#bucky barnes angsty fanfiction

[sparklefics]

Losing you

Bucky & avenger!reader

WC: 1,185

Summary: a near death experience puts things in perspective.

Warnings: near death experience (not detailed tho), mentions of injury and blood. Language!

I wrote a thing!! It’s been months since I’ve been inspired/ had time to write. Here’s a little angsty fluff.

Gif not mine.

[Masterlist]

Since you joined the team you’ve gotten along with everyone. Missions are successful at least 90 percent of the time.

For the last nine months you’ve been partnering up with Bucky. He’s damn good at his job and you get along just fine, at least when you’re on the field.

Off the field is an entirely different story.

It’s not so much that you don’t get along, it’s just you don’t hang out outside of work. The only time you ‘hang out’ is during training.

You wouldn’t consider him a friend— at least not like Sam is. Bucky is merely your teammate, your partner.

Normally Bucky is cool, calm and collected until the day you get hurt in the field.

“Star, come in.” Bucky speaks through the comms but is only met with silence so he tries again. “Agent Star, come in!”

Star is the code name Sam gave you when you joined his crusade as Captain America. He liked to joke around about his Stars and Stripes and the Sentinel of Liberty, respectively you, Joaquin and Bucky.

Bucky turns back to the last checkpoint and his body goes rigid as he takes in the scene before him. There you are laying on a puddle of blood—yours, he realizes.

He doesn’t take the time to over analyze what went down, all he cares about right now is getting you to safety.

—————

It’s scary to put so much on someone. To let them be your everything, he hadn’t realized that was what had happened. To him you were just his partner.

Until he almost lost you.

That’s when he realized what’s really at stake here. Not only your life, but his happiness.

—————

Three days, that’s how long it takes for you to wake up.

“Ow. That hurt.” You groan and hear Sam chuckle, when you bat your eyes open you see Bucky storming out of the room.

“That’s not funny, Star.” Sam says. “You scared us. How come you didn’t call for backup?”

“How long was I out?”

“Three days. And yes, he was here the whole time, barely got him to eat and shower.”

“Where’s Stripes?” You deflect and ask about Joaquin.

“Coffee run.” Sam stares towards the doorway and sighs. “Buck was the one that found you.”

“Hmm. I think he might be mad at me— you know for almost dying.”

“He’s entitled to that, you’re his partner after all.”

—————

Bucky never comes back to the med bay. In fact you don’t see him for weeks, until you’ve been given the all clear to go back out on the field.

You approach him silently at the gym while he’s pummeling a punching bag. Three bags already discarded after he ripped them open.

“Hey Liberty!”

“Don’t call me that. You know I fucking hate it.”

“Are you still mad at me?”

“Who said I was?” He turns around and you’re not ready for that tender look he gives you. A mixture of guilt that you almost died on his watch and something else you can’t pinpoint and it almost makes you think that he might actually care.

As scary as it was, almost dying put so much in perspective for you. First thing’s first, before you passed out on the field your very last thought was Bucky’s smile. That was strange…yes, he’s your partner but you were about to die and your last thought was of him not begging for help just one last smile of Bucky’s.

Secondly, it felt so off and hurtful seeing him walk out as soon as you woke up. You didn’t know why it hurt but the fact that it did meant that you wanted him there when you woke up. Or at least you expected him to be there, he is your partner after all.

You almost lost everything.

You almost lost him.

It’s infuriating how he managed to become something more than just your partner without you even realizing it. Though all your anger dissipates with the look he gives you. None of it matters when he’s looking at you and touching you so delicately.

Bucky traces a finger ever so delicately over the still fading bruise on your cheek bone.

You hadn’t realized he’d been standing so close to you. Or why the disheveled look he’s got going on looks so good on him. Has he ever looked better? Yes, but today he looks kinda hot and vulnerable, in a way that you just wanna comfort him, run your hands through his hair, cuddle the shit out of him.

Out of nowhere you grab his face and kiss him— on the lips!

“You can’t blame me for that. I almost died.”

You murmured against his lips. And to your surprise he doesn’t pull back, instead he deepens the kiss.

“Shut up, I'm still mad at you.” He mumbles against your lips.

“Ha!” You pull back just enough to slap a hand on his chest. “I knew it! You are mad at me!”

Bucky pulls you right back to his arms and rests his forehead on yours. “I’m just…I can’t lose anyone else. Do you understand?”

You nod.

“I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at myself. You got hurt out there, I should’ve—”

You pull back to look him in the eyes, “James Buchanan Barnes it is not your fault I got hurt. I should’ve called for backup, it’s not your responsibility to keep me safe.”

“Yes it is. You’re my partner.”

“You say that like it means something else. What are you really trying to say, Sarge?”

As if the kiss you two shared hadn’t made it clear this certainly would.

“Star, you are everything to me.”

And your anger makes an appearance again, you pull away from him. “I’m finding that a little hard to believe, cause since I woke up all you’ve done is avoid me.”

“I’m just— seeing you there in a puddle of blood it fucked me up.”

“Waking up and seeing my partner walking out on me fucked me up. You were the last thing on my mind before I passed out. I was trying to call for— I was going to call for you when I blacked out. Then I wake up and see you walk out the door and never come back.”

This isn’t how Bucky pictured this moment. It should’ve gone like in the movies. You both admit your feelings, kiss and voila: happy ending. Not you angry at him, with unshed tears in your eyes.

“I’m sorry I’m an idiot that can’t handle his own feelings. But I love you. I need you to know that. I love you.” He squeezes your hands.

“That’s the thing Bubba, I love you too. So don’t you dare walk out on me ever again.”

You pull him in for a hug and you climb on him like a koala, arms around his shoulders and legs around his torso. He tells you he loves you again and assures you that he’s not going anywhere without you. “Well then, take me to my room. You owe me three weeks worth of cuddles.”

[thestarkinternship]

Whenever, Wherever

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader: One Shot (Angst)

Summary: As Bucky's nightmares about his time as The Winter Soldier continue to plague him, there is only one person who can help him through it.

Word Count: 2.5k (No mention of Y/N)

Warnings: mention of graphic violence (we know what happened to Maria and Howard), angsty! Bucky

A/N: This is loosely inspired by the chorus of the song 'Whenever, Wherever'. I don't know, I just thought it made a good writing prompt.

Masterlist

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“Ready to comply."

James' metal hand flexed around the accelerator of the motorcycle, giving it a tight squeeze. Its shiny edges glinted under the light of the full moon. His body moulded into the supple, leather seat like it was made for him. Still his rigid body refused to relax. The powerful engine revved as the bike shuddered to life beneath him, gearing up to go. Gas gurgled out from the exhaust, cutting through the thick silence of the quiet evening.  One swift kick up on the safety bar and the bike was now fully under his strong control.  Releasing the clutch, he sped off into the distant night.

Weaving through the inner-city traffic was effortless for him, the numbered streets mapped out in his mind. Standstill cars hummed patiently for the lazy traffic lights to turn green, but James didn't have time for that. Cutting through the backstreets of Washington, he quickened his pace. A light breeze swept his mass of dark hair back, exposing the heavy mask tightly secured across the lower half of his face. Each passing block was filled with clueless individuals too wrapped up in their own business to notice the mysterious stranger.  The city was simply a colourful blur to James as he made his way towards the outskirts of town. Skyscrapers and apartment buildings faded into quiet suburban homes. Soon enough, the buzz of the city was long forgotten, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

James' mission was clear: retrieve the new variant of the serum. Leave no witnesses. The orders burned deep into the depths of The Winter Soldier's mind. He could think of little else as he continued on track towards his target.

The glow from the city lights faded until only the bike's headlights remained. Heavy trees hung overhead, closing in on James as they cast out the moonlight. His wheels crunched over the gravel of the barren, country path. Dirt spat out behind the tyres, leaving murky clouds that hovered in the air behind him. It was a foggy view for anyone who might be watching him.

He wasn’t far off now – his target had only a mere half an hour head start. His grip on the accelerator hardened, propelling him further into the night. The motorcycle's rumble grew until it was all James could hear.

And there it was. Just a few hundred yards ahead of him was the unmistakable red burn of a car's rear lights. It couldn't have been going more than 20mph.

Now was his time.

James made a sharp right turn, barrelling himself down into the woodland surroundings. He drove down the steep bank until he was concealed from the view of the main path. The tyres bounced across the rough earth, shaking him in his seat. His thighs squeezed against the warm bike, maintaining his grip. Gently steering around the thick tree trunks ahead of him, he slowly edged the bike forwards across the rugged ground against its will. He was parallel with the target now, but it wasn't enough. James' right knuckles bared white as his desperation to overtake them grew. Glancing down at the speedometer in front of him, his jaw hardened. He could do better than that.

Just a little more.

He didn't let up until he could no longer hear the target car's engine behind him and he was alone again. Veering upwards, the bike strained under James' demanding grasp. As he reached the edge of the treeline, James finally allowed the bike some refuge as he came to a halt. He slid the heavy bike to the pine needle floor with a soft thud. James paced forwards until he got to the road clearing. Concealing himself in the shrubs outlining the road, he froze in a poised crouch.

The Winter Soldier took a deep breath and cleared his mind. He listened out for the low hums of the fast-approaching car. At first, there was nothing but the leaves as they scratched against each other in the breeze. Exhaling, James closed his eyes and allowed his heightened senses to search his surroundings.

A delicate bird song. An owl crooned overhead. The scuttle of a wood mouse, burrowing deep into the ground. And then pounding gravel.

