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[auroralwriting]

jealousy, jealousy

bucky barnes x avenger!reader (no use of y/n)

bucky hates when his girl has to flirt with the enemy

word count: 1.5k | warnings: none

The whole idea of it was absolutely, utterly stupid.

Zemo was obsessed with you, that much was obvious when he couldn't leave your name out of his mouth during the whole Sokovia Accords issue. Now, he was up to no good once more after escaping prison, leaving the Avengers no choice but to find out what he was up to.

The only problem? He refused to speak. Well, he refused to speak unless it was with you.

Bucky felt rage creep up his whole body when Steve explained what you had to do. You had to actually pretend to be interested in every single word Zemo said, meaning even if he flirted, you had to just take it. Apparently, this genius idea was Tony's, and the rest of the team had agreed to it, meaning Bucky's opinion was next to worthless, especially when you already agreed.

He trusted you with every ounce of his being, and he knew you wouldn't do it if you couldn't handle it, but he hate the fact that Zemo was probably going to flirt your ear off. You were Bucky's girl, his doll, his special girl, his everything, not Zemo's.

Nonetheless, Bucly had to hold his tongue and silently nod as Steve explained.

"What're you thinking, Buck?" Steve asked, noticing Bucky's silent deminor.

"I'm thinking about how many ways I could murder Zemo," Bucky commented, eyes darkening.

Steve sighed, placing a hand on Bucky's shoulder, "Bucky, she said she could do this."

"It's not her I don't trust, Steve. Imagine your girl getting hit on and you couldn't do jack shit to stop it. How would you feel then?" Bucky seethed, taking a deep breath in. "Sorry, that was hostile."

With a shake of his head, Steve's eyebrows furrowed. "I understand, Bucky. But we have to get to the bottom of Zemo's plan, and he won't talk unless its to her."

The whole team sat in silence, now gathered in the meeting room. The only noise was the whirl of the fan above their heads as they watched the live footage of you standing in front of Zemo's cell.

"Zemo," You said, crossing your arms. "Being stubborn as always, I hear."

A crooked smile formed on the man's face as he leaned his head on the bars, as close to you as he could get. "Darling, I just did not wish to speak to such insolent people such as the Avengers," Zemo scowled as he spoke. "But a dove as sweet as you? How could I pass?"

Bucky felt his fists clench tightly as he watched the interaction. God, he just wanted to deck this guy straight in the nose. Ever since the Sokovian first went on the run, he always seemed to make some time mid-battle to try and make some small talk with you. It annoyed not only Bucky, but everyone. No one talks that much during a fight. However, now that he was captured, it was the perfect time to use his infatuation of you to the team's advantage.

"Tell me, what do you have planned with those," You paused, grabbing your file and flipping through the loose pages, "Ah, 'weapons of double mass extinction' as you so delicately put it."

Zemo laughed, "Extinction is not my end goal if that is what you are asking my dove."

"It wasn't," You added as Zemo continued.

"However, I am just so excited to reveal what they will be used for." He smiled. Your brow shot up, waiting for his answer. "But seeing it will be the best reveal of all."

Sam sighed, watching this all carry on from where the team was still sat. "He's just gonna play games with her."

"She's smarter than you'd think, give her a chance." Natasha said, "I'd know, I trained her."

Tony stood up, "I don't like this, I'm ending it."

Bucky held up his hand, nodding. "For once, I gotta agree with Stark. I want my girl out of his sight."

Quickly, Steve stood up, "This is our only chance to find out what Zemo has planned. He won't lay a finger on her. Is it uncomfortable? Of course it is, none of us enjoy watching him flirt with her, but it'll work." Tony sat down as Bucky grumbled, all eyes falling back to the screen that showed you now closer to Zemo's bars.

"Would your wife really enjoy knowing you're flirting with me?" You slightly taunted, wanting to push his buttons.

"My wife is dead, but you already know of this." Zemo replied.

With a knowing nod, you pursed your lips, "She was Sokovian too, yeah?"

"We were all from Sokovia, my wife and son, as well as myself." Zemo answered.

"Born and raised?" You continued. Zemo gave a nod as you thought for a moment with a hum, "Were you there when Ultron attacked?"

Zemo nodded, "Yes. That is when my family was murdered."

"I'm sorry," You honestly replied. "Does it still bother you? Not your dead family, but the Sokovia thing. You know, the floating?"

A quick glance of the situation, and it would've looked like you were now just chatting with the enemy, but you held down a smirk as Zemo replied. "Of course I am. That was my home."

"New York could be your home now," You offered. "Turn yourself in and we can get you transferred here."

Zemo laughed, "I would not wish to be here after what will happen."

Boom. You looked up to the camera, "You all got that?" You asked the camera, knowing your team was watching. You grabbed your file, standing up. "Thank you for your time, Zemo. This was very informative." You grabbed your comm and pushed it down, "Stand-by. Send Stark-Bots to check perimeters of the state. Zemo's planning on making us levitate like Sokovia."

Face pale, Zemo stood up, yelling incoherent words that fell upon your deaf ears as you left the room. Bucky, who had seen it all, was already waiting for you outside. He was quick to grab you and hold you tight to his chest.

"I'm okay, Buck," You smiled, voice muffled from your face being pushed against his strong body.

Bucky shook his head, "I know, I just don't want you near that freak again."

You couldn't help but laugh at his words as you pulled away enough to give him a kiss. "You jealous of Zemo?"

"You played into it," Bucky muttered.

"It was all fake, love." You replied. "You know I'm your girl."

Bucky couldn't help but smirk, "Damn right you are." He turned to the door that lead to Zemo's cell. "You hear that? She's my damn girl!"

You couldn't help but feel your heart thump at Bucky's words. He was always so damn hot when he was jealous. "C'mon, show your girl how much you love her." You teased, Bucky's eyes falling on you once more. He was quick to grab your waist with his metal arm, pulling you in as his other hand rested on the back of your neck, pushing your face against his as his lips locked with yours, a tight, sloppy kiss ensuing in the middle of the hall.

"I'm never letting you do that again." Bucky muttered, pulling away to speak. His breath was hot on your cheek as he spoke. He pulled you into another wet kiss as a soft ahem came from behind you both.

"This is not a room, but I'm sure your horny asses could find one."

Bucky groaned as he turned around, "Do you have to ruin every moment?" He asked Sam who stood smugly.

He put his hands in the air, "I just wanted to congratulate Nat's best student on her great work. Especially the one where she made her soldier get all jealous"

"Thank you, Sam," You smiled, a light blush on your face.

Bucky took a pen out of his pocket and threw it at Sam, "Get outta here, man!"

"Alright, alright! No need for hostility." Sam defended as he walked away.

As Sam left, you gave a knowing smile at Bucky. "So jealous over my mission, huh?"

Bucky scoffed, feeling embarrassment creep in his chest, "I wasn't jealous."

"I think you were," You argued. "Over Zemo of all peopke."

"Only I can talk to you that way," Bucky said, voice nearly a whine. "You're all mine, not his or anyone else's, and he knows it."

You smiled, giving Bucky a kiss on the cheek, "And that's probably why he loves doing it so much. You know he's got a thing against super soldiers. He's gonna do anything to get under your skin."

"And he chose the worst way to do it," Bucky muttered as you pressed a soft kiss on his lips.

Bucky looked at you with a goofy smile, pulling back. "C'mon, doll. We still got some work to do cleaning up Zemo's mess."

"Someone's feeling better," You teased as you both began to walk. "You'd better show me some more of that jealousy later," You suggested.

"Oh, I will," Bucky smiled. "You bet your fine ass I will."

[sweetbuckybarnes]

Who is That?: Alpine

Summary: Y/N goes back to work, and comes across a curious creature on her way home.

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"Thank you for today, Y/N," her manager smiled, as Y/N packed up the last of her belongings.

"That's alright," Y/N replied, setting her bag on her shoulder.

Just as her manager was going to say something else, the phone started to ring in its cradle. "I'll see you Thursday," her manager waved and picked up the phone.

Y/N left the shop and made her way down the street. She had always been a fast walker (thanks to the height of Bucky, she always had to run to catch him up). She weaved her way in and out of pedestrians.

Considering she was small as well, it also made it easier to avoid people and their bags.

As she stood at the crossing, waiting for the signal to cross. She spotted a little girl standing next to her, staring up at her with large eyes. "Hello."

The little girl's mother looked downtown her daughter then at Y/N. "I'm sorry, it's not often she stares at people like this."

Y/N shakes her head. "No, she's OK. There must be something about me she is curious about," she tells her, making sure she had her balance and crouched down in front of the little girl. "Are you alright?"

All of a sudden, the little girl had gone very shiny as she grabbed a hold of her mother's coat and looked down at her shoes.

The two women chuckled as Y/N stood back up.

"What's that?" The little girl asked, pointing at the engagement ring.

"Thats my engagement ring," Y/N told the little girl. "My husband gave me this, and he told me he wants to spend the rest of his life with me."

"The rest of your life with one person?" The little girl looked up at her.

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, and I told him I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, and we got married."

Y/N was nearly home, as it had just started raining, when the sounds of meowing stopped her in her tracks.

She looked around and caught sight of a box moving in a nearby alleyway. "What on Earth?" She made her way down the alleyway to the upturned box and revealed a very young cat.

She didn't know what kind of despicable person would drop a cat so young to find for itself in the freezing cold rain. She could only hope it hadn't been sitting outside all that long, as its fur was nearly pristine white, but it was so skinny.

"Hello," she cooed, crouching down, holding her hand out to the kitten. The creature took a few cautious steps forward, taking many sniffs of Y/N's fingers. The cat must have thought she was trustworthy enough and pushed her head underneath Y/N's fingers.

Y/N cooed over the little kitten, making a fuss over the cat before eventually being able to scoop her up into her arms. The kitten made a little bit of a protest, only to be soothed by cuddles.

"Right," she says to the kitten. "Let's go home."

Usually, Bucky would be waiting for her in their apartment, but he had been pulled away for an important mission with Sam and wouldn't be come until the early hours of the morning.

Well, that is what she was expecting.

She was in the middle of giving the kitten a soap bath when a key was put into the lock, and the door opened.

"Doll?" Bucky called, not seeing his wife sat on the sofa watching her TV shows. "Doll, where are you?"

"James?" Y/N looked over her shoulder to where she could see her husband setting his heavy gear down. She looked between her husband and the kitten and then back at Bucky. "What are you doing home, I thought you wouldn't get back until the early hours."

Bucky walked around the corner and into the kitchen and finally saw what his wife was doing. "Doll?" She replied with a hum. "What is that?"

"What's what?" She sometimes played dumb, just to wind him up a little.

"Don't play this game with me, doll," Bucky walked over to her, so he was nearly plastered to her side. He lifted a vibranium finger. "This creature in your hands."

She stopped her scrubbing and looked down at the kitten. "I found her."

"You found her?"

"Mmhm."

Bucky raised an eyebrow at his wife. "And where did you find this cat?"

Y/N turned her head to look at him. "In a cardboard box, in an alleyway, block from here."

Bucky looked from his wife to the young cat in her hands and then back at his wife again. "Are you sure this isn't someone's pet?" In response to this, Y/N rinsed off the soap from the kitten and lifted her to show Bucky. Despite the kitten's white coat, the poor thing was practically skin and bones. "Bloody hell," this was something he had picked up from the war.

"We have to keep her, James."

Bucky sighed looking between his wife and the cat. He could see by the look in his wife's eyes and the way the cat is currently licking her hand - they had already bonded, and there was no separating them.

"Alright, doll. I'll go get some food and some dishes for..." he trailed off, waiting for his wife to fill in the gap for the kitten's name.

"Why would you guess I have..." she was now the one to trail off as Bucky was looking at her expectantly. "Alpine."

Bucky blinked a few times. "After the Alpine Ridge, I fell from?"

"No! First of all, I didn't not know that is where you fell. And secondly, the box I found her had a silhouette of a mountain range on it, and I remembered Steve talking about a mission you once went to during the war. He never told me it was the one you fell from."

Bucky nodded. "OK, doll. I shall go get Miss Alpine some wet food, immediately," he presses a kiss to her cheek and makes his way to leave their apartment. "And what have I told you about calling me James?"

"I shall call you James as much as you call me doll."

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Hi! Im not sure, feel free to completely ignore! But I love your writing and I saw this tiktok and it made me think about reader being exited for trick or treat but not a lot of kids come by so Bucky does something special? Or they go out to give out candy?

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Thank you so much in advance if you decide to write something related to this!

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Trick or Treat.

Pairing - Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings - none!! just bucky being a sweetheart in love

Word Count - under 1k

Author's Note - thank you for this request, it's so lovely!! seeing as we've just passed halloween, thought i'd write something short and sweet. hope you enjoy.

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You've been sat on your front steps for hours.

Bowl of candy in hand, goodie bags made up, decorations hung and ready. You've always loved Halloween, for as long as you can remember. Now you're older, the highlight is getting to see all the neighbourhood kids dressed up as they trick or treat.

Not this year. You and Bucky moved apartments last year, and you were ridiculously excited to get to give out candy on your new block. Turns out, no one really passes by your place.

"Baby," comes a voice from the front door behind you. "You're gonna catch your death. It's freezing."

Bucky sits down next to you, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

"You wanna come inside? We can watch those old Disney Halloween movies you love."

You rest your head on his shoulder, revelling in his warmth.

"Not yet, Buck. Just gonna wait a little longer."

It's breaking his heart seeing you so defeated. You've been looking forward to the holiday for weeks, and it certainly hasn't turned out the way either of you hoped.

"Do you think there just aren't any kids around here? I've literally seen none."

"I don't know, baby. I'm just as confused as you are."

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, arms tightening around you.

He is confused. In your old apartment, you'd have dozens of kids come by, eager for candy and the cookies you'd make. You and Bucky would sit out on the front steps and give out goodie bags for hours, striking up conversations with parents and celebrating all of the costumes.

"Maybe we should go inside," you say quietly, starting to shiver. "We'll have to ask Sam tomorrow if he got any trick or treaters. Maybe it's going out of style."

Sam.

Bucky has a sudden eureka moment, jumping up from his spot next to you.

"Wait here, baby. One minute."

He runs inside, leaving you disorientated on the steps. He's back within thirty seconds, your bag in his hand.

"Come on. We're going out."

"Where?"

"It's a surprise. You'll see."

You pile into the car as Bucky loads all the candy into the trunk, trying to be as subtle as possible. He climbs in and presses a kiss to your knuckles before holding your hand for the entire journey, humming along to the radio as he drives.

You suddenly begin to recognise your whereabouts, more confused than ever.

"Why are we in Sam's neighbourhood, Buck?"

He winks.

"You'll see."

As soon as you pull up to Sam's house, he's striding out of the front door and towards you.

"Thank God you're here. I can't do it anymore. Why didn't we just do this in the first place?"

"Do what?"

"I remember Sam telling me about the, quote on quote, 'obscene amount of trick or treaters' that he gets at his house every year. And he hates Halloween -"

"It's true!" Sam interjects.

"- so I thought you could save him from his misery, and you get to give out candy like you wanted."

You're grinning at him from ear to ear, practically bouncing on the soles of your feet.

"You're a genius," you whisper, leaning up to press your lips to his softly. "I love you."

"I love you too," he smiles, stealing another kiss or four.

"I'm gonna head upstairs and watch the football game. You guys have fun out here!"

Sam throws you a thumbs up before retreating inside, closing the door behind him. You and Bucky bring all of your goodies from the car and set up on the porch, ready and waiting.

Before you know it, there are dozens of groups of kids on the street, all of them adorned in spooky costumes. They practically skip up the pathway towards you, excited and giddy.

"Trick or treat!"

"Woah, you're all super scary... I like your makeup! And your wig! Hey, your shirt is super cool!"

You're placing candy in their bags, so you can't see Bucky beaming behind you, light radiating off of him in all directions.

He'd find a way make it Halloween everyday if it meant he could see you smile like this.

[upon-a-starry-night]

Number Neighbors Epilogue

Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

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Word Count: 719

Summary:  When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?

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“And here I am thinking ‘Oh god I’m going to be kidnapped by an angry-looking puppy dog-” The people around you laugh as you tell this story for probably the twentieth time. However, one very unamused-looking puppy dog who is sitting in the corner does not laugh.

“Meanwhile I’m just trying to figure out why my potential kidnapper is buying so many plums”

Bucky groans as the rest of the group begins teasing him and he tries to defend himself to no avail. There’s no escaping the roasting of both Sam and Wanda.

You look over into the kitchen during all the commotion and see Nat staring at you with a lazy smile on her face and a glass of wine in her hand. You beam in her direction and send her a wink before diving back into your story of how you two officially met. 

All of the other Avengers had been curious about your presence but they’d grown used to you the more you came around, and you and Wanda had hit it off just like Nat thought you would.

It was a rocky start after you two had gotten together, Nat was still dealing with government stuff and the Avengers were divided but your support always comforted Nat, and now she had a shoulder to rest on on the days that got rough.

The rest of the Avengers seemed to enjoy your presence as well, and eventually, you’d convinced them all to do a game night together. 

Tensions were high when they’d all first sat down but by the end of the night, everyone was laughing and teasing like before.

You had the biggest smile on your face that night and that was when Nat realized just how gone for you she was. She wasn’t big on the idea of marriage but she bought you two promise rings the next day. 

You brought her peace and happiness and helped bring her family back together. She didn’t know if it was God or Fate but whoever it was she was thankful that you’d texted her that random morning. 

She walked over to you and wrapped her arms around your waist, feeling you lean back into her.

When you’d finished telling your story and everyone was talking amongst themselves you turned your head to the side to catch her lips in a kiss.

“Hi Nat” You breathe out with a soft smile as soon as you pull away.

Nat smiled into your shoulder, kissing your scar lightly before speaking lowly into your ear.

“I was going through my phone listening to some of your old messages and guess what I found?” Curious and a little worried you tilt your head and make a noise of question, all while being distracted by the taste of wine that now lingered on your tongue.

Much to your horror, the sound of your voice begins playing lowly on her phone speaker

‘Anyway, sorry I know that was a lot- all that to say I miss you and I love y-’ You reach to shut off the voicemail as you hiss at her to turn it off, embarrassment burning your cheeks

“I thought I deleted that?!” You were so sure you’d pressed the delete button all those months ago and now you were determined to delete it for certain this time. 

All your attempts to reach Nat’s phone to delete the message are useless of course and you forget your mission halfway through when Nat laughs at your failure to do so. Your mission changes then, and instead of reaching for your phone, you take Nat’s moment of distraction to peck a kiss on her cheek, quickly looking away to try and pretend you didn’t do anything but unable to hide the blush on your face.

Her laugh stops and when you turn to look back at her the playfulness in her eyes has been replaced with a hazy dark green. 

You don’t even try to protest as Nat pulls you away from the group and off towards the direction of your shared bedroom.

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A/n: ahhh it’s finally done! I really hope you guys like this ending as much as I do. I feel like a simple domestic end is perfect for Nat and Y/n after such a rollercoaster of a relationship. Feel free to ask me any questions in the comments. I love answering them!! ~ Starry

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Five Years That Felt Like a Millennium (2) — Bucky Barnes

Pairing: tfatws!bucky x reader

Word count: 7,579

Summary: Baby Girl isn't doing too well after seeing Quentin.

Warnings: illusions and mention of violence, abuse, manipulation, and cheating, self-deprecation, fluff, flirting, angst

Note: I apologize for my absence. The response to the first part has been unbelievable! Thank you all so much. I hope I can do it justice.

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Bucky didn't know a person could cry so much. Surely, the body must have surpassed a threshold ages ago for maximum fluid expulsion, but it seemed unlikely. Tears ran unbidden down Baby Girl's face, soaking into her white camisole, still wet from the lake. At least her body no longer wracked with sobs, which was a small accomplishment, he supposed.

He filled a glass with cold water. "Here, drink this."

Baby Girl's movements were almost mechanical as she took measured sips, slowly draining the glass. She stared at her reflection in the crystal, then abruptly stood, making Bucky hastily step back. Barefoot and half-dressed, she made for the front door.

Bucky blocked her path. "Where are you going?"

She went around him and reached for the handle, but Bucky intercepted her just in time, pulling her by the wrist. Her eyes were unfocused and wild, darting this way and that. "Hey!" She froze. "Hey," he said again, softer and with considerably less force. "What's going on in that smart brain of yours, huh? What are you thinking?"

"I need to find Quentin," she gulped. "I need to apologize to him. I need to make things right before he—"

She choked on her words, but Bucky knew her enough by now to predict what she would say next. "Before he what? Before he hurts Sam?"

Her face crumpled. "Maybe if I get down on my knees and beg, he'll forgive me, and things can go back to the way they used to be."

