#bucky being happy to fight peter but not talk to him is fucking PEAK messy responsible parent logic

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one of my favorite headcanons is that Steve is Awkward Uncle Shaped and Bucky is Dad Shaped.

Steve's not that great with kids, like at all. He cares about them and thinks they're delightful but he has no idea how to actually interact with them. Things like talking to them, going along with their imaginary games, knowing when to play around and when things are getting out of hand, knowing when to and how to discipline them depending on the situations, panics and over thinks when he has to hold babies (why do they always cry!? is he evil!? what did he do, help??) or knowing what to do when they cry, he finds he can't quite get the maturity right so he ends up talking down to older kids or talking too advanced for really little kids, and also isn't great at telling ages in general (he swears he really did think Wanda&Pietro were a lot younger than they were, and then Peter he thought was older, he knew he was a kid but like 19y. kid not 14y. kid ya know? He got muddled okay, give him a break the kid had a mask on). He's so, so SO sweet with them and wants to be good with them, it's why he agreed to do those PSA's, but he's mostly kind of hopeless with them and best with them at an arms length.

On the flip side, Bucky was basically a third parent to his sisters, he half raised them and is still to this day a natural with children. Even in his Winter Soldier state he was known to botch shots because children got in the way (he was even really good with the Widows in his WS state, and if asked he'd say having to train the Widows is the hands down the most painful thing he's had to do...) He's the kind of good with kids where he's happy to entertain them but he can also do all the responsible stuff and is the guy who calls it when other adults get too silly and dangerous/irresponsible with play time. Can also recognize ages pretty well, including by the voice and has really strict opinions about when it's appropriate to talk to children aka never without their guardian present unless they're in clear distress or danger (such as in airports, he'll fight the kid but he's not talking to him, okay, leave him with his strange logic, or in the middle of the street singing a creepy ass lullaby whether you need to find info out for a mission or not glaring daggers at Zemo). He's fucking shit at talking to adults these days though and has pretty much accepted that his social butterfly days are dead and gone in the 40s.

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The Truth In The Lies P4

Bucky x Reader

Warnings/Triggers: 18+ Only. If under 18, kindely un-follow me and do not read. Cheating, Angst.

Notes: Enjoy my loves. Let me know what you think!

More Notes: Just so you know, the Winters Soldiers past is aweful, the story below is shedding some stuff of that. She is trying to show him he is not the only victim in the world.

Tags: @trippinjenni @agirltrustsnooone

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Obviously Marvel is not mine. This story line is something I came up with. Do not re-post on other websites with out my permission. CREDIT DOES NOT COUNT. Stealing is wrong. Obviously.

The next morning, Peter woke up to you typing on your laptop. “Y/N!”. Looking over to Peter you smiled gently at him. “Morning hun.” “How are you feeling?” He sat up straight setting a hand over yours. His face etched in worry with the response you where about to give him. “I am ok.. Sore. The bullet went though my abdominal muscle, so weights are going to be out of the question for a bit. I was just emailing Tony, who refuses to take ‘no’ for an answer because he wants to come out here. I told him we are leaving here in a few hours.” Peter smile came and went at the thought of leaving. Despite you being hurt, he absolutely loved having you as a partner. “I hate that you got hurt.. but we made a good team I thought.” Peter felt the cherry red blush form on his cheeks. “I think so too. I am not saying this because you are here either.. you are better then anyone I have ever done a mission with. Acting came normal to you and your fighting has grown leaps and bounds. After I teach you target training, you will be fucking set!” Peters heart swelled at the compliments you gave him. “Thanks Y/N.” “Not to mention you’re a good kisser.” You chuckled.