He could just about make out the constant switch between the gas pedal and squeaking brakes as the car grew nearer.  Allowing his eyes to open, he saw long shadows form behind the trees. They stretched tall in all directions, ghostly branches curling their wicked fingers that beckoned the car forwards in his direction. The dim headlights finally broke out into the clearing ahead. James counted the passing seconds as he waited for the target to finally be in his reach.

One. Two. Three.

Springing forwards, James swiped his left arm out at the closest front tyre. A putrid, burning scent filled the air as the titanium arm sliced through the soft rubber. Vibrations rooted through the metal and spread up all the way to his shoulder. Rolling it back, he straightened himself back out. Screeching pierced his ears whilst the car rolled out of control. Tyre marks dug deep into the soft dirt as it lost its grip on the road. His eyes narrowed as the bonnet wrapped its way around a nearby tree. It finally came to a halt. A warbling alarm faded into silence, too destroyed to cry out for help. The dented metal sprang free as smoke erupted into dark clouds above him. It billowed out in the wind, travelling back towards the city James had left behind long ago.

As he approached the wreckage, he finally got a clear view of the two witnesses. A man and a woman. She was slumped back in the passenger seat, sticky blood trickling down her pale face. The seatbelt had imprinted on her fair skin, leaving a deep, maroon mark. Her shoulders were slung back into the leather, struggling to lift with each faltering breath.

The man was a different story. He convulsed as he struggled in the compressed front end of the vehicle. His hands flapped at the seatbelt as it welded itself into the trapped buckle. Rocking back and forth, his feeble attempts at escape were short lived.

Tucked away on the backseat, a shiny briefcase laid unharmed. The Winter Soldier's glare darted back and forth between that and his own reflection the window. His eyes were dark pools, his pupils dilated with greed as he locked onto the prized serum. Hard grooves across his forehead dipped down into furrowed brows. Sweat silently dripped down past his mask and onto the floor.

He watched as his metal arm flexed in the window, before colliding with the reinforced glass.  Tiny shards shattered out in every possible direction. They littered the floor and turned to dust under James' heavy steps. Cracks splintered through the pieces still clinging onto the window frame. With the barrier gone, he was brought face to face with his witnesses.

Howard Stark's pleading eyes flickered between James and his dying wife. His face softened at the sight of this shadowed stranger who just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Someone had come to save them.

"Help... my wife." His deep voice choked.

The Winter Soldier stayed silent, the only noise from the witnesses’ exasperated breaths. Howard dipped his head level to the window to get a better look at his saviour.

The hope in his voice was soon replaced by dread as he finally recognised the man standing before him. "Sergeant Barnes?"

There was no more time for games. James curled his metal fingers into a tight fist. Built up rage flowing through the titanium as he brought his heavy arm down on Howard's face.

Bucky jolted up in the darkness. It engulfed him like an endless void. Robbed of his sight, Bucky had never felt as lost as he did in that second. His heart pounded with each rapid breath, fighting to get out of his bare chest. The heavy exhales filled the quiet room. Around his neck, the wartime dog tags tinkered against each other, leaving a ringing in his ears. The chain rubbed against the back of his neck. The metal links melted into his skin with his body heat, and small beads of sweat slid down the cool metal before dropping onto the surface around him. He grasped out in the darkness, feeling nothing but fistfuls of clammy bedsheets. The cotton material swaddling his body reminded him of where he truly was. He was at home. He was safe. The nightmare was over, but disturbing images still lingered in the stiff, summer air of the hot bedroom. 

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Bucky began to make out shadowed shapes in the room surrounding him. He spared a glance at your sleeping body next to him. Wrapped up in the soft sheets, you looked so peaceful letting out faint snores as you slept blissfully unaware of Bucky's late-night turmoil. Leaning down, he planted a soft kiss on your head. Murmuring softly, you rolled over but thankfully didn't stir.

Gripping the mattress with shaky hands, he planted unstable legs on the wooden floor. Bucky inched himself off of the bed as not to disturb you. Pacing across the room to the window, he carefully wedged it open. Bucky clutched onto the window ledge, his fingertips tracing over the soft grooves in the woodwork. He focused on the patterns whilst his harsh breaths struggled to return to their normal rhythm.  A midnight breeze blew into the room, tickling along his hardened jawline until his red face cooled. The streetlamps flooded the bedroom. Distant sirens and soft chatter drifted in from the busy Brooklyn streets down below, bringing Bucky completely back to reality as relief washed over him.  

"Bucky? Are you awake?" Your tiny voice whispered out of nowhere.

He rocked on his heels to face you. Your delicate features were lit up by a sliver of moonlight that streamed in from the open blinds. Even in the low lighting, Bucky could see how your sleepy expression distorted into one of concern from the moment he turned around.

"I'm fine. I was just a little warm. I wanted some fresh air." He sighed.

Bucky steadied his agitated body. The floorboards creaked under the heavy weight of his body and mind as he made his way back towards your bed. He clambered under the sheets, sliding his body next to yours

"Are you okay? You feel flushed," worry settled in your voice as you pressed a small hand against his chest, "your heart's beating like crazy."

Bucky let out a sigh.

"You had another nightmare." You stated, rather than questioning.

"He was back. The Winter Soldier. I was him again." He whispered.

You turned until you were face to face. Reaching out in the darkness, you pulled him in close until his face was buried in the crook of your shoulder. Bucky's arms fell limp in your lap as he just allowed you to hold him.

Your round eyes drooped with sympathy. "You know you don't have to keep anything from me. I'm always going to be here for you, Buck."

Salty tears collected in his tired eyes before silently glided down his face. His body went rigid in an attempt to mask his feelings. Bucky pressed his face harder into your mass of tangles, breathing in the light scent of shampoo. His shoulders jerked with every fallen tear. He always hated it when you saw him like this.

Sitting up in the bed, you cradled Bucky's contorted face in your palms. His bottom lip quivered as he was unable to supress his upset any longer. The tears broke out into continuous stream down his face. You wiped a thumb across the bags under his eyes that had accumulated from too many similar sleepless nights, sweeping away his tears.

"Oh, Bucky," you crooned, wrapping your arms around his shaking body, "talk to me about it."

"It was the night I killed Tony's parents." His voice cracked, muffling against your shoulder.

"What happened?"

"I was trying to get the Super Soldier serum. I was back on my old motorcycle, tracking them down. God, it felt so real. I could feel Howard's skull beneath my hand. It broke under my fist. His head cracked open and there was so much blood. I couldn't get it off of me. It was trapped in the hollows of vibranium in my arm. I swear, I could feel it seeping into my body. I still can." Bucky cried.

Tongue clicking, your kind heart broke for him. Rubbing a hand up and down his back, you allowed him to weep until there were no more tears left for him to cry. Bucky's sobs eventually faded into muffled sniffles.

"That wasn't you," you reassured, "you're not that person anymore."

"I can't escape him. The Winter Soldier - he's always going to be there." Bucky exasperated.

"He took up a big part of your life," you murmured softly, "he won't disappear from you straight away, you know that right? I can't pretend to understand what you went through in those times, but I'm always going to do my best. I'm always here to listen and support you as much as I possibly can."

Bucky's face fell and he confided in his love. "I'm sorry if it seems like I'm pushing you away. You shouldn't have to do this for me, and it makes me feel guilty."

Gently, you tilted his chin up to look into his scared eyes. "Do you remember those vows we made two years ago?"

"For better or for worse." He recalled. Like he could ever forget the happiest day of his life.

"Exactly. For better or for worse. That includes your past as The Winter Soldier. No matter how long ago it happened, these feelings are bound to surface, and we've just got to work through them when they do. It'll take time, but what's time to a 107-year-old super soldier?"

Bucky's dry lips curled up into a small smile for the first time since he'd awoken. You always knew exactly what to say to cheer him up, even in the worst of times.

“I love you." He breathed.

"I love you too," you leant back into the mattress on your side, opening your arms to him, "now, come here."

Bucky obliged, pulling the warm duvet around you both. You hooked an arm under his neck, draping the other over his side in a tight embrace. Your fingertips traced the raised lettering of his silver dog tags whilst you spooned his worn-out body. Running your other hand through the soft peaks of his hair, you uncombed the knots that had gathered with his constant tossing and turning. Bucky lulled in the comfort of your soothing movements, finding peace with the gentle motion. His breathing slowed as he finally succumbed to sleep. This time was much more pleasant than the last. You lazily peppered small kisses along the back of his shoulder and neck, until your lips hovered around his ear.

"Everything's going to be okay. You're going to be okay." You whispered.

"Whenever?" He mumbled.

"Wherever. We're meant to be together." You affirmed. "I'll be there."

"You'll be near?" Bucky begged.

"That's our deal, my dear."

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Blooms of Spring

Hi I guess I am back from the dead, maybe? Like a reannimated corpse. Gif tagged from my BESTIE @flordeamatista

No beta, I am a giant chicken and if I dont post this now it wont happen. TW: mentions of blood, death, angsty, some heart break. you know me, gotta make you sad, no happy endings here.

~800 words.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

The night ended with the slamming of a door, blood soaking the floor. A ring and a question unasked. 

You felt your heart break as you walked away from the love of your life. The rain soaking your dress- one of many gifts from him. Seeing that side of him had shocked you. The man behind the mask: The Winter Soldier. 

Your love story had started out like any other, a cup of coffee spilled in a lap. The instant sparkle in his eye as he helped save your tablet and papers from their caffeinated death. A whirlwind of emotions that lead to tonight. The simple things, flowers at your desk, your very own office in his massive home, his men delivering packages and meals even if he was away. 

The months you had spent with him flew past, making you breathless. Knowing this was the man you wanted to marry made it easier to reconcile with the job he had. After all, running the largest crime syndicate on the East Coast allowed you both a lot of liberties, parties and meals and most of all, time. Yes, he was busy but he was never too busy for you. Until tonight. 

