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buckyalpine · 2 years ago

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Pretty Little Thing Part 4

18+ Minors dni

Mob!Bucky x f reader, Rumlow x reader (forced marriage), a little steve x reader (platonic)

A/N: Here is part 4! Rumlow is gross. Please like, comment and reblog! <3

Warnings: ANGST, forced abusive marriage (sexual harassment), swearing, illusion to smut, fluff!

Word count: 2.5k

Part 3 here

“Did you miss me sweet heart” You trembled, dropping the coffee mug you were holding, cutting your hand as Rumlow stalked towards you to the stool you sat on in the kitchen, arriving days earlier than he intended.

“Clumsy girl” He tsked, caressing your face while bringing your bleeding finger to his mouth, sucking it between his lips. His strokes on your cheek became rougher as he nipped on your finger, causing you to wince in pain.

“You really should be more careful, wouldn’t want anything to happen to my pretty little angel” He flashed a smile, your traces of your blood covering his teeth. He moved closer to you, licking up your neck, whispering in your ear “You didn’t answer me. Did you miss me doll?”

Your blood turned into ice, frozen in place. He had never once called you doll. Only one person called you that.

“I….”

“I missed you so much y/n” Rumlow continued to brush his lips against your neck and shoulders, roughly gripping your waist, pulling you towards him. He slotted himself between your legs, pressing your back against the hard island counter. You whimpered out in pain but he didn’t stop, gripping you tighter, bruising your skin. “God, I missed my wife so much. Tell me, what did you do while I was gone?”

He moved back, cold eyes boring into you as he moved a hand to grip the back of your neck, tugging your hair. “Tell me doll, what were you up to?”

“I-I had dinner with-with my…”

“With who angel, who did you have dinner with?”

“Boss, Pierce wants to speak with you, its urgent” Walker stood at the doorway, unfazed by the scene in front of him. He was surprised he hadn’t been given orders to start digging a 6 ft hole in the back yard yet.

“Be there in a minute” Rumlow continued to grip your hair, your skin burning as he tightened his grasp, smiling coldly at you. “We can talk when I’m back, okay sweet girl?” You whimpered, tears spilling down your cheeks as he pushed you harder against the counter. He smirked, dragging his tongue across your skin to lick the tears that continued to run down your cheeks. “I’ll miss you”

You sat, rooted to the stool as your heart began to race. He knew.

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“Something’s not right”

Sam entered Bucky’s office with Steve, both men were growing increasingly worried about your safety but nothing compared to how Bucky was feeling.

“Parker’s been scoping the place out. Security around his place has been increased, at least 10 men around the front gates and double inside the house. No sign of y/n, she hasn’t been outside once in the ever since he got back”

Bucky nodded as his jaw clenched thinking about you, the bruises flashing in his mind. The glass he held in his metal hand shattered as he thought about Rumlow putting his hands on you. “Steve, call Parker”

He wasn’t taking any chances.

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“Doll”

Rumlow was sitting on your bed as you stepped out of the bathroom, his eyes undressing you as he stared at you with hunger and lust. You froze as he sauntered over, your grip tightening over the towel you were wrapped in.

“I think its time for some changes my love, don’t you think?” His hot breath fanned down your neck and he caressed your arm, inhaling the scent of your body wash, groaning as his hands skimmed over the water droplets dripping down your thighs.

“I-I don’t understand” Your voice barely came out a whisper as you stared at the floor, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Don’t worry sweet heart, I’ll explain,”

He took your hand as he walked you over to the large walk-in closet, as your heart dropped at the sight. All of your clothes had been thrown out, replaced with lingerie, sheer robes and tight dresses with plunging necklines and high slits. Your pajamas had been replaced with tiny silk gowns, a stark contrast to the large t-shirts you loved to sleep in. The only dress that hadn’t been replaced was your dark green dress you wore on the night you spent with Bucky.

“Do you like it?” He wrapped his arms around you from behind as you tensed, forgetting how to breathe.

“Why?” You felt light headed; knowing exactly why he had taken everything away, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything else.

“I didn’t like your clothes, how can I admire my wife when you’re always hiding such gorgeous curves,” His lips dragged across your shoulders, as he nipped at your earlobe. “I think you’d look so beautiful in that dark green one baby”, his voice was dark and cold as his grip around you tightened. “So beautiful”

He whipped you around, grasping your arms in a bruising grip, his nails digging into your skin as you cried out.

“SHUT UP,” His chest heaved as he moved his hand to wrap around your neck, forcing you to look at him. “You’re a stupid bitch you know that? I GIVE YOU EVERYTHING! You get everything you need from me, but you’re a greedy little whore aren’t you? AREN’T YOU?!”

You whimpered as his fingers continued to close around your neck, as he pressed you against the closet wall.

“You’re a spoiled fucking brat” He gripped your arm, dragging you out of the closet, throwing you onto the bed.

“You think you can walk out on me? You thought you were trapped all this time, didn’t you baby,” He leaned down to you, growling “I’ll fucking show you trapped.

He stood up, towering over you.

“LOKI”

A tall slim man in an all black suit walked in the room, his raven hair slicked, ending at his shoulders. He nodded at Rumlow, his cold eyes never meeting yours. He had joined recently, entering Rumlows inner circle alongside Walker and a few others.

“He will watch over you day and night until I decide what I want to do with you”

You had been locked in your room for a week as Loki stood outside of your door, only opening it for meals and water. You stayed under the covers, refusing to let anyone see you in the small pieces of lingerie you had for clothes. Even the dresses had been removed; Rumlow had decided you’d only have access to them if you were going out with him. He did leave one dress; the one he’d use the taunt you with.

You felt like you were slipping into madness; with each passing day, you only wanted Bucky more. You craved the safety of his arms, his intoxicating scent that left you reeling. You missed the way he took care of you, how he wanted to see you smile. You allowed your mind to spiral, until a harsh knock at the door broke you away from your thoughts.

“Are you dressed?” A question Loki always asked before he opened the door. At this point, dressed meant the safety of your bed sheet though you had grown to not care how he saw you, your mind focused on the beautiful man with blue eyes you could drown in. You heard the sound of heavy footsteps ascend the stairs, your body immediately freezing as you hid under the covers.

“You’re coming out with me tonight sweetheart” Rumlow sneered, dried blood still covering his rings as he leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed against his chest. You wanted to protest but the unhinged grin he wore on his face warned you to do otherwise.

You let out a shaky breath, as he stalked over, pulling the sheet you had clutched to your chest.

“Playing hard to get, are you silly girl?”

“N-no” You could feel his hot breath fanning down your face as he tucked a lose hair away from your face.

“I thought about it my love, I thought about cutting off these pretty arms and legs and throwing you off the bridge in a cement block but I can’t do that to my pretty little thing, now can I?”

You felt hot tears sting your eyes, this was so much worse than death.

“Ah ah ah, don’t cry. We’re going to have fun tonight, you can even wear one of those many pretty dresses we have tucked away. Let me show everyone my beautiful wife in all her glory”

Rumlow left, arriving a moment later with a black cut out dress that hardly covered much more than the underwear in your closet. It had thin straps with a deep cinched neck line that accentuated your cleavage. You were seething. You would have worn this for him; he deserved your body, heart and soul. Not this god awful pent up manwhore in heat.

Ever the gentleman, he decided to leave you to get changed “Oh, and do your makeup nicely sweet heart. You know the look I like. And cover up the bruises” He smirked at the doorway, before nodding at Loki to lock the door.

The car ride silent as his hand caressed your exposed thigh. You tugged at the dress, trying to cover yourself from him but he gripped your wrist, preventing you from moving.

“What are you trying to cover up; do you only reserve your body for others?” His voice turned ice cold, as he glared at you, suddenly grinning again as the vehicle came to a stop, the harsh neon lights momentarily blinding you.

Cross Bones. He brought you to his club.

He grabbed your wrist, dragging you out of the car through the crowds to the booths that overlooked the club. You thought you noticed a familiar blonde off to the side, but you were hauled up the stairs before you could do anything.

He pushed you onto the large couch, snapping his fingers as a waitress passed by handing him a bottle of vodka. He took a large swing, downing nearly half the bottle before falling beside you, grinning wildly at your discomfort.

“Unhappy are we? Do you know how unhappy I am? Married to someone who should be thanking me for sparing them, who should let me, have access to her whenever I want” He moved his hand to grab your face, his fingers digging into your cheeks.

“But what did I get? NOTHING! For fucking months, nothing. And I leave for a night and you’re ready to spread your legs open for someone else? You want him?! YOU CANT FUCKING HAVE HIM”

He took another swing, setting the bottle closer to you.

“Let’s show these people baby, let’s show all these people who you belong to” His words slurred as he started to move his hands between your knees trying to pry them open. Your mind began to race, you needed at out. You grabbed the bottle, smashing it onto his face.

“YOU FUCKING BI-”

You used the broken end of the bottle to hit him again, causing him to double over pain as shards of glass cut through his face.

You ran out of the club, tears streaming down your face, hardly noticing others stopping and staring at your disheveled appearance. You nearly screamed as you felt a warm hand grab your shoulder pulling you to the side. You turned to see a kind set of light blue eyes looking down at you.

“Y/n-

“Steve please” Your voice was pleading for him to do something, anything.

“Its okay sweet heart, here” Steve slipped his blazer off, wrapping it around you before leading you to the SUV. The drive to was silent. He didn’t prod; the pain in your voice was enough for his blood to boil. You shifted nervously as you noticed 3 cars followed behind. Steve saw your anxious shifting; gently squeezing your hand “It’s okay. They’re with us”

You remained motionless as the cars pulled into the drive way. Steve sat with you as you saw the other men you hadn’t seen before emerge from the cars. There was a tall handsome black man along with a larger blonde who had long hair that passed by, flashing you warm smiles before entering the mansion. A significantly younger boy passed, shyly waving at you before running to catch up with the other two.

A familiar figure emerged from the doors, your heart raced as you jumped out of the car, you’d never leave his arms again.

“Doll?”

You ran into Bucky’s arms, clinging onto him, inhaling his scent as tears flooded your vision.

“Doll, look at me, are you okay?”

You were unable to speak, shaking your head, burying yourself further into his chest. Bucky’s hands began to move quicker than his mind as he lifted you into his arms, carrying you over to his master bed room. He set you down on the bed, pulling away to see if you were hurt anywhere. You continued to cling onto him, pulling him back to you, never wanting to let go.

“Y/n, baby I just want to see if you’re okay” He tried to reason with you as you tighten your grip around him.

“Please, please don’t let go” You whimpered, reluctantly pulling back. Your makeup had smeared from your tears; blue and purple tints peaked from where you had poorly tried to cover up bruises that littered your neck. He took a deep breath before speaking, as he focused back on you while slipping off Steve’s blazer. Bucky felt hot anger course through his veins, struggling to remain calm as he saw more bruises on your arms and wrists.

“When did he do this to you?”

You shook your head, unable to remember exactly when anything happened. The week you had been locked up he hadn’t touched you but you had lost all sense of time.

“Does it hurt babydoll?” You nodded, but your body wasn’t the one in pain.

“Please show me baby where, I just want you to be okay” Bucky’s eyes were pleading with you, as his fingers skimmed over the bruises, careful not to hurt you.

“It hurts” Tears streamed down your face as you brought his hand to your chest to wear your heart was pounding. “I want to feel something, please. Make it stop, take the pain away”

“Baby…” Bucky rested his forehead against yours, pulling you into his lap. “I want to, I want to so badly, but please let me take care of you first”

You shook your head, grasping the collar of his shirt, your lips brushing against his. He groaned as his hands made its way to your waist, gently laying you down onto the soft pillows. You looked up at him, kissing his lips softly.

“Please James”

Part 5

Also thank you to those who enjoy reading and supporting my writing, you’re amazing <3

Tags: @glxwingrxse

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buckybarnesandmarvel · 3 years ago

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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏: 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟕𝐭𝐡: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞

pairings: bucky x reader

warnings: fluff

summary: bucky decides to treat his girl

a/n: okay, so this is for bucky barnes appreciation week 2022. i think this is a really cute idea :)

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“Doll? Are you ready?” Bucky shouted from the door.

