#bucky barnes slowburn

[buckyssoldat]

Quiet moments (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: After witnessing her former lover with a teammate, she distances herself from the Avengers. She finds unexpected support in Bucky Barnes, and as their friendship deepens, they discover a profound connection that leads to healing and love.

Word count: 2.4k

Requested: No

Warnings: emotional themes, slowburn, mature content

A/N: Here’s part 2 to ‘She used to be mine’ (Sharon Carter x Reader). Also, please check my series ‘Forsaken - The Fallen Soldier’. Feedback is always appreciated, don’t be shy to share your thoughts on this :)

After painfully watching Steve and Sharon fall in love, she kept her distance from them and the Avengers. The betrayal still stung, and it was hard to forget how everything fell apart, especially when her feelings were as raw as the day it happened. However, it wasn’t just Sharon’s kiss with Steve that haunted her – it was the realization that she had lost more than just a lover, she had lost her sense of belonging.

But Bucky, who had quietly witnessed her heartbreak, was more attentive than she realized. It started with small things. He’d check in on her when they had missions, asking how she was holding up, offering a reassuring smile when the weight of her feelings threatened to overwhelm her. He didn’t push her to talk about it – he just made himself present, a quiet but steady support.

In the months that followed, as the worked together on missions, they naturally began to spend more time together. Their shared silence spoke louder than words. They both understood loss, pain, and betrayal. Bucky, with his checkered past and constant search for redemption, seemed to understand her in ways that no one else could.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting mission, they found themselves alone in a safehouse in Eastern Europe. The others had gone to bed, but neither of them could sleep. She sat by the window, watching the soft rain fall against the glass. It had been a long day, her emotions worn thin from the stress of the mission, and memories of Sharon floated to the surface once again. She clenched her jaw, willing the feelings away.

Bucky entered the room, silently making his way to the kitchen. He poured two mugs of tea and approached her, sitting beside her without a word. He handed her one of the mugs, and they sat in comfortable silence for a while, listening to the rain.

“Do you ever feel like you’re drowning in memories?” she finally asked, her voice soft, almost a whisper.

Bucky sighed, his eyes fixed on the rain outside. “Every day.”

She glanced at him, searching his face. His expression was calm, but she could see the tension in his jaw, the quiet storm he constantly battled inside. Bucky had been through so much, yet here he was – still fighting, still standing. It gave her a strange sense of comfort.

“You’re not alone in that,” he added, turning to meet her gaze. His blue eyes, so often shadowed by his past, were filled with understanding. “But you don’t have to carry it all by yourself.”

For the first time in a long while, she felt the weight on her chest loosen. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make her breathe a little easier.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Their partnership on missions grew stronger, but so did their friendship. She found herself confiding in him more often, sharing pieces of her life and her past that she hadn’t told anyone. In return, Bucky shared his own stories – stories of his time as the Winter Soldier, of the guilt he carried, and the nightmares that still plagued him.

They became inseparable, always sitting together during briefings, sharing meals, and often finding themselves in quiet conversations late into the night. It was as though the two of them had formed an unspoken pact to help each other heal.

The shift between friendship and something deeper didn’t happen overnight. It was gradual, subtle, hidden in small moments that didn’t seem to mean much at the time, but eventually built into something unbreakable.

It started in little gestures.

When they returned from missions, Bucky always made sure she had everything she needed, whether it was a cup of coffee waiting for her in the morning or an extra pillow on the plane for those long, uncomfortable flights. At first, she thought nothing of it. Bucky was a kind man, even if he tried to hide it behind his often stoic exterior. But it wasn’t just the small kindnesses that caught her attention – it was the way his presence seemed to quiet her mind, to calm the chaos in her heart. He didn’t need to say much, just being there was enough.

The first time she noticed her feeling for Bucky shift, it was on a cold evening in Bucharest. They had just returned from a particularly tough mission, and Bucky, who had grown up in New York’s winters, seemed unaffected by the dropping temperature. She, on the other hand, was freezing. They walked side by side, their breath coming out in clouds, and she tried to rub warmth into her arms.

Without a word, Bucky stopped, shrugged off his leather jacket, and draped it over her shoulders. She looked up at him, surprised, and found him giving her a small, lopsided smile. “You look like you’re freezing,” he said, his voice soft. “Can’t have you turning into a popsicle.”

His jacket was warm, carrying the lingering scent of him – clean, with a hint of leather. She felt a strange flutter in her chest, something she hadn’t felt in years. Her breath caught as she realized how close he was standing, how his fingers lingered on her shoulders as he adjusted the jacket. Her heart raced, but she didn’t pull away.

“Thanks, Bucky,” she murmured, and he just gave her another one of those small smiles that made her knees feel a little weak.

They continued walking, but something had changed. That jacket felt like more than just a simple act of kindness. It felt like Bucky saw her, really saw her, and cared enough to make sure she was comfortable, even when he didn’t need to.

The next moment happened a few weeks later, when they were both back at the compound, taking some well-deserved downtime. They were sitting in the lounge, watching a movie neither of them was particularly interested in. She sat on one end of the couch, and Bucky sat on the other. Despite the space between them, she could feel his presence like a magnet, pulling her attention toward him.

About halfway through the movie, she glanced over and found him already looking at her. It wasn’t awkward – it was like he had been waiting for her to notice. He smiled, a little embarrassed to be caught staring, and she couldn’t help but smile back. There was something so gentle about the way he looked at her, like she was something precious.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice quiet in the dim light of the room.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “I’m good.”

He didn’t press, but she could see the concern in his eyes. Bucky was always careful with her, always mindful of how she was feeling. It was one of the things she admired about him, one of the things that made her realize how different he was from anyone she’d ever known.

That night, as they sat together in comfortable silence, she realized that Bucky made her feel safe in a way she hadn’t felt in years. It wasn’t just that he was physically strong – though that helped – it was the way he listened, the way he cared, the way he made her feel like she wasn’t alone in her struggles. And maybe that was when it hit her: she was falling for him.

But the moment that solidified it came one rainy afternoon. They were on another mission, this time in Paris. It was supposed to be a routine recon, but things had gone sideways, and they ended up having to hole up in a small, plain safehouse on the outskirts of the city. The rain was coming down in sheets, and they were soaked to the bone by the time they got inside.

Bucky had grabbed a towel from the bathroom and handed it to her without a word, his eyes scanning her to make sure she wasn’t hurt. She took it gratefully, drying her hair as she sat down on the edge of the bed. Bucky leaned against the wall, watching her with the same quiet intensity he always had. It made her feel exposed, like he could see straight through the heart of her.

“I’m fine, Bucky,” she said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood. “You don’t have to worry so much.”

“I’m not worried,��� he replied, his lips quirking into a small smile. But his eyes said otherwise.

He came over and sat down beside her on the bed, close enough that their shoulders were almost touching. They were both tired, both drained from the mission, but sitting there, together, it didn’t feel so bad. It felt… right.

“Do you ever think about what life would be like if we weren’t doing this?” she asked suddenly, not really sure why the question popped into her head.

Bucky looked at her, his brow furrowing slightly. “Sometimes,” he admitted. “But I don’t think I’d be good at anything else.”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “I don’t believe that. You’re good at a lot of things, Bucky. You just don’t give yourself enough credit.”

He didn’t respond right away, but when he finally spoke, his voice was quiet. “I guess I just feel like this… all of this, it’s all I know.”

She turned to face him, her heart aching for him. She understood that feeling, the way the past could weigh on you, make you feel like you didn’t deserve anything more than the life you had. But Bucky… he deserved so much more.

“I think you’re a lot more than you think you are,” she said softly, reaching out to place her hand on his. His metal arm was cool beneath her touch, but his flesh hand was warm, grounding her.

Bucky looked at her, his eyes searching hers, and for a moment, the world outside the rain-filled windows disappeared. It was just them, sitting together on that bed, the weight of everything they’d been through heavy in the air between them. But it wasn’t the bad kind of weight – it was the kind that comes from shared experiences, from understanding each other in ways that no one else could.

“I think you’re more than what you think you are, too,” he said, his voice low and sincere.

She swallowed hard, feeling her heart race as she realized how close they were sitting, how easily their hands fit together. She didn’t want to pull away. She didn’t want to pretend like there wasn’t something happening between them. But it was scary, falling for someone again, after everything she’d been through. After Sharon.

“I don’t know if I’m ready,” she whispered, more to herself than to him.

Bucky’s eyes softened, and he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “You don’t have to be. I’m not going anywhere.”

That was it. The moment. The promise he made her, that he wasn’t going anywhere, that he’d wait for her, that he understood. It wasn’t grand or dramatic. It was simple, quiet, but it meant the world to her. Because Bucky wasn’t just offering her love – he was offering her time, patience, and understanding. And that was something she hadn’t had in a long time.

The days that followed were filled with more of those little moments. The way he’d smile at her when he thought she wasn’t looking, the way he’d always make sure she had her favourite coffee in the morning, the way his hand would brush against hers when they walked together, sending sparks through her.

There was the time they were stuck in a tiny village in Sokovia, waiting for extraction after a mission. The power had gone out, and they sat together by candlelight, playing cards and laughing over nothing in particular. Bucky had leaned back in his chair, watching her as she giggled over winning yet another hand.

“You’re cheating,” he teased, his grin widening as she playfully protested.

“I’m not!” she laughed, trying to hold back the smile on her face. “You’re just bad at this game!”

“Yeah, sure,” he replied, his voice filled with warmth.

And then there was the time they were on a mission in the mountains, and a snowstorm forced them to take shelter in a tiny cabin. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting a soft glow over the room as they sat side by side on the floor. She rested her head on his shoulder, exhausted from the day’s events, and Bucky gently wrapped his arm around her, holding her close.

They didn’t speak much, but they didn’t need to. The silence between them was comfortable, filled with unspoken words and shared feeling that neither of them were quite ready to say out loud yet. But it was there. They both felt it.

And then, one evening, back at the compound, after months of stolen glances, lingering touches, and quiet confessions, they found themselves standing in the kitchen late at night. The rest of the team was asleep, the compound eerily quiet. She was making tea, and Bucky stood beside her, his eyes fixed on her every movement.

She turned to him, holding out a cup, and their hands brushed. The touch was electric, sending a jolt of warmth through her. She looked up at him, her breath catching in her throat as she saw the way he was looking at her – like she was the only person in the world.

And that was when she knew. She didn’t just care for Bucky – she was in love with him.

The realization hit her like a wave, and before she could stop herself, she leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a soft, tentative kiss.

For a moment, Bucky was still, as if he couldn’t believe it was happening. But then, his hands came up to cup her face, and he kissed her back, deeply, passionately, like he had been waiting for this moment just as long as she had.

When they finally pulled way, both were breathless, their foreheads pressed together as they tried to catch their breath.

“I love you,” she whispered, the words spilling out before she could stop them.

Bucky smiled, his eyes filled with so much warmth, so much love, that it took her breath away all over again. “I love you, too.”

And just like that, everything changed. They weren’t just friends anymore – they were something more. Something real. Something that had been building for months, in all those small moments that seemed insignificant at the time but had led them there, to that. To love.

From that moment on, they were inseparable. In Bucky’s arms, she felt safe, loved, and whole. And that was more than she had even dared to hope for.  

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[jen-with-a-pen]

❀ 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆 – 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ❀

❀ SUMMARY ❀ Ooey-gooey, fluffy snapshots looking into the lives of one Bucky Barnes and Honeysuckle, who have more chemistry than the experiments in Bruce Banner'e lab. Everyone else knows it... except them. It's not without a little help– from Sam 'Certified Wingman' Wilson– do Bucky and Honey begin to realize and figure out their feelings for one another.

❀ PAIRINGS ❀ Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

❀ WARNINGS ❀ Tooth-rotting fluff, slowburn, friends to lovers, idiots in love, everyone knows they like each other except them, Avengers live in the Tower, Sam Wilson is a good wingman, touching, mutual pining, domestic avengers, maybe like a tad angst but not much, softness, mild to moderate language (includes cursing), lots of feel-good feelings, no use of y/n, no description of y/n besides maybe outfits but it's still vague

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This series is nonlinear and each part can be read separately!

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❀ I – The "Not-Date" Date

❀ II – Another Time

❀ III – Sunset Spot

❀ IV – Think Pink

❀ V ❀ VI ❀ VII

[sokoviansimp]

I loved the last Drabble so much! Can you do one of reader getting scared whilst with someone else and wanting her mama and for a second everybody is assuming she was asking for her birth mom but she was asking for Wanda? Please??

Mama

✒ Pairings: Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes x Child!Reader (platonic)

✒ Summary: Reader gets scared whilst with someone else and wants her mama and everybody assumes she's asking for her birth mom

✒ Tags and Warnings: anxiety, flashbacks, lmk if I missed any

✒ Author's Note : I really appreciate the request! I was SO excited to write this one, what a cute Idea! Hope you enjoy. To the other requests in my inbox, I am sorry I am so slow but I will be getting to them, they're all so good :)

✒ Word Count : 2953

✒ Read Time: 15 minutes

Masterlist : The Package AU

Natasha was sitting on the floor of the living room, surrounded by a pile of toys that you had dumped out. You were crawling around, picking up different toys and examining them before discarding them just as quickly.