You worked in your office in his home, wanting to finish this final project before you left on vacation the next day, after the party tonight. Lounging in your sundress before getting ready. Hearing the preparations happening downstairs had you chomping at the bit to get ready, but waiting for the team he always had came in to pamper you before an event. 

You grab your water from the desk along with your phone and your design tablet to go to the couch, curling under the soft fabric of the newest blanket you had found at the store earlier in the week. Glass shatters around your desk, stunning you, turning your body to stone. A figure in a dark tactical suit pulls you into their arms, shoving your phone into your hand. “Call him” the voice says, “Calmly or I will put a bullet in your spine.”  Pushing something cold and heavy into your back. 

With shaky hands you push his name on the screen, looking at the picture of the two of you laughing on the Ferris wheel, putting it on speaker. “Blossom, I am a little busy right now, I will call you in a minute.” The click of the line resonates in your heart. A nail in the coffin. 

The promises Bucky made all going down the drain, that he would always be there for you. The promise that he would never ignore you. Gone. Just like you were about to be. 

The hours pass in slow motion, the waiting, the blood dripping down your arm, the puddle slowly getting bigger, one drop at a time. The thunder making you jump with every pass, the lightning illuminating the knife in the man in black hands.  Waiting for Bucky to appear, the taunting of the man you’ve come to know as Rumlow, slowly making you crazier. Promises of the pain and torment to come. The regrets of all the silly demands on Bucky’s time that you have ever made, trips to the store, and the time he killed the spider in your apartment. The one time you TRULY need him, breaking your heart and your trust. 

A flash and bang throws you to the floor, your knees taking the brunt of the fall. Smoke filling the room, Bucky grabbing Rumlow, the two fighting for dominance, Bucky coming out on top, and the blank stare in his eyes as he looks past you. On the floor, sobbing, and the box falls to the ground in front of you. He steps over you, leaving the sound of your heart breaking, you screaming his name, all being drowned by the intensity of the storm raging outside. 

Steve pulls you off the floor, leading you to the other room, and bandaging the cut on your bicep. Going to the bedroom you find your bag, the planned vacation long gone, picking up the ring box from the ground you open it, throwing it into the blood on the floor. 

You slam the door to the massive home, just a suitcase and a bandage soaked in blood, ears ringing, and questions without answers. The blooms along the driveway are being pelted by the storm, ruining the blossoms of spring, how apt.

[ohbuckysmetalarm]

Official Masterlist

This blog is 18+ only and warnings are listed above each story. Proceed with discretion. Thanks! 😘

Key:

FLUFF: 🧸 Smut: 🔥 Angst: 💔

BUCKY BARNES:

One shots-

Switching Positions (Switch!Bucky x Switch!Reader) 🔥🧸

Summary: You can’t help your need to control every so often…

I Still Hate You 🔥

Summary: Eight hours in a cramped car, two people who hate each other, and one friend absolutely over their crap. Luckily, Bucky knows how to get rid of your bratty attitude.

Within These Walls (Roommate!Bucky x reader) 🔥

Summary: Bucky hears you every night… he’s had enough

Let Me Spell it Out for You- (Coming Soon.) 🔥🧸

Beg for Me- (Coming Soon.) 🔥

In My Head- (Coming Soon.) 💔

Comfort- (Coming Soon.) 💔🧸

Series-

Champagne and Sunshine:

Part 1 🔥

Part 2 🔥

Part 3 🔥

Never be You- (Coming Soon.) 🧸🔥💔

Headcanons/Asks-

Random Headcanons (SFW) 🧸🧸🧸

SEBASTIAN STAN:

One Shots-

Jealousy, Jealousy- (Coming Soon.) 🔥

One and Only- (Coming Soon.) 🧸🧸🧸

MAX BURNETT:

One Shots-

Tell Me You’re Mine- (Coming Soon.) 🔥🧸

Series-

The Con- (Coming Soon.) 💔🧸🔥

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The First Avenger || An MCU Series

Chapter 1: The Future

STEVE ROGERS x OC

Summary: Steve and Eden Rogers and Kaz and Bucky Barnes have all been practically inseparable since they were born. When it comes time for Bucky and his sister Kaz to be deployed, Steve and Eden try to find their own way to help the warfare. A few months after they arrive at their base camp, HYDRA launches a surprise attack on the 107th infantry. The infantry Kaz and Bucky are in. Steve must rescue his two closest friends with his sister at his side. But what are the lasting effects of the HYDRA attack, and will their life ever go back to normal after it?

Warnings: mentions of traumatic events, bad writing, strong language, lmk if there's others I should put.

Characters: Kaz Barnes (OC), Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Eden Rogers (OC), Peggy Carter, Johann Schmidt, Howard Stark

A/N: This is based off my desired reality so it mostly revolves around me but lolll enjoy anyways.

It was June 13, 1942. A soft breeze ruffled the leaves on every tree and bush. Around every corner was the quiet murmur of voices, talking about family and friends, summer activities, and more non-important matters. And the smell of funnel cake wafted through the air, making everyone's mouth water with lust for the sweet treat.

"Do you know when they said they'd get here?" Eden asked.

"Not really. Bucky just told me to meet him here," Steve said. The two siblings peered through the crowd, trying to find the pair that had invited them. Without warning, Eden let out a squeal, making a beeline for the boy and girl that had appeared in her eyeline. She embraced them, one by one, while Steve ran to catch up.

"Hey Bucky," Eden said. She tousled his already messy hair, making him scowl playfully. Bucky was tall and muscular with the kind of face that made you feel safe. When he smiled, his eyes lit up the room, bringing joy everywhere he went. Bucky was neither selfish nor conceited; he cared so much for so many people. That's what drew Eden to Bucky so much. He never had any hesitation to do what he thought was right.

Kaz, on the other hand, was short and slightly chubby. She didn't look too much like her brother; their eyes were different colors and they had very different builds. But her smile was the same. She was the kind of person that could make someone feel like the most important person in the world. Eden and Kaz had been friends for as long as they could remember; they went to school together, played on the playground together, laughed together, and cried together.

"Hi!" Kaz squealed when Eden hugged her tightly.

"I can't believe you're leaving tomorrow! I mean, it feels like you just got the letter yesterday," Eden said.

Kaz shrugged, "We practically did. It was only, what?" Kaz looked to Bucky for help. "Last week?"

Bucky chuckled, "Not even. I think it was Thursday." Kaz and Bucky did everything together, they were practically inseparable. So it only made sense that they were going to war together. Bucky had been drafted; he had no choice. Kaz had a different story. When she had graduated high school, she applied for the nursing program at Brooklyn College, and the students had the opportunity to volunteer to help the warfare. So she did. It was only a coincidence that they were both in the 107th infantry.

"Steve, don't look so down," Bucky said, drawing everyone's attention to the sulking boy. "You're about to be the last eligible man in New York. You know there are three and a half million women here?"

"Well, Steve will settle for just one," Eden said.

"Good thing I've already taken care of that," Bucky said, nodding his head in the opposite direction. Steve and Eden turned to find two giggling girls, skipping over to Bucky.

"He did not-" Eden rolled her eyes and turned to Kaz. Kaz simply shrugged. She wasn't the most talkative person. In fact, next to Steve, she was the quietest in the group. The girls whom Bucky invited, though, were quite the opposite.

"Hi, Bucky!" One of them squealed, stomping her silly little feet and waving her silly little hands around. The other just ran up to him and wrapped her arms around his torso like a child who missed their mother.

Eden turned to Kaz and fake gagged, eliciting a sharp "shh" from her friend.

"C'mon ladies, let's go watch the show!" Bucky said, his eyes shining. Kaz nodded and took Eden's hand, beckoning for Steve to follow at the same time.

"Oh my God! There he is!" One girl shrieked, taking off towards the stage. It caught a few people's attention, causing them to look in the direction of the stage.

"Ladies, you know how hard it can be putting on makeup in a car that's bouncing like a kangaroo on a trampoline." Howard Stark said, waving to the crowd with a cocky smile plastered on his face.

"He's cute," Eden whispered to Kaz. Kaz smiled to herself and nodded, reassuring her friend. Eden stared back at the man on the stage. For a moment, it seemed like he was looking directly at her, but she couldn't tell for sure.

"What if I told you that in just a few short years, your automobile won't have to touch the ground at all?" Howard smiled even wider, turning back to the car that was on stage. It was a cherry red, Volkswagen beetle, with white wheels. The ladies on stage looked as if they were struggling with taking off the wheels, but they still pushed through. Eden held her breath as the car started levitating a few feet off the ground.

"With Stark Gravitic Reversion Technology (patent pending), you'll be able to do just that-" With a pop and a spark, the car came crashing back down to the ground, making the audience, and Stark, gasp. "I did say a few years, didn't I?" Eden chuckled along with the crowd.

"Hey, you tell Steve and Bucky I'm going to meet up with someone. I'll be back in a bit." Eden whispered to Kaz, her eyes never breaking with Howards.

"What are you-" Kaz said, but Eden was already gone. She made a direct line for the stage, not stopping when countless men and women bumped into her.

"I was wondering if you would come up here. A beautiful woman like you should be on stage, not in the crowd" Howard said, extending his hand for Eden. She used it to help her up onto the stage. She looked back into the crowd one more time. Kaz was looking from Bucky to Steve, who was walking away from the stage. It seems as though she got through the internal battle, as she whispered something to Bucky, then took after Steve. But Bucky didn't seem to hear her. He stood, jaw gaped at the stage. Or more specifically, at Eden. And this is exactly what she wanted.