“Almost!”

You zipped up your dress and applied some final touches to your attire. You quickly swiped some dark red lipstick to go with your short, black dress. It complimented your skin tone perfectly and you smiled happily as you gave a small twirl by the mirror.

Bucky was taking you out on a date night; something romantic yet casual. He hadn’t told you what it was, though.

“It’s a surprise, doll.” He told you as he picked out some suitable clothes for the night, laying them on the bed.

Now, almost an hour later, you were ready. You grabbed your purse from the bed and headed out, closing the door of your shared bedroom behind you.

You went to the hallway, where you spotted Bucky and your jaw dropped. He always looked good, but... damn. He wore a tight fitting, black dress shirt with dark blue trousers with a matching blazer. His long hair was slicked back at the nape of his neck, his beard now a stubble.

He watched your expression, letting out a small chuckle. Bucky placed his hands on your hips, pulling you towards him and placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

“C’mon, doll, or we’re gonna be late.” His voice was barely a whisper. He wrapped his arm around your waist and took you to the car.

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No more than 10 minutes later, you had arrived. The place was an Italian restaurant that had opened up a few months ago. You and Bucky had always wanted to try it out but you had never gotten the time.

But now you were here.

On the outside, the place was huge, yet homey. You took in your surroundings as you stepped through the door and into the small line, Bucky’s arm still securely wrapped around your middle.

The main colours of the restaurant were off-white, bordering onto grey, and black. Large chandeliers hung from the ceiling, but the lights were dim, making the place feel cozy. The host asked you for the booking details as you reached the front.

“It should be under the name, Barnes.”

“Of course… Barnes… 7o’clock. Right this way, sir.”

He led you to a small table at the far end of the room, before heading back.

“This is beautiful, Bucky, thank you.”

“Just want the best for my girl.” Bucky replied, winking. He pulled out your chair for you, waiting for you to sit down before pushing it back in; you giggled at his antics.

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Dinner went smoothly. The two of you ordered your respective dishes and conversation flowed easily. It always did with Bucky. You talked about anything and everything that came to mind. And, of course, the date couldn’t proceed without some mild flirting.

The smile hadn’t left your face throughout the whole evening and Bucky’s face mirrored your expression. You watched as his eyes lit up, and crinkled at the edges whenever he laughed. Bucky deserved all of this. All of this happiness. And you were just glad to be the one able to give it to him.

You finished up, before leaving the restaurant, hand-in-hand. Bucky draped his blazer over your bare shoulders, the material soft and warm on your skin, as you waited for the ride. You turned and faced Bucky, locking your hands around his neck, your fingers toying with the hair at the nape.

Gazing into his eyes, you placed a sweet kiss onto his pink lips, lingering there for a few seconds. Bucky tightened his grip on your waist, his fingers gently digging into the silky fabric of your dress.

Pulling back for air, you gazed into Bucky’s cerulean eyes, once again, before whispering, your words curling the edge of his lips into a smile.

“I love you, thank you.”

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this was so cute! thank you for reading!

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bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky · 3 years ago

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The Whole Time | Bucky x Reader

Hi, friends! This actually comes from me being at my sister's house this evening and seeing how disgustingly cute she and her husband are. In the words of Jessica Day, "Ugh, couples. Boo. Hiss".

Send me your comments, requests, and / or suggestions! 🥰

Tag list: @beefybuckrrito @shadytalementality @everything-burns-down @rainbow-unicorn-pony @mandersshow @emetophilily @breakablebarnes @glxwingrxse 💘

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Bucky crashed down on the couch after a long shower, finally ridding his body of the dirt, grime, and blood that always followed after a tough mission. He maneuvered himself as close to you as possible, letting his head rest against your sternum, and sighing contentedly as he listened to your heartbeat. His arms snaked around you and held you tight, proving to you just how much he'd missed you over the last week.

Your nails found his skin, lightly tracing delicate patterns along his back, and you smiled as he hummed in approval. He let his eyes flutter closed and finally looked like he was at peace, his normally furrowed brow relaxing against your chest.

"I missed you, baby" he murmured, squeezing you just a bit tighter as he spoke, "I thought about you the whole time I was gone".

You laughed at his exaggeration, whispering an "I missed you too, Buck" as you continued to scratch his back.

His head rose from your chest and he looked you deep in the eye, his tired features staring you down. "What's so funny, sweetheart?" he asked with faux-offense, and you laughed again, throwing him an eye roll.

"You thought about me the whole time you were gone? Really?"

He nodded dramatically, shaking the couch as he did so.

"The whoooole time, Buck?"

"The whole time, baby."

"Weren't you there to like, fight bad guys or something?"

"I can fight bad guys and think about you at the same time. It's called multitasking, sweets".

He pressed a kiss to your neck, smiling against your skin as he heard his favorite sound in the world: your laugh.

"Alright, alright, fine. You were multitasking. I guess I should be impressed" you quipped, and he nodded, settling his head on your chest once again. Within moments, his eyes were closed and he was teetering on the edge of falling asleep. Before he could drift off, though, he snapped his eyes open and blinked a few times, trying to stay awake.

"Buck, what are you doing? You're exhausted. Go to sleep, babe. Come on, let's get you to bed".

He shook his head against your chest in protest. "No, no, I'm fine," he lied, "we can stay out here."

You huffed at him, making him look up at you and meet your dissatisfied stare. "I don't wanna go to sleep yet, doll. I just got home after not seeing you for a week...If I go to sleep now, I'll barely have gotten to spend any time with you".

Your heart melted at his words, and you leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. "Buck, we have all day tomorrow and all the days after that- until your next mission. Just please let yourself get some rest, you need it".

He let his forehead fall dramatically against your sternum before nodding, unwinding his arms from your waist, and pushing himself up off of you. You turned off the tv and took his hand in yours, leading his exhausted body to bed.

"Come here, Barnes" you said as you laid down, tapping on your chest. His head found its rightful resting place against your sternum and you let out a relieved sigh.

"Doll, could you do me a favor?"

"Of course, Buck."

"Would you- would you play with my hair till I fall asleep? I really missed that."

Without hesitating, your hands found his soft locks and weaved through them gently, eliciting a quiet "hmmm" from Bucky. He fought sleep just a few moments longer, making sure he told you he loved you before falling unconscious.

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spilledkauffie · 4 years ago

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Game Night

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Word Count: 2.2k T/W: fluff A/N: Part 2 of Bingo — a few months later

I am SO SORRY this took me way longer to post than it should have!

Bucky Tag List: @anreeixcobra ❤︎ @tsnelf7 ❤︎ @fandom-princess-forevermore

It was Friday night, which meant one thing: Game Night. Ever since Yori introduced you at Bingo, you made it a tradition in your relationship to play board games on Fridays. For the most part you kept it to fairly modern games, but tonight was going to be a surprise.

Tonight it was your place, 8 o’clock. Bucky showed up with a six pack of root-beer in glass bottles. You added a few to the fridge as he found his usual seat at your apartment table. He waited for you to round the small apartment’s bar and join him. Sliding the glass bottles across the table to Bucky, you smiled, biting in your bottom lip, as he slid your bottle back, now without its top.

Easily he popped the top off his own bottle with his left hand; it was as he was about to take a sip that he caught sight of your look, “what?” he furrowed his eyebrows, questionably.

“So. . . tonight,” you tried not to giggle.

“What?” Bucky asked again, this time finding himself following your smile despite his will not to.

“Tonight is going to be special,” you clasped your hands together, “because I found some stuff that’s as old as you.”

“Wow, thanks,” Bucky said sarcastically, taking a sip, shaking his head, blinking softly as he saw you rush to convince him it would be fun. Sighing deeply, he gave in, “alright, what is it?”

“I’ll be right back,” you twirled on your heel and left the room.

Returning to shaking his head and the glass bottle, he paused after settling the bottle on the table. It’d been a long time since anyone cared about anything actually as old as him. He’d been pretty good at keeping up with the times, a lot of things he knew just got an upgrade, but the thought of something from his actual childhood felt a little heartwarming.

“Okay,” you declared, reentering the room with a stack of vintage boxes in your arms that made Bucky lean back in his chair out of shock, “here we are.”

His jaw dropped a little at what you had brought out as you set the stack on the table. Watching you take a deep breath and exhale with a smirk, he shook his head, this time silently asking “how?” You set your hands atop the stack, rapping your fingers across the top box as you smiled again.

Smoothing your hands out across the box top, you cleared your throat, “no peeking,” bringing Bucky’s attention entirely to you.

“Option number one,” you held up the rectangular shape with severely faded letters across it, “Scrabble, released 1938.” The box very gently met the table, “option number two,” you looked at him attempting not to giggle as you saw him cross his arms over his chest, genuinely listening to you intently, “Sorry! released 1934, Battleship, original pen and paper game,” you clarified, he lifted his eyebrows, impressed, “and last but not least, Monopoly, released 1935.”

“Wow, you uh- you really did your research,” he commented, looking over the stack of authentically vintage boxes.

“Of course,” you shrugged with a smile, “my boyfriend’s 106, if I want to bring back some childhood nostalgia, that requires some research. . . and late hour ebay bidding in our case.”

He nodded, a faint smile showing, before it faded with his next words, “I hope you didn’t do too much research on me,” he looked up, hand resting on Monopoly.

You calmly slid down into the seat across from him and stared with a kind smile still on your lips, reaching to touch his hand, you stroked your thumb against his knuckles, “I’m more of a first hand account, direct source, kind of girl when it comes to people,” the corner of his mouth tugged into a smile.

You knew, just not everything, and he wasn’t sure he was prepared to have another living soul know it all quite yet. Luckily, you were someone who seemed to actually understand that.

“Or,” you announced, lifting a pointer finger, as if requesting a pause whilst you went to a nearby drawer, returning with a much smaller box, “we can get really really old school, even for you” the box met the table top, “standard 52 card deck, English edition, circa 1516. . .obviously not original.”

Bucky chuckled, looking to you, tonguing his cheek, before picking up the cards, “I hate to tell you, but that’s just a little before my time,” he squinted at you, teasingly.

Biting your lip, your shoulders shifted with the giggle that came after his comment, “so, come on,” you sat back down, this time with your elbows on the table and hands laced, to support your resting chin on top of them, “what should I beat your butt in?”

“Oh,” Bucky, attempting to appear insulted, began raising his eyebrows, “you think?”

“Yeah,” you laughed your words while looking at his serious face, “I think, better yet, I know.”

“Well, I don’t know where you get your confidence from. You know you are talking to a local senior Bingo night champion,” he shrugged with a head tilt, as if that was supposed to be a big deal.

“Woooow,” you drew out, smiling uncontrollably.

“But,” he sighed, “okay,” he shook his head once, accepting your challenge, “let’s go, you’re on! Monopoly,” he brought the box towards himself as you set the others on the floor next to your chair.

You watched as he picked up the little metal pieces, examining each one individually. There was an expression you’d never seen before, he was remembering something positive from his past. A memory that sparked a smile that you helped bring about. He surveyed the board, with all its bright colours and familiar street names.

“It’s been-” he paused, looking upward, doing the math in his head, “it’s been 85 years since I played this game,” setting each piece he stopped at the boat, laughing to himself, “you know, Steve used to always be the battleship.”

A soft smile came across your lips, while you watched him remember exactly how to set it up. You picked the Scottie dog and he picked the vintage race car piece.

“Were you always the race car?” you ventured, wanting to know more about his childhood, you knew he didn’t talk about it often.

“Oh,” he glanced to the piece he had just naturally picked up without a thought, “yeah, well, I think,” he gave a quick, but somber smile, before clearing his throat, and actually looking up, “and my sister, whenever she’d actually manage to get mom and dad to let her stay up with us, she’d always be the thimble,” he leaned back in his chair, smiling, “whenever it was her turn to move she’d put it on her finger and hop it down the street names.” He leaned back to the table, “we never made her go to jail, even if she landed on it, Steve would make up some rule that let her skip it.”

“That’s really sweet of you guys,” you said, looking softly at his smile.

“Yeah,” he swallowed, “but don’t think you can skip jail,” he changed his tone, preferring not to dwell on the past even if it was positive.