Examining the mess, Natasha picked up a stuffed bear and held it up to her face, pretending to growl at you. Your face lit up as you let out a squeal of delight. Natasha repeated the gesture a few more times, each time eliciting more giggles from you.

Eventually, she laid down on her back, still holding the bear up in the air. You walked over to her and climbed onto her chest, your little arms wrapping around Natasha's neck, she couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight.

"Are you trying to give me a bear hug?" Natasha asked, chuckling. You just giggled in response as you nodded your head against her chest, your tiny fingers playing with the strands of Natasha's red hair.

For a moment, Natasha forgot about all the darkness and danger that surrounded your lives. All she could see was the innocent joy and happiness on your face, and it warmed her heart more than anything else in the world. Once you were settled on her chest for the hug, you stayed put enjoying the comfort. Mindlessly playing with the redhead’s hair as you relaxed with her. 

Moments later, Wanda meandered in from the kitchen to see the two of you on the verge of sleep cuddled together on the floor. The sight was perfect, her two favorite people. It looked as if Nat was guarding you from the world, as long as you were in her arms, nothing could harm you and you’d be perfectly safe. Or maybe that’s not what it looked like to everyone, but it sure looked that way to Wanda. Maybe that’s because that’s the way that Natasha has always made her feel. When her brother died, she was there for her, no matter what she needed, sometimes before she even know she needed it, Nat provided. 

The day they found you on the mission, Natasha was there to provide support for Wanda, to make sure she knew that she’d be there to make sure no one ever hurts you again. As she watched the two of you, Wanda realized that Natasha was more than just her best friend. She felt a connection with her that she couldn't deny. It wasn't just the way Natasha made you laugh or held you when you cried, but the way she made Wanda feel when they were together.

Wanda had never felt this way before, she made her way over to pull a blanket off of the couch to lay over the two of you. She knew that she was falling in love with Natasha. She tried to push the feeling aside, telling herself that it was just a crush or infatuation, but she knew deep down that it was more than that.

You had only been with Wanda and the Avengers for a couple of months, but you were already starting to feel at home in the compound. You loved exploring the vast rooms and corridors, playing with the Avengers and their various gadgets, and spending time with Wanda, who had completely taken you under her wing. But there were still moments when things reminded you of your old life and made you scared of this new environment.

Wanda was more nervous about the night than she wished to be. Worrying about what she should wear that was appropriate but may also catch the other redhead’s eye. It was silly, they’d been friends for years and Natasha never noticed before, or was it because Wanda wasn’t trying to catch her attention, surely today would be no different. To her, Wanda was sure she would never be seen as more than a friend. She couldn’t help but think about what Nat would think of each outfit she picked out though. 

This evening was special because, for the first time since you resided at the compound, there would be guests joining for one of Tony’s gatherings. It was more tame than Tony’s parties are typically known for, it was mostly for a press announcement regarding a new watch that Stark Industries released. 

The StarkWatch, set to land on the market two weeks from today, would be equipped with state-of-the-art sensors and algorithms that can accurately measure your heart rate, blood pressure, oxygen saturation, and other key health metrics. It would also have a built-in GPS and a voice-controlled digital assistant that can help the user navigate, set reminders, and perform various tasks hands-free.

One of the most innovative features of the StarkWatch would be its holographic display, which would allow the user to access their smartphone apps and notifications in a fully immersive and interactive way. They could simply raise their wrist and see a floating 3D image of their screen, which they could manipulate with hand gestures and voice commands.

The ultimate gadget for the modern tech-savvy individual who wants to stay healthy, connected, and stylish at all times. Or at least, that’s what Tony was saying about it. The watch would be available in a range of colors and styles, and would come with a custom-designed charging dock that doubles as a stylish desk accessory. 

With the rise in smartwatches, the press was on the edge of their seat waiting to see what Stark Industries had cooked up for the market of consumer-based wearable tech. 

Every Avenger was in the audience for the announcement to show their support for Tony, even you. Wanda wasn’t planning on staying the entire time but it was important to her to at least make an appearance. Once Tony’s speech was over, the crowd shifted their attention to the tables that held food and drinks. 

While the guests were mingling and filling their plates with the finest catered food around, Tony made his way over to the crime-fighting group that you sat with. The congratulatory wishes poured from their mouths as they welcomed their friend off the stage. 

Throughout the speech, and even now, you sat comfortably on Wanda’s lap with your back to her so you could see everything that was happening. Wanda’s focus shifted from the stage to Natasha every so often as she stole glances at the redhead. You had been very well-behaved and hadn't made a sound throughout the whole event. Now that everyone else was getting out of their seat and your friend, Tony, was no longer on stage, you started to get a bit antsy in Wanda’s grasp. 

At first, you were just shifting your weight from one leg to another, but soon you were trying to wiggle your way out of her hold and off of her lap. She tried to explain to you that the appropriate thing to do right now is to keep still but you just wanted to get up and stretch your legs, and well, now that you think about it you want to go play. The event was quite boring, mostly made for grownups, and the only reason you were even there was to show support, you don’t even know what you’re supporting. Tony was up on a big stage though, I guess that’s kind of cool. 

“Are you thirsty, baby? Want me to go get you some juice?” Wanda asked into your ear as she leaned down toward you. 

“Yes, juice!” you nodded your head, “can we pway now?” you wondered as you met her eyes over your left shoulder. Your patience was wearing thin, and as much as you wanted to behave, you also wanted to go and play with your toys. You were hoping that getting up to get juice could be the perfect gateway to leave. It felt like you had been sitting in that room for hours. 

Tony caught wind of you wanting to skip out early and in an effort to keep your attention, he mentioned how you’re not going to want to miss the next act. You were instantly intrigued by his sentiment. He continued on, telling you how they’re going to demo the new features and there's going to be a whole show on stage.

The possibility of what could take place on stage left you in excited anticipation, going over different impossible scenarios in your mind. What if someone came walking in riding on a triceratops? Surely you wouldn’t want to miss that. 

Lost in your thoughts, Wanda picked you up from her lap as she stood and placed you down on the seat she was just occupying, “Can you stay here with the team while I go get you juice?” 

You nodded in response as Natasha offered to go with her. Wanda immediately tensed at the thought of being alone with her, what would they talk about? Would she make a fool of herself? Until she quickly remembered she’s her best friend and it’d be crazy to let a little crush ruin that, she had to act normal. After confirming with the team that they would be ok to watch you while she retrieved the juice, she and Nat walked off. 

“Are you thirsty too?” Wanda raised a brow to Natasha as they settled in the beverage line. 

“Thought you could use some company,” Nat answered. The past couple of days, it almost seems like Wanda has been avoiding her and she’s not sure what she did, or if she did anything for that matter. Most importantly, she wants to make sure her friend is okay because she’s just seemed off.

“Oh, thanks”

“Of course, is everything ok? -it just seems like you’ve been a bit off lately”

Wanda felt embarrassed that Natasha had noticed the shift, “how do you mean?”

“Well, I- I guess, I just haven’t seen you in a few days really. You’re not avoiding me, are you? Did I do something?” Natasha sputtered out. 

Truthfully, Wanda was avoiding Nat. Of course, she did nothing wrong, maybe even just too many things right, but surely she couldn’t admit that. “No- god no, of course not!” Wanda tried to reassure her, the last thing she wanted was to make Nat feel like she did something wrong, “I- I’ve just been busy, I’m okay though.”

“Promise?” Nat double-checked

“Promise,” Wanda reassured her

“You know you can tell me anything, Wands. I’m here for you,” the nickname made Wanda’s stomach flip. It’s not like she hasn’t heard it fall from her lips a million times before, but this was the first time after she’s begun to see Nat in a different light and it hit very differently. 

“I know, you always have been,” Wanda affirmed. 

“You look stunning today, by the way moy drug,” Nat commented. 

Muy Drug. The statement of friendship felt like a dagger to the heart for the Sokovian, “Thanks, you look good too tovarishch” she responded. 

During their wait in line for drinks, the demo had begun setting up. The two were 3rd in line when the lights began to dim and a dramatic soundtrack blared through the auditorium, “I’m sure Y/N’s on the edge of her seat right now,” Nat mentioned as Wanda let out a chuckle and a nod hoping to make it back soon enough to see your reaction. 

The sounds began to lead up to something as the two redheads approached the front of the line. Just as the server was handing Wanda your glass of orange juice, fireworks are set off at both sides of the stage. Immediately, Wanda knew you were going to go into a panic, she quickly gave the drink to Nat and she set off for you. Natasha knew exactly why Wanda was rushing to get back to you so quickly and still, the two of them were slowed down by the crowd of people. 

At the sound of the fireworks, you immediately covered your ears and closed your eyes as tears began to form in your eyes. The sounds sent you back to your time with Hydra, as you started to shake and rock back and forth, “MAMA!” You called out, hoping she would hear you and come running to comfort you.

The sound of you calling out for your mom broke Bucky’s heart as he tried to calm you the best he could. He knew your mom was never coming back but he didn’t know how to explain that to a 3-year-old. “Y/N, it’s ok, they’re just fireworks. It’s fake booms.” He tried to tell you. 

“Want mama,” you stated as you began to cry.

“I know, I’m sorry kid, your mama isn’t here,” he said as he reached out to hold you. Bucky begins bouncing you up and down in an attempt to soothe you when Wanda and Nat finally return with your juice.

“MAMA!” you yell as you reach your arms out toward Wanda.

Bucky was taken aback by your action, he assumed that when you were calling for your mama, you were wanting your birth mother. The entire team had a similar reaction in their heads. It was heart-warming to see that you thought of Wanda as your mother. As soon as she’s within arms reach, she takes you from Bucky, silently thanking him for taking care of you. 

You quickly nuzzled into Wanda’s neck as she rocked you back and forth, rubbing your back in sooting circles. You soon calmed down, feeling safe and sound in her arms. 

Natasha, standing there holding your juice was taking it all in. The way Wanda was so attentive and caring for you made her smile, and now to see you calling her your mama, Natasha was so happy for Wanda. She knew how much having a family meant to her, and she was so happy to see it happening before her very eyes. The love she held for you both was immeasurable. 

“Juicy,” You say reaching toward Natasha for the juice she held for you. It took Natasha a couple of seconds to register that she was meant to respond by handing you your juice, lost in the way Wanda was coddling and swaying you, “Yes, here you go, Y/N careful small sips,” she mentions as she raises it to your lips for you to drink. 

“Tank yew Natty,” you muttered with a smile on your face as you pulled pack from the straw to nuzzle back into Wanda’s neck. 

“I think we should go now, congratulations again Tony,” Wanda sincerely noted to her friend as she went to carry you out of the theatre. 

“Natty come too?” You said reaching one arm out toward Natasha. The action was too cute to turn down, not that she wanted to anyway.

“Of course” she said as she followed you and Wanda out. 

Once the 3 of you reached the common room, Nat suggested watching a movie to calm down from the chaos of the night, “Fwozen?” you wondered

Nat chuckled, having watched Frozen with you twice already this week, “Frozen it is!” 

Wanda internally winced at the decision, becoming tired of the same movie occupying the screen everytime she sat in front of it, but she didn’t say anything as she knew you had a rough night. 

Wanda sat on the couch with you snuggled up against her, wrapped in a warm blanket as they watched Frozen on the TV. Natasha was sitting on the other side of the couch, but Wanda couldn't help but notice how she kept inching closer, until their legs were touching.

As the movie played on, Natasha reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from Wanda's face. Wanda felt her heart race as she turned to look at Natasha. Their eyes met and Wanda felt a sudden jolt of electricity between them.

They both looked away, pretending to focus on the movie, but their minds were elsewhere. As the scene with Anna and Kristoff began to play out on screen, Natasha's hand found its way onto Wanda's thigh. Wanda felt her skin flush as Natasha's fingers began to rub soothing circles.

Wanda couldn't concentrate on the movie anymore. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of Natasha. As the scene played out with Anna and Kristoff sharing a kiss, Wanda couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. She wanted nothing more than to be the one sharing a kiss with Natasha.

As the movie came to an end, Wanda got up to put you to bed. As she tucked you in, she couldn't help but feel distracted. She knew she had feelings for Natasha now, and she couldn't shake them. As she turned to walk back to the living room, she was met with the same emerald eyes that have been consuming her thoughts for the past week. 

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Nat offered

Without a word, Wanda walked past Natasha so that she could leave you alone to sleep, Nat took this as a queue to follow, “I’m fine Nat, I promise” Wanda insisted, wanting desperately to let this whole thing go. 