Eden always had a crush on Bucky. Since they were kids, she would give him flowers and rocks she found on the ground. He never thought anything of it, not until high school anyways. She asked him out on Sadie Hawkins's day, not realizing that he was dating Tina Bradly, the most popular senior at the school. Terrifyingly embarrassed, Eden realized that would be the last time she actively pursued him. But the feelings didn't go away. Anything she could do to get a reaction out of him was good enough for her.

"What do you say we get out of here? Go somewhere a little more...private?" Eden asked Howard, making him smirk.

"I was thinking the exact same thing," Howard said. Before he could walk off though, Eden pulled him in by the hand. She took his face in her palms and brought it down to her level. She kissed him softly, making everyone who was still in the crowd erupted into cheers. Everyone except one boy, whose jaw was still dropped in shock.

"Kaz!" Eden said, tapping her best friend on the shoulder.

"What? No-" Kaz cut herself off as she took in the state of Eden. Her black hair was messy and she had tear lines streaming down her face. It was not a question as to what Eden had just been doing. "With Howard?" She chuckled. Eden nodded. Kaz rolled her eyes.

[chkemo]

Would It Hurt So Bad if I Let You?

Reposting!!! Boosting my own writing because if I don't who will!!!!!!!!

Would It Hurt So Bad if I Let You? (12397 words) by nakala Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, natasha Romanov(mentioned), Joaquin Torres(Mentioned) Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Captain America Sam Wilson, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Protective Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson Needs a Hug, Sam Wilson-centric, For the purposes of this story Nat still lives Summary: Sam's hurting, but he's too stubborn to let anyone in. Bucky's determined to be there when he finally does.

[musette22]

Realising once again that I am really not an angst or a whump person, I can't deal with my babies suffering at ALL 😭 Obviously canon Stucky has some serious angst built in already, and can do some amount of hurt-comfort because the hurt makes the comfort all the sweeter, but actual flat-out suffering is just really not my thing. These days I just tend to skip over the bits that are too angsty (and by that I mean like torture or abuse or suicidal thoughts etc.) to get to where they finally get to be happy like they deserve 🥺 I know angst and whump are huge in this fandom for obvious reasons (and I genuinely am not judging anyone for enjoying it at all, I'm just a wimp 😅) but I can't be the only one who can't do it, right? Or maybe I am, come to think of it 😂

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[needmorereading]

Everything was super sweet and cuddly and then that ending?! 😱

I don't know who would be so crazy to mess with Bucky's girl but I'm here like:

For the dialogue prompts, how about our Bucky with 17. "I can't lose you, baby. I've already lost too much." ? Please and thanks wonderful Miss Navy!!!

Some Days

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky gets scared some days that he'll lose you.

Word Count: Over 500

Warnings: Mild sexual content, slight angst, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: An overprotective prompt ficlet that could turn into more. Nat, I hope you like it ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky took you right to bed when he came home safely from his recent mission. Some days he needed to forget the weight of the unfair burdens he carried. As many times as he was unwillingly wiped, he would forever remember the horrors. The nightmares served as a reminder. He didn’t want to let them consume him.

He would drown in sorrow if he did.

“One more, baby,” he ordered gruffly, thrusting deep and helping you ride out your orgasm. “Give me one more.”

Some days forgetting meant taking you until he had his fill. He still had your hand above your head, your fingers laced together as he stretched his body over yours. He pulled another orgasm from you before he filled you to the brim. Pinned beneath him, you remembered that you belonged to him. And he’d never forget that he had someone worth fighting for.

Someone worth protecting.

“Talk to me,” you urged, focusing on him through the fog of pleasure.

“I get scared some days,” he whispered, still buried inside you.

“You? Scared?” You asked, touching his cheek. Like always, he leaned into your hand. Where one of you went, the other followed. “I find that hard to believe.”

“It's true. Because some days I wake up and I worry when you're not there beside me,” he said, his voice as gentle as his kisses. “I can't breathe properly until I see your face or hear your voice.”

The wonderful ache between your thighs was a contrast to the one in your heart at his stormy gaze. Ghosts haunted the man you loved, but you would find ways to chase them away. “I don’t want you to worry. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere.”

“My job is dangerous and I’m not always here,” he reminded you. There was always the chance that he’d never come home to you. But wasn’t life in general unpredictable? “I have enemies.”

“I know. And I know how to protect myself. You taught me, remember?” You pointed out. He made sure you knew how to fight. “And I'm still not going anywhere, Bucky.”

You gasped when he shifted his hips, his weight settling over you. “I can't lose you, baby,” he said, his eyes so intense that you nearly shrank under his gaze. But you weren’t afraid of how much he loved you because you loved him just as strongly. “I've already lost too much.”

Bucky Barnes lost almost everything. Time. Family. Autonomy. It wasn’t fair. He didn’t deserve it.

He deserved love and you’d be there to give it to him.

“You won’t lose me,” you whispered.

He sighed, your words like a balm to an invisible wound. “Still love me?”

“Always,” you promised, pulling him down for a tender kiss.

Bucky was home and you would wake up beside him in the morning, but life was unpredictable. Someone would try to take you away soon. Someone with a grudge against the man who captured your heart.

And that someone would soon discover that messing with Bucky’s girl was a death wish.

Who do we think is dumb enough to go after Bucky's girl? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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❀ PLAYLIST ❀

the best mistake by @peachykeenpeter

Rating: M

Tags: angsty, insecurities, past trauma referenced, happy ending

Summary: A playlist telling the story of a turbulent relationship between Tony and Bucky, working through insecurities and fights. They first thought of each other as a drunken mistake, but that would be proven wrong. If it was a mistake at first, it was the best mistake either of them could have made. Out of mistakes, a beautiful relationship flourished.

❀ FANFICTION ❀

Hunger by scottxlogan

@scottxlogan

Rating: E

Tags: Clubbing, Sexual Content, Smoking, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Alcoholic Tony Stark, Blow Jobs, Swearing, Adult Content, Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers Friendship

Summary: Driven by a hunger for something more than the mundane, Bucky heads out to an old familiar club in the city where he's met by new surprises. After his latest time in rehab Tony's making the most of his night on the town looking for something to fuel his fire. When Tony spots a familiar face at the club, it appears that he's found just what he needed in the promise of a night neither he nor Bucky will ever forget.

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Turning Point (Chapters 1-3) by scottxlogan

@scottxlogan

Rating: M

Tags: Therapy, Sexual Content, Secret Relationship, Forbidden Love, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - College/University, Heavy Angst, Violence, Tony Stark Has Panic Attacks, Past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Alcohol, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Not Peggy Carter Friendly, Bad Parent Howard Stark, Two timelines, Mind Control

Summary: In the past Bucky wakes up in a strange place uncertain of where he's been and what he's doing there. When he learns the horrible truth of his actions, will it be the key to tearing his relationship with Tony apart forever? In the present Steve makes yet another appeal to win Tony's heart, but Tony's love for Bucky guides him to where he wants to be as the two come together in a tender moment. Will it prove to be happily ever after or the start to disaster within the team?

❀ FANFICTION & FANART ❀

First Holiday Together AO3 | Tumblr by scottxlogan

@scottxlogan

Rating: G

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Christmas Fluff, Family Fluff, Art, Fic and Art, Parent Tony Stark, Parent Bucky Barnes, Family Feels, Alternate Universe - Domestic

Summary: Tony wakes up to reflect on the blessings in his life in sharing his first holiday with his family.

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He is Way To Pretty to be Real by Pandagirl23

Rating: T

Tags: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Tony StarkJames "Bucky" Barnes, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tony Stark might be Iron Man, Meet-Ugly, Online Dating, paranoid bucky barnes, Paranoid Tony Stark, Tony Stark hates Reporters, Tony Stark Has A Heart,First Meetings, Human Disaster Bucky Barnes, Human Disaster Tony Stark, Shy Tony Stark, Tony Stark Being a Little Shit, mentioned eddie brock - Freeform, Mentioned Venom Symbiote (Marvel), Mentioned Steve Rogers, Mentioned Clint Barton, Mentioned Pepper Potts, Alpine the Cat, Catfishing, Not Really Catfishing

Summary: Bucky swiping, thinking he was getting cat fished once he matches with Tony Stark, the billionaire and CEO.

❀ MOODBOARD ❀

Royal Love by @peachykeenpeter

Rating: G

Tags: Royalty AU

Summary: Newly crowned King Anthony Stark fancies the head of his royal guards, Sir James Buchanan Barnes. They have secret dinners together within his private chambers and swap love notes when possible, keeping their love a treasured secret.

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[loveroffictionalmen]

The First Avenger || An MCU Series

Chapter 3: Camp

STEVE ROGERS x OC

Summary: Steve and Eden Rogers and Kaz and Bucky Barnes have all been practically inseparable since they were born. When it comes time for Bucky and his sister Kaz to be deployed, Steve and Eden try to find their own way to help the warfare. A few months after they arrive at their base camp, HYDRA launches a surprise attack on the 107th infantry. The infantry Kaz and Bucky are in. Steve must rescue his two closest friends with his sister at his side. But what are the lasting effects of the HYDRA attack, and will their life ever go back to normal after it?

Warnings: mentions of traumatic events, bad writing, strong language, lmk if there's others I should put.

Characters: Kaz Barnes (OC), Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Eden Rogers (OC), Peggy Carter, Johann Schmidt, Howard Stark

A/N: This is based off my desired reality so it mostly revolves around me but lolll enjoy anyways.

Parts: Chapter 1: The Future // Chapter 2: The Barnes Residence

"I can't believe this is goodbye," Kaz said with tears in her eyes.