“Don’t think I’ll be visiting,” you smirk confidently, “better watch out for the money man yourself.”

“Wow, who is this?” he dropped his jaw, “she’s so sarcastic, does Yori know this side of you? Do you sneak jellybeans under the table or something evil like that?”

Laughing, you took your root-beer, “just give me my $1,500 so the smack down can actually begin.”

Two hours later, after a long battle between Boardwalk, control over the railroads, and many, many visits to jail, you sat back, lips quirked, arms across your chest as your little Scottie sat in jail.

“And three thousand, six hundred, and five. . . I’m sorry, but that leaves you,” Bucky set his elbows on the table, wincing at you, “bankrupt.”

“Fine,” you huffed jokingly, giving your best pout,“you win.”

“Aww, c’mon,” Bucky reached out a hand to touch your forearm comfortingly, accompanied by a smile you couldn’t deny.

“You wanna go again?” You offered seriously, resting your hand on top of his tenderly, happy to see him so happy.

“It was really fun, but let’s play something else, this time you pick,” he offered.

Breaking into a smile, you gave a nod, and he asked what you had in mind. It took a moment, you wanted to make this good, and you wanted to see it be a little more of a struggle for him, if you were honest.

“You know, I know it’s later than your. . .original timeline, but there’s this fantastic game called Twister,” you smirked, perking an eyebrow to ask if he was up for it.

“Twister?” He repeated you, tilting his head like a confused puppy, “what’s Twister?”

“I’ll show you, but,” you glanced over to your small apartment living room, “we might need to arrange the furniture a little.”

“Don’t worry,” Bucky stood, “I can handle that.”

Smiling, you stand, “okay, just push it all to one side, I’ll get the game.”

Ten minutes later, shoeless, you both stood looking over the polka dotted sheet on the floor. Nodding happily to yourself, Bucky shook his head almost in fear.

“Make sense?” You asked, having just explained the very simple rules, you turned to face him.

“Oh, I’m sorry I asked,” he sighed, shouldering off his jacket and tossing it onto the couch along with his glove, “yeah, it makes sense,” he set his hands on his hips, pondering this new game intently.

“Okay, you first,” you held up the spinning arrow, and began.

One hand and foot at a time, sometimes struggling to reach the spinner, but you both made it work pretty well. Having kept to one side of the sheet, it came time to get a smidge more twisted.

Bucky managed to keep balanced and spin a green dot with his left arm, conveniently it placed him right over you. As he began to reach for green, he carefully calculated how best to approach the green dot in order to keep his balance. It was a pretty far reach and he’d need to balance himself whilst reaching over you.

“What’s the matter old man, can’t quite move like you used to?” you shamelessly giggled.

Raising his eyebrows at your tone, “ohhh, wow,” Bucky said sincerely, finally placing his left arm over you and to a green dot, now above you he tilted his head sassily, “respect your elders.”

His last sentence only made your giggle turn into a genuine laugh. You closed your eyes and threw your head back a little. Admittedly, Bucky thought it was funny too, but he didn’t laugh, he just took in your smile and the sound of your laugh, enjoying every single moment of it.

When you brought your head back up, you were about to respond sassily, but instead you found his lips meeting yours. With a small squeak of surprise, you relaxed into the kiss, glad that he was finally confident enough with you to take a chance now and then. He tasted like vanilla root beer, which mixed wonderfully with the scent of his cologne you were finally close enough to smell.

It was soft and slow at first, but slowly, with his right hand palming the arch of your back, you eased into his touch, lower back almost meeting the floor as you both sunk down a little. You completely forgot about the game, as you reached your arms around his neck gently. Keeping the kiss close, you felt him hesitate to deepen it, so you gave him a small sign of encouragement, by moving your hand to the side of his neck, naturally bringing him even closer.

You had no idea how long you’d been there, on that polka dot sheet, but it was such bliss that you didn’t even care. Smiling into the kiss, you felt him smile back.

Parting, he pressed his forehead to yours, “I win,” he whispered, lips in a smile.

“What?” was all you could ask, still mesmerised by the kiss.

Bucky motioned his head to his left arm which happened to have been keeping the two of you steady. . . all the while remaining on the green dot. You dropped your arms from around his neck, to the floor, elbows supporting you as you looked up at him, shaking your head.

“That does not count, Bucky,” you tried not to smile as he kept his arm as still as possible.

“What? But my hand’s still on green,” he dramatically gestured to it, making you bite your lip to repress a giggle, trying to match his seriousness.

Shoving his chest directly above you, he feigned an ‘ow!’ before you softly pull him closer again.

“If I kiss you are you gonna hit me again?”

You smirk, “I might if you don’t.”

Bucky smiled, lips almost touching yours, “alright, sorry,” he smiled, voice almost a whisper as his lips brushed against yours, “I’m still learning the rules to this game.”

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loving-all-for-loki · 3 years ago

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Chapter 5: Dangers of love

Loki x reader, Bucky x reader

Word Count: 3273

Warnings: graphic description of injury, swearing

Tag List: @caffeineoverloadandstudying @zizzlekwum @magicalpieex @lokiyoulittle @daddysfavoritesexkitten @buckylokisimp

A/N: Okay, so I got a little carried away with this chapter because things are heated! We got some Bucky vs Loki conflict as well as hurt Bucky. It’s time to spice some things up in this love story.

“We need you! Bucky got hurt and may not live! We need you to save him!”

Panic begins to set in as you scramble to get off of Loki. You run towards Sam who’s eyes still dart between you and Loki who is laying on the floor, face covered in a disappointed appearance. Sam grabs your hand and pulls you toward the Quinjet, running as fast as you can.

Loki lays on the ground and watches you run off with Sam. The feeling of your body on top of him lingers and his eyes miss the sight of you. He knows Bucky is hurt and your job is to heal, but he can’t help but feel jealous. You at their beckoning call. Pulling you away from him. He wanted to keep you there on top of him… forever, but Bucky once again steals you from him. Loki finds his way to his bedroom, saddened by your sudden absence and filing his time with something else.

You and Sam rush in the Quinjet as the door starts to close. You sit down and stare at the floor, dreading the sight that is about to be in front of you, as Sam rushes to get some basic gear to cover you. He straps on a helmet and a bullet proof vest to you in a frantic manner, struggling to clasp the buckles. His hands are shaking, so you place yours on his, forcing him to look at you. You give him a look of comfort, yet control. His anxiety melts at the calm fear in your eyes, knowing you’re just as scared but determined.

After 1 agonizing hour, you land in some unknown desert country filled by tents and soldiers. Sam grabs your wrist and starts sprinting to a broken and abandoned building surrounded by American soldiers. Steve stands at the door waiting for you. Stress blows off of him as he sees Sam dragging you behind him.

“Hurry, he’s barely holding on!” Steve yells.

The three of you enter the building and rush to the second floor where Natasha is leaning over Bucky, putting pressure on the wound.

“Two bullets below the heart and one to the left. They barely missed, but he’s bleeding out like a bitch. There was also a large boulder on him so I’m sure there’s internal damage,” she informs.

You drop to your knees and lean over Bucky. He looks up to you, face full of pain and desperation. Even in his own demise, he gives you a smile and warm eyes. You shake your head at him, You’re not supposed to die you idiot, you thought. Taking Natasha’s hands, you force her to push on his bullet wound harder, implying she isn’t putting enough pressure on it. Steve and Sam stand behind you panicking, but informing the rest of the team through the intercom.

“Yeah, she’s here… I’m not sure… let’s hope,” Steve mutters.

Earlier…

Bullets are flying through the air as Bucky attempts to run around. Their camp was attacked late last night when no one was prepared and the battle has been going on for hours. No one was sure where it came from at first, all that they did know is that they’re surrounded and out manned.

Steve and Bucky started running first, trying to get to the general and end things, but as buildings started to fall down, things got harder. Soldiers were getting trampled, crushed, hit. Rocks were flying everywhere within the rubble falling.

Bucky loses track of Steve, the two getting split up somewhere about ten minutes ago. Leaning against a large chunk of wall, Bucky sits and regains his breath. He looks over the wall seeing that no one is near him. After all of this fighting, Bucky prays they’ll be taken home finally, knowing the opposing enemy is almost out of tricks considering they did a surprise attack.

He can’t wait to get home. He can’t wait to feel you jump in his arms, lay on him as you read, lean your head on his shoulder when you can’t stay awake during a movie. Two weeks is too long to go without you after spending every day together for a while. He started getting antsy to see her three days ago. Knowing he can’t stay in his location forever, Bucky starts to get up and dash.

“Bucky, look up.” Steve says over the head set.

Bucky looks in front of him to see Steve hiding behind one of their trucks looking over by him.

“To the left, there are three soldiers, go the opposite direction and they won’t see you at all.”

Bucky nods to him and takes a deep breath. Turning to his right, Bucky stands and starts to sprint. Gunshots go off and completely drown out Steve yelling “to my left, not yours!”. He barely takes a step before feeling an awful pain in his shoulder.

In slow motion, Bucky feels himself slip and get pushed down by an invisible force. Another burst of pain hits below the first one and one to his other shoulder. His vision goes blurry as he falls, his back slamming into little rocks and pebbles. Hitting his head on the ground, everything goes dark.

Steve watches as his best friend gets shot three times. Fear settles in as he sprints over to Bucky, but the enemy sees him running. Quickly, they shoot the corner of the building next to them, sending shards down around Bucky’ unconscious body. Steve stops and blocks his face from the oncoming rubble, panicking about losing Bucky in the dust.

“Everyone, Bucky’s down! I need back up!” The dust settles and Steve sprints to Bucky and looks down, “Wake up, Buck. Come on.”

Steve takes Bucky by his shoulders before realizing the bullet holes beneath his thumbs. He wildly lets go of Bucky as he stares at the open wound. Blood gushes out of Bucky as he lies in the sand.

Next thing Steve knows, there are S.H.I.E.L.D agents surrounding him with their shields and Natasha is joining him on the ground. Natasha carefully picks up Bucky’s shoulders as Steve grabs his ankles. They attempt to drag him to the building when they notice opposing men in the main floor.

“Someone clear the building for us! We need to get him to safety!” Steve yells over the intercoms.

“I got you.”

Tony flies over in his suit, shooting down the men in the building and around the perimeters as Steve and Natasha drag Bucky inside.

“We’ve got him secured, but we need someone quick before we lose him!”

“Steve, doesn’t Y/N have healing powers?” Tony inquires.

“Holy crap, yes. Sam! Get to the Quinjet fast, we need Y/N!”

“Copy that.”

Sam sprints to the Quinjet with adrenaline bouncing through his veins.

“I need someone to watch the building as we wait,” Steve orders, “Nat, put pressure on the wounds, I’m going out to defend for a moment.”

“Will do.”

Steve rushes out of the building to find the agents from earlier setting up a temporary barricade. Thor runs over out of breath and covers for them. Steve watches Sam running back, praying that he can get there in time with Y/N to help Bucky, but for now they have to keep fighting.

Steve watches as you stare at Bucky, praying that you know what you are doing. He can see the panic in your eyes as you look down at Bucky. He knows that fear. It’s doubt. It’s the same doubt he felt when he was first in charge of a mission. The tears start coming in your eyes as you look up to Steve.

“You’ve got this,” he comforts, “I know you do.”

You look over to Natasha and nod for her to let go of the wounds. She quickly pushes herself away as you take control. Putting pressure onto the wounds, you close your eyes and focus. You feel the powers surging through your body and pouring into Bucky.

Steve and Natasha stare at you in awe. Light emerges from your body, surrounding you and Bucky, but not blinding them. You look so graceful as you pour your heart and soul into him. The blood starts clotting as it comes out before it stops all together, but as it stops, they watch as the light from you slowly flickers. You start to wobble over his body, looking more tired as you go on.

“Is it working?” Sam asks.

“I think so, but somethings wrong.” Steve answers.

Steve rushes to your side, holding you up from the back as you start to fall over. You start to get light headed as you pour all of your energy into Bucky. Opening your eyes for one second, you see the wounds not closing up between your fingers. They’re too deep for you to comfortably heal.