“Hmm” Nat hummed in response, knowing that there was something on her friend’s mind. Surely there was something on hers too, but she wasn’t sure if it was the right time to bring it up. 

“Hmm? What’s that supposed to mean?” Wanda countered, pressing on. 

“Means I don’t believe you,” Nat said as she walked out, leaving the redhead alone with her thoughts and her feelings. Thoughts swirling around her head of what Nat really knew. Was she being too obvious? Nat’s her best friend, of course, she can see something is off, but did she know that it was because of her?

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[comet-fire13]

"the man on the bridge... who was he? - i knew him. - but i knew him"

- Bucky Barnes talking about Steve Rogers, Captain America: The Winter Soldier

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Bucky Barnes x OGcharacter

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James agreed to help her with a mission, but they need to drive across the country. Road trip with the Winter Soldier. What could go wrong?

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Chapter 18

I was woken up by the sun on my face. At some time I had fallen asleep. Judging from how heavy my eyes were, it wasn’t long ago.

Striding to the bathroom I caught myself in the mirror. Damn. There was a large bruise around my neck. I should be mad or even annoyed. Anything but amused.

After getting changed I’m ordering breakfast when James finally emerged.

“What do you want to eat? Do you even eat?” He’s about to answer when he saw my neck. Knowing he was going to make a big deal about it. I hold up my finger. Motioning him to wait. “A meat omelet and toast. Thank you.” I hung up. “Thank God someone knew English or else that would’ve sucked.”

“Alex I-”

“Don’t make it a big deal out of it.” And what is it with people calling me Alex? I just found it strange that Steve naturally called me that. Now James? I didn’t tell him not to. I liked it.

“It is a big deal.”

“Really it’s not. I’ve had much worse.” Some even caused by you. I thought. I didn’t want him to feel any guilt. "It’ll be gone in an hour or two. Don’t worry about it or you’ll piss me off.” Changing the subject I pulled up the file Fury sent me. “Do you know it?”

“It’s a warehouse in France.”

“Do you know what’s in it?”

“Failed, and abandoned technology throughout the decades.”

“That’s our target. To destroy everything. There could be others there. Are you up for it?” If he wasn’t I needed to know.

“I can do it.”

“Good, I’ll book a plane ticket.”

“No.” He hissed.

“Why not?”

“Too public, cameras everywhere. You aren’t the only one looking for me.”

“Alright genius, how are we going to get there, walk?”

“We can get a car.”

“James, it's a thirty-eight-hour drive. Not plus stops.”

“Better than being caught.”

Being stuck in a car with him for two days was not a good idea. “Fine. I guess we’re road tripping. What could go wrong?”

Two hours later we’re on the road. We didn’t talk. Just sat in silence. Comfortable silence. Nothing about it was tense or awkward. It was right. It wasn’t till we had to ditch the car and sneak across the border out of Russia till I finally asked.

“When did the ringing start for you?”

“Every time I was awake. It wasn’t until..” He stopped like he didn’t want to answer.

I wondered if this was the most he’d said in a long time.

“Until I saw you for the first time.” He continued. “Then it turned into a scream. Does it happen often for you?” Now he’s asking questions. This was good.

“It’s always there just more times it’s quiet, but other times it’s deafening.”

“Even now?” He asked.

“Even now,” I confirmed. “What is it?”

“I don’t know.”

I huffed in annoyance. I thought he would have all the answers, but really he’s just as clueless as I was.

I went on asking about other HYDRA bases around the world. Then cross-checked them with Fury’s list. There were only two more than Fury didn’t have listed.

We were midway through Poland when I started to get tired. It wouldn’t be good for us to push through and get there exhausted. He could’ve kept going, but I wasn’t sleeping in the car. Because James was driving he chose the grungiest, grossest motel I’ve ever seen.

“I’m not sleeping here.” I refused to go inside.

“It’s one night. You’re the one who wanted to stop.” I didn’t want to make a scene. The only reason I agreed.

We went up to the man at the desk. “Two rooms,” James said.

“One room. Like I’m going to let you out of my sight.”

The man looked at us like we were crazy. Great, he didn’t speak English. “One room.” Said louder, and slower. I held up one finger.

He nodded like he understood, and said something in Polish. He waved his hand for us to follow. He brought us to a room and handed James the key while saying something.

Then James responded in the same language as the man walked away.

“You understood him?”

“I know many languages.”

“Then why the hell didn’t you say anything?”

“Because it was funny.” Great the Winter Soldier had a sense of humor.

His lips almost curled in a smile as he opened the door.

“Hell, no,” I said as I saw the one bed. I turned back to try and get another room with two beds. I am not sharing.

“It’s fine.” He grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me around. “I sleep on the floor anyway.”

“You want to lay in that?” I motioned to the nasty-ass carpet.

“I’ve stayed in worse.” He walked over to the bed, and grabbed a pillow, putting it on the ground.

Looking around I do agree. It was better than the streets I used to sleep on. I went into the bathroom. It wasn’t much better here. I think I saw a rat crawl into the drain of the shower. Fucking gross.

I woke up to James’s grunting again. This time I knew right away he was having a nightmare. Not… my cheeks heat up thinking about it again. Stop going there you pervert. I thought.

I looked over the edge. He looked pained. Early on I had nightmares just like these. Rox used to have to help me through them. She used to just sit next to me, and hold my hand. Knowing that someone I trust was next to me helped.

I don’t know if he trusted me, but I extended my hand down to him anyway. Please don’t attack me again. I thought as I grabbed his hand. He stiffened and slowly started to relax. His breathing evened out.

Once he was fully calmed down I tried to pull away, but his hand tightened. Not aggressively, but in a way that he didn’t want me to leave. I didn’t mind. If anything it helped me relax. So we stayed like that till I fell asleep.

When I woke up the sun was just barely coming over the horizon. Groaning not ready to get up. I looked over the edge to see if he was still asleep. I could pretend that I didn’t wake up, and maybe sleep in for once.

When I looked down I went cold. He was gone. Damn it. With the newfound energy, I flew out of bed. He wasn’t in the bathroom.

I let my guard down for a second, and he disappeared. Pissed at myself I punched the wall. Which left a hole, but I didn’t care. It matched the rest of the room.

I noticed the keys were still on the side table at least he left me the car. Do I try, and hunt him back down? He couldn't have gotten far on foot. Would it be worth it? I didn’t really need him to finish this mission. Fury was going to be mad. Before I could make a decision the door clicked open.

I grabbed a knife from my bag and threw it at whoever was walking in.

“Jesus.” He cursed. James stood there with paper bags in one hand, and a drink carrier in the other. He stared at the knife that embedded into the wall just centimeters away from his face.

“Is this how you treat people who bring you breakfast?” He set down the drinks to pull out the knife.

“You didn’t leave.” I’m thrilled that he didn’t, but why didn’t he?

“No.” He handed me one of the bags.

“Why not?”

“I just didn’t want to, and you could be right. Taking down the last of HYDRA could help.”

We didn’t talk about last night. There was a slight change in our silence, not bad but a sense of rightness. I was driving this time. He was writing in his notebook.

“What are you writing?” I asked.

He didn’t answer. He acted like he didn’t hear me, but he slowly lifted the book so I couldn’t see the words.

“Come on James, are we going to sit here for sixteen hours in silence?”

“Call me Bucky. James makes me think you’re mad at me.”

“Maybe I am. James.” I joke winking at him.

“Okay.” He closed his book. “Why don’t you go by Erika?”

“It just never seemed right. I have more memories as Alexandra. If that makes sense.”

“Makes perfect sense, Erika.”

“Did you just make a joke?” I looked over and I actually saw a smile. It looked good on him. It lit up his face. He could definitely break some hearts.

I begin to wonder what he was like before. Steve told me he was quite popular especially with the women. I wanted to ask. What the forties were like. If he had someone. Maybe it was too soon to dig up those memories.

So as much as I didn’t want to. I talked about myself. The stories I had from being on the streets to Roxy landing her job at the bar. The criminals that taught me knife throwing, and basic training. But mostly I talked about Rox. God, I fucking miss her.

As I rambled on I could tell he was hanging onto every word. With my opening up I hoped he would share about his good times. He didn’t.

“You and Roxy must be close.” He said in the middle of my story about a drunken night I had to carry her across Los Angeles.

“I would do anything for her. Forever and always. It’s rare to find someone like that. When you do it’s important to not let that go. No matter what.” The ending was more me talking to James than about Rox.

“Yes, it is.” He said.

“How did you and Steve meet?” There was a chance of him shutting down, and not talk at all. Or he opens up.

“We were young. There were kids beating him up. I stepped in. From there we became friends instantly.”

“You were his own personal guardian angel.”

He huffed. “Yeah. I guess you could say that. How is he?”

“Worried about you. He’s going to be so mad when he finds out I found you and didn’t tell him.”

“He doesn’t get mad.”

“No, he's disappointed, which is arguably worse.” I laugh.

Chapter 19

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Finding Memories. Chapter 16.

Series Summary: Waking up with little to no memory of her past, and being saved by a group of individuals who call themselves heroes, sends a long time captive for a whirlwind trying to find some form of grounding in this world she quickly learns runs on chaos. But she’s not the only one trying to figure out her forgotten backstory. Bucky Barnes, along with the other Avengers, can’t help but sense that there is a lot more to the whole situation than a diagnosis of amnesia. Her background slowly starts to come forward in pieces of her past and hidden information discovered. Who is she? And why was she in the room they were meant to destroy?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Reader 

Word Count: 3600+

A/N: First off, I know I’ve already said this MULTIPLE TIMES, but I truly mean it when I say I appreciate that you all are patient with this story. Both in when each chapter is released and with the slow burn it has to it. I know for some it’s hard for people to stick to it, but I really wanted to create a story with depth, connection, and details that bring it to life! So for those following and making impressions on the chapters as they come out, BIG KISSES TO YOU ALL!! To those that have fell off the bandwagon, I’m not judging a bit. I hope you come back when it’s all wrapped up and completed. LOVE YOU!!!

TW: Torture, cussing, gore, PTSD, triggers.  

Chapter 16:

When they got upstairs, Bruce was able to miraculously convince her to follow through with the checkup. 

After Bucky retrieved the medical bag from the kitchen and brought it back to his room where Y/N was sitting on the bed, his phone wouldn’t stop going off. 

“Take it, Barnes,” Bruce waved him off. “They won’t stop until you do.” 

He was right. It was mainly Tony that was calling him on repeat and he was known for how relentless he could be. 

“I’ll just be outside,” Bucky pointed back toward the door. He looked to Y/N double checking she was fine, but she seemed to be taking in the quiet environment while she waited for Bruce to get to work. 

He quietly walked out, a part of him feeling like he somehow had taken 10 steps backward with her. 

“You know when someone hangs up on you 5 times in a row, it usually means they can’t talk,” Bucky rolled his eyes, placing a hand on his hip and the other holding the phone to his cheek. 

“Or they don’t want to talk,” Tony spit back. “And in this case, that’s not an option.” 

“Get to it, Stark,” he gritted through his teeth, turning on his feet as he was high alert in the hall. 

“We need a report from you. Not just an in-passing comment on what all happened,” Tony continued. “I need you back in the lab to figure out what I’m dealing with.”

“I’m trying to get Y/N settled. She kind of had a,” he paused looking at the door and stepping away a little further. “Everything finally caught up to her and she had an upsetting interaction with the nurse.” 

“Upsetting like she was on the brink of hurting someone?” Tony had to ask. 

“No,” Buckys said sternly. 

At the single and final answer, Tony knew it was best to not question further. 

“Either way, get back down here. We have things to discuss.”

Before he could argue back, the line ended and he saw the call-ended screen come up when he pulled it away. 

“Typical,” he sighed annoyed. 

Coming back inside quietly, Bruce sat in a chair across from Y/N where she was sitting crisscrossed on the edge of the bed as he talked to her. 

“No, I understand,” Bruce nodded. “But we are going to figure out it all out, and in no time, you’ll be in control of it all.”

Bucky could deduct what they were talking about and he was glad she and Bruce had also grown close in her time here. Having to do bloodwork and check-ins often with him made it easy to build a relationship with the scientist. 

The two turned to his entrance and he gave an awkward tight smile. 

“Sorry, but Tony just called and needs me back downstairs,” he walked in slowly. “Didn’t really give me a chance to decline.” 

“Sounds about right,” Bruce chuckled. “Well we have some things to break down, so I can stay here until you get back.” 

“Are you sure?” Bucky asked. 

He looked to Y/N who was looking down at her hands and avoiding any form of acknowledging him. He felt bad about making her feel like a child that needed babysitting, but given what had just happened on their walk, he wasn’t leaving her alone anytime soon. 

He understood that there was a chance of her getting annoyed with him babying her, but he was protective in nature and that wasn’t leaving anytime soon. 

“We’ll be fine,” he waved off. “Go before Tony sends an army for you.”

