.

“You want me to fuck you so bad, don’t you?” He growls, ripping at the button and zipper of his jeans.

You just hum in response, wrapping your legs around his waist and throwing your arms over his shoulders.

Bucky grabs your chin, forcing it up before he squeezes your cheeks, “Huh? Answer me.”

Damp eyelashes flutter as hot air escapes from parted, hot lips. He leans in real close, cock pushing right at your slit and kisses you hard as he slips his arm around your waist. He breaks away quick, sloppy and loud before pecking your lips once, twice, three times again.

“You want me to fuck you, girl?”

The weight of his words are felt right down to your core, a shiver passing between the two of you. You let your heavy head fall back and your eyes close as Bucky nuzzles into the side of your face, his pretty white teeth skipping along your neck, nipping and nibbling.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whisper after mere seconds, finally submitting in this cat and mouse game, “Bucky, please.”

That’s all he needs— all he wants. For you to submit, after letting you have the reins for one day too long. He sinks into you slow, spreading you open with each inch, biting down into the side of your neck as he bottoms out. His teeth dig in a little deeper, a little harder as he starts to move, rocking back and forth almost succinct with the waves of the water.

You’re moving with him too, meeting each of his thrusts with your hips. You keep your legs tight around his waist, feet dangling and bouncing against the back of his thighs. A trail of hot kisses are pressed along your neck and down your shoulder before traipsing back up— teeth grazing along your jaw.

Long fingers skip up your side and between your bouncing tits to only wrap around your neck again. They squeeze, gently, as his pace starts to pick up, hips shoving harder and faster— that old barrel starting to scrape against the wood floor.

The force makes you louder, moaning with abandon as if the two of you are all alone on this little ferry. Bucky makes quick work of you, shoving metal fingers into your mouth— giving you something to suck on to keep you quiet.

“That’s a good girl.” he growls, voice gritty and low.

He’s punishing after that. Each snap of his hips thrusting you backward, the barrel you’re on top of tipping back and then slapping down on the floor. You yelp with each one, your mouth going slack around his digits as your hands fall to the edges of the barrel for some semblance of balance.

It’s obscene, the way you can hear your fuck. The wet of your cunt. The squeak of his cock plunging into tight, slick muscles. The heavy thud of his hips pounding into yours. The slap of your flip flops falling to the wood floor as he’s quite literally fucked them right off of your feet. It’s filthy— crude— and so very Bucky.

You’re back on your feet before you know it— before you realize it. Spun back around, Bucky’s hard chest and stomach pressed into your back. He grabs both of your hands and places them back on the barrel, his metal hand staying on top of yours, fingers gripping fingers.

Eager hips wiggle back into his as you hiss and sink your teeth into your bottom lip, groaning low. Your head drops when you feel his cock push through your ass cheeks— wet cockhead pressing against your hot rim.

He starts to fumble around behind you, each passing second making you more and more impatient. There’s a soft click, and then a light suction sound— something squeezing.

“Bucky,” you hiss, pushing back into him again, “Hur—”

The word breaks off right in the middle as he levels a quick smack against your hip— a warning. Then your ass cheeks are pulled apart, wet, slimy fingers sliding and prodding at your quivering rim. He brushes slow strokes, circling, pressing his fingers gently as he preps your little hole for what’s to come.

“What kind of freak brings lube to dinner?” you smile, gasping as he pinches the inside of your thigh.

You lurch forward when he grabs the back of your neck and yanks you back into him, lips right against your cheek, “The kinda freak that was gonna fuck you in an alley after dinner. Now shut that mouth.”

He’s pressing again, this time harder, his cockhead popping into you with force. You grunt with the initial intrusion, Bucky stopping his assault to allow you time to adjust to him— but that doesn’t last long. Your mouth goes slack again. Eyes slam shut, head falls forward as he slips in, deeper and deeper and deeper until his stomach is flush with your ass.

He wiggles— so you can feel him, feel him tickling the deepest part of you. Slaps at your ass again, quick, fingers glancing off your skin and leaving behind a hell of a sting. Then he’s fucking you again, slower this time, savoring the tight, glove-like hold your body provides.

Metal fingers grab at the hem of your dress again, tugging it up before they push back into your panties, finding a swollen, hot nub. Pinching and rubbing smooth circles against it, flicking and thrashing at the bundle of nerves before he shoves his fingers back into your cunt. They curl, those fingers, and pet your insides with surgical precision— only James Buchanan Barnes knows how to fuck you like this.

The heel of his palm slams against your clit as he fingers you rough and fucks your ass with gusto. Sleazy sounds gurgle up in your throat, the slapping of skin and the waves crashing against the side of the ferry, the rush of the wind filling your ears. Bucky pulls you flush against him and slithers his tongue just beneath your ear before his teeth grab a hold, tugging soft.

Teeth keep nipping— along your jaw, your cheeks, ears, neck. He fucks into you hard as he shoves his flesh hand into the neckline of your dress, gripping your tits. Pinching and kneading hard, thick nipples, mumbling sweet nothings all the while.

Your stomach churns, muscles tensing and flexing as synapses start to fire off in quick succession. Quick goosebumps pop up along your skin as your stomach tightens and you can taste it it’s so close. Bucky knows it, feels it as your walls constrict around his fingers, your asshole tightening around him. Vibranium fingers keep rubbing, keep fucking into your pussy hard, palm slapping against your clit, adding more and more pressure until the coil snaps.

It’s hard, and sudden— your body freezing as your orgasm consumes you. Bucky clamps a wet hand over your mouth as you mewl and bite into his palm, your hips thrusting forward with each wave of your release. He pulls his fingers from you to slap at your jumping clit, pressing the pads into it before he rubs quick little circles and then slaps at it again.

He drops his hand to your chin, yanking it up as you nearly cry, mewling and trembling with your release to kiss you hard and sloppy as you come. He kneads your tits with his mammoth hand as aftershocks flash through you, your used body jerking at random. Within seconds, there's a cloud of warmth in your ass. Rough grunts in your ear, growing louder with each spurt of his cock, your hot muscles milking him.

You let him use you, let him fill you up full of his silk. Grab his hands and lace your fingers with his as he empties long ribbons in you. Pull his arms around your waist and hold them there as he rides it out, his head falling to your shoulder. The two of you stand there, resting against that old barrel, breathing hard, skin sticky and balmy. Salt from the ocean in your nose.

Bucky’s the first to pull away, glancing back at the stairs before he pulls himself gingerly from you, leaving your body empty, a dribble of his come slipping out with him. He catches it with his fingers, drags them up the back of your thigh and between your ass cheeks before he shrugs out of his collared shirt and white tank top.

He cleans you up sweet with the tank top. Keeps his arm around your waist to steady you as he wipes at your thighs and your hot, sticky, puffy cunt, shushing you soft when you jump and whimper at the contact. He flings the messy tank top over the side of the ferry and rubs your hips and stomach real slow, murmuring into your ear all the while.

Diligent fingers then rearrange your thong— and cop a little feel, cupping your sensitive, swollen sex, giving it a little pinch so he can laugh when you shiver and squeak. Bucky pulls your dress, tugging lightly to get it back straight around your waist before smoothing it over your ass and thighs— even pulls at the top, making sure your tits are sitting pretty.

You can’t even open your eyes, overcome by alcohol and sleepiness and a post sex high. He fumbles with your fingers as your head lulls on his shoulder, a soft hum vibrating in your throat in your murky haze. Bucky lifts your arm by the elbow, sliding his hand up your forearm until he’s cupping your hand in his.

“Open your eyes, baby.” You groan in protest, causing a chuckle to rumble through his chest, “Come on.”

So you do. You always do whatever this man wants you to do— and there, right on your finger sits that big princess cut engagement ring you teased him with days before.

“How about we skip dinner and find a church, huh?” he whispers, kissing your cheek soft and sweet.

You glance at him over your shoulder, eyes wet as a smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth, “And if I say no?”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” He laughs as you adjust in his arms, pushing up on your tiptoes to cup his handsome face and kiss him on those pretty pink lips, “Then I guess I’ll have to fuck some sense into that pretty mouth of yours, won’t I birthday girl?”

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oksana-moods · 3 years ago

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In Another Life

Summary: When you come back from a mission, your life isn’t what used to be.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader; Natasha x Wanda

A/N: Let me break your hearts really quick with this one. I hope you guys like it.

Warnings: Angst. Language, violence, cheating. If there’s any other, let me know.

“In another life I’d be your girl, we’d keep all our promises”

“Take care for me, okay?” Wanda’s words in your ear makes you wish you could decline the mission you were about to go to. Sometimes being a superhero was hard just because of this, you’d leave the comfort of your home, your family to undertake adventures. You were an avenger after all, and take assignments was your routine, even though it meant that your girlfriend would stay behind while you kick some asses.

“I will, babe.” Was your reply, but you brought her close to you by circling her waist with your arm, and everything you couldn’t say with words, you spoke through a searing kiss. You took one step back and admired her beauty one last time before stepping on the Quinjet and taking-off.

The mission was not complicated in the paper. Natasha’s family had problem dealing with some Widows and you volunteered to go and help them. It was a common rule among the Avengers that, unless the world was about to end, Natasha or Steve should always be at the compound, someone had to keep things under control. At least one of them. And with Steve out on a mission with Bucky and Tony, Natasha couldn’t go and handle this problem herself.