You take your hands off of Bucky for a second to lean back. Steve catches you as your arms barely keep your body up as Natasha rushes over back by Bucky, applying pressure again but not as much.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks.

You lift your hand to shake it, signaling you're fine before holding up your index to signal that you need one moment. Steve holds you tight, almost laying you across his lap. He looks over to Sam who’s staring at you.

“It’s like she ran out of energy,” Steve comments.

“It might be too much for her. I think we have to pull back and go home.”

“Sam, you know how much I love Bucky, but we’re so close to finishing this.”

“I can contact Fury or Coulson and see if we can get sent back, the rest of the soldiers can stay here and fight until called.”

“Then do it.”

Sam furiously runs back to the Quinjet to get a better signal, hoping they’ll be able to take Bucky back home. Steve looks down at your tired body sprawled across him. You start to waken a little bit more, looking over to Bucky in determination.

“Wait, Y/N. Do you think it’s a good idea to-”

You ignore Steve as you push Natasha off of Bucky. You get up on your knees before taking Bucky again and emptying all your energy. The brightest light Steve and Nat have ever seen comes out of nowhere, shining from your body.

People describe a terrifying event that their “soul had left their body”, but you literally feel every fiber in your body get drained. You lose breath, surrendering everything you have in you. Bucky starts to stir, coughing as he gains consciousness. Steve rushes to his side and holds his head up. Shielding his eyes, Steve sees your eyes go completely white, glowing as if the sun had entered you. Your face has gone blank as you black out, losing yourself in healing Bucky.

Nat runs to your side as the light disappears at once. You fall over as she catches you, trying to keep you from hitting your head on the ground. There’s silence in the building as Nat and Steve attempt to get both you and Bucky up before Sam stumbles in.

“We can go back! What happene-”

“No time to explain,” Steve interrupts, “Avengers, fall back. We’re heading home immediately.”

The Avengers sprint back to the Quinjet. Sam carries you as Steve carries the limping Bucky back, setting you both down on the floor. Clint and Wanda run inside as see you and Bucky swapped appearances. Wanda starts asking a million questions that Nat tries to answer as they take off.

“Steve,” Bucky coughs, “what’s going on?” “We’re heading back to the compound. You were injured severely and Y/N saved your life.”

“But I thought she was back at the-”

“Sam got her after you got shot. She did everything she could.”

Steve nods over in your direction. Bucky looks over to see you passed out on the ground, Natasha and Sam tending to you. He starts to panic at the sight of your paralyzed body lays next to him.

“Bucky, you have to hold still. Your wounds are still-”

“No, no, no, no, no, no.”

“Bucky, calm down!”

Bucky whips his head to look at Steve who’s frantically trying to keep him on the ground in a sederatary fashion.

“I can’t Steve. Is she alive?”

“She’s fine. You need to worry about yourself. She’s tired.”

“You promise?”

Bucky searches for an answer in Steve's eyes, but he knows Steve can’t promise that. No one really knows if you’re okay. There’s a tense silence throughout the quinjet as it flies home.

Loki hears the engine of the quinjet as it lands. He rushes off the couch to stand at the tower’s bridge doors, watching it land. As the door opens, he hurriedly walks onto the bridge looking around each Avenger as they walk out to see you. Steve and Tony stop when they see the writings on Loki’s body, recognizing your handwriting from the notes on Bucky’s arms.

“What the-” Tony mutters.

“Where is she?” Loki asks worriedly.

Sam steps off the quinjet carrying your body bridal style. Loki rushes to him as the other Avengers stare at him in awe. Laying his hand on your forehead, Loki reads your brain to find you asleep. He forces you awake with his magic, having awakened in Sam’s arms. You look up to see Sam holding you and Loki next to you. Reaching out, Loki takes your limp body from Sam, carrying you to the med bay as the Avengers follow behind. Bucky watches as he leans on Steve’s shoulders, anger rising in his body from seeing Loki’s appearance and behavior towards you. Everyone glances at one another in disbelief of the sight in front of them.

You don’t remember falling asleep again, but you wake up in a bed in the med bay. Loki sits on a chair next to you asleep. By the looks of it, he hasn’t been able to sleep in a while. His hair is all distressed and there are bags forming under his eyes. You try to sit up before you feel a pounding headache start.

Loki wakes at the sound of you rustling around in the bed. He sees you gripping your forehead in pain.

“You’re awake. Careful, your body may still be weak,” he warns.

You smile at him for being so kind to you. Loki reaches for a water bottle sitting on the stand beside your bed and a small container of pills.

“Take these. I was told they would help.”

He hands you the little bottle of Advil and the water. You timidly take them from him and take one pill. Your hands are still shaking from how tired you are. Loki gives you a gentle smile, but you can see the sadness behind it. Your state of being concerns him, seeing how exhausted you are. “Are you feeling okay?”

You nod weakly with a smile, trying to comfort him, but you know until you have complete strength, nothing will make him feel better. The two of you sit silently for a moment before Loki gasps and pats down his pockets.

“I forgot… I have your pen.”

He hands you the ball point pen you use to write on him, which makes you smile. Why does he have this on him? You think.

“Just in case you need to tell me something you can’t sign.”

You look at him confused.

“I can read minds.”

All of the thoughts you’ve had about him run into his head. You freak out internally, wondering what all he had read.

“Don’t worry, I don’t read it often. In fact, this is the first time I’ve read your mind.”

He leans forward and sets his leg on your bed, pulling up on his pants to reveal his ankle.

Good.

Loki chuckles at you. He likes being able to talk to you, even if it’s through pen and skin.

The Avengers sit outside your room, listening to Loki talk to you. They give each other quizzical looks as they hear Loki laugh.

“Do you think he’s torturing her?” Tony asks.

“Oh stop. Did you see the way he was covered in writing? They clearly bonded while we were done,” Nat points out.

“Oh they did more than bond.

Everyone looks at Sam, confused about his comment.

“When I came to get Y/N, I found her on top of Loki on the ground. She was laying on top of him and leaning over his face. It looked like they were about to make out or something.”

Bucky is fueled with rage at Sam’s description. Steve looks over to his friend to see Bucky’s hands in the tightest first he’s seen in a while. There is nothing but anger seeping through his eyes, jealous of the way Sam talks of the two. Bucky storms off towards the hallways before slamming his door closed. The team looks over to Steve worried, knowing Bucky has feelings for you.

Is Bucky okay?

“Yes, he is.” Loki’s heart drops. Even in your own pain and healing, you worry about Bucky. He forgot about your attachment to the solider due to his own growing feelings for you. “He’s alive and doing well, thanks to you. You’re a good person.”

It’s the right thing to do. I don’t like it when my friends die.

A little flutter of hope flickers in Loki’s mind when you refer to Busy as a friend. He knows that you have more of a relationship with Bucky than the others, but ‘friend’ gived him hope.

“Most people don’t like it when friends die, but I won’t lie dear, I’m surprised you consider him a friend.”

He knows what he’s doing by starting this conversation, but better to have his feelings squashed now then later when he’s ever more attached to you.

What do you mean?

“It just seems like you and him have a special bond.”

Like a dating bond?

“I suppose you could say that.”

No, we’re just friends. Besides, I like you.

Loki meets your eyes to see nothing but warmth and comfort.

“I like you, too. You’re much more enjoyable than the others.”

The next day comes and you’ve gained more energy, enough to get out of bed. Feeling the cold floor on your feet for the first time sparks new joy and hope. You grab onto Loki’s arm, who hasn’t left the med bay since he brought you there. Slowly, the two of you shuffle out of the room and into the elevator.

As the elevator opens us, the Avengers laying in the main room turn to see you weakly walking, clinging on to Loki as you move. He looks down at you with a proud smile across his face. Bucky watches from the kitchen with jealousy in his eyes. Steve gives him a warning look, not daring him to do anything.

“Hey, Y/N,” Steve says sympathetically, “Are you feeling better?”

You nod with a smile which brings a smile to everyone’s face, except Bucky’s. When you spot him to your left, you notice the cold stoic face he gives you and the way he stares at Loki, his eyes burning holes at the writing on his fair skin.

“I’m taking her to my room so she can rest more,” Loki informs.

No one misses the way he says ‘my room’ and not ‘your room’ and they definitely don’t miss the way your hand slides from his biceps down his arm to tangle into his hand.

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movedvalkyriesryde · 5 years ago

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Masked Man - Part Four

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: An assassination attempt on who was thought to be her father’s killer brings information to light that could tear apart Y/N’s only family. The only one who seems to be able to help her is the man who her brother seemingly wants killed.

Word count: 2071

Warnings: Post Endgame (RIP faves), abusive family, violence, mention of suicide, death

A/N: Second to last part! I love me a slow burn and was super excited writing this part. Let me know what you think!! Thank you everyone for reading, you’re all amazing

Masterlist

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

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It was finally time to visit the barn in Germany. The air was dry and the breeze pierced into Y/N and Bucky’s faces as they walked across the field. Sam had given the all clear and entrusted their safety in Bucky alone. There wasn’t enough man power for a whole team to join the duo. Bucky was glad. He didn’t know what they were going to find and he wanted to be the one there for Y/N, whatever the outcome. Y/N was glad it was just the two of them as well for the same reason. She didn’t want to experience this with a stranger, she wanted it to be Bucky. She knew he had her best interests at heart and after confirming plans for the mission the two sat and talked. Yes, talked, Bucky shared stories from the 40’s and Y/N showed him her photo album. He was her friend, an ally and Y/N would be lying to herself if she said there wasn’t a bit of attraction for the super soldier either.

The duo stepped into the old barn together. It smelled of rotting wood and rust. Several bird’s nest sat atop the beaming and it was filled with old farm equipment, most of which was too rusted to ever work again. The barn had been sitting untouched for thirty plus years according to Y/N. Bucky looked for any hint of movement in the dust and dirt that had piled up. It was difficult seen as not even Otto had been to the barn for years. As he walked towards one of the old tractors he noticed something under his feet, there was less hay, less dirt and no sign of animal droppings. Behind the vehicle it was even more apparent.

“Y/N I think I found something.” Bucky called her over while he searched the wall for a handle or opening.

“Bucky, I think you’re standing on the door?” Y/N pushed the tall man to the side before kneeling down and brushing away the hay and dirt from atop the trap door. She looked up at Bucky from the ground who only shrugged in response to her discovery. They walked down the wooden steps, rounding the corner, neither of them were prepared for the sight before them.

It was just one room, not large, but not small either. Along three walls were floor to ceiling filing cabinets, all marked with year dates. In the middle of the room sat a metal work station, Bucky recognized it as similar to the ones in the labs at the compound.

Slowly, as if hesitant that if she was any faster it would all disappear. Y/N reached for one of the cabinets. She pulled it open and immediately knew what she was looking at. Bucky soon followed, opening a draw on the other side of the room.

FEB 2ND 2013 - SUBJECT: 13yrs F - TEST TWO: Responsive

Bucky’s eyes widened at the realization of what he was reading. The more they read the bigger the pit in Y/N’s stomach got. He had written everything down. Otto had kept a record of their entire lives together. Between each experiment file was one explaining the rest of the events of the day, from what they talked about over breakfast to what was on the telly after dinner.

July 8th 2012

Will has left. My son is gone. He told me it was my fault. I tried to talk to him but he wouldn’t listen. His body refuses to fuse with any serum I create. I hoped he would follow in my footsteps but no. I fear there was truth behind his words. I have failed him, I promised him power and fame and I have not given him that. The anger in his voice, the fire in his eyes. I fear what he is capable of. It is all my fault. Everything Will does will be my fault.

Y/N was never told why Will left. She assumed he was going to college, to grow up and leave home like every child does at some point. That’s what he told her when he found her again. She didn’t realize the guilt that weighed her father down every day. She didn’t realize the blame he put on himself after that day and that stayed with him, a constant reminder of his failure.

“Are you alright?” A gentle hand rested on her shoulder. The two stood around the table at the point. Paper was messily spread across it. Bucky knew this must be hard for her. He wanted to hold her, take the pain away. But he was too afraid to come any closer, afraid she would break under his touch.