“I’ll be quick,” Bucky assured, moving back to the door. He looked at Y/N one more time, still not getting anything out of her, and he sighed turning to Bruce who noticed it too. “I’ll be back in less than an hour, promise.” 

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Once downstairs, Bucky barged into the room just outside the holding space. Tony was instructing some lower-level agent about something on a tablet, but it was hard to miss the Sargeant’s dramatic entrance. 

“Jeez,” Tony huffed. “Maybe next time don’t make it to where I have to replace the doors.”

Bucky never snapped back, but his look showed he wasn’t in the mood, like always, to banter with him. 

“Whatever. This way,” he waved him to the side and they got to business. 

About 30 minutes later when everything he needed from Bucky was taken care of, Bucky was prompt to turn on his heel and head back out. 

“One more question,” Tony shouted to his back. Bucky took a deep breath and turned halfway. “How did she do it?” 

Bucky raised a bothered eyebrow at the man. Tony wasn’t dumb, but he was becoming a little too cheeky about his concerns being brought to fruition. 

Bucky walked to him, his eyes never leaving Starks as he got in his face. 

“The one person who can tell me that is the same one I’ve had no longer than 10 seconds to talk to, thanks to you’re persistence in keeping me down here,” he said with a stone-cold look. 

Tony tried to mimic the look but ended up giving his own signature face of annoyance. 

“Just tell me, Barnes. Had she told you about those powers before?”

Finally, the real question came out and it made the soldier's face share the realization of where some of Tony’s questions from earlier were coming from. 

“Right,” Bucky nodded, biting his lip in anger and looking away to collect himself before back to the man in front of him. “You almost had me, Stark. For a minute there, I thought we were actually making progress.” His chuckle that followed was not one of comedic intent. He was pissed. “As always, too good to be true.” 

He turned and moved out of the room. 

“I’ve seen how you two are around the other. I hear it from everyone else too,” Tony shouted his way. “You two have a bond and forgive me for believing she confided in you when she found out for herself what all she was capable of.”

Bucky knew this feud would and could go on for hours if he said any of the things he was thinking. But he didn’t have time or the patience for this type of conversation and didn’t say another word while he walked out of the room.

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In the bedroom, Y/N had just finished giving a blood test and they had wrapped up the first part of the check-up earlier. 

“Ok, all done,” Bruce smiled over his glasses before carefully putting the vial in a safe suitcase. “Any questions for me or anything?” 

She hesitated but nodded after a second. 

“You’ve told me before there’s a green guy that you turn into when you get overwhelmed or angry,” she stated, and he laughed at her summary of what details he had shared with her. 

“Yeah, the green guy and I have a better relationship than we used to,” he laughed a little. “I have a little more control over his comings and goings.”

“How did you learn how to do that?” she was quick to ask and her eyes showed a sense of urgency. 

“It took time, patience, and… Lots of meditation,” he answered. “It definitely didn’t happen overnight.” 

“What was the first step you took?” 

He paused trying to think of what was his first step. He wasn’t lying when he said it was a long process and truthfully there will always be things he’s learning.

He let out a breath before scooting to the end of his chair and intertwining his hands.

“In order to know what you’re up against, you have to push the boundaries you worry you can’t control. Without that, you’ll never know the type kind of anomalies your powers take up. It’s nerve racking and sounds like an impossible task that easily could result in something scary and unpredictable, but…” He looked at the worry on her face but behind it held a look of curiosity. “No progress can be made without trial and error. Find a place that is a controlled environment, and maybe with someone you know could help, and you’ll be climbing the staircase to understanding yourself in no time.”  

There was a second of silence as she took in his response. 

“And what if no one can help me?” 

“Not to make it an intimidating endeavor, but some things may have to be done alone. And sometimes things you don’t plan to happen will happen. It’s all part of the learning process,” he shrugged, sitting back in his chair. “But if there is one thing I’ve learned about you my friend, you are a force to be reckoned with. You’ve seen and gone through things that most don’t even have the capacity to imagine, yet here you are. A kind, bright, patient, and brave soul. This is just the start of something great, even if it feels like a punch to the gut at the moment.”

Again another silence filled the room as Y/N processed his advice. When she felt like she was ok to move on, she laid her hands in her lap and slouched some. 

“I didn’t mean to scare anyone,” she said with a hint of hurt. “I just- No one was listening to me.”

“You don’t have to explain it to me,” he laughed. “I understand being in stressful environments and feeling like you can’t escape. I’m sorry no one listened to you down there. They sometimes get blindsided by the job and hospitality can get thrown out the window.”

“I understand others not getting it, but Bucky he-,” she paused, feeling bad about being frustrated with him, but that’s exactly what it was. “I know his intentions mean well. They have since day one.” 

Bruce nodded in understanding and crossed his arms as he got comfortable in the chair.

“Sergeant Barnes has always been one to protect those that need it. Especially when he can sympathize with some of the things you’ve gone through,” he explained. “And because of that, he’s efficient in making sure all those steps are taken. Especially if it’s someone he’s grown to care about.”

If she heard that last sentence with the tone behind it, she didn’t show it. She seemed too lost in her own thoughts to fully comprehend what Bruce was hinting at. 

Though he had learned that the two were oblivious to the obvious bond they had built. 

The conversation didn’t go further than that, however, because Bucky was knocking on the door and coming in after Bruce gave the all-clear. 

“Hey,” Bucky smiled, nerves slipping into his facial expression. “Everything go ok?” 

“Just wrapped up,” Bruce stood, grabbing his bags. “I’ll run downstairs and do a test on the blood sample, but everything else is all clear. Nothing to worry about health-wise.” 

“Great,” he let out a sigh of relief, coming more into the room. “I appreciate your help Banner,” he met him halfway as Y/N stayed on the bed still not turning to him. 

“Anytime,” Bruce nodded. “One thing though,” he turned back to Y/N and then Bucky in a whisper. “Take it easy on her. She’s freaked out just as much as you are, but you need to listen to her. She just did something she hasn’t remembered being able to do in a while and she has questions. Let her explore them for the answers. 

Bucky knew he was right, but a part of him worried about what all that exploration could entail. 

“Thanks,” he nodded. “I really do appreciate you helping where I couldn’t.”

Bruce gave a single nod and made his way to the door. 

“You know where to find me if you have any questions, Y/N. I’m also just a call away.” 

Y/N finally looked up and gave him a soft smile. 

“Thanks, Dr. Banner,” she responded quietly. 

After Bruce left, there was an awkward silence that took over the atmosphere. It was as if words wanted to be said, but neither knew where to start. 

Friday ended up being the one breaking the silence. 

“Sergeant Barnes,” she echoed over the system, Y/N’s head lifted at the noise. “Agent Romanoff is back from retrieving Maximoff from a mission and would like to discuss the events of this morning.” 

Bucky was about decline the ask and say they needed a second to rest, but Y/N stood quickly and seemed to be in a rush all of a sudden. 

“Where are they?” she asked. 

Bucky’s eyebrows crumpled at her quickness. 

“Currently walking off the tarmac and headed to your room,” Friday replied. 

“Tell them to meet me in the training rooms. Normal spot,” she instructed, and Friday confirmed. 

Not long ago she was begging to curl up in a ball and hide away from everything, and now after half an hour with Bruce, she’s marching with a look of determination to see Nat and Wanda. 

“Hold on a second,” Bucky intercepted her, his build keeping her from reaching the door. “I think it would be best if you rested for a little before heading off on a mission.” 

Bucky’s was becoming a little snarky about the situation. After his talk with Stark and after going through the whole surprise of the morning, he was losing patience. 

“Banner just said I was fine. Everything is normal,” she retorted looking up at him, not budging. 

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you’re ready to just jump back in the action of it all,” he said back, crossing his arms over his chest. It was an attempt to show he meant business. 

“I feel fine,” she said in a deep tone. 

“Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t take it easy.”

Instead of throwing back another miffed response, she turned her head up at him. 

“Why won’t you trust me?” There was anger behind her question and the tension was clearly building. “I said I’m fine, I need you to trust me that that is the case,” she huffed. 

He relaxed some in his posture upset that she thought that. 

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, I just worry you aren’t looking out for yourself,” he explained. “Not even an hour ago you were talking about hiding from the world. I’m worried your frustration of the situation is taking charge and you’re not thinking clearly.”

“I’ve never had a more transparent way of thinking,” she challenged, raising her eyes and copying his stance with her arms over her chest. 

He never thought in a million years that the stare-off he was having would be with her. This side of her was new but made him realize she was not always the timid girl he had saved.

She was now comfortable enough to fight for her choices and right now, she really didn’t want to be interrupted in finding answers. 

“The answers will be there still in an hour,” he tried to bargain with her. “All I’m asking is you relax for a little and to let your body have a second.”

She was done and over it. She blinked slowly and turned her back to him before walking a few steps ahead, stiff in her body language. 

This wasn’t the look of someone about to fall back from the fight. This was someone gearing up for it. 

Then she took a deep breath, her hand running through her hair again as she prepared to not follow the vexation talking in her head, telling her to not hold back. 

But she was better than that, she took a deep breath and collected herself before turning back to Bucky who was unmoved from blocking her exit. 

“I’m not asking. I’m going to the training facility. If you want to come with me you can. If you want to stay, I don’t care. Either way, I’m leaving,” she grabbed a sweater she had laid on the back of the couch and started walking to the door without paying any mind to his body keeping her from it. 

“Y/N, I don’t want to do this,” he started, stepping back and getting closer to the door to keep her away. 

He had the upper hand and was the barrier keeping her from leaving still. She was in front of him and it would take much more than a shove to get him out of the way. 

“Great, then don’t,” she retorted going back to not making eye contact with him. 

“Didn’t say I wouldn’t though,” Bucky sassed back, sidestepping as she tried to reach around him for the handle. 

“I swear-” 

“You swear what?” he challenged, bending some attempting to make her look at him even though she refused to. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she answered, looking up through her lashes. And not in a cute bashful way, this was the first time she had threatened him and he was shocked at it. 

“You wouldn’t,” he called her bluff. 

A look of uncertainty at her threat flashed over her features but in the same second it came, it left. 

Next thing he knew, she was somehow opening the door and he was a good 5 feet away. He couldn’t comprehend the moves she had made as he never expected them to come. But in some way, in some form, she had out-maneuvered him in a defensive move he didn’t know she was capable of. 

“How the hell did you just-?” His eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly open at the confusion coursing through his thoughts and body. 

“If you didn’t fight me on it, it wouldn’t have needed to happen,” she grunted, turning the handle and walking out quickly. 

Bucky took a second to snap out of it, but when he did he ran after her. 

“Whoa!” he shouted, jogging to her side. “What the hell is going on with you?”

She didn’t answer but instead quickened her pace. 

Bucky rolled his eyes. He dealt with backtalk and sarcastic remarks daily from his teammates, but he wasn’t sure how to deal with it when it came from her. He had found himself in the last two minutes saying at least 6 sarcastic remarks he never thought would be pointed toward her.

“Listen, I get you’re going through a lot of different emotions right now, but I’m only trying to help you,” he told her. 

She stopped unexpectedly and Bucky was close to stumbling over his feet at the suddenness. 

“For as far back as I can remember,” she started, pain and rage in her voice. “I have only been allowed to feel the same genre of emotions. Fear. Pain. Anxiety. The fear and anxiety that tormented me by wondering about the next pain they were going to inflict on me every minute I was conscious. And now?” Her eyes watered and her lips formed a pout. “Now a rush of fury, and overwhleming panic, and things I can’t even begin to describe are flooding my system on top of all of that.” 

Bucky ached at her response.

“I don’t know much about these moods that feel like they’re changing by the second and causing what feels like a fire in my veins every time they do, but I do know one thing. And it’s that I’m tired of being scared,” she looked at him deeply, a tear slipping and marking its way down her cheek. “I’m tired of feeling like I can’t protect myself. I’m tired of feeling like a burden to everyone who’s taken me in and like I’m the reason that all of your homes are being invaded.” 

She took a step toward him. 

“If there is one thing I know I can help in, it’s figuring out what I’m capable of and how I can use it to help you. Hiding away is no longer an option for me. We can’t make progress if we just sit and wait for something to happen again.” 

And now his heartbreak for her was in full motion. He should have known better. This whole time he took pride in how he felt he understood her history, and yet he forgot some of the most important details. 

The guilt of feeling like you are the reason things are going wrong. 

She may have been progressing well in her healing journey in the short time she was here, but it wouldn’t come without overwhelming emotions and realizations. Whether those realizations were true or not was something that came with time and understanding… And lots of therapy. But she hadn’t been given the time for those, and now they were making themselves clear. 

“I-I’m sorry,” he mumbled, feeling bad for causing her distress when he didn’t mean to. 

“Please don’t,” she put a hand up cutting him off. “I don’t want or need apologies where it’s not your fault.”

He nodded understanding that perspective as well. Instead of continuing the conversation, though he wanted to, he knew she had a plan and wanted to get on with it. Though he may be against it, it wasn’t his choice to make. A hard lesson to learn, but one he would learn for her. 

