#bucky barnes is away too precious to be a human being

[kinkylittlebastardsuniverse]

tell daddy a secret.

warnings! ok, let’s go again: cursing; spanking; obviously a daddy kink so if you don’t like that kind of stuff just click away; NSFW w/ plot ‘cause you guys may have realised im a slut for both; i guess that’s all for today.

and yess, you have to be over 18 to be reading this. tumblr’s rules, not mine.

words! not that much. don’t be dramatic. (jokes on me, the number you are looking for is 2940)

this is a fem!reader x bucky barnes imagine and unfortunately it’s just fictional.

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You had a kink.

You had it for some time now. It was a bit obcsenioux. And dirty. Some may even consider it disturbed. But you liked it anyway. It was your kink afterall, nobody's business.

You had a daddy kink.

And a boyfriend as well. Although he didn’t exactly know what was going on inside your naughty little head. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t trust him. Nope. Neither as if you didn’t want for him to be the first man you’ve ever been with to know about your little secret. Nah. You were just scared, to be honest. 

'Cause he was easily the best thing in your life. Your whole world; the light in the darkest night. You never thought you actually could be this enamoured by someone until you met him. James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes. The Winter Soldier on the flesh and Captain America's best friend. And the love of your fucking life.

Ok, maybe you were more than just scared. Maybe you were terrified. 

Sex with Bucky was amazing. No, more than amazing: it made you transcend. But Bucky was a 40's man even though he tried his best to adapt to 21 century. He still was a man born and raised in 1940. And he naturally still had some assumptions and behaviors from that decade. And you had no fucking idea how a man from that age would react to you telling him you would like to call him "daddy" while he fucked you. 

And you didn't blame him for that. Far from it: you accepted Bucky as a full package, with every scar and flaw. With his past and ghosts. And if you had to control your deepest desires just a little not to make him uncomfortable, you would do it with a smile on your face.

As if it was that easy. 

You craved Bucky since day one. Since his built up, muscular figure walked through the Tower's door you just knew he was meant to be yours. He was just a sexual crush back then. Even though a little voice in the back of your head always told you that he wasn't just that. No. He was more. There was just something about the little glint hid in his cloudy eyes that fascinated you. That had you trapped. Since day one.

It didn't take more than a few words for you to know that he was the one. It was cheesy and almost ridiculous, I know. Even you kept telling yourself that you were just enchanted by him. It was just arousal, just a phase. You would get over it.

But you didn't. And what was just a tiny little crush became an huge liking you took for the sarge. Natasha was in shock when you told her about your - as she called - obsession for Bucky. She told you had gone insane; she thought it was some kind of fever, that you should probably get a break from missions or get laid. You knew him for what? Three months? You had spoke with him what? Twice? And about what? Missions?

How could your stupid ass possibly claim you were in love with the guy? 

Oh, but your stupid ass knew. It (you) just knew it was meant to be. He was meant to be.

So there was a day that you were suffering from a terrible insomnia and the idea of making yourself some tea just popped into your head. You got up, making your way straight to the kitching and when you found Bucky struggling to make the microwave work you knew it was the Universe sending you a sign.

You helped him, letting out some stupid joke about how for a man who had a metal arm on display he had no idea how to deal with metal stuff. It was a dumb, tired joke that you almost regret, automatically thinking that he could feel uneasy by your forwardness. Until he directed you a richful laugh that made your poor little heart skip a beat.

He was beautiful.

You both spend the rest of the night together, just talking bullshit and getting to know each other. It felt so natural. You learned that he  was fascinated by bikes and coincidently you had a Harley FXB Sturgis you proudly took care of. You told him you really enjoyed Glenn Miller and Jimmy Dorsey even though you never knew how to dance and he promised you he could teach you, if you allowed him.

After that each day was a different conquer. A different new fact about Bucky and you were just addict to it. What could you say? You guys just clicked. Before Bucky you never imagined you could feel so electrified to know something new about someone. It was like you were drowning your whole life, submerged, craving for something your lungs couldn't reach. Then came Bucky. And he was pure oxygen for your pained lungs.

So one thing led to another and when you blinked you guys were already a thing. More than a thing, you were a couple. And you couldn't fucking believe it. 

Fuck, you told Natasha you were right.

It didn't take long for you guys to fuck, the connection that pulled you together being away too strong for any of you to resist. And the sex was another thing with which you both clicked. Bucky liked to be dominant and possessive over you, and you just loved to please him.

But then your daddy kink kicked harder then ever and you didn't know what to do about it. Natasha - who was basically your sister - warned you it would be best for you to just tell him. That he would still love you. You knew it was kind of silly to think his feelings for you were fragile enough to break because of such a thing. But you were still scared. 

What could you do? Swallow your feelings and be the tough Avenger you were on the field? At least that was what Natasha told you to do. So you decided you should tell him, yes. Someday... Maybe... If it was really necessary.

No, you had to tell him. Before he found out by another way.

...

It was an ordinarily enough Saturday night. Tony was throwing an "we survived this time, may not survive the next so you better enjoy" party; Clint and Pietro were on a drink-or-die contest; Steve was doing it all day; Thor was laughing loudly enough to sound like sparkly thunders through the night; Loki was probably scheming; Bruce was... well, Bruceing; Nat and Wanda were betting who would pass out from drinking and how they would manage to drag Pietro to his room at this time of the night. The good ol' Avengers.

Oh, and Bucky was about to fuck you.

You two lovebirds couldn't just resist. Your dress was just too tight, fitting your gorgeous body away too nicely. And you knew Queen Catherine from France had so much lovers because she never saw Bucky on a suit. 'Cause dear God that was a sight.

So that leads us here: you already naked, legs spread widely when Bucky had just teared your thong apart, your poor Calvin Klein's thong being shattered into pieces. That wasn't such a loss though; you were sure your dripping core had ruined it already.

"Shit, doll. You are soaked." Bucky's husky voice told you while his pinky lips hovered over your whimpering pussy. "All that for me, hum?" He continued, his grip tightening on your inner thigh.

"Yes! Yes..." 

Daddy. 

You bit your tongue. "...Bucky." You meowed softly, your desire for call him daddy hitting you like a thunder.

"Yeah? So put that ass up in the air. Wanna see it while I make you cum." He demanded and you obeyed eagerly. Oh, if he just knew the things you would do for him...

"Look at that." He grabbed one of your ass cheeks roughly and you moaned at the suddenly contact of cool metal on your flaming skin. "My babe got such a pretty ass." He groaned, his fake thingers now teasing your wet hole.

"Tell me, (Y/N). Tell me who this pretty cunt belongs to." His fingers easily entered your pussy, pleasuring your insides.

You, daddy.

"You, Bucky." You speaked in a muffled tone not just by the mattress your face was currently buried in but also by your firm attempt to not let yourself go so much and end up saying something you shouldn't.

Bucky put one more finger into you, making it three, and pumped harder into your pussy.

"I'm sorry, doll, I guess i couldn't hear you since you are moaning so loudly." And you were. You could almost feel his cocky smirk ranging proudly on his handsome face. Although you couldn't care less with his fingers buried deeply inside you, beautifully flirting with your orgasm.

You daddy. I belong to you.

"You, Bucky. I belong to you." You said loudly this time, your voice dying on your throat at the end of the sentence. You couldn't say it, not now.

But Bucky didn't seem to get enough of you and the slap that hit your ass made you lose control from all your senses for a second.

"YOU, DADDY!" 

A tiny little second. 

Bucky stopped dead in his tracks. Did he hear you right? Daddy?

Oh dear God. Did you just say it? 

Did he hear you? Of course he did, asshat! You just screamed it out loud!

You started to debate which were the chances of the music outside being too loud for him to hear you (you were panicking as you can see). But when you felt his fingers getting away from your pussy you just knew he had.

God, you were screwed now. And not in a good way.

Your blurred brain quickly started to think about possibly excuses and explanations for the current situation. You were right between "I'm sorry, you shouldn't find out like this" and "hey there, as you noticed I have a daddy kink, please don't push me away because of this" when you felt Bucky's metal arm clench around the back of your neck, pinning you into the bed. Your arms were beside your head in a submitted state when he leaned in, whispering into your ear with the most lustful voice:

"Did I hear you right, babygirl?" His grip hardened and you feel his knee spreading your legs apart, leading you to wonder which would be the size of the poodle in the middle of them since this man was driving you completely insane.

"Tell me. How long have you been keeping this little secret from daddy?" Oh, dear.

He caressed your pussy again with his free hand and you lost it.

"I'm so sorry, daddy!" You moaned loudly, your voice sounding more acute then normal.

“And here I was thinking so good of you… Guess I was wrong, hum?” He seemed almost hurt if it wasn’t for the strong scent of lust and superb on his tone, showing off his intentions. 

“I’m so, so sorry, daddy…” You meowed one more time, hoping for him to forgive you. 

Bucky made a disapproving sound with a snap of his lips. You squirmed under him, anxious for more.

"No, babygirl. I am sorry." His grip left your neck and you felt empty all sudden. And guilty. As if you had really disappointed him.

But then his touch travelled through your back, his hand caressed the whole extension of it before landing into your ass cheek. He stopped for a moment, right before

"Because now that you have been a bad girl I will have to punish you."

a slap. A hard one. Harder than any other he had ever disfered into your body during sex. And you fucking loved it.

"Count for daddy, pretty girl. I wanna you to take ten." You moaned a yes before the second slap came.

"Two, daddy!"

Who would ever say James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes,

"Three, daddy!"

the Winter Soldier on the flesh and Captain America's best friend, and the love of your fucking life 

"Four, daddy!"

would love your daddy kink so fucking bad?

"FIVE, DADDY!" This one was harder, making your skin burn; the scream leaved your mouth without permission - a mix from all the pleasure, pain and suppressed desire that you had boiling into you.

"S-six, daddy!" Your eyes were wettering right now and you bit your lower lip not to sob a pained whimper, not from slaps but mostly from your aching core which Bucky had abandoned a while ago and now was crying for some of his attention.

"Can't take them all, babygirl? First you lie to me. Now you are being disobedient. I'm starting to think you don't want to be a good girl for daddy anymore." 

You could almost touch the fake disappointment in his voice.

"No! No, daddy! Please! I want to be good for you!" 

But you were in for it anyway. 

"So keep counting while daddy spank that tight little ass."

Another slap.

“Seven! Daddy!”

And other.

“Eight!” A moan. “Daddy!”

“N-nine,” Your voice softened as a tear dropped from the corner of your eye. “Daddy!”

“TEEN, DADDY!” 

And there you were: ass all burning pink, your pussy aching wet and tears streaming through the corner of your eyes. You swallowed the gulp on your throat when Bucky’s chest came near your back. You were in ecstasy.

“There she is. My good girl.” His voice sounded warm on your ears as his flesh fingers came to clean some tears from your beautiful face. 

“Was I good, daddy?” You purred when his touch leaved your sensitive skin, placing a gentle peck where his fingers once were.

“You were, babygirl. Now open those legs, daddy is gonna fuck that pussy nicely.”

You spread your legs as open as you could, trying to make Bucky proud. He fitted right into the middle of them, opening you up a bit more. Bucky took his hard cock into his hand and slipped into you smoothly, your wet cunt greeting him warmly. 

“God, you are always so tight for me, babygirl. Taking daddy’s cock so good…” He groaned after a few thrusts, making your pussy clench around him. You both moaned at that.

“You are just too big, daddy!” You moaned and you swear you heard an animalistic growl coming out from Bucky´s chest. Jesus Christ.

“Oh, yeah? But you love it, don’t you? Such a cockslut my babe is, squirming all around daddy’s cock.” Bucky pounded harder on you this time, your pussy struggling to fit his whole cock all at once. His words made you shiver and your orgasm started to show up.

Bucky seemed to feel it too and managed to go even deeper into your sore pussy, making a bunch of loud moans to leave your dirty little mouth. He was fucking you senseless and your couldn’t help but love it.

“Daddy!”

You moaned loudly into one deep thrust of his and the dirty laugh that left his mouth was nothing but unexpected. And hot as well.

“Wanna cum on daddy’s cock, babygirl?” You nodded eagerly, the knot on your belly being away too strong for you to stop it. “So you better ask for it.”

“Please, daddy! Please I wanna cum so bad!” 

He slapped your already bruised ass to that and you almost screamed if the pleasure he was giving you hadn’t cut your voice. His pace became sloppier although his thrusts were still hard enough to hurt, making you inevitably squirm under him while your high was getting closer and closer.

“So you better come, babygirl.”

And you did. Hard and almost painfully. Waves of pleasure washed your body as Bucky managed to reach his own reach, spreading his white cum all over your ass. You moaned as you felt his orgasm reaching your skin so warmly, the thought alone increasing your own climax.

Bucky pecked your shoulder sweetly, getting out of the room for what felt like an eternity. You were about to stand up and look for him when you felt something fluff cleaning your skin. The sarge had came back with a towel and was taking care of you while you melted to his touch. Such a gentleman he was.

You the leaned down; Bucky with his back to the mattress and a hand under his head while you curled your self, leaning into his broad chest. You started to make little silly drawings into his skin when you felt him clearing his throat. Your shining gaze met his beautiful face right before he spoke. 

“So…” He began softly, shifting his curious blue gaze to yours after he cleared his throat once again. “ A daddy kink?” And something on his away too eager tone told you he was up to learn more about it.

“Yeah…” You said almost shyly. “Did you like it?”

Bucky laughed at it and your heart died for an instant. 

“If I like it?” His voice sounded darker this time, dragging you in. Bucky moved on the mattress, bringing his enormous body upon yours, caging your naked, vulnerable body to the bed.

“Doll, I wanna hear every single thing you have to say about that.” His predatory gaze met yours and he bit his pink lips, making that eager sensation on your low belly starting to rise all over again.

It was going to be a Hell of a night.

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tried to make this one more into (Y/N)’s perspective. what did you guys think about it?

[cable-knit-sweater]

He loves me, He loves me not

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word count: 470 words

Notes: A very silly, fluffy birthday fic for the loveliest, most wonderful, most precious of human beings, @dreamsinthewitchouse, I hope you have an amazing birthday, my favorite little sunflower 🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

Bucky has been back in Brooklyn with Steve for a while now. He’s fine, most days. His memories have pretty much all returned, his trigger words no longer work. He’s built a new life with Steve, he’s back home. Almost everything is good, great even. There’s just one thing, one thing he really needs to change.

He’s seen the way Steve looks at him. He saw it back before the war, too. He knows Steve probably feels the same way as he does, but he keeps tiptoeing around the subject. Bucky is so done with it. He’s too old for this shit. So, he comes up with an idea. Sort of. It’s not completely thought through but…Steve is enough of an idiot and a sap for it to work.

There’s a vase filled with sunflowers on their dining table, flowers he knows Steve bought to practice some more of his painting. Bucky picks one out, sits down on the floor, and starts picking out petals. He’s on his 4th flower when he hears the front door open.

Steve walks in with a bag of groceries, not having spotted him yet. When he turns around from the fridge, just having put some stuff away, he finally sees him. “Buck? What are you- those are my flowers?!?”

Bucky just shrugs. “Needed a question answered.”

Steve walks over to him. “And you thought this was the best way to do it? I think you’re supposed to use daisies or somethin’ for this kind of thing, not sunflowers with what, a thousand petals,” he says with a frown. “Or like, just use one.”

“Well. I’ve been waiting a good 70 years for this answer, so I figured, this is probably faster in comparison,” Bucky sighs, dramatically.

“Wh-what question is that?”

Bucky continues to pick out petals, alternating “He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not,” loud enough for Steve to hear.

When he looks up, Steve has sat down on the floor next to him. “Who?” He has the audacity to ask, voice a little high. Bucky just raises an eyebrow at him.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.” Bucky repeats, giving Steve a look.

“Buck…” he starts, taking one of Bucky’s hands in his. “Of course I love you. I…I’ve- I’ve always loved you.”

Bucky wants to sigh, say “finally.” But he doesn’t. He just pulls Steve in for a kiss. When he pulls back, he whispers against Steve’s lips. “Told ya this was the fastest way to get an answer,” smirking proudly at Steve.

He gets tackled to the ground. “You’re a jerk,” Steve murmurs once he has Bucky beneath him, before leaning in to kiss the smirk off Bucky’s face. Bucky’s only all too happy to go along with it, and make out until they’re breathless with it, on a bed of sunflower petals.

[plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms]

Little Blue Ribbons (7)

Summary: The countless times you allowed Steve Rogers to break your heart and the one time you said enough was enough.

Fandoms: Avengers

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader (platonic. is it tho? well, oops.)

Warnings: NO SMUT BECAUSE IT WAS JUST SO PURE I COULDN’T DO IT, Copious Amounts of Fluff, Mischievous Baby Mutants, Angst, Pining, So Much Painful Pining, Violence, Bullying, Steve doesn’t come out great here, Not gonna lie this is gonna hurt, Mentions of Trauma, PTSD, Self-harm, Suicidal Thoughts, Toxic Relationship Dynamics, Cursing, The Snap, Thanos, Endgame, Character Deaths

A/N: All Bucky, all chapter. Guys, I was gonna put smut in too but I was crying because of how pure it all was! I can’t! This is a bonus chapter and the last I will be posting for this series.

Thank you everyone for all the love you’ve shown for this series that is especially close to my heart. I appreciate all the hearts and reading the comments is the absolute best part of my day. I love you, you wonderful human beings!! I am going to write so much more because you’re all just so great! 

Masterlist

7: Seventh Heaven

Bucky was strolling through their neighborhood with Steve by his side. Even as a child he already had the role of protector and he wore that badge with pride. Steve, being his best friend, was within his protection circle even if the little punk made it harder than necessary with his health problems and his predisposition to get himself into trouble on a regular basis.

They were passing by a park, pushing each other playfully and exchanging good-natured insults, when a tiny figure caught his attention. There you were sitting by yourself with an adorable pout on your face because the wind kept messing up your hair. Your hands kept trying to brush your hair back, but the wind was just too stubborn. Steve beat him to you because he was so distracted by the way your forehead furrowed in frustration. By the time he reached you, both you and his best pal were being beat up on the ground. He took great pleasure in chasing away your bullies that day, feeling so much like a protective alpha to his pack. When he got back, you and Steve were clutching each other in fear not realizing yet that you were both safe now.

He knew then that you would be important to them. That you would become a key piece in their lives, but goddamn it you had the same troublemaker streak that Steve did. He sighed. He would just have to keep a close eye on you too. Just like that Bucky included you in his protection circle.

He saw the immediate attraction you had for Steve, looking at him like he was the reason there was light in the world. It stung a little in the beginning because, petty as it was, he saw you first. That didn't last long though because you were both precious to him and he was glad that a pretty dame was making heart eyes at his friend for a change. The thought of his two best friends ending up together made him downright giddy and there was a relief in the thought that you would both look out for each other.

If only the idiot could take a hint.

Bucky started with light teasing, thinking that Steve knew about your crush on him since it was so painfully obvious. He had to have known. Apparently he was denser than a brick wall so he changed it up to literally pointing it out to him, but he always brushed it aside as just Bucky being the jokester he was.

"You know she's in love with you right?" Bucky smirked at the shorter man.

"Don't be a jerk, Buck."

"Come on, punk. You honestly don't care about her?"

"Of course I care about her!" Steve shook his head when Bucky's smile grew. "She's like a sister to both of us. We both care about her and she cares about us too."

"Not the same way she cares about you," Bucky insisted.

"That's just how Y/N is. She just feels sorry for me sometimes so she does stuff to cheer me up. She's a good friend like that."

Bucky sighed knowing Steve's insecurities ran deep. Heart of gold that one but he had a lot of issues he needed to surpass. He let it go for now, but as you all grew older he saw that your feelings for Steve weren't just a passing crush. His heart ached every time your eyes grew sad when you would pine away at his oblivious friend. He wanted to wring his pal's neck and shake some sense into him.

So he changed tactics again. He had grown into quite the charmer and learned quickly how to woo a dame and leave her a blushing mess. He also learned how jealous and possessive people could get, something he could use to his advantage. He always brought home a sweet treat for you when he came home from camp because the way your eyes light up when you eat candy made him feel good about himself. The compliments he loudly paid you were genuine but also designed to point out to Steve that you were in fact very desirable.

When this doesn't work, he takes you all dancing. He always had a dame on his arm and he made sure she had a friend for Steve as well. He attempted to set you up too with an army friend of his, a good guy he thought would treat you right, but you had refused and threatened to bite him. Having already been bitten by you before, he wasn't keen on a repeat.

How the hell were your teeth so sharp?

The point of setting you both up was supposed to either actually make good matches for you both or push one of you enough to confess their feelings. Win win situation, but luck was never on his side. Steve was always chasing after the attention of some other girl and you were too scared of rejection to make the first more.

Matchmaking for you two idiots was a goddamn nightmare.

His time in the military started to take him away more often and for longer periods of time. He saw less and less of his two best friends. He missed you both terribly and prayed every day that you were well. The letters helped but there nothing like seeing you face to face. You were both home to him and he was feeling homesick. When he unexpectedly got reunited with Steve after his transformation, he was ecstatic. He didn't fully understand how the hell it happened, but he was just so happy that Steve finally got his dream and they could fight side by side like they said they would. The only thing that soured the reunion was the realization that you were by yourself now.

"How's Y/N? I'm worried about her," Bucky asked, a crease forming on his brow at the thought of you without either of them.

"She's a grown woman, Buck. She'll be fine and she'll punch you in the face if you tell her otherwise," Steve said, sharing a laugh with Bucky. "Besides I just saw her recently when she visited camp. I was so excited to tell her everything in person."