“I’m fine. We should get going. Try and take as much of this as we can.” Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat. She was fine. It was not her fault, the results of the experiments were not her fault. They began bringing together the papers, planning to take as much as they could carry. Bucky kept a close eye on Y/N. She was strong but he could see how hard this had been on her. He wished he could make her forget it all.

“Leaving so soon?” A voice broke his train of thought. The two spun around seeing Will standing at the bottom of the stairs. He had a backpack slung over his shoulders, a gun lazily held in his hand and a smirk plastered across his face. Bucky was quick to pull out his own gun, pointing it at the man in front of him. Y/N immediately pulled her arm out across Bucky’s chest to indicate for him not to shoot her brother.

“Funny seeing you here sister.” Will stepped further into the room, his gun moving between the two of them. “And with none other than James Buchanan Barnes. You’re meant to be dead!” He pointed accusingly at Bucky who never let his composure falter. He wanted so badly to just shoot Will and be done with it but Y/N’s arm stopped him. This was her fight.

“What are you doing here?” Whatever strength Y/N thought she had was gone. This was her crossroads.

“Well, I’m here to receive father’s notes, give myself the powers I was promised by the old mad scientist. But I’m more interested in why you and the Winter Soldier are here.” Will stood with the shit-eating grin on his face, Bucky grunted at the mention of the Winter Soldier. That was not him. Y/N stood next to him, her arm still spread across his chest. Her left arm hung tucked in at her side, her hand closed in a fist that turned her knuckles white. She could feel the energy moving through her hand warming in response. She was angry, every word he said angered her. This was never about bringing justice to her father. She was a pawn in Will’s game.

“You know, I knew I should have left you on that street.”

“Stop it.” She muttered. He was trying to get a response.

“You’re no use to me, you couldn’t even kill the Winter Soldier, even after I have you no choice. You’re a failure.” Will spat his words at her just like he had done to her father.

“STOP IT!!” She will not fail her father, Y/N’s chest heaved with every breath she took. Bucky glanced down at her, worried she might provoke Will. He noticed her left hand clenching and un-clenching, it had a small glow to it, the same as when they first met and she broke free from the cable ties. Will stood shocked that his sister would ever yell at him.

“We have never failed you. You’re the one who failed us.” We. She was doing this for the man who taught her to be a hero. She would keep her promise. “YOU’RE the one who was never satisfied. YOU’RE the one who always wanted more. YOU’RE the one who killed out father!” Y/N grew louder and louder with every sentence until she was yelling. The warmth in her left hand was not got, her anger was boiling and she couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“Excuse me?!” Will exclaimed, raising his eyebrows. He held the gun up to Y/N who kept her eyes locked with his. Bucky adjusted his grip on his own weapon. Y/N’s arm still rested against his chest, if she had a plan she better do it fast.

“From when you left to his death he looked for you. He blamed himself for you hating him and walking out on us. YOU let the guilt eat away at him because you couldn’t let go of your pride. YOU’RE the one that put the gun in his hand! YOU’RE the one who made the guilt eat away at his sanity! YOU’RE the reason he killed himself! YOU’RE the reason he burned his office, he knew what you were capable off and he didn’t want you using his research.” Realization struck Y/N. All of it was because of Will. Will was the reason her father pushed her to do and be better after he left. Will was the reason behind his sleepless nights, his angry outbursts and his sad eyes. “YOU KILLED FATHER THE SECOND YOU WALKED OUT OF HIS LIFE AND LEFT ME WITH THE PIECES!!!” She held out her hand towards Will, not thinking before releasing the built up energy directly at his chest. The weapon dropped from his hand and he flung back first into the cabinets behind him, hitting his head on the edge and falling to the ground.

Y/N stood frozen, her right arm had dropped to her side but her left stayed out open palmed to where Will had stood. Bucky was quick to move, still holding his gun in his hand he moved towards Will’s lifeless body, kicking the weapon on the floor away from him. He felt no pulse. Bucky turned around to tell Y/N the news but what he saw was far worse. She was frozen, her eyes were clouded and her breathing jagged. He instantly moved towards her, swiftly placing the gun back in its holster and held Y/N’s face.

“Hey Y/N look at me. Focus on me.” His voice was soft and gentle, the same way it used to be when Steve had an asthma attack when they were kids. Y/N blinked, moving her eyes to look at Buck’s, they were so worried, so protecting, so safe. Her own began to pool with water and sobs attempted to escape her but she held onto them, feeling them push at her chest. Bucky’s fingers brushed away each tear as it came.

“Its over, you’re safe no. I got you okay?” He kept his voice low as he whispered to her. She was safe. Those words are what let the sobs escape as she fell to the ground, Bucky following her. Y/N pressed her hands into her face while she continued to sob. She felt it all, her father’s death, her brother’s betrayal. She felt all of it. All of the pain she had kept down for all those years rushed to the surface. Bucky sucked in a breath at the site before him. He pulled her into his body, her sobbing quieted as she melted into his chest, her arms holding onto his metal arm like if she let go he would leave.

“I got you. I’m not leaving. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you again.” He squeezed her body while she nodded at his words. “Always protect you.” He pressed his face into her hair, not sure if she could hear him but she squeezed his arm to tell him she had.

Bucky pressed a kiss to the back of her head and that’s where they stayed. They stayed sitting on the cold concrete floor intertwined together for hours or at least that’s what it felt like. Neither wanted to let go. They both sat in each other’s arms, eyes closed, like they were the only people in the world. Until Bucky’s phone rang and they were pulled apart with the reminder that no, they weren’t the only ones, Sam was alive as well and he wanted an update.

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queenofslytherin71 · 7 years ago

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Confession

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Request: I have a Bucky imagine on mind. It would be amazing if you could write it. So the reader and Bucky are partners and the reader has feelings for him. They go on a mission and she almost dies, so she realizes that life is to short to keep her emotions bottled up. So she tells him about her feelings and he warns her that he doesn’t do emotions well, but she still loves him.

Word count: 1180

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of blood and death. Fluff

A/N: This is for @who-cares-rn . Hope this is what you asked for and hope you all enjoy. Feedback is appreciated feel free to tell me where to improve in my writing. Love you. Xxx

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“Retreat back to the jet. The mission is accomplished,” Steve said through the earpiece. Bucky searched the abandoned building for any sign of you.

You whimpered when you firmly grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands. You bit your lip and shut your eyes, pulling the blade out of your right side. You screamed as it made its way out of you. The knife shone crimson with your blood. “Fuck.” You threw the knife into the snow.

“Doll where are you?” Bucky’s voice rang through your earpiece. You clutched your side.

“I’m outside the warehouse,” your voice broke as you tried to bite back the pain. The coldness of the snow seeping through your gear. Seconds later Bucky rushed out of the warehouse, his gun in hand. He fell down on his knees next to you. His eyes widened when he saw the blood gushing from your wound, staining the snow beneath you.

He cursed under his breath. “Steve, Y/N’s hit.”

“Where are you?” Steve asked, worry laced his voice.

“Outside the warehouse,” Bucky said.

“We’re coming.” Bucky took a deep breath, looking down at you.

“Shit Y/N. I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have left you.” He lifted you gently into his lap, caressing your hair. “It’s fine Buck, the mission was successful.” You closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his fingers in your hair rather than the searing pain that flared through your side.

“Fuck the mission, you’re hurt,” he clenched his jaw. He reached down and covered your bloody hand with his. You hissed. “We have to keep pressure on the wound.” You nodded, understanding.

This would’ve been a moment of bliss, if you weren’t in unbearable pain and if Bucky knew and reciprocated your feelings. You flinched in his embrace as waves of pain made curl up and bite your lip to silent the screams of agony that threatened to spill from your mouth. You opened your eyes and stared at Bucky’s blue eyes, looking down at you. His chestnut hair falling over his eyes. You thought this was now or never.

“Bucky?”

“Hmm?” He gave you a small smile. “Bucky I wanted to tell you this for a long time. I’ve…” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Tell me doll,” he encouraged. You took a deep breath. “I love you Bucky.” His mouth fell open slightly as he processed what you told him. “I just wanted to tell you, before it might be too late.” He was silent and you wish you knew what he was thinking.

“Y/N how can you love someone like me?” He turned his gaze away from you. The way he doubts himself made your heart clench. You clutched his hand tightly.

“Bucky I love you, because you’re such a brave, kind and compassionate person. After… everything you’ve been through… You still have a tender heart.” The tears shone in his brilliant blue eyes. He clutched your hand tighter.

“Y/N I love you too, always have, but I’m not good for you. There is no future with me doll.” He looked away from you and sighed. “ I’m a mess. You deserve someone better, someone good enough.” Bucky knew even if he had a chance to make you happy, you lay dying in his arms and he couldn’t do anything to save you. He felt so helpless as his tears fell freely.

“But you are,” you said softly. Your grip on his hand loosened and you closed your eyes. Bucky’s eyes widened. “No, no stay with me Y/N. Come on please. Wake up,” he shook you, but you were limp in his arms. He cupped your cheek and your skin was as cold as snow. He rested his head against yours. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” He muttered as he cried, rocking your body in his embrace.

By the sound of the beeping monitor and the smell of the fresh linen, you knew you were in a hospital room. You opened your eyes, squinting at the harsh light. You opened them fully. You were right, you were in a hospital room. Probably in the med bay in the compound you presumed. A tight bandage was wrapped around your middle and your side hurt when you shifted. You turned seeing dozens of bouquets of colourful flowers on your bedside table. You smiled knowing it was your teams doing. Next to your bedside was an empty chair, but a familiar leather jacket hung over it.

Bucky’s.

He was here.

You remembered what you confessed to Bucky on the mission and you groaned. Maybe you shouldn’t have told him. He clearly stated he wasn’t ready for a relationship. It broke your heart, but you would rather be friends with him than avoid him, because it would be unbearable not to be around him anymore.

The door opened, revealing a tired looking Bucky. His face lit up when he saw that you were awake. He closed the door. “Y/N how’re you feeling?” He asked walking towards you. You smiled. “It hurts, not much though.” He clasped your hand in both of his. “It’s good to hear that you’re feeling better. You scared me out there.” He chuckled nervously.

“Somehow you survived an incredible amount of blood loss, severe tissue damage and you also had signs of hypothermia says Dr. Cho.” You raised your brows.

“Bucky about what I sai…” He already knew what you were going to say. He cut you short.

“Doll when we were out in the field, you told me how you felt and I told you that I couldn’t be with you. It was because I was scared. Scared that I might lose you or that I may hurt you.” His fingers caressed your knuckles and his blue eyes pierced through you.

“I thought you were dead and it felt like it was too late to realize that I want to be with you, but then Dr. Cho said you were gonna be okay and I just knew that at least I have to give us a chance, because I love you.” You smiled at him, tears shining in your eyes. “I love you too Bucky.”

He grinned and came closer, cupping your cheeks lovingly, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb. Your lips brushed and you closed your eyes as his lips captured yours in a tender kiss. His tongue teased the seam of your bottom lip and you allowed him to enter your mouth. Your tongues danced together passionately. Bucky pulled away from you when suddenly there was a knock on the door and it swung open. Tony stepped in along with Natasha, Steve and Sam. They smirked, knowing at your breathless state, what you and Bucky were doing. Bucky pulled away from you. “Are you done chewing each others faces off? Because we would also like to see how Y/N is doing.” Sam said and your cheeks turned pink. Bucky smirked

“At least I have a girl,” he remarked and the team laughed when they saw Sam glare at Bucky.

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earlgreydream · 4 years ago

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enemies.

| bucky x reader | fluff |

requested by @fitzfiles enemies to lovers

this is technically a highschool au, but only slightly. we love bucky being a loveable ass out here

Your eyes narrowed and you glared at Bucky. You couldn’t stand him. Bucky was popular, flirtatious, and an asshole. He was always flirting with you at school, and you always felt like he was trying to make a joke of you in front of everyone. On top of that, it made other girls envy you, tainting friendships with jealousy.

It seemed like you were the only one who didn’t want Bucky Barnes.

“You’re such an ass!” You snapped at Bucky, who only laughed in response. You hated when he tilted his head to the side, the stupid smirk you loathed pulling at his lips.

“Don’t be like that, doll.”