Bucky felt his previous anger return. Quentin Beck was a goddamn asshole because, in the span of a few minutes, he had managed to turn a bright and bubbly soul into an inconsolable mess.

"Is that really what you want?" he asked. "You want things to go back to the way they used to be?" Bucky already knew Baby Girl's answer, but he felt it was imperative for her to acknowledge out loud.

"No," she croaked. "Not really, but I don't have a choice. Quentin will hurt Sam and his family."

Bucky wiped the fresh tears from her face, letting his hands linger on her cheeks. "And what about you? He's hurting you. Are you not Sam's family?"

Baby girl began crying anew. Bucky carried her to the couch and held her close, letting her tears run down his bare skin. They sat like that until her breathing eventually evened, and her eyes drooped close. Bucky didn't dare move. Baby Girl was cradled in his arms and against his neck, legs stretched on the couch.

His eyes began to close, sleep slowly taking over, and he was going to let it. They both needed rest after the day's events, but sleep wasn't in his fortune. Bucky's phone buzzed in his pocket, and he startled awake, awkwardly maneuvering around to retrieve it without disturbing Baby Girl.

It was Sam. Bucky glanced down at the sleeping form in his arms. Dried tears painted her face, her eyes were puffy, and her nose red. Bucky's heart lurched in his chest, and he made a hasty decision—promise be damned, Bucky would fix this for her.

He answered the call. "Hey, Sam." And told him everything .

"Sam?" Bucky asked, after Sam had been quiet too long.

Sam sounded wretched with grief. "I knew something was wrong. I just never imagined..."

Bucky sighed, already anticipating the blame game. A family trait, he considered. "It's not your fault. Quentin Beck is to blame, and he will pay for his actions, I promise you." Though Bucky couldn't see him, he imagined Sam nodding his frustration. "Do you think you could get in contact with Congressman Lockhart?"

"Congressman Lock—why?"

"He owes me a favour," said Bucky, not mentioning that he had saved Lockhart's life. "How much are you willing to bet that Lockhart has met Quentin Beck before, and that Beck has probably left a less-than-savoury impression on the Congressman?"

"I don't understand."

"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, Sam."

Sam was impressed. "I'll ask Torres to get us in contact."

Bucky smirked, feeling a satisfaction spread over him at the thought of Quentin Beck rotting in a jail cell. "You do that. When do you think you'll be back?"

Baby Girl shifted in his arms, and Bucky softened his voice. "Day after tomorrow? Alright, keep me updated." He ended the call.

"Who was that?" came a groggy voice. Baby Girl's eyes were closed, and she was in the process of waking up.

"Sam," Bucky answered, adjusting her in his arms. "His business is taking longer than usual. He and Sarah will be back in a few days.

Baby Girl pushed away from Bucky, sat up next to him, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes trailed to his chest and widened in mortification. "Shit, I'm so sorry. I drooled all over you."

When she reached over to wipe him clean, he grabbed her wrist. "Why do you make it a habit to apologize for things out of your control?"

She suddenly jerked away from him, putting ample space between them. "I can hardly help how I feel. If I feel sorry, I apologize."

"Well, don't." Bucky stretched his legs, groaning at the relief. "I'm a grown man," he teased, wiping his chest with the back of his hand. "I can handle a little drool."

Baby girl looked down at her palms, forlorn and despondent. "I'm a mess," she muttered.

"Yes, you are," Bucky responded quietly. She jerked her head in surprise, expecting him to dispute her. But she didn't need his false reassurances any longer. Bucky wanted the full weight of her circumstances bearing down on her so she might escape from the haze of melancholy and finally fight back.

Bucky looked out the window at the setting sun. It cast a beautiful golden glow over the two of them. "You should change into something comfortable," he told her. "There's a lot to talk about."

"Quentin was in one of my electives at school." Baby Girl was freshly showered and changed, wearing Bucky's sweats because she was out of clean clothes. They were enormous on her frame, which suited her well.

Bucky had also changed and was sitting across from her on the kitchen table, a warm cup of tea in his hands. It was something floral with a bitter note. He took his plain while she drowned hers in honey.

"Abnormal Psychology," she continued, "which is ironic because I diagnosed him with narcissism a few years into our relationship. I never told him, obviously. It wouldn't have ended well."

The conversation—long overdue—produced a painful pit in Bucky's stomach. He recognized it as suppressed rage, slowly building in potency and power. Bucky took a large sip of his tea, letting it burn his tongue so he might focus on anything other than the need to punch Beck's face.

"I tripped over his bag. He helped me up; apologized, and asked me to dinner."

Bucky couldn't help how bitter he sounded. "And you said yes."

She looked at him with dead eyes. "I wish I had. Then my life wouldn't have turned into a Shakespearean tragedy."

"That seems a bit bleak," Bucky snorted.

"But isn't it?" she implored. "Bleak? He was my first serious boyfriend; I moved in with him after two weeks and quit my job after a month. He didn't say 'I love you' until I threatened to leave him when I found out he was cheating. I pretended to look the other way when I found another girl's bra in our bed. I laughed when I saw lipstick stains on his collar. I gave him my virginity on my birthday, the day after I found out he cheated on me again. If that isn't bleak, if that isn't a tragedy, then what is? Perhaps it's the fact that I made excuses for him the first time he hit me. I told myself he was aiming for the wall, and I got in the way of his fist, but let's be honest, I was deluding myself."

Baby girl took a deep breath and dug her nails into the table. Her previous sorrow was replaced with unbridled anger. "I recognized all the signs. I knew he was using me—manipulating me! He even said so himself. We were at a party, and his friend said I was 'quite something.' Whatever the hell that's supposed to mean! Quentin said, 'She is, isn't she? But I gotta tell you, I'm not with her for that brain of hers.' I was standing right next to him! He and his friends undressed me with their eyes, and I just stood there and smiled!"

Bucky felt his rage simmering—at Beck, at the situation, at her . "Why are you blaming yourself? It's not your fault!"

Baby Girl pushed away from the table and paced around. "Don't!" she shouted. "Nothing you say will make this okay, Bucky. Nothing you say will make what I did okay!"

Bucky stood up as well, breathing heavily. He had known her less than a week but already felt burning concern on her behalf. "And what did you do?"

"Nothing!" she screamed, and her shrill voice echoed throughout the empty house. "I did nothing! Quentin threatened Sam, then once Sam blipped, he threatened Sarah and the boys, and I knew it wasn't a bluff because he had the connections to back him up. I knew, because I'm the one who helped him get those connections in the first place!"

Bucky sucked in a quick breath. "What connections?" Baby Girl had calmed somewhat after her brief yet brutal rant, and she sat down at the table, sipping her tea.

"What connections!" Bucky almost shouted.

Baby Girl startled. "I don't know! Businessmen, stockbrokers, a lot of Wall Street types. They paid attention to him when he had a pretty girl on his arm."

"Was that all?" Bucky probed.

Baby Girl shook her head. "There were a lot of government officials, too. I told you, remember? FBI, CIA, Homeland Security, Senators, UN spokespersons, congressmen, federal court judges—"

"Repeat that."

"Federal court—"

"No!" Bucky interrupted again. "What you said before."

"Congressmen?" Baby Girl huffed in annoyance. "I don't understand why that stood out to you the most. Are federal court judges not impressive enough for you, Bucky?"

Bucky ignored her snark and sat across from her. "Do you happen to know a Congressman Lockhart?"

Baby Girl paused before taking a sip from her cup. "Surprisingly, yes. Mr. Lockhart left a lasting impression when he didn't try looking down my dress every few minutes or shoving his hand up my leg."

"That's disgusting," he frowned.

"That's life," Baby Girl retorted. "Trust me, I had it better than most women."

Bucky shook his head, hating how she downplayed her struggles. "That's not okay."

Baby Girl scoffed without heat. "Like things were so much better in the forties. Right, Sergeant Barnes?"

Bucky ignored any feelings the utterance of his title from her lips brought forth. "I didn't stand for that then, and I don't stand for it now."

Thankfully, she seemed to have mercy on him and let the topic slide. "He didn't seem to like Quentin much; Lockhart. He asked me a lot of questions, and I think he got suspicious when I couldn't answer anything."

"Like what?"

"Like what I do for work, my interests, how I met Quentin. I couldn't tell him anything without revealing how abusive Quentin was. He especially didn't like it when he found out I was Sam Wilson's adopted kid sister."

Bucky was intrigued. "What did he say?"

"Nothing. He ignored Quentin for the rest of the event, but right before it ended, he pulled me aside and..." she trailed off.

"What?" Bucky encouraged her.

Baby Girl looked at him with shame and guilt swimming in her irises. "Congressman Lockhart told me I was making a mistake. He told me Quentin was using me because of my relation to Sam Wilson. He told me men like Quentin were rotten to the core, and I should run the other way and never look back." She gulped. "I should've listened to him."

Bucky shook his head. "You made a decision. You couldn't have known."

She didn't hear him, seemingly playing the scene in her mind. "Then the strangest thing happened. Congressman Lockhart called a few days later to meet about the project Quentin had proposed. Quentin was ecstatic, as you can imagine. He was overly sweet with me that day." Her brows puckered in confusion. "But I never understood... Why warn me away from Quentin only to cozy up to him later?"

Bucky leaned back in his chair, thinking everything over, connecting the dots. "Congressman Lockhart is a good man," he said. "A good and clever man."

Baby Girl narrowed her eyes. "How do you know him anyway? What does he have to do with anything?"

Bucky hesitated. He didn't want to get her hopes up if his plan didn't work, but he also couldn't watch her beat herself up any longer. This girl, this beautiful and feisty girl, had Bucky wrapped around her fingers since she wrapped her arms around his waist that day on his bike. This girl, who laughed and cried and smiled and was never afraid to voice her opinion. This girl, who looked at Bucky with admiration in her eyes, who looked at his metal arm with gentle curiosity and without any of the disgust or malice he was used to. Who kept her questions light and discrete so as not to unsettle him. This girl, this beautiful and feisty girl, who made Bucky smile.

He would do anything for her. Even if it meant keeping his scheme a secret.

Bucky hesitated, not wanting to lie to her, but finding he had little choice. "I have a plan," he said. "To get rid of Quentin Beck for good."

And Bucky was presented, for the first time since their swim in the lake, a genuine and awe-filled smile, directed entirely at him.

"Lemonade?"

Bucky swam toward the deck, hoisting himself from the lake. Baby Girl was sitting on the edge, letting her bare feet skim the cool water. "You take such good care of me," Bucky teased. He gave a playful shake of his head, sending droplets of water her way.

Baby Girl shrieked and raised her hands to cover her face. "You ass!"

With a chuckle, Bucky leaned back on his elbow, reaching for the drink.

"And to think I brought you sustenance!" Baby Girl pushed a plate of fruit toward him.

Bucky picked up a fruit with a deep purple flesh and examined it with suspicion. "Is this alien food? It looks like something you might find in Asgard."

Baby Girl stared in awe. "You've been to Asgard?"

Bucky was still looking at the teardrop-shaped product. "Not yet," he declared confidently and bit into the flesh. Bucky paused a moment, staring at Baby Girl before taking a larger bite. "What the fuck? Why is it so good?"

Baby Girl laughed. "What, you've never had a fig before?" She grabbed one for herself and showed him a better way to eat it. "You pinch it at the top. Split it open. Fold it over, and voila!" She popped it in her mouth, groaning as flavour burst across her tongue.

"I thought it was some weird kind of plum!" Bucky exclaimed, grabbing another.

"Nope, just a fig."

"Just a fig, she says," Bucky teased. "And what's this?" He threw a shiny orange fruit in the air, catching it just before it smacked Baby Girl in the face.

She took it from him with an unconvincing frown. " This —is a persimmon. You know it's ripe when it's ready to burst. I like to pinch the skin like this—" she demonstrated by making an incision with her teeth, "and suck the flesh." Baby Girl moaned in delight. "I missed this."

Bucky intensely observed her, paying close attention to a drop of persimmon juice on her lip.

"What? Is there something on my face?"

Bucky reached over to wipe the juice with his thumb. "You're a mess," he said hoarsely. Then, he brought his thumb to his mouth and licked it off as she watched him. "It's sweet."

She stared at him, soft lips parted and breaths uneven. "Did you think it would be sour?"

Bucky shrugged and picked up one for himself, following Baby Girl's instructions and getting a proper taste. When he was halfway through his fruit and Baby Girl was still gawking at him, Bucky realized he had taken the flirting a bit too far.

Satisfaction crackled in his muscles, and he twitched out a smirk. It was only a small accomplishment that he had retained some of his frivolous ways, but he was still proud. "What else do you have for me?" he inquired loudly, effectively diverting her.

Baby Girl quickly composed herself, dropping the rest of her persimmon onto the fruit plate. "Watermelon and grapes."

"Does the watermelon change colours, and do the grapes taste like cotton candy?"

"Change colours—No!" Baby Girl gawped. "You have a strong imagination." She suddenly turned thoughtful. "I was thinking of grabbing the cotton candy grapes, though. But they're too sweet for me."

It was Bucky's turn to gawp. "I was being sarcastic. Do cotton candy grapes really exist?"

Baby Girl smiled. "They've been around a while. I'll get you some next time."

Bucky reclined on his elbow, resting his head in his hand. "Next time. I like the sound of that." He caught her eye and asked her the burning question. "So, you've decided to stay?"

Baby Girl pushed the empty glasses and fruit tray away, lying back on the deck. From this angle, with Bucky hovering over her, the sun didn't burn her eyes. She smiled a sad smile. "I don't really have a choice, do I?"

"You always have a choice," Bucky replied fervently. "We would never keep you against your will."

Baby Girl shook her head. "That's not what I meant. Quentin will always find me. He's possessive of his things."

"You're not a thing . And he doesn't deserve you."

"Maybe I deserve him."

Bucky looked into her bright eyes, thinly veiled with tears. He understood the feeling of helplessness—the intense guilt that followed. Even now, after being pardoned and making amends, Bucky couldn't stop guilt from seizing him in the dark hours of the night, when he was most vulnerable and exposed.

He often looked around and wondered if he deserved the life he had been given, this second chance that none of his victims had the fortune of. On more of a surface level, Bucky understood he was as much a victim as any other. A prisoner in his own body. He, and he alone, knew the struggle he had put up for almost twenty years before finally succumbing.

Bucky looked into her bright eyes, thinly veiled with tears, and saw himself reflected in them. He saw himself as a younger man—a better man—waging a war against invisible demons, and he understood. Trauma left its presence in various ways, and the evidence of it was scattered all across her vulnerable physique.

Bucky reached for a strand of her hair. "Sometimes, the hardest prison to escape from is the one we build in our own minds."

Baby Girl turned her head to look up at the sky. "That sounds like something you'd hear at the therapist's."

"And I'm giving it out for free," Bucky smiled.

They both said nothing for a short while, enjoying the sun, and soaking each other's company.

"He used to tell me I was beautiful every day." Her brows creased. "Well, not exactly. He never called me beautiful. He called me hot, and sexy, and fire—" she suddenly scoffed. "I hated that. 'You look fire.' One day, even that stopped. I remember thinking he didn't love me anymore because that's what attracted him in the first place."

Bucky played with her hair, letting her say what she needed to.

"Objectively, I know I'm attractive. I was told often enough by his friends. But I haven't felt pretty in a long time. And it disgusts me that I needed his validation to feel good about myself." Baby Girl took a deep breath, shaking slightly from the overload of emotions. "Sorry."

Making sure she was looking at him, Bucky leaned his head down and kissed the corner of her mouth. Her skin was soft and warm, and he lingered a moment longer than necessary. "You're beautiful," he murmured, savouring her sweet scent. "Absolutely gorgeous."

Baby Girl stiffened under him, eyes widened with surprise, soft lips parted in exhale. She blinked furiously, grabbing her necklace in a white-knuckled grip—a dainty gold crescent moon with black detailing. "I feel very hot," she croaked.

Indeed, Bucky could hear her heart furiously pumping blood through her veins due to his risky kiss. He bent down and placed another, dangerously closer to her lips than the previous. "Let's cool you down then," he smirked, grabbing her around the waist and launching both of them into the lake.

He lost his hold on her as they submerged in the cool water. Bucky kicked off the bottom and broke the surface, looking around for her. Baby Girl emerged a moment later, mascara lines running down her cheeks and brows creased in a furious frown.

She wiped her face and scoffed, "You absolute ass!" When Bucky laughed at her, she splashed him with a large swell of water, which went into his mouth. He choked and sputtered between laughter, welcoming her gentle abuse with a large smile.

"You said you were hot," he rationalized. "I only wanted to cool you down."

Baby Girl intensified her attack, wading closer until she was on top of him, attempting to submerge his head. "You idiot!" she yelled. "My clothes are all wet!"

"Pity," Bucky sputtered, trying to grab hold of her, but she was relentless in her assault, flailing her limbs in reckless abandon.

"Die!" she shrieked, managing to clamber on top of him. She wrapped her legs around his neck and pushed him under, painfully pulling at his roots in the process.

All this time, Bucky could've easily subdued her. But where was the fun in that? When her legs tightened a smidge too much, and Bucky could no longer breathe, he finally put an end to their little game. He clasped his hand around her ankle and gave a gentle pull. Baby Girl fell from his shoulders with a dramatic scream, and realizing she had far surpassed his patience, began to swim away.

Bucky grabbed her ankle once more, keeping her in place. "You brat," he hissed. "I'll teach you a lesson."

Her panicked laughter brought a large smile to his face. Seeing her happy because of him; after the horrible week she'd had, filled Bucky with indescribable pride.

"No!" she giggled. "No more. I'm tired." In fact, she had stopped swimming and was struggling to stay afloat.

Bucky lifted her into his arms, ignoring her feeble protests. "That's enough games for today," he announced, carrying her dripping body inside.

After drying themselves and changing, they settled in the kitchen for dinner. Baby Girl sat on the island with her head resting on her arms, watching Bucky cook.

"Where did you learn that?" she asked when he expertly chopped onions without looking.

Bucky shrugged. "My Ma taught me the basics when I was little. She said cooking was a survival skill."

The girl smiled. "Smart woman."

"That she was," he sighed. "I learned some more in the army. Then, after I was pardoned, I found all this time on my hands and all these cuisines I wanted to try. YouTube is very handy for that."

"That it is." She walked to his side, watching him saute shrimp for the pasta. "You sure you don't want me to help?"

"Yeah, you sit your pretty ass down and relax."

"Yes, Chef!" Baby Girl saluted, not bothering to sit. She exclaimed in delight when Bucky flipped the pan one-handed.

"Wanna see something cool?" he smirked, grabbing a bottle of Cognac from the pantry. "Step back."

Baby Girl shuffled back, and Bucky poured some Cognac into the saucepan. He was so focused on the task that he didn't notice Baby Girl inch closer. Bucky tilted the pan, letting it catch fire, and a beautiful flame blazed powerfully in front of him. He turned, wanting to see her reaction.

She stepped away with a shout, arms raised to protect her face. The flame fizzled away as quickly as it had ignited, but she was still shaking in fear. She fell against the island counter, sliding to her knees.

Bucky turned off the stove and sank next to her, grabbing her arms. "What's wrong?" he worried. "Are you hurt?"

Eyes shut tight, she shook her head, but she was still trembling. "I'm okay."

Bucky didn't believe her. He lifted her up and set her on the counter, sliding between her spread legs. "Hey," he soothed. "What happened just now?"

She shook her head, eyes still closed. "I don't know, I—" Baby Girl exhaled shakily, trying to calm down. "I wasn't expecting—I thought. I'm scared of fire," she eventually admitted.

Bucky frowned. He vividly remembered the night of the bonfire, where she chased AJ and Cass around the large fire. There was no hint of fear on her face that night, no discomfort or hesitancy. He told her as such.

"I don't know. I think it's because the bonfire was out in the open. It was controlled and didn't feel as dangerous. But indoor fires..." She left the next part unsaid, but Bucky understood.

His flambé trick took her by surprise at such close proximity. For a moment, she was transported to her childhood home to relive that fateful night. Bucky hugged her tight, soothing her with kind words of affirmation. "You're safe now. I won't let anything happen to you."

She clutched tightly onto him, burying her face in his neck, breathing heavily into his ears. "Sometimes I think I was supposed to die that night," she whimpered, making Bucky freeze. "I was supposed to die in that house with my family. But I didn't. I'm scared the past will catch up with me one day to finish what it started."

Bucky held on to her tighter.

"I'm scared I'll find myself in that house again, and no one will be there to push me out the window."

"That won't happen," he promised. "I won't let it."

She briefly said nothing, and Bucky worried he hadn't done enough to reassure her.

"Have you seen the house?" she suddenly asked.

"No," replied Bucky, running his hands through her hair. "But Sam told me it was nearby."

Baby Girl hummed. "It's on the far side of the lake, covered by trees. We shared the lake with the Wilsons. Did you know the house is still there? What's left of it anyway. They fixed the damaged parts and put it up for sale. I found out two years ago."