You knew her past was hard for her, she’d told you about it few years ago and that’s why you stepped in to attend this one. You owned her this much, she was like a sister to you, and you’d do anything to bring her the peace she deserved when this matter’s finished and buried.

Sam set the coordinates to the rendezvous point where Yelena and their parents were supposed to meet you and as soon as you arrived plans were devised, and you engaged in the mission.

Few weeks passed and things went south fast, you lost contact with the compound, but your group stuck together and went through the hell the unknown sent you. Luckly, no one got more injuries than few scrapes and bruises and, after every girl had received the antidote, you went back home.

Almost two months had passed after you left and you were so happy to see Wanda again that it hurt. Certainly, you wanted to tell Natasha what happened during the quest and how you loved to work with Yelena, Andrei and Melina, but more than anything, you wanted to hug Wanda to never let go. Not for a while, at least.

You missed her voice soothing your worries and nightmares or the way it was always sexily raspy in the morning. You missed the warmth of her body and how it felt like a truly wonderland beneath yours. You missed her eyes, always surveying yours as if she could vault to your very soul. To you, her eyes were always kind.

While you step out of the Quinjet, your heart raced as if it could fly out of your chest, and you felt like a schoolgirl about to meet their crush after summer vacations. You could feel it hammering your ribcage with every step you took until you stopped in front of her, by the hanger doors.

There were few of your friends there to greet you back but your eyes were solely cast on your girlfriend. Although she smiled brightly at you, you couldn’t help but think that her smile was a bit strained around its edges and it didn’t reach her eyes, that avoided to lock with yours more than a second.

Your heart sank. You tried to push away the nagging thought that something was wrong, but you knew better. She was nervous and there was absolutely no reason to be. Your eyes finally strayed to the others and Steve hugged you tight while Bruce shot you a warm smile.

However, when your eyes landed on Natasha, she was looking at Wanda and by the corner of your eye, you knew Wanda was looking back at her. There was a whole conversation going on between them and you couldn’t shake away the feeling of being left out.

Days passed and the dynamics visibly shifted in your relationship with Wanda. Completely out of character, she started to come to your room late and got up early in the morning, if you didn’t know better, you’d think she was avoiding you.

It was exactly what she was doing. And when you confronted her things were messy, ugly and you hated it. You hated her. Just as much as you hate what you’re doing now.

“How does it feel to kiss her when you know that I trust you?” You inquire, voice cold as ice. “Did you at least think of me before fucking my girlfriend?” Your tone could very well be flat but delivered every ounce of disgust you had in your body.

“That’s not how things went, it’s not that simple.” She started, then paused when you scoffed. “Let me explain to you. When you went radio silence, we got worried and I- I comforted her and… and… things happened.” If there is a first time for everything, this was certainly the first time you’ve seen Natasha Romanoff not knowing what to say, the first time you’ve seen the Black Widow not being perfectly eloquent.

And it angered you more than anything, for you knew she had plenty of time to work on a better excuse than this. You knew she could be more persuasive, and this showed you that she – they – never really cared about you.

“Oh for fucks sake, could you be more obscene, Natasha?” You snapped and your outburst startled her. “You were my sister, I trusted you and while I was making sure there was not one single girl under the red room’s influence, you were here all along banging Wanda without sparing me one single fucking thought.”

“Do not speak like that!” Natasha took a menacing step towards you. You were mad, she gets it, but she wouldn’t let you speak about Wanda as if she were a whore. “Show her some respect!”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You snorted and turned to face her livid. “And where is the respect that she should’ve showed me?” Your finger jabbed your own chest. “Where is the respect that you should have had, Tasha?” In the end, your voice was weak, diploid of any life or strength even. This whole cheating ordeal took everything you had and a little more.

Seeing Romanoff’s eyes cast on the ground, speechless, motionless, was the only indication that there was no more talking. Your girlfriend cheating on you, hurt. But your best friend betraying you like that was a stab in the back and you didn’t see it coming.

It felt like you were cut wide open and left behind bleeding, to fend for yourself and the worst part is that you didn’t know which betrayal cut you deepest.

“You know, I never really thought that I’d be good enough for Wanda, of course not.” You spoke with a humorless smile gracing your lips, even though your eyes burned with unshed tears. “But hell, would it kill you if you let me try at least?” The smile turned into a grimace and this time you waited for her poor excuse.

“Look, I-I’m sorry, but this…” She opened her arms trying to underline something that you couldn’t quite understand, but it certainly made sense in her head. “Wanda and I, it’s complicated.” She sighed tiredly, defeated.

You only nodded and held back the yelling you had in storage for her, none of it would matter now. You lost the two most important people in your life in a span of days and there was no turning back. Not anymore.

“Of fucking course it is, Natasha. Nothing is simple when the Black Widow is involved.” You barked right before stepping out of her room, slamming her door shut.

The second your feet touched the cold marble on the hall, Wanda walked towards you but said nothing as you spoke first. “Guess I have to break that promise I made you.” You didn’t dare to look at her, your heart could not take it.

“What promise?” Her voice was small, fragile as if afraid of speaking louder would break her even more.

“I promised you that you’d be the happiest woman in this world, but I’m not the one who will make you. In another life, maybe. ”

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scarthefangirl · 3 years ago

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Gentle words

Druig x fem!reader

Description: Just some headcannons for Druig while his girlfriend/wife/ect is on her period!!

Warnings: Period, blood, mood swings, crying, name of girls private, switching from past and present tense (I am so sorry)

A/N: Based on this request, about this request on @siempre-bucky 's blog! I decided I should write it so I hope the anon finds this.

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At first he never really noticed or cared

I mean it is just a normal thing he will never have to experience.

But then you guys started dating and he had to care

You would sometimes be able to act like nothing was wrong for that week

Sometimes you would complain a little or a lot.

And other times it was like you picked up a truck of pain and emotions and chucked it at him.

He was mostly sweet and comforting

Mostly...

The mood swings are always hard for him

One minute you are screaming at him, the next you need snuggles.

"Ugh I hate you! How could you b

e so rude and oblivious?!" -You after Druig changed the channel

"I'm sorry for yelling can we cuddle?" -you 2 minutes later, sobbing.

He is sometimes a little hesitant to cuddle, because he has a tough guy persona

But he will for you.

When you are in mega pain?

He totally is up to cuddle, massage, comfort,

Anything you need.

Sometimes he will go out to the drive through in the middle of night if you ask.

One day he got back from a mission and found you sprawled across the couch

You were wearing baggy comfy clothing and your hair was tied up messily

He ran to you immediately, insisting on what was wrong.

"Oh my dear I am so sorry. How can I help?" Druig asks you with a gentle soothing voice.

Another time he didn't realize what time it was and could not figure out why you were so moody.

"You're the worst." You cried.

"I don't know what I did honey." He pouted.

"You told me to calm down when I got mad at my phone." Tears welled in your eyes.

He couldn't help laughing, making you sadder.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" Druig laughs but means well.

On some occasions you would leak through

One time you were helping some people in the town plant crops.

You had bent over and his eyes widened

A giant red stain on the back and front of your croch.

He immediately dragged you away, careful to cover the blood.

You were so embarrassed and kept crying.

He tried his best to tell you no one cared.

"Oh my beautiful, beautiful Y/N you are going to be alright."

You cried in his shoulder on many period occasions

Like once you were sleeping in his room.

You tried so hard to do everything right and not screw up the night.

But you wake up to screams.

You look at Druig in panic, puzzled.

"Who did it? What happened? Are you okay? We should go see someone. You need help before you bleed out!" He rambles, pointing to a large kool aid colored stain.

You look at the ruined sheets and burst into a loud sob.

You explain to him what it is.

He assures you it is okay and he isn't angry.

But you continue to sob

You are in so much pain from cramps and the blubbering isn't helping

Druig continues trying to help you calm down

"I will wash the sheets right now. And I will get you some new sheets. And I will" You ramble

"No, no. Its really okay. How about you go take a warm shower and I will clean up. You need some comfy clothes." Druig rubs your shoulders gently.

You start crying harder

Druig thinks it is his fault

But you hug him tightly, muttering how sweet he is.

"Every other man would be disgusted but you- you are something." You cry.

You were exhausted

But he gets exhausted to

You don't really let him sleep.

Between your strange laying positions, your crying, your neediness, your cuddling,

He pretty much didn't sleep for one week every month.

Sometimes you need him to go on a late night snack run.

Like one night, you were rolling around the couch in odd positions

"Hey babe?" -You doing the downward dog

"Yes my beautiful, beautiful Y/N?" Druig asks while watching some old show with three old ladies

"I'm hungry for McDonald's."

"But I am watching TV!" Druig pouts

"But" you begin to mock his voice "The devil is up my vagina with his pitch fork and I am bleeding out."

He shifts uncomfortably

"McDonald's." You deadpan

"Yes darling." He rushes out the door.

That McDonald's was good, too.

Most of all, you just need him you reassure and comfort you.

He is always there with gentle words,

Massages,

Warm water bottles,

love.

He is the most comforting boy out there.

"Honey I can't even tell you are bloated." He uses his gentle words.