“I’ll do whatever I want! Leave me alone, I’m not going to fall at your feet like everyone else!” You stood up from the library where he had been absolutely intent on distracting you from finishing your homework, the reason for the fight in the first place.

You were the only one who didn’t give him every ounce of attention he desired, and he was determined to get it.

You sat on your bed, a folder of history homework open in front of you. You studied with music softly in the background, needing a break from trying to study with Bucky bothering you every five seconds.

“Y/N,” your mom called your name as she walked in the door.

You looked up, setting down the document on World War II. Your father was behind her, and you grew uneasy, wondering what they possibly felt they needed to both talk to you about.

“We’re worried about you, dear.”

“Worried? Why?” you laughed, surprised by their explanation.

“We’re just concerned that you don’t have the same social life people your age have. You seem to always be up here, studying in your room. We want you to meet some people, and have some fun,” your father explained.

You were confused by the explanation. You spent most of your time at school, and around other students. You did have friends, but you also prioritized your grades. You certainly were not the hermit they were making you out to be.

“You don’t need to worry-”

“But darling, you’ve never dated. One of our friends has the most charming son, and we think he’d be perfect for you. We want to set you up.” Your mother was smiling, and you raised your eyebrows.

“Perfect for me?”

“Yes! He’s so charming, and he’s sweet. He’s also incredibly intelligent, his grades are wonderful. He travels a lot, you know, has that worldly kind of sense. And, he’s beautiful. We were thinking of setting the two of you up, having them over for dinner.”

You couldn’t deny that this sounded too good to be true. The boy they were describing sounded perfect for you, and although you cringed at the idea of your parents setting you up, you were intrigued.

“What is his name?”

“James!” She beamed, and you raised your eyebrows.

“I will go on one blind date with him, if you stop giving me a hard time about my social life.”

“One date. You can meet him at dinner tomorrow, and then the two of you must go on one date. If it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t work out. But try for us, honey.”

“I will, I promise,” you smiled at your parents, excited and nervous to meet your supposed dream-man.

You dressed up for dinner once you were home from school. You’d never even seen this boy, and yet your tummy was filling with excited butterflies. Your name was called from downstairs, and you quickly ran down to meet them.

You nearly tripped over yourself as you stopped dead in your tracks. You were met with an all-too-familiar silver gaze, and the smirk that made you so, so angry.

“Bucky.”

Your voice was cold, and all of the butterflies shriveled up and died, the excitement fading from you. You were furious that you’d agreed to go on a date with him in addition to sitting through this dinner.

“You two know each other?” His mother asked, surprised.

“Quite well, actually. We have history together at school, right doll?” Bucky was trying not to laugh, only fueling your irritation.

“It’s Y/N. And we’ve met, yes.”

This motherfucker.

Dinner was long and painful, and you were forced to listen to what a perfect prince everybody thought Bucky was. You were surprised to hear about his academic standing, one that competed with your own. It was clear by his expression that he didn’t want the news to get out that he wasn’t a complete anarchist.

You cringed as your parents praised you too, unsure of who they were trying to impress. You were quiet, not giving a single damn about being polite to the boy you hated.

“Why don’t the two of you go upstairs?” your mom suggested, and you sighed, holding back a massive eye roll. Being alone with Bucky was about last on the list of things you wanted to do.

You stood up under the pressure of four gazes, and Bucy followed you up the flight of stairs. He couldn’t contain his amusement for the situation, and you walked into your room and sat down on the edge of your bed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Did you know it was me?”

“No, I really didn’t. But I’m glad it is.” He almost sounded sincere.

Bucky looked around your room, taking in the soft lavender walls, and the white bedspread that you sat on top of. Everything was soft and sweet, like you. Fairy lights hung above the bed, casting a gentle glow over the room. Bucky thought you looked beautiful.

“Quit staring at me,” you snipped, pulling your knees up to your chest.

He smiled, stepping in from the doorway and sitting beside you on the bed. You were angry at yourself for noticing the way the lights seemed to make him look golden, glinting in the reflection of huge silver eyes.

“How could I not?” He breathed, and your heart stuttered in your chest.

No. No, this is not happening. You will not let yourself be seduced by this cocky asshole.

“Save it for the date,” you rolled your eyes and he smirked.

“You’re not looking forward to it?” Bucky asked, and you shook your head with a face.

“No, of course not.”

“Come on, I’ll show you a good time. You’ll probably even realize that you’re in love with me.” His grin was infectious, but you fought off the urge to smile back.

“In love with you? Hardly.”

“I’ll give you one night. You’ll change your mind.”

“You seem confident,” you snarked, rolling your eyes at his arrogance.

“I always am.”

You watched him as his eyes traveled over the room, seeming to take everything in. Bucky noticed every small detail, including the sketch of daisies that leaned against the wall on top of your desk.

When he was finally called away, he stood in front of you, leaning over you with one hand on the wrought iron bed frame. A soft smile broke onto his face, and you felt warmth spread through your chest, reaching up to your cheeks.

“Goodnight, doll.”

You scowled at the dress that was laid out in the end of your bed when you got home from school. You’d been dreading the date, especially when Bucky winked at you during history class. He didn’t make a show of embarrassing you in front of his friends. You hadn’t even heard gossip about it, so he must not have told anybody.

You were a bit surprised, you thought that Bucky would seize the opportunity to be the subject of gossip and attention, dragging you into it with him.

Your parents were out of town for the weekend, and you’d been set up for a friday date after school with Bucky. The doorbell rang, and you went to answer it, your eyes widening a bit when you saw him in jeans and a button down.

Fuck, he was handsome.

“Hi James.”

“Y/N, you look beautiful,” he said honestly, and you couldn’t stop the warmth from blossoming on your cheeks. He held up a bouquet of daisies, and you bit back a smile, taking your favorite flowers from him. You realized he noticed the drawing, and something about that made you feel fuzzy inside.

It was too bad you didn’t even like him.

“Let me set these down, thank you.”

You put them in a vase on the table, and he followed you.

“You didn’t tell everyone at school.” It was a statement, but you meant it as a question.

“Why would I? I knew you wouldn’t appreciate everyone in your business,” Bucky confessed. Despite the amusement he gained from getting on your nerves, Bucky did like you, and he did respect you. The idea of others participate in the teasing, more than just his bit of playfulness, upset Bucky.

He wanted you to like him.

You followed Bucky outside to his yellow car, one that was sort of vintage. He didn’t drive to school, and you realized you had never seen his car, but it somehow fit him. You got in the passenger seat, and he handed you the chord to play your own music.

You nervously scrolled through your phone, deciding that the safest bet for music was bon iver, and he broke into a smile, leaning forward to turn up the stereo.

“I love this song,” Bucky grinned, surprising you.

“Where are we going?” you asked, leaning forward and watching the buildings pass by as he drove you to an unknown location.

“Just trust me.”

He parked and was opening your door for you before you could get out. You stepped out and took his outstretched hand, deciding you had to at least give this as much of an effort as he was.

His hand was soft and he squeezed you gently as he led you inside the huge aquarium in the city. It was your favorite place to go, and you wondered how Bucky knew that.

“You mentioned it once, in class,” he spoke as if he read your mind, or at least read the bright smile on your face.

“I can’t believe you remembered... Or that you even listened,” you laughed.

“I always listen.”

You walked through tunnels filled with colorful fish, and they swam around you on all sides, even under your feet. You gasped and pressed your hands to the glass, letting go of Bucky as you watched a sea turtle swim by. Bucky watched your delight, smiling at your excited squeal.

“Look!” you pointed, and he grinned.

“I see, it’s so cool,” he indulged you.

You moved through the tunnel, into a room of separate tanks, all smaller and holding their own creatures. You struggled to see the clown fish in the top, even standing on your toes.

“What’re you doing, doll?”

“Trying to see the nemo fish, but-” you squeaked as Bucky’s hands went around your waist, and he lifted you up so you could see. You blushed and smiled, looking at the fish swimming around. He gently set you down, and you wrapped your hands around his arm, a little bit shyly.

The two of you spent hours looking at the creatures, and you let him wrap his arms around your waist as you stood and watched the jellyfish.

“They’re so pretty!” you gasped, and Bucky could see the reflection in your wide eyes, and he couldn’t ignore how his heart raced when he looked at you.

You found yourself feeling the same way.

“This was great, James. I didn’t think you’d manage to win me over, but this is the best date I’ve ever been on,” you confessed shyly as you left, the sky already dark. He beamed at you, his silver eyes lighting up when you smiled at him.

“I’m so glad, but we’re not finished yet, doll.”

“You spoil me,” you giggled, and he pulled you to the car.

“Come on, or we’ll miss it,” he hurried you, laughing as he got behind the wheel.

He drove to a park and got a blanket from the backseat, producing a basket that you hadn’t noticed before.

“Picnicking in the dark?”

“Hush and come with me,” he insisted, laying out the blanket on the grass and pulling the food out.

You bit into a piece of fruit, leaning against his side. You gasped as fireworks started to go off overhead, and you looked at Bucky, who just smiled back at you.

“I thought you’d like them.”

You watched the light and colors explode in the sky, enjoying the dinner he brought. You ended up leaning back against Bucky’s chest, wrapped in his jacket when you complained of being chilly. You couldn’t believe that over the course of a few hours, he had managed to work his way into your heart, and you were now in his arms.

“Do you want to come in and stay?” you asked Bucky as he pulled up in front of your house.

“I’m invited?”

“Yes.”

He smiled, grabbing sweats from his trunk, explaining that he always had a change of clothes, on account of being an athlete. You teased him with a giggle, going inside with him and up to your bedroom.

You changed into a pajama set and laid on your bed with him, the two of you staring up at the tiny, glittering fairy lights above you.

“You look perfect like this,” you whispered.

“Not as perfect as you.”

“What happens Monday? Do you go back to being an ass and I go back to hating you?” your voice was soft, and although you were joking, the fear behind it was real.

“I was hoping I could call you my girlfriend on Monday.”

You leaned over and kissed him, answering the question. When he kissed you back, it was like a million tiny fireworks exploding inside of you, instead of in the sky overhead.

“You changed my mind in one night.”

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writemarvelousthings · 5 years ago

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Let It Snow.

PAIRING: Reader x Bucky

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

WARNINGS: A little tiny bit of angst if you squint but mostly fluff, and Bucy hating the cold.

A/N: This is for @arawynn ‘s Festive Winter Wonderland Writing Challenge! There are still lots of prompts and scenarios left if anyone is interested you should defiantly check it out! My prompt was “Everything is ready for an afternoon in front of the fireplace” And a big thank you to @bucky-plums-barnes and @abovethesmokestacks for beta reading and pointing out things I missed! Would be lost without those girls! I hope you all enjoy and it puts you in the Christmas mood x

Gif, not mine.

The cold seeps in slow and undetectable at first, the falling leaves are the first clue. Crunching crisp leaves turn into sludge. One wrong misstep could send your ankle rolling unnaturally and your heart rate skyrocketing. The cold nips at your nose and cheeks, it makes you shudder stepping out into the elements, large coats and woollen hats appear in the streets as people move more quickly, desperate to find a place of warmth. Then suddenly, all at once. The snows arrive and the world is bathed in a pristine white glow that brings the promise of YuleTide and once again Bucky is reminded how much he hates the cold.

Sam rips into him, howling at how such an imposing man could look like a petulant child swaddled in jumpers and scarves that cover the bottom half of his face his ice blue eyes rivalling the icicles that shine in the low morning sunlight. He tries to hide his discomfort from you, but you can see right through him.

You notice the way he favours his left shoulder in the mornings, the cold stabbing at the torn and reassembled muscle to steel. Not even Shuri’s genius with vibranium can fix seventy years of damaging scar tissue, you know it will be something Bucky will carry with him always. Just like how the cold brings back flashes of old memories, a fast-moving train. Steve screaming, cold sterilised rooms Hydra kept him in during his years of “service”. The memories don't keep him awake at night like they used to, but the cold always brings them back, how ironic that the Winter Soldier despises the very season he’s named after.