"Oh shut up, it's not goodbye forever," Eden said, her own eyes sparkling.

"It might be..."

"Don't think like that," Eden smiled. "You'll make it. And you'll find me here waiting for you when you get back." Kaz just nodded. She nearly tackled Eden in a hug, squeezing her tighter than she ever had before.

"Let me say goodbye to Steve." Eden turned to the other Barnes sibling. His lips were pursed as though he was trying to keep tears back himself.

"Well I-" Eden started. Bucky didn't wait for her to finish. He scooped her up in a hug, burying his face in the crook of her neck. She heard him take a shaky breath, and though she was shocked at first, she hugged him back. She hugged him like she would never hug him again. Because quite frankly, she might not.

"I'm gonna miss you Rogers." Bucky whispered into her shoulder.

"I'll miss you too, Barnes," Eden said, ignoring the now fully formed tears that threatened to fall. A soldier yelled a command that Eden didn't know, but both the Barnes siblings froze when it was called. Eden saw Kaz's eyes widen. She looked to Steve and he whispered something to her that seemed to calm her down a little. Bucky cleared his throat and adjusted his hat. He took a shaky breath and nodded to Eden, then to Steve.

"See you later, alligator" He said, chuckling a little at himself.

"In a while, crocodile," Eden said back, giving him one last look. The Rogers' watched as the Barnes' fell into line with their assigned groups. Eden wanted to go with them, or even better, have them stay back with her. But she knew better.

"There they go," Steve said after a while. Eden stayed silent. "Hey, uh, I may have found a way to get recruited." Steve mumbled; part of him wasn't even sure he wanted Eden to hear him.

"What? How?" Eden said, turning to her brother.

"Well, I sorta, applied at the fair, and the doctor said he would put me in a special troupe."

"I'm coming with you." Eden said, not even thinking about what she was saying. Steve's eyebrows furrowed.

"Eden you know girls can't-"

"I don't care." Eden said. She wasn't about to lose another person to the war while she just sat at home. "I'll find a way."

The bus seemed to fill with dread in an instant. Kaz stared out the window, unsure of what to think. They were really doing this. Being shipped off like cattle to a slaughterhouse. Kaz had no idea how she ended up here. How she ended up as a 19 year old being shipped out to a war she had no business being in. But there was no turning back now.

No one spoke a word. Every single one of them were just as scared, if not more scared, as Kaz and Bucky. There was no telling what could happen. They were silent as the bus came to a stop on the side of the road. The doors opened and before they were even fully open, one of the officers was yelling at them to get out.

"Alright men! You better listen up and listen good! We're going to get you all checked in. Line up single file. Do not attempt to run or you will be shot." Kaz's stomach dropped when she heard that. She wasn't planning on running, but the thought of making a wrong move resulting in being shot was enough to scare her to listen to everything her superiors said. Not a single man said a word or even breathed too loudly. They all just stood there, slowly shuffling to the line to go up and get their names checked.

" Step up! Let's go one at a time. Names!" The officer said. A man at the front of the line said his name and the officer started looking through his paperwork.

"Medical nurses, please follow me this way!" Everyone looked to one another, trying to get an idea for who it was. Kaz's heart dropped when she realized that, based on everyone's position, they were talking to her.

The tent was big, and surprisingly neat. Each bed was lined up perfectly, with the crisp linens pulled so tight you couldn't have slipped a pinky between the sheets and the mattress. The smell of antiseptic and iodine wafted around, nearly burning Kaz's nostrils. There was one lone table sitting in the middle of the room. A young man sat at the table, filling out forms.

"Name," The man said, not bothering to look up.

"Kaz Barnes." The man skimmed the list.

"Kaz Barnes," He repeated. "You'll be on the frontlines. You're in bed 5, you can leave your stuff there."

Frontlines. Kaz felt the blood drain from her face and the air leave her lungs. Frontlines. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She was going to be on the frontlines of the bloody war that was killing people by the thousands.

Kaz's hands shook as she reached for her stuff. She set the two bags down on the foot of the bed, trying to catch her breath.

Once she was settled, and had her uniform on, a bell rang. She looked around. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, no threat of an attack seemed imminent. The young man at the table looked at her for a moment.

"That's the dinner bell," He said. Kaz nodded. She stood but didn't move for a moment.

"Sorry where do I go?" She asked, feeling morbidly embarrassed.

"Second tent on the left, it's pretty big, you can't miss it." She nodded again, giving him a small smile. "I expect you to be back here at 6:30 sharp."

Kaz tried to control her nerves as she left the tent. All those stories she had heard of the frontlines, of what was really going on during this awful war, came flooding back to her. Her head was spinning as she looked around at the hundreds of tents, a majority of them looking exactly like the one she had come from.

Following the man's directions, she walked into the second tent on the left. Sure enough, the place was packed with more than hundreds of soldiers sitting on the ground and at tables, eating their rations.

She wasn't necessarily hungry, especially after what the man had told her about her position. Still, she took a small tray with an odd colored sandwich on it that looked expired and a bottle of milk. Her eyes scanned the floor, surely Bucky was there somewhere.

He was just sitting in the very back corner, by himself, as he silently ate his meal. He didn't look when Kaz came up.

"Hey," She said, in a flat tone.

"Hey," Bucky said, giving a glance in her direction.

"Did you get your position?" She asked.

"Frontlines. You?"

"Me too," she said, feeling mixed about her brother being on the frontlines too. Bucky just nodded numbly. He was trying to keep a straight face, but honestly, he was scared to death. Bucky was a pretty good fighter, but no one could be prepared for what they were about to see. "Hey at least if we get blown up we get blown up together." Kaz tried to joke but failed miserably as the siblings realized that was a very real possibility.

Bucky chuckled anyway. Dark humor had always been a coping mechanism in their family, and it was working again now.

"At least they didn't separate us." Bucky said back. He looked down at the bland meal in front of him and suddenly lost his appetite.

"Do you want my sandwich? 'M not hungry," Bucky said, pushing his tray away from him.

"I was about to ask you the same thing. This looks awful," Kaz stifled a laugh.

"At least it's actual food. I was expecting just a piece of moldy bread," He said. He looked out around the room of soldiers, taking in the fact that most of them were just sitting there talking about what their assignment was going to be. Others sat, completely silent with solemn expressions on their faces. "Do they actually want us to go to war? I don't think I'm going to survive on a diet like this." He joked again.

"Right?" Kaz smiled. "What time is it?"

"6:20, why?" Bucky asked.

"I have to be back at 6:30 sharp apparently." she said. Bucky scoffed.

"Of course they would expect you to be on time. You're one of the only damnnurses here." Kaz nodded. He was right. In fact in the entire time she'd been at the camp, she hadn't seen one other nurse. Other than the young man who checked her in. It was odd that they would be assigning a 19 year old girl to go to the frontlines as a nurse. But then again, Bucky was a 23 year old kid who was being forced to go fight a war. Nothing could be done.

"You better get going then." Bucky said. Kaz nodded, glancing at her brother.

"Yeah," She said, standing up. "You sure you don't want my sandwich?"

"Yeah I think I'll pass this time," Bucky scrunched his face. "See you later kid."

"See ya," Kaz said. "Be smart out there. I expect you to come back to me in one piece, ok?"

[carmineroleplays]

Looking for RP Partner

Hello all! I am Carmine, a 22-year-old who has been roleplaying for around 9 years. While I am not new to roleplay, I am new to trying to roleplay on Tumblr.

I only do MxF roleplays, with myself being the female character. That being said, I do not mind what your gender is in real life as long as the character you write as for our story is male.

I consider myself literate, I write anywhere between 3-8 paragraphs, all in third person. I typically match my partner's length. I am pretty good about responding daily, at the very least once a day, though the longer the response means a longer response time.

I enjoy most genres but I do have my favorites. Fantasy, medieval, apocalyptic, drama, and occasionally action.

I am open to very specific fandom roleplays. I love The Hobbit movies and am willing to roleplay within that universe. I am also willing to roleplay within the MCU, though recently I have been hyperfixated on a angst filled adversaries to lovers storyline with my OC x Bucky Barnes. Another fandom I enjoy is Baldur's Gate 3, preferably my OC x Gale, Astarion, or Halsin. I have finished a normal Tav playthrough and am currently about to enter the second act of my redemption Durge playthrough.

(Aside from roleplay, I am also always looking for angsty fanfiction recommendations for those three fandoms.)

[natashassandwich]

I want to throw pierce off vormir istg.

You’re Mine, Sunshine ❝part twelve❞

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Reality is hitting you as you, Bucky, Steve and his men all venture off to a secret safe house only Steve knows about. The events from the last couple of days are starting to hit you with a sickening force, leaving you weak and crippled.

♡ Warnings: language, angst, fluff, mentions of anxiety and panic attacks, sickness, paranoia, death threats, murderous thoughts, stalking, sam and bucky being absolutely my favs

series masterlist

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Bodyguard!Au Mob!Au

It was almost taunting the way your fingertips thumped, the last skim of your fingers across the book spines in your library. You tried to think of this being bittersweet, but could only find the bitterness of the situation. You were being ripped from your home, because of your Father. You were being forced to flee your house because of his sick and twisted mind, somewhere in his head he thought he was doing right by going after you. You couldn't even stomach the thought for too long, the mere mention of your Father's hatred towards enough to send you into a spiral.

The outside world passed by through your unfocused gaze. The buildings lessening and the trees getting denser. You weren't for sure where you were headed, but as long as Bucky was the one guiding you there— you didn't care.

"Hey." Bucky's voice brought you back to reality.

The dark and suffocating thoughts floating away as his smooth voice broke through the haze. You took more time than usual, taking in his expression briefly before responding.