He was happily listening to Steve recount your visit, relieved to hear that you were fine. You wrote letters to each other but it was different hearing it from a person he trusted. His smile was going to split his face in half if it grew any wider but he couldn't help it when Steve described the pretty new dress you wore and especially the blue ribbons in your hair. He could almost see you smiling in front of him. He was sorry he missed it. Maybe he'll ask you to visit camp after this mission.

Steve rambled on about what you talked about but Bucky was caught in a daydream that was starring you. He was pulled out of it when Steve mentioned Peggy. He raised his brows and the blonde lowered his head bashfully. He laughed and clapped a hand on the Captain's broad shoulder.

"You're smitten, punk!" he teased, elbowing his side.

"l am. She's a hell of a dame," Steve admitted proudly and Bucky was over the moon for him. "Even Y/N said the same."

That made Bucky pause and he felt all his muscles tense. "Please tell me you didn't introduce Y/N to her when she visited."

"Well, no," Steve frowned as Bucky sighed in relief. "I didn't get the chance to, but Peggy came to call me for a meeting so they kindda did meet. What's the big deal?"

Bucky cursed under his breath and immediately marched away from Steve. He could guess what happened and he knew you were probably devastated from what you found out. It didn't help that you had apparently ran off after that brief encounter with Peggy.

"You really are a punk, Stevie!" he called before he turned the corner, leaving the other man confused. He didn't have time to explain or make his clueless Captain understand.

He needed to get home to you right now.

Bucky was grateful to be allowed a day of leave on such short notice. He would have liked more time, but they had an important mission coming up with Steve. One day will just have to be enough. He would make it enough. He wasted no time in getting home, his leg kept bouncing restlessly the whole way. Suddenly it made sense to him why he hasn't been receiving letters from you as often as he used to. At first he thought it was maybe just a problem with the post, but looking back he should have noticed that the words in your most recent letters read different. They were more clipped, more direct to the point, and almost dull. It was so different from your usual light rambling on the pages that was so lively that he could almost hear your voice and see your bright smile. Sometimes he almost expected you to jump out of the paper yourself.

He should have noticed sooner.

You weren't in your apartment when he arrived, his banging on your door and his voice echoed in the empty room. He was on a full on panic by now as he ran through the streets searching through alleyways and asking around if anyone had seen you. He pulled at his hair as he frantically looked around, desperately trying to figure out where you could have gone to.

In a last ditch effort, he ran himself ragged toward the playground where they first met you. His knees nearly gave out when he saw your familiar figure slumped on a swing with your feet idly moving you back and forth. Even from just seeing your back, he could note the heavy droop of your shoulders as if the very sadness you carried physically pushed you down. Your hair, normally vibrant and charmingly always in some form of disarray, lay limply around your face. A halo that had lost its light.

Circling around, he felt his very soul leave his body when he finally caught sight of your face. Many times he had seen you cry; because of an injury, sad news, and out of frustration. Each time though you had squared your shoulders, jutted your chin out in defiance, and brushed away your own tears. You had a stubborn strength in you that rivaled even that of Steve's and a compassion that made you choose others before your own interests every time.

You cried differently this time and Bucky was at a loss on what to do. You didn't stop the tears this time and it seemed like you were too tired to. You just let them fall freely until they stained your skirts, your body made small jerky movements as you sniffled. Your eyes were red-rimmed and troubled with the pain of a first heartbreak.

Bucky didn't know what to do. He was at a complete loss. He felt powerless and believed that he would only do more harm than good. So he turned around and walked away from you before you could catch sight of him. Before he left, he did the only thing he thought he could do for you. He visited an older woman in the neighborhood, a lady he often helped with errands, and asked her to look out for you. He hoped it would be enough, but he promised that he would do more for you when he returns.

But Bucky didn't return.

The following mission he went on with Steve would lead to his unfortunate fall from the train and his half life as the Winter Soldier. Through the years of torture he tried to hold on to the memory of both you and Steve. He tried to hold on to the image of home and his promise to you. But HYDRA had succeeded in turning him into his worst nightmare and imprisoning him within his own mind.

That day on the Helicarrier, the Winter Soldier fought two very different battles. The first was according to the mission handed to him; ensure Project Insight is launched, kill anyone that gets in the way. The second, much more difficult battle, was within the tormented tangled mess of his consciousness. It started when he first encountered Steve.

"Who the hell is Bucky?"

He had asked it that day and he has been repeating the same question in his mind since then. He landed fist after fist, kick after kick. He shot his gun precisely with the intent to kill. His knives connected with flesh repeatedly. The mission was clear and he would fulfill it. Even so, his mind kept repeating the question.

Who the hell is Bucky?

"You've known me your whole life," the man known as Captain America insisted beneath him as he continued to pummel his face with his fists. "Your name is James Buchanan Barnes."

"Shut up!"

Bucky's head hurt like hell and his pulse quickened, an unnatural occurrence for the assassin. He felt like when he's placed in the chair; scared, confused, in pain. The mention of his full name had ignited a spark in his mind and triggered an indecipherable puzzle of images that he had no hope of solving. They felt like they were his but he recognized none of it. The mess in his brain was only worsened by the fact that his target was no longer fighting back and by the next words he uttered through bloodied lips.

"Cause I'm with you to the end of the line."

Bucky stilled. A memory was trying to push itself to the forefront but there was a solid wall in its way. The confusion he felt started to make him angrier and he reverted back to the one thing he was sure of. His mission. That was when you rammed your whole body into him. He roared in frustration and lashed out at you. You were the pain in the ass with the ice powers.

Bucky did not like the cold.

Therefore he did not like you.

You weren't fighting back much either which he found insulting. He slashed at you expertly with his knife and tore through your protective gear. Suddenly like a punch in the gut, everything stood still for him. Suddenly the noise in his mind faded away to settle on a low buzz. Suddenly the constant rage he felt calmed down. All this brought on by a ribbon on your suit, bright blue and standing in stark contrast against the black material. A name he was never told was echoing repeatedly in his mind.

"Y/N?"

The aircraft exploded then, sending all three of you plunging into the icy river below. He didn't understand why he did it, but he dragged both of your unconscious forms out to shore by instinct. It felt right and somehow familiar as if he's done the same numerous times before. As if this was second nature for him. The blue ribbon on your suit taunted him. There were a million questions running through his mind. Again, acting on instinct alone, he picked you up and carried you away with him. It felt like it was what he was supposed to do.

Waking up in an unfamiliar room with words that were clearly not English bleeding through the walls, bandages wrapped around several body parts, and the world's most infamous assassin pointing a gun at you was the very definition of disorienting. The only reason you weren't going immediately into survival mode was because it was Bucky holding that gun.

"I know you," he grunted.

You were surprised. You weren't expecting him to be the first to talk. To be fair you weren't expecting him to kidnap you either. This gave you hope, but you had to be careful. Bucky may be starting to remember, but he was still mostly the Winter Soldier right now.

"Why did you take me?" you asked, purposely making your voice softer.

"I know you," he repeated, his eyes flashing with annoyance.

"How do you think you know me?"

Instead of answering, he tilted his head the slightest bit to gesture toward the night stand beside your bed. Your ribbons were carefully laid there and you noticed that they had been cleaned. You chuckled darkly. The thought somehow sounded ridiculous to you.

"You remembered me because of my ribbons?"

"I gave them to you," he nodded.

"Your Ma gave them to me."

"No."

Something in the way his hold on the rifle tightened and his jaw clenched told you not to argue. That had been a mistake on your part. You couldn't push him. Not when his eyes told you he was in pain just from the memory alone. You would need to be patient.

It was a month later when he brought it up again as you settled in a different motel in yet another different city. You had followed him without question and without a fight. After the first two weeks he trusted you enough not to restrain you. Your hair was bothering you, sweat making it stick onto your skin. You grabbed the ribbons and tied your hair up the way you liked to do it since you were a child. He stared at you silently for a long time before he spoke barely above a whisper.

"I gave those to you."

You had learned your mistake from the first time. It was wrong of you to outright correct him. These were his memories not yours.

"What do you remember about them?" you asked carefully. He went quiet again and you were worried that you might have pushed too hard again.

"You get annoyed when your hair gets unruly," he started and you just smiled as you waited for him to continue. "I took errands around the neighborhood to earn extra money to buy you those ribbons."

Your heart swelled with affection at the thought of a young Bucky going through all that trouble for you just because he noticed a slight discomfort from you. Something so simple and mundane that you didn't even notice it about yourself.

But Bucky Barnes noticed.

"Thank you, Bucky. I love them. Thank you for doing that for me."

It might have just been a trick of the light but you could have sworn that you saw the ruthless assassin blush. He turned away from you quickly and busied himself with checking the windows before you could confirm it.

"How come your Ma gave it to me and not you?"

"I don't know."

He didn't utter another word to you for the next three weeks, but you were determined to stay with him until he chose to push you away. He never did. If anything he clung on to you tighter with each memory that resurfaced. It was slow progress at first but once it started to pour out of him you became his constant. You became the anchor that steadied him as he navigated his turbulent mind and you didn't allow him to feel guilty that he had taken you.

"You took me, but it was my choice to stay."

That day, by those words, another memory resurfaced. The image of you on a swing set tortured by heartbreak and him turning away leaving a promise he was yet to fulfill. So when Steve chose not to return when he went back in time to put back the stones, he wanted to jump through time himself and beat his punk ass. He had broken your heart and chose another person over you.

Again.

This time though, Bucky didn't walk away from you. Even as he found you afterwards on a bench by the lake in the compound looking exactly like you did that day in the park, he didn't turn away. Even though he still didn't know what to do or say as the tears silently tracked down your cheeks to fix all this for you, he didn't turn away.

This time Bucky sat beside you on the bench and gently took your hand, prying them open to stop you from digging your nails further into your palm. This time he waited as you wept into his shoulder, not interrupting you even as the sun set and your surroundings darkened.

This time he would keep his promise.

A month later, Bucky came barging into your room and slammed your door so hard the frame shook. You were sat on an armchair by the floor to ceiling windows that led to a balcony, taking Bucky's request for you to get a little sun that way since you barely step out of your room now. You were so shocked by Bucky's outburst that your tea sloshed around in the mug you were holding.

Everyone had given you a wide berth since Steve left and you were grateful for it. You had no will to assure people you were fine when you've been feeling more and more lifeless as the days passed. Sometimes you would venture out of your room, practically a ghost that haunts the compound. Only Bucky remained insistently by your side, but he was always gentle. Always trying to coax you into eating and sleeping with softly spoken words and light touches as if you would break at any second. Which is why the fuming look on his face now shocked and unsettled you.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" he growled, his eyes burning with fury.

You realized immediately what he was furious about. You curled yourself instinctively into a ball, hugging your knees to your chest and looking at anywhere but at him. He regretted his reaction seeing you try to make yourself as small as possible. He took a deep breath and gulped down his anger. He wasn't angry at you. Never at you. The anger was more directed at Steve but he wasn't here which was exactly the problem. He slowly approached to kneel in front of you and forced his gruff voice to be gentler.

"Since when did you know you were pregnant, Y/N? I had to find out from Cho when I went to pick up the results from your physical."

"A week before Scott came with the time heist idea."

Bucky swore under his breath. That meant that you participated in the time heist and the fight with Thanos knowing full well that you were carrying life inside you. You could have miscarried or died on several opportunities.

"You didn't tell Steve, did you?"

"No."

Steve would never have allowed you to have anything to do with the last battle if he had known. That much you were sure of. It wouldn't have mattered that your powers seemed to have magnified since you conceived. It wouldn't have mattered that they needed everyone's help. He would also have been too distracted by your condition to fully focus on the mission. So you kept it a secret for the good of the whole endeavor.

"Steve wouldn't have left if he knew."

You looked at Bucky then and looked tiredly at him. You had planned on telling Steve after the last battle but that was when he began to pull away from you. That was when you saw him with the compass again.

"Tony told him before to get a life," you swallowed hard. "He forfeited a life with me in favor of one he finally has a chance to regain. That includes every possible future and new life we could create together. Not choosing me means not choosing all of it."

"He would have stayed," Bucky tried to insist.

"Maybe," you shrugged, the curve of your lips forming a bitter smile. "But for how long this time until he leaves me again?"

Bucky pulled you into his arms then just in time for the tears to fall on his clothed shoulder. There was no use debating the what ifs now. Move forward. You needed to move forward for your sake and for the life growing inside you. He initially thought it was selfish of you not to tell Steve, but didn't you deserve to be selfish for once?

"You're gonna have to start really taking care of yourself now, Y/N. I'm not gonna let you keep going the way you have. Do you understand?"

You pulled away from his embrace but he held your face in both hands, brushing away the tears. You leaned more toward his vibranium hand, the cold metal feeling in harmony with your usual cold skin. You nodded at him.

"I know."

"You're going to eat properly."

"Yes, Bucky."

"You're going to drink whatever healthy shit Cho and Bruce prescribe."

"Okay." You smiled a little when you saw him scrunch his nose in disgust as he imagined the healthy diet you were sure to be put on.

"You're going to go out for walks and not stay cooped up here."

"I promise."

"You're going to go for regular check ups."

"Will you stay with me?" you asked hesitantly. You didn't want to be selfish or force him to do more for you, but now you realize that you would rather not go through this alone. The smile he gave you was warm with reassurance and a teasing lift to it as if he thought you were an idiot for needing to ask that.

"I'm not going anywhere, doll."

Bucky didn't know how much that meant to you. To be able to trust one person again to be there. To trust that you would not be abandoned. To be able to allow yourself to heal. True to his word, Bucky was there for you and only leaving your side when a mission required it. He was there as your stomach grew and he was there when you went into labor.

He paced restlessly outside the delivery room, Sam smirking at him as he sat and watched his friend lose his mind worrying about you. In the beginning, he was allowed inside with you but he had been promptly kicked out when he kept threatening the doctors whenever you screamed in pain. He didn't like seeing you in so much pain and be helpless in doing anything about it.

After what felt like an eternity to him, a nurse came out to tell them they could come see you now. He swears that his heart completely stopped when he saw you; sweaty hair sticking to your skin in a messy tangle, the brightest smile he's ever seen on you in a year, and two squirming bundles in your arms. Whenever you talked about that day, he never failed to mention how you looked like you were practically glowing. Like an angel.

A happy angel.

You offered him one of the babies when he got close enough. He wanted to refuse, hiding his arm behind him in fear of hurting the vulnerable tiny humans. You shook your head and practically shoved the baby into his arms. Bucky was frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do but then the tiny thing started to coo and he just completely melted. He smiled as he tickled the baby's chin. He was filled with gratitude to be part of this moment.

"They're beautiful," he said in awe.

"Have you thought of names?" Sam asked from your side. He was sitting on the bed with his finger tightly grasped by the baby you held.

You lightly kissed the top of the blonde head of the twin in your arms, he blinked up at you with eyes that were the same as yours but just in a sharper shade.

"This one is Anton."

For Anthony Stark.

You smiled affectionately at the other twin Bucky was rocking back and forth. Hair the exact same color as yours peaked out from the blanket along with blue eyes that matched the ones that had enthralled you for a century.

"That one is Roman."

For Natasha Romanoff.

Both boys a perfect mix of you and Steve. Both carrying traits and distinctive qualities from their unique parentage. Both boys, you decided, who would also carry their father's last name. For all the bad that had happened between you, Steve was in essence a good man and you wanted your sons to carry his best qualities.

Bucky took the role of uncle very seriously. He fed them, changed them, played with them and all the while marveling at how these tiny things had come from two of the most important people in his life. He was on his way to the nursery after hearing the twins cry with two warmed up milk bottles holstered, when at the doorway he stopped dead in his tracks at what he saw inside.

"Uh, Y/N?"

"Yeah?" you called from the other room.

"What did Xavier say again about the twins and their powers?"

"Not much. He said he couldn't know for sure. Said it was completely possible for them to not get the mutant gene or it could remain dormant all their lives," you talked absentmindedly as you folded the newly laundered baby clothes. "If it did manifest he said that he can't even say if they'll get ice powers like me. Only time will tell really. Why do you ask?"

"Because I think time is telling now."

You didn't understand what Bucky was going on about but you heard the slight fear in his voice. So with a heavy sigh you crossed the hallway to enter the room only to mirror Bucky's reaction at the scene.

The normally spotless room was in wild disarray with everything from toys to diapers strewn around messily. You had bought one large crib where both boys slept after wailing the whole night when they were placed on separate cots. That large crib now had a suspiciously toddler sized opening.

Where were your boys? Both were sitting on the soft carpet facing each other. Anton, your precious blonde cherub who was already exhibiting a penchant for trouble, was hiccupping nonstop and with each hiccup out came a small ice cube. His eyes were also intermittently flashing an icy blue glow. Roman on the other hand, your blue-eyed darling who rarely cried and had the sweetest temperament, was flailing his arms around directing the same ice cubes from his brother's mouth to zip around above their heads. He was squealing and giggling in glee, thoroughly entertained.

You needed to call Charles.

The following year for you was solely focused on the twins and their needs. Both their powers had manifested so early and were developing quickly perhaps in part due to the serum from their father's genes. You were so happily preoccupied with them that you barely had any time to think of Steve.

Without even realizing it, you had moved on. You didn't cry at the mere mention of him anymore, rather there was a nostalgic fondness now whenever someone says your boys look just like him. Your heart didn't feel like a black hole anymore when you remember that he left, rather it felt like a bright burning star filled with the laughter of rowdy baby boys. A hundred years of love for a person would never fade away but it no longer consumed you. It no longer pained you because you were surrounded by love.

The only regret you felt now was that the twins would never get to know their father. The only guilt you felt was that you hadn't given them that chance because you chose not to tell Steve.

Absolution came from the least expected source.

Both boys toddled over to where you sat seeming to sense your distress, holding hands as they awkwardly climbed onto your lap. Roman placed a pudgy hand on your cheek and stared at you with an intensity you've never seen before. Suddenly images flashed before your eyes, all memories of Steve from the moment you met to the moment he left. All the moments you loved him and all the moments you had been hurt by him. You let out a ragged breath when the flashback stopped and gaped at your toddler. He looked at you as if he held the wisdom of the universe in his young mind.

They knew their father and what happened.

They understood the choices you made.

It's okay, Mama.

We love you, Mama.

Bucky found you then clutching your boys tightly in your arms after the cries of sorrow had turned to relief then to impossible joy. As he watched you, tearful but laughing now, that was when he realized that his feelings for you had outgrown just friendship.

In your youth he was protective of you like a brother would toward his precious little sister. When you stayed with him as he worked through his programming, your friendship became a formidable force that grounded you both to reality when the world threatened to rip you apart. He had needed it when he was regaining his memories and you had needed it when Steve left. He couldn't pinpoint when exactly his love for you changed from cherished friend to the only woman he wanted to be with for the rest of his life, but what was important was that he knew that to be the truth now.

Months later Sam was only too happy to help, teasing Bucky incessantly the whole time. He would take the boys for the evening and tell you to wear something you liked before meeting him in the south side garden. Before Sam could leave to get the boys, he gripped his arm to stop him as the guilt and doubt struck him.

"What if Steve comes back?"

"What if he doesn't?" Sam shrugged.

"But what if he does?"

Sam nodded and faced him, recognizing that this was legitimately troubling his friend. He held Bucky by both shoulders and gave him a gentle shake.

"After everything we've seen I can't reassure you that it won't happen." Sam saw the hard tick on the man's jaw and hurried to continue. "Look, man. Steve made his choice. You and Y/N are entitled to your own."

Bucky was nervous. It was the most nervous he's ever felt in his whole life. He was calmer on a mission staring death in the face than he was at that moment. He was more confident looking through a sniper scope than at that moment. He kept fidgeting with his jacket, his shirt, his hair. He didn't know what to do with his hands. His palms felt wet. Can vibranium hands sweat? He didn't know.

"Bucky?"

Your small voice snapped him out of his panic and when he laid eyes on you he could have sworn that everything moved in slow motion. You wore a simple dress, one of your favorites, one he had told you brought out the color in your eyes. You were shyly smiling at him as you tucked an errant strand of hair behind your ear, your blue ribbons peaking from behind.

Beautiful. Breathtakingly beautiful.

"You did all this? It's magical, Bucky."

He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. He had transformed a small area on the grounds for the night. A small table for two was set with food he knew you liked because whenever you ordered it was the same thing you asked for. Wine was set aside to accompany dinner alongside sweet treats he knew you always craved. All around he scattered candles and lanterns, casting a soft romantic glow. He wanted to smack himself when he suddenly remembered the flowers he had put down on the chair, rushing to retrieve them and present them to you.

You beamed up at him as you gratefully accepted and sniffed at the familiar smell of your favorite flowers. You thanked him and all the words just seemed to escape Bucky. He wanted to tell you now before dinner because he knew his nerves wouldn't allow him to keep anything down, but he just couldn't find the words.

How do I tell her?

You placed a cool hand to his cheek and it was only then that he noticed that his heart was practically jumping out of his chest. Your touch and gentle eyes worked quickly to calm him. He used to hate the cold. He used to fear it. All he knew of the cold was pain, torture, and enslavement.

That was before. Now cold meant the comfortable feel of your skin. Now cold meant the way you laughed when the twins managed to rope him into whatever they wanted because he just couldn't say no to them. Now cold meant movie nights with you where you always fell asleep in the middle and how you curled into his side. Now cold meant unnecessarily competitive snowball fights in the middle of summer.

Now the cold meant you.

"It's okay, Bucky," you said softly, eyes dancing with the lights. "I love you too."

His eyes widened comically. Had he already said the words without even knowing it? Had he just blurted it out inelegantly? He had meant to tell you in the best way he could possibly verbalize it. He wanted you to hear from him how he thought you were the most beautiful person in the world to him. He wanted to tell you how his whole world stopped and began with you. Did he just mess it up?