Bucky pulled away from her, meeting her gaze. "It's been up that long?"

"Longer," she replied. "It went up for sale six years ago, but no one will buy it. Who wants to live in a house where an entire family died?"

Bucky wanted to correct her. "You're not dead," he wanted to shout. "You're not at fault. You deserve so much." 

"If I had the money..." she shook her head and dismissed the thought.

Would she buy the house if she could? he wondered. The home where she grew up and created happy memories with her siblings.

Bucky thought about his house in Brooklyn Heights, which had been turned into a poor excuse of a strip mall. The house where he had sleepovers with Steve. Where Rebecca hosted her friends, and Bucky hid underneath her bed to try and scare them. Where he snuck in his prom date, Dorothy, through his bedroom window when his parents were out of town. The time he and Steve were playing baseball on the street, and Steve hit the ball straight through the front window.

Would he buy that house if he could? If it hadn't been bulldozed? He decided he would. He had the desire, and he sure as hell had the money.

"There's no point in dwelling on the past," he parroted. Occasionally, his new therapist offered advice that Bucky kept close to his heart. "You're alive to see another day. Make the most of it."

Baby Girl smiled softly. "You always know just what to say," she teased. "I will."

Bucky was consoled by her steady heartbeat and easy manner. "It's a god-given talent," he shrugged, instantly rewarded by soft giggles and an unenthusiastic shove at his chest.

Once the adrenaline from the scare dissipated, Bucky finally noticed their proximity. Her thighs were bracketing his, and his arms were caging her body. Their breaths mingled in the air between them.

"You're very modest," Baby Girl croaked, jerking away.

Bucky hastily turned to the stove, turning it on and resuming making dinner. "With good reason," he replied, clearing his throat.

He chastised himself while the shrimps finished cooking. Baby Girl had just gotten out of an abusive relationship. Now was not the time to be sweet on her—hovering so close he could smell her shampoo and the scent of her skin.

Wait. Was she out of an abusive relationship? Baby Girl had emphasized that she was only with Quentin because he threatened Sam, Sarah, and the boys. Except, that was no longer an issue as a plan was underway. Bucky knew it, Sam knew it, but did Quentin? Did Quentin assume that his dismissal from the Wilson Residence a few days prior was a fluke? If Quentin returned thinking he could whisk her away as if she owed him anything, he would be sorely mistaken. Bucky would make sure of it.

But where did that leave them? There was obvious attraction—though Bucky was unsure if it was appropriate to act on, considering the circumstances—and they were legal adults, but the path forward felt very unclear. While Baby Girl hadn't shown any unpleasant reactions to Bucky's past, she hadn't particularly reassured him either that it did not bother her. Was it fair to her to be caught up in his mess, along with her own?

So many questions, and yet the answers felt out of reach. Bucky turned around. Baby girl was sitting on the kitchen table, and she gave Bucky a smile that answered at least one question. 

Did she trust him? Her smile said, "Yes. Yes, she did."

Another day passed like all the others. Had it really been over a week since she arrived in Louisiana? Sam and Sarah were still away on "business," and the boys were still at their sleepover—ridiculous really—she knew it was summer break, but there had to be a limit. She and Bucky were still alone together.

Bucky. His name made her burn with embarrassment. Lately, anything and everything related to him made her temperature rise a few degrees. His smile, his presence, his proximity . His hands holding her tight to his chest. Embarrassment always closely followed such thoughts, though for reasons that deeply ashamed her because never, in the entirety of her relationship with Quentin, did she feel like this. Beautiful, and desired, and wanted, and free . Happy.

She had invested around six to seven years in her on-again, off-again relationship with Quentin Beck and never managed to blush as furiously as she did in the presence of Bucky Barnes. The White Wolf. War hero. Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.

While most girls gushed over Captain America in high school, Baby Girl cut out pictures of his best friend from her textbook and plastered them inside her locker. It was a stupid girl crush, one she quickly outgrew as she matured into a young woman. However, the fascination remained. During the past week, this fascination had transformed from a small, barely there spark to a blazing fire. The gruesome analogy was not lost on her, yet it was the only way to vividly describe her deepening feelings.

Bucky Barnes had lit her heart on fire. And that terrified her. Not because she was afraid of men after her relationship with Quentin, and not because of Bucky's unfortunate past, but because of her unfortunate reality. What did she have to offer a man like Bucky Barnes? She had nothing. No job, no prospects, no backbone with which to confidently regard the world. She had spent six years with an abusive man, and she could have left at any moment—could have gathered the courage to trust her brother Sam to take care of all of them. She hadn't taken the opportunity when presented with it, and there was this man, who hadn't been given any semblance of reprieve, and he was stronger for it.

So, no. While there was obvious attraction between them both, she was not sure it was appropriate to act on. She could never deserve the likes of him.

The path ahead was unclear, but somehow she knew he would be there to guide her. And when he chucked her into the lake that evening, laughing loudly at her temper, she smiled back, hoping her face screamed, "I trust you. I do." 

After an uneventful dinner, Bucky sheepishly announced he had to leave. "I forgot I promised Carlos I'd help with his car."

She raised an unimpressed brow, fixing him with a stern look. He had promised to take her shopping for a new phone, and while she wasn't looking forward to a ride on his death trap, she really wanted her games back. "I didn't know you were a mechanic along with being a war hero."

"I'm not a war hero," he responded mechanically.

The words burst from her lips. "If it weren't for you," she snapped, "Doctor Zola would've been on his merry way to design new techniques to destroy the human race. You stopped him. If that's not heroic, I don't know what is."

"I'm not a war hero," Bucky said again after getting over the initial shock at her outburst.

"But you're a mechanic?"

"I'm not that either," he huffed. "Mr. Thurow needs me to tow his car."

"Excuse me?"

"The company overcharges and always ends up damaging the vehicle. He asked me for a favour."

"Do we have a tow truck?" she asked.

Bucky raised his left hand. "I have a metal arm," he pointed out. "And super strength. I can easily tow a car."

Baby Girl was speechless. "How long will you be?"

Bucky checked his watch. "An hour? Less, if I manage to not get roped into game night."

"Game night? It's a weekday."

"Every night's a game night at the Thurow's," Bucky responded seriously. "We'll get your phone first thing tomorrow morning."

"Promise?" she asked his retreating figure.

"Promise," he replied. "Lock the door, alright? And keep the blinds down."

"Alright, Dad," she retorted, but he had already left.

Baby Girl took a deep breath. This was the first time she had been alone in weeks. She sat down on the couch and closed her eyes. A minute passed, then two, then three. Five minutes later, she opened her eyes and saw only thirty seconds had passed. She groaned from boredom and flopped over the armrest. She was loath to admit that she dearly missed Bucky. There was something in his air and manner of walking that brought peace to her inner turmoil.

She sighed, resorting to cleaning the kitchen, which was not dirty in the least. In the middle of her furiously scrubbing the countertop with a sponge, the landline chimed annoyingly from the other room. "Hello," she answered, twirling the cord with her pinky. "Who's this?"

"Baby Girl!" the jolly voice on the other line bellowed. "I was hoping you'd pick up."

"Sam!" The two talked, catching up on the past few days. It turned out Sam was in Washington. "How's Sarah?" she asked. "Is she enjoying her time away from the boys? They're lovely, but they can be a nuisance."

Sam grumbled something unintelligible under his breath.

"What?"

"She's on a date," he groaned. "Look, I'm happy for her. But I didn't need to see her exchanging spit with a stranger."

"Poor you," she giggled. "And lucky Sarah! Wowza!"

Sam laughed on the other line. "It's great to hear you happy after so long."

"Hmm," Baby Girl hummed, feeling momentarily guilty. "By the way, I thought you and Sarah were going to New Orleans. What are you doing in Washington?"

"He didn't tell you," Sam said with surprise. "I thought he would."

"Tell me what?"

"I know about Quentin," Sam sighed. "I know you're still dating him."

Her breath got stuck in her throat. "He told you?" she asked in disbelief.

"Don't be mad at him," Sam pleaded. "I made him tell me."

There was shuffling on the other end. A loud sniffle.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry you felt like Quentin was the only one you could count on."

"What exactly did Bucky say?" Baby Girl questioned, thinking Sam was too calm about the situation.

"He said Quentin was blackmailing you to stay with him."

Baby Girl sighed. "Is that all? Did he say anything else?"

"Like what?"

"Like... nothing." She realized Bucky had not disclosed any of the more sensitive subject matter. Not the abuse, nor Quentin's impromptu visit. "It's nothing. I'm sorry I kept this from you."

Sam sighed heavily on the other line. "That's in the past. We can only move forward from here on out."

Baby Girl nodded even though Sam couldn't see her. "You have a good friend," she told him. "Bucky's doing a lot to help. He came up with the plan to distract Quentin with "bigger fish," as he put it. Quentin will forget all about me if he finds something more worthwhile. But I'm sure you know all about that."

"He said what? That's not what we planned!" Sam exclaimed. He swore under his breath. "I need to take this call. It's Congress—I'll tell you soon, alright? I'll call you right back."

"Sure," she said, slightly flustered. "I'll be waiting."

Sam ended the call, and she put the receiver down. The second she did, the landline immediately started ringing.

"What took you so long?" she joked with a laugh. "I've been waiting hours for your call."

"You have? I knew you missed me."

Baby Girl felt her heart drop to her stomach. The voice on the other line was not quite as deep, or quite as warm. It was low and raspy, eliciting goosebumps across her arms and bad memories across her skin.

She made to end the call, but his shrill warning stopped her. "You don't want to do that," Quentin hissed.

"What do you want?" she managed to ask between ragged breaths.

"Straight to the point, I see. You've really changed."

"Fuck you!" she seethed. "I asked you a question." She was surprised by her resolve, and so was he.

"What, you're swearing now? That's not the girl I know."

Her body was trembling with adrenaline. "Tell me what you want, or I'll end the call."

She could feel his anger through the line. "I want to talk to you in person."

"Over your dead body!" she yelled.

Quentin was oddly calm with his response. "No, not over mine."

It was so obviously a bait—one she couldn't help but fall for. "What do you mean?"

"It's a shame," he sighed, "that I'm meeting them for the first time under such shit circumstances. They're cute kids. Would've loved New York."

Time seemed to stop.

"Have you boys ever seen the Statue of Liberty? I'll take you once your Aunt comes back home. We can all go together."

There was a muffled noise, then the slam of a door shutting close. It felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over Baby Girl. Her muscles tightened painfully, and she collapsed onto the couch.

"No," she whispered.

Quentin laughed on the other end. "Cat got your tongue?"

Baby Girl closed her eyes, feeling tears of frustration well in the corners. This is why she kept her distance. This is why she wanted to go back to Quentin and back to New York. But she let herself hope in Bucky's presence, let herself believe that she could have a family while keeping her freedom. "You monster," she hissed. "Don't you dare touch them." But there wasn't any heat behind her words, only the bitter taste of defeat.

He tasted it too, and oh, how he reveled in it! Quentin laughed again, low and menacing. "I told you I wouldn't let you leave so easily. Meet me in person if you want to see your dear nephews again. And don't you dare tell anyone," he hissed. "This is between you and me."

Baby Girl ignored his warning and reached into her back pocket to grab her phone and tell Bucky. But her hand came back empty. She didn't have a phone; she didn't even have Bucky's number. And did she really want to risk the boys' lives by going behind Quentin's back? He didn't want them anyway, he only wanted her.

With tears burning her eyes and a fire blazing in her chest, Baby Girl asked, "Where do you want to meet?"

On the other end, Quentin smiled, knowing he had won.

Bucky reached into his back pocket and grabbed his phone. He scrolled through his contacts, realizing too late that he didn't have her number. His face fell, and he sighed deep and slow, garnering the attention of the room. Carlos Thurow had invited some friends for a game of poker and forced Bucky to play a round with them. That was four rounds ago.

"What's got you so down, Sergeant?" Carlos teased. "There a girl waiting for you at home?" The men laughed and cheered, barraging Bucky with questions.

He found himself smiling, and finished his beer in one swig. "I do, actually," he said, grabbing his jacket and walking to the door. "I should get going."

The men cheered him on, and Bucky left feeling light and tingly. It wasn't from the alcohol—Bucky couldn't get drunk anymore—it was her. His Baby Girl.

The walk to Sam's was warm. The stars were out, the sky clear, and the wind blew gently, ruffling the trees around him. Bucky took a deep breath, smelling the ocean air and the earthy trees, listening to the faint sounds of crickets chirping and owls hooting. A night had never been sweeter.

Once at the house, Bucky lightened his footsteps and creeped onto the porch, feeling mischievous and wanting to spook Baby Girl. The living room light was on, and he could see the television playing silently through the thin curtain. Bucky placed a hand on the door, frowning when it creeped open at the slightest touch.

Didn't he tell her to lock the door? And to leave it completely open? Delacroix was a small community inhabited by kind and lawful people, but there was a crazy ex on the loose. He expected Baby Girl to be more careful than that.

Bucky decided he would give her a proper scare for her carelessness and slipped through the entryway. He sneaked into the living room, arms raised like in the movies, and—

She wasn't there. Bucky quickly scanned his surroundings. TV playing, couch pushed askew, the landline dangling from its cord, the edge of the carpet flipped over as if someone had run over it. Bucky rushed to check the rest of the house, the bedrooms, the washroom—he even checked the lake. Nothing.

He went back to the living room, senses dialed to the maximum. There was no sign of a forced entry, and though a scuffle was apparent, there were no prints or marks that indicated there had been another person. Unless they covered their tracks. But then why leave the carpet overturned, the couch askew? Why make it obvious something had happened?

Perhaps Bucky was overthinking, and Baby Girl had run to the store to grab something. She had already proved herself to be impulsive and clumsy. It wouldn't be a huge stretch to believe she forgot to lock the door behind her in a hurry.

Except, she wouldn't have left without her wallet. Bucky bent down to grab her purse from under the coffee table, feeling dread engulf him at the sight. Palms sticky and breaths uneven, he looked around the room once more. This time, he noticed something he hadn't before, a hastily scribbled note peeking out from under the landline.

Bucky snatched the note, careful not to crease it.

"I'm sorry," it began. "I had no choice. He has the boys." 

Bucky's mind began to race with questions. Most namely, "Where?"

It was then that his senses picked up on something new. The faint scent of smoke. Bucky dropped the note and ran out the back, scanning the horizon. There, on the opposite side of the lake, a thick column of smoke billowed from behind the treeline. The beginnings of a large fire. Baby Girl's house was set ablaze, glowing brightly in the dark. Bucky's heart dropped to his stomach, and he ran.

Note: So... I lied. There will need to be another part.

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Game Day

Y'all...... This might be the filthiest thing i have ever ever written 🫣🫣🫣 like omg it's really, so dirty!

Without spoilers this is a dark fic with elements of dub-con and if that makes you uncomfortable please do not engage!

Plot: Bucky shares you with his close friends and you don't know it's happening until it's happening 🎀

Special thanks to @imyourbratzdoll for encouraging me and coming up with some of the filth that features here! Lysm 🖤

You should have known something was amiss when Bucky insisted he choose your outfit for this evening. Even more so that he chose a tiny skirt, barely covering your ass and a sheer white top. He finally finished off the look with your bunny ears and attached a pink collar around your neck.

"Bucky... I only wear this when we have our nights together" you pout and fiddle with the hem of your top. He saunters forward, pinching your chin and tilting your head upwards, meeting your gaze. "Just for tonight baby, don't make a fuss."

You didn't feel better but he ignored your moans and bent you over. "Baby if you don't shut up your whining I'm gonna put this plug in dry ok?" He shot, landing a swat on your ass cheek.

Your whimper died in your throat and he took your silence to be your agreement, continuing to prepare you for the evening.

"I want my bunny ready to use" he said as he worked your holes, satisfied by your soft breaths. "Although.... You're always ready for me aren't you pretty baby?"

"Yes Bucky, always good for you" you moaned as he lubed up your ass and probed his fingers in. Before long you felt the familiar cold steel pressing against your puckered hole.

"Take it all Bunny, relax and take it for me" he hisses as he watches it slide in. He stands you up and smiles at the strained look on your face, eyes already glassy. "That's it bunny, my good girl."

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So you were perched on his lap, plug sitting snugly in your ass, jolting you every so often as he bounced you on his knee.

You were surrounded by Bucky's friends, all of whom had openly approved of your outfit. You blushed and thanked them before heading off to get Bucky's beer from the kitchen.

It was a smaller group than usual today. Only Bucky's closest friends, Steve of course, Sam, Nick and Lee were attending the game night tonight. You were disappointed to find none of them had brought a girl tonight. It was sometimes nice to have some female company when sports facts were being thrown around, but you supposed Bucky might keep you occupied as you headed back into the living room.

"There's my girl" he smiled and pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your hair and running his fingers gently over the plug. You flushed but managed to kiss him back before you were pulled into his lap, to watch the game.

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"Bunny...?" Bucky whispered in your ear and you glanced at him, before watching his hands snake around your waist to rest on your thighs. "What?" You whisper back, smiling a little as he jiggled you around. "I'm bored, wanna play with your pussy."

Your eyes widened and you looked around the room. It didn't seem like anyone heard, but you leaned in closer just in case. "We can't Bucky! Not here!" He looked around and clicked his tongue. "Yeah I guess you're right... I tell you what, go into the room next door and wait for me. I'll come join you in a bit, that way no one will know."

You grinned and giggled quietly at him before nodding. You sat back for a moment before the excitement got to you and you hopped out of his lap and scurried into the other room.

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You figured Bucky would like it if you were on your knees, so you knelt in the middle of the room, undid a few buttons and readjusted your bunny ears.

You heard the guys in the room next door groan as you did. You wondered if there had been a missed goal, although it sounded... Different.

You waited until finally Bucky appeared, and slipped quietly into the room. He stalked over and smiled at you. "Such a good bunny, waiting for me like this." You smiled, pleased he had noticed. "God those guys have no idea what a perfect little fuck bunny I have do they? Wish they could have you huh?"

You giggled as he slipped his thumb in your mouth and you greedily sucked. Your hands quickly moved to his shorts and pulled them down, sucking harder on his thumb as his thick cock sprang free. He stroked himself, occasionally rubbing his precum over your lips and cheeks. "Tell me what you like baby bunny, wanna hear your dirty secrets..."

Thinking it was a little game you listed off your favourite things. Sucking his cock until you choke, when he fucks you like a slut, when he uses his hands on you, you like when he plays with both holes, "choke me, slap me, use me Bucky" you panted as your hands gripped his thigh. You heard another groan from the other room, and Bucky chuckled, hand running through your locks. "All right baby, take your clothes off and show me where you need it..."

You scramble to your feet and shimmy out of your skirt and top. He manhandles you around to check on the plug, wiggling it around and making your whimper. His other hand rakes up your thigh before pressing through your soaked folds. Your knees buckle as he rubs at your heat and moves the plug in tandem. Your moan fills the room and echos a little kn the unusually quiet house.

"Bunny, if someone hears us they'll come in. And if they come in, I ain't sending them away, you hear me?"

Your stomach flips and you nod, hand flying to your mouth as you nibble your fingers. "I'll be quiet promise" you whisper and he nods, resuming his torture.

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What you don't know, is that you are putting on a show for the whole room next door. The remaining men are sitting there, watching Bucky play with you like a doll. They've been waiting for the word, for Bucky to get you prepared for what's to come. He promised them all a turn on his pretty bunny.

He was sick of them eyeing you up, but he also couldn't get the idea of you being used by all of them out of his head. So, with Steve's help he fitted out a room with cameras so they could watch, and film your destruction. It was unbearable waiting for this day, for this moment. But here it was...

"Can't we just go in now?" Lee drawled readjusting himself as he watched Bucky start fucking your throat on the big screen.

"No" snapped Steve, "she's gotta be ready or she'll fight it. We wait now, and we get to do what we like later..."

Lee smiled and cursed as he watched tears track down your pretty face. What he'd do to have to himself...

"Can't fucking believe this is real" Nick muttered, not even trying to hide his arousal, "she's so... Filthy" he said, mostly to himself as Bucky dragged you smiling across the room to rest on your hands and knees right in front of a hidden camera.

"Christ, look at her face... So fucked out already" Sam said, "bet Fowler's never made a girl look like that before" which earned a laugh from the other men and a scowl from Nick. "Fuck off Wilson, bet I can make her squirt before you do."

They continued to bicker and throw bets and money about before Steve cut across them all.

"Get ready... She's almost there."

They all quietened down again as they watched your blissed out face react to Bucky taking you from behind. His hand gripped your hair and pulled your face higher.

"Smile bunny, you're on camera"

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In your fucked out state you didn't really hear what he said, but you smiled and thanked him for fucking you. That was normally what he wanted.