"Oh beautiful, you aren't breaking out it is like 3 zits." More gentle words.

He loves you, no matter the week.

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beyondspaceandstars · 4 years ago

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A Good Man

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: TFATWS SPOILERS, angst, underlying anxious tones (happy ending, though!) Summary: Bucky calls you distraught after having to resume the classic role of the Winter Soldier again A/N: When I saw this scene in TFATWS all I could think about was how wild that had to be for Bucky to assume that brainwashed role again and idk maybe it isn’t that deep and i just went crazy with it but what can i say? i love a good sad/angsty one shot with happy ending :)

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Your heart leaped with joy as your phone started buzzing beside you on your desk. Only one person would be calling you at such an obscure time and seeing your boyfriend’s name and picture pop-up as confirmation made your heart melt.

Hitting ‘accept,’ you happily greeted him, "Hi, honey."

You couldn’t contain the smile on your face as you waiting for his answer. You two hadn’t talked for a bit after he went off, only giving you a brief rundown of his plans. He was a bit frantic, a bit worried about his actions, but you assured him you knew what he had to do. Not being much of a hero yourself, all you could do was support him and promise to be there when he gets back, arms opened, ready to comfort him.

"Hi, doll," Bucky responded but his tone absolutely did not meet your energy. He sounded a bit out of it, almost distant, as his words dragged out in a sigh. At first you thought maybe he had just gotten tossed around in a fight but there was something in his voice you had to inquire about.

"How’s everything going?" You asked, cautiously, as you leaned back in your desk chair. The late-night work you were doing was becoming abandoned as your attention turned to your boyfriend.

Bucky paused, the line practically going dead. You worried he had hung up, maybe thought better than to tell you what was going on, but you could still hear his uneven breaths. They were haunting and rigid. You started to get more worried as the seconds of silence went on.

Afraid he was going to drop the call, you wanted to change the subject when Bucky finally spoke up. "We teamed up with Zemo."

Your phone nearly slipped out of your hands. Sitting up abruptly, you did your best to contain your shocked tone. "Wow, um, alright," you nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. "How- How is that going?" The last thing Bucky had explained was going to see him in prison and now somehow, some god-damn way, the man was outside. The man who had done all that to your boyfriend. Had controlled and weaponized him. The terror, the fear, everything Bucky would tell you came rushing back-

"Doll," Bucky mumbled, cutting off your thoughts. You gulped at his weak, sad tone. "You still love me, right?"

Your brows furrowed. "I love you so much, Buck," you said, meaning every single word entirely. After a deep breath, you then asked, "What’s wrong?"

"If you see any videos tonight, please don’t watch them-,"

"Videos?" You gasped, "Bucky, what is going on?" Your jaw clenched as you sat on the edge of your seat, desperate for answers. You weren’t about to disobey him but he was also giving you nothing.

That silence came back but you forced yourself to wait patiently. No dial tone came, just the same haunting breaths on the other end of the line.

He spoke abruptly, nearly catching you off guard. "We needed to speak to an informant so…" Bucky coughed, sounding like he was covering any worry. You still waited, silent. "I had to take on the role of the Winter Soldier, that Winter Soldier, again."

"I- What?" You asked. What the hell did that mean? "What do you mean took on the role? What- Bucky, what did you do?"

"No, no, babe, it’s fine," His voice was frantic, making something twist in your heart out of sadness. "I- I had to just pretend but it was back in that headspace, that role, and… And it was a lot, doll. I felt like a soldier again, following commands, and I didn’t- I mean I’m fine, everything’s fine. I know it wasn’t real but I- I just needed to talk to you. It got overwhelming and…" Bucky took another deep breath. You sniffled, holding back some tears as you listened to the worry, the tragedy, in his voice. "I just needed to hear your voice. Remember who I am now. What I have waiting for me."

You couldn’t help the little sob that escaped you. You didn’t exactly think it was the end of the world but it was… alarming. Necessary, it seemed, but alarming, and you didn’t know how to really help. Part of you wanted to beg him to come home but that just wasn’t reasonable. You knew the stakes very well.

Bucky started mumbling your name trying to calm you down but you cut him off. "Bucky, you know that’s not you anymore. You’re no one’s soldier, you’re no one’s asset, okay? You’re a good man who just wants to make things right." You took a deep breath as the waterworks flowed. "It wasn’t real, honey. You did what you had to do for the great good. As cheesy as that may sound, it’s true. And I think the fact you’re worried about it means you’ve come a long way."

A shaky breath came through on the phone. You both seemed to be such messes on different sides of the world. All you desperately wanted was to take him in your arms, reassure him everything was fine, feel his touch and give him that comfort. But he was doing what he had to as a hero and you knew it didn’t come without its challenges.

"Thank you, doll," Bucky mumbled. "I really needed to hear all that."

You mustered a weak smile through your teary expression. "You’re doing good, honey, I promise. You’ve worked so hard and I’m immensely proud of you."

You could practically hear the smile finally forming on Bucky’s lips as he gave you another thank you.

"Now, if I may ask," you sighed, "what is this about videos?"

Bucky groaned. "Some witnesses had those genius phones or whatever."

"You mean smartphones?"

"Whatever," He scoffed. "I think they took videos of the fight."

You shook your head, moving the phone to your other ear for comfort, and leaned back in your chair. "Your therapist is not going to like that."

"Please don’t remind me."

You couldn’t help but give a little chuckle at his response. "Are you doing okay, now?"

Bucky hummed. "I think so," he said. "Sorry for bombarding you with all that. I got a little panicky when I realized…"

The trailing off made your heart break just a little bit more. In your time of knowing him, when he wasn’t speaking his mind could be wandering, filling with worries and horrors you just wanted nothing more than to magically cast away. But the best you could manage was to actually be there. To listen to it all, fully on the roller coaster ride.

"Hey, honey," you said, trying to pull him away from his thoughts. "I promise, you’re okay. You were doing your job and it might not have been ideal but that wasn’t you. You don’t even know that person anymore."

"You’re right," he sighed. "God, how are you always right?"

You giggled, wiping away some stray tears. "I’m just so smart."

Bucky gave a weak laugh. It wasn’t much but you’d take it. "That’s for sure," he agreed.

He sounded like he was about to say something else when a voice called in the background. Bucky let out an annoyed sigh then said, "I have to go, doll, but I can call you tomorrow."

"Okay, honey," you said, sniffling slightly. "Please be safe."

"Always," he mumbled, his voice cracking just a bit, but he seemed to quickly compose himself. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Buck," you sighed. "Come back to me in one piece."

"Doll, please, you cannot say that to your boyfriend who has a detachable arm."

You gasped, "Bucky, you know what I mean-,"

He cut you off with another weak laugh. You were slightly relieved his humor hadn’t totally abandoned him in his panic. You wish you could see the same for yourself but Bucky always knew how to break the mood.

"Of course, I do," he sighed. "Just like teasing you."

"You’re insufferable."

He scoffed. "You love me." You could practically see him shaking his head with that stupid but loving teasing grin playing at his lips, trying to overcome those sad eyes.

You chuckled as your heart absolutely warmed at the mental pictures of your boyfriend. There was no denying you were madly in love with him. All of him. Brain, body, heart, soul. The entire package. "Of course I do."

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vanillanaps · 3 years ago

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Mob!bucky coming to meet you for a date but when he gets there he sees some guy being rude/gross to you

You’d be sitting at the table waiting for Bucky to arrive. He offered to pick you up, but you told him its fine since you drove to work this morning and would just meet him there.

You were only at the table for a few moments before some random guy slipped into the booth seat across from you. Your face scrunched up into confusion, “Can I help you?”

He shook his head with a smirk on his face, “Just was wondering why such a hot babe like you was sitting here all alone?”

You physically cringed at his words, “I’m waiting for someone, it’d be best for you to leave before he gets here.”

The man rolled his eyes and scoffed, “Why are bitches like you so stuck up? God forbid a man actually shows you interests and you lie.”

“Excuse me?” You were a bit taken back.

“What are you deaf now? Should’ve known you were just a basic broad.”

You went to response but the seat cushion dipping besides you and an arm being wrapped around your shoulders stopped you, “You wanna repeat that?” Bucky asked, taking a sip of his drink while never breaking eye contact with the man.

He instantly froze up. It was no secret who Bucky was and what he was known for doing, the guy knew he was screwed, “I-I’m s-sorry, Mr. Barnes.”

“I think you’re apologizing to the wrong person.”

His eyes immediately snapped towards you, “I apologize. I was out of line.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning back into the seat ignoring his apology because it wasn’t genuine. It came from fear.

“If I ever hear you talking to my girl or any other woman like that, you’ll know what’s coming for you.” Bucky told him, tilting his head to the side, basically telling his to scram, which he did, “You okay, doll?”

“Better than ever.” You smiled softly, leaning up to kiss his lips, “Now let’s order, I’m hungry.”