A realization hit him that made him freeze before he laughed loudly, releasing all the tension and apprehension in his body in one swoop. You giggled, knowing what he had just understood.

"Roman?" he chuckled as you nodded.

"And Anton wanted me to give you this."

You took his hand in yours and placed in his palm a small block of ice in the approximate shape of a heart. It was awkwardly shaped but close enough to be easily recognized. Bucky couldn't help but laugh some more as he rolled over the cold token in his hand. Two toddlers had the foresight to know that he would be a nervous wreck and had offered their encouragement.

Emboldened by the glowing approval of two small children, he grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours the way he's wanted to since the moment he realized his feelings for you. Gentle yet firm. Delicate yet sure. The world stopped and ceased to exist around you both. All there was were soft lips, rough calloused hands, and the silent promise of better days to come.

Hesitantly, you parted and both your eyes slowly opened only to gaze affectionately at each other. Bucky kept his hands cupping your face, his thumbs stroking lazily. This time the words came to him easily.

"I love you, Y/N."

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Lazy Morning

summary: bucky gets up with the most precious thing ever.

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warning(s): fluff, kissing, none

words count: 652 words

A/N: this is so random because it’s 4.20 am right now and i cannot sleep. also my first post here! i’m sorry this sucks!! (wrote on my phone)

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it’s 8 in the morning that you wake up with the light passes through the glass barrier of the window.

you feel the cool crisp morning air on your face. but, there, behind you, your super soldier boyfriend. he’s very warm. still sleeping peacefully with his face nuzzling into your neck and wrapping his arms around you. you are indeed in heaven with the man of your dreams. yes, you really are.

bucky barnes, the most purest human being ever.

slowly, you move, turning around to lie on your back. with your faces only inches apart, you admire him, his beautiful face that you’ll never ever get tired of. oh he is so beautiful, not that you don’t know that, though. his soft parted lips that you’ll never get tired of kissing them. he looks so comfortable. in peace that he does not show any sign that he’s going to wake up any time soon. but oh you’re so wrong.

“you’re staring, it’s creepy, you know”, his voice, raspy. you don’t get to see his beautiful ocean blue eyes just yet. ah this man.

“well, i just admire you”, you say.

humming softly, he tightens his arms around you. “really? hmm what is it there to admire”, he smiles, still closing his eyes -does not want to get up yet.

“well”, you say, cupping his face with both of your hands, “this”, giving him a soft peck on his lips “that i swear i will never stop kissing them, and this”, kissing his nose “i can’t help but bop em every chance i have”, he chuckles, “this and this and this and this”, you give him kisses everywhere on his face. he’s so content he can’t stop smiling. oh how lucky he is.

opening his eyes slowly, he looks at you like you are the most beautiful thing in the whole universe which is you are, to him. “good morning babydoll”.

“good morning to you too, sergeant”, your hands cupping his cheeks. “you sleep well?”

“always sleep well with my girl”, he grins.

“i love you, so much”

“i love you too, bucky but now we have to get up because i have so many things to do today”, you say, struggling to get rid of his grip.

“nah, we are not going to do anything today, baby”, he pleads softly, “let’s just sleep in the whole day today, those things can wait”, tightening his arms around you, refusing to let you go.

“but buck-“

“no buts, besides it’s still early”, giving you his puppy eyes.

no, of course, you can’t say no to him. never going to say no to him. never. he’s too soft, looking at you with his puppy eyes. getting comfortable in his arms, you say, “you know baby, you’re lucky you’re cute”.

he smiles at that, leaning closer, he kisses you. he kisses your forehead, he kisses both of your eyes, your nose, your cheeks. everywhere on your face. and finally, his lips met with yours. deepening the kiss. not sure how long it is you’re kissing but you pull away because you are out of breath.

bucky is now looking at you again, staring at you. admiring you. it’s love. you can see it in his eyes. you know that look. that is also the look you give to him. you know how he’s feeling because that’s exactly how it is you’re feeling.

you love this man so much. he loves you so much, too.

bucky, gently stroking your bottom lip with his thumb. leaning again, kissing you again.

that’s it. he wants this. he does not want to get up yet. no. he wants to be here with you. and so are you. and that’s all you both do.

lying in bed. tangling in sheets. in each other’s arms. kissing all day.

never want to get up yet when you are in each other’s embrace.

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It’s a Deal (Chapter 11)

Chapter Summary: Bucky is ready for commitment.  

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 4.6k

Warnings: fluff. Bucky is so smitten.

A/N: It’s been 84 years, but I hope you have fun! Thank you, @lesqui, for reading it over and helping me out with English and everything. The link to my masterlist, where you can find the other chapters, is on my description. Feedback is highly appreciated.

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  Placing your hands on each side of your hips, you smirk at the popped-up screen in your office. Another project you just nailed. Ever since the promotion, your productivity has increased tenfold and you feel as motivated as ever, your creativity on a top level. Also, the last few weeks, after you decided you needed some time alone, you did set more focus on yourself and your own projects. Work being one of them.

It’s weird to say the least… you’ve been busier than ever and yet, it seems like you actually have much more time to yourself now. You’ve been reading books you’ve bought but never really got to read them, eating ice-cream at 3am as you watch The Return of the King for the millionth time, your drawers are finally organized and so is your precious DVD collection. You got to explore a great number of parks and spots you’ve never been before, even living in New York for so long. You’ve been going out a lot and catching up with friends and family. 

It was a good decision. You remember in your relationship with Eddie there were always obstacles for you to hang out with people outside the small inner circle of you as a couple. Sometimes the obstacles were subtle, and not always brought solely by Eddie, but also by you who let yourself get involved in that dynamic. You had no idea how much you missed people that were yours only, and not yours and Eddie’s.

It’s been great to be single. Really, really single for the first time in your adult life. No boyfriends or fiancées, no booty-calls or deals. Completely single… A title and state of mind you didn’t really get to enjoy in the first months of being broken up, being too heartbroken to even think of everything you could do with your life then.

Deciding to be alone for a while…It was a great and reasonable decision.

You have to admit something to yourself, though.

Sometimes you just wanna throw “great” and “reasonable” out of the window. Because you do miss him… A lot.

Finding out how he’s changed his mind and predisposition towards your relationship has messed quite a bit with your mind… and heart. You weren’t expecting that at all and now you don’t really know what to do with the chaos that’s bringing upon your feelings. And what’s making it even messier is the other guy who also changed his mind and predisposition towards your relationship… you weren’t expecting that either… however, that particular change of heart hasn’t been making your own heart jump each time you think of it…

Squeaky little yells and an animated chattering sound of female voices catch your attention to outside your office. Your previous smirk turns into a smile while you shake your head to yourself. That type of commotion only ensues when a certain someone drops by the Tech Department.  

With a wave of your hand, you shut down the screen you’ve been working on, before moving towards the sound. What you come to find a few stops outside your office, at the Department’s common area, is a little circle of your female coworkers around a Super Soldier. He’s always a hit among your coworkers, but today it seems like they’re even in a bigger frenzy, fussing around something that he seems to be holding in his arms. You attempt to catch an eye of it, but the bodies in front of you make it quite hard.

He spots you as you approach them and opens a huge grin at your sight.

You smile back at him just as widely and after you come closer and some of the girls make room, your eyes widen and a small little gasp slips out of you when you finally find out what the fuss is all about. They are all cooing and marveling at a beautiful cat on Bucky’s arms, white as snow on a mountain peak, standing there like royalty, staring back like they’re nothing but proud of being where they are.

“Hey,” Bucky greets, prompting your eyes to focus back on him.

“Hi, there,” you answer back while your gaze carries an amused question mark at him.

He lifts a hard drive with his free hand to your vision field, “We collected this last mission, it’s some alien stuff,” he offers you the drive, keeping his eyes on yours.

As you gaze at each other, you reach for the little device. His fingers brush against yours and that’s precisely when the chattering around both of you becomes nothing but a distant and vague noise that barely reaches your senses… until a loud clear of throat sound stands out.

“Alright, girls, let’s get back to our desks and let these two, ahm… work,” Camilla, your closest friend there, gives you a pointed look and a discrete curve curls the corner of her lips as she leads the group - which looks far from happy about it - away.  

When your gaze meets Bucky again, he’s got that shit-eating grin of his that tells you the little interaction between you and your friend didn’t quite skip from his attention.

You bite your lip and are about to say something when he beats you to it, “Sorry, I had to bring her with me.” He looks down at the cat on his arm and gives it a gentle shake, grinning down at her while she looks up at him before her incredibly blue eyes shut in what looks like sheer contentment, “This little girl right here started whining at the door when I was leaving… she just can’t leave my side anymore.” Bucky shrugs and ticks his tongue, before winking at you.

You chuckle, finding the surprising scene before you nothing less than adorable. The fact that you enjoy being in the presence of his charm again doesn’t go unnoticed by you, but you say nothing about it, “It’s ok, of course. I love cats. What’s her name?”

“Y/N, this is Alpine. Alpine this is Y/N,” he introduces you two with pride lacing his voice.

“Oh, hello, Alp-” your attempt of petting the cat comes to an abrupt halt with you withdrawing your hand at the loud hiss the animal aims at you.

Your eyes snap at Bucky to see his jaw dropping and his eyes widening with a mix of shock and fluster, “Fucking Christ,” he gasps, before looking down at the cat who now licks its paws absentmindedly, “What the hell, missy? Apologize. Apologize now,” he scolds, gaining absolutely no reaction in response.

He scoffs, looking back at you with incredulous lifted eyebrows.

You laugh, mainly at his attempt of making Alpine apologize, “Don’t worry…” You wave him off, “How did that happen, though? I don’t remember you having a cat.” You narrow your eyes just when your head tilts.

He bites his lower lip before an almost cringing smile forms on his lips, “Oh well…”

 A FEW WEEKS BEFORE…

 “Weren’t the Skrulls, like, actually good guys?” Bucky frowns, shoving one of his post-missions Oreos in his mouth and crossing his ankles over the spaceship’s dash.

“Every bunch has its bad apple, I guess,” from the pilot’s seat Natasha shrugs, eyeing the apple in question from over her shoulder.

“You’ll regret this,” threatens the prisoner, who’s actually a Skrull slaver named Gragnon and has his hands and feet securely tied up, stuck on a sit at the back of the ship. Still, he tries to get up and advance towards the front, but a shield of red mist surges in front of him, making him fall back on the chair again with a growl.

Wanda, the third member of the party on that mission, smirks from her seat right behind Nat’s.

Nat rolls her eyes, “What a douche… Talos has been leading a search for him for years now, he’d be thankful we’re taking him to them. Feet off the dash, please.” 

Bucky quickly obeys, pulling down his legs to the floor as Wanda snickers.  

“In fact… we should thank the success of this mission to a certain someone, who came up with a device to break alien codes.” The cheeky smile on Wanda’s face as she started speaking only fades so she can shoot a glare back at the prisoner, who’s now revolved by a red mist dome.

“Damn right.” A dreamy little curl pulls Bucky’s lips as he swings on his seat and passes the bag of Oreos to Wanda.

“Jesus,” Nat scoffs, setting the ship on autopilot, before swirling her chair to see both Bucky and Wanda, “Could you ever imagine this could be possible? That this guy would someday be that smitten over someone?” she questions Wanda.

“Not in a million years. I don’t know Y/N that well, but I bow to her.” Wanda mimics the gesture before shoving a cookie in her mouth.

Bucky doesn’t even drop the dreaminess of his smile. He is smitten… completely… utterly… and fuck if that doesn’t feel damn good. He always thought that kind of feeling would be a pain in the ass, boring and painful. It is not. He feels like singing, dancing, hugging every human being and alien he comes across. Fuck, he would hug the Gragnon dude if it didn’t mean to get a kick in the ass from Natasha. It’s been ages that he doesn’t really get high on anything, but that feeling… he’s definitely hooked on it.  There’s not a doubt inside him anymore and he’s in love with being in love with you.

“So, spill it,” Nat crosses her legs, swinging on her chair “You really went to her place and poured your heart out to her? Right after her ex proposed to her?” She questions, “What did she say?”

“Well, first she thought I was kidding and laughed her ass off…” He shakes his head with the same dreamy little smile on his lips, “Then, when she realized I was not, she started crying and, of course, so did I.” He shrugs, ignoring when Nat and Wanda exchange looks, “She wasn’t expecting that from me at all, and, we can’t really blame her can we?” 

“Definitely not.”

“Nope.”

Bucky chuckles at the unison response from her friends before leaning over and snatching the bag of cookies from Wanda, before giving them the details of his talk with you, having their undivided attention.  “And she said she needs some time alone, being single, I mean, to sort her feelings out… Also, it seems like she doesn’t think I can’t deal with the kind of commitment that being in love requires,” he says with a mouthful.

“Oh, honey…” Nat tilts her head.

He notices the sympathy on hers and Wanda’s expressions and waves his hand to brush her worries off, “No, no. None of that. All in all, it went pretty well. As much as I wished it would be different, I think her decision is fair. At least she didn’t say yes to the jackass with the ring,” he huffs, “I wasn’t really expecting her to throw herself in my arms. At least, not just yet.” He smirks.

“What?” Natasha shoots a look at Wanda before turning to him, “You’re not stepping aside?”

Bucky snorts at the question, “Are you kidding me? The first broad I ever fall in love with and you think I’ll leave the path free for that short little clown who thinks ten years matter?” He lets out an exaggeratedly loud laugh, “I’ve lived more than one hundred of them. Ten years mean nothing to me, and soon enough she’ll realize it doesn’t have to mean much to her, either.” A small smile rises on his face, “Of course she can have the time for herself she wants, find out what’s like being single. She deserves that. And she can think and figure out all she needs… have her fun... It’s all good…” He nods, “But in the meanwhile? I’ll be around romancing the shit out of that woman,” he states, right before tossing another cookie in his mouth.

“Holy shit,” Wanda addresses Natasha, with both eyebrows high on her forehead.

“I know…” Nat answers with an equally dumbfounded look on her face, before turning to Bucky, “Listen,” she sighs and tilts her head, “I hate to be such a killjoy here, but… I get you’re in love, and I know this is new and exciting for you.” She’s smiling before her lips tighten, “Having said that… I think she might have a point about you not being ready for commitment Bucky, you never wanted that. I’m gonna be honest here, I’m the one who set what you two had up because I thought it wouldn’t lead to this…” She waves all around him, “Feelings, I mean… and I would hate myself if you two ended up hurt because of it.” She focuses an apprehensive gaze on him while Wanda also rests her attention on him, looking like she agrees with her friend.

Bucky takes a good look between the two of them before putting into words the answer that’s so clear on his head now, “I know it may sound weird and uncharacteristic of me. Trust me, I know that.” He nods at Natasha, taking a moment to silently communicate with her in the way that has been always so easy for the two of them, “You’re right, I’ve never wanted that. Settling down to just one person, commit to a long term relationship…But with her,” he sighs and the corner of his lips curl up without further notice, “I want her and I want all of that with her, the whole package. I’m ready. I’m not afraid. I think the reason I didn’t want all of that before is because I hadn’t met her yet. That’s it. Simple as that. I know it’s not going to be easy, but to hell with easy. I want her. And I want her hard.”

Wanda already has a huge grin on her face when a satisfied little smirk twists Nat’s lips, “That’s what Amanda said.”

Bucky’s eyes widen before he squints at her, “What’ve you been up to?”

Nat puts on a nonchalant face and reaches forward to grab a cookie from the package. She takes a bite and shrugs, “Poor girl… needed some comfort after being let down by your buddy down there.”

Bucky lets out an outraged scoff and throws a cookie on her way, from which she dodges easily as she laughs, “I bet you were of great help in consoling her… Jesus… Amanda and you? The world isn’t ready.” He shakes his head.

Natasha sports a smug smile on her face when she nods her agreement, “You’re not wrong.”

“Alright, as much as I want to hear all about this Amanda girl, we’re getting close to the Skrull base now and we need you to land us, Nat,” Wanda nods towards the dash.

“Copy that,” Natasha makes a military salute at her, before shifting her seat and taking control of the ship again.

“And as for you,” Wanda turns to Bucky, “I don’t need to read what’s on your mind to know you’re telling us the truth. You’re ready for commitment,” she offers him a soft smile, which he reciprocates, “And if you really wanna show her that, I may have an idea.” Her smile turns into a devious little smirk and that’s enough to pique Bucky’s interest.

~~~

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Bucky asks, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walks alongside Wanda through the busy sidewalks of Manhattan, “I mean… I know I said yes, but it is one hell of a commitment, what if it’s not for me?”

“Don’t worry, Bucky,” she smiles, “We’re just gonna take a look around, feel the vibe, and then see what happens. You don’t have to decide anything just yet,” she assures, wrapping an arm around his elbow as he looks down at her, “I just think it’s a good idea for you to get to know a bit more of this sudden inclination to commit…to experiment, I guess,” Wanda shrugs, “Besides, a dear friend of mine runs the shelter and the girl knows her stuff. If she feels like you’re not ready, she won’t allow you to get out of there with one of her babies.”

Bucky lets out a laugh. Feeling a little lighter about the subject, he places his hand over the one Wanda has wrapped around his arm, “Alright… I’m not opposed to the idea of having a dog, I guess. I always loved Labradors…” he frowns, “I would have to switch apartments, though…”

“Look at you.” Wanda nudges her shoulder on him, “Already making plans for your child…”

“Child…” Bucky can’t help but snort. He had agreed to Wanda’s idea of going to an animal shelter because he thought it would be a good way to show you he’s ready for commitment and, like he said, he’s always been fond of dogs and he’s sure if he ends up taking one home he’ll treat them well. But he also never understood how some people could be so attached to an animal to the point of considering them a child, or family…“I don’t know… I’m definitely not taking a pet home today. I agree with you, I shouldn’t decide anything just yet.”

As they walk past a small alleyway, Wanda halts, forcing him to stop with her.

“What?” Bucky frowns down at her.

“Shhh,” she brings a finger to her lips, staring towards the alleyway, “Listen.”

That’s when Bucky’s enhanced hearing catches the thin and shaky little sound coming through the trash cans.

“Come on,” Wanda pulls him to the alley and towards the cans.

What they find behind one of the containers, among all the filth around is a ball of white fur. Curled up and shaking just like the meows they heard seconds ago. A cat, a young adult white cat looks up and a pair of baby blue eyes meets Bucky’s and he just can’t look away from the plea on them and it’s just when something clicks inside his chest.

“Oh, no, look,” Wanda points at the tail, that has an evident injury on it, but when she leans down to examine it further, the animal flinches and rushes towards Bucky’s legs, letting out another trembling and weak meow. Bucky freezes as it starts climbing up his calves. 

Given the poor coordination on their back little legs – probably from the damage on the tail- it can go much higher,  but keeps trying. After the initial surprise, Bucky can’t help but to smile at the little fighter, who seems to reach out at him for protection. Next thing he knows, he’s leaning down and picks it up with all the caution he can muster.

“Hello, little lady… what happened there, huh?” He coos, nodding towards the small injury, which looks like a bite, having the cat meowing while bumping and rubbing the head against his chest.

“Is it a female?” Wanda tilts her head, an amused and questioning expression on her face.

Bucky smirks, not taking his eyes away from the animal, who is now quiet and seems much calmer, but digging her little claws on Bucky’s shirt, “I know a beautiful lady when I see one. Don’t I, gorgeous?”

A purring sound comes out of the now contented animal, the small injury on her tail apparently not being a problem anymore while she climbs higher and practically hugs Bucky with her little paws, whose fur is smudged by dirt, making his heart take a flip in his chest. Damn his heart nowadays…

“Aww, Bucky…” Wanda smiles, placing her hand over her heart, “What are we going to do? Should we take her to the shelter?” Wanda offers, with a bit of tentativeness on her voice.

Bucky’s eyes widen largely, before they snap to her friend. A protective tightness laces his hold on Alpine, who lets out another weak meow. Shit… Alpine? When the hell did he even come up with a name? Fuck if he knows, all he knows he’s done for and can’t possibly think of parting from that white furry little thing, who seems to have gone through a lot in her life already and probably has never met with human kindness before.

He doesn’t need to say anything as understanding falls upon Wanda’s face. He would even guess there’s a bit of pride adorning the smile on her lips now, “Alright, alright… we do need to take Alpine to the vet, though, Mr. I’m not gonna take a pet home today.” She winks.

~~~

PRESENT DAY…

“Oh well…” Bucky scratches the back of his neck while you keep your beautiful interested eyes on him, “I found this beauty on the street… she had an injured tail, poor thing… probably bitten by a dog. But she’s fine now, aren’t you, sweetie?” He coos, putting on the new tone of voice that belongs to Alpine now and loving the sound of your chuckle, “You know… I’m fully committed to taking care of her. I’m a cat dad now.” He says, putting some effort to highlight the word “committed”.

“I can see that…” you comment, nodding with a glimmer of fondness in your gaze at where Alpine is cuddled against him with eyes closed, completely relaxed.

Bucky looks down and smiles. That one is too cute for her own good, but he’s definitely having a talk with her later, for hissing at you like that, like he hadn’t given her a lecture about good behavior and how incredible you were before they left home.  

“So, it’s been a while, huh? How’re you doing?” He asks softly, boring his eyes on you and holding back every ounce of him to not pull you to his arms and shower you with all the intense love he’s gathering in his chest at your sight in front of him. If it was up to him, he wouldn’t have spent those long weeks apart from you, but he met with missions and an Alpine in the way. Also, as much as he’s resolved to show you he’s the one for you, he understands you needed time for yourself. But, hell, he missed you so much.

“Oh, I’m good, I’m good… pretty good,” you ramble, brushing a finger behind your ear, that thing you do when you become a bit self-conscious, which happens often when he places his gaze so intently on you.