You then felt him pull out and his fingers swirl around your clit before rubbing harshly at your sensitive folds. You couldn't contain the squeal that left your lips, but before you could stop yourself the door clicked open.

You tried to stop, to make Bucky hold back but his hands never stopped as you watched Steve, Sam, Lee, and Nick walk in the room. They looked excited, amused and hungry for you.

Finally Bucky halted his actions, wrapping his arms around your retreating form and leaving you held open for them to see. "Oh dear bunny, I guess they heard you being a little slut didn't they?" You whimpered and tried again to hide your body. "Nu-uh baby girl. Don't be all shy now, when you didn't care before... Told ya, if they come in, they get a go on you. You did this to yourself slutty bunny."

You wanted to sob and scream, but you just sat on the floor as they all towered over you. Your lower half was buzzing and your brain was on a time delay. Surely they were joking?

"Bucky's told us about your mouth Bunny. Why don't you show us how good it is?" Sam reached out and flicked your bunny ears, before trailing a finger down your cheek. You looked to Bucky for help, but all he did was roll his eyes and grab your hair before shoving your face directly towards Sam's crotch.

He was more prepared than you, gripping his dick as you were pushed closer. You opened your mouth on instinct and took him as far as you could. He was longer than Bucky, so it choked you quicker than you were used to.

As you choked and gagged the other men sprung into movement. You saw pants being removed and cocks being pulled into view. You were now in the centre of a very impatient group of guys, all wanting a piece of you.

"Use your hands bunny" a voice commanded and you did as you were told, gripping unknown dicks and stroking as Sam used you for a while longer. "Come on Wilson, don't be a fucking hog" you recognised Lee's voice before you were dragged off Sam and another length was rammed down your throat before you could even blink. Your hands fumbled and your eyes streamed as they used you. Eventually hands drifted down to your throbbing heat. "Fuck she loves it" Steve growled as his fingers sank into your soaking heat. You moaned around a cock and Nick swore loudly as the sensitivity pulsed through him.

"Please, please" you begged as Steve flexed his fingers inside you, your pleasure reaching a new high as your mouth was refilled and hands tweaked at your nipples and pulled your hair. "Don't you fucking dare come Bunny" Bucky's voice cut through the haze, "you haven't done a thing to earn it yet. Lazy sluts don't get to come..."

They all chuckled as you were lifted up like a toy and carried to the couch. You lay on Steve's body, his cock brushing against your soaked heat, and you finally had a good look at them all. They were all gorgeous in their own ways but you still felt like this was wrong, but Bucky said it was your fault?

Bucky leaned over you and pressed a kiss to your lips. Tears stung your eyes but he just laughed before pulling the plug out of your ass. "Made sure she was nice and stretched out for you guys... Don't waste it..." That didn't make sense you thought, but Steve lined up his thick dick and sank into your puckered hole making you wail in pleasure and pain. "Fuck that's nice" he growled in your ear as your pussy was filled by Nick, his hands slapping at your breasts and face. "God what a whore" he muttered as tears leaked down your face.

Bucky leaned over again and licked them away, his hand drifting softly through your hair. "Don't cry silly bunny, you like this don't you? Like being a little slut for me and my pals?" You didn't have time to respond before Lee was climbing upwards and shoving his dick in your face. With a hard pinch from Bucky you opened up and took him all the way, the airtight sensation had you overwhelmed in seconds.

The alternating thrusts and touching had you coming quickly to a high. "Fucking watch this Wilson" Nick muttered before pulling out and thrusting two fingers straight in your cunt, flexing fast. You screamed around Lee's cock as you squirted, Steve groaned underneath as you squeezed him like a vice. "Fuck sake Fowler" growled Lee as he allowed you a moments breath before continuing.

"Not bad Nick" Sam mocked, "for a first try" he chuckled before replacing Nick at your pussy and sinking in. You groaned again, as the thickness made your holes ache. Lee finally pulled away, moaning about showboating assholes and you could take a deep breath as Bucky's two best friends fucked you in tandem. Your boyfriend appeared back at your side, wiping your drool over your face.

"So pretty hmm? You like getting fucked by my friends bunny?" As he spoke Sam and Steve fucked you harder and deeper, making your eyes roll and a string of curses left your lips. "Keep going guys, she's still got miles in her yet." They all laughed again and jeered as Bucky spat on your face and you instinctively licked it up.

"I want her ass" Lee growled, eyeing you impatiently as you bounced up and down. "One sec" Sam grinned before he too, pulled out and sank his fingers in to you. This time you could see your release spray over him, you screamed and cried out, held firm by Steve's strong hands. When you finished he wiped his hand on your face before striding over to Nick and waving his wet hand. "That's how you do it."

You sank to the floor but Lee was on you, pushing your head to the floor with his foot he pressed down until your ass was in the air. He sank into your ass and fucked with abandon, you could feel him spit on you as he did it, making your walls flutter, much to your embarrassment. You wailed and cried, but no one cared, they just continued to use you, swapping places every few minutes until you weren't sure who was using you when.

"Show me my Bunny" you heard Bucky say after a little while of this treatment. You were pushed over to lay on the floor, limbs flopping to either side, your body covered in red marks, spit and sweat. He added a few more of his own before pushing your legs up and folding you in half before sinking his cock in. "We're gonna fill you up, cover you in come, make you swallow it. Whatever we want bunny, then I'll let you rest."

You whined and cried as he pinched your clit hard, before rubbing it and making your legs shake. "Say you want it, tell us you want it..." He growled and you wailed out your need for them. Anything to call time to this game. He gripped your hips and fucked hard, your walls fluttering again as he worked his magic. "Bucky please..." You whimpered and he grinned before rubbing at your clit again. "Come now bunny, come for me..."

Your eyes rolled backwards and your limbs shook as you felt him fill you up with his release. "Atta girl" he groaned before standing up and carrying you over to the sofa again. "She's all yours" he said putting your head on his lap and stroking your hair as they descended upon you once more. Nick wanted your mouth again so he settled in, fucking you fast and hard before he was spilling over your lips and cheek. But you could barely register because Steve was using your abused pussy as his own personal fuck toy, his growls making you weak. He pulls out to come on your stomach as his place is filled by Sam, who fucks in tandem with Lee who is using your mouth. Your hand grips Bucky's who is holding yours as the stimulation drags you closer to another peak.

"So. Fucking. Pretty" Lee growls as he chokes you through his orgasm, making sure you swallow him all down. Your breath shudders as Sam finally finishes, adding his mess to Steve's.

You lay on the sofa, body twitching, limbs throbbing and everything else aching. "Bunny.... Don't forget your manners" Bucky says, stroking his hand through your hair and your lip trembles as you look at them all and croak a "thank you". There's an air of tension in the room, as if they don't want to leave, but Bucky takes back the reins and says casually, "Game must be back on by now? Shall we go and see what the score is?" They all chuckle before pulling their clothes on and heading out of the room.

You lay on his lap, whining and disorientated as he leans over so you are looking at him. He's got the devil in his eye and it makes you swallow hard.

"My turn..."

[sunflowerrosewood]

Take a Bullet For You ~ Mafia! Bucky Barnes

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

On to the one shot! This is a mafia alternative universe

You just moved into the New York area to open your coffee shop under your apartment. You knew it was insane to move into an area where one of the roughest mafia gangs resided. The big mafia leader was named James Barnes nicknamed Bucky the Sniper. You knew all of this but continued to move in and set up shop. You didn’t think he was near. 

While you were moving in, Bucky was watching from across the street with his right hand man, Steve. From what he gathered was that you were just a coffee shop owner but he still was intrigued you picked a shitty neighborhood. You seemed confident even though most of your customers would be his mafia. 

“Why are we watching her?” Steve asked. “She’s not important to what we need done.”

“She’s interesting.” Bucky said. 

“Oh no! Don’t get all lovey dovey on me. She wouldn’t walk two seconds in our direction.” Steve snapped.

You continued to set shop up so you could open in the next few days. You opened the shop two days later and a bulky gruff man was your customer. You figured you’d see sketchy people but not the head of the mafia game. He was wearing all black. Combat boots, leather jacket, tighter jeans. 

“Good morning. How may I help you?” You asked, feeling a bit of nervousness settling in. 

“Just a cup of black coffee with a spoonful of sugar ma’am.” He said as he put a $20 on the counter. 

“Okay let me get your change.”

“Wait. Just keep it. You’re new, arntcha?” The guy said. 

“Just moved in a few days ago. I’m Y/n. You must be Bucky the Sniper?” You said putting two and two together.

“You’re not scared?” He asked. 

“At first. But you haven’t done anything to make me think worse of you.” You mentioned before pouring his cup of coffee. 

“You’re definitely different. Not in a bad way of course.” Bucky said nonchalantly before taking his cup to leave. “I’ll be around Y/n.”

You watched Bucky leave the coffee shop. You knew from this moment that nothing would be the same. You did not think you’d meet the mafia leader so soon but c’est la vie I guess. 

But you did not know that you had infiltrated Bucky’s head. For some reason he couldn’t get your e/c eyes filled with wonder. He couldn’t help it. Something about you attracted him. He would tell the rest of the mafia to protect you. 

You wouldn’t notice this in the week. An opposing mafia team tried to kidnap you but before they could even act, Bucky’s mafia members got rid of them. What did make you question is a guy asked for your number at the shop within the same week and never called back. But Bucky was always your first and last customer. 

It had been a week since this and it was a Thursday night. You were closing up shop when Bucky came in groaning. 

“Oh Bucky, I was wondering when y- what happened to you?” You yelled as you heard a few more gunshots. 

A blonde haired guy and a dark skinned guy came in. They were panting. The blondie looked at you. 

“Do you know first aid?” He asked. 

“I d-do.” You stuttered. 

“Then get to work.” He snapped. 

“Steve, quit scar-scaring her.  Just focus on protecting us.” Bucky coughed. 

“Bucky is right. She knows what to do. That other mafia will be here shortly.” The dark skinned guy snapped. 

“Sam, have any of the others called?” Steve asked. 

You quickly ran to the back to grab the first aid kit. As you ran back, Steve and Sam were outside with a few others. Gunshots rang out as you sat by Bucky’s side. 

“I need to remove your shirt.” You said softly. 

“Already undressing me sweetheart.” Bucky drawled out but took off his shirt. 

“Oh shut it.” You snapped but chuckled a bit. 

“Good. Keep that smile. I’ll be okay with you.” Bucky said as he placed his hand on your thigh. “After this, we are going to finally have that date.” 

“Wh-what?!” You exclaimed before washing his wound. 

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice my affections.” Bucky teased as you pulled the bullet out that was lodged into his side. “Warn me next time!”

“How about not throwing surprises out?” You said as you grabbed the disinfectant. “Okay this will sting.” 

Bucky hissed for a minute as you continued to clean. The gunshots slowed down and finally stopped. You helped Bucky sit up as Steve and Sam came back in. 

“We told the others to go home. Do you want us to stay?” Steve asked. 

“I’ll be better shortly. I still have to discuss some things with Y/n.” Bucky said as Sam cackled. 

“Are you going to quit acting like a lovesick puppy?” Sam cackled. “Hell that bullet was suppose to hit her but you got in the way.”

“What?” You exclaimed. 

“I guess that’s our cue to leave.” Steve said as he was pushing Sam out the door. 

“So when were you going to tell me that?” You questioned as Bucky shakily stood up. He laughed softly as you saw a warm blush appear on his face. 

“I guess I should explain that.” Bucky said. “I was trying not to fall for you. But when I did, the other mafias saw you as a toy or token to me.”

“So you just decided to take the bullet?” 

“Aren’t we forgetting the whole “taking you on a date”? I would take any bullet for you to be safe. I have fallen for you.” Bucky explained as your face flushed with heat. 

Bucky pulled you into his arms and kissed your cheek. You smiled at him and squeezed his neck for a hug.

“After you heal, you can take me on that date anytime.” You said as you felt him squeeze back. 

You felt Bucky chuckle against the hold. You two broke the hug and Bucky began to leave. You felt a piece of paper in your back pocket. It was his number but before you could say anything, Bucky had left. 

[crazyunsexycool]

Is it a crime?

Chapter 7

Pairing: mob boss!Bucky Barnes x mob boss!reader

Word count: 5.7k

warnings: badly written smut, ANGST!, pregnancy tests, pregnancy, mentions of cemetery, Bucky messing shit up,

A/N: I’m slightly sorry for this! Also I’m having problems with links and tagging. For anyone on my current tag list I’m so sorry if you get more than one notification from me for this chapter I have no idea what’s going on with dumblr!!

Series Masterlist

Ch. 6

The rhythmic thump of the music could be felt throughout the building. It was the grand opening of the club and while all of your guests were set up in the VIP section you were still finishing some things up. Truth be told you were slightly nervous. There was no going back and things had been almost too quiet for your liking. But you knew Pierce’s game too well. He would let you have your fun tonight and strike while he thought you would be getting comfortable. So you kept your guard up, especially after Steve had been shot. It had been a whole month since the incident and although the trigger men had been dealt with whoever sent the order was running around free. The red skulls weren’t making big moves either. Just enough to keep Bucky and Sam busy.

A knock at your door has you shifting your focus from your paperwork. You smile when you see the man before you.

“Rocket, you've finally decided to join us.” 

“Yeah Well what can I say? California was treating me right.” He says as he sat down across from you. He had been part of Peter's crew and he was an amazing thief. Although he could be cranky most of the time he was also very sensitive. He was known to go off on anyone that would compare him to a raccoon. But he was short, slightly hairy and had raccoon-like features.

“So I take it the deal is good to go?” 

“Everything is smoothed out with Killmonger. It’s just a matter of giving him the go ahead. Same goes with Everett.” 

“Good. I didn’t want to deal with him, he can be a real pain in the ass.” 

“Maybe it’s the cold weather. Anyway I’m gonna go say hi to the rest of the gang.” He stands up quickly. 

“Wait, I’ll walk out with you,” You say as you get up from your desk.

 Taking the paperwork you had been reading and placing it in a drawer. You smooth out your black dress as you head out of your office with Rocket at your side. He fills you in on his trip as you walk down the hallway but you both stop at the doorway. He heads toward the private section where the rest of the group is and you head toward the vip section. 

The music is deafening once you leave the quiet hall. But opening night has been a success. The vip section is completely booked and the dance floor on the lower level is packed. The lights are low, only the colorful stage lights that seem to dance to the music fill the otherwise dark room. You head toward the booth you know is holding your next possible allies and the people part like the Red Sea for you. The two men you came to see are in a deep discussion, one clean shaven, wearing a Henley and most likely some jeans while his counterpart is in a button down, slacks and has a nicely groomed beard. You smile when you make eye contact. 

“There you are. I was starting to think you forgot about me.” 

“Me forget about you? Come on Drysdale, I know better than that.” You say as you finally stop in front of them. “Barber, are you having a good time?” 

“We are honey, thanks for the invite.” He smiles up at you and it makes you wonder how someone like him ended up in this world. 

Andy Barber and Ransom Drysdale were half brothers and they ruled Boston. Before everything happened your family had deals with theirs. You wanted to negotiate some terms and start working with them again. Andy was the businessman, if you wanted anything to happen you had to get to him and he wasn’t afraid to do the work. Ransom was a bit of a wildcard but he was great with strategies, especially if someone came trying to start trouble. He was more impulsive though he didn’t necessarily like to get his hands dirty. They made a good team.

Ransom stood up, placed his hands around your waist and pulled you into him. He gave you a cocky smirk as he looked down at you. 

“Why don’t you show me that office of yours and we can start the real party.” 

“Drysdale, I have at least three people with guns pointed at you. All I have to do is give them a sign and they’ll shoot, I suggest you let me go.” You say jokingly.

“High risk high reward baby.” He smirked before placing a kiss on your cheek and you laughed as you smacked his chest.  

“Listen gentlemen, enjoy your night. I’ll be back over later and we can discuss terms.” You say loud enough for them to hear.

Andy reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out an envelope. “Here are our conditions.” 

You wink in his direction as you take the envelope before turning and walking away. 

People move out of your way again as you move down to the other side of the vip section. A much rowdier crowd waited for your arrival. You’re swept up in one quick motion and if it wasn’t because you knew who it was, he’d be dead on the floor already. 

“Thor Odinson, put me down.” You said with a laugh.

 He did as you asked but brought you into a hug. He was dressed in a dark t-shirt under a suit jacket and matching slacks. His long blond hair was pulled up into a messy bun and he had the most brilliant smile. 

“How have you been?” His voice somehow still booms over the music. 

“Good, I’m happy you were able to make it.”

Thor grabs his drink off the table and salutes you before finishing it off. “I’m happy to be here and I can’t wait to see what we can do together.” He pulls an envelope out of his jacket and hands it to you. You smile and take it.

“I'll come by later and we can discuss terms, in the meantime enjoy yourself.” You say before wave at his own security, Brunnhilde. 

Thor and his brother Loki, ran Miami. It was a good thing to have them as business partners since they also had some of the best people making their drugs. It was the highest quality and that’s why he was on top of the world. That and as adorable as he looked, Thor was ruthless and no one dared get in his way. 

As much as you wanted to go and join your group in the private area you knew you had to review these possible deals so you head back to your office. You make a mental note to not stay more than half an hour tops, you did want to celebrate. This club was bringing you one step closer to what you wanted to do. 

You weren’t alone for long. There’s a knock on your door before it opens to reveal Bucky. He was dressed in his signature all black suit and button down. You smiled at him but noticed his expression was unusually serious. He looked like a man on a mission. 

“Everything ok?” You ask as you stand to make your way around the desk to lean against it.

His eyes traveled the length of your body, taking in the slit in your dress and the cut of it that revealed some of your cleavage. Bucky caged you in, his cologne was intoxicating. His hands were on either side of you. His expression softened when you smiled up at him but only slightly.

“Not really.” He finally says.

“What’s wrong?” 

“Are you really working with Barber and Drysdale?” 

“Yes, we have some enemies and goals in common. This partnership helps both of those things.” 

He hums as he studies your face. Bucky’s eyes darken as they move from your eyes to your mouth and down to your chest.

“You know with all this red skull bullshit I’ve been so busy I don’t even remember the last time I saw you.” He runs his knuckle back and forth on your cheek before he moves his hand to the back of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. “I was looking forward to spending some time with you tonight. But imagine my disappointment when I have to watch those two idiots out there put their hands on you.” 

You smirk up at him. “My my, someone sounds jealous.” You reply as your hands run up his arms and stop around his neck. There was something about when he got possessive that turned you on. The thrill of him acting out because of it shot straight to your core. “Is that what it is? Did you want all of my attention to yourself? You don’t like it when other men put their hands on me?” You bump your nose against his.

“I’ve decided to break my one rule with you. Guess I’m going to have to remind you who you belong to.” 

You raise an eyebrow but you’re thrilled at the possibility of finally being with Bucky. He takes off his suit jacket and tosses it behind him. Then he grabs your hips and lifts you so that you’re completely seated on the desk. Excitement and need pools between your legs at the heated gaze Bucky sends your way as his hand disappears under the slit of your dress. You part your legs willingly for him and he rips off the panties you had been wearing and pushes your dress up. 

You gasp when you feel his fingers move through your already glistening folds as he gathers your slick.“So wet for me already baby?” He brings his fingers to his mouth and groans as he cleans them off.

“Just as sweet as I remember.” His thumb circles your clit slowly and you moan. “Do you remember how good I made you feel? How good you were for me?” 

“Y-yes, Bucky please.” You beg, your lips against his. “I wanna feel you.” You say before you kiss him and taste yourself on his tongue.

“Don’t you remember? I gotta get you ready first.” 

Bucky pushes one finger in and curses under his breath when he feels you clench around his finger. He takes his time as he begins to pump his finger before adding another and moving a bit faster.

“Oh fuck.” You say as you hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Please, I’m so close.” 

Bucky picks up his pace and flexes his fingers until he finds your g-spot. Your eyes roll back when you hear him whisper in your ear. “Come for me.” You do just as he says as you moan his name. 

You’ve barely come down from your high when you hear the sound of a belt being undone and then a zipper being opened. Subconsciously you lick your lips as Bucky pulls himself out. You forgot how big he truly was, when you look up he’s smirking down at you.

“I swear if you-“ you are interrupted by Bucky sliding his hardened length through your folds, the head of his cock hitting your now sensitive clit. It sends a shiver up and  down your spine every time he does it.

“Are you ready for me?” 

“Yes, fuck me already!” You whine. Your grip on his shoulders tighten as you finally feel him push in. The stretch is delicious and you throw your head back as the pleasure of being with Bucky consumes you. His lips settle on your neck as he kisses and nips at your skin. With his free hand he pulls down the top of your dress. His lips close around your now exposed nipple, his tongue swirling around your pebbled peak. You both groan when he finally bottoms out. “Please move.” You beg after a moment.