#mob!bucky #mob!bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #lees celebration

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years ago

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Failed Audition

Summary: Sebastian comes home in a disgruntled mood after not succeeding in getting a part in a movie that is close to his heart, though he knows he shouldn’t be so disheartened when he comes home to you

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: minor angst, fluff, brief nudity, alcohol consumption, mentions of pasts, the feeling of failure

Word Count: 1069

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It was a surprise to hear the front door to your home slam, not only from the impact that it audibly rattled through the apartment but the time in which your boyfriend had returned. He had only been gone for a record of three hours, and as he stormed through the living room to reach the kitchen, he didn't even bother bidding you with a greeting; instead he went straight to the refrigerator and extracted a beer, undoing the cap and taking a long needed swig of the golden laga. A sigh released from his chest after he had done so, as though it was something to numb his pain for not being good enough.

"Seb, baby?" You enquired for his attention as you recounted his footsteps and shadowed them with your own, watching as he scratched his forehead with the aid of his rough knuckles. The sight made you lick your lips in thought as you realised that this stressful behaviour of which he was excerpting was no thanks to his career. He dauntingly looked up with his frozen irises, putting the glass bottle on the counter and coming forwards almost in shame. A sad smile spread across his face as he chewed on the flesh inside of his mouth, the emotions that ran through him being anything but proud.

"They called me off right then and there. Said because of my marvel contract that they couldn't risk an engagement of interest with the company. That role was amazing, don't get me wrong I love Bucky, but damn him for messing this up for me." His words came out as a frank groan, annoyance laced in the undertone of his lexis. You were aware of how excited that he had been to take on this new role, and it was a tragedy to see him so rattled by the fall of said opportunity. Of course there would be many more roles that he could fill in his time, but this one had resonated with him more than any other.

It was about a man whom didn't know who his father was, raised by a single mother that took him to another country due to the collapsing infrastructure of their society; the background for the character was quite personal for Sebastian, and it was understandable why he had become so upset over the fact. Truth be told, there'd be no one that could express their emotions of the situation as well as your partner, but rather than prying and telling him he'd have better luck next time, you supported him in a more stable way.

Your feet carried you closer to him as you pressed your front to his own, wrapping your arms around his lower back as you drew his attention in on your fixated purpose. "How about I run you a bath babe? Relax you a little so that we can have a nice quiet evening in together and get some take out, and when you're ready to vent more I'll be all ears." Sebastian could not help but allow a wide and half goofy smile form onto his features as he leant down to kiss you, seemingly interested in your idea. "Okay then, you finish your beer and I'll be back in a jiffy."

You wandered off to the bathroom, turning the tabs to the tub so that a mixture of hot and cold temperate water would fill it up. For a moment you watched it build, steam filling the room as you smiled lightly at the commending act that you were doing for your partner, you could leave the water to run a little while by itself, and so you trudged out, grabbing a towel and anything else that Seb would need in the vicinity, preparing everything until it was due time that you shut the bath from adding any more water to its contents and walked back to the kitchen to see your lover almost done with his beer.

“Bath is ready when you are.” He had a little sip left of his beer, but clearly it wasn’t important as he abandoned it and walked to the bathroom, stripping his shirt over his head, rolling his shoulders back slightly as you went over and helped him out of the rest of his clothing, watching him step into the tub in all of his glory as he then transitioned to sinking down into the cooling water. You knelt beside the tub, grabbing a washcloth and lightly massaging his arms with it. “Don’t you want to get in with me?” He enquired as he daringly studied each of your features, but you simply shook your head, stating that you were ‘fine where you were’ as you helped soothe the ache in any of his muscles and cleanse the skin.

His jaw leant closer, sucking you in for a kiss as his index finger tipped your chin up to elongate the interaction. “Thank you for all of this babe, you know just how to make me feel better.” He couldn’t deny that he felt substantially less attacked by the rejection that the directors and casters had given him, but coming home had peaked his mood. You smiled at him, pecking his lips again as you felt proud of Sebastian for holding it together, he always managed to do so during the toughest situations and that was one thing of many that made you attracted to him in the first place.

No matter the situation, he moulded to make it better, though this time you had aided with that, and that was fine, that was why you were here, to hold him up when he fell down, to be a system of support in his darkest hours and most importantly to love him. Once Seb had thought that no one could truly love him, and now he saw that back then he had never been so wrong. The opinion of creators shouldn’t have mattered to him, not when he had you always mobilising him and preparing him for a brighter future. And he planned to spend every second from the one that he had met you loving you, until the day that he died, in the long run fame and his career were just pledges that he had made into a full time job, but it was his goal to make the sappy forever between couples a reality.

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absolutelyfizzing · 3 years ago

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He can't hurt you anymore

Bucky x reader

Description - Reader is the barista that Bucky has befriended at his local coffee shop but he thinks you may be hiding something. Your boyfriend might not be as kind as he tries to come off as. One day Bucky investigates and intervenes. Takes place around TFATWS but the shield isn't a factor. After the events of Endgame. Its pretty platonic Buck x Reader but it's sort of implied that future romance is probably a thing.

Warnings - TW DOMESTIC ABUSE!!! This is a big part of the story, if this is triggering for you, DO NOT READ THIS!! If you are in a situation where you need help getting out of an abusing household please get help. also endgame spoilers! Theres some cussing as well and female pronouns are used.

Word count - 4700 ish?

A/N - I am writing this from how an abusive relationship was for ME, how I acted, and the ways that I felt. This is in no way a generalization of how these situations are for most people nor is it a romanticization of abuse. Please reach out to someone or even me if you need help or you want to talk about anything. Do not read this story if you will be harmed by reading this, PLEASE.

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Bucky's favorite part of his day was when he went to get coffee from the small shop down the street from his apartment. He didn't have many places he liked to go outside of the small room that he often felt trapped him but he knew that it was good for him to get out and interact with people. His therapist had told him as much.

He really didn't even like the coffee that much, he found that it made him jittery, but he went just to say hi to you. He always got the same order and usually got there around the same time so sometimes you would even have his coffee ready just as he was walking in. When you did things like that it made his heart flutter. He liked you in a romantic way but you only ever lightly flirted. Not wanting to scare you away, he never pressed and he kept his conversation moderately friendly. He had noticed that sometimes you seemed off. More so than he would say might be caused by a bad day.

On these days your eyes would be flying around the room and your hands shaky. You normally had bags under your eyes and you might even have bruises around your body. He also noticed that on those days you would cover up more but he could catch a glimpse of a purple bruise on your arm under your sleeve when you moved.

As he walked into the shop, he saw that today would be one of those days. He had been going to the coffee shop that you were at for probably 6 months and he had never seen you this shaken up. You seemed to be fully zoned out as you automatically did the cleaning in front of you. He had to clear his throat a bit to get you to notice him and when he did he regretted it. You flinched and your shoulders tensed before looking over to him. You relaxed a bit and a wide smile appeared on your face. He could vaguely tell it seemed to be fake but it was one of the best fake smiles he had ever seen. He almost commented on it before he noticed the bruises on your neck and arm.

"You okay?" He questioned, eyebrow quirked and his tone lightly teasing. He guessed they might be from whoever you were sleeping with having been a bit rough, something that he wouldn't have judged you for anyway. When you tensed up a bit and drew your hand to your neck he saw the look of slight fear cross your eyes.

"Oh I'm fine!" You recovered, "Didn't have time to cover them up this morning." You smiled and put your arm back down. It looked like you were going with his guess that they were from your boyfriend but in a non threatening way. His smile lessened a bit and he got out his wallet.

"Well, you know the drill. Medium americano with cream and sugar please." He sighed and he put some money in your tip jar while winking at you. You blushed and nodded before turning around to get started on his order.

While you were turned around he heard the bell on the door ring signaling that someone had entered. He turned to see who it was only to be met with an unfamiliar face. This was a bit of a rare occurrence considering he came here so often and he knew almost all of the other people who walked in. This man was large and domineering. He didn't look abnormal in any way, just that his eyes didn't hold the kindness that Bucky searched for when meeting someone new. The man pushed past Bucky to stand at the counter and knocked on it loudly, trying to get your attention. When you turned, you looked like you saw a ghost.

James studied you carefully as the color slowly came back to your face and the large smile that didn't quite seem right was plastered on your face again.

"Hey, babe! Can I get you something?" you asked him kindly and James realized that this must be your boyfriend. He noticed the slight waver that was in your voice as you spoke to to man and the way that your hands began to shake a bit.

"No thanks, I just wanted to check on you to see how you were doing and to apologize again. I was just heading in to work." Your boyfriend smiled and you flinched for a moment before taking a deep breath, bracing yourself.

"No worries, I already told you I forgave you." You grinned, this one looking more like it reached your eyes. "Have a good day at work!" You chirped at him. His hand came to your cheek and James saw you flinch before the man leaned in to kiss you. As soon as he pulled away and left, you turned back to the drink you were making for Buck and your hands were unsteady.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" He tentatively asked. He didn't want to push but he had a bad feeling stuck in his stomach.

You turned to him, ready drink in hand, "I'm doing great, thank you for asking, James" You smiled and Bucky nearly swooned when you used his name. He adjusted his glove a bit and fidgeted with the sleeve on his metal arm, a habit he had when he was anxious.

"Do you mind if I drink it up here? I'd love to chat a bit." He did this pretty often. There was a seat next to the counter for employees that he would occupy on days where the shop wasn't too busy. You gazed at him and nodded enthusiastically.