He can’t help but smile, his chest impossibly swelled with his feelings for you, because that woman who becomes all flustered with his attention is the same woman who whined to suck his dick while shitfaced after a party. Damn, he’s so in love with you.

“That’s great...Are you free tonight?” He asks, smoothly, “Wanda and Sam will make hamburgers, they’re one hell of a team in the kitchen, you’ll be welcome to come if you want to.”

“Oh… I…” You falter.

“I’m not trying anything, I promise,” He’s quick to add with a chuckle and raises his free hand up, noticing the trepidation in your voice. “Everyone’s gonna be there. We’re just gonna eat and hangout.” He shrugs.

“Oh… no, it’s not that, it’s just…” You tighten your lips “I’ve got plans.” Something Bucky guesses to be disappointment or something like that sweeps into your voice. As for him, he holds his breath, bracing himself for the news that you’re going out with that douche of an ex, “I’m gonna meet some friends from college tonight. I got a reservation for us for dinner and then we’re gonna go dance…”

Bucky lets out a breath and the smile that grows in his face is wide when he says, “Oh, alright. That sounds like fun.” Really, really fun, especially if that jackass isn’t involved. He’s not disappointed. Far from it.  

You smile back at him, matching his mood. It doesn’t slip from his attention that you seem a bit surprised by his reaction at you declining an invitation from him in favor to hang out with your friends, but he says nothing of it.

“Yeah… I’ve been getting reacquainted with them lately,” you say, excitement plastered on the little curve of your lips and the glint in your eyes, “It’s been fun. I’d love to get to know Wanda and Sam’s talent in the kitchen, though….Maybe some other time?” You offer.

“Sounds perfect, sweetheart.”

The term of endearment brings the effect he was aiming for when you promptly does that thing with your finger on your ear again, but it was also noticed by the other girl in the room and currently in his arm, who seems to wake up from her comfort slumber against his chest to hiss at you again.

You look at each other in widened eyes.

“What the hell,” Bucky scolds down at the cat, glancing at you briefly, catching your now amused expression, before addressing Alpine again in a whispery voice, “We’re gonna have a talk back home, young lady.”

~~~

“What a number you put out there, huh?” His voice is gentle despite the reprimanding intention in his words while Bucky crouches and fills her little plate with the special food the vet recommended.

With her crystal-clear eyes glued on the plate, Alpine doesn’t really acknowledge his half attempt of admonishing her before digging in.

Bucky chuckles, “She’s cute, isn’t she? But so are you,” He scratches the back of her ear and she stops eating for a moment to brush her head against his hand, “You don’t have to be jealous, doll. You’re so cute, you’re my girl, too, you know?” he coos, still petting her, “But you gotta help me out there buddy. Ok? She’s really special and I know you’ll love her, too.”

Alpine lets out a weak meow before getting back to her plate and Bucky swears to God he sometimes wonders if the cat is some sort of shapeshifter in disguise, understanding every little thing he says.  

Letting her out to eat, he stands up, “Hey, Friday,” he calls.

“Yes, Bucky?”

“Could you search for a table reservation in the name of Y/N Y/L/N tonight? I need the address of the place.”

A small silence ensues before the A.I speaks again, “Isn’t it a bit creepy?”

He sighs, placing his hands on his hips, “Friday… babe…” He smiles at the giggles that resound in his kitchen, before bringing a hand to his heart, “I’m in love, ok? I’m not gonna ruin her night…If anything, I’m just going to make her night out with her friends more… interesting.”

“Alright, you know I can’t say no to you,” the A.I concedes, “You can find the address in your phone’s map. Good luck, handsome.”

“Thanks, babe,” Bucky grins, before turning to Alpine, who’s now about done with her food, sprawled on the floor busy with cleaning out her paws, “And you?” He calls, catching her attention before he points at her, “You’ll have burgers with your aunt Wanda. I have plans for tonight.”  

~~~

To be continued...

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet (1)

Warnings: this series will be a shorter one and will include blood/blood kink, cutting, noncon, and other triggers to be warned in future parts.

This features Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes and is explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You unintentionally find yourself at an awkward impasse with your boyfriend's best friend.

Note:

So, I’m transferring this over from ao3! It’s two parts so far but I just kept procrastinating so if you didn’t see it over there, here it is on Tumblr.

I love you all and I always cherish your feedback and comments and wouldn't mind some on this piece here as well. It's never an obligation but always loved.

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It felt like you were always waiting on Steve. He was an important man and his time was equally as important. It wasn’t a surprise that he was so divided between his personal and professional life and you weren’t bitter for it. You learned to live with it. It was a precious sort of patience knowing that when his time was yours, it was spent without waste.

You sat with your phone pressed to your thigh. You were early but when it came to Steve, you were always early. You’d headed over right after work and he warned you his meeting might go late. You didn’t mind the wait so much. You knew most of his colleagues in the tower and it was almost like a second home.

You flipped your phone and checked the time again. You frowned. Even if time passed quickly, it felt too long. Those minutes dwindling that you could be with Steve. You couldn’t be upset; his work was demanding and at times, dire. And he was worth the wait.

As you sighed and flicked through your apps, looking for a distraction, you were startled by a shadow in your peripheral. Bucky had a habit of sneaking up on you and everyone else. His steps were light and measured. You glanced over as he waved to you with two fingers, his other hand clung to a slender metal box. You eyed it as you said ‘hello’ and dropped your phone into your purse.

“Waiting on Steve again?” He stopped on the other side of the empty chair behind you.

“He’s just wrapping up,” you shrugged, “What are you still doing here? You’re usually the first one out.”

“Oh, uh, just picking something up,” he gestured to the box. “Thought I’d stick around and get some practice in.”

You raised a brow and looked at the box again. “Well, what’s the mystery?”

“Ah,” he sat beside you and shifted in the chair. He rested the box on his leg and gripped the lid. He stopped himself and peered over at you. “I lent this to Sam on a mission and he didn’t return it in one piece.” He slowly unclasped the case and opened it. “It’s my favourite combat knife. A kabar. Not standard army issue, but I made a barter for it as we were taking over for a company of Marines.”

You eyed the long knife and its thick handle. Your eyes rounded. You weren’t unused to the presence of weapons but Bucky was so casual about it, it was almost scary.

“Oh,” you blinked, “Wait, you mean, way back…”

“1944.” He declared as he took it off the cushion, “It’s a relic. Well, the handle at least.” He balanced it with his vibranium finger, “You see?”

He turned the handle towards you. You eyed the butt where three letters had been engraved along the metal joint; JBB. You tilted your head as you leaned closer.

“Here,” he made it wobble, “Take it.”

“What? No… I don’t think I should,” you laughed.

“Go on. It’s fine.” He goaded, “What else are you gonna do? Your old man’s sure taking his time.”

“I’m not to be trusted with sharp objects,” you kidded, “If Steve was here, he’d tell you as much.”

“Boo,” he chided, “Don’t worry. I’ve trained greener than you. Just keep your hand on the handle and your fine.”

He waved the handle toward you and you tutted. Reluctantly, you accepted the knife and held it to the light as you admired the blade. It was large and you shuddered as you imagined it slicing through human flesh. You had no doubt it would do so easily.

“It’s a nice knife,” you remarked as you turned it in your hand, “Here.”

You slowly offered it to him but in your haste to be rid of the kabar, it slid in your grasp. You overcompensated for the slip and fumbled it completely. Without thinking and against Bucky’s sudden ‘don’t’, you tried to catch it before it could fall. The edge of the blade sliced your palm before the knife embedded in the floor.

You hissed and recoiled as you held your hand. Bucky shoved the metal box from his thigh and lowered it onto the floor. He turned to you and stared at your bloody palm as you tried to stems the flow.

“Shit,” he searched his pockets, “Are you okay?”

He got up and grabbed the box of tissues from the table on the other side of you. He sat again and pressed a wad of six tissues to your hand as he cradled it. He pushed and you winced with a whimper.

“Gotta apply pressure to slow the flow,” he said, “You’re fine. Probably just need some stitches.”

“Stitches?” You gulped, “Oh.”

You felt woozy as the sight of your own blood. You flinched as he clung to your hand, sandwiched between both of his as the tissue turned red. You heard footsteps along the next hall and you peeked over your shoulder as another appeared at behind you.

“Hey, you two,” Steve chimed, “Funny you ran into--” He choked on his words and rushed forward. “Woah, what happened?”

Steve knelt beside your chair and as good as snatched your hand from Bucky. The movement made your hand throb and Bucky watched Steve with a frown. He stood with a grumble and retrieved his knife from the floor and scooped up the box. Steve moved into the empty chair without looking.

“What were you doing?” Steve snapped.

“I dropped his knife. I was… well, you know how clumsy I can be.” You shook your head, “I’m fine.”

“His knife?” Steve looked back at Bucky and quickly turned back to you, “You let her play with that thing?”

“She’s not a kid, Steve,” Bucky sniffed.

“Maybe not but she got hurt,” Steve snipped.

Bucky pursed his lips and was silent Steve continued to mop up the blood as you watched the other man. Bucky lifted the knife and looked it over. You saw a tint of red along its edge and his blue eyes traced it before he lowered it into the case. He snapped it shut and held it in his metal hand as he left bloody fingerprints on it with his other.

He paused and held up his real hand. He turned it and looked at you between his fingers. His cheek twitched and his eyes returned to his stained flesh. His mouth curved slightly and he brought his fingers closer to his face and seemed to smell them. You gasped as Steve jostled your hand and Bucky poked out his tongue to drag it over your blood as it dripped his knuckles. His fingertips lingered on his lips and he pushed two fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. He took a deep breath and his dusky eyes bore into you. You were stunned. Were you hallucinating from blood loss? It couldn’t be that bad.

You looked down and Steve checked beneath the tissues.

“Come on. We should head down to Med and get you some stitches,” Steve stood and drew you up with him. With your hand in one of his, he reached over and took your purse from the table. “Well, now you know not to play with knives.” Steve spun and pulled you along, “And you know not to let her.” He reproached Bucky.

“She’s fine. It’s shallow.” Bucky said, though his voice was thick and stunted.

“This time,” Steve rebuffed and kept, “Come on, sweetheart.”

“See ya later, I guess,” Bucky called after you.

“Later,” Steve said sharply without pause.

🩸

Steve didn’t stay mad for long, if he ever was. His worry often got the best of him. He even said it himself and apologized. He dealt with enough blood on the job, he didn’t need it at home. You agreed it was stupid but it wasn’t Bucky’s fault; it was just an accident. You promised, at least, to stick to kitchen knives.

You also made sure that Steve apologized to Bucky. You felt bad after you were all stitched up and thought of the defeat in his voice. Yet, you couldn’t shake the image of Bucky licking your blood from his fingers. You were sure you’d imagined it. You had to have. You had been in so much pain and it had all happened so fast…

You pushed the thoughts away. You were stupid. It didn’t happen. Bucky wasn’t like that. He wouldn’t do that. He just wouldn’t.

A week passed. You didn’t see him again, even when you waited for Steve. Stark was hosting another event and the tower was in a frenzy. Steve was being awarded for his humanitarian work and while Tony didn’t like sharing the spotlight, his name would be mentioned enough to assuage his ego.

Saturday came and you enjoyed a quiet morning as Steve went over his speech and you got ready together. You were still unused to being attached to him at these events; the cameras made you tense and the strangers had you reaching for another wine glass. He made it easier though; he reassured you when in doubt and was able to easily sweep you away from any awkward situation. Steve wasn’t the just the world’s saviour, he was yours.

You arrived and followed Steve past the press. He stopped to say a few words and take some photos but didn’t tarry long.

“Come on,” he pulled you through the doors, “There’ll be enough pictures inside.”

“Ow,” you moaned as he grabbed your bandaged hand.

“Shit, sorry,” he hooked his arm through yours instead, “I still can’t believe you did that.”

“Me either.” You laughed.

“You know, if you knew how to keep hold of a knife, you might actually be a worthy opponent.”

“Maybe,” you poked his arm, “You better hope I never learn how.”

He chuckled and guided you around the bodies around you. Again, he stopped for pictures and bulbs flashed as he stood against a curtain backdrop. He greeted those he knew and patiently smiled at the introductions of those he didn’t. You stayed close as he made certain to include you in each interaction. He never forgot about you and when formalities were over, he hugged your waist and sighed.

He led you to your assigned seats and you were happy to see familiar faces waiting for you, Nat, Wanda, Vision, Tony, and Pepper sat with drinks already half-gone as Bucky approached the table. You averted your eyes as he came to Steve and claimed the chair on his other side.

“How’s your hand?” Bucky asked as you sat.

“Healing,” you showed your bandage, “And your knife? It’s still in one piece?”

“I think it did a lot more damage on you,” he grinned and stared at you a moment before he turned to Steve, “Nervous yet?”

“Shut up, Buck,” Steve felt around his jacket and patted the cue cards hidden there.

“Oh come on, you’re always great,” Bucky scoffed.

“Compared to you? Easy.” Steve smirked.

“Hey,” Bucky elbowed him.

You reached for the glass of white wine and sipped. Natasha caught your attention as she asked about your dress and you lost yourself in a conversation about Wanda’s favourite soap.

Finally, the ceremony began as the tables quieted and Steve pulled your hand over onto his thigh as he squeezed it nervously. You ignored the pain it caused and leaned against him.

“You’ll be alright,” you whispered.

He smiled and turned to kiss your cheek. “How am I gonna think of anything but getting that dress off tonight?”

“Steve,” you uttered and rubbed his thumb with yours.

“Sweetheart,” he breathed and nuzzled your temple before he looked forward again.

You clung to his hand even as it made the bandage chafe against your stitches. You tried to listen but found yourself squirming. His words lingered and you felt giddy. It had been a few days; the two of you worn out from your jobs, your plans often ended in you falling asleep before they could come to fruition.

When Steve was called to accept his award, the crowd stood and you did too. As they applauded, you clapped the back of your hand with other. As Steve made his way to the stage, you felt a shift beside you. A warm scent rose in your nostrils, a subtle cologne, and you felt an arm brush against yours.

“Mmmm,” Bucky hummed as he stood close.

You looked over at him as he grinned, his eyes on the stage. You shook your head and turned back to watch Steve.

“You tasted delicious,” he muttered as he leaned closer. Your hands froze and he reached to touch the back of the bandage wound around it.

You bit down and didn’t dare look at him. You resumed your pathetic applause as Steve climbed onto the stage and Bucky clapped loudly beside you. As the audience quieted and sat, he reluctantly resumed his own seat, Steve’s empty chair between you.

You shivered as Steve stood behind the microphone. He bent his cue cards then peeked at them before he began to speak. You were distracted as you sensed something beside you. You peered over as Bucky’s fingertips tapped against his thigh.

His eyes caught yours and he bowed his head. You looked down again as he brushed his hand over his crotch and pushed his shoulders back. Your eyes flicked up to his face and he winked. You tore your gaze away as your ears buzzed and you could barely decipher Steve’s voice. It wasn’t happening. It wasn’t. And yet, that ache between your legs was even more persistent.

🩸

Steve’s hands were on you before you even closed the door. All night, he’d been sneaking touches; your arm, your hip, your ass. His eyes stuck to you now and then as he took in the praise of another admirer but you could tell, despite his nods, he wasn’t really in the moment.

You heard the lock click as he tugged at the back of your dress. You looked back at him and giggled.

“At least let me get these damn things off,” you looked at the strappy heels.

“Fuck your shoes,” he spun you to him and turned you against the slim table beside the shoe mat. “I’ve waited long enough.”

He lifted you onto the table and your shoulders hit the wall. You braced the edge as he pushed between your legs and crashed his lips into yours. Your cheeks burned and the sensation spread through your body as he crumpled your skirt in his fingers, pulling it further and further up your legs.

You grabbed the lapel of his jacket and pushed it down his shoulders. He rescinded his arms long enough to shed it and let it drop to the floor with a woosh. You yanked on his tie as you kept your mouth moving against his. He forced your skirt higher and you lifted your ass as the cool air brushed the thin fabric of your panties.

He purred and you squeezed him between your thighs. You fiddled with his belt until it came undone and quickly unzipped his fly. You rolled his pants down and hooked your thumbs in the elastic of his brief. You drew your hands to the front and pulled the top of his underwear down past his erection.

You stroked him and he gasped into your mouth. He threw his head back and shoved his hand between your legs. He pulled aside the crotch of your pants and slid his fingers along your folds. He teased you and cradled your face as he kissed you again. Your legs bent in anticipation.

You continued to tease his length as you moved closer to him. You guided him along your cunt as his fingers played with your clit. He smeared your arousal along his tip and you angled him against your entrance. He pushed into you, nearly taking you off the table as he gripped your chin and nibbled at your bottom lip.

He thrust as you teetered on the edge, his thumb pressed to your bud. You moaned and hung your head back. He hummed as his hand slipped down to your neck and his thick fingers spread over your throat. He held you firmly, as if he were tempted to squeeze as he rocked. You felt the pressure threaten for an instant and he let out a heavy breath. His hand fell to your chest and he fondled you as his hips kept a steady rhythm.

You arched your back and kept a hand on the table as you moved with him. He rubbed your clit as he pulled your dress down below your tits. He tweaked your nipple and buried his face in your neck. You panted as you bent your legs around him and welcomed him even deeper.

He grunted loudly through laboured breaths as the fabric of your clothing caught and clung between your bodies. You grasped the back of his neck as he plunged into you over and over. Your core thrummed and bumps rose along your skin. You whined as your orgasm blossomed and fell over you in a haze. Your eyes rolled back and you held onto Steve desperately as you longed for more.

He pushed you back until you were against the wall and snaked his hand under your leg. He pushed your knee up so that your foot was by his head and slammed into you. He pinned you and rutted with eager growls. Your lashes fluttered and you stared back at his fiery blue eyes. He watched you as you writhed and whimpered.

He leaned his forehead against yours and his hot breath surrounded you. He groaned and muffled his climax as it shook his body. He jerked into you sharply as he came and the table knocked the wall with each tilt of his hips. He kept on until he was breathless and you were splayed and tender around him.

He brought two fingers up under your chin and kissed you. His hand fell and he played with the loose strap of your dress as it sagged down your arm.

“Should we take this to the bedroom?” He asked as he b`rushed his nose against yours.

“You think you’ll make it that far,” you murmured.

“We’ll get there,” he lifted you and kept you around him. “Eventually.”

[starbuckie]

𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬

challenge: winter warmers writing challenge by @spaceodditybarnes

prompt: “it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas” by michael buble

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

words: 2k without lyrics, 2.1k with lyrics

warnings: i genuinely don’t think i can say anything besides FLUFF, oh wait theres some mentions of the shmexy sex (i promise im a functioning person)

summary: in which they take a little holiday stroll and talk about what they are.

a/n: THIS MADE ME VERY HAPPY THANK YOU FOR HOSTING THIS CHALLENGE JADE!!! i kinda veered off the idea of christmas with this one, but my mind created another idea and i kinda just went with the flow. anyways, i really enjoyed writing this one, and i hope you all had a lovely holiday season <3 LOTS OF LOVE Y’ALL

main masterlist || sebastian stan characters masterlist

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Everywhere you go

Take a look at the five and ten, it’s glistening once again

With candy cane and silver lanes that glow

Snow sprinkled to the buildings and sidewalks of Midtown Manhattan, making the traffic clog up to the oh so lovely sounds of taxis and cars honking. It was far from what people pictured it, really, New York was absolute hell during the holiday season. Sloshing boots and teens smoking pot outside the scantily decorated discount store that held very little, sad-looking Christmas lights.

It didn’t bother Bucky. No, he had never been a big fan of the holiday season. Even back in the forties, with his ma and little sisters, they had never been huge on celebrating Christmas, instead choosing to work those shifts during the holiday so they could make a buck or two more to hold them over. Now in the twenty-first century, the holiday just reminded him how truly lonely he was, everyone and everything he used to know long gone.

But then he found Y/N. Granted, it had not been a formal introduction. The poor girl had nearly damn run him over with her motorcycle for Christ’s sake, but nonetheless she crawled into his heart that cold December morning two years ago, and had not left ever since. 

Now she walked by his side at Rockefeller Center, her cold fingers intertwined with his warm ones, admiring the tree while he admired her. He already had every part of her memorized, from late night escapades in the sheets to studying the slope of her nose at team breakfasts. Even when he wasn’t with her, he was always looking at her, unable to pull his eyes away from Y/N’s radiance. 

This little… dalliance of theirs had only started a year back, and they had still yet to put a label on it. Sam had called it friends with benefits, Sharon called it being a couple without the name. Bucky had shut both of those ideas down, claiming that they were taking it slow and weren’t looking to call it anything yet they still had not really talked about it. Was it really worth ruining the bond he had with the girl he fell madly in love with? Whatever it was, they had never taken time out of their day to actually discuss what they meant to each other, but, God, he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t want to know.

“Bucky?” Her sweet voice brought him out of his thoughts, the glittering red and white lights of the Christmas tree reflecting in her eyes. “You seem kind of distracted right now, sweetheart, are you bored? We can head back to the compound if you like.”

He smiled at her worried tone, delicately kissing the tip of her nose. “‘M just thinking, doll, wanna stay as long as I can out here with you.”

The grin he received in return was breathtaking, her red-painted lips turned upwards and a little twinkle (literally and metaphorically) in her eyes. “Good.”

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Toys in every store

But the prettiest sight to see, is the holly that will be

On your own front door

“Oh, look at that helicopter, Buck! That’s so cool!” Y/N pointed at a little boy in the store controlling the airborne toy with a small remote. “They didn't have those when I was a kid, I just had my Tamagotchi.”

He scrunched his nose, staring at her with an emotion that could be described as nothing other than distaste. “What the hell is a Tamagotchi?”