“Fuck, just give me a second. It’s been so long since I’ve had you like this.” 

His words hit you square in the chest and the mood shifts from a quick fuck to something deeper. You pull him down for a kiss less driven by possessiveness and more by love and the reality that you can be with each other. Your fingers work quickly to unbutton his shirt before you start kissing his neck and move down to his chest.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You whispered as your hands traveled over his now exposed skin. “I love you.” Your fingers run over some of the exposed scar tissue on his left shoulder and you press delicate kisses on the area.

“I love you too baby.” Bucky says before he rolls his hips. “You feel so good around me, just like I remember.”

He kisses you again not caring that he is ruining your lipstick. It’s all moans and soft touches but the pace he sets is fast and hard. He groans when you clench around his cock. Bucky reaches in between your bodies and begins to circle your clit again and all you can do is tighten your hold on him as he thrusts into you. You kiss and mark his skin while He mumbles sweet praises in your ear as he lays you down completely. You wrap your legs around his waist and you move your hips to meet his thrusts. Bucky cups and kneads your breast before leaving open mouth kisses in your chest.

“You’re so close again baby, I can feel it. Fuck, gripping me so tight. Are you going to be good for me and come one more time?” 

You nod as you feel that familiar coil tighten low in your belly. Your hands are in his hair and you pull harshly causing Bucky to moan. 

“Oh fuck, give me one more baby, come for me.” 

His words send you over the edge, his name on your lips as you feel the rhythm he set falter as he reaches his own high. Both of you are a panting sweaty mess. Bucky rests his forehead against your chest and he feels when you begin to chuckle. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“That’s one way to celebrate a grand opening.” 

Bucky smiles when he looks up at you. He places one last kiss on your chest before standing up and slowly pulling out of you and tucking himself back in his pants. You whine at the loss of his warmth. Bucky offers you his hand to sit you back up and places a kiss on your forehead before walking over to your bathroom and grabbing some tissues to clean you both up. 

“I ruined your makeup and your dress.” He mentions it casually.

“Can you try and not sound so smug about it.” You counter as you try to stand on wobbly legs. It didn’t help that you still had your heels on. Bucky wraps an arm around your waist to steady you. He helps you get to the bathroom. “I brought another outfit. I had a feeling you’d get like this.” 

“Look who’s smug now. But maybe you should stay like this.” He gives you a quick peck. “Let them know you’re taken.” 

You roll your eyes as you clean up your makeup. Bucky leans against the bathroom wall and watches you after getting redressed. After a few minutes you’re all set with another black dress similar to the first one you had. Bucky stands behind you as you make eye contact in the mirror and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. You cup his cheek and smile at him before turning and capturing his lips in a sweet kiss. 

“Do me a favor,” he says as he stands up straighter. 

“Hhmm?” 

“Be careful with Drysdale. He can’t be trusted.” 

“Bucky we’re all mobsters none of us can be trusted.”

“You can trust me.” He pulls you closer to him. “I’d never do anything to hurt you.” 

“I know love, and I do trust you. But this is just business and really I’m working with Barber. He’s good at what he does and I’ve worked with him before. And if they try anything you can do whatever you want to defend my honor.”

“I like the sound of that.” 

You smile up at him. “We should go, everyone will be wondering where we are.”

“Fine. But you owe me a night, just us at the hideout.” 

“I can do that.” You smile at him.

He lets you go and you move out of the bathroom and into your office. You wanted to spend some time with your people and help them celebrate the success of the club. 

“Shit I’ll be right there I have to take this.” Bucky said as he pulled his ringing phone out of his pocket. You nodded and walked out of the office and headed to the private room meant for you and your friends.

They cheer once you walk through the door behind the bar. Sam and Steve get up from their seats, each of them giving you a hug and congratulating you. You order your drink and sit with everyone just talking and enjoying their company. 

One of the side doors opens and one of the security guards that should be posted at the main entrance stands in the doorway. 

“Miss Y/L/N, your last guest is here.” He says and steps out of the way to reveal the last person you wanted to see. 

Dot stands there with her usual curls and what you assume is either a light pink or white dress. Her smile is brilliant as she looks around the room. 

“Oh I’m so happy all of Bucky’s friends are here.” She says as she walks further into the room. “I have some really exciting news.” 

Sam and Steve look at each other before looking at you. Your smile had disappeared and was replaced by a scowl. Everyone in the room knew immediately that whatever happened next wasn’t going to be good.

Bucky was finally able to end the call after what felt like a lifetime. He was ready to relax and help you celebrate your success and the fact that Steve had recovered. But when he got to the private room something was off. Even with the music blasting out on the dance floor this room was quiet. Everyone stood towards the center of the room so he got closer to see what was happening. The last thing he expected was to find Dot there. When he got close enough she saw him and immediately wrapped her arms around his neck.

“There you are honey. I was wondering where you were.” She said in a sickly sweet tone. Her lips were on his before he knew what was happening.

Bucky pulled back and looked in your direction and his heart dropped. He'd never seen you like this and he wasn’t sure what was going through your head. You looked more than annoyed at Dot’s presence, he could see the rage and something else in your eyes. But it wasn’t directed at the blonde, it was directed at him.

“Will you get off of me? What are you even doing here?” Bucky grabbed her hands and pulled them away from him. He looked over at Steve and Sam silently asking what was going on.

Sam shook his head, his expression serious and Steve would barely even look at him. His jaw tense as he stared daggers at Dot.

“Well I knew you would be here with all your friends so I thought what better time to tell everyone the great news.” 

“What news?” What are you talking about?” He was annoyed that Dot was trying to ruin something else for him simply by being there. So her next words caught him completely by surprise.

“The baby.” She held up a sonogram. “Aren’t you excited we’re going to be parents.” 

Bucky froze, there was no way this was real and that it was happening. Dot’s lips were moving but all he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears. When he looked at you he could see you were trying to fight back the tears. He was furious at Dot for setting something like this up. 

“It’s so weird to think that I’m already 10 weeks along.” She placed her hand over her nonexistent baby bump.

“I don’t know what game you’re playing but that kid ain’t mine.” He growled before trying to move towards you to explain. 

You turned your head and said something to Clay and Roque. Just as he was about to reach you Clay stood in his way while you walked out of the room with Jake following you.

“I have to talk to her.” 

“No fucking chance, you and your fiancé need to leave. I suggest you leave before we make you.” 

“Fuck you.” Bucky tells Clay and starts walking by him but doesn’t get far. He gets pulled back instead of pushed. Steve and Sam were the ones to grab him and pull him back.

“Trust me if you want even a sliver of a chance to fix this you’ll leave now.” Steve says before letting go. 

“No, I need to talk to her.” 

“What you need to do is leave.” It was Peter this time who stepped up. 

“Bucky, let's just go honey.”

“Dot, shut up and leave.” Bucky turned back your team and started making his way through them. 

He could see you talking with Barber and Drysdale and motioning for them to follow you. All he wanted was a chance to explain and suddenly his view of you is blocked. Jake was standing in front of him with a murderesque expression on his face. 

“Why are you still here?” Jake asked as he glared at Bucky. 

But Bucky didn’t answer, instead he walked toward the door behind the bar to try and reach you. He didn’t get too far because Jake had pulled him back. Suddenly Bucky’s right fist connects with Jake’s jaw. Jake is quick to grab Bucky by his jacket and he’s ready to hit right back. The rest of the group moves quickly to stop things from getting more out of control.

“I’m not leaving until I talk to Y/N.” 

“Don’t you get it you fucking idiot,” Rocket called out from the other side of the room. “She’s the one who wants you to leave.” 

“If you really care about her you will.” Aisha added. 

Bucky sighed, frustrated as he looked around the room. Not only were your people ready to chop his head off for hurting you but so were Steve and Sam. His shoulders deflated when he realized that they were right, there was no use in trying to talk to you at the moment.

“Tell her that I need to talk to her, please.” He looked at Jake. “It’s not what she thinks.” 

“My job is to have her back, not yours. If you care about her as much as you say you do you’ll figure out a way. I always thought she deserved better anyway.” 

Steve grabbed Bucky before he was able to swing at Jake again. Sam guides Dot out of the room while Steve pushes Bucky in the same direction. 

Dot was more than pleased with the outcome of her little stunt. She couldn’t show it but the look on your face when she had announced it was more than enough to keep her going. She had been worried at first that her being pregnant would ruin her plans but it’s working out in her favor. 

“What are you smiling about?” Sam asks, he had kept his eyes on her the whole time. 

“I can’t be happy that I’m going to have a baby with my soon to be husband?” 

“I don’t know who put you up to this but you better stop.” Bucky snapped at her once the four of them were outside. 

“No one put me up to anything honey. I really am pregnant. I’ll take another pregnancy test if you want just to prove it.” 

“Good, let’s go.” Bucky grabbed her arm and pulled her harshly. 

“Ow Bucky you’re hurting me.” Dot whined as she struggled to keep up. 

“Trust me, you would know what real pain was if I decided to hurt you.” 

Steve and Sam just looked at each other before following. 

It was going to be a long night.

You said your goodbyes to Thor and once he was out of your club the rest of the team gathered in your office. There were flutes of champagne already served and everyone grabbed a drink. 

“Here is to our successful first steps. Thanks to Rocket for securing our partnership with Killmonger and Everett.” You tip your champagne flute towards him. “I’m happy to say that Barber, Drysdale and Odinson have also agreed to work with us. I know for all of you coming to New York and fighting for a place here isn’t necessary but I’m grateful that you’ve decided to have my back so that I can take down the man who took everything from me. These next few weeks and even months aren’t going to be easy but we’ll come out on top. And I reiterate the promise I made to all of you before, that I’ll give you as much as you’ve given me and that I’ll have your back just like you’ve had mine.” You raise your drink. “To us.” 

Everyone whoops and hollers as they clink their glasses together before taking a drink. They talk amongst themselves as you drink your champagne in one go. You turn and sit at your desk and just watch them. It was difficult to celebrate when you had this terrible ache in your chest. Part of you didn’t want to believe what Dot has said, that she was just messing with you but you also knew Bucky had been with other women during those 10 years. You couldn’t blame him,you had been with other men before you thought you could ever return. Maybe it was the fact that you had been together right before that bombshell was dropped. 

“Want to talk about it?” Jake was leaning against the desk, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at you.

“Nothing to talk about.” You wave your hand dismissively. “I just don’t like being blindsided.” 

“Still, it must’ve hurt to hear that. I know if it were me I wouldn’t be ok.” 

“I’m not here for Bucky, I’m here for Pierce. That’s all that I should focus on anyways. That little announcement was just a reminder that my focus was shifting.” 

“Well if you’re sure. I’m here whenever you need me.” He gave you his signature Jake smile.

“Thanks JJ.” 

“Who is the father?” Bucky asked through gritted teeth as he held the fifth positive pregnancy test in his hand. 

“Who else could it be, it’s your baby.” 

“There’s no way that baby is mine, Dot.”

“Well then you do the math because I’m ten weeks along and what did we do ten weeks ago after we left your club?” She raised an eyebrow as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Must I remind you, I can give you all the details but it ends with me being pregnant.”

Bucky crushed the pregnant test in his hand before crossing the room, he was ready to wrap his hands around her throat. Dot was ruining everything for him. He couldn’t get your face out of his head, how hurt you looked. It just added insult to injury considering you had been together for the first time in 10 years and now it’s been ruined. It was all because of Dot, Bucky wasn’t sure what she was playing at but he intended to find out.

 Steve stands between him and Dot. He’d seen that rage before and once bucky got started he wouldn’t stop. 

“Get the fuck out of my way Rogers.” 

“Bucky, think this through will ya?” 

“I am.”

“This isn’t the way to get your answers and you know we don’t hurt women and children. Now did you or did you not sleep with Dot?” 

Bucky looks away from Dot and focuses on his friend. He sighs before turning away. 

“Once.” 

“Finally, was that so hard to admit?” Dot asked from behind Steve.

“You were forgettable at best.” He snapped at her. 

“Ok, Jesus this is childish.” Sam interrupts their back and forth. “So we can agree that Dot is pregnant and the father is unknown.” 

Dot glared at Sam. 

“You’ve proven that you’re pregnant, you can leave now.” Bucky walks to his front door and opens it. 

“Fine, we’ll talk after we tell your parents. I’m sure they’ll be excited to know they’re going to be grandparents.” Dot says as she crosses the living room. “I’ll see you later honey.” She tries to kiss Bucky but he pulls away. 

“How bad was it?” Bucky asks as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. Steve moved quickly and snatched it out of his hand.

“If you think I’m going to let you call her, you're dumber than I thought.” 

“I just need to see her, tell that the baby isn’t mine.” 

“It’s not going to be that simple.” Sam spoke up before sighing. “Y/N walked out so happy, like things were going right for the first time in a long time and then she’s blindsided by this. If she even forgives you, it’s going to take a while.” 

“Fuck.” Bucky runs his hand over his face. He doesn’t know what comes next, he’s unsure of how to fix this. 

“Can at least one of you talk to her, to try and see where her head is at?” 

Steve and Sam look at each other again. They don’t like being stuck in the middle but they’ve known how much you love each other. Especially Steve so he volunteers to talk to you soon before they leave for the night. It’s hard for Bucky, he’s left with nothing but his thoughts and they drive him crazy. 

You’d barely slept, still thinking about the events of the night before. The house was relatively quiet and you assumed everyone was still asleep. Well everyone except Cougar. He sat at the dining room table, his favorite sniper rifle laid on the table as he cleaned it.

“Boss.” He says with a nod. 

“Cougar.” You said as you stopped to watch what he was doing. “Getting ready for target practice or are you going somewhere?” 

“I’m not, but you are.” He stops what he’s doing and looks up at you again. “If you give me another five minutes I’ll be ready.” 

“I wasn’t going anywhere.” 

He raises his eyebrows, silently calling you out. 

“I’m just going to the cemetery.” 

“And I’ll keep my distance, like I always do.” 

“Fine. I’m leaving in 10 minutes with or without you.” You say as you walk towards your study.  

“Good morning, mi niña.” Rosie stops organizing some things on your desk when she sees you walk in. “Would you like some breakfast?” 

“No Rosie, I’m good thanks.” 

You sit at your desk and notice a wooden box sitting there. Rosie pushes it towards you.

“Open it.” 

You unhook the small gold latch on the front and pull on the lid. A pistol sits in the center along with its magazine laid on the red satin covered cushion. The pistol was engraved with an intricate design of flowers and vines. It was familiar to you but you weren’t sure where you had seen it. You grab it and inspect it, turning it around until you find a set of initials. 

“Rosie, did this belong to my mother?” You look at the older woman in disbelief. 

“Yes, the night she died she had given it to Mr. Rogers so that he could take a look at it because it kept jamming on her. He brought it back but your parents had already gone out and well you know the rest.” She sighs as she sits across from you. “You father couldn’t bear to see it and told me to get rid of it. He got it for her on their first wedding anniversary; she never went anywhere without it. I thought that I would give it to you when you took over the business.” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you tried but failed to keep the tears in. 

“I had Mr. Rogers looked at it again this week and he cleaned it and made sure it wouldn’t jam again.”

“It’s beautiful, thank you Rosie. I think I’ll buy a display for it.” You say as you look back down at the gun in your hand. 

“Absolutely not. You have to keep it with you. It’s the one way your mother can protect you now.” 

You looked between the gun and Rosie and sighed. 

“Ok, I’ll use it.” Unlocking and opening the bottom drawer where you kept a spare gun and an over the shoulder holster and just grabbed the holster. You take off the jacket that you were wearing and secure the holster before grabbing the gun and putting it in place. “How does it look?” 

“Like you’re meant to take over all of New York.” 

You smile at her just as Cougar stands in the doorway. 

“The car is ready Boss.” 

“See you in a little bit Rosie.” You wave to her as you head out and head toward the front door. 

“Boss you’ve got company.” Cougar says as you come up behind him. 

“Can we talk?” Steve waves at you from the front steps. 

“This isn’t a good time and I know you know I don’t want to talk about it.”

“He just wants to talk.” 

“I don’t want to hear what he has to say.”

“Otter,” Steve catches your wrist as you walk past him. “Just think about it?” 

“I did, I spent all night thinking about it. You can tell him to leave me the fuck alone. He should focus on his future wife and child.” You spat before walking off. Steve sighs but decides to  walk away. 

You stood in front of your parents' graves. At least they had been laid to rest side by side. That knowledge provided very little comfort but at least it was something. You placed a kiss on your fingertips and then touched your father’s headstone before doing the same to your mother’s headstone. 

“I was wondering when you’d show up.” You say.

You hear a chuckle behind you. “I do things in my time, not yours. This is my city after all.” 

“Not for much longer, Alexander.” 

Ch. 8

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🌭 for the SamBucky ask. Ficlet, if you please.

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🌭 It's Not a Lunch Date

It was ridiculous.

Bucky was being ridiculous.

It wasn't as if he had warned Sam that he was showing up. It wasn't as if Sam couldn't have plans to do something during lunch, have a lunch already prepared.

But here Bucky was.

Walking down the hallway to find Sam in his office with lunch.

Bucky should have talked himself out of this idea. It felt almost embarrassing how much time he took to make the lunch. It felt as if it showed how much time Bucky had on his hands now that he was retired.

But all the same, Bucky was here, knocking on Sam's door.

"Come in," called Sam from inside.

This was Bucky's last chance.

He could disappear now, never to be seen again. Only a whisper about him being awkward in the hallway.

Bucky.

Stepped into Sam's office.

Sam looked tired. A little stressed out. There was this strange juxtaposition of relaxed and strained as Sam smiled at Bucky. As if Sam liked that Bucky visited, but didn't know how to stop thinking.

"Bucky," said Sam as he pushed aside his paperwork, "What are you doing here?"

"Lunch," said Bucky as he lifted the lunchbox up, "I noticed you never bring lunch to work, so I just - I don't know. You don't have to eat it."

"No, please. Bring it over. I could eat," said Sam as he gestured to the seat in front of him, "I need a break."

Bucky reluctantly walked up to the seat.

Stopped.

Bucky took a chance and grabbed the chair, dragging it over to be next to Sam. Sam smiled wider as Bucky sat next to him.

"It's nothing special really," said Bucky as he pulled out the sandwich, the chips, the cut slices of apple, "I can make something better next time."

Sam took out one of the apple slices; Bucky had cut it in a way that made it look like little bunnies.

"This is perfect," whispered Sam softly as he took a bite out of the apple slice before extending the rest to Bucky, "Eat lunch with me, James."

Bucky.

Ate the other half of the apple slice.

Without question.

Without thought.

"Of course, Samuel," murmured Bucky, feeling a bit in a daze.

How could he say no to Sam? No one could. Not when you could have lunch with him. Just. Be around him.

So, Bucky stayed. He let Sam rest his head on his shoulder as they ate.

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Your Eyes Outshine The Town...Chapter 15

Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader

18+ ONLY

Summary: Christmas day shenanigans! You and Bucky enjoy the rest of your Christmas, which may or may not include oral sex on the bike 👀

Warnings: Smut! Fluff, drunk Bucky!

*Tumblr is not letting me add links to the prev or next chapters. Please see the masterlist pinned to my page for the rest of the story!*

Your phone lit up with Sam’s face on the screen. Before answering his video call, you quickly swallowed a large bite of your blueberry waffle. 

“Merry Christmas!” 

“Hey, Merry Christmas,” Sam smiled, but you could still see the worry lines on his forehead. 

You hadn’t spoken much since Bucky had been taken. 

“How are y’all doing?” 

“Fantastic,” you moved to sit in Bucky’s lap so Sam could see him too. 

“Merry Christmas!” Bucky shouted with a smile so big that Sam’s features immediately relaxed. “Can I show him?” 

“Show me what?” Sam questioned. 

“Yes, but be quick, don’t hog him.” You stood, and Bucky jumped up to grab his coat, excitedly telling Sam about the bike downstairs. 

You watched from the kitchen window as Bucky gave Sam a virtual tour of his new machine. He truly was adorable when he let his walls down, when he wasn’t being a grump–which you also found cute. Maybe that was just him. Your adorable grumpy puppy of a man that you would do anything for. 

You were sitting at the table with a cup of hot chocolate when he finally came back inside. 

“Sorry, we got a bit distracted.” Bucky hung his coat up and gave you the phone back. 

You kissed his cheek as you took it. Sam was trying to get the attention of his nephews, who were distracted by a new video game. 

“Y’all better get off that game and say hi to your auntie,” Sarah’s voice came from off-screen, and suddenly the boys were at Sam’s side, waving into the camera. They spared you a quick hello before running back to the game. 

“Is that Yelena?” You asked Sam. 