So, he moved to the side and moved a hand out to let her take the lead. 

She looked back at him the same way she did when Bruce did the same thing downstairs. A sense of uncertainty as if it were a trick, but when she took the steps further, he didn’t stop her, but instead followed behind. 

Their first fight and both came out unscathed. At least physically…

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chapter twenty-seven - “lucky guess”

word count: 3.2k

synopsis: vodka brings about some changes and some pain. do feelings transcend memories?

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

She startled herself awake, clammy chest and limbs sticking to her comforter. Her whole body was damp. Her chest, heaving. Jesus Christ. Her heart felt like it was just below her skin, rather than guarded behind a cage of bone.

To her dismay, the nightmares have been flaring up recently. Sometimes she didn't remember them, and just woke up scared or upset. But other times she did remember — parts at least.

Something happened high up in the government... the president or someone, she couldn't recall. The government and all order had collapsed and everything fell into chaos. In the dream, she was running through the street - towards something or away from something, she wasn't sure. Maybe both. But then the street wasn't the street, and it was a sort of open grass land. What she remembered most was the fear. And the toll on her body; her lungs burned in the dream.

She sat up and wiped the leftover tears from her face. God, waking up from these were so taxing, both on her body and her mind. With these nightmares, her body was having a fight or flight response of an animal being hunted while laying completely still. It was like waking up from a panic attack in her sleep. Or waking up from an emotional intensity equivalent to a breakdown. She's woken up from immense sadness, and occasionally anger. But mostly fear.

She also didn't talk to anyone about it - anyone professional, that is. Yes, she was a professional. Yes, she knew exactly what she would say to a patient experiencing the same things as her. However, she had become increasingly isolated during the past few years. And everything in her head was so much. It was a lot, and it felt safer inside her head. It felt like it was secure, like the cap on a bottle was screwed on and all the carbonation inside wasn't going to explode, bubble out, and make a mess.

She knew it was ironic, but that didn't change her lack of action on the matter.

A bit after waking up and calming herself down from the nightmare, she noticed an ache in the back of her head that was growing stronger. The head pain had been at a minimum lately. She wondered why it might be returning. She didn't have any injury, and she had been sleeping fine. She slept in pretty late, but it was only last night she was up late... talking to James. James. His image in her head provoked a smile in spite of her unpleasant awakening.

She thought he might actually be the most attractive person she had ever seen. Everything about him was... perfect - his face, his body... She remembered on the "date" that wasn't actually a date, she couldn't look at him for too long without worrying that her face was going to heat up.

In addition to that was this weird wanting she had. When she woke up, she wanted to talk to him about the nightmare; wanted to confide in him. Obviously, she thought it odd considering she only recently met him. But, that didn't make it go away.

She had kind of settled into aloneness and a lack of relationship with anyone. She was lonely and she didn't try to pretend that she wasn't. She thought she had gotten used to it, accepted it, but... damn. She might reconsider.

—

Bucky woke up feeling quite rested. Until his brain turned on and he had a single thought. Falling asleep to her voice made him realize how much he missed it. And it was cosmically wrong that he didn't wake up with her.

He was so frustrated. It was supposed to be okay now! She had to leave Wakanda and it was horrible. Then he had to fight against Thanos and it was horrible. Then he disappeared.

Even though he knew it was years for her while it was only a second for him, the years had passed. He was back now. They could be together and not have to worry about the other stuff. He really thought the hard part was over. Technically they're together now but... it's like 'the other stuff' never even happened. Like their history didn't exist.

He laid in his bed, sulking. They were back in each others lives now, but under conditions he never even considered. He knew she didn't remember him, but the rest of her was still there. It is right to love her even though she doesn't love him? Would it be wrong to try to get her to fall in love with him again? Lots of things crossed his mind.

He felt like he waited so long to finally see her again but she's waited five years. He couldn't even imagine it. Five years without her. Alone. The thought made him miss her. Would it be weird if he showed up at her apartment again?

Would it be weird if he sat her down and explained every detail of them that she didn't remember. Would it be weird if he grabbed her hands and pleaded: It's me, it's Bucky. Don't you remember? Please remember. He just wanted her back so bad. It was almost tormenting - the way she was right in front of him but still somehow not. It was she was on the other side of a glass door; she was there but he couldn't get to her.

This, of course, was coupled with insecurity and worry. Sure, she loved him once, but does that mean she could love him again? If she didn't, would that just confirm all the bad things he thought of himself? What if he actually wasn't capable of being loved? What if this time around, she was scared of the Winter Soldier. The thought of her being afraid of him almost gave him chest pain.

He was also dying to, but also terrified of, finding out what happened to her during the blip. Five years is a long time, and a lot could have happened. He didn't know if he wanted to find out who or what stole her mind from her. He didn't know if he could handle finding out that the same things that happened to him - happened to her too.

He stressed himself out and there was only person he wanted to talk to, one person he sought comfort in. He told himself that he was going to give her space for a couple days so she didn't think he was overbearing.

—

"Hello?"

"Hey."

He exhaled at the sound of her voice. My girl.

"Haven't heard from you in a couple days. How are you?" he asked.

"I'm alright... Um, I was feeling a bit lonely, though. Would you wanna meet up later?"

I wanna spend the rest of my life with you and then some, he thought but didn't say.

"Yeah, of course! I'd love to," he actually said.

She could hear the smile in his voice and it made her smile.

"Oh, great. You can come over here and we could get dinner - like, takeout or something - and just relax or watch something. Nothing crazy. I think I have some wine, too."

Sounds a little like a date but he was not going to question it.

"Yeah, that sounds amazing. Yeah. I'll be there."

"Okay," she grinned. "I'll see you later."

And so later came.

She was a mix of nervous and excited. She hadn't had anyone in her house for a while, but he wasn't just anyone.

The knock on the door startled her, as it wasn't accustomed to guests waiting to be let in. She scurried over and opened it.

Immediately his face lit up. "Hey!"

"Hi," she smiled. Jesus Christ, he looked so good. Like, so good. "Thanks for picking up the food by the way."

"Yeah, yeah. Of course. You look..." he glanced down and back up to get the whole picture, "really great."

With a bashful grin, she looked away.

"I'm not super dressed up, but," she laughed, returning eye contact, "thank you."

He could only smile at her. "Of course."

She realized that they were just standing still in her doorway, but his eyes. She wanted a closer look at them.

"Um- come in! Come in," she moved out of the way. "Make yourself comfortable, please."

He walked in and set a couple bags on her table. He pulled out a bottle.

"I got this, too," he held up a bottle of vodka. "More as a gift, I guess, but if you want to drink it tonight we can do that."

"Is that Belvedere?" she asked. "That's my favorite!"

"Oh, wow," he grinned. "Lucky guess, I guess."

It wasn't lucky. He remembered her telling him that when they were back in Wakanda. He was hoping it might spike a memory or two.

"Well, thank you. Here, I'll put it in the fridge so it's cooled if we decide to have some."

He held out the bottle for her to take. She tried to ignore how big his arm was... and the fact that he was still wearing gloves inside.

She took the bottle. "Still got your gloves on?"

"Oh..." he looked down at his hands. "Yeah. I have some... circulation issues."

"Ohhh," she closed the fridge. "That makes sense. You run cold?"

More like he runs hot. The serum makes his metabolism insane. She used to make jokes about it because when they'd sleep together he would heat up the whole bed.

"Yeah. Cold hands."

He didn't like lying to her, but he wasn't sure what the alternative was. He tried not to feel bad about it since they were little lies. He was just trying not to poke a hole in her reality. He knows how disorienting that can be.

But they ate and talked and everything was fine. Actually, Bucky was having a great time. He didn't wait as long as five years, but he missed her over the time he did wait. Missed just talking to her. Though he wished he could touch her, even just grab her hand. He wouldn't dare let himself think about the other stuff.

"You know what? I'm feeling crazy," she declared. "I'm gonna try some of the Belvedere. Do you want some?"

"Well I can't let you drink alone."

"I'm bad influencing you," she joked, opening the fridge.

She unscrewed the cap and went to smell the vodka before pouring it into the glasses. Immediately she put the bottle down and took a step back.

Bucky noticed the abruptness.

"You alright?" he questioned from the table.

"I just got really nauseous all of the sudden."

Nauseous along with a horrific feeling that just manifested in her brain with no warning. Her chest felt heavy. Where did this come from?

"Oh. Are you- Do you think you're gonna..."

"I might. I don't know. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's alright," he stood up. "Do you need anything? Water or something?"

"No, just give it a minute. I think it might go away."

"Okay," he said, meekly.

He just stood, a couple feet from her, feeling useless. He wanted to comfort her or help her or do something.

While she was trying to breathe through it, the dull ache that had been only a little sore during the day started bursting through her skull. Her hands snapped up to grip her head.

Bucky's stomach dropped. Instantly he was at her side.

"Y/N?! Y/N, what happened?!"

She squinted her eyes shut and shook her head.

"Idunno," she spit out, too distracted by her head to give a better answer.

With the pain blaring, she dropped onto her knees, one hand on the back of her head, the other planted on the floor to steady herself. Without hesitation, he was on his knees right next to her. He rubbed his hand on her back, a feeble attempt to soothe her.

"What can I do?" he implored, desperate for anything that would make her feel better.

She couldn't reply. Tears prickled at her eyes and the fell out despite her opposition to cry in front of someone she wasn't close to.

"Oh, honey," he said under his breath, helpless.

He took off one of his gloves and placed his hand on top of hers, above the floor tile.

Then it stopped.

She inhaled then exhaled slowly and deeply, reveling in the lack of pain. Her other hand fell from the back of her head as her breathing slowed, and settled on the floor next to the other. Then she realized.

She turned but wasn't prepared for her face to be inches from his. His eyes, this close. His everything this close. Her breath halted as his eyes bore into her. He looked... scared, and that brought her guilt.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"No, no, no," the un-gloved hand extended to hold the side of her face. "Please don't be sorry."

Almost reflexively, she reached up and held his wrist. She just stared at him. His worried expression made her worried. For him.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

The words didn't work. She just nodded. But then her eyes betrayed her and glanced down at his lips. Almost compulsively, like she didn't even know it was going to happen until it did. She brought them quickly back up, hoping he didn't notice and confused as to how she let herself do that.

His expression changed ever so subtly — to something quizzical. Like he was trying to figure something out.

"I'm sorry if I freaked you out," she said.

"No, if anything I should be apologizing because I brought the vodka. I'm real sorry if it... kinda triggered this. I never woulda wanted that."

"I don't even know how the vodka could. I like it and I never had a bad experience with it in college or anything that would give me taste aversion."

He wondered if something happened with the vodka that she didn't remember but her senses did.

"Whether the vodka was the cause or not, I'm sorry that happened. But I'm glad you're alright."

"Are you?"

So worried about him. She didn't know why. Just the frightened expression on his face ignited this strangely powerful feeling within her.

"Yes!" he leaned forward just a bit to emphasize his words. "I'm totally fine, please don't feel bad. I was worried but not 'freaked out.' I promise."

She smiled modestly, re-establishing her hold on his arm and finding herself very much enjoying the feeling of his skin.

Almost in response to her re-grip of his arm, Bucky adjusted his hand placement on the side of her head, making sure his thumb gently grazed over the skin behind her ear.

On her face grew a tiny little smile.

Bucky remembered she used to love when he held her face in his hands. Such a delicate gesture. She only really let him do it in soft, intimate moments.

With no conscious control of her own body, she leaned forward. Only about half a centimeter. There was a little delay, but then he did the same. And then a little more, and a little more. And then she was kissing who she declared to be the most attractive man she had ever seen and was actively trying not to moan while doing it.

Her fingers softly curled at the nape of his neck, and her palm pressed up against his chest, feeling his heartbeat. His hand moved from cupping the side of her face to firmly grasping the back of her head. Earlier she was nauseous, but now she was dizzy. She felt like she was melting.

Bucky wasn't much better. Finally he got to touch her, got to feel her, got to hold her. It felt like stepping into warm sunlight after months in the frigidity of a shadow. He moved his lips as if to pull from her every inch of sorrow and grief and heartache and say I'm sorry. Sorry for all the things that happened to you when I wasn't here. For any hand that has hurt you, for any hands that weren't mine.

Both of her hands migrated to holding the back of his head where it met the base of his neck. She held on tight, trying pull him closer if that was even possible. She wasn't sure why she felt such a sense of urgency.

They pulled away for a brief moment to catch their breath.

"Bucky," she exhaled before pressing into him once more.

With a jolt, he pulled away, a bewildered expression materializing on his face.

"What?" she asked. "What's wrong?"

"You-..."

About a million and one things ran through his mind.

"Did I do something? I'm sorry-"

"No! No, it's okay. You just... you said Bucky..."

"Oh. I'm sorry, is that... not okay?"

"No, it's good. It's more than good, I just-... Where did that come from?"