“A Tamagotchi was like this little digital pet thing that you could take care of, mainly used for kids who were trying to prove to their parents that they could take care of a real pet. That’s why I had one at least, but I never did get a tabby cat like I wanted.” Y/N continued to ramble about her weird pet thing as they walked through the toy store, though Bucky didn’t really care. But he’d never stop her either. The way her eyes lit up in childlike wonder and her fascination with the toys on the shelves was too precious to destroy. This was the girl who he had seen slit throats and blow aliens’ brains out, and in the moment she was ogling an American Girl Doll like it was the last pancake at the breakfast table. 

Y/N finally convinced herself that she was done looking at the toys, claiming that she was too mature for such things (she really wasn’t), but he let her lead him out the door, before she halted right in the doorway. “What is it, honey?”

“Mistletoe.” He glanced up at the little sprig of green and red berries above their heads, hanging by a small strand of twine. A small group of kids with families stood around, watching them with both happy and annoyed faces. How could they not notice Y/N L/N and Bucky Barnes? Bucky’s vibranium arm may have been recognizable, but Y/N’s cheery, a little-louder-than-normal humming had caused a little group to watch them throughout the store. “I think they’re waiting for us to kiss, Buck.”

She leaned into him, placing her lips on his and placing her freezing hands on his cheekbones. Though Bucky had never been big on PDA, the rest of the world seemed to slip away when he was with her. He grinned into her lips, hugging her tightly around the waist so she squealed. When he forced herself away from her intoxicating mouth, she was sporting a bright smile and smudged lipstick that had rubbed off onto his. 

Giggling, she took her thumb and swiped off some of the red residue she had left. “You had a little something there, sweetheart.” 

A pair of hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots

Is the wish of Barney and Ben

Dolls that’ll talk and will go for a walk

Is the hope of Janice and Jen

Bucky watched Y/N point out all the different street cart vendors as they walked to Radio City Music Hall. She’d insisted that they go look at the window displays there as well, and who was he to argue? Strangely enough, they hadn’t talked much, other than the occasional “are you cold” from Bucky, to which Y/N assured him she was not. Her quiet voice sang the lyrics to Last Christmas when a little girl stopped in front of them, two auburn braids and green eyes boring straight into hers. 

The small child pulled on Y/N’s skirt, a silent plea to go down to her height. “Hi there, are you lost, sweetie?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” she looked back to an older woman, who gave her a thumbs up and a smile, “because you are my favorite superhero and I hope you have a very good Christmas.”

Y/N nearly melted at the toothless smile the girl, who she assumed was named Sadie by the necklace she wore. “Thank you so much, sweetheart. I hope you have a good Christmas too, and do you know this guy?” She dragged Bucky down next to her, the large, buff man hulking over the small girl. “This is my friend Bucky, do you know him?”

He eyed her warily, as if he were absolutely terrified of the tiny human. “You’re the Winter Soldier!”

Uh oh. The name was one that struck a chord of fear through everyone, still in shock of the events that had taken place in D.C. in 2014. While he and Sam had tried to label a new brand for the Avengers, people didn’t forget all the horrors of HYDRA and their prized assassin. Of course it hadn’t been him, even he knew that, but trying to convince people otherwise still made him feel guilty.

“You’re my second favorite Avenger, after Y/N, of course.” Sadie brought her hand to hover over Bucky’s vibranium one, her eyes wide with excitement. “Mr. Bucky, can I touch your metal arm?”

The man in question could barely utter out a word, muttering some sort of agreement before nodding with a timid smile. Giddily, she touched his arm, feeling all the cool ridges of gold-plated vibranium against the gun-grey metal. Sadie continued to pelt questions at him, about Sam and Redwing to his “adventures” with Y/N on the team.

Bucky, though shy at first, got more and more relaxed as they continued their conversation, his grin growing wider. Y/N loved her fans, she loved them so, so dearly, but seeing them interact with the man she loved was something different. Not a bad different, but a word that could only be described as pure joy. 

“Darling, I think we better leave Ms. L/N and Mr. Barnes alone. Say thank you and happy holidays.” The little girl looked sad, turning to look at her mom with a little pout, but she reluctantly obliged and soon the duo were off, into the crowded streets once again. 

“Y’know once upon a time I had dreamed about having kids,” Bucky commented. They walked along the sidewalks in a comfortable quiet after the encounter with Sadie, but Bucky’s mind had not stopped reeling from the happiness his conversation brought him. “Was gonna come home from the war, settle down with a gal, and live to be at least seventy years old.”

“Well, I can tell you you’re good on the last bit of that, Buck.” He snorted at her jab at his age, something that has become a norm for their little makeshift family of four. “What do you want now?”

He stopped in his tracks and looked over at her with a fond tilt of his lips. “Oh, just something real special.”

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Toys in every store

But the prettiest sight to see, is the holly that will be

On your own front door

“Y/N, what are we?” She glanced over at him from where they sat on the Met stairs, giving their feet a break from walking for hours. 

“What do you mean, Buck?”

He grabbed her hands and held them to his chest, trying to make her understand the amount of confusion and impatience he had with this one burdening question. “We’ve been sleeping together for a year, Y/N. We make each other breakfast, we go out together, I literally have half of my closet dedicated to your stuff, but even after all that we haven’t given us a name yet.”

Y/N sat in stunned silence, staring at the outburst from the man in front of her. To be completely honest she had never really thought about the question, choosing to enjoy each second she got to spend with the wonderful man with her. What she had noticed however, was how whenever they parted ways or were in the most intimate of moments, three little words nearly slipped off of her tongue. Every. Single. Time.

“Well, what do you want to be, Bucky?”

“I want to be the man you love. I want to be the man who loves you with his entire heart, though I like to think I already am. I want you to be my best gal more than anything in the world, and that I want to be the man who gets to hold and love you every night.” Slowly they drifted to each other, a magnetic pull bringing them to each other. “What do you think, doll?”

“I think,” her lips split into a grin, hovering over his own with the exact same expression, “that I want to be your best girl and the one who gets to make you pancakes in the morning and I want to be the one you get a cat with, who we’ll name Alpine because if I know you, names are the most important part of having a pet. I want to be held and loved by you every night, Bucky Barnes, and I am the girl who loves you more than anything in this entire damn world.”

Not another second to spare, Bucky pulled Y/N in close, letting himself get lost in one of her sweet, loving kisses, finally knowing that he was hers and she was his. At long last.

Sure, it’s Christmas once more

[bonkywobble]

Earthly

Summary: You need to let him know.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x masjedanian!reader

Warning: fluff, smidge of angst, smut (oral - f receiving). This blog and all works associated with it are 18+ only.. Minors please do not interact or follow.

Word count: 1058

A/N: Here’s the smutty sequel to my previous fic, Ethereal. Also a challenge fic for @firefly-in-darkness​‘s 2K follower challenge. Congratulations Daisy, that’s an amazing milestone!! I’m so sorry I was so late in get this one out. Prompt is bolded. Enjoy!

Main Masterlist / Bucky Barnes Masterlist

This Terran, this beautiful, mortal man - who has managed in such a short time to completely change your perspective on the universe - is going to be the death of you.

Tonight it starts with a gentle caress of vibranium knuckles against your cheek, followed by your favourite smile - the signature James Buchanan Barnes grin. His face is illuminated by your happy light, blue eyes already impossibly bright - twinkling with mischief.

Earlier you’d expressed some minor doubts about your new life on Earth and how it could ever be home for you - how someone as abnormal as you could possibly fit in with him.

Luckily he plans to show you how.

The cool metal languidly moves across to your jaw and then neck before finally resting at the back of your head. With a firm grip he pulls you toward him, closing what’s left of the small space between you two.

Soft lips meet yours as your forearm braces itself against his shoulder blade, using it to anchor yourself as your body shuffles over. What once started off as reassurance evolves into a desperate hunger. Tired pecks become more active and heated, further waking you up. Preparing yourself for another night of restlessness and satisfaction you toss your leg over his hip. A calloused hand runs up your thigh in appreciation.

You crave more.

You tug his bottom lip with your teeth, his eyes fly open, pupils widening with desire. There it is - the desperate awe you secretly hope he’ll never show anybody else. It makes him look so beautifully human.

And you love him for that.

He reacts swiftly, chaining kiss after kiss down your neck and across your chest, rolling you onto your back. Your core clenches with every nip, every scrape of his teeth against your skin. That tongue of his may half-heartedly try to soothe them afterwards but you know he hopes you’ll still feel them tomorrow, the eye contact he makes with you while sucking your nipple into his mouth giving him away.

Be careful what you wish for.

After lavishing the same amount of attention on your other breast he journeys further down, his worship of you never ceasing. Sweet whispers of divine and intoxicating reach your ears in between your own tiny whimpers, and you’re left aching. Protests and pleas to call him back up to you fall on deaf ears, his need to covet every sound he can pull out of you too strong to so quickly dismiss.

The wrinkled comforter catches on his back, gradually exposing more of your yellow glow to the room. He’s told you in confidence that he loves how you light up every room you’re in. You thought he was just being charming. He still is, but it’s now become a personal challenge to him; the temptation of keeping you in such a blissful, radiant state is one is he can never resist.

There’s a few seconds once Bucky’s finished dragging your underwear down where he pauses, hot puffs of air gently grazing your clit. Hands find hair, the tugged locks tearing his gaze away from the most intimate part of you. When your eyes meet you realise he’s doing exactly the same thing that you are - committing another precious moment into memory, branding every single available detail. The intensity of it nearly overwhelms you.

“Bucky...” you trail off.

Another moment passes before he finally responds.

“I love you, my beautiful starlight.”

He dives in.

You’d always been told that the Terrans were a primitive race, yet he’s able to tear you apart time and time again with skill unparalleled anywhere else in the galaxies.

A wordless gasp escapes you as he latches on and you instinctively tighten the hold you have on his head. The vibrations from his pleased humming make you jerk. It’s instinctual the way drags his tongue through your folds as if you fell from space solely to grant him a taste of heaven. And he eats like a man starved.

Sliding his hands under your thighs he moves them to sit on his shoulders. The differing sensations of flesh and vibranium have you trembling. Yes, there will always be more to them than meets the eye and Bucky never fails to prove that to you, tonight choking you on your own lust and desperation.

The fingers that were greedily gripping your the side of your right thigh slowly ghost their way underneath you until they’re posed at your entrance. Timing it with a harsh suck he pushes two in, relishing the feel of your nails raking against his scalp.

It’s wonderfully filthy how well he fucks you with them, each curl and drag grounding you more and more until your vision tunnels into nothing but Bucky, Bucky, Bucky. You wish you could thoroughly convey just how blessed you are, and how good he’s making you feel but all that you can manage is his name. You hope it gets the point across.

It does.

A bite and a final slow thrust of his fingers are all it takes for you to unravel and consume the room in a stunning, multicoloured flash of light. He works you through your orgasm as dazzling hues of pink and blue dance along the walls and across your skin, savouring your drawn-out, stuttered cry of pleasure.

Exhausted, you begin to dim.

When you come back to yourself, the first thing you’re able to focus on is the face resting on your stomach, hands tucked neatly under it - stark contrast to his disheveled appearance. The expression he wears is proud, grin full of hope.

Yeah, he knows how good you feel now.

But you can see the fear lingering in his eyes; he’s scared he won’t be enough. How you would give anything to rid him of his demons, to have him sit comfortably in the knowledge that not only is Bucky Barnes more than enough, he’s both the star your world revolves around and the moon that keeps you grounded.

To completely cast away both of your doubts you say what had you told him upon your first meeting, creating the path that would lead back to here.

“New York is considerably more interesting than I expected."

There’s no hesitation left as Bucky crawls back up you.

[starkerforlife6969]

Starker - Superior Tony, Controlling Peter

A summer fling, Tony thinks, is just what he needs.

Sunlight streaks through the air, the air conditioning blasts cool gusts of wind onto flustered, heated, dripping skin.

Extremesis glints like gold in the summer light, his eyes like glass, and the people of New York are even less likely to meet his eye.

When he glides into his lab, his little ants scuttle into position, and Bucky salutes him in greeting, ever the soldier.

“Good morning, Sir.” Bucky nods, arm glinting, veins blue.

Is it morning? The heat is stifling. Summer tinges the sky with a late day hue. Tony slips off his sunglasses, smiles at his scared little recruits. “Morning, Bucky. How’d my little bees do last night?”

There are so many secrets still to human DNA. So many different configurations of Extremesis updates. His worker bees, his little ants, his little army of scientists that scuttle about his labs are- well, slaves is a term thrown around. Tony doesn’t like that. They’re his little helpers, his little bees.

They stand, trembling in line. Eyes smudged with dark rings from another all-nighter. He finds Peter, small, compact, beautiful, sun-kissed (how odd, Tony thinks; amused, has the boy been catching sunlight in his skin? Wandering outside? How quaint. How very Peter).

“Anderson success rate: 13%.” Bucky reads off the list. Anderson flinches. Tony tuts.

“Well now, that’s hardly promising. What was it last week?”

“15%.” Bucky says dryly.

Tony shakes his head. “That won’t do, will it?”

“Please, Mr-“

The guards come in, take Mr Anderson away for punishment.

The other recruits shake in the sunlight.

The other success rates vary but never impress him. How well Extremsis will mesh is a matter of science and guesswork, a pinch of luck, and-

“Parker success rate: 88%.”

The recruits seem to hiss in awe and jealousy and Peter bows his head.

Tony beams like the sun.

“88%.” He rejoices loudly, voice making them flinch. He claps, delighted. “My Peter, my prized Peter, 88%. See? It is possible. My precious Peter, he never lets me down.” Tony glides over to him, puts a large, dark hand on Peter’s slender neck. The boy swallows, Tony feels it, but he doesn’t flinch.

Tony smudges his thumb across that Adam’s apple. Wants to inhale the boy.

88%. Goddamn.

“Clever little angel,” Tony croons. “Pixie of the lab, Peter, weaving your magic again, hm?” He noses at the sharp jaw, Peter smells like suncream. Smells like dandelions.

“Riley success rate-“

“Bucky.” Tony growls, voice so cutting that Bucky pales, “I’m not finished praising Peter. Am I not allowed a moment to bask?”

Bucky takes a breath. “Of course, Sir. I’m sorry.”

“Good. Peter here is a fine example for the rest of you. Look at him.” Tony forces his fingers under Peter’s chin, makes him look up. The summer brown eyes are full of slyness. Danger. Insubordination. It makes Tony’s blood sing. He drags his fingers over those plush, wet lips. “Well done, Peter. You’ll be rewarded.”

A summer fling, Tony thinks, seeing Peter woven in the blankets of Tony’s immense bed.

He’ll keep Peter for the summer.

*

Summer passes.

The days cool, and so too should Tony’s affections, but they don’t. Peter flips the glass slide under the microscope, makes a note, and Tony watches.

It’s overcast outside. Grey clouds. Leaveless trees.

Peter works up here, in Tony’s private lab.

Summer is over. Fall is here.

“Come here, Peter.” Tony orders, trying to figure it all out.

Peter looks at him, huge brown eyes through lab goggles, and turns away. “I’m working.” A moment. Tacked on. Cheap. “Sir.”

Infuriating. Insufferable. “What’ll it take then, poppet? Come sit on my lap.”

Peter sniffs delicately, resumes working.

Anyone else would be dead. Anyone else would never take such liberties.

But it’s because of Peter that the next Extremesis update is ready to launch. Because of Peter that Tony’s own core is self-sustaining.

If Peter loathes him as a God, he shouldn’t keep bringing gifts to Tony’s altar.

“Peter.” Blue crackles around him. “Come here.”

Peter gives him a long side-look. “Summer is over, Mr Stark.” He says. “Will you be sending me downstairs?”

No. Tony feels like a caged up lion. Wants to growl, wants to roar, he can’t figure out if Peter is an antelope or a Panther, curled up in the leafless trees, waiting to pounce.

He can’t leave Peter Parker in Fall. Not when his eyes match the amber leaves, not when he moves his hips with Tony’s, not when Bucky reads:

“90%.”

*

It snows.

Extremesis is being used by a record number of people.

Bucky tosses Peter onto the floor at Tony’s feet.

The boy looks up at Tony, split lip, snowflakes on his lashes, shackles on his wrists.

“He was trying to leave the tower, Sir.” Bucky says.

Tony sighs, running his fingers through Peter's hair. “He has permission, Barnes. Did he not show you his pass?” He turns to Peter then, lifts his eyebrows, “Did you show Mr Barnes your pass, sweetheart?”

Peter grunts, wheezes, like he’s been punched. Tony frowns. “Tried to. But…” he shows Tony his shackled wrists.

Tony slices them them with his fingers. Peter gets to his feet.

“With Peter, Barnes, give him the benefit of the doubt.”

Tony can recognise a cliff edge. As he sits on the edge of the bed and watches Peter dab at his lip and tuck himself into a winter coat, Tony knows he is standing at the cliff edge.

It’s winter. Peter wears ugly scarves and drinks hot chocolate and tucks his cold feet into Tony’s knees.

If Tony doesn’t leave him now-

“Here.” Peter hums, passing a well-wrapped box over. It’s tied with a silver bow.

Tony stares at it, uncomprehendingly for a moment.

His storeroom is full of presents for Peter.

He opens this one.

They’re cufflinks. Designed like little double-helixes. There are blips in the DNA-

“Is that Extremesis?” He marvels, plucking one out and holding it up to the light.

“A molecular representation.” Peter confirms. “I know cufflinks aren’t that unique, but what do you get the man who has everything?”

He does have everything. With Peter here, still decorated with the remnants of New York snow, he will have a Christmas with everything. A winter with everything.

He’ll back away from the cliff edge in Spring.

*

Peter cleans dust off the TV in Spring.

He’s wearing hideous flannel and no shoes, Tony’s underwear, love bites on his neck.

He’s no worker bee. Tony can admit that. Peter is something else. Hisin a different sense. In a sense that doesn’t mean possession. Property. Peter is his- like he is Peter’s.

Is Peter a Panther? Does Tony control him? Does Peter love him? Fear him? Plan to kill him?

Peter meets his eyes. Tony remembers the boy he used to touch in line down at the lab.

88% Peter.

Such pride. In seeing one of his possessions do so well. What is that now? Four seasons later? It’s love.

Tony wants him. Would do anything for him. He’s tumbled off the cliff. He wonders if Peter knows-

“I want you to use Extremesis for good.” Peter says, smiling. “I want you to be Iron Man. Not Superior. I want you to be a hero.”

“Baby, I’m a god.”

“I don’t want a god.”

It stings. Tony snarls. He’s a lion-

“I want you to save people. I want you to be a hero, come back here and take me. I want the people of the world to love you. Not fear you. I want you to stop hurting them and start saving them.”

Tony laughs, but he’s afraid. Trembling. “You're in the wrong business, sweetheart-“

“You’ll enjoy it. You love being worshipped, let it be for goodness.”

“I already have worship-“

“Tony.” Peter smiles, summer, fall, winter, spring, “I wasn’t asking.”

A lion master.

Tony goes to kiss him, but Peter turns away.

“For every life you save, the more of me is yours.” Peter promises.

Tony’s hungry.

Peter’s love is a gift. A reward. Tony risks his life to feel the rush of Peter’s affections on him once he returns. Peter is intoxicating, a drug, a rush- this must be what it’s like for those who had become addicted to the diluted Exteremesis.

Tony would do anything to get more of him.

And there are always people to be saved, and Peter always rewards him.

He becomes a hero, on an invisible leash, and Tony doesn’t notice when Bucky says:

“Sir, may I have the weekend off?”

And Peter says, “Of course, Bucky. See you Monday.”

When the lab turns its attentions to research and development, away from nano-tech and control, when the weapons division closes down, Tony lets it wash over him.

He has another summer, another fall, another winter and another spring with Peter.

For that, he would do anything.

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Our Doll 10//Danger

B.Barnes x S.Rogers, B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

Series Synopsis | After the events of the horrific past, y/n Stark, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes have finally admitted their feelings for each other. But is life as an avenger whilst dating two super soldiers any easier than anything y/n’s experienced in the past?

sequel Series to Their Doll

Series Warnings | smut, violence, torture, swearing, threesomes, drug usage/substance abuse

Chapter Summary | the aftermath of y/n attacking Peter

Warnings | swearing, mentions of violence

A/n | This is a sequel book/series to my fic Their Doll! This book loosely follows the mcu timeline, starting in CAWS in book one and starting just before AOU in this book. Bucky had been recovered and is safe, and Peter was taken under Tony's wing when he was much younger.

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

The throbbing in my head had finally subsided, but the ache in my chest only began to weigh more and more.

After they got Peter medical attention, my dad called an emergency meeting. Bucky had helped me to the briefing room, Steve following close behind with an ice pack in hand. Bucky couldn't stop apologising, saying that he should've though of a better way of making me stop than a punch to the head.

Steve agreed. I was just happy they stopped me before it was too late. As much a Peter was slightly infuriating sometimes, I didn't want him dead. And the thought of it being on my hands, well, it just made me want to throw up.

Now we're we're all sat in the briefing room, Bucky's hand drawing soothing circles on my back as I held the ice pack to my head, Steve's heavy gaze upon me from the opposite side of the table.

"She's too dangerous." Tony sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as his other hand rested on his hip.

"Dad..." I mumbled, tears making my eyes red.

"Tony!" Bucky snapped, and Steve shot my dad a glare.

"She is! And she's replaceable too, all she does is fuck everything up!" Tony exclaimed, and I shook my head, pressing my lips together to hold back a sob.

"Can't you guys see she's gone crazy? Her powers - they're out of control!" Rhodey added, and my heart broke even more when I saw Sam nodding in agreement.