“You kissed him!” looking over you seen Bucky opened the room door over the curtain. Seeing him peak through. He was visually a mess. His hair in a messy bun on the top of his head. Dark circles around his eyes. Also looked like he lost some weight. He stepped past the curtain. You seen his shoulders where squared, almost as if to attack. Holding your hand up you pushed energy through your hands and gently shoved him back. “Do not, hurt Peter. Honestly, not sure if you could anyway. Yes we kissed. Hell we full on made out with the dress hiked up to my waist. Not that is was far from my waist since Tony kept putting me in skimpy outfits.” You shrugged your shoulders. “The moment I seen that fucking video of you and that woman, we where done honey. Because Peter and I where not doing it for fun, not saying it wasn’t. For being so young, Peter knows what he was doing.” Peter snickered a bit. Bucky knew you where pushing this on him to hurt his feelings. Hell you have ever right too. He knew this. For the past few weeks he treated you terribly for what he did. He knew his past was no excuse for what he did. “It was for the mission and so our cover was not fucking blown.” Growling out the last part, you looked at your laptop to see a new email from Tony, stating that when you got back, rest was mandatory.

Getting back to the tower, Peter helped carry your bag into your old room before you and Bucky. You still had to stay in a wheel chair, since standing up you could feel your abdominal muscles tearing. “Are you headed home?” Peter shrugged a bit. “Not sure yet.. kinda don’t wanna leave.” You could see something was troubling him. “What’s wrong MR. Joshua?” He started to smile when you used his code name. “Nothing Katia, just enjoyed talking with you and chilling. I like spending time with you.” “Well come back tomorrow hun. Go get some rest, and tomorrow we can get lunch and stuff. Obviously I will need to not walk much but it could be fun!” “Sounds great! See you tomorrow!” you felt a gentle kiss placed on your cheek. Waving to the charming and awkward webslinger, you turned the wheel chair around and headed to Tonys office. Opening the door you seen Tonys hands on the desk, as he stood up, leaning over a bit. He was yelling at Bucky, you could tell by the twos body language. “Look! Because you didn’t fucking listen this happened!” Tony yelled to Bucky. “Tony, it happened. I will handle this.” You gave him a reassuring nod. The one thing Tony never did was question you and your motives. He nodded agreeing.

Bucky followed you to his room now. He sat on the bed, his head in his hands. He didn’t know how to talk to you about anything. It was obvious you where still livid with him. The fact you ended the relationship should have been the real indicator. You stood up weakly from the wheel chair, attempting to sit next to him on the bed. Your body was defiantly weak, your legs falling out from under you. Bucky quickly stood up, seeing you move from your wheel chair. He caught you in his arms, holding onto you tightly. He smelt your famous sugar palm and coconut shampoo you bought from an organic market. It smelt so good, often lingering when you walked out of a room. You grasped at his bulging biceps, trying your hardest to get your footing. “Sorry Bucky..” you groaned, annoyed with your body. He pressed a kiss to your temple, holding you close to his body. Scared and nervous he would never hold you again.

He gently sent you on the bed. You watch him sit down, looking down at his hands. “Bucky what you did was irresponsible. You could have gotten Peter killed!” you always started right off the bat. Never easing your way into things. “If you would have talked to me I would not have to fly across the fucking world..” He mumbled. “Talk to you? Being half way around the world was not even far enough for me. I left in the first place because you treated me like shit! For weeks!” He groaned. “I know! I know I fucked up y/n!” He stood up, starting to pace back and forth. “But for the love of who ever is watching over us.. you fucking drove me there!” he yelled out. You in that moment where thrilled the walls where sound proof. Weakly you stood up again looking him in the eyes. Pushing energy against his chest he was pinned to the floor surrounded in the blue like smoke. He tried to get up and you stopped him. “Push you there? Fuck off BARNES! Because I didn’t do what you want? Because I was not submissive? Because I didn’t play you little fucking games?” Bucky took a deep breath in, he watched your eyes start to turn neon blue. “What to know the funny thing? I get it.. you are fucked up in the head.. JOIN THE FUCKING TEAM! It was not fair what happened to you.. It wasn’t fair that you killed innocent people.. Guess what.. 85% can all say the same thing in this tower.. Get the fuck over yourself and take responsibility for your actions. You may have most people thinking you’re the strong one, walking around here, always acting dominate.. Lets be real for a second..” You closed your fist, your energy eloping him tightly. “I could snap you like a fucking twig if I wanted.” You opened your fist, letting him breathe. Never once had you been so harsh with him, so real. Slowly making your way to your wheel chair you got in it. Wheeling yourself to the dresser that was yours, you started to grab some of your clothes. “Please.. don’t go.. we need to finish this talk..” He stood up looking at you. You could tell emotionally he was drained. “We can talk when I am dead.” You yelled out heading to your room.