"How are you now that you're all settled into the new place?" You asked gently and he smiled. He appreciated that you remembered details about him. It made him feel less crazy for having known so much about you.

"It's good! The bed still doesn't feel right and there are still boxes lying around but I cant seem to get myself to unpack all the way. If I didn't have this part of my day then I think I'd be bored out of my mind" He said. You blushed a bit and smiled. You always liked hearing about how he was doing, you worried about him. He had told you at some point that he was a veteran and that he had some issues adapting to his new life. You didn't bring it up often so as to not scare him off but you liked to check in when you could.

"You might want to start looking for something else to occupy your time then, I don't know how much longer I'm going to be here." You mumbled. You were still smiling a bit but your gaze had saddened.

"What do you mean? Are you leaving the city? Heading back home?" he questioned quickly. You had told him that you weren't originally from New York. You chuckled a bit at his panic.

"No, but might be moving in with my boyfriend, that guy who came in earlier." You explained but he still had a confused look on his face.

"Why does that mean you wont be working here?"

"Oh I don't know, he is trying to get me to quit while I'm figuring out life and stuff. Thinks I might be more helpful around the house and he has enough to support us both." you tried to explain but you knew the logic in your statement was flawed. The reality was that your boyfriend wanted you to be financially dependent on him but you were ignoring that as the bruises around your throat reminded you what happened to girlfriends who talked back. You looked into Bucky's eyes to find him staring sadly.

"You should be able to keep working if you want to." He sounded urgent and you laughed it off.

"You're just mad cause you won have an excuse to see your favorite barista anymore." As you turned back to the cleaning around the shop to do. It was a quiet morning so the silence was slightly deafening. You both didn't speak for a couple minutes before James broke the silence.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" he asked very lightly. Like he didn't want to scare you off. "I'm guessing your boyfriend left those marks and earlier when he came in-"

"It was an accident" You stated quickly. Urgently. Pleadingly. You still weren't looking at him but you had stopped cleaning. "He didn't mean to, he felt bad about it." You continued before turning to James. There were tears in your eyes and you tried to smile reassuringly.

"Those kinds of accidents shouldn't happen, Y/N" He muttered, trying not to make you feel attacked at all but also wanting to let you know that he knew something was wrong.

"It was my fault." You began.

"There is no way-"

"No it was. I messed something up and-and it was on me. James, you don't need to worry about me." Your voice was shaking a bit. "Please, don't worry about me." you were pleading. Your eyes were begging.

You both stood in silence for a moment before you began moving around. You didn't really have a task to be doing but you couldn't be still. You just couldn't be still.

"I am worried" he whispered and you felt the tears in your eyes threaten to fall. You knew you situation wasn't good but you didn't feel like there was anything you could do. And you were partially still convinced that your boyfriend didn't mean it, even though past experiences had already proved you wrong. You knew that after the 5th time, it wasn't accidental. But fear and guilt held you back. You were not an aggressive person. When he yelled at you he made you feel weak. You crumbled. You would never be able to escape.

You went through the rest of your shift in moderate silence. You worked when customers came in and when they left you would try to make yourself seem busy around the shop. James sat patiently, you knew he was gong to want to walk you back to your boyfriend's apartment. Your stomach clenched as you prayed that your boyfriend wouldn't be home.

After your shift you agreed to let James walk you home, you only lived a few blocks away. You didn't talk much and you felt guilty for creating that atmosphere. When you reached your building you stopped and turned to him.

"Thank you for walking me home." You smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow?" You asked and Bucky nodded.

When you turned to head into you building, he didn't leave. He waited. He knew something was wrong but he didn't want to create a mess for you if he didn't need to. He stood against the building before walking in behind someone who was entering. He made his way to the address he had caught on your key earlier and stopped about 3 floors down from yours. He wouldn't intervene unless you needed him and he could listen in from further away. One of the few times he was thankful for the super serum.

"Where have you been?" a growl sounded.

"I was just-"

"Your shift ended 30 minutes ago. Were you talking to that leather wearing asshole? Huh?" There was a yell. "Were you cheating on me, you bitch?!"

"No, babe, Bucky just walked me home, he was just being nice. The person taking over my shift was just a little-"

"He walked you home?" He screamed, "You're just whoring yourself out to anyone now, huh?"

At this point Bucky had heard enough but he noticed that the stairs were closed and the elevator was taking forever. He was hitting himself for not going up to your floor to be more prepared. His heart was pounding and he could feel his eyes watering.

"Babe, I'm sorry, he didn't mean anything by it, I promise-"

He heard a yelp and something making impact and he decided he was done waiting. He didn't know why the stairs were closed but it didn't matter. He broke the door to the stairwell open and he sprinted up them as fast as possible. It was easier to hear your whimpers as he got closer and he could still hear hitting.

When he made it to the door he didn't hesitate to break it in. When he entered the apartment he felt eyes on him. In the corner of your living room you were hunched in a corner, breathing heavily with tears streaming down your face and a fresh broken lip, your boyfriend leering over you with his fist clenched.

"Get the fuck away from her." Bucky felt himself growl. He didn't want to hurt this guy in front of you, knowing that would traumatize you more, but it was taking everything in him not to snap his neck right then.

"What the fuck are you gonna do?" Your boyfriend sneered, "You have no right to come in here and tell be how I'm supposed to deal with my girlfriend. Get the fuck out!" Your boyfriend had moved away from you and you took a bit of a breath. Bucky noticed the shaking of your body as you breathed and he saw red.

Before he really considered what he was doing Bucky was already moving toward the man in the middle of the room, his metal hand clenched. He moved to grab your boyfriend's arm and when he tried to block, going into the fight cocky, Bucky decided he would put him in his place. With what seemed to be minimal effort, Bucky turned the mans arm around and jammed his knee into his back. Once your boyfriend was on the floor, in less than 10 seconds, Bucky had his knee on his chest and his metal arm on his neck.

"You will never lay another finger on her again, you understand me? You're gonna go to fucking prison and you'll never be able to get near her again." Bucky growled at the man who was struggling futilely beneath him. He pressed on his neck harder and waited for his body to give out, holding long enough that he would be knocked out for at least a few minutes so he could get you out of there.

Bucky looked up at you and you were still shaking in the corner, seemingly still terrified. You looked so different from the girl he had come to know. Bucky realized that he might have just made you more scared of him but he knew it was worth it to get you out of the situation. You gulped and took a deep shaky breath before moving to stand up. Bucky moved to stand also to go over and help you but you immediately say back down.

"Hey, doll. I'm not gonna hurt you-" Bucky started but you cut him off.

"I know, I know I just..." You took another shallow breath and looked at the man Bucky was no longer holding down. He could get free and move toward you now if he were to wake up. Bucky understood your gaze sighed a bit, looking around the apartment he now realized probably belonged to your boyfriend. He then noticed the belt on your boyfriend and moved to take it off so he could tie him up with it. He heard you whimper and he made a guess as to why, his heart clenching once again. He quickly bound the large man's hands and attached him to a support beam in the middle of the room. He checked the bindings using larger movements than he needed to so that you would see they were tight from your spot across the room. Bucky then stood and slowly made his way near you. Instead of trying to get very close, he opted to sit against the wall about halfway between you and the man tied up in the room, trying to make sure that you didn't feel threatened by him and that you knew your boyfriend was no longer a threat.

"I'm gonna call a friend okay? You're okay now." Buck said gently to you and you nodded. Your eyes were watery as tears began to fall and you scooted a little closer to Bucky, still not sitting close enough to touch. Bucky made no move to push you. He instead just dialed the only person he could think of.

"Hey, Sam... You in town?.. I know but I need some help. I need the police here and if you could drive too that would be great. I got someone here I don't want going in a cop car... I know that's a lot to ask but I wouldn't be asking if it weren't serious... Please?.. That would be great if she's there." It seemed that the 'please' made the person on the other line agree. Bucky hung up and looked toward you. "Someone's on the way, okay? Do you need anything right now or need any medical help thats urgent?"He tried to be gentle but he couldn't hide the fear in his voice. If there was severe damage somewhere he needed to know now.

"N-no, it wasn't that bad. It's just my face and my ribs I guess but I've healed from worse." You mumbled, trying to be reassuring but then realizing that you may have made him feel worse. "I'm sorry" You mumbled as the tears began again.

"Whoa, what on earth are you sorry for?" Bucky asked as he felt his own eyes begin to water.

"Its just that-" you took a breath for a moment and tried to calm your shaking, "this isn't your job and I'm sorry that you have to deal with it and that I couldn't do it on my own." You cried a bit, Bucky barely being able to make out your words with how quietly you were speaking. He wasn't entirely sure how to help. He experimentally slid a hand along the floor toward you going very slowly so you could move or tell him to stop if you wanted. Instead you moved your hand and reached out so your fingers were touching on the floor. You still didn't move closer to him but the nonthreatening contact made you feel a bit better. He spoke up quietly.

"Y/N, I know this has been a really hard day for you and probably been rough for however long you've been with that asshole but you need to understand that this is not your fault. You did not make him do this to you and you did not deserve it. You will never be in a room alone with him again, okay?" He made decisive eye contact with you and you nodded a bit. "I am going to make sure that nothing happens to you now, I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you again." He sounded reassuring and you scooted just close enough that his hand was holding yours. He smiled lightly at you and you jumped as you heard a knock at the doorframe of the entrance where the door had been practically broken off its hinges.