"She's gone too far now. One time and we could handle it, but now she's hurting our own. She nearly killed Peter!" Tony barked, and Peter shook his head from where he sat in the corner of the room. Thanks to his enhancements, he had healed much quicker than the average human would. But it didn't change the fact that I nearly killed him.

"Mr Stark, it's fine. Really. I'm okay now, it's not her fault." Peter pleaded, eyes skidding over to me and  Bucky as he spoke. Bucky offered him a small, thankful smile. I refused to look anywhere but my lap.

"It's always gonna be him, right? I mean, if I'd nearly exploded Clint's brain I'm sure this would be all fine, right? But because it Peter - your fucking precious Peter - I'm a danger to everyone!" I snapped, eyes brimming with a gloss of sadness as I spat out the words. I could see my dad open him mouth to speak, but Steve's voice filled the room instead.

"I guess you guys are right." Steve murmured. A gasp tore through the room at his words, my head snapping up to face him as the tears spilled over.

"She needs to be kept somewhere secure." Sharon affirmed, arms crossed as she leant against the wall behind Steve. I couldn't help my glare when I realised that her eyes hadn't left him the whole time.

"Please, no." I whispered through the tears.

"I think you should be put somewhere safe, at least until you can get control of your powers again." Sam sighed, and I began to sob.

"It won't happen again, please!" I begged, looking to Bucky who had a sympathetic look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry doll, but it's just until you're better. You'll be comfortable, safe." He explained, reaching for my hand with his own, but I yanked mine back harshly, pushing from my chair. I could feel it bubbling, but I was so blind from rage with their words and Sharon's gaze on Steve that I couldn't bring myself to try and stop it.

"And to think I trusted you, all of you." I murmured, reaching for the waistband of my jeans, fingers finding the handle of the knife tucked away there.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." Steve's hot breath fanned over the back of my neck. Before I could question his words I felt the prick of the needle as it pierce the skin of my neck, my eyes sliding shut as he pushed the sedative into my veins.

...

"You want to press charges? Why?" Steve barked, the frown on his face hadn't left since Sharon came in asking Steve to talk. Sharon sighed, hands on her hips.

"It's not me that wants to press charges, it's the CIA, Steve." Sharon corrected sternly. Steve ducked his head, shaking it as his hands curled and uncurled as he tried to contain his anger.

"And last time I checked, you're the CIA, Sharon." Steve scoffed pacing across the room.

"Doesn't change the fact that she nearly killed someone, Steve! You lock away people all the time who do the same as her." Sharon claimed with a frustrated edge to her tone.

"Y/n has lost control over something that none of us understand, she doesn't need to be locked up - she needs help!" Steve exclaimed.

"And she'll get help-"

"No she won't! You'll claim you're helping her whilst isolating her in a cell and giving her a psyche evaluation and no trail!" Steve shouted, his neck flushing a deep shade of red.

"Steve-" Sharon began.

"I don't want to hear it, Sharon." Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he felt the comings of a HES he.

"You not wanting to hear it doesn't change the fact that they're going to get her locked and where she deserves. I just thought I'd give you some warning." Sharon stated coldly before she was leaving, the door failing to thud closed as Bucky walked in past her. The woman shouldered her way past Bucky, who looked back at her with a confused scowl.

"What's up with her?" Bucky pondered as he walked into the room, eyes sliding over Steve muscular back as it flexed and tightened beneath his most-likely too-small shirt.

Steve grumbled something under his breath, his head dropped between his shoulders as his hands braced against the table. Bucky frowned, walking slowly over to his boyfriend before placing a comforting hand on the super soldier's shoulder.

"Hey, you look upset. Are you okay?" Bucky murmured, his hand trailing down to rub soothing circles over the expanse of Steve's back. Steve heaved a sigh before slowly turning to face Bucky, his ass resting against the table.

"Yeah." Steve huffed, his eyes distant as Bucky raised a hand to rest on Steve's cheek. His thumb smoothed over the younger man's cheekbone in gentle strokes, his cerulean eyes trying to get the attention of Steve's baby blue ones.

"You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" Bucky mumbled, Steve breath hot against the assassin's cheeks. Steve nodded, his eyes finally meeting Bucky's.

"I know. And I'm fine, I promise." Steve spoke through a tight-lipped smile, his hand moving up to rest over Bucky's on his cheek.

"I just want to make sure you're doin' okay. You know how much I hate seeing you - or y/n - upset." Bucky murmured, eyes searching Steve's for something more.

"It's just- the CIA want to press charges, and I can't help but think it's my fault." Steve admitted, shoulders slumping as his hand fell to his side.

"Why would you think that?" Bucky frowned, his hand warm against Steve's skin.

"Because, if I hadn't agreed to let her be locked up in the first place, this could've been avoided. Even Peter's already forgiven her." Steve sighed sadly.

"Hey, as much as I love her, y/n needs to get control. Being locked up won't help, but getting her away from people until we find out how to help is going to be a big step. We just need to keep her happy." Bucky explained, a soft smile on his lips. Sotheby's nodded again, looking away. "Hey, look at me." Bucky murmured, his hand moving to grip Steve's jaw as he angled the man's face to his.

Bucky smiled then, his head leaning closer until their lips met in a gentle kiss. It was soft, full of love as Steve's hands lifted to rest on Bucky's waist. When they pulled apart, Bucky rested his forehead on Steve's, his hot breath fanning over the blonde's face.

"We're gonna get through this, Stevie, because I'm with you until the end of the line."

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[wolfs-hunt1]

Wolf Kisses 3

Pairing: Stucky x Shapeshifter reader

Word count: 1897

Warnings: none on this chapter, sorry for any typo.

A/N: ok ... I think I already know where I want this fic to go. I have currently 3 more chapters planned, but since I got stuck writing this (it covers only half of what I had planed for this specific chapter) I might take longer with the others. I’m just publishing this one like this because I feel like I’ve been stuck long enough and I might need a new perspective. I hope you all like it!

Tag lis is OPEN

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Part 2

You were in the communal kitchen, having breakfast with Bucky and Steve when Tony walks in and stops when he looks at you. he whistles slowly and looks between the two men.

"You go Capsicle, finally getting on with the times I see." he winks at them and slaps Bucky on the shoulder when he passes him on the kitchen, going in for the coffee pot to make himself a cup. This makes Steve choke on his coffee and a scowl to appear on Bucky's face.

"What is that supposed to mean, tin man?" Bucky grumbles, turning on his seat to look at Tony. Tony merely looks at the three of you and makes an obscene sign with his fingers, making a collective groan to leave you all.

"First of, eww, we're still eating!" you say "And second of, I'm still recovering from an injured leg, I don't think those activities are advisable." you sass back, looking at Tony's shocked face when you tell him you're the injured wolf the two super soldiers brought home.

"What? But…"

"Wolf got your tongue?" you are now openly laughing at his reaction, with Steve and Bucky snickering beside you. "By the way, I have some really strong words for you if you think I'll let you do any testing in me without me bitting back." you are glaring at him by the end of your sentence, making sure he knows you don't want any probes anywhere near you whatsoever.

"Will a bite from you make me turn?"

"I'm not a werewolf, I'm a shapeshifter."

"Sure thing Lupin, whatever you say." he picks his cup and leaves the kitchen, trowing that comment over his shoulder.

Tony didn't talked more to you that morning. But in the afternoon you did got a manila folder under Steve's door with information about your species, that Tony had collected from one of Shield's servers, along with a written note that a room would be prepared for you that same afternoon so you wouldn't have to sleep on Steve's couch. Yeah… like you had been doing that anyway. But maybe a room would be nice. You would be able to give them their space and you could have yours.

You have dinner alone with them in their apartment that night, and after, you are shown to your new room. There were some clothes set out for you, that seamed about your size, so you wouldn't need to keep wearing Steve's and Bucky's oversized shirts, although to be honest, they were quite comfortable.

You take your precious time in the bath that day, making sure you are thoroughly clean and relaxed before sleeping on some clothes and flopping belly up on the bed, just staring at the ceiling. The soft shadows caused by the lights from the buildings outside made the room appear cold, dark, and empty. Made you feel alone. When did you stop feeling like you were alone in the first place? You had barely noticed it… but now that it was missing, you craved it once more.

You didn't want cold and dark and alone.

You wanted toasty warm, and cuddly. You wanted the comfort both men provided without really asking it of them. You wanted the security they gave and how they made you feel like you didn't have to be alone ever again.

You get up and walk to the door before stopping abruptly. No. You couldn't. You had intruded on their lives enough already. And now you had your own room, and not even one excuse to go and see them. You were alone once more and you had to live with it. So you crawled back to bed and pulled the comforter atop your head, hiding underneath them to keep warm.

Your night was restless, you got little sleep, and had sore muscles from the lack of rest. Your eyes were still a bit puffy from the time you burst out crying with no idea what you were even crying about. Overall, you looked like a freshly crawled out of a grave zombie. That was plainly clear when Tony and Sam spent the entirety of breakfast teasing you.

"So… where's Steve and Bucky?" you ask, not having seen them yet that morning.

"Last I saw them was when we went on our morning run." answered Sam, between bites of his toast.

"FRIDAY, were are Capsicle and Barnes?" Tony quips from his seat, eyes never leaving his tabled and occasionally sipping his coffee.

You looked at him weirdly until a disembodied voice ranged all around you. "Captain Rogers and Sargent Barnes are currently on the training floor."

"What was that?" you ask a bit startled with the voice that came from thing air.

"That was the AI that powers this building. You can ask her anything if you ever need help around here. She'll also let you know what floors you have access to and what floors are off-limits." that could come in handy.

"Cool… do I have access to the training floor?" Tony merely hummed, and so you went back to finish your breakfast. Sam comes with you to the training room when you both finish breakfast, him going to the locker room first to change to something lighter than the sweater he was wearing.

You go ahead and open the door, the sound of flesh hitting flesh and grunting could be heard right away, the overpowering smell of the leather of the machines hitting your nose with the slight tang of sweat. You can see both men in a sparing mat, trowing and dodging punches right and left, with barely time to take a breath.

You don't want to distract them, so you lean against the wall, just watching them. Roling muscles expanding and coiling with each new movement an entrancing sight. Sam shows up a few minutes later, wearing a black t-shirt with the Avengers logo on it… subtle. He walks up to you and smiles.

"Do you spar?"

"Oh… not really. I only fight when others get too close for comfort. And even then I have sharp teeth and claws to help me out. Like this, " you point with a hand at your body, "I'm basically useless." he chuckles at you and nods at one of the punching bags.

"Care to help?" you nod, following him and grabbing the bag so it wouldn't move too much whenever he punched it. You could feel the strength of his punches traveling through the bag, and you could also tell he was holding back, maybe so he wouldn't make you fall down. "So… wolf girl. What's it like to live as a wolf?"

"It's thrilling. The rush I get when turning, when running or hunting, it's amazing. The power flowing through my veins, making me faster and stronger, making me be able to see better in the dark, and to ear and smell more enhanced than when I'm human? It's addictive really." you can see the fascinating in his eyes with every word you say, his focus on punching the bag slipping away so he could better hear your story. " But all extremely draining, the more time I spend as a wolf the weeker I progressively became, and if I get injured, my body can't even turn back."

"So like, you can only be a certain amount of hours turned?" he asks, resuming his punchings when he notices he had fully stopped his training to look at you.

"No, with experience, and by pushing my limits I get to extend that time. The most I've staying turned was about three weeks, it was during a blizzard, and honestly, being human in that situation would have killed me." a loud bang reverberates in the room, making the both of you look over to the two super soldiers. Steve was pinned to the ground, whit Bucky's metal arm in his throat pushing him to stay down while he straddled the blond's hips, also pinning his legs so he couldn't move.

"Ready to give up, Stevie?" Bucky taunted, leaning furder down to whisper something on his ear, making him shift his head softly to look in yours and Sam's direction before looking back at Bucky.

"I can do this all day." Steve manages to topple Bucky over and get the upper hand, pinning him now to the floor mats. Gripping Buckys arms to the side of his head, sitting on his thighs.

"Get a room you two." Sam throws at them, making you laugh at the light blushes on their faces when Steve helps Bucky up.

"No need to get jealous birdbrain, we can share you between us." Bucky quips back, just to rile up Sam. Your friendly bickering is stoped when Natasha walks in, with a serious face.

"Fury is calling all of us for a meeting. Now." she leaves the training room without waiting for an answer.

"(Y/N), why don't you go up to your room and order something for lunch from FRIDAY, we'll probably take a long while at the meeting." Sam leads you to the door, while the three of them go to the locker room to change before the meeting.

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Being cooped up in this fancy room wasn't your idea of fun. In fact, you've been living so long on the wild that being in this place as long as you have is starting to make you climb the walls. Almost literally.

Maybe you should have taken Sam's offer to throw some punches and let out some pent up anxiety. Maybe a walk outside would help you calm your nerves. You walk to the elevator and after some awkwardly pacing around, you speak up.

"FRIDAY, can you take me to the ground floor please?" you can feel the moment the elevator starts to move, and a short few minutes later the doors open up to a massive lobby. "Thank you." you step out and walk along the vast space, boots making some squeaky noises every few steps. The doorman tipped his hat at you and opened the door, bidding you farewell.

The air outside was warm, but the cool wind that was blowing felt refreshing on your skin. You pick a direction and start walking, not caring much about where you're going. The streets were busy, but no one really paied any attention to you, making you blend in naturally with the city.

You are so distracted by your own thoughts that the next thing you know you are walking at a park, the lush green canopies of the trees making the air cooler and more refreshing. You walk to a bench and sit there, looking at the small playground infront of it, watching the children playing.

You longed to be able to run as a wolf once more, but it wouldn't be smart to do it here, the bystanders would only call for the authorities and you would be shot on sight. So running freely would have to wait. You wondered how the meeting was going, what they were talking about, and if it involved you. You where living there rent-free after all, and with a questionable background to warrant you lots of questions about it, none of the superheroes were doing.

Taking a deep breath once again you decide to return to the tower, you had been away for far too long without having told anyone.

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Part 4

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[extremelyblackandwhite]

heiress - 6

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

a/n: i am really excited writing this lately and it’s totally not me avoiding to actually write any uni work. 

previous chapter

    - I think you need to make a choice, dear. - she cocked her head to the side, her own expression muffling the sound of Wanda’s voice cutting through the woods. 

She took a step backwards, unsure. She didn’t remember the time she was allowed such a choice. Her father had forced her into HYDRA’s hands before she could even speak, Bucky had forced her out of the Red Room and Hayward had forced her into SWORD. Looking back, she couldn’t find a single instance where she had been allowed her own agency. She was always dormant, carefully nodding, afraid HYDRA would come and take her back. She had been thrown into a cell during the Civil War’s events by her own agency and kept locked during the Thanos’ situation. The only time she had willingly stepped back was out of fear in Washington. Seeing her father handle the man she loved as if she were a mindless robot had thrown her into the same pit of fear she had always been kept into. It still haunted her to this day, she could still hear the television’s reporter voice as she explained what had happened. Once again, she was taking a step back. - Oh for heaven’s sake.

Agatha rose her hand  in the hand, twirling it as the darkness became sickening light and the woods turned into walls of places of sad occasions whose name and place she preferred not to remember. The ambience was sickly in dark and light green tinges with rusty bars. She did not want to remember it but she did and turning around she was face to face with one of the only happiest memories she had which overtime had became bittersweet. The music was low and muffled, coming from down the hall  were the staff was holding a meeting but it was well heard enough in the soldier’s cell, they could dance. And they did. She could see him and her past self in front off her, her head leaning on top the leather of his bodice, slightly tilted up so she could look him in the eyes, his flesh hand wrapped around hers as they moved side to side. She watched that scene with a sad look, feeling a lump in her throat become bigger and bigger.

   - Ain’t that sweet? - Agatha stood behind her. - So tell me exactly what’s taking you so long to take my help? Isn’t that what you want?

   - Yes. - she mumbled, almost hypnotised by the scene. - But it’s gone, it’s the past.

   - But that’s the thing, my little traumatised girl, it doesn’t need to be. Not for people like you, like us. 

   - No. Past is past and I can’t return to it ... - she moved away from that scene, turning to look at Agatha. - No matter how sad it makes me. 

   - No, dear, that’s not how it works for you.  - she twirled her hand again and the darkness returned but it wasn’t how it was in the woods. No, this was a large dark room barely light as if a flickering spotlight hovered them. She took steps forward, trying to read her situation only to find a pile of lifeless bodies of everyone she had ever known. She took a step back, hand covering her own muffled cry as everyone she had ever knew laid lifelessly around her. - You see, you’re not an element manipulator, that is a gross understatement of what you do and you should have the people who told you that burned at the stake. No, you have the particular talent of controlling matter ... creation magic. Not just in your own particular universe like Wanda but in every universe. It’s permanent, everything you do, doesn’t need a little dome protecting it. It’s powerful magic however when unbalanced, untrained, uncontrolled it becomes destruction magic which is why my dear you can make things disappear. You just make them cease to exist. 

   - The guards ...

   - Ceased to exist. - she interrupted her. - Of course you can bring it back like you did back at the Red Room but it takes time and control. You, of all people, have no control over it and whatever control you have breaks loose whenever Barnes just strolls around. It’s not very feminist of you. 

   - Y/N! - Wanda’s voice got louder.

   - This ... - Agatha pointed out every dead body surrounding her. -  Is what happens with uncontrolled creation magic. Wanda can’t help you, she’s chaos magic, your foil. I can, I can help you. I can take this burden away from you. Something you didn’t even want in the first place.

   - Y/N! - Wanda’s voice mixed with the sounds of her own thoughts until it broke through Agatha’s illusion. She looked at her feet, no longer surrounded by the corpses of those she loved yet Agatha was still standing in front of her, a sly smile on her face as if she knew her future. 

   - That’s what the future holds for you if you don’t learn to control it. You’re destruction so far, pure, unaltered, cruel destruction. Fitting considering your choice of lover.

   - WANDA! - Y/N replied back turning on Agatha as if she had been woken up from a bad dream. Agatha mumbled to herself before disappearing into the darkness of the night as Y/N searched for the Scarlet Witch. It didn’t take long for her to find her, noticing the look of pure worry in her eyes just like the time when her children were in danger. - Wanda, I ...

   - WHAT THE FUCK, Y/N? Don’t you do this to me EVER AGAIN. - she dropped her hands, eyes returning to her regular hue. - If you weren’t my age, I would have grounded you. 

   - I’m younger than you Wanda. - she sighed, small smile on her face. - I just thought I saw ... something.

   - What something? - they walked together through the hex. Watching the dome like safe haven they had created, Y/N didn’t find it in herself to tell her. Maybe Hayward was right, maybe the daughter of a villain only had promises of becoming a villain herself. Yet again, she had seen it. She had seen what being around them could lead to and that image was tattooed on her brain no matter how much she tried to throw it to Agatha trying to manipulate her. - Y/N? 

   - I thought I saw Agatha. - she said, stepping just a behind the border of the hex. 

   - Did you see her? Did she spoke to you?

   - No. - she said, almost robotically like as the Scarlet Witch allowed the hex to open for them to enter. Instead of finding Bucky on the swings, Vision was sat there, awaiting both of them to arrive. 

Before any of them could speak, Y/N took to leaving the couple, walking straight towards the door of her own bedroom and locking it on her way in. She  leaned against her door, letting herself slide until she hit the ground, hands cupping her head as she told herself not to cry. There was no use in crying about it, the only use was to make a decision; however, she would be damned if she allowed anyone to have agency over her again. No, she wasn’t her father’s daughter, she wasn’t HYDRA’s failed experiment, Hayward’s project or the Winter Soldier’s lover. No, she wasn’t just one. She was a tweaked amalgamation of everything people had told her she was and now that identity was shrouded in fear. Fear of what she was capable of, of what she had made to me. Somehow, things felt simpler before she had any answers. 

  - Y/N? 

  - Gosh. - she put her hand over her chest as Vision passed through her wall as if it weren’t concrete. - The door is closed, Vision. It is not an invitation to pass through my wall. 

  - I am terribly sorry about that but Wanda is worried. - he sat next to her. - And since you are the godmother of my children, I do consider you part of my family.

   - Are you here to give me a philosophy lesson, Vision?

   - It is not my place to tell you what to do. You’ve done well enough for yourself over the years. 

   - Your intelligence is much more mathematical than mine.  I actually have a question for you.

   - Please do not ask me again what is the meaning of life. - Y/N laughed at his worried voice, shaking her head no.

   - Do you believe creation and destruction can live together? Balanced?

   - Well, I don’t think one can live without each other. Humans are born and then they die, creation and destruction. Nature is filled with it, it’s almost based on it. I mean, isn’t love creation and destruction? Heartbreak and emotion.

   - Destruction is overwhelming. -  she leaned her head against  the door, looking up at the ceiling. - It’s merely a downfall. 

    - Maybe you should chose a different philosophy question.

    - I don’t think I can. - she mumbled to herself before turning her face to the synthezoid. -  You should probably return to Wanda. She hates sleeping alone. 

He gave her a sympathetic look only to leave her standing in the middle of her room surrounded by her own insecurities which always clawed at her during the evenings. Raising her hand and seeing the familiar white glow everything felt much more scary to her. She had been better off thinking she could control the elements rather than matter itself. Yet part of her scoffed at HYDRA for not being able to figure it out soon enough. Still, it was not natural, not for her. She was a hand to hand combat trained fighter, barely using that which lied straight at her surface. Agatha was right, she couldn’t control it. She knew she couldn’t and whatever power she had around it was fickle. Too fickle. 