"Hi James." You whispered, scooting closer to his side, tightening your hold on his hand.

His face dropped, his eyes softening at your vulnerable state. He wrapped his arm around your frame, tucking you closer to his side. The warmth from his body heated your own, your heartbeat slowing almost immediately from the feeling.

"You doing alright?" He asked, his eyes not breaking from your face, trying to catch every twitch and shift in your expression.

You forced a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes and nodded regardless of your inner struggles.

"I'm hanging in there. How much longer?" You reassured him, sneaking a peak out the window, only to find the thick forest.

"Not too much longer. We're headed to a safe house— one that only Steve knows about." He told you.

You furrowed your brows in curiosity.

"You've never been there?" You asked him, and he shook his head.

"No, but the less people that know— the better. Your Father won't be able to find you there." He told you.

You nodded and turned back towards the window, rubbing your thumb over the metal ridges on his hand.

"You'll stay with me right?" You whispered, your doubts getting the best of you.

He gently grabbed your chin, turning you towards him. His eyes shined with intense passion, a strong sense of genuineness within them.

"The whole time. I'm not going anywhere, okay?" He promised and your anxieties vanished.

Your chest warmed comfortably, the safety he provided from his presence alone enough to calm you. You appreciated it greatly.

"Okay."

His eyes softened at your small voice, the urge to wrap you up in his arms overwhelming.

“C’mere.” He voiced, pulling you even closer.

You hugged around his body, burying your face into his chest. His body blocked you from the outside world, muting the chaos for a moment. It was peaceful and you felt powerful against him— like no one could hurt you.

The rumble of the car and Bucky’s heartbeat lulled you to sleep. There wasn’t a place you felt more comfortable in, than his arms. You couldn’t help but doze off with his arms caging you protectively.

~

“We’re here doll.” Bucky whispered, earning a sleepy groan from you.

You snuggled your face deeper into his body and had him chuckling, gently pulling you away from him, his metal hand smoothing down your now messy hair.

“You can sleep when we get inside, okay?” He told you, earning another incoherent groan.

You perked up, forgetting the situation completely in your dreamless sleep. You forgot for just a moment that your Father was practically hunting you. The whole mess crashes into you yet again, you weren’t tired anymore with the sudden sick feeling in your stomach. In fact, you tensed up— a wave of nausea approaching.

Without responding, you followed Bucky out of the car— hanging onto his arm. You weren’t sure if it was from nerves or the sudden dizzy spell that came over you.

You hoped it wasn’t a panic attack that your body was brewing.

Although you were new to these attacks, having gone most of your life without them— you couldn’t help but be terrified of them. The lack of control you had when one was happening, you were afraid of what would happen if you had a really severe one.

Your grip tightened on his arm and he glanced down at you, taking note of your unfocused wide eyes, face paling with a tinge of green.

He was immediately on edge, hurrying his steps up the cabin estate. It was a secluded wooden house in the middle of nowhere— it looked intimidating from the outside. The fear of being stranded present, but it was a safe house. He had to remind himself.

She was safe here. He told himself.

Steve entered the house first, you and Bucky following after— Steve’s men scoped the area, staying on alert for any danger.

“You guys will be safe here. The kitchen is stocked with food, as well as more food down in the basement.” He informed you two, although the way you were staring blankly ahead— Steve knew he was basically talking to Bucky.

Bucky furrowed his brows at the news that the kitchen was stocked— the basement too?

Steve seemed to read his mind.

“Have known about this place for awhile, just never knew I’d actually be using it. Asked my men to stock the place before we headed out here.” Steve said.

Bucky felt a wave of great appreciation flow through him, Steve was really doing the most and he was lucky to have him as a friend.

“Thanks man, we appreciate it.” He spoke for the both of you— to which you didn’t mind considering your lack of words.

“Just try and lay low— Pierce and Rumlow are going to be finding out that his daughter and her bodyguard are missing very soon— as well as the whole perimeter squad.” Steve told him, making fear bloom in his chest.

Bucky swallowed, knowing this was just the beginning.

“Where are you all going to be staying? You don’t seem to be eager in moving in.” Bucky wondered, noticing the lack of moving in that was happening.

Steve waved him off like it was no big deal.

“Truthfully, we all aren’t built for sleep.” He tried to joke. “We have a small shed just behind the house, that’s where we will be keeping our stuff. Where we will take cover if we need to— but otherwise we got a house to guard.”

Bucky nodded in appreciation again and a part of him wondered if Steve was trying to redeem himself after judging you all too quickly. Despite it being a shitty thing, he didn’t think Steve realized just how forgetting you were. You’d see Steve as a good man any day, even with his rough start.

“And you…” Steve said lastly, glancing down to you before back up to him, “You got a girl to protect.”

Steve reminded him that not only was he here with you willingly, he was also doing his job to protect you. Things were different now though, he was protecting you from the bottom of his heart— not for the man that hired him.

Bucky wanted to laugh at the irony of it all. He ended up having to protect you from the person that hired him to you.

Steve left without another word and it left Bucky alone with you. He found you rather quiet, clinging onto him with white knuckles as you continued to space out.

“Hey… (Y/n)…” Bucky got your attention, your eyes focusing on his.

He noticed you still had this sickly green to your usual healthy glow, his brows furrowed in concern.

“Doll, you okay? You look like you’re about ready to fall over.” He pointed out, making sure he worded it correctly.

You nodded slowly and wiped a hand across your clammy forehead, agreeing with him that you weren’t feeling too hot. You weren’t sure if this was anxiety or if you were coming down with something— either way you felt like shit.

“Yeah, I’m not feeling too good. Think I just need to lie down.” You mumbled, leaning into him as you felt yourself sway on the balls of your feet.

Bucky felt your weight press into him. He felt his heart twinge at the way your voice sounded so weak and unsure. He knew you had been through way more than anyone could handle in the last couple of days— but he couldn’t help but be angry for you. You deserved better and he would think that until the day came where you got the perfect life he knew you deserved.

“Okay, let’s get you to bed.” He told you softly.

You nodded weakly and closed your eyes as another dizzy spell passed through you, making you out all your weight on him. He didn’t hesitate scoop you up into his arms, in the moment worsening the dizzy spell— but after you settled into his arms, the feeling washed away slightly and you melted into his embrace.

“I got you, just close your eyes.” He whispered and you didn’t waste a second and followed his commands.

You were almost lulled to sleep by his strong heartbeat thumping against your cheek, the way his warmth eased the chills you felt.

He had made it to the bedroom, placing you down onto the queen sized bed gently, making sure to pull the blankets back before placing you in.

You didn’t even open your eyes and sent him a weak smile, grabbing onto his wrist before he could move away. Bucky smiled at your tiny hand gripping onto him.

“I’m going to get you some medicine doll, get you a glass of water. Okay?” He told you, his voice ever so soft when speaking to you.

You nodded and let go of his hand, letting it sit on your chest. Your head pulled to the side and your smile started to fade as your exhausted, stressed brain turned off.

Bucky let himself gaze down at you for another moment, getting lost in you. His mind swirled around you constantly and if he wasn’t thinking about you— he wasn’t thinking at all.

He left quietly after he noticed you were out. You needed the rest— considering you’d be up tossing and turning later. His heart hurt for you, all you had to go through recently.

Exiting the room, and shut the door and glanced the the left— noticing Sam standing there.

“Brought some goodies.” He announced and it was then Bucky glanced down at his arms.

He was holding a little bowl of soup and had a glass of water and pills in his other hand. Bucky wipes the annoyed expression off his face and for the first time— appreciated Sam being here. Although he wouldn’t admit that.

“Thanks.” He said quietly, taking the goodies out of his hands.

Sam kept a smirk on his face, but it wasn’t his usual teasing one. It was soft and kind.

“You guys are adorable.” Sam said.

Bucky looked at him with an angry squinted expression, so many words on the tip of his tongue but he held himself back.

Sam wanted to laugh at Bucky’s wild expression but waved him off and held back his giggles.

“I overheard you talking to her. No judgement here— I think it’s sweet you actually are nice to someone.” Sam jabbed, and Bucky rolled his eyes.

Of course Sam had to give a compliment while still messing with him— all in one go.

“Okay well, try not to be a creep next time.” Bucky muttered lowly.

“Hey! I was dropping some much needed supplies off— so you’re welcome.” Sam added. turning and walking away, down the stairs to the living space.

Bucky sent one last glare his way until he was out of view. Somewhere deep down in his grumpy soul— he appreciated Sam.

Ew... he hated even thinking the thought.

Shaking his head clear, he headed back inside to you. He was surprised to find you sitting up and leaning back against eh headboard— last he saw you, you were out cold. While he was happy to see your eyes, he hated the way they were so dull. Your whole being looking mentally exhausted— and he wished he could take it all away.

"Hey, you can sleep if you want. I'll stay here with you." He reminded you, thinking that maybe you woke up and panicked that he wasn't there.

You nodded and scooted over, patting the spot next to you.

"Lay with me?" You asked, your voice hoarse and tired.

He softened his gaze, and placed the supplies down and quickly got in bed with you. Slipping off his shoes and jacket before cuddling up next to you.

"Thank you James. I don't know what I'd do without you." You whispered, laying against his chest while he looped his arms around you— holding you close.

"You don't even have to think about that possibility, because I'm never gonna leave you (Y/n)." He whispered back, smoothing your hair down and rubbing your back soothingly.

"I know you won't... but my Fath— Pierce may split us apart." You voiced your fear.

It happened to be Bucky's too, with th way his arms tightened around you protectively. He just couldn't bear that thought for too long or he'd start to panic. He knew it was smart to digest the thought because it was very much possible— which was terrifying.