Sam turned the camera to the side so you could see Yelena. She was sitting cross-legged on the couch with a game controller in her hands and a headset on, Sam’s nephews on either side of her. 

“Merry Christmas!” Yelena shouted without looking away from the game. 

“Wow,” you chuckled. “Looks like Sarah has her hands full.” 

“Very, but you guys are still coming in a few days, right?” 

You nodded, “we’re going to see Bucky’s family tomorrow; we’ll fly in after that.”

You looked up; Bucky was pacing by the door, trying not to look as impatient as he felt. 

“Sam, I gotta go. Bucky wants to play with his new toy.” 

“Please tell me you’re talking about the motorcycle.” 

“Mostly,” you grinned. 

**

The motorcycle zipped through the city, and you held on tightly to Bucky’s waist. He was having too much fun, going too fast, weaving in and out of traffic. He was showing off; that’s what it was. It was cute. You pushed your body closer to his, wishing you could feel the worn leather of his jacket on your cheek. 

You didn’t pay attention to where he was going; you closed your eyes and counted his breaths, tried to listen to the pattern of his heart, and tried to feel the blood pumping through his veins. When he stopped suddenly, you opened your eyes. You were surrounded by trees, and Bucky was pulling his helmet off. 

“Where are we?” You took off your helmet, shaking out your curls. 

“Just a little pit stop. Hop off.” 

You stretched for just a second before Bucky had picked you up in his strong arms. 

“Had to stop to tell you how perfect this is, how perfect this whole Christmas has been.” Bucky placed gentle kisses on your eyelids before seeking out your lips. “No one’s ever done anything like this for me–ever cared so damn much.” 

His hand was tangled in your hair, and you didn’t have the heart to complain; you let him have it, kissing him back because there were no words left to say. 

Bucky sat you on the bike, your back facing the handlebars as he started quickly unbuttoning your pants. 

“What are you doing?” You asked, half laughing. 

But Bucky wasn’t playing around, you yelped as he pulled your jeans down, and your ass made contact with the cold leather. 

“You gonna let me show you how much I appreciate you?” Bucky was already kissing up your thighs, not waiting for an answer. 

“Fuck–anyone could see us, Buck.” Despite your hesitation, you gripped his short hair in an attempt to pull him closer. 

“I thought you liked that?” Bucky questioned as he moved your underwear to the side. 

“God damn, I’ve created a monster,” you groaned and relaxed as much as you could. 

The cold winter air was no match for the warmth of his wet tongue. Heat erupted in every place he touched, burning through you until the chill was long forgotten. And all you could think about was how he was fucking you better with his tongue than some men had ever fucked you–period. 

“Please, give me more, Buck.” Your lips spoke without your permission; how could you possibly handle more?

But Bucky obliged, gently sliding two thick fingers inside you. “Think you can handle three baby girl?” 

His warm breath washed over your clit with each word he panted out, and if he wasn’t so damn strong, you would have knocked the bike over by now. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Bucky chuckled before sliding a third finger in and picking up his pace. 

He found the spot that made your eyes roll back in your head with ease and your toes curled in your leather boots.  

“That’s it, give it to me,” Bucky didn’t meet your watering eyes; his hungry gaze was trained on where his fingers were disappearing inside you. 

You swore his voice dropped an octave, and you couldn’t ignore his command even if you wanted to. His teeth ever so lightly drug across your clit before he soothed it with his tongue, and you came apart for him–nearly sobbing when he praised you for it.

And that was just the first one.

You had no idea how Bucky managed to hold you steady, keep the bike from falling over, and give you some of the best orgasms of your life. But he didn’t let up until your thighs were shaking and you were trying to push him away. 

“What’s the matter? That was only three; you know I appreciate you way more than that.” Bucky tried to lean back in, but you pushed his chest hard with your foot. 

“Trust me, I’m well aware.” You hopped off the bike before Bucky could protest and nearly fell to the ground on your shaky legs. “You can continue appreciating me with a heater and blankets at home.” 

“Sorry,” Bucky smiled sheepishly and opened his arms wide for you to burrow into. 

You slid your arms under his jacket and laughed against his chest when he zipped it up, keeping you trapped against him. 

Bucky rested his cheek on your head, holding you closer. During moments like these, he still felt like he was dreaming. You only saw him. Not some idealized version from the 40s like Steve always saw, not an unstable psycho like Sam had seen before they were friends. You saw him, all the good and bad, and you loved him more fiercely than anyone he had ever known. To have someone who knew the worst things about him, who saw the scars and the damage, all the broken pieces, and never once flinched away was hard for him to process. He couldn’t help the laugh that erupted from his chest at the absurdity of it all. 

“What’s so funny?” You tilted your head up to look at him. 

“I was just thinking about if Steve were still here…I’m not so sure you guys would get along.”

“Why? Because I’m defiling his precious Brooklyn baby?” 

Bucky snorted out a laugh, “I hadn’t considered that, but yeah, that wouldn’t help. Honestly, I think you guys would fight over who loved me more.” 

“Don’t flatter yourself too much,” you fake gagged and rolled your eyes hard. 

Bucky squeezed you tighter when you tried to pull away. “No, seriously. I always felt guilty about how much Steve did for me. I know it was partially motivated by his own guilt over what happened to me.” 

Bucky paused, remembering the cold wind cutting through his worn coat as he stood on that snowy mountaintop next to Steve. The fear still felt fresh if he allowed it in—it was hard fearing for his friend who had always been reckless but now seemed to be doubly so. The fact that he had the body of a superhero didn’t make Bucky worry any less. He would have followed Steve anywhere.

 He wasn’t sure why these memories were resurfacing, but now that he was talking, he couldn’t stop. “For a while, I thought he did it because he loved me. He would come visit me in Wakanda, and I always let myself hope that each visit would be the one. He’d finally stay, and we’d try–you know, that’s all I wanted. Just to try.” 

“He’s the only other person you’ve ever loved, isn’t he?” 

Bucky frowned at the uncertainty in your hushed voice. He cleared his throat, pushing thoughts of Steve far from his mind. “Well, yes, but I didn’t have much opportunity, did I? Plus,” Bucky hurried on before you could interrupt. “At the time, I thought him turning on his friends, and basically the entire US government for me, was romantic. But then you come along and try to take on an entire mob and an unmasked super villain by yourself just so I could enjoy my Christmas? Yeah, Steve would hate you simply for being more dramatic than him.” 

“I think you have a type, Barnes,” you chuckled quietly and pulled out of his embrace. “Let’s go home? I’m freezing.” 

“Sure thing, my love,” Bucky smiled and kissed your nose before letting you out of the cocoon he had created. “Here, take my jacket too.” 

“You’ll freeze.” You shook your head as Bucky slipped the leather jacket off. 

“You can warm me up when we get home.” 

You took the jacket, smiling at his playful smirk. As you wrapped your arms around his waist, Bucky couldn’t help but smile. He found himself going a little faster than necessary, making sharper turns than he usually would have just to feel you squeeze him tighter. 

**

Once you finally got Bucky off the bike and back at the apartment, you had spent the rest of the day cooking, singing and dancing to Christmas songs, and drinking–a lot. Gifts from Shuri had shown up halfway through the day, one of which was an Asgardian ale that she claimed would get Bucky drunk. You were delighted when after one glass, his cheeks turned rosy and his eyes a bit hazy. Now you wouldn’t have to drink alone, you downed your glass of wine and encouraged Bucky to have another drink.

**

“I feel good. Do you feel good?” Bucky asked for the third time as he laid his head in your lap. 

“Yes,” you giggled, taking the empty glass out of his hand. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Bucky turned his head to look up at you, clueless about what you had asked. 

“Smash or pass?” You repeated, exasperated. “Thor. What’s your answer?” 

Bucky hummed thoughtfully for just a moment. “Smash.” 

“Same.” You tilted your head when Bucky scoffed at your answer. “What’s so funny about that?” 

“Well, I mean–I think I can take it. You’re just a feeble human–he’d break you in half.”

“Wow,” you shook your head, not able to think of anything else to say in response. 

“I miss my goats,” Bucky pouted, curling more around you. 

You barely had time to register what he had said before he stood up, nearly falling over in his haste. 

“Where are you going?” 

“We gotta go see the goats.” 

“Bucky,” you stumbled over your own feet, trying to get to him. “They’re not here.” 

“They’re lonely without me.” Bucky pushed your hand off his shoulder, he was trying to give you a matter-of-fact look, but his eyes were too droopy. 

You snickered, and soon you were both on the floor in a fit of laughter. 

“Stop, my face hurts!” Bucky put his hand over your mouth to stop your giggles. He tried to take deep breaths to control his own uncontrollable laughter, but it just kept coming out. 

“I can’t–I can’t,” you closed your eyes, trying your best to stop. “Okay, think of something serious.” You took a deep breath. 

“Serious–no, I don’t want to be serious.” 

You turned on your side to face him. “Good, me neither. Let’s go get some ice cream!” 

**

“It’s so fucking cold!” You squealed as you took another bite of your chocolate ice cream. 

Bucky had his arm wrapped around you, his ice cream cone half gone. “Well, who gets ice cream when it’s snowing outside?” 

You shrugged, taking another large bite and shivering. The streets were nearly empty; no one else was out walking around in the snow on Christmas. 

“Holy shit,” Bucky paused in his tracks, handing you his ice cream cone. “Hold this.” 

“Buck–what are you–don’t do that!” You watched helplessly, your hands full of ice cream, as Bucky clumsily tried to climb up the ledge of a building. His sights were set on a fat pigeon blinking down at him. 

“Shh! You’ll scare him!” 

When Bucky almost fell, you ditched the ice cream and went to pull him down. “What the hell are you doing?” 

Bucky shrugged you off, stretching again toward the bird and, to your surprise, catching it before it flew off. 

“Ha! Look!” He quickly turned around, shoving the bird towards your face. 

“Gross! Don’t do that!” You jumped back. 

“Take a picture for Sam!”

“Why?!” You continued backing away from him. 

“Because! Look—” Bucky posed the bird near his face and gave you a dopey smile. “Me and Sam, best friends.” 

“Bucky–” you tried to hide your smile, not wanting to egg him on. “Please let the bird go; that is so gross.” 

“Fine, you’re no fun.” Bucky reluctantly released the bird and reached for your hand. 

“Hell no, you are not touching me after that.” 

You groaned when he gave you a challenging look. “Fuck you,” you muttered before you took off, running as fast as your drunk legs would take you.

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Drama

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

They were all in the community room when they got the notification.

It was another one of those fun days. There wasn't any work and Elizabeth had spent the morning baking so there were chocolate chip cookies and vanilla cupcakes. There were cans of opened soda everywhere and even some of the younger Avengers they almost never saw like Peter, Kamala, and Riri were there, with MJ and Ned.

They were playing mostly board games, with Star Wars running on the TV in case someone just wanted to watch something.

Penny was playing candy land with Elijah, Rhodey, and Sam. Elizabeth was laughing as she played shoots and ladders with Trang, Katya, and Violetta. Natasha, Steve, Vision, and Ahni were playing Mouse Trap. Both Pietro and Bucky had accidentally broken the hungry hungry hippo set so they were playing Go Fish! together with Kamala and Loki.

Thor was confusedly trying to playing cooties with Tony, Lan, and MJ. Meanwhile, Bruce, Clint, Stephen, T'Challa, and Ghaida were playing a very serious game of Jenga. Of course, this version of Jenga was stacked very high, nearly all the way to their heads with heavy wooden blocks. Wanda was sitting nearby to use her powers to protect anyone nearby if the tower came crashing down.

Mai, Shang-Chi, Sif, and Carol were playing BS together. Kate, Josh, Hogun, Fandral, Volstagg, and Riri were playing UNO. And then Peter and Ned were playing battleship while also watching the Star Wars movie that was up.

"THAT'S SHIT!" Carol shouted as Sif managed to win the game. "THERE IS NO WAY!"

Ghaida danced around the leaning tower of wooden blocks, tapping each one.

Elizabeth munched on a chocolate chip cookie while Steve watched her, waiting for his turn, and wondering if he could lather her in vanilla frosting and lick it off later.

"Mr. Stark." F.R.I.D.A.Y. suddenly asked and the room quieted down a little. They were all apprehensive, sure that Fury would be trying to call them into a mission. "There is a Jay Tao here wanting to talk to Trang Tien."

"What!" Trang yelped, knocking off the pieces on the board.

"What is he doing here?" Elizabeth asked, sitting up, looking over at Ghaida who had paused in taking out a brick.

Ghaida was quiet and then winced, "Um, he's here to take Trang back to Vietnam with him."

"Why?" Tony asked in a harsh voice.

"So should I send him up?" F.R.I.D.A.Y. asked before Ghaida could answer.

"Fine." Tony snapped.

Elizabeth got up, going over to where she was taking more cupcakes out of the oven and started to decorate them. Bucky quickly joined her. Steve decided that meant he could join too and hurried to their sides.

Penny waited and watched as not only Trangs' soulmate, but also Sharon Carter came into the room. Sharon had a hint of amusement in her eyes as she snagged one of the cookies and then sat in a corner of the room. Jay on the other hand, looking extremely angry.

"What is this?" Jay shouted, ignoring the rest of them, looking only at Trang.

Trang was on her feet in seconds, taking the newspaper from Jay. She looked at it for a moment and then sighed, "Jay you knew I was-"

"I didn't know you were with the entire fucking team!"

Penny noticed that his accent was gone. She remembered how heavy it had been when she had gone with the team to confront the Vietnamese army for invading Cambodia. It had been just as thick as the ones who didn't know any English. But now it was gone, only as thick as Trangs'- which was pretty light.

Ghaida placed the brick on top of the Jenga tower and Clint started to look for his next move. Peter turned the Star Wars movie up a little.

"It wasn't the entire team." Trang scoffed.

"So how many?" Jay scoffed right back, pointing his finger at the paper. "Three? Six? Twelve? Your best fucking friend is sleeping with the entire fucking team-"

"Oi." Elijah said in a dangerous tone, getting up now as well. "Jay-"

"What kind of man lets his soulmate whore-"

Elijah shoved Jay up against the wall and hissed something at him under his breath before letting the Vietnamese man go.

Jay shrugged him off and then said, "You're coming back home with me to Vietnam."

Penny glanced over at Trang and surprisingly, it was Elizabeth who spoke up. "She can't yet."

Jay glared at her so ferociously that Elijah's hair started to flame and Bucky looked like he was going to strangle the Vietnamese man with the icing bag. "And why not?"

"She has a contract with the Avengers." Elizabeth said, not even looking at the man as she carefully decorated each cupcake, reaching for the chocolate icing as she ran out of vanilla. Penny smirked as she saw Steve slip an entire jar of white icing into his pocket. "She can leave in a year, but not now."

"Do you understand what I'm facing?" Jay asked angrily. "First off, my girlfriend shows up with the Avengers, interfering in something that should never have been interfered with in the first place. Army relations in other countries are none of your business. And then it turns out that my soulmate is part of this. . . this. . . debauchery! My Captain is this close to dishonorably discharging me from the service."

"I'm sorry." Trang said. "Jay, you know I would never do anything to hurt you or get you in trouble. The minute the contract is done I'll come back to Vietnam with you, I swear."

Penny winced and looked over to see Tony looked like he had been slapped across the face. He turned swiftly on his heel and left the room. Loki hesitated and then quickly went after him. Stephen on the other hand, stayed where he was, frowning slightly.

"I'm going to be staying in the United States for the time being." Jay said, still angry. "I've got an apartment. You'll move in. That's allowed, right?" He shot at Elizabeth's back.

Steve flinched a little as Bucky squeezed the icing tube to tightly that icing sprayed across Steve's face. Elizabeth barely glanced at Jay. "Of course. As long as she's close enough to suit up for missions." She proceeded to pull Steve's face down and kiss the frosting off him, right in front of Jay. Penny tucked her lips to hide her smile and saw Kat and Vi were both smirking as well.

"Let's go." Jay said, looking at Trang and then looking around the living room. "Clearly you're not working today."

"Sure, I'll meet you in the lobby. I have to pack." Trang whispered softly, holding her arm awkwardly. Penny's smile slipped off her face.

"I'll take him down." Sharon offered, standing.

"I'll take him down." Stephen interjected, standing up and putting his hands in his pockets. He gestured to the elevator. "After you."

Once they were gone, Elizabeth finally paid attention, "Trang, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Trang replied, sighing. She glanced at Elizabeth and apparently Elizabeth understood, because she moved away from the super soldiers and slipped out of the room.

The Ohioans quickly converged around her, hugging her. Penny hugged her tightly as well. She could tell Trang was close to tears.

"You don't have to go." Clint said softly.

"I do." Trang said, breath hitching slightly in her throat but she smiled. "You guys are lucky to have soulmates who want to do this too. I'm just glad I got a little time."

Penny glanced over and saw Riri looked ecstatic. Penny felt bad for both Trang and Tony. She could only imagine Riri pouncing all over Tony the minute Trang was gone.

"See you guys later." Trang muttered and left the room.

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Trang headed down to the lab. She would have to make the visit short and she was sure she was going to end up crying, which was something she didn't want Jay to know she had done. She didn't want him to know she was actually upset about leaving all of this, leaving Tony. It wasn't fair to him, for him to know that she loved someone else.

She walked into the lab and found Tony and Loki there. Loki looked up and stepped back, letting Trang have the field.

"I'm sorry." Trang whispered. She knew he was going to be harsh because that was how he protected himself. So she ran her words out of her mouth as quickly as she could, hoping she could make him understand before he said something hurtful that would crush her soul and leave her in pieces that Jay would never be able to pick up.

"It's not that I don't love you Tony, if I could stay here I would. But I can't just disobey my soulmate either. He's still my life partner, he's still the one that I'm mated to for the rest of my life. I can't change it. And I'm so sorry. I know. . ." Her voice cracked and she quickly cleared her throat and said, "I love you so fucking much. I wanted. . . I wanted everything with you. I never wanted a child until I met you, I never knew love until I met, I never knew the things I wanted until I loved you. And just because I'm leaving doesn't mean I still don't want all of that with you and Loki and Stephen. But I can't. It's not in the cards for me. The others, they're lucky. They get soulmates that want this as well. But my culture? The Vietnamese one? It's soulmates and if you deviate from that it's more than a sin. It's almost a crime. I can't not leave with him. And I'm sorry."

She turned because she didn't want to see Tony's face. She didn't want to hear his words. There was nothing that he could say that would make this better, nothing he could do. Money wouldn't get him what he wanted this time.

And if he said something hurtful, it would break her. She had never meant to love him so deeply. And if he said that he loved her too, wanted all of that with her too, it would still hurt her, because she would never get it. It was a pipe dream.

A hand caught hers, spinning her back around so that Tony could crash his lips against hers. He was crying and it started her own waterworks, so that their tears clashed with each other.

"I love you too." Tony whispered. "I promise I'll never make you cross the lines again. I promise that Trang." He pulled back running a finger over her cheek to wipe her tears. "Just. . . be happy, okay?"

Trang couldn't say anything because she would cry again. And so she just smiled, pulling away from him slowly. She walked backwards a few steps, then turned and full out ran back to the doors that would lead to the lobby.

Elizabeth was waiting there with her suitcase.

"Don't cry." Trang warned her. "Or I'll cry too."

"It'll work out Trang." Elizabeth said seriously. "Somehow it all will. Because you deserve happiness."

"Well," Trang said softly, lifting the handle. "I will have it. I'll just have to find it with my soulmate. Like it was always intended."

Elizabeth scoffed. "Yeah. I'll believe that when Elijah starts shooting ice out of his hands and I start breathing fire. Destiny doesn't write us. We write our destiny."

"Look at you." Trang smirked, opening the lobby doors and saw Jay looked up at her. Stephen was just leaving, going a different way. "Trying to start writing poetry again?"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "No. Just trying to cheer up a friend. I'll see you around ugly."

"See you around ugly." Trang smirked and then went to join her soulmate.

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Eat, sleep, Bucky, repeat 18+

*Authors note~ happy birthday @prettymalfoy , I hope you have a good day and here’s my half decent attempt at mxm smut. Bucky and Steve stans go flood their page. The is the only male on male I’ll ever write*

Trigger warnings ~ male on male smut pervy nerdy steve bulky bucky water polo photography masturbation nervous steve blow job daddy kink, future smut implied, praise kink

Prompt~ my dumb ass brain when I watched polo with @prettymalfoy

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Water polo is one of the many sports that have strong physical demands, so it only makes sense that Bucky as he calls himself would be named captain. His competitive nature made his training drills one of the more demanding ones in the surrounding areas. His physical stamina is that to be admired, and all the girls swoon when they see him leaving the pool after training, dripping wet and his speedos showing off just what he had to offer.