It was best to forget and move ahead. Have a cup of tea, it will make you feel better, Monica would tell her whenever someone particularly got on her nerves while at SWORD and right now it sounded like the best idea. However, opening her tea box, there was nothing but dust. She sighed, removing her boots and grabbing her nightgown before unlocking the door and walking towards the kitchen. Finding the kitchen, she also found the same person who seemed to hover over her thoughts, putting the kettle on top the hob.

   - It’s an electrical kettle. - she said, sly smirk as she turned on the hob before Bucky could destroy Wanda’s precious kettle. - It doesn’t go on the hob.

    - Oh ... - he felt stupid not knowing that yet he felt even more speechless in front of her as she put the kettle on the base and turned it on. - Less fire prone?

    - Oh no, Billy has set it almost on fire several times. - silence installed between the two as they tried to find something to say which sounded organic and not just forced.

    - Night cravings? 

    - I guess you could call it that. You?

    - Can’t sleep. 

    - Sam annoying you? We could always put you two on different rooms. 

    - Just nightmares, really. - he stood by her side, watching the water boil on the glass kettle. - Did I use to have them ... back then?

    - It depended. - she sighed. - Most of the times, yes. I’ve been having them too lately so I have resorted to not sleeping. 

   - That’s not very functional, is it doll?

   - I wouldn’t really use functional as a way to describe myself. - she looked at him, mostly wanting to lighten the mood yet it only seemed to harden his expression. - No one in my direct family is very functional either. 

    - You are not your father. You know that, right? - his hand lingered over her wrist as her torso moved to stand in front against his. His hand found her, fingers intertwining as if it was second nature to him. - I figured you would’ve found that out over all this time.

    - Do you think I could become like him? - she looked at her own feet. - Evil is not born, evil is made. Do you think I could become like him ... a villain?

    - No. - he shook his head as if her words were mere ramblings of a crazy person. - I’d bet my own life on it. 

    - There’s a way ... there’s someone who keeps offering me the opportunity to be normal. Not have whatever it is I have, just ordinary civilian life in a regular town surrounded by regular people. 

   - Y/N, the last thing you will ever be is ordinary. Nothing about you or me for that matter is ordinary. You can’t pursue an ordinary life ... you can pursue something that makes you happy. 

   - What if what makes me happy is being ordinary?

   - I spent most the last year wanting to ordinary, Y/N. I was not happy, I was just going through the motions and now ... well I found peace in the unpredictable, no matter how much I cannot control it.

    - Are you happy now? - she looked into his eyes, an honest and truly scary question. One that she could barely answer if it were her. 

     - You always made me happy. - her hands left the marbled kitchen stone so she could wrap her arms around him, head leaned against the soft fabric of his jumper. He sighed, kissing the top of her head, as his hand caressed her back, the other one keeping her flushed to him. Y/N slowly raised her head to look at him, watching his eyes reflect the moon light like they always did. Some things  never change. Bucky hand climbed from her back to cup her face, allowing her skin to sink into his roughed hand which probably had more cuts than it should. She looked at him like no one else did and she had seen it all. Heck, she’d seen things Bucky wished she would’ve never seen but she still looked at him like any other woman looked at their cared ones. 

    - It hurts every single day. - she mumbled, almost ashamed to admit to the man who had been through the most that it was starting to become hard to get up every time she fell down. - Everyone says they can help me but I feel like I’m being constantly knocked down and I’m just so tired. I’m so tired of always getting up, it hurts so much and for once I just want to lay down. 

    - It’s okay. - his finger caressed her cheek, metal arm still rubbing up and down her back. Bucky never liked to touch his face with his metal hand, he refused. - You don’t have to get up every single time and if you can’t there’s so many people here who’d give you a helping hand. You’re not alone, Y/N.

    - Yes, I am. - she bite the inside of her lip. - I’ve seen it and it’s only a matter of time before I hurt everyone. 

    - You’re not gonna hurt anyone, Y/N. 

    - It’s not my choice. - she took a step forward away from him. - It was decided for me.

    - Whatever you do ... - Bucky scratched his neck, trying to compose himself, his own words running through his mind as he wondered if he had done something wrong. - I’ll stand by your side. 

    - I ... I should probably get going. 

    - Me too, Sam might woke up and think I tried to escape ... again.

    - See you tomorrow, Bucky. - she spoke as he took initiative to leave first, wondering if he had done something to make her upset, said something wrong. 

Y/N waited for him to be far off before she took further and further into the building. It was always dark there and not a lot of people were allowed in that particular area of their own base. Wanda herself had stuffed some particular nasty things in that area as well as some of SHIELDs and SWORDs experimentation notes. Only some people could get in and she was one of those people. Despite this she twirled her hand, opening the door without using a card. The darkness only seemed to intensify, as she got closer and closer to it, the room only barely light by the almost scary aura. The room where Wanda Maximoff had stored the Darkhold.

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, kidnapping, touch-starved reader, death of minor characters.

Words: 2121.

Summary: As a granddaughter of one of HYDRA's operatives, you are hunted down just like anyone who has something to do with the organization. You know the Soldier is coming for you.

P.S. This was influenced by the dream I saw last night and this precious ask.

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Backing away from a tall muscular man with a metal arm shining in the dim light, you gasped, watching him advance on you with a dark expression on his face. You knew him - he was the infamous Bucky Barnes, one of the former Assets of the organization. You had never seen him personally and only learnt about him when he escaped. That day your grandfather, one of HYDRA's operatives, was all blood and thunder as he screamed at the agents on the top of his mighty voice for the loss of one of the most useful assassins of the organization.

After that everything started falling apart. HYDRA was disintegrated after the Avengers started a witch hunt, and most people involved went into hiding. Although your grandfather, one of the leaders of the organization, did everything to protect both you and himself, you knew one day the Soldier would return. A part of you had accepted this a long time ago, knowing you would pay for everything your grandfather did. Of only your parents were still there. Maybe then you wouldn't end up in the arms of HYDRA's vile men and pay for something you had never done or agreed to.

You felt the cold wall behind your back, reaching the end of the room, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from the Soldier with Beretta in his hand. Gulping down, you stared in horror at his stony expression, knowing he had no sympathy for whoever was involved with HYDRA. You would die. You would die any moment once he lifted his arm with a gun.

"Could you kiss me?" You whispered as he came closer, your body trembling like a leaf. "I have never kissed in my entire life."

The man tilted his head to the side, watching you biting your lips. He probably thought you went insane, scared to death by his sudden appearance in the safehouse you were held. Had you really gone mad?

"Please, before you shoot me." You asked in despair, tears running down your cheeks. "I want to know how the kiss feels."

You said the truth, you had never been kissed before, never been touched by a man, never loved anyone, and it was the only thing you regretted. What was it like to be kissed? Was it truly as wonderful as all the books and movies promised, making you feel butterflies in your stomach? Was it unpleasant? You'd prefer to do it with someone you loved, but you didn't have much of a choice. You'd be really lucky to get to know this feeling at all before the Soldier murdered you.

As he came so close you could feel his calm breath on your skin, you lowered your gaze, afraid to look him in his cold eyes lacking any emotion. You didn't expect him to lay his metal hand on your shoulder, making you move your head up a bit when he closed that little distance between you, touching your lips with his.

He was gentle. His touch was warm, and you felt how soft his lips were, pressing into yours as he caressed your hair tenderly. It was pleasant. Kissing felt as nice as books claimed. Never doing it before was worth regretting, indeed, if even the world's deadliest assassin's kiss brought you so much pleasure.

You didn't want it to end, but the Soldier partied from you with a soft sigh, and you closed your eyes when his arm moved from your hair to your neck. His touch was turning suffocating, and you whimpered quietly, tears streaming down again. You prayed it to end quickly. You deserved a quick death, you hoped.

As the world turned black, the last thing you heard was the Soldier's calm breathing.

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When you opened your eyes, it was so dark you couldn't see the ceiling as you stared into the black mass surrounding you, trying to understand what was happening. Moving your hand to your right, you looked for the light switch of a lamp on your nightstand - you asked for it in every safehouse you had been placed. It was one of the few routine things you had pleasure to have since you went in hiding.

You were always in hiding even before the Avengers learnt about HYDRA's infiltration into S.H.I.E.L.D.

As the light flicked, you stared at the room you had never been before, watching drawers and empty shelves with rising concern. There was a table and a chair to your right, and then you saw a huge metal door as if your were put in a prison cell. It didn't look like a safehouse at all.

You sensed a slight movement to your left, and your head snapped as you saw a man sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. Although the light wasn't reaching him much to let you see him properly, you remembered those long disheveled hair and piercing gaze of cold blue eyes. It was the Soldier.

Suddenly, you remembered as he broke into the last safehouse you were brought to, seemingly killing every agent who was placed there to protect you. You remembered as he kissed you before everything went black.

"If I'm dead, why are you here with me?" You whispered, watching him staring back at you as you crawled back and took a pillow in your arms, pressing it into your belly.

"You aren't dead." The man said quietly as he stood up from the chair, moving slowly to you, hiding behind the pillow as if it were a shield. "You are safe."

You didn't agree. Nowhere was safe for you, especially when you were captured by the ones hunting HYDRA down. Your grandfather made it clear - once you were taken, no one would try saving you. In fact, those who protected you before would turn against you since you'd seen too much to be left alive in the arms of Avengers. You were doomed either way.

Maybe the heroes would be kind enough to let you die quickly without much pain. A bullet in your skull would do.

"When is the Interrogation?" You asked quietly, hugging a pillow to have at least some comfort. You needed someone to snuggle against so badly, but the only one in the room was the assassin sent to murder you at one point or other. If only your parents were here. A friend. Anyone who had been kind to you once.

"There will be no interrogation." He said as he sat down on your bed close to you, his hand near your feet as you shivered, too frightened to look at the man. "No one knows you are here, princess."

You raised your eyes at him, blinking the tears away. Did he say the truth? No interrogation? You suspected you had no vital information the Avengers didn't already know, but you thought you would be tortured as most prisoners like you had been to squeeze every bit of knowledge you had. Yet if no one but the Soldier knew about you being here...

You wept, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand.

"My father used to call me that. 'My princess'." You smiled weakly, clinging to the pillow even more. You needed someone's warmth so bad.

Soldat's bared hand found yours as he caressed it gently, making you let go of your improvised kevlar. His touch was pleasant, and you thought of his kiss back then. You had never thought someone frightening like him could ever be so tender with a woman.

"They'll find me, anyway." Your whisper was barely audible. "They always did."

Was it a ghost of a smile you saw on his face?

"I am better at hiding than them." He brushed away the strands of hair out of your face, but took his arm away when he sensed you getting scared, your body getting tense again. "You will always be safe with me."

The Soldier sounded almost like a lover. That is, you thought a lover would sound like that. He didn't look like all those men you saw in the countless romcoms with heart eyes, but something in him was both unsettling and drawing you to him. Oddly, he wasn't as cold and menacing as before despite the dark glint you saw in his eyes.

You thought how miserable you had become, searching for a little warmth and love from people unable to give it anyone at all. None of the agents sent to you were willing to talk even if your grandfather didn't forbid them. All conversations felt forced, not genuine, and soon you dropped your attempts to get to know any of those people better. But you weren't allowed to leave the house on your own even before the witch hunt. You had no friends, no people who wouldn't be involved with HYDRA one way or another.

It's not safe for you, your grandfather said. Anyone out there could be an enemy of the organization, meaning yours too. Because of that, you had spent many years in pretty much total isolation, living behind the doors of your secured home where no one particularly cared about anything except your physical wellbeing. Well, it could have been much worse, you knew it, but it didn't make your life any easier. You were still a prisoner. Maybe one day your grandfather wanted you to get married to some HYDRA operative to strengthen his own position within the organization, and that's why he bothered to keep you.

Nevertheless, you knew little about the outside world and human relationships. You could only experience it through reading books and watching movies, craving for warmth so desperately you were ready to ask the first person you saw from the outside of the organization to kiss you. Ironically, he belonged to the same kind of people who guarded you all those years. Or so you thought.

"I can't live like that." You whispered, lowering your head and grasping the blanket in your hands. "This isn't life... Having no family, no friends. I'm all alone. I don't even remember the last time I hugged anyone."

"You can hug me."

Raising your eyes, you saw him watching you. The Soldier didn't try coming closer to you, apparently, giving you a choice. Why was he doing that? All of that? Why taking you here and not finishing you off like all others who had something to do with the organization? You had hard time believing the Soldat pitied you.

Yet here you were, brought God knows where, staying in one room with the man who didn't hurt you and even tried giving you some comfort. Maybe he was tricking you, but he had nothing to gain from it.

Whatever. Your life wouldn't end peacefully, anyway.

You reached to him, snuggling against Soldier's body in pathetic attempt to feel anything, throwing your arms around his waist. For a second you thought he would slap your hands away, but instead you felt him caressing your back carefully, his flesh arm touching the top of your head. You still remembered your father doing it when you were awoken by the thunder and trembled in bed. Soldier's body was as warm as his.

Squeezing your eyes shut to stop tears from falling, you hid your face in his chest, finally feeling that warmth you were searching for. As the Soldier craddled you in his arms, you felt... safe? Protected? Slowly, your body was relaxing against his as you exhaled loudly, his fingers buried in your hair.

"I can be your friend." The man said calmly, his eyes dark, but not scary. "If you don't have anyone else, you can have me."

You whimpered, your head almost crushing to his chest as you clinged to him.

"I can give you things you want to have."

"These are not things."

"Whatever you want, princess. You just have to ask." His low, husky voice should have scared you, but listening to the words you had always wanted to hear made you almost hopeful. Was he serious? Did Soldier really want to be the one close to you? You supposed the Avengers wouldn't be too happy to learn about it. Maybe that's why he hid you here.

Was he really taking pity on you?

"Could you kiss me on the forehead, please?" You mumbled and sensed him bowing his head closer as his hair brushed against your face. He then left a kiss on your forehead just as you asked him, and you finally cried, clenching his clothes to bring him even closer to you. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

"You will always be safe with me." You heard him whisper above your head.

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Asgardian ale

Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Thor brought some Asgardian booze to the party. Surely, nothing can go wrong.

Warnings: a little bit of angst I guess, but mostly fluffy Bucky

Last night, it was one of Tony Stark's notorious parties but only including the Avengers. Everyone was dragged there as it was mandatory, "team-building fun" as Tony liked to put it. Surprisingly enough Thor showed up and brought something with him that made the party all the more exciting: Asgardian ale.

You see, the two super soldiers were so enhanced that they could never get drunk and let loose, with human alcohol that is. It was truly a sight to behold. Pre-serum Steve had so many ill conditions that alcohol was off-limit and boy, did he enjoy the calm feeling of the booze. The always polite Captain America ran around the tower shouting nonsense, swearing while he tried to lift Thor's hammer and cutely but miserably flirting with Natasha (but given the unlikely situation, it made the assassin blush nonetheless)

You were laughing your ass off on the couch with Wanda when two strong arms draped around your shoulder making you look up.

"Hi Soldier" - you greeted your boyfriend who had an adorable cheeky grin on his face

"Hi, Beautiful" - he planted a sloppy kiss on your mouth that made all eyes wander from Steve towards the two of you

You see, Bucky never was a fan of PDA, rarely showing affection when the others were around. That was fine with you, you understood that he was a private person, and it made his love for you even more precious, knowing he would make it up when in your shared room alone. He was a big, sentimental, clingy, and handsy person and you wouldn't have it any other way. It was so sweet that you were the only one seeing this affectionate side of him... Up until last night.

"I miss youuuu" he purred in your ear, tone slightly slurred by the alcohol

"But I'm right here, Buck" - you cocked an eyebrow and smiled sweetly at him

"I miss your warmth" - he cornered the couch and sat down next to you, instantly wrapping his arms around you in a side hug, nuzzling your neck.

"Better?" - you asked in a whisper as you started stroking his hair, just the way he likes it

"Soooo much" - he purred again, closing his eyes and inhaling your scent - "You smell so gooood"

You chuckled lightly and yelped as you felt yourself being lifted. You landed on Bucky's lap, him pulling you flesh to him and tightly wrapping his arms around you, resting his head on one of your shoulders. You laid back and let yourself relax in your boyfriend's embrace, closing your eyes, and feeling utterly content. That is until a flash went off.

"Hey" - you exclaimed as you saw Sam holding his phone and showing the photo that he just took to everyone

"Oh, calm down Snowflake, it's not every day that we get to see Mr. Grumpy so kind and calm." - he shrugged his shoulders

"At least send it to me then." - you asked him, already knowing what your new phone wallpaper will be

You lightly turned your head to see Bucky's reaction, only to find him still in the same position, contently sitting with closed eyes and a little smile plastered on his face.

The rest of the night mostly contained talking and laughing as everyone gathered around you. During the late hours, slowly, everyone went back to their rooms. You haven't failed to see Steve following Nat out and to her room. You smiled to yourself then you tried to think about a way to get you and Bucky into a comfortable position to sleep. You assumed that he had fallen asleep a long time ago as he never said a word all night, nor did he move after snuggling up with you. You slowly loosened his arms around you.

"Wanna go to sleep, doll?" - he asked and you jumped a little bit on his lap - "Sorry to startle you" - he chuckled lightly and hugged you tightly again

"It's okay, I just thought you were asleep" - you turned halfway and smiled down lovingly at him

"Nope" - he popped the p in it - "Was just too comfortable to move or say anything" - Bucky smiled goofily up at you while your heart melted

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself" - you caressed one of his cheeks, basking in the feeling as he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch - "Are you feeling sleepy yet?"

"I could sleep" - he mumbled tiredly while picking you up bridal style and carrying you to your shared bedroom

He put you on the floor and kissed you sweetly. It was a gentle and loved filled kiss, not hungry, nor rushing, just full of passion. He pulled away and undressed you slowly, trailing little wet kisses on your skin as he exposed it. After you were only standing in your panties he walked to the closet, picked out one of his T-shirts, and pulled it over you. Bucky loved it when you wore his clothes, it was a sense of pride that you were his and his alone. You started to undress him too, focusing on his clothing but you knew his gaze never left you as he followed your every movement with an expression filled with adoration. You pulled out a drawer and picked out a fresh boxer for him and panties for you. You both changed and got under the covers, Bucky instantly nuzzling your stomach and wrapping his arms around you the best he could. You reflexively started to card your fingers through his luscious brown locks and felt him hum against your skin while planting a soft kiss on it.

"I love it so much when you are this affectionate" - you laid your head on the soft pillow

"I can't help it, you are so soft and warm, the best feeling ever" - he mumbled softly and you heard his breath even out

"Sweet dreams, my love" - you kissed the crown of his head gently and drifted to sleep yourself

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A loud crash woke you up from your slumber. You turned around, wanting nothing more than to nuzzle into your boyfriend's warm body, but you found his spot empty and cold.

You yawned and walked to the kitchen to get some breakfast for yourself. Steve was already there, making coffee for himself, his back to you.

"Well, well, I didn't know purple was on the new Captain America color palette" - you commented with an obvious smirk as you saw the not so little love bites around his neck"

"Thor should definitely not bring that ale on a party again" - he laughed nervously while turning around and sipping his coffee

"Ohhh, on the contrary, Stevie. I will personally ask him to do so if it makes you finally admit your feelings" - your smiled turned more soft - "How much do you remember?"

"Everything" - he face-palmed himself - "The strength of the alcohol was enough to set me loose but not enough to make me forget things or even to have a hangover"

With that, you took out your phone to check social media. The first pic that came up nearly made you drop the device. Before you could ask Steve about it, Sam came running into the room, screaming, while a very angry looking Bucky followed him with heavy steps.

"Take it down" - your boyfriend demanded with a growl, the authority in his voice making your legs week

"No way man, where is the fun in it, there are already thousands of view on it" - Sam retorted while trying to hide behind you, knowing Bucky would never hurt you

"Oh, no, you are not getting me into this" - you stepped away, but towards your love - "Sweatheart, what got you this mad?"

"Oh, why not ask Birdie here?" - he still threw daggers with his eyes towards Sam

You thought about the post with the caption "The big bad Winter Soldier is actually a big softie #BuckyBear" that Wilson made and uploaded.

"Is this about the picture from last night? Do you not like it?" - you asked softly

"Of course I do, you are on it" - he smiled lovingly at you, his voice softened - "But other people aren't supposed to see and like it" - he mumbled and pouted like an adorable child

"Oh, honey, but we look so good. We've been together for almost two years, it's only natural that we love being affectionate towards each other" - you put your hands on his cheeks, lightly caressing them

"So it wouldn't bother you if I hold your hand or kiss you in front of others?" - he asked shyly, avoiding eye contact

"Of course not. I would really love that. But I respect your choice of privacy if it's not okay with you." - you reassured him

He didn't answer verbally, just bent down and captured your lips in a passionate, deep kiss.

"Ewww, get a room" - Sam exclaimed loudly, making you break the kiss

"You cooked yourself a meal, now you're gonna eat it" - and with that, you went back kissing Bucky

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From that moment on, Bucky always kept an arm around you and was never afraid to show his love for you. It turned out that he was a real sucker for PDA, knowing you loved his attention. You were also able to finally shower him with love anytime you wanted, to cuddle up to him and relax, and to go to long walks, holding hands. You two were never overdoing it though, but the team never minded it anyway. Everyone knew how happy and calm moments are so rare in the field of work you were doing, they were truly happy for you. Maybe Sam not so much, especially when Bucky randomly grabbed you and kissed you deeply whenever he walked in, pissing him off and reminding him that he never should invade your privacy again. Oh, and Bucky never admitted it, but he actually was grateful for Sam to take the photo that now served as his wallpaper too.

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Author's note: I have a bunch of ideas of Bucky, so most probably I'm gonna post about him for a while. But also really wanna write something sweet for Tj Hammond. What are your thoughts? Have a lovely day ^^

[trashmenofmarvel]

Branded - Chapter 31

Pairing: Demon!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: The memories come to an end

(This is a fan AU of Falling’s Just Another Way to Fly by araniaart​ . Please check out this incredible series for all of your demon Bucky needs.)