"He can try." Was the only thing Bucky could come up with.

But it seemed to bring massive comfort to you, as you hugged him tighter, burying your face into his chest and lulling off to sleep without another word. He breathed in your scent, relishing the way your body was fitting perfectly against his. In different circumstances, he'd be at ease— but the anxiety always ate away at him with the threat over your head.

He only assumed the fury that would ignite the second Pierce noticed you were gone. It made him shiver.

~

Pierce stood in your bedroom, holding up a dainty frame— a picture and you and your Mother inside. His lip snarled and twitched at the sight, the way his heart started to pound— his vision turning red.

Pierce yelled out, throwing the picture frame across the room— the delicate piece shattering against the grooved wall. The pieces scattered amongst the room, the high pitched trickle of wood and glass fading away. The only sound left in the room was his heavy breathing.

The door clicked open and shut, and without turning around— Pierce could tell who it was just by the footsteps.

“Seems we have a runaway on our hands.” Rumlow acknowledged.

Pierce scoffed, struggling his posture and fixing his suit and tie, adjusting his cuffs back to normal after his outburst.

“Ungrateful little bitch thinks she can hide from me— run from me.” He muttered under his breath.

“Seems we’ve got some traitors too. Didn’t know Rogers had it in him to go against you like that.” He pointed out, only making Pierce shake his head in betrayal and anger.

“Should’ve known Rogers would stick by Barnes— two were close before working for me. I knew that and still took a chance.” He voiced his frustration.

Rumlow nodded his head, remembering Bucky all too well— so many memories he loved to look back on. Although he couldn’t say the same about Bucky.

“Overall— I wouldn’t worry sir,” Rumlow started, holding onto Pierce’s shoulder with confidence, “I’m always down for a hunt.”

Pierce and Rumlow smirked at each other before breaking into an evil laugh, both of their sick and twisted minds coming together to bring you hell.

Pierce wondered how long you could stay hidden, and he couldn’t wait for the day he found you. Ending things once and for all.

His dear beloved daughter.

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[questinwitchface]

Author Question Tag Game Thing

Thank you so much for tagging me @thatmexisaurusrex!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

18

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

582,835

3. What fandoms do you write for?

MCU, mostly SamBucky.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Pet Names The Promise of Cheesecake and a Decent Wine You Probably Think This Poem Is About You (And That's Because It Is) Dear Sam There Was More Than One Bed (But Who's Counting?)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do my best to respond to every comment. Usually, if I don't, it's because I didn't see it and it's been long enough that I feel awkward replying so much later lol. But I appreciate every comment I get.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't actually write sad or angsty endings, really. I guess the closest would probably be Bucky Barnes Hates Christmas because that whole fic is just full of bittersweet holiday feels, and even though the ending is happy, the tone of it is still kind of bittersweet?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Like I said, almost all my endings are happy, but I'd probably go with The Promise of Cheesecake and a Decent Wine for this answer. Just because they went through so much angst to get there, like so much angst.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have gotten hate on a couple fics, but I just delete and ignore it.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, I write smut when I feel like the fic calls for it or is made better by having it. I don't really know how I'd describe it? Emotional. Very emotional.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't write crossovers these days, but way back in middle school when I was writing on fanfiction . net under a different username, my first-ever fic was a crossover. It was a self-insert into two of my favorite book series, and I don't remember much from it other than that it was objectively cringe, but eh. I was in middle school and just starting to try writing for the first time, so what do you expect?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, or if they have, no one ever told me about it.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope! I would be curious to try though. Usually writing for me is such a solitary process, it would be cool to see how trying to write with someone else worked.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

SamBucky, though I definitely have a soft spot for the rareships I write for as well.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I literally have a folder titled "Ideas I probably won't write" which is where my fics go to die when I know I won't write them. I would love to write a couple of the Steve/Thor ideas I have in there, or the Cap Quartet Polycule one, but I just struggle so hard to write Steve Rogers in an engaging way. I don't know what it is about him, but we apparently don't jive when I try to make him a main character.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue usually comes easily to me.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Setting. Description. Smut scenes. I could go on, but I'm going to stop there lol.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've done it before, and it went okay. I actually ended up having people tell me they felt more included because I'd used their language. That said, it's not something I do often, and I am usually at the mercy of whatever translator app I'm using, but I try to make that clear in the author's notes and use short phrases/single words instead of full sentences.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Maximum Ride and *mumbles unintelligibly* - that crossover fic from middle school.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I love all of my fics for different reasons, and I don't know that I could say I have a favorite, but the one I reread the most often is probably Cinnamon-Brown Sugar Coffee Creamer. It's shorter, it's cozy, and in all of Sam's partners in that fic just love(d) him so so much. It's very sweet imo.

No pressure, tagging: literally anyone who wants to do this. If you looked at this and thought it sounded fun, please do the thing!

[anotheranonymousfanwhore]

Anyone else think the song "I'll Be Good" by Jaymes Young gives major Bucky Barnes vibes?? Like the lyrics just fit him so well. Maybe it's all the angsty fanfiction I read but I was listening to the song today and it made me think of him

[lovelybarnes]

unsafe- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, mentions of steve rogers, natasha romanoff, tony stark, ONE mention of brock rumlow

warnings: heavy description of injuries, kidnapping, hydra, blood, violence, knives, one very sIight implication of some sort of sexual assault, but it is one mention and does not go into detail or is acted on

about: request! (DF13) “you’re safe.” + (DA19) “touch her, and i’ll murder you.” + DA21) “put down the knife.”

a/n: i am so sorry this took so long, i received this during a really hard time and had trouble coming up with where and how i wanted this to go, but i do hope you like this and it is what you wanted and expected. thank you so so much for requesting! <3

bucky had warned you of the dangers of being with him. it wasn’t in any effort to make you feel weak because you weren’t a highly trained assassin or high powered fighter capable of defending themselves against the great dangers assigned to the avengers, but it was a warning. a hand reaching out to push you away—his own hand, even though all he wanted to do with it was pull you closer until he couldn’t anymore.

he had told you of the risks you were taking by even being associated with him, ranging from harassment because you would dare trust the horrid winter soldier to dangers to your life because to others, he was an asset—an object. a weapon you were standing in the way of getting.

but you refused to see it that way, like bucky was a detriment instead of the best damn thing that had happened to your life in a while.

so, you stayed. stubbornly refusing to move as he pushed you away with closed doors and hands splayed on walls, reaching for you through the self loathing tears and the swears that he was bad for you. you pressed on, reaching through the walls to thread your fingers through his and pull him to you. and because of his love, so beautiful and deep and strong, he let you, let the water of his adoration wash over him and blur the warning signs that levitate over his head.

he let his selfishness envelop the both of you inside an oblivious bubble, thinking he could protect you from anything, that you were safe.

until, after a quick run to the grocery store across the street, instead of the sight of you, soft and comfortable on the couch, waiting for him, he was met with broken shards of glass on his floors, knocked over lamps and scattered fruit, browning bananas smeared on the floor, a footprint on the darkened yellow. the bags in his hand drop to the floor, the cookies he’d bought for you surely cracking upon the impact, clementines falling out of the bag, but he couldn’t care less, not as he ran through the apartment that had once been his safe haven, brightened up with the reminders of you littered throughout. the mugs that had once been neatly placed inside cupboards were now broken on the ground, your books splayed on the carpet with the spines cracked, pages torn, your phone’s screen cracked, stained with the sticky red he never wanted to see in association with you.

the lump in his throat has never felt more real, more solid than when he finds a bloodied knife, a note stained with bubbles of scarlet, for our winter soldier in curved handwriting. his knees feel weak enough to crack to the floor, trembling fingers searching for you in the ruins of his apartment as tears streak through the cheeks that had been smiling not an hour ago, kissed by your lips, blessed by your smile.

he wants to shrink into the bed that still smells of you and cry and wish that this isn’t true, that a tornado came through the apartment and you’re hidden away in a closet safely, about to step out and into his arms.

but in bucky barnes’ life, there are few possibilities, and the most likely, one that’s been looming at the forefront of his mind ever since he decided to let himself be selfish.

so, he holds that heart-shattering scream he wants to let out, shaking hands reaching for his phone while he heads out of the apartment, speeding to the tower because that’s where the quinjet is, where his weapons are, where everything he wants to use on whoever it was who dares to lay a finger on you is, trying his best to keep from sobbing.

he pushes past the bright faces of stark employees, not bothering to apologize for the shoulders he’s shoved through, racing up the stairs because the elevator isn’t fast enough. bucky doesn’t even realize that his clothes are dirty with your blood until steve stops him in the hallway, worried eyes trailing over his best friend, “buck, what happened? whose blood is that?”

bucky tries to move past him, but steve is stubborn when he shouldn’t be, keeping bucky in his place. bucky’s jaw clenches, “move out of my way.”

“what happened?” steve insists, and bucky slaps the note on steve’s shoulder. steve's eyebrows furrow, taking in the blood that's smeared on the paper, the clear anguish on bucky's face only explainable by the possibility of something happening to you. steve curses when he reads it, a hand falling to his forehead, “hydra?”

“who the fuck else?”

“go to the conference room, nat and tony are in there. so is—”

“the fuck? no. i’m going to take care of this right now. they want me? they have me as long as y/n’s okay.”

“bucky, you know she wouldn’t want that—”

“i know she’d want to be alive.” bucky sneers.

“not if it came at this cost.”

bucky stays silent, wanting nothing more than to yell at steve and tell him he was wrong, but he wasn't. you were too good, too selfless to even contemplate a situation like this where you came out alive at the cost of someone else’s life.