Bucky tried to open your bedroom door countless times. FRIDAY repeated herself, saying you locked it for a reason. Him, being the reason. Laying in your bed you closed your eyes, exhausted and sore from just moving a minimal amount. Hearing your phone vibrate on your table, you seen it was a text from Peter.

P: “How are you doing Katia?”

You: “Eh.. not so well MR. Joshua..”

Looking at your phone, he was video chatting you. You swiped green and seen Peters face pop up on the screen. “Hey, what is going on?” You seen he was laying in his bed, TV playing in the background. “Nothing.. almost killed Bucky.. normal shit..” you sighed a bit, trying to sit up more against your pillows. “What happened?” you started to explain what happened after he left. From talking to Tony, to almost crushing Bucky under your powers. “Well.. Honestly.. if he going to always play the victim he needs to learn, that his isn’t always right. You have been so nice and helpful to everyone. He took advantage. When you didn’t listen to him he had a fit.” You nodded, listening to your friends words. “Man.. funny how I am taking advice from someone ten years younger than me.” Peter narrowed his eyes. “Well, ten years isn’t that much darlin.” Peters warm smile to you made your heart flutter slightly. “Want to come over? Or me to come over there? We can watch some more Futurama and get some food.” “Don’t you live with your aunt?” he shook his head no. “Nope. I got my own apartment not far from hers though. Since the avengers pay me decently, I just wanted to get my own place.” “That’s great. I will see if I can catch an UBER there.” “Alright, I will text you and order the pizza. Pepperoni good?” you nodded. “Ohh can we also get some pasta? I can pay you.” He chuckled. “We can get what ever you want MRS. Joshua. Happy wife, Happy life.” You chuckled smiling.

You packed a small bag of clothes and makeup since the two of you planned on going to walk and wheel around the city the following day. Changing into your pajamas that had dogs all over them, you slid on your leather jacket and wheeled your self out of your room after FRIDAY unlocked it for you. Wheeling down to the elevator, you waited for it to get to you.

Rolling past the common room and outside you seen the black suburban you requested pull up. “Hey Jeff!” you seen a common UBER driver you used. “Hey Y/N. You ok?” He asked looking down at the wheel chair in question. “Mission went a little rough. I can sit in the car, just need to put the wheel chair in back.” He nodded holding your hand, as you tiredly stood up. He gently helped you slide into the front seat and set your chair in the back. “Y/N Where are you going?” you looked over to see Bucky walking out of the tower. “None of your business.” You looked to Jeff with pleading eyes to drive off. HE nodded. Shifting the truck in gear. You seen Bucky get further and further in the mirror.

“What’s going on with you and Bucky?” Jeff asked, knowing the two of you as a couple when you both would go on dates. “Cheated on me.. well kissed another woman.” Jeff frowned at what you told him. “That is ridiculous..” he sighed following the map to Peters place. “I hope your injury gets better.” He noticed your hand over your abdomen. “Yeah me too.. bullet to the fucking abdomen muscle is no fun.” Jeff chuckled as he kept his eyes on the road. He loved how blunt and truthful you always where. You watched the lights of New York fade as you headed to Brooklyn. IT was populous there too, but nothing like NYC. Eventually he pulled up to some nice looking condos.

You: “Downstairs.”

Peter : “On my way.”

You waited till you seen Peter. He opened up the door, putting your arm around his shoulder. He gently placed you on the wheel chair that Jeff got from the back of the big, black tinted suburban. “See you later Y/N. Have a good time tonight and take care.” Jeff smiled, waving to you. “Thanks Jeff!” you smiled.

Walking into the main room of the condo building you couldn’t believe how amazingly nice it was. “Holy shit P…” you looked at the huge chandelier, its crystals bright and sparling against the ceiling and wall. Looking around you noticed some younger woman eyeing you and their eyes softening at Peter. “Looks like you got some admirers.” You commented looking to Peter. “Haha, they are nice ladies.. not really my type though.” “Your 18 and you have a type?” you looked at him shocked. “Most men, pretty much fuck anything’s that move.” “Naw.. not me.” He smiled to you.