On this particular day morning arrives as usual, sunrise bathing the room in soft pink and orange hues. It catches the dust particles floating through the air before disappearing into the shadows, you smile softly, snuggling into the large heat source next to you. Tilting your chin upwards, you watch the sleeping man. There was a time you’d be the one waking up to him looking down at you, ice blue eyes crinkling at the edges as he gives you a soft smile only reserved for you. It’s a smile that sends a thousand fireflies bursting in your chest.

He’s on his back, one arm curled around your waist, the black vibranium tucked under his pillow beneath his head. His plump lips opened slightly, he’s relaxed. Open and vulnerable in your presence, it makes you reach out to trace the curve of his nose. The light touch makes him follow you, turning his head towards your smiling face.

“Good morning handsome.”

“Morning, sugar.”

Soft kisses press against your palm and wrist, sleeping snuffling noises akin to a puppy fall from his lips make you chuckle.

“You got that meeting in an hour.” you remind him gently, your fingers finding home against his skull. You scratch against it lightly as Bucky starts purring in earnest.

“But it’s nice and warm here, don’t wanna get up. Too cold.” To prove a point he tucks his toes behind your calves. The freezing offending toes in question make you squeak, donkey kicking back in retaliation you try and wiggle your way out of his grip. Bucky pouts grabbing at you gently.

“Why are you running from me, pretty girl, you wanna break this old man’s heart?”

You roll your eyes shifting quickly to straddle his waist, leaning down to kiss him soundly on the lips. “I’d never dream of it, but Sam might break something if you’re late again. You’re debriefing Peter and Carol remember,” you try not to grin at Bucky's expense as he groans pulling a pillow over his face.

“Come on, the sooner you get up, the sooner you can come back to the fun activity I’ve got planned for us.” You watch as the pillow is flung off his head, hands instantly on your hips as he gazes up at you through thick black lashes.

“Pretty sure we already did a fun activity last night… twice.” Despite fully remembering said fun activity, his words still manage to make you blush as you slap his hands off your hips springing off him with as much grace you can muster at eight in the morning.

“Up and at 'em, Sarge, the day is dawning.” You wander into the bathroom away from Bucky's soft groaning, the cold already settling in his bones.

Bucky often wonders what his life would have been like if he never fell off that damn train. If he made it back home after the war if Steve never crashed the plane into the glacier. Would they have settled back in Brooklyn, would he have found a pretty dame that could have handled all the trauma he had gone through. Probably not, he doesn’t like to think about that too much. Because that world didn’t have you, or the small apartment you both shared in Brooklyn (at least the idea of settling in Brooklyn still stuck, just like the damn snow under his boots) The white offensive substance crunched merrily underfoot as he stomped up the steps to the apartment building. The cold he felt this morning still clung to his insides like frost, he still didn’t feel any warmer as he trundled into the lobby of the building. Stomping and shaking the snow off him like a dog, hair hanging limply against his cheeks, he really needed to start wearing that beanie you got him last week. Going through the mundane checklist of opening the mailbox, he relishes in the normality. Especially after reprimanding two superhumans about how-

“Just because you’re indestructible and can shoot webs out of god knows where you can not Instagram live a mission.”

With a handful of what he assumes is more Christmas cards, he thumps heavily up the stairs, no doubt to the irritation of Ms Jenkins on the second floor. Miserable woman, Bucky couldn’t recall a time where he has seen her smile.

“I'm home,” he calls through the familiar space as he shoulder opens the door, instant warmth floods through his damp coat, his skin tingling sharply.

Shrugging off the offending damn coat, he hangs it by your bright red one, the woollen material a bright contrast to his black. He smiles as he recalls your comment as you pull it out from the depths of your wardrobe.

“Red is such a festive colour! Everyone should have a Christmas coat, James, it should be the law.”

“I swear that’s the last time I’m letting Sam put Danvers and the Parker kid on missions again. They cause more havoc than they stop, I swear to…”

The words die on his throat faster than the Central Park lake freezing over in January. The living room, which had looked relatively normal this morning, was now what can only be described as an explosion of Christmas. Fairy lights strung along each wall and shelving. Small ornaments stood proud on the mantle, the familiar sight of the pine tree towered in the corner of the room like a festive sentinel standing guard looking over the room, but what makes Bucky's heart simultaneously melt and expand is the pile of pillows and blankets in the middle of the room. His eyes gaze around the room till he finds you, stood by the tree, fuzzy socks on your feet as you push the sleeves of his grey hoodie up your arms.

“Help a girl will you, Sarge?” The grin that spreads across your lips is slow and sweet like molasses. Innocently holding out the glistening star towards him, Bucky toes off his boots and strides towards you, curling the black and gold arm around you as he takes the star gently out of your hand.

“You going to let me do the honours, sweetheart?”

“Wouldn’t feel like Christmas if you didn’t.”

He feels your wrap your arms around his waist as he leans upwards to place the twinkling star atop the tree, warm hands slide under his shirt, leaving a burning trail against his skin that shoots down to the very nucleus of his cells.

“Perfect,” you whisper into his shoulder as you both stand back looking at the tree, your hands rub small circles on his lower back as you feel him drop his lips to the top of your head.

“You really are.”

“I was talking about the tree, you old sap.” You poke his side for good measure only to be pulled back into his embrace.

“Well, everything’s ready for an afternoon in front of the fireplace. Go get changed then meet me back here.” You give his ass a light tap as you push him gently towards your bedroom.

“Alright, alright, woman, can’t a man enjoy holding his sweetheart in his arms for a few moments?”

You knew his words were empty, especially with the bright grin radiating from him. With a spring in his step, he makes quick work of changing into the soft grey sweatpants and red sweatshirt laid out on the bed. Eager to be back in your arms and under the soft blankets, the cold winds whipping against the windows, but Bucky can’t find a reason to pay them any mind. Not when you’re sitting pretty in front of the fire, two steaming cups in each hand, no doubt with It’s A Wonderful Life queued up on the tv. He doesn’t think of the seventy years spent cold, alone and in pain. He’d walk through the worst blizzard till his toes were purple and his nose frostbitten to hell if it meant you would be at the end waiting for him, with all the warmth in the world to thaw him out, calling him back home.

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the-girl-without-a-face · 8 years ago

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Paint - Drabble

Summary: You and Bucky decide to paint the apartment.

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You decided the dull yellowish color of the walls had been there for too long, so you wanted a change. Bucky agreed.

Bucky cleared the living room from all its furniture and covered the floor with newspaper, he placed a stereo in the room already attached to an agitated mix of 40's songs the both of you loved.

Then the two of you went out to pick a new color for the walls. The funny thing was that you both pointed to the same tone at the same time. There was no doubt from then on.

Barefoot, with old clothes on, Bucky shirtless, and an amazing soundtrack, the walls were slowly taking in the new face.

Bucky had his back facing you, painting the part on top of the windows. You, crouched down to paint a lower part of the wall, flickered the brush to splash paint all over his back and hair.

Bucky slowly turned over to face you, his mouth agape but with a ghost of a smile.

“Now you’re getting it, doll,” he growled, a smile on his lips as he took steps toward you.

You squealed and laughed as you threw more paint at his approaching figure, a laugh of his own erupting from his lips. You took several steps back, but his muscular arm circled around your waist and he painted your face and hair with his brush, firm but still careful.

“No, Bucky, the paint’s supposed to go on the walls!” you managed to say.

He laughed in the shell of your ear. “Now, doll, the paint’s supposed to go where?”

“The walls!”

“But what’s the fun if we don’t get as much paint as the walls?”

In the end, the walls were forgotten, with no paint left for them since it was all in you and Bucky.

“Shower?”

“Only if you’ll join me.”

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loving-all-for-loki · 3 years ago

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Voiecless Love Chapter 8: Hard Day’s Night

(Bucky’s Route)

Bucky x reader

Word count: 2162

Warnings: fluff, maybe a little heat (if you know what I mean), some angst

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A/N: Welcome to Bucky’s route!!! We’re here!!! YAY!!!!

Two weeks go by since you joined the team for the game night and you’ve been with the Avengers ever since. One day you popped by the training room and joined Steve, wanting him to help you get stronger. The two of you spar for about two hours and you see yourself progressing as a useful member of the team. You even get closer with Steve and start writing on his arm as well. He often asks you if you want to join him in jogs in the morning, but that’s the one thing you turn down. No one can pay you to do that.

As far as Bucky, the two of you spend more time together. You find yourself in his room again reading your books as he watches TV, cuddling until you both fall asleep in each other's arms, like tonight. The two of you relax before you go to bed by reading and watching TV.

“I think I finally understand this show,” Bucky says.

You look up to see Jeopardy on the screen and smile, then look back at Bucky who’s staring with a big grin.

“It’s all references and they have to guess, but in question form.”

You nod your head which Bucky chuckles at.

“It’s such a simple concept, but it took so long to register.”

You laugh at his comment which throws him by surprise.

“You laughed,” he states.

Sometimes you forget Bucky isn’t Loki and doesn’t hear you often. The only time anyone but Loki has heard you speak was when you freaked out after he had left for Asgard. You still think about him, knowing you were in love but accepting after two months that you may not see him again. Thor hasn’t said a word about getting him back, not to your surprise. Although Loki was the god of lies, Thor has his own share.

Bucky is still new to you making sound. He longs for your voice again, remembering how beautiful it was when he heard you the first time despite the circumstances. Even the other teammates want to hear you speak because they know when you do it will be important. Tony laughs how you won’t speak again until Bucky means that much to you as well, which some doubt will ever happen.

“I’m glad you’re getting more comfortable with me.”

Of course, you write to him, you’ve shown me you felt bad for some past mistakes and have helped me ‘move on’ from Loki. I may not have talked to you much when he and I were together, but you still mean a lot to me.

Bucky looks at the paragraph on his arm and tries to ignore the ‘when he and I were together’ part. You two had never labelled yourself, but the idea of losing you to the manipulative god was a fear of his which is now starting to go away. He shakes off his thought and returns his attention back to you, who he kisses on the head.

You go back to your book and ignore Bucky yelling out answers in hysterical joy. He’s so cute the way he still understands modern things. Two days ago, you had to show him how to download music on his phone, which he also just learned how to use to take photos. He’s taken so many since you’ve shown him, mainly of you. His favorite photo is one where he was lifting you up on his feet, holding your hands while laughing.

“Y/N, can we talk about something?”

What? “I really like you and I’m sure you know that. I’m not exactly subtle, but I need to know how you feel about me.”

I like you, too, Buck.

“No, I mean,” he sighs, looking off in the window to your left, “I need to know exactly how you feel.”

Okay, I’ll be honest. I like you, but I’m not completely comfortable around you. I can spend time around you and trust you if I need help, but I’m scared to open up because I know how you feel about me. I’m scared to ask for help, even if you will. You think I’m small and innocent because I don’t speak. I’m not.

“I’m sorry I said that, but I really don’t feel that way about you.”

Then explain every time you take over for me when I do things or how if I get hurt, even if it’s just a papercut, you insist I ‘get help’. I don’t ask for it. I don’t need it.

“I worry about you.”

That’s an issue, too. You need to stop worrying so much. You act like a crazy hound and you can’t focus on anything. You’re addicted to me and it’s exhausting.

Bucky knows it’s all true, but to hear it from you and not Steve is different. There’s a bit of pain to the words. They reside with him more and mean more coming from you. If you’ve noticed the way he is with you, then who hasn’t? And who doesn't have a problem with it besides him? “I’m sorry for treating you like that. It’s unfair.”

I understand you like me and you’re trying to take care of me, but it’s a lot. Sometimes, I need a break from it, not specifically from you, but from your guardian-ness.

“I’ll try to back off, I promise.”

Thank you. Also, please don’t get all weird when I talk about Loki or when you see things of him and I. It makes me uncomfortable.

“What do you mean? I’m fine with you talking about him.”

No, you’re not. You get all angry inside and you speak in short sentences. Let me miss him.

“I will.”

There’s an awkward silence between you two. Bucky has muted the TV due to ads and you’re still reading your book. He contemplates what you said. There’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that you’re not going to get over Loki. He was a huge part of your life here and still to this day, the only person you’ve truly talked to you. You trusted him. They didn’t expect you two to get close and that was their mistake. Tony should have jailed him right away, sending him away for him to not have met you. It would have saved you from so much heartbreak.