You tensed up immediately and Bucky stood a bit protectively in front of you, letting go of your hand in the process. You saw a tall kind looking man at the doorway, his frame slightly hunched to make sure that he didn't startle you too much. You looked at him a bit fearfully and took a deep breath before glancing at Bucky and then smiling lightly at the man in the doorway. He watched you carefully as he stepped into the apartment.

"Hey there, my name is Sam, I'm just gonna get him out of here. There's a police car with his name on it downstairs. I brought someone with me who's going to help get you out of here to somewhere safe, okay?" He smiled at you as he moved toward the man tied up in the center of the room. As the bindings came off you skittered back toward the corner a bit and only eased once he was dragged out of the room. From the doorway came a redhead with bags under her eyes. She looked like she hadn't gotten good sleep in a while and you felt like you recognized her from somewhere.

"I'm Pepper, is it okay if I come in?" She looked nice and she had a motherly presence. You nodded and smiled a bit. Her gaze softened further and she walked slowly toward you and as she walked past Bucky she touched his arm lightly, conveying something that you didn't quite understand. "Can I help you up?" she asked as she stood in front of you, her hand reached out. You nodded and put your hand in hers, allowing her to pull you up. You felt the damage that had been done more clearly when you stood up, there was definitely something wrong with your ribs and your stomach. She carefully and slowly put an arm around your shoulders as she herded you out of the apartment. you looked back to where Bucky was standing and he smiled at you reassuringly but his eyes seemed sad. You let yourself be led to a car outside with a man that Pepper called "Happy" driving. She sat in the back with you and made casual one sided conversation to put you at ease.

Back at your apartment Bucky began to try to pack you a bag. He knew that Pepper would take good care of you and wouldn't let anything happen. He would meet you at the Avengers tower later, assuming you would be staying there until you felt comfortable living by yourself at your own apartment again. He moved through your ex's apartment with a critical gaze, noting holes in the wall and a gun in the corner. He presumed it was to protect against home intruders but he didn't doubt that it had been used to threaten you too. He found the bedroom and got to work getting some things that he thought you might want like a hoodie that looked like yours and some personal belongings that were clearly your possessions. He was trying very hard not to accidentally grab something that was your ex's and once he had a full bag he headed out. He saw Sam leaned against the wall outside your building and Bucky immediately got worried.

"Wheres-"

"He's already booked at the precinct, I've got my guys on it and he isn't going anywhere." Sam reassured, having known what Bucky was going to ask. They began walking to the tower, not wanting to get in a car and knowing that the walk wasn't going to be too long.

"Sorry I had to call you, I know you were probably busy. I just didn't know who else to ask." Bucky stated quietly.

"You did the right thing, Buck. You probably saved that girl's life back there." Sam smiled a bit at the man next to him and Bucky felt a smile tug at his mouth too.

They both made light conversation as they made their way back to the tower. When they did, Bucky took a deep breath. He hadn't been back here since right after Steve left. He hadn't seen Pepper in a long time either. He needed to talk to her when he got inside to thank her and to see if she was okay. He knew she probably didn't want to see him very much but she had still helped you when he asked.

Back at the tower you were finally cleared from the medical wing. You were still shaky but you were masking it pretty well and you were about back to where you functioned daily where you could fake smiles if you needed to. Pepper stayed by you the whole time and you met a little girl named Morgan who was very excited to tell you stories that put you at ease. Eventually Pepper led you to a room that she said you could use to sleep and shower in for now and that you could call the AI if you needed anything at all. You asked it to tell you when Bucky got back and it said it would. You also now knew that you recognized her as Iron Man's wife but you didn't mention it, knowing she had lost her husband semi-recently. You also recognized that Sam, who you had met earlier, was the Falcon. Then came the question of who was Bucky. You knew there was a James Barnes associated with the Avengers but you'd never seen him and you knew he had a metal arm, something that you weren't sure was part of Bucky. You showered and cried again in the shower but this time out of relief. You realized that you didn't have to go home to that awful man and that you were finally safe.

The AI, you thought you'd heard Pepper call it FRIDAY, let you know that Bucky was in the building along with Sam. You dressed in the clothes that pepper had given to you, a pair of sweats and a loose T-shirt, and left your room. You carefully padded down the hallway, prepared to ask FRIDAY where you were if you got lost. Instead you saw Bucky down a hallway carrying a bag that you recognized as your own. Now that you were a bit calmed down you knew what you had to do. You got closer to each other, Bucky smiling slightly, and he stopped so that he wouldn't get close to you if you didn't want him to. Instead you continued walking toward him until you got close enough that you could wrap your arms tightly around his waist. He stood in shock before dropping the bag and wrapping one of his arms around you tightly. You reached out to the other one and felt the hardness of it. You guessed then that he must be the winter soldier that you'd heard about but you continued to wrap it around yourself so that he was hugging you all the way. You took a deep breath and smiled slightly.

"Thank you, James." You murmured and you heard his heart pick up its pace. He tightened his arms around you and sighed.

"You’re welcome, doll" he accepted the thanks with a bit of apprehension but this wasn't the time to argue about whether or not thanks were needed. "I promise I'm not going to let anything happen to you again." He stated quietly and he was reassuring himself more than you. Your arms tightened around him more and he decided that he would protect you with all he had if you would let him.

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imagines-hoarder · 4 years ago

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House Warming - Bucky Barnes

Summary: Hopping through some standout moments in making Bucky's apartment a place worth coming home to. (This definitely could have been a headcanon but I refuse to do headcanons at this time.)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 2.6 k

Warnings: fluff with a lil angst

A/N: I have finished all the assignments left for my degree and decided to sit down and write today. This is probably trash but idc because it has been written and therefore I may as well release it. It's been a while since I've written and years since I've truly tried dipping my foot into a different fandom, but I figured I'd give it ago. Please don't forget to leave comments, I love interacting with y'all. Thank you @bwbatta for the dividers! xoxox

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It all started with a damn candle. A ‘sandalwood & vanilla orchid’ candle tucked away in a reused cyan jar.

“I found it at the art market down the street last weekend,” you said as you placed it in the corner of the living room window. “You know we have to support local business.”

“And I shouldn’t assume this is your way of telling me my place smells, right?” Bucky quipped from the kitchen island, a cup of coffee in his hand and a lazy smile on his face. He’d just gotten back from a 12-day mission with Sam, and the last thing he had on his to-do list was to buy candles.

The smile grew firmer as you put yourself into his arms. “Complete opposite, actually. I bought it cause I thought it smelled just like you.” You hid your face within his chest, and he thanked the stars that you couldn’t see the warmth rising in his cheeks. His barren apartment felt a little bigger with a candle in the windowsill.

From there it became decorative pillows… and a couch to hold them. The small living room had quickly become a mess by the time you both had brought it up to his fourth-floor apartment, furniture wrap and packing peanuts strewn everywhere.

“I still don’t know why you needed to buy a sofa this big,” Bucky grumbled as he leaned over the back of the beige three-seater, looking down at your splayed out across its cushions.

“Don’t get me wrong, babe. I love the transient bachelor look you’ve got going on here, but you need more furniture than an armchair,” you mumbled between heavy breaths as you tried to regain control from maneuvering the couch into the apartment.

“And the pillows?” A laugh fell from your lips as you watched him look at the indigo cushions with a remarkable amount of disdain. Who buys pillows made just to look nice on a couch?

“They add character.”

“I didn’t think character was an area we were lacking in. Transient bachelor, remember?” He walked around the couch and shifted you over so he could lay beside you. You instinctively curled into him as you both closed your eyes. For a second the place felt like home. “I also don't know how you plan for us both to fit on this couch every day along with the pillows.”

“Don’t worry about it,” You looked up from his chest with a mischievous glint that made his heart skip. “It’s a pullout bed too. I’m sure it’ll be firm enough even for you.”

The home improvements didn’t stop there, but Bucky refused to admit how much he enjoyed them.

He liked having a place and person to come home to. After you had bought neutral bedding for his room, you’d spent an evening putting together ‘his and hers’ trestle bookcases for either side of the bed. He’d try to keep up his crabbish demeanor as you argued that ‘you needed a place to set your books for when you slept over,’ and a side table could no longer contain the small collection you had spilling over. Even still, he couldn’t find it in himself to banter much about the minor changes you made to make the place feel lived in.

And God, did he love living with you around. Between missions, his continued therapy, and trying to find his place in a world that had tripled in opportunity since his youth, he knew that he never had to question who he was and where he fit in when he walked through that door. You still occasionally slept at your own apartment when he was away, but he could always count on you being asleep in his bed by the time he came home.

One toothbrush in a glass became two, and from there, hand creams, face masks, and cotton pads cluttered the bathroom counter, packed away in their clear containers. You had made sure to keep lavender bath salts on hand for the late-night baths you took together when he woke up in a panic, unable to close his eyes again for fear of falling back into a nightmare.

It took time and working through plenty of hesitation before Bucky could progress from sleeping on the pull-out sofa to the bed, but ever since, you found your nights attended by restlessness whenever you weren’t wrapped in his arms.