She thought about it for a second but really didn't have an answer. Her confusion morphed into  what looked like distress. Like, where did that come from?

"I don't know..."

The more she thought about it the more her demeanor changed. She seemed nervous, almost alarmed now.

He grabbed both of her hands. "It's alright. It's okay. I'm sorry I said anything. Don't worry about it."

She looked at him, tense. Why did I say that? I didn't even think it, it just came out.

"I..." she huffed. "I'm confused."

He squeezed her hands. "It's okay."

I know how you feel, he wanted to say.

"I don't know what's happening to me."

He was almost mad. At whom he didn't know. Whoever was responsible for the way her mind was shaken up like his. The way her memories were stolen and the way she had the same lost look on her face that he recognized in himself.

"What do you mean?"

"I've been having so many issues lately and I don't know why. That thing that just happened with my head, it's happened before and it's been happening. And my nightmares. And I don't even know what that reaction was with the vodka. I feel like I'm going crazy."

He hoped in the deepest parts of him that whatever her nightmares were weren't the way his used to be.

"You're definitely not crazy. I know that at least."

She just nodded, clearly not convinced of his sentiment.

"That is your name, though?"

"What?"

"Bucky. It's your name?"

"It is. How did you know?"

"I don't know. I just look at you now and that's what I see. That's what comes up in my brain. I just feels like it makes sense. Maybe a lucky guess."

Damn right it was lucky. But it definitely was not a guess. He didn't ask what else might come up in her brain when she looks at him, too afraid there might not be anything else.

But there was hope. She knew his name! That had to count for something. Maybe he had to try to draw things out of her, make some memories resurface. She once helped him get out of his own head. Perhaps he could do the same.

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september fic rec list 18+ only

please note: none of these fan fictions were written by me. when you read please make sure to like, comment, and reblog. IT MAKES ALL THE DIFFERENCE.

hello again, freaks >:) im really excited for this month's list. down below you'll find pretty much all the best fics (imo), of every category. it’s mostly smut happy reading!

joel miller fics

make it stick(joel miller x reader, smut) @gutsbys i loved getting to read joel’s inner thoughts.. and how nasty they are omg. i 100% need to have his babies, that’s all.

teacher’s pet (joel miller x virgin!reader, smut) @javiscigarette this fic destoryed my pussy and now i want financial compensation. read at your own risk cause whewww the details are too good. also make sure to read BOTH parts ;)

sugar rush (joel miller x f!reader, fluff) @beardedjoel super fluffy, been reading this to get me ready for spooky season and it hits me right in the feels every time

skincare sunday (joel miller x reader, fluff) @hellishjoel ahh taking care of joel? yes please. this fic is so sweet to me, that’s a real doting and caring man 😤

logan howlett fics

sweet (lumberjack!logan howlett x reader) @fairlyang #NEEDTHAT

make him do what i say (older bf!logan howlett x reader, smut) @dollfacefantasy logan with silver winged hair is superior

vis (logan howlett x afab!mutant reader, smut) @ozarkthedog all i’m saying is that fucking logan before work could save my soul idk 🤷🏽‍♀️

both (logan howlett x reader x storm, smut) @selfcarecap why is nobody talking about this, i would like to talk about this!! this had me crying, screaming and gnawing on the bars of my enclosure.

glory box (old man!logan howlett x reader, smut) @rqnarok oh? oh 😏

time after time (logan howlett x afab!reader, smut) @hyper-fixates if you like the ‘3 times you did and 1 time you didn’t trope’ then this is literally a gift from the fanfic gods !! the slowburn, all feels raaah!

handful of roses (logan howlett x reader, angst fluff) @techwrecker the way logan tries to be a good man is more than enough for me. come home the kids miss you :/

primal love (logan howlett x reader, smut) @strangererotica indeed primal, and indeed lovely. logan is such a needy lover, and this fic was written beautifully.

ex!worst logan howlett x reader, smut) @seventeenpins the banter, the audacity of this man, the AUDACITY. i’m hooked on this version of logan so badly

wade wilson (deadpool) fics

trigger control (wade wilson x girlfriend!reader, smut) @librababe99 HEART EYES

getting nasty w/ wade and logan (poolverine x reader, smut) @darnell-la self explanatory. 11/10

three is a charm (wade x f!curvy reader x logan, smut) i say this a lot but if i could physically eat a fanfic it would be this one. no doubt. i’m eating up every crumb of thissss ! @eloquentlytired

husband!wade wilson (wade wilson x fem!reader, smut) @jojissalsa perfect mix of smutty and sweet imo. wade for husband 2024

bucky barnes fics

big dick is back in town (bucky barnes x f!reader, fluff) @brunchable this was so cute (and canon in my mind). bucky has such a sense of humor in this! OP did such and amazing job on this

loverboy (bucky barnes x reader, fluff) @thevillainswhore i need that man down bad and desperate for me always ! this fic was so adorable to read, i love seeing this side of bucky. aaah such a dream

love language (bucky barnes x reader, fluff, smut) @flowersforbucky this was the sweetest thing ever!

hey, babydoll (bucky barnes x reader, fluff) @buckysmischief smoking with your favorite super soldier, what could be better than that?

hugh jackman fics

controversially young girlfriend @whimsiwitchy it’s always a pleasure when bri updates. and if you haven’t been following this series, i highly reccomend! amazing dialogue, great portrayal of hugh and reader’s romance. get this, it has even better smut. that’s all, go read!

training partners @pedroscurls we were fed with this series! hugh is such a sweetheart with reader, and it truly had me kicking my feet and giggling while reading this.

dividers by @/saradika-graphics <3

lovey’s note: i had to add my own thoughts this time around cause phew, this list had me in my feels. feel free to 100% ignore my ramblings, they don’t make sense half of the time 😂

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What upcoming fics are you working on? X

let me give you a glimpse into my mind palace...

current works actually in progress -

- Western Nights part one - a dadsbestfriend!Javier Peña slowburn. small town dynamics, lots of tension, healing, forbidden/star crossed lovers, sneaking around, secret sexy times.

READ PART ONE HERE.

- Honey Girl - dadsbestfriend!Bucky Barnes soulmate au part one - a will they won't they fic set in a world where you have a soulmate assigned to you. yours turns out to be your dad's hot best friend, and the story follows the two of you as you try to navigate this revelation. lots of tension, undeniable chemistry, trying to fight the Inevitable.

READ PART ONE HERE.

works not currently actually in progress, but that will be written in the very near future -

- Clandestine part three - the fallout of your fallout with Stewy

READ PART THREE HERE.

- Another triple frontier boys x reader fic - i'm thinking of adding a poly dynamic this time, but trying to figure out the storyline exactly.

READ IT HERE.

- Jake Seresin x Bradshaw!reader - brothers best friend. involves dog tags and romantic love confessions.

- An Evan Buckley x reader x Eddie Diaz fic - i've had this idea for a while. i'm thinking firefighter!reader who works with them, the three of them are best friends, and they eventually figure out that they're actually in love with each other. lots of fluff and obliviousness and softness.

READ IT HERE.

- Luke Alvez x secret wife reader - this idea has lived in my head forever and i'm finally going to write it. friends to lovers x secret relationship vibes.

- Professor Joel Miller - maybe not a dynamic that lots of people love, but I do. secret affair, very sexy, pet names, lots of sneaking around and longing glances across rooms.

- Mickey Garcia x Nurse!Reader - you meet in the hospital. smitten lovebirds, so ridiculously soft, just so much sweetness.

READ IT HERE.

if any of these look particularly appealing to you, let me know. i always love to hear your feedback, thoughts and desires!! <3

also - i'm hoping i'll have some more time to write now things are a little less hectic. so expect to see more of me in the upcoming weeks <3

[iadoreoldermen]

Your wish is my command

Reader x tfatws Bucky Barnes

Summary: On Bucky and Y/N's anniversary, Bucky is needy for his mommy. Y/N helps him. ;) (this summary sucks, I know)

WARNINGS: 18+ NSFW MDNI SMUT, softdom!reader, subby!bucky, pet names (baby, doll, bubba etc.), slight mommy kink, oral m recieveing, p in v sex. I also thought this was going to be short but it turned out to be a whole slowburn.

You woke up to the feeling of Bucky's lips all over your face, leaving soft kisses everywhere. You started smiling ear-to-ear when he kissed your neck. What a way to start the day.

-Happy anniversary baby. -Bucky murmured into your neck and stayed there. His voice was still raspy from sleeping.

-Happy anniversary to you too, Buck, I can't believe it's been a year already. -You said as you played with his short brunette locks.

You started smiling even more if that's possible, when you remembered last night's events. Bucky planned a little date on the boat that Sam, him and you renovated. You cried on the spot. And no, that didn't finish there. Absolutely. Not. He made your favourite food, bought your favourite flowers. For the gift, he got you both 2 matching pairs of rings and you know he doesn't wear much jewelery but when you told him that he should wear more rings, he obeyed. He trusts you so damn much, he'd risk his life for you. The biggest gift of all, was when he reached behind his neck.

-I've wanted to give these to you for a while now. -He said as he unclasped his dogtags and handed them to you.

-James, I can't, -you said between soft sobs. -I..I can't baby this is..you need these, I can't just grab them from you. -You started babbling and sobbing even more but your emotional moment was interrupted by the feeling of Bucky's lips on yours.

-I don't fucking need them anymore..you've helped me heal, and make me 'James' again and I'm really thankful for that, -he got the tags out of the loose grip of your hands and put them on you. -They look way better on you. -You continued sobbing. -Hey, hey Y/N. -He cradled your head to his chest. -It's okay, God I love you so much. Shhh..-He grabbed the backs of your thighs and lifted you up so he could see your face properly.

-I love you even more.. -You said kissing him.

-I don't think that's possible.

-Oh but it is..

-Let me show you how much I love you.....

Y/N! You with me?

Wha- oh.. Yeah, umm what were you talking about? -Well, this is embarrasing, you thought.

-I was just telling you that since Sam and I are still 'undercover' or some shit, we can't really go out this evening. I'm so sorry. -He said and looked away from you, ashamed that you can't go out like a normal couple.

-Baby, it's okay, yesterday was enough. Also you're doing your job so I have no right to be upset, okay? -You assured him. -Now let's get up, I have something in mind-He whined at that, buried his face into your chest and tightened his grip on your waist.

-Nooo, just 2 more minitues. Please. -He murmured.

-'Kay baby boy. -You agreed. For those two minitues you were deep in thought, remembering yesterday night, the way he touched you, your core clenching around nothing...

-Time to get up. -You said, Bucky whimpered again. You lifted his face and looked at him sternly.

-Okay, okay, I'll get up. -He huffed out and stood up. You made grabby hands at him to help you up, which he gladly did. You waddled out to the bathroom with his hand in yours. He started washing his face and you admired his back muscles and biceps flexing. God you loved him so much.

-What's going on in that pretty, little head of yours, huh? -He asked.

-Nothin'.. -He looked at you seriously. -..just how much I wanna fuck you right now. -He moved closer to you, lifting your head to look at him. -But we have to get ready, c'mon. -You teased him like this really often, but he still didn't get used to it totally. You made him beg. You looked at him in the mirror and chuckled, seeing the pouty face he was giving you. You just smirked and shook your head.

You started doing your makeup, but was too distracted when he started leaving love bites on your neck.

-Behave, I have things to do. -You said under your breath as a groan left your lips when Bucky bit your neck harshly.

-But mommy...I need you..-he whispered in your ear, sending shiwers down your spine. -Please..- okay that's it, you thought. You lifted his face from your neck and smashed your lips into his and pulled back after mere seconds, fiddling with the tags on your neck.

-Y'know...-you started.. -you are naughty and don't listen to me so..I don't think you deserve it. -you said with a huge grin on your face as Bucky let a high pitched whine escape his lips.

-But, mommy..-He murmured as he kneeled down in front of you. -Please, please, please. -You chuckled at his neediness.

-Hold on, baby, hold on. Mommy's gotta brush her hair. -You said and leaned over his kneeling form to reach for your brush. You brushed through your h/c locks and grabbed his face in your palms.

-Are you going to behave for mommy? -he nodded hastily, kissing your tummy. -Use your words hun. -you teased.

-I'll be good mommy I swear, please please please! -he whined.

-Please what? Tell me. -you lived for the change in his expressions, going from pouty and whiny to being a full on tease with a smirk on his stubbled face.

-I want you to do something with me, please, it tingles.. -he murmured the last part so you asked him: -What tingles? -He just looked down, and when you saw what he was looking at, you almost moaned. He was grabbing himself through his pajama pants.

-Oh you greedy little boy..Let's see what we can do to help those so called tingles go away. -He looked at you with puppy eyes as he nodded slowly.

-Stand up for me, yeah good boy. -He didn't think it was possible to become even harder, but he eventually did at your praise, he loved being your good boy. -What should we do, hmm? -You slipped his pants down to his ankles and he kicked them off.