AO3

It didn’t matter that they dragged him, restrained with glyphed chains and shackles, through a glowing portal that had looked very similar to the one he’d first gone through.

It didn’t matter that their headquarters seemed to be an old manor filled with strange artifacts and old furniture.

It didn’t matter that they told him, after throwing him into a basement cell lined with glyphs, that they were a group called the Masters of the Mystic Arts.

They were HYDRA and they were going to use him like they always used him. Bucky expected Colonel Vasily Karpov to walk through the door any moment, but his only visitor was a soft-spoken bald woman. She was pale, unnaturally so, and had a very precise way of speaking. She apparently knew who he was but would only refer to him as “James.”

He hated it. Hated her sweet words given through iron bars. It was no different than how Fairbanks had treated him. Tricked Bucky with promises of hot meals, warm baths, and protection from the guards if he would just cooperate with Fairbanks’ vision.

But that’s not what the woman asked of him. Bucky didn’t know what she wanted. She would visit him, talk to him, ask him questions about his life before HYDRA. His captors had never done that before, had never encouraged him to talk about his past as a human before they managed to burn away his memories and trick him into believing he was a full-fledged demon.

It was confusing, even more so when he was moved out of the cell and into a proper room. He still had to wear the bespelled shackles that left him weak and harmless, but they didn’t beat him or taunt him or force him to feed. In fact, the woman, who called herself the Ancient One like it was an actual title, gave him a tonic that would make the hunger go away.

Bucky didn’t believe a damn word she said. He remembered the last time he’d been offered something like this from Lukin. It had been a salve that had artificially induced his next heat, and he’d been mocked cruelly before Lukin would allow his men to sate Bucky’s cursed hunger.

And now that same hunger grew so strong that eventually Bucky drank the liquid, because nothing could be worse than the agony twisting through his body. To his eternal shock, it helped. Made the searing desire in his gut vanish into a dull ache.

That was when Bucky had finally begun to believe her. This wasn’t HYDRA, and he wasn’t going to be used as a weapon again. When he’d told the Ancient One of his conclusions, she had smiled and said, “I know that must have been very difficult for you, James. I appreciate your trust.”

Bucky wouldn’t go that far, he was a long way from trusting his new captors, but when she returned the stuffed cat to him with the strange advice that he should “take care of precious things,” he was well on his way to tolerating her.

For the next few months, Bucky spent his time relearning how to be a person. He rediscovered his love of knowledge, and the Sanctum provided much of that. The books, especially. He was fascinated by the large, bound tomes that smelled like dust and forgotten time. Focusing on consuming as many books as possible was a way for him to adjust to living as a… well, as a human again.

The Ancient One had encouraged his time in the library once she trusted him with having more access to the Sanctum. The other sorcerers had wanted to keep Bucky contained in the glyph-warded cell, but she told them, “If you cage a man like an animal, expect him to act as a beast.”

Bucky was growing quite fond of her.

For the first time in a long time, Bucky wasn’t hypervigilant and waiting for the next attack, whether from HYDRA soldiers or other demons. He was healing, very slowly recovering from the decades of traumatic memories he had to sort through. It was even more confusing with the “time dilation” he’d experienced in the demon realm. Forty-eight years had passed for him when only four years had passed on Earth. It was 1995, he was in New York City, and his only acquaintances were a sect of secretive sorcerers who kept him locked up in an ancient manor.

Things could have been worse, all things considered.

Something did happen one day to dampen his spirits. It was a warm early summer day, and they were enjoying the sunshine within the Sanctum rooftop garden. The Ancient One was training him to extend his guise around his clawed feet to make them appear as if he was wearing boots. She insisted it was possible, that Bucky had already shown an affinity for magic with his ability to take away, and later they learned, share memories.

But making his demonic aspects disappear was one thing, trying to create illusionary clothing was another, and he was growing frustrated with his efforts, or lack thereof.

“Fairbanks told me my transformation was complete,” Bucky grumbled, staring at his clawed feet as if they’d done him personal wrong. “There weren’t supposed to be any more changes, but now I have to lug these things around.”

He flexed his talons to demonstrate his meaning, grimacing at the animalistic shape of them. At least with his other changes, he’d managed to guise himself enough to look human. Now, with this…

“As if I didn’t already look like a monster,” he muttered.

“Evil men lie. You know this more intimately than most.” The Ancient One seemed almost distracted, staring over the rooftop and toward the city skyline. Then she turned toward him, her smile muted in sadness. “You’re no monster, James.”

Bucky looked away, unable to look at such sincerity for too long. She really did believe what she said.

“This isn’t working.” He sat back with a huff. “I can’t do it.”

Instead of her mild chastisement for giving up so easily, the Ancient One remained silent. Bucky looked up to find her staring off to the side again, her gaze fixed on something that wasn’t there.

“What’s wrong?”

She blinked and turned back to him, giving him one of those small smiles.

“Nothing, James. Why do you ask?”

“You seem distracted.” She was never distracted. Thoughtful and meditative, sure, but never unfocused like she’d been all day.

“Mmm,” she hummed. “I thought I heard a voice.”

Bucky’s stomach dropped, mired with guilt. He’d forgotten all about his own mysterious voice. He experienced the same shade of guilt and grief whenever he remembered what had happened to Steve. Died saving the world, not long after Bucky had been imprisoned. And here Bucky was, alive and whole, and he hadn’t bothered to think about the entity, real or imagined, that had kept him from going insane in the demon realm. It had helped him remember who he was and kept at bay the devastating loneliness.

He could barely remember what the voice sounded like.

He opened his mouth to ask her to explain what she meant, but the Ancient One clapped her hands together and said, “Let us try again. You’re letting your frustration get the better of you. Focus on what you desire and shape it into the world.”

Bucky sighed and unwillingly turned back to his lessons, the weight of loneliness still lingering at the back of his mind.

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“This isn’t working.”

You watched Bucky struggle, unable to help or communicate with him. Not like you’d done before. Trapped on the demon world, Bucky had somehow been able to hear you. Even talk to you.

You’d almost forgotten who you were in that place. It had been so easy to just be with Bucky, to sink into his mind and be so close you weren’t sure who was who. And then you’d been jostled awake when he’d had leapt through the portal. It had been agony, split in two, and you’d been torn from Bucky and forced back into your own non-corporeal state.

And that’s where you’d remained. Seeing yourself as a child lose your memories. Forced to watch Bucky feed and suffer and then be captured, but when you’d realized who had him, you’d been relieved for the first time since being trapped in Bucky’s memories.

Now that you knew the Ancient One, had witnessed firsthand how kind and gentle she was with Bucky, you were shamed by your previous jealousy. She grew on you, and after a time, you felt like you knew her just as well as Bucky did.

Perhaps that explained what happened next.

“I can’t do it.”

Bucky’s frustration was aimed at the Ancient One, but she paid him no attention. Her eyes were focused directly on the spot where you stood.

The world grew quiet and still. The wizards around you, moving to and from their tasks, were now frozen in midstride. The water bubbling up from a nearby fountain hung in the air like a glass sculpture. Bucky sat half-hunched on the stone bench, glaring at his clawed feet.

Cold fear washed through your non-spine as the Ancient One smiled.

“Ah, there you are.”

You glanced around just to be extra sure she was addressing you, but the world was still frozen. Even the air was a dead weight against your skin.

“You…” Your voice trembled, unused in so long. “You can see me?”

“Of course,” she said, addressing you by name just to make the moment more surreal. “I sensed James had a passenger. How long have you been attached to him?”

Horror, hope, terror, all of it vied for control. Your next words were a messy jumble.

“I… I don’t know. I was, we were just. He was showing me his memories, but they were the wrong ones, and I got stuck—Please, you have to help me!”

The Ancient One raised a hand, palm toward you in a soothing manner.

“It’s all right. There’s no need to be afraid. Take your time, for we have plenty of it.”

You closed your mouth and took a deep breath, allowing the tension to leech from your muscles.

“That’s better,” she said, her voice smooth and her smile kind. “We shall start with something simple. Have we met before?”

“I… no. I don’t think so.” That was something simple? “I mean, I thought you were…”

Your voice trailed off into silence. Were you supposed to tell her she was dead? Or… would be dead. How were you even able to speak to her? Wasn’t this just a memory? You couldn’t affect a memory, right?

“Ah.” She gave you a knowing look. “I see.”

Her gaze drifted down to where Bucky sat, her expression fond. She didn’t seem to be very upset with the fact she would be dead sometime in the future.

“I take it you are important to James? You must be, for him to willingly share his memories with you.”

“I… yes,” you said, following her gaze to Bucky. Even now in a strange, frozen moment, you ached to touch him again. Hell, you ached just to speak with him, for him to see you and know you again. Being a stranger to Bucky was unbearable. “He’s important to me, too.”

“I sense that is true. Perhaps more than you realize.”

After a moment of quietness, she met your eye again. Something had shifted within her, and her tone grew serious.

“To answer the question you wish to ask, this is James’ memory, but it is also your present. You are untethered from reality and trapped in a time-loop.”

“A… a what?”

“It’s very fortunate I found you at this moment, in this place,” she continued as if you hadn’t spoken. “I suspect you would have been trapped, until such a time you would have caught up to the place you had become untethered, and time would have repeated itself.”

Her eyes darkened and the smile was gone. You wanted to retreat but your feet, as they had been from the start, were unable to move.

“Journeying through time is extremely dangerous.” There was thunder in her words, quiet but frightening, and you wanted to recoil. “Who is your teacher? Surely they would not have been so negligent with your education.”

“I—“ You swallowed hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. A teacher? For what?”

She stared at you for a hard minute, expression never changing, and in that moment you could sense the vast, unknowable power that lingered within this seemingly frail-looking woman.

“Listen to me well, young one,” she said. “When you return to your present, seek out the Sorcerer Supreme. I will not gaze forward to see who it is, as one should not know too much of their own fate. But when you return, go to the leader of the Order, and tell them I said…”

Her gaze dropped downward, a fond smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Even though you didn’t technically had lungs, you could breathe easier now that her dark gaze was gone.

“Tell them it’s their responsibility to shape the future of our kind. No matter what tests they’ve conducted or conclusions they’ve come to, you must be taught our ways. Neglecting to do so will result in consequences like these. Or worse.”

The Ancient One clapped her hands together again, the oversized sleeves pooling at her elbow to expose her thin arms.

“Now, it’s time I send you back, yes? Oh, one last thing.”

“Oh. Uh, y-yeah?”

“When the moment comes and the obvious choice feels wrong…” She looked you directly in the eye, a piercing gaze that went right through. “…trust yourself to find a different answer. Do not doubt yourself, even while others will. Your life, and James’, both depend on it. Do you understand?”

“Uh—no,” you stuttered. “No, I don’t understand—Wait!”

Your protest went unheeded as the Ancient One moved toward you while also remaining firmly in place. A shimmering second copy of her walked across the stone, raised a palm, and shoved you hard in the chest.

Gasping and clutching your shirt, you bolted upright with a cry. You were back in your bedroom, sprawled out on your bed and panting as if you’d run a marathon.

And Bucky was staring down at you with complete and utter horror.

Next Chapter

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The Depths (Pt. 1)

Drunk Drabble prompt submitted to @the-ss-horniest-book-club

Request by: @marvelgirl7

Summary: Because even a super soldier needs saving sometimes. 

Who: Bucky Barnes x mermaid reader

Word count: 2,341

Warnings: Swearing

Authors Note: So, this little drabble prompt has grown into a three part monster. Parts 2 & 3 will coming in the next week or so. I hope you like it Lacy- love your face! -xo- Allie Don’t forget to leave me feedback!

The Depths part 1: The Cold Brine

“Be a

mermaid

who doesn’t settle

for making a

small splash.”

   -Amanda Lovelace

I was born with fins.

No one was truly surprised. My mother liked to say I was half sea and half storm, created when the siren fell in love with a Russian fisherman she found in a hurricane. I didn’t even learn to walk on the land until I was three after which I spent half my life on land, the other in the depths.

After my father died, something in me shattered, that all too human heart that beat in my chest. Being a halfling child, I was something rare, belonging to neither world but after I lost my ties to land I refused to live only in the brine depths with my mother’s people. I made a promise to the ocean lords that I would save as many others as I could so that his spirit would find rest and not be trapped within the seas for eternity. I refused to drag men down, to sing them to eternal sleep in the dark cold silence.

I was not quite sea, not quite a storm. So I made my choice, I chose to save lives.

During the winter months, I would circle deep beneath the vessels, dodging their cages of rope and metal, the ones they used to catch the ocean’s harvest of crabs, gently urging the crustaceans into them. I did this to help the fishermen fill the steel bellies of their ships before the winter storms could grow into full strength behemoths capable of dragging men to their watery graves in the arms of the sirens.

Sirens are often called the monsters of the deep, but they are wrong. The storms are far more dangerous than I could ever be. The storms provide men like a buffet of lost souls to the creatures of the tides.

And then one day, the Americans came.

Their ships were smaller, faster than my country’s ships. Their crews laughed and sang as they worked, sounds unfamiliar on these waters.

They would work on the invisible lines that divided the ocean as if the currents obeyed any man. I was fascinated by them, I would watch them from beneath the surface, my enhanced hearing not hindered by the waves.

For six seasons I watched them. Every spring I would venture to their ports, where I would see them offload their bounty. The selkies, hostile at first until they realized I was not there to steal their lands, then welcomed me. They taught me the language of these men, how to blend into the locals. I would borrow their human guises, the sun touched skin, the onyx of their hair and eyes. How to blunt my teeth and nails. A siren among selkies, I found a new home. They knew what it was like to live in two worlds.

In the seventh season, the winds changed and the hurricane came.

The storm slammed into the fleet, leaving nothing behind, dragging men and ship to the dark before anyone could even get to their little orange life rafts. The water was simply too cold for them to survive longer than a few precious moments even if they escaped the sinking ships. Two ships in two days and no survivors.

On the third day of the storm’s fury, I pushed myself to go farther than I normally did, swimming deep to escape the riotous waves and howling wind.

I couldn’t hear anything but the pressure above me increased, actually forcing me down. Something very large had hit the water. I shot through the currents, pushing hard as the ship rolled over once, twice, and finally settled on its side. When I broke above the waves, the small lifeboat was already in the water and men were scrambling into it. I dove again, checking the water for anyone who had slipped but found no one but I saw the little blinking box fall from the rubber boat. I knew it would call for help, the selkies had taught me about it. I grabbed it and turned it on, watching as the little balloon inflated and rose where I tied it to one of the ropes dangling from their raft. As I returned to the surface I saw the last two escaping but before I could feel any sense of relief another wave hit hard and unexpected and the final man shoved his partner in before he fell and was swallowed by the sea. The men began to shout but their safe haven was pushed away from their friend.

So I dove for him.

Most men panic and thrash. He seemed almost peaceful as he descended. His hair was long for a man, some of it has escaped his holder and was drifting about his handsome face.

I wondered what color his eyes were.

I grabbed his jacket, my claws cut through the waterproof material, and the clothes underneath to flesh, drawing blood. It was enough for his eyes to fly open and his mouth opened in a scream only audible to me.

His eyes were blue, the same color as the skies in Russia when the spring finally arrives. I know what he sees but I don’t know if he believes.

A spectre of the sea, solid white from my hair to my tail. My eyes reflect any light in the murky water, giving me better vision but also giving me an unnerving glow to my eyes. My nails are sharp, my fingers webbed to the second knuckle. My tail alone is over six feet long, heavily muscled, and ends in delicate wisp fins that look like a human bride’s veil. He can’t see but each of my teeth ends in a point.

Sirens are carnivores after all.

His hand grabbed my wrist, fingers encircling it. Not made of flesh, but of metal. With my free hand, I point to him and then point up. He stares at me and I start to wonder if his heart has given out in the cold but then he nods slowly. Leaving my wrist in his hand but releasing his clothing I shot towards the surface, dragging him behind me.

We broke through at a point away from the sinking vessel, far enough away to see it but not close enough to be pulled under with it.

He gasped and his teeth immediately began chattering. I snaked the end of my tail around him and pulled him closer. He swears but released my wrist as I sat him just below my hips as a mother would her child.

“Hold on to my waist.” I felt him tentatively wrap his metal arm around me so I grabbed both and pulled him closer, locking his fingers together. My body runs hot, sometimes too much so, but at that moment I was grateful for it. My body heat should keep him alive long enough to get him to safety.

His eyes bored into me. “You’re Russian.”

“Once, yes. Hold tight. This will not be easy.” I cut through the waves, slicing through the middle of them where the water was easiest to penetrate. I held him against me with one arm while using the other to create a tunnel for us to pass through. When the little raft bobbed into sight I gave a small sigh of relief. I could hear the thumping drone of the rescue helicopters so I knew they were near.

With a final push, I grabbed the outer rope and hauled us closer.

“Call them. I won’t leave until you’re inside but they cannot see me.”

His arms still tight around my waist, he called out for them to help him inside. I gently pried his fingers apart and slid him down to the middle of my tail so he could sit on it as his companions cried out in surprised joy as they began to haul him in. I slid myself back into the water, preparing to sink out of sight when his face reappeared and he grabbed my hand.

“Thank you. How..can…I see you again?”

Baffled, I stared at him. No man who has faced a siren in her natural state would ever want to see her again. But this was no ordinary man, he had survived in some of the hardest conditions known. I don’t speak, instead, I pull my knife from around my neck and I sliced through my hair, right where a perfect silvery pearl was threaded. He watched me, not even shivering anymore. I pressed the knotted strand and the pearl into his hand before I vanished beneath the churning water.

Bucky sat in the Coast Guard helicopter, an emergency blanket wrapped around his shoulders. The other crew members were almost giddy with the relief that they had all been rescued. He ran his thumb over the hank of ivory hair and the perfect pearl braided into it as his thoughts swirled.

He’d come to Alaska after seeing a show about fishermen on tv once he’d broken free from Hydra and left Captain America…Steve…on the banks of the river. Alaska seemed like the perfect place to hide.

And it had been. No one here really asked about anyone’s past. He used an old forgotten Hydra identity and claimed to be a war vet. At least the second part of true. No one cared about what you did, only what you could do. And he was more than capable than holding his own.

Everything had been fine until that night. The captain and crew, while friendly, also gave him much needed privacy and respectful distance. But that storm, it had been raging for days but had made an abrupt turn almost as if it was hunting their boat. Two others had already sunk, so his captain had made changes to ensure their safety. When the boat had flipped, they’d all been in their bunks. By the time it had settled on its side, the crew was scrambling into the life raft. But one rogue wave had struck the raft so he’d chosen to shove the younger man, the one with a baby at home, inside and let himself fall.

He had already decided to accept his fate when the pain cut through the numbing cold. When his eyes had opened, he thought he was hallucinating. Or that he was back in cyro, dreaming as the cold took him away.

But he’d never dreamed of a mermaid before. His memory may be completely fucked but he would have remembered that. She was like someone had turned moonlight into a deadly sea maiden.

Her face was sharp angles and big eyes that gleamed like opals but it gave her an otherworldly beauty. There was a certain exotic appeal to her features. Her tail was gleaming white and nothing like any artwork had portrayed, it alone was longer than he was tall. Her body was powerful, muscles tensing as she kept herself upright.

When her hand had grabbed him, claws had sliced straight through to his chest. He grabbed her wrist, convinced she was going for his heart but instead she pointed up. Her hands were actually quite delicate with sheer webbing between her fingers but tipped with deadly looking claws. He couldn’t take his eyes off her face but he nodded. She released his clothing, choosing instead to use his grip on her wrist to drag him to the surface. She was built for speed, several powerful strokes of her tail and they were above.

When his face broke through he gasped and the frigid air rushing into his lungs was a shock to his system. He began shaking, his enhanced body trying to keep him alive. Her tail had wrapped around his core, pulled him to her side. Bucky swore at both the cold and the sensation of her settling him below her hips on that powerful tail. He couldn’t help but notice that the air around them seemed still, that no waves broke over their faces and that her tail didn’t feel like fish scales but like more like a snakeskin.

“Hold onto my waist.” Bucky stared at her. Perfect English but her accent was pure Russian. He didn’t want to hurt her with his weapon of an arm so he gingerly slid it around her. She took his arms and locked the fingers together firmly. The heat was pouring off her body, soaking into him despite his wet clothing.

“You’re Russian.” Bucky noticed the delicate slits on her neck below her pointed ear. Gills, he thought. They were flat, almost sealed against the air.

She glanced at him with her pale jewel-colored eyes, the sclera almost black. “Once, yes. Hold tight. This will not be easy.” She wrapped a muscular arm around him as if she was carrying a baby. With one push, they were off. Water should have been dragging him away but instead, it was as if she was created a tunnel through the waves. When the life raft came into his view she slowed until she was able to grab one of the outer ropes.

“Call them. I won’t leave until you’re inside but they cannot see me.”

Bucky hesitated but called out, yelling for help.

She gently pried his fingers apart and shifted until he was resting near the end of her tail. Enough that he would be able to be pulled inside but still not seen. After he’d been hauled inside he turned back around and shoved his head through the unzipped flap.

“Wait!”

She turned back to him, her eyes curious.

He grabbed her hand, this time with his flesh hand. “Thank you. How..can…I see you again?”

Confusion softened her features and she hesitated before taking a knife made of what looked like an oyster shell from her neck and slicing the pearl and the hair holding it. She’d pressed it into his hand and then vanished from sight.

Bucky sighed and shifted again, making sure his glove was concealing his prosthetic. He shoved the prize deep in a pocket and leaned his head against the vibrating wall of the helicopter.

He needed a new plan.

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