For Steve, it wasn’t just the speedo, although he did love that, it was the way droplets of water dropped down his chiselled pecks. Or the way his arm muscles ripped as he flexed his arm. Hell, even his height has Steve shivering with need. Yet Bucky didn’t even know Steve existed. Of course that was until the shy nerdy guy got himself the position of team photographer and social media lead for sport.

Every game, every training session, Steve was there ready and waiting, camera poised as he sat on the side of the pool, to get the perfect photos, it just so happened the captain of the team was in every single photo. Steve was there for every win draw and loss, knowing even now the captain was too busy to know of his existence. It hurt for a while, but then Steve remembered if he couldn’t have the real thing, he always had the photos of Bucky in action, just the right photos that could help him find bliss. No one had to know, no one should’ve found out, a one time think he promised himself only be to so very mistaken.

The game had long since finished by now, the teams having changed and dispersed, a bad game by any standard. The other team were ruthless but then again the were the Hydras who were the next best competitors compared to the Agengers. Steve had gathered his camera and tripod and made sure to save the photos to a memory stick, just in case, before he gathered the rest of his items and walked to the changing rooms.

The plan was to go back to his room in his flat, but the problem was fair to noticeable to make it home. So he snuck off to the empty shower rooms and decided to take a quick shower, thankfully he had his just incase towel so there was no issue. While waiting for the shower to warm up he decided to look at his photos from todays game before undressing and doing what needed to be done and heading home.

In his personal favourite photo he’d snapped, Bucky was there, his big muscled frame taking up most of the lens as he towered over one of the Hydra swimmers. Droplets of water clearly visible on his slightly tanned abs as he leapt up to defend his team and goal. The pure look of determination was enough to have Steve quivering, his now raging hard on becoming a problem. So of course, he put the camera down and stripped bare letting the water cascade down his own body.

Soon enough his thoughts drifted to the captain as his hand trailed down his own less defined abs. He couldn’t help but want to be pinned underneath Bucky or even have his raw power being Steve as Bucky brought him to the edge again and again until Steve was crying and pleading for Bucky to let him cum. Oh how pathetic he would happy be for him. By now Steve was too far gone in the feeling of his own small hand on his shaft imagining it was the dark headed captains playing with his cock to even hear the door to the changing rooms open.

“Daddy” a breathily whimper hit Bucky’s ears, being captain had caused him to need to check on Sam. After a nasty hit to the face by draykov on the Hydra team he had been taken from the game on injury. Thankfully, Sam was doing okay and had even left the pool now leaving Bucky to think he was alone. “B-B-ucky” Steve whined out gaining his attention and effectively leading him to the smaller bloke.

Peering into the showers, it was clear what was happening, and suddenly his restraint was gone. “Stevie, what are you doing?” He bellowed in hopes of scaring the other man slightly. “N-nothin” he muttered frozen on the spot. How had he been caught? Oh god the camera was out there. “Nothing? Hmm open the door Stevie, let me see because this camera is rather convincing me otherwise” the darker haired man taunted causing Steve to fling the door open, exposing his raging hard on. “It’s not what it looks like!”

“Is it not? Poor Stevie. Shoulda asked daddy to help you Stevie” and with that Bucky joined the other in the stall. “What were you doing Stevie? Show me” he murmured into his ear. On instinct that’s exactly what happened, Steve’s hand soon found its place on his dick as he tugged and rubbed in anyway he could. “Oh Stevie, you can’t do it right huh? Do you need daddy to do it?” With a nod in response Bucky dropped to his strong knees and immediately took the reddened tip into his mouth.

“Oh fuck daddy please wanted you so long” he moaned louder as buck took his full length, slightly gagging around him for effect. It didn’t take long with Buckys skill and how close Steve was for him to spurt ropes of cum down the captains throat, almost embarrassing himself with how much cum he had let go. “I’m sorry Bucky! I’m so-“ steve started to be cut off with a passionate kiss, bucks strong arms on either side of his head as he was forced to taste himself on the other mans tongue. “You were so good for me Stevie. A good boy. But now daddy has a big problem. And you’re gonna fix it like daddy’s good slutty puppy aren’t you? Wanted to make you mine for sp long. My needy needy pup.”

Taking the cue Steve now slipped on his knees and gently took the huge cock in his hands and kissed the precum off the tip. “Good boy Stevie” Bucky praised causing a happy noise to be released by Steve. Inch by inch Steve slowly took the cock into his mouth as he coughed and spluttered around it, desperately trying to please his crush. Strong hands found their way to grip on his hair and guide him into a rhythm that Bucky wanted. “Such a good boy letting daddy fuck that pretty hole. Next time Stevie I want that other pretty hole wrapped around my dick, you’d feel so tight for me wouldnt you? I bet you are so tight you can’t even manage to take all of daddy. But that’s okay we can work you up can’t we? A pretty puppy that’s now daddy’s. I don’t share Stevie boy, you’re mine now.”

After a while Steve’s knees hurt and is jaw was sore yet he didn’t stop bobbing his head up and down until Bucky rewarded him with a treat. “Take your treat puppy, such a good boy deserves daddy’s special treats so don’t waste it darling, cleaver boy aren’t you? You did so well for me” he praised before helping Steve up to get showered. “Bucky?” Steve whispered, “is this- was this?” The words seemed to be stuck in the lads throat. “I’ve had a taste of my sweet boy, now I’m never letting you go Stevie.”

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Lieutenant Rogers - pt 3

Holding Onto the Past; Letting Go of the Future

pairings: romantic!neil ‘omaha’ vikander x rogers!reader, platonic!dagger squad x rogers!reader, plantonic!sam wilson x rogers!reader, platonic!bucky barnes x rogers!reader  

characters: y/n rogers, neil vikander, the entire dagger squad (admirals and captain included), sam wilson, bucky barnes, john walker, lemar hoskins, misc. characters from both universes

series warnings: language, blood, fighting, sexual inuendoes, john walker, cannon dangers, cannon deaths, suggestive themes, the blip, talks of abandonment, if i miss any please let me know

word count: ~3.7k

a/n: if you couldn’t already tell, i’m OBSESSED with crossovers. reader is the daughter of steve rogers, and has the super soldier serum as well

sources: Top Gun: Maverick (2022) , The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (2021)

series summary: 13 pilots were called back to Top Gun in 2023. at the same time, Lieutenant Rogers learns that her father’s shield was passed down to John Walker.

chapter summary: after a pretty rough start, maverick takes the aviators to the beach for a team building exercise. star and omaha invite the squad over for the night. after a quick heart-to-heart with rooster, star has to watch the world forget her father.

pt 1  pt 2  pt 4  pt 5  pt 6

************ *The Next Day*

“Hey, Mav wants us at the beach today. Behind the hard deck.” You stepped out of the bathroom, toothbrush hanging out of your mouth, “What, why?” 

Neil shrugged, “I don’t, probably has something to do with what happened yesterday.” You rolled your eyes, “Hangman’s big mouth. I’m gonna punch him.” Omaha laughed, “He said dress comfortably.” 

You spit out your toothpaste, “What do you have planned, Mav?”

******

Well you definitely weren’t expecting a football game to be on your agenda for a Saturday evening, but here you were.

“I told you to wear shorts, Babe. Do you know how uncomfortable those pants are gonna be on the ride home?” You asked as you slipped your cut off t-shirt over your head and laid it on the table with your other stuff. 

Omaha smirked and pulled his shirt off as well, “Then I guess I’ll just have to take them off then.” He winked before putting his sunglasses back on and jogging down the beach. You shared a look with Penny, you both rolling your eyes before you followed him.

******

You caught the ball thrown to you and took off running, dodging the hands trying to get you. Hangman barely missed you as you passed him. “Nice try Bagman, better luck next time!” You crossed into the ‘endzone’. “Let’s go!” You cheered and tossed the ball back to Rooster.

In the next play, you were keeping an eye on Jake. As soon as he caught it you were chasing him. “Shit!” He laughed and ran as fast as he could. 

You tackled him into the ground, laughing as you rolled off of him. “Damn, I forget how strong you actually are.” You chuckled as you sat up, resting your arms on your bent knees.

He held a hand out to you, “You tired?” Taking his hand, he pulled you up and you dusted the sand off. 

You shook your head, “I can do this all day.” He arched his brow, “Can you now?” You smirked, “Oh yeah, I’ve got great stamina. Just ask Omaha.” He groaned and scrunched his face up in annoyance, “Gross.” 

You laughed and patted him on the shoulder, “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find yourself a house hen somewhere…”

As you walked away you turned around, walking backwards as you said, “Or a Rooster.” You winked and Jake’s mouth fell open. “Fuck off, Rogers,” he chucked the ball at you and you caught it, laughing as you ran off.

*******

When it was over, none of you wanted to end the team bonding time.

“Hey, Omaha and I live pretty close to here. We’ve got alcohol and games,” you offered before you all made your way up the beach. “You had me at alcohol,” Yale said as he started up towards the parking lot. Everyone laughed and nodded in agreement.

So everyone, except you and Neil, went to base to shower and change.

Once everyone showed up, games were pulled out of the closet and bottles were being passed around.

After a few hours you resorted to a drinking game. “So, never have I ever been to an Avengers party,” Fanboy said, looking straight at you. “Okay, now you're targeting Garcia,” you complained but took a drink anyway.

“Wait, Omaha took a drink too!” Rooster shouted. 

You laughed, “Yeah, we’ve been dating for a while.” “I mean it was Tony’s wedding, so I don’t really know if that counts but I’m counting it.” “Oh, yeah y’all have been together since TOPGUN haven’t you?” Bob recalled. 

You nodded, “I graduated first and he was the class right behind me.” Omaha took another sip of his drink, “Yeah, then after a little while we got this place.” You took a gulp of your drink, “Technically, Tony bought this place for us, actually.”

“Why didn’t you stay in New York?” Hangman asked, leaning on the backrest of the couch and resting his head on his fist. You shrugged, “I don’t know. It was just kinda hard after the Blip, my dad was in this counseling group and Nat-“ You cleared the lump in your throat and took another drink. “She-She was still working with other Avengers to keep an eye on the world-the universe really- and I just needed to focus on my career, so did Omaha and we figured it was better for us.”

You cleared your throat again, “Um so it was my turn right?” The crowd nodded. “Okay, never have I ever been drunk under the table.” 

Everyone, save for Bob, rolled their eyes and took a drink. “Now who’s targeting?” Fanboy mumbled. “You started this Garcia. Also, that’s not targeting.” “It is when you're the one that drunk us under the table,” Coyote pointed out.

******

Later that night everyone except you and Bob were drunk.

“Hey, why doesn’t everyone just stay here?” You suggested, leaning on the bar as you stood next to Bob. “Are you sure? I don’t mind taking them back to base.” “And deal with 9 drunk aviators by yourself?” 

You glanced back to the group to see Harvard curled up on the pile of bean bags in the corner. “And Harv’s already asleep. And Fritz looks like he's gonna pass out too. I really don’t mind and I know Neil would be fine with it too.” “I’d be fine with what?”

You looked behind you to see your boyfriend getting another beer. “No, sir. Get a water.” He groaned but did as told. “I was just telling Bob that it would be easier to have everyone stay here for the night.” “Yeah, Harvard’s already passed out, has been for like 30 minutes.” 

You lightly clapped your hands, “So it’s settled, they can all stay here and since they gave us Sunday off we can do whatever.” Both nodded and you all started to get the extra blankets and pillows for your friends.

******

Once again, you were up before the sun and decided to get up and check on the group in the living room.

When you walked in you did a head count. 

Harvard-still out cold on the bean bags. Phoenix-snuggled with a pillow on the couch. Fanboy- on the loveseat with his phone on his chest. Hangman-reclined in the chair, arms crossed over his chest snoring so loud you were surprised the windows didn’t rattle. 

Fritz-on his stomach on the mattress on the floor. Yale-on his back on the same mattress. Payback-starfished in the middle of them. 

Halo-curled up in the big chair, blanket up to her chin. Coyote-in the hammock you brought in from outside, nearly falling out of it. Bob had taken the extra bedroom, despite his best efforts to give it to Halo or Phoenix. Rooster-

“Wait, where’s Rooster?” You looked around, checked the kitchen, bathroom. Maybe he bunked with Bob? As you passed the sliding glass door you saw him on the porch, sitting on the steps as he looked to the ocean.

You debated going out, he probably needed his privacy. But your curious side won and you quietly slid the door open, closing it behind you.

“Rooster? You okay?” He jumped a little at the surprise. “Oh, yeah,” he cleared his throat. “Yeah, Star, I’m good.” 

You hummed sitting beside him, “Now why don’t I believe that?” “Because you have this insane talent of reading people?” Bradley offered. You shrugged, “Possibly. Now what's bothering you?”

He sighed and looked back out to the ocean, “I don’t think Maverick is gonna pick me for this mission. I really don’t.” You pouted in confusion. “Why not?” He inhaled and clenched his jaw, “He pulled my papers to the Academy, set my career back four years.” 

You swallowed, you knew there was something else based on the reaction Jake got out of him on Friday.

“What Jake said the other day was way out of line…” Bradley nodded, sniffling as he looked away from both you and the water. “But he’s right.” 

You knew his eyes were on you now but you looked at the ocean. “I’m saying this with love. I know Maverick broke your trust and hurt you. Probably more than you let on… But the past is the past for a reason. I know how hard it is to let go, trust me I’ve seen it. When you’re in the air, you fly against the ghosts of what could have been and what was. Don’t let that be your downfall. Show Maverick his mistake, prove him wrong.”

You pushed up, turning to go inside and start getting ready, but Rooster gently grabbed your wrist. Stopping, you looked down at him. 

“What did you mean by “I’ve seen it”?” You sighed and sat back down. 

“My dad held on to his past the moment it came back into his life. In 2014, his best friend, who he watched fall to his death from a train in 1943, was in DC trying to kill him. And his lover from the war was dying from Alzheimer’s at the same time. In 2016, she died and he became a fugitive for the very same friend that tried to kill him…”

Bradley sat up straight, “Didn’t you-” “Yes, I graduated from the Academy a few weeks later.” You took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you let it out. 

“In 2018 I got him back and for the past five years I had him with me. Then when they brought everyone back a few months ago, he had to go back into the past and saw his lover again. When he took the stones back, he stayed with her…” 

You failed to discreetly wipe the tear, but he didn’t comment on it. “He stayed with her instead of coming back for me, for Sam. Not even for Bucky, the very man he risked his life for and was friends with since kindergarten…”

You took a breath to calm yourself. “And now, since Sam was too afraid to be the future, afraid the expectations of the past wouldn’t allow him to be who he’s supposed to be; they gave the shield to some Wal-Mart wannabe who thinks he’s the shit,” you chuckle humorlessly when you finish and shake your head. 

You swallowed and looked at Rooster, “Maverick is holding onto the past too. I see it every time he looks at you, he sees Goose. I saw it at the bar that first day, when you were singing…”

Rooster opened his mouth but was cut off by Fanboy, “Guys, come in here, you have to see this.”

You shared a look with Rooster before getting up and following Fanboy into the living room where “Good Morning America” was on.

Phoenix, Payback, and Omaha were on the couch. Fanboy sat on the love seat, Rooster sitting down beside him. Halo was in the chair she had slept in, Bob perched on the arm. Hangman sat up straight in the recliner. Yale, Fritz, Coyote, and Harvard were on the mattress on the floor.

As the marching band’s music filled the empty space, you stood behind the couch with your arms crossed over your chest.

You had to hold back the growl that bubbled in your chest when the camera showed John Walker signing things and taking pictures with excited fans. Fans that seemed to forget your father at the drop of a hat when a new face carried the shield.

Steve would have hated the fanfare this guy had. The interview. All of it.

He told you himself that back in the 40s he did the tours because he had to. He showed you the drawing of the monkey unicycling on a tightrope, and told you he felt like that all the time before he got into the war. The only thing that made those tours worth it was that it gave people hope.

“Ladies and gentlemen, your new Captain America!” The reporter announced, making your jaw clench. “Good morning, America!” God, even his voice was annoying.

“Thank you so much for coming. This has gotta be fun, though, coming back to your high school after so much has changed?” “Oh it’s great, we’re-” Some fan cheered from the stands. “John, I think the first thing everyone wants to know is what is it like being Captain America? Do eagles fly overhead wherever you go?” You didn’t hold back the eye roll.

“Is she fucking serious?” The rasp in your voice made you sound irritated, mainly because you were. Both Omaha and Bob shared a look, they knew it wasn’t just irritation; you were hurt.

John’s laugh didn’t help the mood, “Ah, yes! Yeah, that and flags tend to start majestically waving in the wind.” 

“God, this guy needs an ego check…” Hangman mumbled, shaking his head as he looked out the sliding glass doors. For once, everyone agreed that this man’s ego was bigger than Jake’s.

“And how's the tour been? I know they did a big rollout for you, right?” “It's the greatest honor of my life. Um, but I'm just a little shocked, I think. How did a guy like me end up here?” 

If you clenched your jaw any harder, you would break your teeth. This man had the audacity to act humble now.

“Oh, wait, wait, wait. "A guy like me"? Somebody's being a bit too humble. For those of you who aren't familiar with his résumé, "John Walker, first person in American history to receive three Medals of Honor, ran RS-One missions in counterterrorism and hostage rescue".” Oh, so it was a set up to brag, got it. 

“The government did a study of your body at MIT, and you tested off the charts in every measurable category. Speed, endurance, intelligence…”

“Look, here's the thing, uh, I'm not Tony Stark, I'm not Dr. Banner, okay?” You scoffed, “Damn right…” “I don't have the flashiest gadgets, I don't have super strength. But what I do have is guts. Something Captain America always had, always needs to have, and I'm gonna need every ounce of it. Because I got big shoes to fill. Hell, his daughter is one of the best Naval Pilots in the world. The Rogers name is one that is highly respected.”

“Damn straight it is,” Coyote said, looking back at you, only to find you staring daggers into the TV screen. “Don’t kiss ass now, Walker. It doesn’t work.” You uncrossed your arms, shaking them to relieve the tension you created.

“Did you know Steve Rogers? And do you know Y/N Rogers?” John shook his head, “I don’t know, Lieutenant Rogers personally, no. But I was two years out of West Point when Steve came back on the scene. I followed his career very closely as an Avenger. I like to think that I modeled my work after his.” You braced yourself on the back of the couch.

“So, you've always wanted to be a hero?” “I liked that what I was doing would make people feel safe. Steve Rogers was the kind of guy who could do that, he gave me hope. Even though I never met him, he feels like a brother.” 

That was it. Ain’t no way in hell you were gonna listen to anything else this man might have to say. 

Fanboy quickly turned the TV off.

The team was waiting in anticipation for your reaction. 

The expected reaction was for you to break the back of the couch you had a death grip on. But they didn’t expect the broken sigh escaping your lips. 

“I’m gonna start getting ready for the day. There’s food in the kitchen, help yourselves.” You looked away from all the eyes, hoping they didn’t see the frustrated tears in yours.

You went to the en suite bathroom and started your routine. 

You had grabbed your phone to play some music or a podcast to keep you focused, but it kept ringing. Bucky’s name kept popping up and disrupting your playlist, but you didn’t answer it.

He hadn’t wanted to speak with you, or Sam, since the funeral. He ignored every text, every phone call. You called his therapist to check on him but he barely gave her anything either.

“He's gonna keep calling until you answer him, you know,” Omaha said, leaning on the doorway. “I know. But if he wants to ignore me for months, then I can ignore him for one day,” you said as you washed your face. Neil sighed, but didn’t say anything. He watched you finish your routine and then followed you to the bedroom, sitting on the bed while you changed.

Bucky wouldn’t stop calling, but you couldn’t turn off your phone or mute it. “Baby, you can’t ignore him all day. He will keep calling. You know how stubborn he can be.” You slid a workout shirt over your head, “And you know how stubborn I can be.” You dug around for your shorts, finding them and sliding them on.

“I told Fanboy not to go get you,” he gently grabbed your arm when you walked by. “He feels bad.” 

You sighed, “I’m glad he did. He shouldn’t feel bad, I could have told him to turn it off at any time. But I needed to know what he’s like. He seemed fairly okay, I guess. The people seem to like him. But-” 

“But he’s not your dad, and he’s not Sam.” 

You nodded, sighing, “Exactly. But like I said before, I’m here to do a job and if the government gave a damn about what I thought we wouldn’t be having this conversation. I just can’t- I don’t understand how everyone can be so quick to forget him…”

You finally broke down, collapsing onto your boyfriend. “Hey, hey… I won’t ever forget him, the team won’t ever forget him… You know why?” 

You sniffled and shook your head. “Because everytime we look at you, we see him. You are your father’s daughter and you made him so proud. And you continue to do so, every damn day when you get in your plane. We will never forget him, because forgetting him is forgetting you.” 

He kissed your temple, “Why don’t we go work out this frustration, okay?” You nodded and wiped your face, “Let me cool down and then we can go.” “Of course.”