But Bucky wants to save you now. He can’t help but dwell on you talking about his protectiveness towards you, knowing it bothers you. If anything were to happen to you, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself, but he doesn’t want to drown you in his presence. You snuggle deeper into the silent soldier, distracting him from his thoughts.

He looks down at you and ponders. You’re so small compared to his large frame, so vulnerable. Anybody with ill intent could snap you like a twig, even with all the training you’ve been doing. Sure, he can see the muscle coming through, but you’re in your own world all the time. You ignore people so easily, what if someone were to sneak up? What if he weren’t there to watch over you?

Your yawn disintegrates any thoughts still lingering in his mind. Setting the book on the nightstand, you grab the blankets and attempt to fall asleep with your back to Bucky. He gets out of bed for a moment to turn off the light then returns to your side. The bed dips as he lays down with his arm under your head. He wraps his other arm around your waist and pulls you close to him, his body pressing against you.

He takes in a deep breath, reminding himself you’re beside him and okay, but he still wants to keep you closer. He wants to get rid of everything bad in your life, including your heartbreak from the absence of the trickster god.

Just as Bucky closes his eyes to sleep, he hears sniffing. Your body shakes in front of him. It’s not that cold in the room, so Bucky gives you more blankets in case you’re catching some kind of cold until he hears the sniffing again. He leans up on his elbow and looks over your shoulder. There are dark stains on the sheet under you like it soaked up water, then Bucky notices the tears falling down your face. He feels stupid for thinking you were cold.

Bucky grabs your waist and pulls you into him, including turning you around to being on your stomach. You grab the collar of his t-shirt and bury yourself in him. The pain doesn’t go away. It develops inside your stomach, no longer in your heart. Loki has affected every part of you and you can’t let go. Bucky holds you tight and it doesn’t go unnoticed. Even in your heartbreak, Bucky is still there for you. He’s shown jealousy and anger towards Loki before and seeing how kind and gentle he is when you miss him is shocking. He doesn’t like it when you talk about him casually, but when it comes to you missing him, he doesn’t skip a heart beat to be by your side.

You look at Bucky. He meets your eyes with some kind of pity in them. His beard is slightly growing in from the last few days, his hair getting long as well. For some reason, it’s just now hitting you how handsome he is. You rub your hands up and down his jaw and diverging your eyes from his.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says.

His words catch your attention again, bringing you out of whatever fantasy is playing in your head. You smile at him and he returns it. He doesn’t smile often, especially in the last few months when Loki came around. It’s so nice to see him happy, even if it’s a short second.

“Thank you.”

Bucky’s smile is even wider now. There’s a sparkle in his eyes as he gets you, adjusting you to sit on his lap in bed, the blankets over your shoulder. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, and setting his chin on your shoulder.

“You spoke.”

You nod your head. “No, no, speak again please. Why? Why now?”

“Because you make me feel safe.”

“I’m glad,” he smiles. Bucky hugs you even tighter before baking up and looking at you.

You keep your hands on his jaw as the two of you chuckle. Bucky can feel his heart skip a beat. He thought he was lucky to hear you laugh earlier while reading, but to hear you speak again is a blessing.

“Your voice is beautiful.”

You blush hard at his words. Not many people compliment you in that way, even Loki, the silver tongue had different words for you. He didn’t acknowledge you speaking when you did and a part of you loved that. You didn’t feel weird or different because of that, but Bucky complimenting you didn’t bother you. There was a part of you that wanted him to compliment you again, but you don’t say anything, not wanting to seem like a brat.

“Never stop speaking, please. For me,” He begs.

“No promises, but I’ll try.”

Bucky smiles at your words again, pulling you close to him. He falls backwards on the bed, pulling you with him so you’re straddling him. Your hair falls down around you two, making a little shield around your heads. A good two minutes pass by as you admire one another, smiling and giggling like fools. Without thinking, Bucky leans up and kisses you. As he leans down, you can see the fear in his eyes as if he’s hoping you don’t get mad at him. You lean down and kiss him back, gently and encouraging. He grabs your waist tightly and rocks you back and forth, creating friction between your two bodies. His lips are soft and inviting. They’re a poison you can see yourself getting drunk on and dying from. His metal arm is cold, sending shivers as he holds you, and contrasting from the heat between your two bodies. For a moment, you slow down and look at him. He looks at you with wonder and his lips slightly part, almost hurt by the sudden seize.

“I love you,” he whispers, barely loud enough for you to hear.

You lean down and take his lips again in a passionate kiss. He flips you over so he’s hovering over you on the side. “As much as I’d love to continue this, doll, I’m very tired.”

You chuckle at Bucky’s words as he yawns, further proving his point. He leans back and pulls you into his side, keeping his metal arm around your waist as you tuck your arms in and lean your head on his chest. Kissing your forehead, Bucky closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep, feeling better about the day after your conversations. Your voice blesses his dreams.

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sotheywrotestories · 5 years ago

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One Minute to Midnight

Pairings: Bucky x Patricia

Request: Secret Santa for @forever-rogue :)

Warnings: Angst to fluff, new year’s kiss ;)

Notes: Enemies to lovers AU!

Word count: 1,730 words

***

Let’s get one thing straight. Bucky does not like Patricia. Nope. No. From the first mission they went on to the most recent dispute, all she’s done is get on his nerves.

When he watches Steve sit and chat with her, he can’t help but wonder what it is the rest of the team sees in her. What is so appealing about the new recruit that makes everyone want to be kind to her?

He could still vividly remember when they met. How he tried oh so hard to connect with her.

***

“Hi! I’m Patricia,” she stuck out her hand.

“Bucky,” he forced a smile and shook her hand.

“I’m looking forward to working with you.”

“...I thought you were going to be assigned to a task force?” Bucky asked as he tilted his head.

“Yes...to yours. You do lead the Hydra force, don’t you?”

“I’m not taking a rookie with me to infiltrate Hydra bases. Steve!” Bucky turned from Patricia. “I want her taken off the force.”

***

“Keep staring at her like that and she’s going to think you might actually like her,” Sam teased, sipping his coffee while leaning on the counter next to Bucky.

“I don’t like her.”

“Whatever you say,” Sam shrugged. “Why don’t you like her, again?”

“She’s just...”

Sam watched Bucky as he continued to stare at Patricia.

“Sure, sure. Hey, are you showing your face at the party tonight?” Sam cleaned up his mug.

“For what?” Bucky finally turned to Sam.

“New Years? Ya know, end of the decade? Woo hoo, 2020?”

Bucky stared blankly at Sam, hearing Steve and Patricia laughing behind him.

After an uncomfortable silence, Sam spoke. “Right. Well, Patricia’s going so...maybe you should at least show up to say hi.”

***

Steve had dropped a tuxedo off at Bucky’s room three hours before the party started, conveying the hope that Bucky would at least try to make it.

The tuxedo also fit surprisingly well, but Bucky was sure Tony had everyone’s measurements for some reason or another. It was black and tight-fitting with the sleeves ending just at his wrist and three buttons on the jacket itself.

The party was already in full swing (although it was only nine o’clock) by the time Bucky made his way to the “party room” as Tony called it. It was like a giant ballroom but nobody ever had balls anymore.

And, of course, Patricia was there. In a stunning pastel purple dress. The length of it complimented her height, being since she was on the shorter side, the short dress made her seem...taller. Maybe it was the heels she was wearing. Her dark hair had been straightened and hung a little bit longer than Bucky had ever seen it before.

“Staring again?” Steve handed Bucky a drink. “Just go talk to her. She’s a lot nicer than you make her out to be.”

Bucky grumbled but resolved to at least give her a chance.

“Patricia,” Bucky greeted.

“Oh,” she stared at him with wide eyes her glasses making them seem bigger. “Bucky, hi.”

An uncomfortable silence fell between them, both glancing at each other, then away and staring off to some odd point in the distance.

“Oh, funny story,” Patricia started to laugh. “Today, Natasha came up to me and asked if she could borrow a book mark.”

Bucky stared at Patricia, wondering what she thought was so funny about that.

“It’s just, it’s so-” Patricia continued to giggle. “It’s so sad that after being with the team for almost a year and she still doesn’t know my name is Patricia.”

Bucky stared at her blankly while she stifled her laughs, her face getting red.

“Get it?” She laughed out loud, throwing her head back.

“That wasn’t funny,” Bucky spat.

Patricia calmed down and her face paled back into her normal complexion.

“You know, Barnes, maybe if you treated others with kindness, people would enjoy being around you more often.” Patricia began to walk over to Tony, who was operating the DJ booth on the other side of the room.

“Well,” Bucky caught her arm. “Maybe if you weren’t such an attention hog, I’d actually enjoy being around you.”

“Screw you, Barnes!” Patricia ripped her arm away. “All you do is push people away! And you never give anyone a chance. It’s not my responsibility to sit here and inflate your ego.”

Most party-goers around the pair stopped to watch the interaction and, as Patricia was walking away, Steve came up to Bucky.

“Why are you so rude to her?” Steve said through a forced smile as he pulled Bucky out of the room. “She’s just trying to be your friend.”

***

Bucky watched Patricia open her secret Santa gift, the little lemur mug he got her, but thank god for secret because there was no way he wanted her to know that he knew so much about her.

He watched her face light up and he watched as she used it every day and he wondered what it would be like for her to know that he caused her happiness.

***

Steve advised Bucky to spend some time to calm down in his own personal space before returning to the party.

It’s not that he didn’t want to like Patricia. He so desperately did. She did seem nice enough and the rest of the team trusts her so much so she has to have redeeming qualities, but he doesn’t get it. It’s been a year, all she does is distract him and it gets on his nerves.

“Hey,” Sam poked his head in. “It’s half an hour to midnight. You coming out?”

“Yeah,” Bucky sighed. “Is Patricia still out there? I think I need to apologize.”

***

Now there were more people, if possible, packed into the tower, which made it harder for Bucky to try and spot Patricia. When he did, his blood began to boil again.

Some agent, who’s name Bucky never cared enough to remember, had a hand tight on Patricia’s waist. Had it not been for the obviously forced smile and the pinch of discomfort on Patricia’s face, Bucky would’ve looked away and sulked for the rest of the night.

But the look in her eyes made him desperately want to diffuse the situation.

“Hey, Patricia,” Bucky smiled.

Patricia’s eyes snapped to his and her smile became a little less forced.

“Barnes! What’s up?” she giggled, pulling farther away from the agent.

“Just wondering where you were, you promised me a dance, remember?” Bucky lied, there was no way he could dance to the music that was playing but he had to get her out of whatever situation she was in.

“Oh! You’re so right. Sorry, Damien,” Patricia faux smiled. “But I am a woman of my word.”

Damien’s face turned sour. “Well, why don’t you meet me in my room, later, then?”

“Mhm, yeah, well, we’ll see how I’m feeling,” Patricia tried pulling away.

“Hey, pal,” Bucky growled, twisting Damien’s hand off of Patricia’s waist. “Let her go, all right? And don’t expect her to go anywhere with you tonight.”

Damien glared but turned away anyway.

“Hey, thanks,” Patricia put her hand on Bucky’s arm. “You can go back to hating me, now.”

“I...don’t,” Bucy turned to her. “I don’t hate you. I just...when I first met you, you were so sweet. The thought of you following me into Hydra, I hadn’t lead any raids yet, I didn’t trust anything to go well...I thought if I pushed you away, I could keep Hydra out of your life.”

“Bucky,” Patricia smiled sadly.

“And I’m here to ask for your forgiveness.”

“Of course I forgive you,” Patricia grabbed his hand. “You just need a little help when it comes to learning how to let people into your life.”

People around them began counting down.

“Ten!”

“I was your secret Santa.”

“Nine!”

“I know.”

“Eight!”

“I know you like lemurs.”

“Seven!”

“They’re my favorite. I use it every day.”

“Six!”

“I know.”

“Five!”

“You look handsome tonight.”

“Four!”

“Doll, you’re gorgeous.”

“Three!”

“Get over here, Barnes.”

“Two!”

“Pushy, are we?”

“One!”

Just as the new year started, Bucky and Patricia shared their first kiss.

“Happy new year, Barnes.”

“Looking forward to it, doll.”

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