-Oh my, you really are stiff. -You said as you held him in your hand. He groaned loudly when you tugged at his cock a little. -You like when mommy does that huh? How about this? -You asked as you spit in your hand and started stroking him.

-Fuck yeah..S'good momma. -He moaned. -So so good. Please don't stop.. -He grabbed your head and tried to guide your head down his lenght.

-Nu-uh, mommy's in control right? -You asked as you slowed the ministrations of your hand. He just nodded with a pout. You slapped his thigh and asked again:

-Right?

-Yes, mommy. -He whined and bit slightly on his fist.

-That's my good boy. -And with that you took all of him down your throat. He was not ready for that, even if he was begging for it. He didn't think it was possible to feel more pleasure, but that thought flew out the window when you started rubbing his balls.

-Oh, y-yes, mommy! -He whined. You moved your mouth to suck on his tip only for a mere fraction of seconds and then took him down all at once, his tip kissing your throat.

-I'm gonna come, can I come mommy? -Poor baby was so spent, his voice cracked mid-sentence as tears fell down his cheeks.

-Mhmm..-You hummed in response, as soon as Bucky heard that, he realesed in the confines of your mouth, groaning and whining as pure bliss consumed him. You looked up at him through your lashes as you swallowed, he groaned at the sight. When you made sure you milked every drop from him, you released his cock from your mouth and stood up.

-Did it feel good hun? -You asked as you cupped his face in your hands.

-Yes mommy. -You kissed him so he could taste himself. He moaned into your mouth and grabbed the backs of your thighs. You could feel him getting hard again as you jumped and locked your leg around his narrow waist. You could feel a slight change in his behaviour, but you went with it. He carefully dropped you down on your bed and crawled on top of you while leaving kisses on your body every now an then. When he came face-to-face with you, he kissed you passionately while dipping his hand in the thin material of your underwear.

-Mommy enjoyed sucking me off a litlle too much don't you think? -He asked as he teased your folds with his now slick fingers.

-You don' even need any prepping do you?

-Just fuck me baby. -You moaned as he pulled your panties down. He also undid his your shirt hastily to get a look at your breasts.

-Perfect boobs mommy, can I suck 'em while I make love to you? Please? -He asked and you whined an almost unhearable 'yes' and with that he entered you fully with one thrust. You were still sore from yesterday so tears welled in your eyes quickly. Bucky noticed and slowed the movements of his hips immediately.

-You okay princess? -He asked, worrying about you.

-Y-yes, hurts a bit, don't stop. -You whimpered.

-Are you sure, I don't want to hurt you. -He slowed down completely.

-Oh for fucks sake James! -You shouted and before he could even register what you were doing, you held his waist tightly with your legs, and flipped you both over and started riding him with such power it knocked the air out of his lungs.

-Damn baby, fuck..

-Told ya not to stop, this is what you get. -You said and brought his hands up above his head and held him down. You grinded on him in figure eights slowly to tease him, knowing that he couldn't guide you since his hands were trapped in yours. After a while you got tired of his constant begging so you started mercilessly riding him.

-God, yes baby, filling me up so good. -You both moaned and it was borderline pornographic, you loved it. He leaned forward and captured one of your nipples in his mouth, licking it sloppily when his mouth opened to groan.

-I'm so close Buck, so good for mommy, aren't you. -You asked moaning at the sight of him, looking up at you through his lashes and nibbling on your nipple. He nodded quickly and whined a 'yeah' around your breast.

-Come with me, c'mon baby, I can feel you throbbing, let go.. -You said, grunting as the wave of pleasure and euphoria hit you. Seconds later you felt him coming too.

-Such a good boy for me. -You said as you realesed his hands from your grip so you could lace your fingers together. You made sure you rode your highs out and you slowed your hips, until you stilled fully. When you released Bucky's hands they were instantly on you, as he pulled you close to his body. He whined when you tried to wiggle out of his grip.

-I'm just going to the bathroom baby. We gotta clean up with something. -He whined again.

-James. -You scolded lifting his face to look at you. He whined but let go of your torso.

-Fuck..-you hissed as you got off him. You waddled out to the bathroom for a wet rag so you could clean up. When you were done you entered the bedroom to see Bucky in the same position as before but his eyes were open. You grinned at him as he made grabby hands at you. You sat down beside him and started cleaning his thighs first but when you got to his cock he hissed and whimpered.

-I know, I know.. -You cooed, pushing some of his hair that was stuck to his forehead out of his face. -You're sensitive, I know bubba.. -You soothed, voice soft. You threw the rag in the laundry and went back to him.

-I love you s'much mommy. -He mumbled to you when you moved laid down next to him on the bed.

-I love you too bubba. Ready for some cuddles? -You asked him in a voice so soft and happy, he thought he'd melt on the spot. He nodded and mumbled a small 'yes mommy' and that's all you needed to pull him close to your chest and start rubbing his upper back with one of your hands while the other played with his hair.

-Can we just stay here all day and cuddle? -He asked, voice slurred from pure exhaustion.

-Well, we have nothing else to do so I guess, yeah...I love you so much Bucky.

-I love you more Y/N.

-I doubt that.

A/N : Phew, that's long, it's cute tho, I hope you'll enjoy this as much as I did writing it.

[alwaysakin]

Favourite MCU Fic Recs

I'm not nearly as much as an MCU expert as I am a Buffy expert, but here are my favorite MCU fics!

Gen Fics

All The Leaves Are Brown (And the sky is gray) by AvocadoLove - the Winter Soldier kills Howard and Maria Stark... And then raises their young son. This is absolutely incredible, and Bucky & Tony's father / son relationship is so bittersweet.

Minor Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Mentioned Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes.

built from scraps by robinbuckley - Tony Stark snaps. Peter Parker (and MJ!) does not. This fic is absolutely incredible! Pepper, Morgan & Peter's family relationship is amazing, and their grief over Tony, May, and all their friends is wonderful. MJ and Peter's romance, and his friendships with Harley Keener and Nat are great. Oh, and Tony turns out to be Peter's bio dad. READ THIS.

Minor MJ/Peter Parker, and Pepper Potts/Tony Stark.

Things I Almost Remember by IcedAquarius - probably the most interesting Tony is Peter's bio dad fic, purely because Tony doesn't know. More angsty than most fic I read - and be warned: it hasn't been updated in a while. Ned, MJ, and Helen Cho are standouts!

Minor Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, and future MJ/Peter Parker.

The Second Hand Unwinds by The Party Prince - Mobius gives Loki the chance to go anywhere. He visits his brother post Infinity War. A short one shot, and so sad and wonderful.

Love is Pain (Well, Darling, Let's Hurt Tonight) by OverlyObsessed223 - a crossover with the X-Men movies, where X-Men Peter and MCU Wanda can feel each other's pain. A bittersweet look at sibling relationships. Slightly more X-Men focused.

RECOIL by VulpeculaAnser - a season 1 rewrite of Agents of Shield, focusing heavily on Daisy and the trauma that would ensue if she got her powers earlier. Focuses on the found family relationship of the team. Tragically unfinished.

Cool Meta and Multimedia Fics

20 Celebrities Who Could Totally Be Daredevil by RosaLui - formatted like a buzzfeed article. Short, meta, and hilarious!

Steve Rogers at 100: Celebrating Captain America on Film by many - a hilarious historical archive of Captain America movies. Absolutely loved all the historical references. Minor Steve/Bucky.

Best Stucky Fics

What I'm Looking For by TessaBennet - a long, sprawling series of stories that rewrites all of the MCU with a Stucky focus. If you have to read one fanfic on this list, this is the one for you. It fixes canon in so many ways, and completely changed the ways I view many characters for the better (especially Natasha, Sam, and Wanda). The second fic, focusing on WW2, and the 6th (on the events up to/Civil War) are by far the best, but every fic in this series is incredible. Seriously. Read it.

Don't Ask by AnnaFugazzi -a WW2 Steve and Bucky have a secret relationship, and are found out. Realistic and HEARTBREAKING consequences ensue. Ends on a bittersweet note, and is amazing. Be warned - the sequels get much darker and deal with non/con. Personally, I stop reading here.

A Long Winter by dropdeaddream and WhatAreFears - A Stucky fic looking at what would happen if Steve didn't go into the ice, but Bucky was still the Winter Soldier. Steve and Peggy's relationship, and the Howlies, are written so well.

despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) by praximeter - The Winter Soldier's mask doesn't come off - a slow burn that delves into the torture Bucky endured and the slow realization about who he is on Steve's part. Very dark.

Never Like This by RobinWood - another slowburn Winter Soldier identity reveal fic. This one in particular writes the whole avengers team so well, especially Tony and his reaction to his parents dying.

Time Travel and Other Fic-It Fics

the reactions of a dead man by agloeian - it's down to Loki to arrange things to stop Thanos. Some really funny bits, and a good look at the limits of what can be changed with time travel. The Loki & Strange relationship is great.

god loves everybody, don't remind me by napricot - Erik Killmonger gets stuck in a time loop. He learns the meaning of family along the way. The author writes Erik so well!

Bringing Him Home by sancuary_for_all - A post No-Way-Home fix it. Ned and MJ have gaps in their memory. Eventually, they piece things together. Really sweet Peter/MJ relationship.

If I Could Start Again by Taarko - at the end of Infinity War, Thor is sent back in time. The amount of lore in this fic is incredible! And the characterization of Thor, Loki, and Valkyrie is great! Very Asgard focused and goes deep into their history.

Relationships: Valkyrie/Loki, Betty Ross/Bruce Banner.

Fics With OCs (That Are Actually Good)

The Wyvern by emmamagnetised - Tony has a younger sister, who is in the car with their parents and is taken by Hydra. The trial of the Wyvern arc is wonderful and sold me on this. It's loooong, be warned. A Bucky Barnes/OC fic.

The Siren by emmamagnetised - a WW2 story about a spy for the Allies in Nazi Germany - who is a childhood friend of Steve and Bucky. Cute relationship between her and Steve.

[rphunter]

🦾 hi! i’ve been absolutely CRAVING a stucky (steve rogers x bucky barnes) roleplay recently after rewatching the captain america movies. to introduce myself, i’m 25, literate to novella, looking for those 18+ who write similarly! i’m looking for someone to write steve rogers to my bucky barnes.

i’m looking for a plot that takes place during or after captain america: civil war (if we go with during the movie, i’d like to stretch out the timeline between certain events, covering the moments that those two have with each other). i’m absolutely craving lots of angst, hurt/comfort, and a slowburn friends to lovers. give me sad steve reminiscing on what they may have had, and i’ll give you bucky having night terrors about his time at the hydra facility. i love gut-wrenching moments of sadness, betrayal, and of course, fluff!

nsfw is welcomed, but i’m looking for quite a bit of development before that happens. i’d prefer the ratio of plot-to-smut to be 30/70 at the absolute highest.

i’d love a partner who actively brainstorms, and yaps about them just as much as i do. i love making playlists, pinterest boards, sending tik toks, etc. i also use discord as my writing platform, but tumblr is my main plot discussion platform beforehand.

if you are interested, like this and i will reach out as soon as possible!

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[jen-with-a-pen]

ALL TIED UP - TWO

Previous ⊹ Series

summary: The start of the week that changed everything. Bucky and Sam propose something that Steve shouldn't have agreed to. A good brother is a good brother, though... right?

pairings: Art Student!Frat Brother!Steve Rogers x Film Student!Sorority Sister!Reader

word count: 1.17k

warnings: Bucky and Sam are true frat bros, Clint and Tony are somewhere I swear, annoying roommates, plot development

a/n: never thought i'd see the day again but: here's chapter two! i'm excited to keep building this world and to drag everyone along for the ride. again: mind the slowburn and plot dev, i promise i'm getting there ♥

The most specialest of special thanks to two of my loves @vonalyn and @lunarbuck for helping me flesh out this idea and enable me in my destruction ♥ i owe you both a beefy alpha soon

gif by @paliaphrodite | additional graphics + dividers by me ♥

my ao3 | my masterlist | all tied up masterlist Read this fic HERE on ao3! ♥Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated as always♥

Last Monday.

“Rogers! Rogers! We know you’re in there!”

“Yeah, c’mon, Stevie! We need t’ talk!”

Fists bang on the flimsy wooden door to Steve’s bedroom, threatening to break it down. Steve rubs his face with the back of a (cleaner) hand as music continues to blare out of his earbuds, charcoal dust from his latest drawing assignment now caking his desk, hands, and floor. He groans. Irritation and a slew of curses beg to launch off his tongue. Pressing his lips together tightly, Steve tosses his earbuds onto his desk and shoves back his chair. The legs scrape against the old wood flooring, screeching loudly and announcing his surrender as he walks to the door. He unlocks it– undoing the deadbolt, too– and swings it open, eyes shooting sharpened daggers at the stupid, knowing grins plastered on his frat brothers’ faces. 

Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson beam at Steve, trouble and mischief brewing behind their eyes. 