*********

“Have you talked to Y/N recently?” Bucky asked, following behind Sam. “Not since they handed over the shield,” Sam said as he kept walking. 

“I’ve been trying to call her since this morning but she’s not answering.” Sam scoffed, “Well, what did you expect? You’ve ignored her calls and texts for months. So, she’s just supposed to drop everything to answer you? She’s got bigger shit goin’ on right now Bucky.” Bucky rolled his eyes and pulled his phone out.

He’d given you time, maybe you were asleep or weren’t near your phone. But after a few hours he figured he’d try again.

*********

After you ran cold water over your face, you ate breakfast with the squad. Making sure to tell Mickey that you weren’t upset with him and he was fine.

Then everyone went to base to change and then you all headed to the on base gym.

You decided to work out with Phoenix, wanting to get to know her more. You both seemed to work well together.

After some weight lifting you moved to the treadmill to wind down. And that’s when your phone rang for the first time in about two hours. “Shit, I’ll be right back. I need to take this.” Phoenix nodded and decided that while you were on the phone she’d take a break.

You stepped into the hall, glancing around before answering your phone. “What Bucky?” “Well hello to you too, Kid.” You sighed and pinched your nose. 

“How are you doing?” “I’m fine,” Bucky said shortly. “Bullshit. Something must be seriously wrong for you to call me after ignoring me for months. Do you know how worried I was?” “Y/N, I’m sorry-” “Buck, you’ve been having to navigate a new world by yourself! Both Sam and I-” “You and Sam gave up the shield.” 

Your jaw dropped, “No. You don’t get to do that. You shut us out. Don’t think for a second that we intended for this to happen, that this was what we wanted.”

Bucky sighed, “I know… I know.” There was a beat of silence. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I am. I didn’t think about how worried you’d be, and honestly I didn’t think you’d be all that worried…” “Of course I was worried, Bucky. I know we haven’t known each other for very long, but Dad told me stories about you all the time. You were his best friend, and he left you to navigate a new time by yourself. I hate the idea of you being alone.” “I’ll work on it…” You smiled a little.

“Look, I need to ask you something.” “Sure, Buck.” “We need your help. We need to get the shield back, I don’t know-” 

You sighed, “Buck, I can’t.” You could tell he was confused, “What do you mean ‘you can’t’?” “In case you forgot, I’m a Naval aviator, Bucky.” “No, I know that.” “I’m also currently at TOPGUN. I got called for a training detachment. I can’t tell you what this mission is, but it’s dangerous. I need to focus on this.” You heard him sharply inhale.

“Before you jump my ass about it. I’m not happy about the situation. I’m very far from happy, but I can’t go AWOL because of it. Dad wouldn’t want me to ruin my career like that.” “I don’t trust this guy, Y/N.” “I don’t either, Buck. But it’s really important to me that I fly this mission, we’ve got less than two weeks to get ready…” 

He cleared his throat, “Okay, okay. I’m sorry…” You shook your head, “Please don’t apologize. But whatever you do, be safe Bucky.” “I will. I’ll talk to you later, kid.” You nodded, smiling a little, “Talk later Buck.” 

You went to hang up when he spoke again. “Hey, Y/N?” “Yeah?” “Be careful, okay? I can’t lose you too.” You nodded again, your throat tightening with emotion, “Of course. Bye Buck.” “Bye Kid.”

You leaned your head back against the wall, sighing as you closed your eyes. “Fuck…”

***********

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To love a beast ? 👀

!!!! Okay So, this is basically a Beauty and the Beast AU, as the title implies, with Sam as Belle and Bucky as the Beast. It hits a lot of the same beats as the Disney movie, but with a few important changes to keep it more closely aligned with the events of the MCU. This one is still in its early chapters, and I haven't actually gotten to them meeting, yet, so here's some snippets with both of their POVs:

Snippet #1:

If not for the untamed chill of the coastal autumn breeze, Sam Wilson may have been fooled into believing that it was still summer. After a long week of stormy weather, the sun burned bright in a cloudless sky, as though the entire universe had opened up around the small, secluded village he called home. Children ran about in the grass, playing silly little made-up games with whatever newest toys the local wood carver had come up with, while parents tended to their daily tasks, running into market, gossiping with the neighbors, and living their dreary little lives, seemingly unaware that the world could have anything to offer, outside of what they already knew.  On this day, Sam was out on the family fishing boat, which had long outlasted expectation but was quickly approaching disrepair. In recent years, more sophisticated watercraft had found their way into the harbor, and each season had brought with it a smaller and smaller catch. He’d sworn to his sister, though, that he would fix the old girl, and after days stuck inside, he was determined to put in whatever work he could, now, before the river froze over and she started to look more like a stack of firewood than a legacy. “If nothing else, no one can say you aren't dedicated.” The sound of a familiar voice pulled Sam’s attention away from his work. At the end of the dock, a man smiled, his face wrinkled with age and his tired, blue eyes filled with a lifetime of untold stories.  Sam snickered and rolled his eyes. Steve Rogers was the kind of person who always seemed to have something to say, and sometimes, those things even made sense. That wasn’t what the rest of the village could see, of course. Small minds only had room for so much, and the old man’s stories of better times long past felt less believable, with each unremarkable new day. “Should I be worried about whatever else they’re saying?" “Only if you like to waste your energy.” Steve stepped onto the boat with a little too much ease, for someone of his age. “Need any help?”

Snippet #2:

He couldn’t remember much of anything, anymore. Even his name sat, hovering, just outside his mind's reach. At least, the name he used to go by. A prince has many names, he'd learned, but only one of them was ever really his. So, of course, that had been the first of them to fade away. No one who remained in the castle had used it, since the spell took hold. Many refused to acknowledge him, at all. To those who did, he was simply Your Highness, My Lord, Sir… Occasionally, he was James, but the name never sat right on their tongues, or his, in those few bitter moments when he’d find it in himself to speak. In the early days, he’d tried to remain something close to human, in spite of himself. Checked in on the others, followed some semblance of a routine, walked with his head held high and spoke like the man he used to be. But the last seventy years had dragged on for so long, each day blending unchangingly into the next, with no sign of an end, the clocks unmoving, the sun never rising. Every agonizing moment had stripped away his will to keep fighting, and his humanity had gone, with it.  Perhaps he’d never been human, at all. The creature that stared back from each unavoidable reflection was certainly no man, so what was the point of wasting energy pretending to be something he was not? The very idea of it had become a fantasy, his true face, true mind, true life, buried only in his books and the dreams that taunted him, at night.

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Loki x female reader | college AU

Contains fluff, smut, mentions of alcohol - friends to lovers

Music played around you all as Thor and Sam made some sort of bonfire in the near distance. You brought a beer to your lips as you looked out at the waves that had settled to a gentle rock. The atmosphere was electric, teething with possibilities as Loki settled next to you, his own beer in his hand. Glancing at him, you smiled before shifting closer to him, resting your head on his arm. This was it, the end of yet another year at college. Exams were over and everyone was moving back home for the summer. This was probably the last time you’d all see each other before the new academic year.

“You’re quiet today.” Loki spoke, looking down at you. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing in particular, just how crazy it is that we all started as strangers and yet now I can’t imagine my life without you all.” You answered, taking another sip of your beer.

“Once we finish college, how about we move in together?” He suggested, making you smile.

“Yes, we can all live in a huge house together and I can bother you all for eternity.” You laughed, Loki laughing along with you despite your addition of the world all.

“No offence y/n but I am not living with you all.” Bucky cut in, sitting next to you both.

“Yeah, I’ve already had to put up with your impromptu concerts for over a year already, not doing it forever.” Natasha chuckled, opening a beer as she sat.

“Fine, I’ll just move in with Loki then.” You huffed faking offence as you sat up, grabbing Lokis hand. “You don’t mind living with me right?”

How could he? You were perfect. He loved your impromptu concerts, he loved you.

“I volunteer to live with you forever.” Loki declared, bringing your hand to his lips. You knew he was just playing along but you couldn’t deny the way you felt when he kissed your hand. For a while now you had had a huge crush on Loki but he just saw you as one of his friends. Nothing more.

“Thanks.” You grinned, nudging his shoulder with yours as Sam and Thor returned back to the main group, turning the music up. All of you laughed with one another talking about the highlights of the year including the fact that Natasha and Steve had finally made things official. You wished that was you, telling Loki how you felt, really felt and him telling you he liked you back. Each time Natasha turned her head, sharing a private joke with Steve, you sighed inwardly. Each time she reached over, kissing him, you ignored the blooming feeling in your heart when you imagined Lokis lips against yours.

Eventually the light conversation had turned into a game of truth or dare. So far Bucky had ran across the small beach naked - luckily it was only you guys present, Thor had downed a whole beer in one sip, Steve had kissed Bucky to Natasha’s surprise, she herself had licked Sam’s cheek and the rest of you had mainly been answering truths that were luckily not too bad however your luck changed when the bottle landed on you again.

“Truth.” You immediately decided.

“Not fair, you can’t keep picking truth.” Bucky whined. You narrowed your gaze at him before you spoke again.

“Fine, dare.”

“I dare you to ummm—” Bucky thought.

“Kiss Loki.” Thor interrupted leaving you almost choking, Loki turning red next to you.

“Brother.” Loki fumed.

“I can’t, he’s my best friend.” You argued.

“No exceptions” Steve shrugged “that should make the interaction even better.”

“Yeah, what’s a kiss between friends.” Natasha teased, she had found out you liked Loki quite a while back. That woman was like a spy. Turning towards Loki, you decided to try and play this dare off as a lighthearted joke between friends and not the first time you’d be kissing the potential love of your life. Luckily liquid courage was coursing through your veins.

“Pucker up.” You smiled, turning towards Loki before you leant in.

“And it has to be for more than ten seconds.” Bucky quickly added but it was too late to refuse, your lips were already on Lokis as you kissed. The world around you disappeared as your lips glided past one another’s. It felt intoxicating. The feeling was addictive. You barely heard the others counting down as Lokis hand found your cheek, deepening the kiss. You shifted slightly closer to him, his tongue pushing past yours as the countdown reached two. They stopped and you both continued, lost in your own worlds, only breaking apart when you were both breathless. You looked at him as you broke apart, eyes rounding as you realised what had happened. You thought he’d maybe grimace, laugh the interaction off but his eyes were dreamy as he opened them slowly, gaze settling on yours. In that moment, those silent seconds, you knew. He knew.

Neither of you spoke as you turned to face the group of people all watching you both slightly taken aback. Slicing through the silence, you spun the bottle again, it landing on Sam again before the game resumed.

After a while, the sun had set fully and you were all left in the summer breeze with a midnight blue sky falling over you all. Considering the secret beach was still empty and you were all feeling a little more relaxed, you decided to head into the water. Everyone stripped down to their underwear before running towards the water. Inside, Steve held Natasha whilst the rest of you splashed about in the waves reaching your knees. The other boys began doing stupid things like dipping their heads underwater apart from Loki who decided to sit down at the shore and look up at the moon. Noticing him, you made your way towards him, sitting down next to him.

“What brings you here?” He asked, smiling at you.

“I wanted to sit with you.” You answered. Without speaking, he lifted his arm slightly, your cue to snuggle next to him. You did so, both of you looking up at the moon as the others continued their fun. The silence between you both was comfortable. His hand began moving up and down your upper arm soothingly as he held you closer against him and you had the ridiculous idea of kissing him again without everyone’s eyes on you, without the dare. Turning your head slightly to look at him, your breath hitched when he turned to look at you, his skin coated in the glow of the moonlight. You stared into each other eyes, slightly dazed as your lips found each other’s again in a passionate kiss.

You both didn’t tell any of the others but you ended up meeting at least four times a week at that very beach in the summer. Your friendship blossomed into a relationship, between the beach days and the shopping trips and the endless smiles you exchanged with another, you fell in love, a love that was consummated one warm night.

Despite the many times you had spent together, you and Loki never made it past kissing and heavy petting. All until tonight. Your lips met, teeth crashing together as Loki moved you onto his lap. The kiss grew feverish, his hands roaming over the sides of your body as your arms moved around his neck. You could feel Loki hardening beneath you and you didn’t want to stop this time, you were ready, so ready. You rolled your hips against him causing his hands to pause on your waist, halting your movements.

“Please don’t do that.” Loki squeaked out, speaking against your lips. Instead of answering, you did it again leaving Lokis grip on you tightening.

“I want you Loki.” You spoke in his ear, repeating the movement, feeling his erection against your core. Resting his head in the space between your neck and shoulder, Loki began to groan as you moved above him. It was good, enough, for a while but you wanted more. There were too many layers. “I’m ready baby.” You cooed, stroking his hair. Hearing your words, Loki lifted his head from the crook of your neck, lips meeting yours again as he began to switch your positions, laying you against the blanket beneath you both. Settling above you, holding himself up with his hand, he looked down at you, stroking your chin with his other hand.

“Are you sure?” He asked softly.

“I’m sure.” You nodded, knowing that once you both did this, there was no going back but you didn’t want to go back, not ever. Loki lowered himself, between your legs as his lips found yours again. His hand moved down your body, under the hem of your top before you felt him squeezing your breast. The sensation left you moaning into the kiss slightly, your nipples hardening as a wetness pooled between your legs. You were more than ready to finally feel Loki.

Reaching between you both, your hand found the button of his jeans before you undid it, your hand moving lower, past his boxers before gripping his erection causing Loki to gasp. You widened your legs almost instinctively, desperate to feel him. You began ridding one another of your clothes, thankful for the privacy this secluded beach offered. You were in your top and panties as Loki took his own shirt off, pulling his jeans and boxers down to free his hard member. The sight made you bite your lip. He settled between your legs again, palming himself as you reached up, kissing him. Your hand replaced his as his fingers moved past your panties, delving through your folds. He circled your clit with his fingers, hand moving lower.

“You’re so wet.” He panted, entering you with his fingers as you continued to stroke his cock.

“Please Loki I just want to feel you.” You pouted.

A few moments later, Loki was lining himself up with your entrance as you anticipated the desired breach. You both moaned as he entered you slowly, filling you to the hilt as your nails dug into his bare shoulders. He fought to keep himself restrained, desperately wanting to cum as your walls sucked him inside. He knew you’d feel perfect but this felt sinless, sanctified, you felt as if you had been sculpted just for him.

“Please move.” You spoke, biting back a moan. Listening to your request, Loki pulled out of you before entering you again, you unable to fight the moan that fell from your lips; a declaration of your love for Loki. He set a steady pace, his hips rocking forwards and backwards as he fucked you, both of you grunting and groaning. “Oh Loki.” You whimpered, every ridge of his cock leaving you tipping towards the edge as he moved in and out. The sound of him moaning your name as well as the sound of the waves crashing to the shore were all you heard as your legs wrapped around Lokis waist, pulling him deeper inside as you approached your climax. Your looked lovingly into each others eyes, a tear escaping yours as you came, writhing beneath him. Pulling out, Loki stroked himself a couple more times before he came, ejaculating into his hand.

“That was perfect.” You finally spoke, basking in the post sex bliss that shrouded you.

“I’ve wanted to do that with you for a while now.” Loki smiled nervously, a blush coating his already flushed cheeks.

“I hope I lived up to your expectations.” You teased, pecking his lips.

“More than my darling, you were divine.” He smiled against your lips.

When September rolled around, the beginning of the new academic year with it, you and Loki broke the news of your relationship to the others. Surprisingly enough, they seemed to all already know you both had feelings for one another. It seemed when Natasha found out, she told Steve who ended up telling Bucky; Loki told Thor he liked you and Thor told Sam leaving you and Loki the only ones unaware of each other’s feelings. They were all happy for you both, a happiness that turned to disgust when you were all sitting on the beach and you let it slip that you and Loki had ‘boned’ in that exact spot.

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Two Sides of The Same Coin - Chapter 31: "Long Live"

"Long live all the mountains we moved, I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you..."

Pairing: Sunshine!Reader x Grumpy!Bucky Barnes

Those next two months were absolutely perfect.

For the most part. 

You and Bucky were attached at the hip, you'd agreed to keep things simple for the time being. You loved each other and you were both keen on keeping things simple between the two of you. Your lives had been, and were, complicated enough. 

He doted on you, held your hand as stitches and staples were removed, helped change the dressing on your wound. While you weren't really allowed to do anything, Bucky stayed with you, choosing to ground himself from missions.

Even though you told him that you were more than capable of being alone, he wouldn't hear it. He wanted to be with you.

You two used this time to play board games- Bucky was great with card games, while you were better at the traditional board game.

You watched endless amounts of TV, catching up on shows and movies that the team recommended.

You taught Bucky how to cook, at least you tried to. It wasn't easy, you sitting at the kitchen island craning your neck to see everything Bucky was doing. He had a lot of skills and talents, apparently cooking wasn't one of them. You explained to him that cooking was one of those things that came naturally to you, it was why you liked doing it. It made you feel as capable as any other person. He kissed your forehead and told you that you were as capable as anyone else. 

You spent hours laying by your little garden, after you'd cleaned up the mess he'd made while you were in the hospital. You'd lay in the sun on a blanket, resting your head on Bucky's chest while you sat in the sun for hours at a time. Sometimes he'd listen to you talk about the many different flowers and plants that you could conjure. How there was no conscious thought between any of the elements you could manipulate, similar to how there was no conscious thought to walking, it just happened. It was the feeling, the different energy that came from them, it was just there and you'd always been able to do it. 

It was all happening beautifully, like pieces falling into place- even as the team teased you constantly.

There was no big announcement that you and Bucky were together, no big public display of affection. It was just a quiet afternoon, it was the first weeks after you were released from the hospital.

-

You were sitting on the couch, head resting Bucky's shoulder, tracing lines in his palm. He sighed, so at ease that now everything seemed like it was going to be okay. He pecked your lips once.  "What was that for?"

"Because I wanted to," he quietly remarked, paying too much attention to you to have noticed several members of the team walking in. 

“Well, it looks like I owe Steve 20 bucks,” Tony chuckled, pulling out his wallet and placing a twenty in Steve's hand. 

Bucky sighed, this time in annoyance than relief,  “You’ve been betting on us?”

“Wait- you two haven’t been together this whole time?” Clint questioned in shock. 

“No,” Bucky huffed.

“No shit, really? You’re sure?” he continued.

“Did you all just think we were going to be together?” you asked the room. 

Everyone in the room except you and Bucky all nodded and cohesively replied, "Yes."

"Huh," you nodded, turning back to Bucky and shrugging. "They knew before we did."

-

It was a beautiful summer.

The only problem was Sam.

More specifically the absence of Sam. Every time you saw him, he was brisking through the compound, like an urgent mission had arisen or there was something important you were being left out of. And sometimes, you'd catch him with a stern look on face, speaking short, clipped sentences into his phone.

You asked Steve, he shrugged and told you that there wasn't anything going on that he knew of. Then he told you that Sam was an honest guy, he'd tell you if there was a problem.

You agreed.

Sam never gave you any reason not to trust him. He was the very person that instilled that honesty in you, and always keeping that open line of communication was vital to your relationship, so there was no reason to worry.

He'd tell you what was bothering him when he was ready.

But it just kept getting worse. 

The first week, he said he was just busy. There was a bunch of reports and briefs to be done after your injury. You smiled and thanked him for taking care of it- for taking care of you. You didn't see the way Sam's jaw clenched and his shoulders stiffened as he walked away from you.

The second week, he bustled around the Compound, always on his phone, always in meetings. You told Bucky your concerns and he agreed that Sam was acting strange, he didn't know why either, he seemed fine after you left the hospital. Neither you nor Bucky were able to catch Sam's attention long enough to ask him what was going on.

The third week, Nick Fury came to see you- to check on you he said. Sam was completely MIA that week. It seemed like no one was able to reach him that week. Not you, not Bucky, not Steve nor Tony- he vanished just to reappear the following week with a strange look in his eye.

The fourth and fifth week, when you did see Sam, he wouldn't even look at you. You finally caught him in the hall during that fifth week and demanded to know what was bothering him. Nothing, he said, just busy. Everything would be fine, he promised. You were going to be just fine, he cryptically commented. You prodded a little more, asking him if you and Bucky being kind-of, sort-of together bothered him. He smiled softly, squeezed your shoulder and told you that he just wanted you happy, safe. That, above all, was what was important to him. Then he offered another cryptic comment about holding on to happiness as long as you could because you never knew when it would be over. You looked at him strangely, but nodded and told him that you missed him, that with him gone things weren't the same and you couldn't be happy without him around. He had no response to that, he simply turned on his heels and walked away. 

The sixth week, your doctors cleared you for travel, which you thought was strange considering you weren't cleared for field work- there was nowhere for you to travel to. Sam was nowhere to be found again.

You had no idea what awaited you the seventh week. 

"May these memories break our fall..."

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