Once your lease was up and you had a lengthy conversation about your inability to rest without him, you quickly filled the apartment with brown boxes. Bucky had been no less than astounded by how much you fit into them. From then on, no nook or cranny was without a vase or shelf.

“How many mugs does one house need,” Bucky asked skeptically while he continued to carefully pull them from their paper wrappings.

“Oh, come on! They’re fun!” You exclaimed, wrapping an arm around his waist as you took the Charlie Brown mug from his metal palm. “Plus, we go through enough coffee around here to justify some extra mugs.”

After you put the mug into the lowest shelf of the cabinet, you busied yourself with filing away the spices one cabinet over. No matter how much he tried, Bucky couldn’t pull his eyes away from you, lost in your own world as you chipped away at unpacking your belongings, making yours his, and vice versa. The domesticity in the little things you did was something he could get used to, and he wanted to return the feeling of normalcy as much as he could. He was far from the average boyfriend, but you remind him that could be a good thing. You never wanted to be average, but in these small moments, as you both did what normal couples do, he felt that he could create a new normal with you.

“So your Christmas gift came in already, and it’s too big to hide.” Your awkward tone carried over the phone as he exited a station ten minutes away from the apartment. Even though his neck ached and the cold nipped at the top of his ears, he couldn’t stop himself from releasing a breathy laugh.

“I thought you said you were good at this gift-giving thing, doll,” he teased you as he maneuvered his way to your shared apartment.

“Oh, don’t you fret, baby. I am the best gift-giver in all of New York City. I just slightly miscalculated how big this thing was and have realized it won’t fit into our closet.”

He tsked with a smirk on his face. “If you say so.”

“Hey, you gave me my Christmas gift a week ago.”

“Yeah, that’s because I didn’t know if I’d be back before Christmas.”

“Well, you will be, and I’m glad you are,” your voice softened lovingly as he pulled out his keys to the front of the building.

Bucky had gotten used to your love, but he’d vow to never take it for granted. All the pain he’d endured had somehow led him to you, the person who didn’t see his broken pieces as a burden or a project but as a potential to be whatever he desired.

When he hung up the call and unlocked the apartment, his brows furrowed into one; the apartment was pitch black. It was only when he heard your soft footstep walking towards the entrance that his face relaxed.

Before he could even kiss you, you had your palms firmly placed over his eyes. “No peeking; your gift is in the living room.”

The uncertainty in what you could have got him made his stomach clench. “Is it an animal?”

You slowly dragged him through the front hallway, making sure to avoid crashing into the entryway storage table. “I’m sorry to say it’s not alive.”

“Is it a nice welcome-home spread with candles, fruit, and the pullout bed all set up?”

He could feel your eyes roll to completion. “Easy there, sergeant. That’s for later.” You pulled him down to sit on the couch, and he kept his eyes closed as you pulled your palms away, moving to turn on a lamp. “Okay, Buck. open up.”

When he opened his eyes, it took him a moment to understand what he was seeing nestled against the wall; when he did recognize it, he could only form two words “Holy shit.”

“Holy shit indeed.”

He was quick to stand up and cross the room, eager to get a good look at the walnut centerpiece. “Does it work?”

You scoffed as you moved to kiss his cheek. “What kind of girlfriend would get her ancient boyfriend a broken phonograph console?”

He didn’t even attempt to answer as he bent down to wrap his arms around you, his lips eager to find yours. “A fucking Magnavox radio and phonograph,” he mumbled against your lips.

“A working Magnavox radio and phonograph, you mean.” When you pulled away and saw that his face held a glow reserved only for special occasions, you knew you had made the right choice. “I’ve got some records wrapped up if you want to open those now too.”

You yelped in surprise as he picked you up and made his way towards your bedroom. “I’ve got something else I’d like to unwrap first.”

Bucky Barnes had grown up in a period when the average family could seldom afford nice things or much of anything at all. The Great Depression has resulted in the slogan ‘Make it do or Do without,” being ingrained into what memories he still had, and 'doing without' had become commonplace for the Barnes household.

That’s why every gadget and gizmo you added to your household left him in awe. For much of his life, including the decades he spent as a weapon for Hydra, he hadn’t been allowed to call anything his own; he was still getting used to living so plentifully, both in love and in life. But now, he could barely move and he thought it had all been taken away from him.

The attack was supposed to have been contained, at least three miles away from the apartment. Anything less, and he would have made you visit your family upstate instead of just suggesting it. By the time Sam had told him that there’d been some confirmed damage within a block of the apartment, Bucky was already on his way home. He couldn’t think of anything but the worse: you trapped in a collapsing apartment building or pulling up to find no building there at all.

He felt his lungs fill with air again as he pulled up to your building, completely intact regardless of the severe damage less than a five-minute walk away. It felt like both seconds and hours between when he parked his outside and unlocked the front door.

“He doesn’t have his phone on him, mom. How am I supposed to…” you trailed off from your call as he walked into the living room, turning your head away from the Breaking News report you’d been glued to for the last hour. “Wait, I’ll call you back. Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll call you back.” Your eyes never left his as he walked over to you, hanging up the phone with worry in your eyes. “Buck, are you oka-”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he pulled you off of the couch and into his arms. His grip was less reserved than he usually kept, but he made sure not to hurt you, eager to keep you in his arms, where he knew you were safe. A single tear fell from the corner of his eyes as he realized the real possibility that he could have lost you if you lived even 5 minutes closer to the attack. You stayed like that for a while, gathered tightly in his arms as you both settled onto the floor You didn’t push him to verbalize his fear; you already understood it. And it took this occurrence for him to realize he never wanted to experience this feeling again.

Bucky was quiet for the rest of the evening, and while it worried you, his fear had been evident enough not to require questioning. The city-wide cleanup had lasted all hours of the night; for the first time in all the years you had lived in the city, the sounds of the whirring of vehicles clearing debris off the street had been too close to ignore. The sun was rising before a single word was said between you and Bucky, tangled together on the sofa as the first ray of light made itself known.

“You’ve spent so much time piecing this place together, doll.” His voice was raspy. You know he hates when you see him cry, but his pain was always evident in his voice. “And it could have been all wiped away in seconds.” You let a heavy silence settle between you as you traced a pattern into his shoulder. He couldn’t bear to say it, but you knew what he meant: You could have been gone within seconds. “I just… I don’t ever want to feel like this again.”

You’d both gone through so much to make your relationship work. Nearly normal was as close as you would ever attain to being an average couple. The distance, the days without contact, and the ever-present fear that anything could pull you away from one another was something that had taken time to work through.

You looked around the living room and saw the place you had built together. There were photos and books scattered on any flat surface, a leftover mug half-filled with cold tea, and a record left out on the phonograph. The apartment looked like what love felt like; a messy combination of everything you and Bucky. But this apartment could not contain everything that ‘home’ was; only Bucky could do that.

The words fell from your mouth before you could restrain them. “Maybe we should move.”

Your eyes found each other, and you both sat in silence, though it felt lighter, invigorated with the new proposition.

Before he even responded, you could see tension dissolve from his shoulders. “Where do you want to move?”

You hadn’t thought that far ahead, only being able to provide him with a shrug. “I don’t know… maybe upstate, maybe somewhere else.”

“Your mom would like you being Upstate.”

“My mom would love us living next door too, but I don’t see that in the cards anytime soon.” You got a ghost of a smile for that.

“We could probably afford a house if we moved out there,” he said as he moved his lips to meet your forehead.

“Buck, I’d move anywhere with you. As long as we have each other, then we have all we need to rebuild this place.”

He pressed soft kisses to the crown of your head, and you swore you felt his chest flutter. “Tomorrow, I’m gonna look for some places, bigger ones too.” He tilted your head up to find your eyes, and you were sure that all of the love you carried for each other was incredibly visible at that moment. “You have made this apartment something worth coming home to. Now let me give you a house to make a home.” Your skin tingled with adoration as you pulled him as close as possible, burying your face into his neck.

You didn’t want to let go. You wanted to lay in this room, in this bed, and in this moment until the end of time, but you knew that something bigger and better was on the horizon for you and Bucky.

“All I heard is that you’re buying me a house.” His laugh was music to your ears.

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wolferine · 3 years ago

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Heart Skips a Beat - Part 3

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha faces her worst nightmare when a rescue mission goes wrong…

Warnings: Violence, blood

Word Count: 2065

Part 2

Tags: @blkmxrvel @blackxwidowsxwife @marvelwomen-simp @phoenixofash @marvels-bitch-boy @when-wolves-howl

Despite your super soldier enhancements, it takes a few days before you’re cleared from the medical bay. The bullets you had been shot with were identified as hollow point sniper rounds—basically the biggest, baddest of the bunch. If you had been a normal human, your insides would’ve been shredded to pieces and you would’ve died before you even hit the ground.

You’re retired to light duty while you recover, which is painfully boring and dull. You attend physical therapy to strengthen your body, but sometimes you push yourself too hard and stumble back to your and Natasha’s room with blood staining through your bandages. She always chastises you for hurting yourself, but secretly admires your dedication and will never pass up the opportunity to help take care of you.

One week after the condominium collapse, you join Steve, Clint, and Natasha for a private meeting with members of the Miami Police Department and the FBI. As Steve had suspected, the collapse wasn’t an accident. Someone had deliberately taken out the concrete supports in the parking garage with explosives.