“go to the conference room. tony’ll find out where she is in no time, you’ll see. it’s gonna be fine, just trust me, okay?”

through a set jaw, bucky begins to head in the direction of the aforementioned room before steve stops him with a gentle hand on his shoulder, “she’s gonna be fine, buck. we’ll make sure of it.”

“she better be.” bucky mumbles, long legs quick in their strides the the conference room, the note crumpling in his tightening hand, harsh fingers pressing crinkles into the paper. he doesn’t acknowledge anyone when he shoves the door open, barging into a light conversation that’s about to be dipped in blood. he slams the note on the table, hard-set eyes meeting natasha’s in a silent exchange as she leans over to check the card.

it takes her a second to realize what it is, and the crinkles next to her eyes disappear within a second, handing it to the others. she bounces off her seat, reaching for the control for friday as she begins to question bucky, “hydra?” she states, not sparing him a glance when he confirms, “taken at her apartment, which i’m sure has cameras.”

tony and the others are caught up by now, so he heads to the front next to natasha, turning to another screen to do his own thing. the two thick lines between his eyebrows that have begun to lessen return at full force as he searches for more footage from cameras around the perimeter.

“they probably knew you were on your way back, so they didn’t black out any of the hidden cameras inside the apartment, just the ones on her floor since the others were crowded,” natasha says, the screens zooming into the faces they were able to catch. “‘probably didn’t want to attract too much attention.”

the memory of your pretty smile and glittering eyes, crinkled at the edges due to the lips pushing up your cheeks, fingers lightly tracing the defined line of his jaw, ready to pull him back into your lips, is the only thing on his mind. he can feel the gentle fingertips on his cheekbones, soft lips pressing against his forehead and his nose and his cheeks and then finally his own. it’s the only reason he’s able to function and think in the way that your bucky barnes does, that doesn’t let him curl back into the safety of the coldhearted winter soldier, because even though he’s gone, the prison he was in destroyed, his techniques are still at arm’s distance, ready to be retreated back into at any point where he might need to. it's too tempting with the situation at hand, but he can’t let himself, not when you’re at stake.

bucky looks up at the footage now displayed on the screen above him, blinking fast when his eyes catch you, bruised and unconscious while a man carries you over his shoulder without care. bucky can catch the squeeze of your thigh in his hand, your lack of response only evoking another stab of fear in his chest, and the urge to hunt gets deeper and deeper when the man suddenly turns to one of the cameras, a sinister grin contorting his face. he’s cocky. so sure he’s gotten away with it.

he spends the entirety of the meeting—something that graciously only takes a couple minutes thanks to the urgency the situation demands, and the fact that bucky hasn’t stopped tapping his foot impatiently—barely paying attention to what the team is saying, only making sure to pay attention to tony’s tracking to know your location by heart while he plans his own mission to recover you. one where nothing will be spared as long as you’re okay.

tony’s voice is distant, muffled, as he discusses with the rest of the team, blurred curses completely ignored by bucky as he thinks about the bike that is in the garage, the weapons he won’t need in the artillery room.

“got it,” tony says, the only words bucky listens to. he turns his attention to him, looking back at the screen where he recognizes the old building. “they probably figured they wouldn’t get far after kidnapping her. i’m sure this stop was a plan b.”

“better for me,” bucky mumbles as he stands, already heading to the door when the team calls out for him. he ignores them and they don’t try to push harder, probably well aware of how little it would do, going downstairs to the garage where his motorcycle is, stopping by the weaponry room to grab a few knives and other weapons. the hand curled around the handle revs the bike to life, bucky getting ready to ride to the abandoned building when steve is suddenly standing in front of him like a boulder, shield on his back and a hand raised at him in a stop motion.

“move out of my way,” bucky tells him, thinking about the seconds he’s losing with his idiot friend stalling him, what they could be doing to you.

“you can’t go alone, buck,” steve replies, causing bucky to scoff.

“the hell i can’t, every fuckin' second we’re just standing around in here is another second y/n is with hydra, steve, and it’s my fault. i’m not gonna wait.”

realizing bucky isn’t giving up, steve purses his lips, thinking about his decision for a split second before deciding that bucky is right. “fine. then, i’m going with you.” bucky watches with narrowed eyes as steve grabs guns for himself. knowing his best friend, he sighs, staring to leave the garage while steve is swinging a leg over his own motorcycle, following along not long behind.

the vibrations from he bike underneath him are the only thing tying him down to reality, stopping him from floating up into his thoughts, to the brim with memories of you, from the lovely frame of your face brightened by the morning sun, to the grim, staticky image of you unconscious, bloodied; bruises about to form from the force that was used on your delicate skin.

his grip on his bike tightens without his notice, murder he’d only felt run through his blood as the winter soldier active and sharp.

-

his steps are soundless when he enters the building, his presence—his existence—unnoticeable. steve is close behind him, watching his back. they meet eyes when they notice a bulky guard standing in front of the door you must be behind, sending the other a nod in agreement before bucky crouches, sneaking up behind him before his metal hand is over the man’s mouth, muffling the startled noises he makes. he pins his hands together behind the man’s back, pressing him up against the wall.

he’s about to wrap another hand around the back of the man’s head, but then bucky’s hears your voice, and the hand he has on the guard’s face presses harder until he feels the crack of his nose with the anger, screams of pain silenced by the hand on his mouth. with quick movements, he does what he was going to do, dropping the body and stepping over it as if it was a mere obstacle. he has never felt more like the winter soldier as bucky barnes. it’s terrifying, until a sickening crack is heard from behind the wall, a grunt that surely comes from you due to the impact loud and clear to his enhanced ears, and he remembers how necessary it is.

there are two other guards that bucky itches to knock down so he can get to you—get to the person daring to put a hand on his girl, stupid enough to involve her in things she’s too gentle to be in.

steve gestures toward the two of them then juts his chin to the door, telling bucky he’ll take care of it, and bucky thinks that the guards are lucky steve will take care of them instead of him after hearing your cry.

he walks past steve smashing two heads together to kick the door in, finding himself with two people, and then you, tied to a chair, darkened and broken skin replacing the softness he’d know; shiny, scared tears gathered in the eyes that dare to glimmer in relief when they catch sight of him pricking at the wounds. his heart drops and he sees pure red.

“soldat,” a man sneers, fingers bending at the other man to back down, “didn’t really think you’d show up.” bucky feels frozen when fingers begin to motion to pull at your cheeks, “but for a face like that, i see why. maybe i’ll have a taste, too.”

bucky’s hands ball up into fists, pulling his gun out in one swift motion to point it at him, “touch her, and i swear i will murder you in the most painful way i can think of.” the other man, huge and bulky, begins to make his way towards bucky, but the other one stops him again, not taking his eyes off of bucky as he flips open a blade that he puts at your throat. you sob, oxygen impossible to get into your lungs because bucky shouldn’t have to see this, he should not have to feel this pain.

“shoot me and she dies. then, you will die too.”

fear flashes through bucky in a white-hot bolt, but he pushes it down as far as it’ll go, choosing to deal with it later when you’re with him again, “put the knife down.”

the man hums, shaking his head, pressing the knife deeper without breaking skin, “no.”

bucky meets your eyes, scanning the room again.

“close your eyes, dove,” he tells you, and without needing an explanation, you do.

he tries to keep it quiet for you, tries to not be as brutal as he’d prefer for you to not notice, because even though your eyes are shut, the sounds of bullets and fists meeting skin is still clear, and you can’t help the wince that pulls at your cuts whenever you hear an especially sickening noise. you don’t want him to do this for you. you don’t want him to revert back into the person he was brainwashed into because of you, but he told you to close your eyes and you are so tired, you were probably going to do that anyways. his anger heats the room, and you want to soothe it away, calm it with frozen peas over purpled skin, but you can imagine what you look like, how your broken voice would barely be heard, the gravel from tortured vocal chords within it only cause bucky’s anger to heighten.

but it’s less than a minute until it goes silent, and soft fingers are suddenly below your jaw, intentionally away from the worst of your injuries, gentle in a way you’re used to but you can’t help the flinch. bucky forgot to make his steps louder for you like he was trying to get in the habit of doing, he’s never cursed at himself harder for it.

“honey?” he asks in a soft whisper, “you can open your eyes now.” his voice is gentle now, the same fingers that had split open skin and pulled triggers now tender with you. “you’re safe.”

you've never felt unbreakable, but you feel just on the verge of shattering now. you don't have the hostage training the avengers do, you're not trained to withstand so much pain, so much hate because you should never have to. you're a civilian with a job and you shouldn't deal with situations like these like an avenger, holding winces and tears back, yet you did for as long as you could, but the sound of bucky's voice brings what you've held back to your limit.

you pry your eyes open, a sob ripping through you when you see him, allowing yourself to tremble and thrash against the restraints holding you back. he immediately rips through them with a vibranium finger, which he uses immediately to rub soothing circles into rope-burned skin, “bucky,” you cry brokenly.

“you’re safe, sweetheart,” bucky repeats, swaddling you in his arms the moment you’re free, shaking against his chest as you grab onto him, wobbly fingers gripping onto his suit, touching his arms, feeling his hair, the safety of him.

“take me home,” you beg, voice broken, “j'st please don’t leave.”

“‘wasn’t ever plannin’ on it, honey,” bucky murmurs, tucking you closer into him until he’s able to carry you out of the building and into the car the rest of the avengers had piled into, arriving shortly before he came out. he cleans away blood with antiseptic, one of your hands curled into his shirt as he gently prods at open skin. “you’re safe,” he says again, feeling a semblance of relief when you nod a little at him, with you, i am safe.