As the heads of the household and leaders of the Sigma Beta Theta (ΣΘΒ) Fraternity, one of the oldest– and most infamous– frats in Richards College Greek life, Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson were known campus and state-wide for their level of commitment in Greek life. Fourth years in whatever program they’re enrolled in, Steve couldn’t recall; some rumors claimed they were ‘Super Seniors’ who decided they couldn’t bear to part with their beloved frat. Others said they’ve been out of school, already graduated a year or two before, but were still allowed to run the frat since Bucky’s step-daddy was elected Dean a couple years back. The timing lined up, Steve had surmised, once he’d been pledged.

Sam and Bucky each prided themselves in their muscular, god-like statures to their own accord. Their builds were accentuated by broad shoulders, thick arms and thighs, abs hard enough to crack an egg– and each had one hell of a sex drive, Steve learned, during his first night in the house. 

He adapted rather quickly to falling asleep with his earbuds in. The risk of choking on his own headphone cord was worth a better night’s sleep than lying awake to the constant thump thump thump-ing that came clearly through the walls surrounding his room. Every. Fucking. Night. 

But, Steve had to hand it to them. Even they weren’t entirely self-centered. They still thought and cared about their frat and fellow brethren: mandating daily workouts in the morning (no matter how early your first class is), requiring frat colors to be worn to every sporting event (even chess), and everyone being forced to take a minimum of three shots at every house-held party (including ones during weekdays, midterms, finals, and holidays). 

Steve had been reluctant since the moment he signed his name on the scholarship contract. Something that day made him feel as if he’d signed his life away. He knew that joining a frat was an integral part of his full-ride– that he promised his mother ‘college was taken care of’ so she wouldn’t have to pick up even more shifts at the county hospital. What he didn’t know was which frat to join. That part was up to him. Sigma Theta Beta chose him more than he chose it.

Steve blinks.

Sam and Bucky lean against either side of the doorway, waggling their brows at Steve and glancing from one another to him. Steve rolls his eyes, sighing heavily with an annoyed edge. He swallows the curses and puts on the most neutral tone he can possibly muster. 

“What.” 

Shit.

Bucky hitches a shoulder and looks to Sam, who exaggeratedly clears his throat.

“Rogers! You gotta stop lookin’ so mean, man!”

“You made me mess up my drawing, again, man,” Steve seethes through clenched teeth. Sam waves a hand absently.

“Ah, you’ll be alright,” he scoffs, “anywho, Buck n’ I–”

“Don’t call me Buck,” Bucky growls.

“–ahem, Bucky and I heard from a lil’ birdy that it’s your birthday this weekend–”

“–and we were wondering,” Bucky chimes in, as if on cue, “if we could dedicate this weekend’s party to you!” 

Steve blanches. His brow furrows after a second, suspicion stabbing him in the gut. 

“You,” he points to both brothers, “Wanna throw a party this weekend. For me?” 

Bucky and Sam nod in unison, grins and gazes growing. 

“Yeah, man! You deserve it,” Bucky says, clapping a hand on Steve’s shoulder. Sam quickly copies him. It’s not reassuring in the slightest.

“Why?”

“Because! As an official pledge, newbies always get thrown a birthday party,” Sam drives an index finger into Steve’s chest.

Steve raises his brow, but buries it again after giving the proposal more than a millisecond of thought.

“My birthday was in July. I wasn’t even pledged yet.”

Sam huffs, smile faltering as he looks to Bucky with slight annoyance behind his eyes. 

“Uh, yeah! Yeah, it was, but,” Bucky mirrors Sam’s prodding finger digging into Steve’s sternum, “this is for your fraternity birthday. Plus, you’re the first pledge in three years, so you get an extra special celebration.”

Their grins begin to make Steve squirm. He pushes their hands off him. The whole thing feels dirtier than his own, charcoal-covered hands. He can see through their shitty façade of charisma, but can’t make out what’s on the other side. Whatever it is, it makes him feel uneasy and ungrateful at the same time.

He’s been the newbie for the last few weeks, and all he’s done is keep to himself and draw for hours in his room. He hasn’t made any real friends, aside from the exchanged niceties from a classmate or two in his gen ed courses. He should be getting out there, getting to know his housemates– his ‘brothers’– better, shouldn’t he? After all, he is an only child. He didn’t grow up with the siblings Bucky, Sam, or Clint did. Tony was an only child, sure, but Steve couldn't find another thing to even relate to the guy about. 

He should trust them, give this thing a shot.

Right?

Steve looks Bucky up and down cautiously before turning to Sam, sighing and plastering on a half-smile.

“Alright, sure. I’m game.”

Bucky and Sam erupt into fist pumps and high fives while Steve stands in the threshold with a knife in his gut jamming further and further into his innards. 

“You’re gonna have the time of your fuckin’ life, Stevie,” Bucky reassures him. His fingers dig deeper into Steve’s shoulder and he flinches at the bruising pain. For a split second, he swears he sees a glint of something dark in Bucky’s eyes. Something dangerous. He can’t help but respond with a mumbled ‘okay’ before the two leave to raid the kitchen downstairs. 

Steve turns back into his room, shutting and locking the door and before leaning back against it. His head falls back, cushioned by jackets and sweatshirts hanging from their hooks. He rubs his face, no longer caring about the gritty charcoal covering his face.

What the fuck did he agree to?

[nikki-is-a-nerd]

Hello!

To prepare for my eventual return to writing, i have some prompts that based on your votes, i will write them in order of priority. So the one that wins will be written first, the second highest, will be written next, etc.

So here are the prompts I have in mind!

Prompt 1 (Ezra Bridger x Queen of Naboo!reader)

- Ezra meets you as you pretend to be your Handmaiden, as you are still escorted by your handmaidens, one pretending to be you or what anakin and padme could’ve been.

- Jedi x Queen/ Literally just if Padme met Anakin in a better time/ romance with some action because its star wars baby!

Prompt 2 (Gojo Satoru x Geto’s Twin sister!reader)

- Suguru might have left but now the burden of his crimes end up with you. Gojo would do anything to protect you.

-this is a slowburn multi fic. Friends to lovers/Fake to real marriage/Pining/also has Nanami as the second male lead.

Prompt 3 (LA!Kurama x Reader)

- When kidnapped by the Toguro brothers alongside your new found friend Keiko, Kurama must stop himself from acting rashly and letting the demon in him out. He will find you and he will make sure that no harm can ever befall you ever again.

- Friends to lovers/ has some violence because its yuyu hakusho/ this is just the first yuyu hakusho fic i have rn.

Prompt 4 (Bucky Barnes x Librarian!Reader)

- in a world that he no longer really understands, with his oldest friend no longer around and Sam busy with his new duties as captain america, Bucky meets you on a rainy day as he seeks for shelter in a library of all places.

- Love at first sight/ angst-comfort/ happy ending (because i love bucky too much to not give him happiness)

Prompt 5 (Geto Suguru x Sorcerer!Reader)

- He’s gone and left you and all your friends but has he forgotten that you will never give up on him, even if it kills you in the end.

- angst/character death/just me channeling my inner gege/ right person, wrong time

[rkiveinmarvel]

⚘ mcu avengers! movies --

upon a different life - bucky barnes - pt.1 des. angst/comfort | enemies-to-lovers, formerhydra!reader, slowburn | w.c: 3.7k

vsego dva prizraka - bucky barnes - pt. 2 des. angst-fluff | mention of violence, curse words, idiots-in-love | w.c: 7.8k

high mountains - bucky barnes des. fluff-angst | 18+, violence, major character death, sad | w.c: 3.1k

[we-are-dreamers42]

Nightingale: We Are Alike Part III

Bucky Barnes x OGcharacter

photo by me

Needing answers Alexandra tracks down her Mystery Man or Bucky Barnes.

Word Count: 1,151

Series List

WARNING: Some violence

Chapter 15

“How’s it going over there?” Steve asked.

I’m on a three-way call with Sam and Steve. We checked in every few days to stay up to date with our situations. The three of us have been hunting down The Winter Soldier or Bucky Barnes or in my case my Mystery Man.

I’ve been aiding Steve with his search once the government agreed for me to become an Avenger. Since they technically forced my servitude to an undercover terrorist organization there wasn’t much of a debate. For the most part. I really am trying to help my friend, but I had my own reasons for finding the assassin. I had questions that I didn’t want the others knowing. It wasn’t anything bad. They just didn’t need to know.

So as far as they know I’m in Budapest, but in reality, I’m in my hotel room in Moscow. Timmy, bless his heart, caught a glimpse of James Barnes on a security camera here in Russia.

Right after I was allowed to roam free from any restrictions. I went straight to LA. I wished I recorded the look on Roxy’s face when she opened the door and saw me. She started to cry, I kept it together. Like always. Didn’t need two bumbling messes in the hallway.

I didn’t come back for just a reunion, but to ask a favor. It was mostly a reunion though.

“What you’re asking is impossible.” He proclaimed.

“I’m seventy-eight years old with super serum running in my veins. You finding someone doesn’t compare.”

“You couldn’t comprehend the number of cameras there are in the world. Most governments can’t even do it. I would need a satellite, and a supercomputer to even consider trying. Unless you narrow down to specifics it is impossible.”

“Timmy please Is there anything you can do?” I hated begging, but I wanted this done. I needed it.

“I have people I can call. It won’t be right away. This will take time.”

“Whatever it takes, just try and keep it on the down-low.” Didn’t want to risk unwanted attention. It was six months later he got a hit.

So I’ve been watching James Buchanan Barnes from a distance for about a week now. He’s been very quiet. Laying low, not bringing attention to himself. He sat at a cafe every day, never ordering anything. He just sat there and wrote in a notebook.

I wondered if he even knew I was there. If he did then why not confront me or try to run? If he didn’t know then he was sloppy. With his record, I knew he wasn’t. So why?

“It's a dead-end here,” I answered Steve’s question. After I get my answers I’ll tell them. I didn’t need to be hovered over right now.

“Okay we’ll reconvene soon there are a few things I’ll be busy with.”

“Avenger’s stuff?”

“We found the location of Loki’s scepter. Until that is finished this will have to hold.” “And Alex since you’re around the area there is someone who could use your help if you’re up for it.” He’s talking about Fury.

“No problem.” I felt bad lying to Steve, but I’ve been in contact with Fury since I landed in Europe. He felt best not to tell Steve, we were going to use the information that The Winter Soldier had about HYDRA to find the rest of the bases. Fury allowed me to travel freely without a watchful eye. Just more side agendas.

The next day like clockwork James headed out of his grungy apartment he’d been staying in. How he paid for rent I had yet to see. I waited about an hour to ensure he was gone before I went up the ten floors to his apartment.

I picked the lock, but the door just swung open. I’m starting to doubt this guy knew anything. I’ve been obviously stalking the man, and he left the door unlocked. Either he really didn’t know I was here or didn’t care.

I looked around his basic ass room. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. A mattress on the ground with a sleeping bag for a blanket. Bathroom with a single toothbrush. Nothing in the kitchen. No food in the fridge or dishes in the cupboards. I was about to give up when. Then I noticed the ripped wallpaper.

I pulled it back revealing a hidey-hole where he stashed a backpack. “Hello, secrets.”

Inside was a group of notebooks. I’m about to flip through one when my built-in alarm started ringing. It was my personal Winter Soldier detector.

“When I didn’t see you at the cafe I could only assume you’d finally try something.” He said standing in the doorway.

“So you did know I was watching you.” I stood up to face him. My hand close to my belt ready to grab a knife.

“You made it pretty obvious.” He stepped closer looking like he was ready to attack.

“Here I just thought you were incredibly stupid.” I taunt.

“Then you should’ve done your research before you decided to come after me.” After learning who he actually was I read up on him more. I had an inkling of his past when Steve would talk about his best friend from Brooklynn. Learning anything and everything I could about this man.

He lunged at me.

I stepped to the side dodging him. We went for what couldn’t be more than a few minutes of quick-paced fighting. He grabbed my wrist with his metal arm. Using my free hand I grab ahold of his arm and turn forcing him to flip over my back. He landed on the floor.

“The questions I have aren’t in a file.” I was still holding onto him when he pulled me to the ground. Before I could react he was on top of me holding me down. He left one hand free as I took a knife from my belt, and stabbed him in the leg.

Distracted by my knife sticking out of his thigh I punched him in the face, and he toppled off me. He and I get up and start circling.

“I don’t want to fight. I just want to talk.” He took out the knife and threw it back at me. Moving to the side it flies past my head. Just in time, I caught it by the hilt.

He used my distractedness to kick me in the chest. I went flying back through the wall.

I could see him coming after me, but I just held my hands up. “Let me buy you coffee.”

He paused his motion to punch me. “Coffee?” Surprised that I asked such a mundane question at a time like this.

“That cafe actually has good drinks. If you’d bother to order something.” I gave him my best ‘I don’t have any other motives smile.

Chapter 16