“We couldn’t have just phoned that in?” you whine from the backseat. Clint is in the driver’s seat, Steve next to him. You and Natasha sit in the back. “I mean, they drag us all the way across the city, just to tell us something they could’ve sent over text—”

“Information like that, the less people to intercept the message, the better,” Steve mutters, staring out the window as the car zooms down the highway.

“I don’t know about that,” you dismiss, and Natasha side-eyes you. She knows you’re just cranky because Steve interrupted your morning cuddle with her. There isn’t much you can do intimately when you can barely twist your torso, so you have to make due with what you can.

“You know, Y/N, you are the one this guy’s after,” Clint points out. “So, if anything, you’re the only one that needed to show up.”

“Oh, please.” You roll your eyes. “You’re just jealous you don’t have a psychopath coming after you—”

THUD.

Everyone’s head turns to the roof of the car. You swear you see the imprint of a hand dented in the metal.

“What the—”

Natasha suddenly leaps out of her seat and into your lap. She wraps her arms around your neck, yanking your head down.

“Hey!” you shout in protest, but then you hear a bullet whiz behind your head and feel the foam of the headrest cushion spray the back of your neck. Still in your lap, Natasha kicks Steve’s shoulder, causing him to hit his head against the window before a bullet zings through his headrest. Following her example, you kick Clint’s seat and he jolts forward, the bullet missing his head by inches.

“Stop the car!” Steve yells, crunching the gear shift into park.

The tires burn rubber and the car slides back and forth before coming to a grinding halt. Cars behind you honk and swerve around you. A figure goes flying off the roof of the car and lands in the road, rolling to their feet. They wear a black vest, revealing their left arm to be completely made out of metal overlapping plates. Their hair is chin-length and a mask covers the lower half of their face.

Suddenly, an 18-wheeler semi-truck, unable to stop in time, slams into the back of the car. The trunk crumples like an accordion, and you instinctively tighten your grip around Natasha to shield her in case the semi-truck tears the car in half. But it doesn’t, instead pushing your car towards the masked figure, who doesn’t even bother to step out of your path.

They jump onto the hood and punch their metal arm through the windshield, grabbing the steering wheel and tearing it right out of the car. When the masked figure disappears onto the roof, Natasha takes out her gun and starts shooting, but her efforts are fruitless.

There’s no way for Clint to control the direction of the car anymore and it’s too dangerous to stay inside with the masked figure close by.

“Hang on!” Steve says, reaching across the front to grab Clint. In the same motion, he slams his shoulder into his door, knocking it off its hinges. Both men go flying out of the car.

“That looks like a good idea,” you mumble, anchoring your arm to your own car door, the other pressing Natasha against you as tightly as you can. “Hold on, babe.” You ram your shoulder into the door with all your strength, ignoring the pain that rips through your stomach.

The door tears away from the car and turns into a makeshift sled as you go skidding down the highway. Sparks fly from the grinding contact of metal on the concrete road. When you finally come to a stop, Natasha stays on top of you, drawing her weapon and scanning for the masked figure.

Meanwhile, the masked figure has hijacked the semi-truck, but instead of plowing you over, they turn to tip the entire vehicle over so it blocks every single lane of the highway.

“Where are they?” you pant, trying to lift your head to see the commotion but Natasha forces your head back into the car door. “Nat, stop—”

“No!” she says. “They’re after you, remember?”

You don’t like the idea of her risking herself for you, but it’s a sweet gesture.

“Where are they?” you ask, unable to see.

“I…I don’t…” Natasha sounds confused. Suddenly, she takes off without warning. You don’t question it and run after her. Steve and Clint are engaged in an intense hand-to-hand match with the masked figure. The masked figure knocks Steve to the ground and wraps their metal hand around Clint’s neck, lifting him off the ground.

You put on a burst of speed, overtaking Natasha and launching yourself at the masked figure’s metal arm. They drop Clint instantly and you wrap your arms around the metal one, but it’s like trying to contain a bucking bull. You jerk your elbow back into their face to stun them, but it has no effect. The masked figure flings out their metal arm and you lose your grip.

You crash into the concrete highway dividers and the impact almost knocks you out. You feel your stitches tear open and you start bleeding underneath your shirt. As you stagger to your feet, you see the masked figure over Natasha, pinning her down and pulling their metal arm back, ready to deal the killing blow—

“No!” you scream, charging towards them. You catch the masked figure’s metal arm again, locking out their elbow and holding it against your chest. Natasha rolls out of harm’s way and Clint jumps into the action, launching himself at the masked figure’s legs and sending all three of you to the ground.

Natasha swings her leg around and kicks the masked figure in the face. The mask falls off. You and Clint struggle to hold them down as Steve walks up, blood dripping from a cut in his forehead.

“Bucky?” Steve says suddenly, stopping in his tracks.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” the man snarls.

“Help!” you choke, not sure how much longer you can hold on to his writhing metal arm. But Steve is frozen the same way Natasha had been when she saw you get shot. “You need to get in here, Steve!” you yell, and suddenly Bucky goes limp. You and Clint exchange confused glances.

“Wait, what?” Clint says.

“What happened?” you ask, hesitantly releasing the metal arm, which flops to the ground. “Why’d he just stop like that? Did I say his safe word or something?”

“What, ‘Steve?’” Clint laughs in spite of the tense situation.

“Apparently.”

Steve is in too much shock to bite back at your jibe.

“I’ll call for reinforcements.” Natasha takes charge. “We’ll bring him back to the Tower.” She comes over to you and touches your side gently, reminding you of the blood staining through your shirt.

“I’m fine,” you assure her, reaching out to run your thumb over the bruise forming under her eye. She closes her eyes and leans into your touch. “Let’s hope that Steve is, too.”

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Bucky is detained in the holding cell at the Tower and Steve goes to speak with him privately. Afterwards, he regroups with the rest of you. Clint relaxes at the kitchen counter with a beer, while you and Natasha sit on the couch together. She holds an ice pack against your stomach and frets over the fresh swelling in your shoulder.

“So, I’ve got some good and bad news,” Steve says.

“You can start by telling us who that guy is,” Clint interrupts.

Steve shifts uncomfortably. “He’s…an old friend of mine. My best friend, actually—”

“You know, that’s the same thing people thought about me and Nat at first, but obviously we’re more than that—” you start.

“Bucky was also involved in the super soldier program,” Steve continues, ignoring your comment. “But he was under HYDRA’s control for decades. They were the ones who sent him after us. And…” Steve takes a breath, “We were wrong about who his target was. He wasn’t after you, Y/N. He was after me.”

“But he shot Y/N,” Natasha says.

“Twice,” you add.

“No.” Steve shakes his head. “Bucky was trying to shoot me. Y/N was just in the way.”

“In the way?” Steve’s logic—or lack of it—makes your head hurt. But as Natasha thinks about it—she’s always been the smarter one in the relationship—it makes complete sense. Her mind flashbacks to the scene of the condominium collapse, where all four of you had gathered on the street after you rescued the last victim. Her and Steve stood across from you and Clint. The bullets had come from behind you—if you hadn’t been standing where you were, Steve would have been hit instead.

“I don’t think you would remember this part, Y/N, but when Nat and I were trying to get you in the ambulance, we were shot at two more times,” Steve explained. “But the bullets hit the sideview mirror and the windshield. Those were places I was in, not you.”

“Okay, so why’s he trying to kill you if you’re his best friend?” you ask.

“It’s all HYDRA’s doing. He told me he’s part of a task force that was created to kill off the Avengers. Specifically, the original six, so there’s six of them in the task force. He’s the only one that got out, and he said the other five are being held in a facility in Siberia. He wants our help to free them,” Steve says.

“So, this Bucky guy wants to work with us now? After he took down a 12-story condominium and almost killed Y/N while trying to kill you?” Clint asks.

“Please, Clint,” Steve begs. “Bucky’s my best friend—”

“A best friend who tried to kill Y/N! And you!” Natasha argues. She lowers the ice pack from your stomach and you frown at the loss of contact. “You know I love you, Steve—”

“Not as much as me,” you mutter under your breath, guiding her hand to put the ice pack back against your side.

“—But I’m gonna need you to do a little better than that.”

“I need you all to trust me,” Steve pleads. “If we have intel telling us that there are five super soldiers in existence, who are programmed to take down the Avengers, isn’t it on us to do something about it?”

“How do we know we can trust Bucky?” Clint asks.

“Well, if he does go rogue, at least we know his safe word,” you answer with a chuckle.

“If you trust me, you’ll trust him,” Steve promises.

You glance at Natasha, who is looking at the floor, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You stretch your arm over her shoulder, pulling her towards you and bumping your heads together.

“What should we do?” you whisper so quietly only she can hear.

Her free arm snakes around your waist, closing the gap between you and her, your bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. She rests her head against your shoulder. “Trust Steve,” she says.

“Okay.” That’s enough of an answer for you. You press a soft kiss to her temple and look back at Steve. “So, what did you have in mind?”

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AN: I love taking inspiration from many places, and the inspiration for this part is the awesome fight on the highway from Captain America: Winter Soldier. Thank you to everyone for the continued support!

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