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xfeliciahardyx · 3 years ago

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Summary: What happened in the bakery changed you. The next few years would force you to harden and build so many walls that you vowed to never let anyone in. You can probably guess what happens when a certain soldier starts to scale those walls so that he can get to you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: mention of blood, intense details about ww2, side character deaths, traumatic backgrounds, mention of Nazis, mentions of broken bones and bullet wounds, children suffering due to the war, imprisonment in a concentration camp, someone does get stabbed, and angst (Warnings will be added as the story continues if need be. This is just for the first chapter!)

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Word Count: 9k

Author's Note: Okay everyone reading I first want to say thank you for reading my imagine. There are some things that I need to clarify before you start reading this. The entire series will be me going through the Captain America movies. It first starts at The First Avenger and continues through the places in time where Bucky is and where he is not OoOoOoO plot twists. But yes this can be overwhelming to read because some details are VERY graphic. i did use techniques from my medical skills class so all the medical procedures are researched and correct. Please enjoy The Winter Soldier and The White Feather or as I like to call it WSWF

The war was changing you and everyone around you. It was making kind people turn green and bad people even worse. You learned that the hard way of course. When you’d had been taken to the facility you didn’t know what to expect. Now you had been in it for God knows how long and you didn’t know what would happen. You had no way of contacting your family. Of contacting anyone you knew really. You were lost, scared, hoping for a savior that didn’t seem to be appearing. Lost traveling in a fog ridden meadow without any sense of direction. It killed you to see how many people died and suffered at the hands of the Germans, but your screams were of no use. The way they treated everyone was as horrible as a cat chasing a mouse. Like you were the filth on their boots, the scum of the earth. Any time someone said something to them they’d react as if a fire touched their skin and recoil away. They acted as if they didn’t have enough money to feed anyone properly. The food was sure to break several health codes back in the city but that didn’t seem to stop you all from eating it. If it wasn’t stale bread that you could knock someone out with, it was week old soup that had hints of green to it. The water was as piss pore and was a dull gray. Not your best moments or the biggest feast for the holidays but it was for survival. It was meant for you to get on through the day and do as you’re told. The inmates had started to call it the end of the world. You didn’t blame them because it was. That didn’t stop them from constantly complaining about every little thing. You on the other hand couldn’t give a fuck. It was like every single one up and flew away with the happiness that had been your life in France. You couldn’t even speak after the horrors the world and slammed into your life. You avoided everyone and everything that lived, scared and desperate to stay hidden. It was the way to go and others followed your lead. You weren’t one to speak or do anything with another person and the others around you knew it. So, they cleared their distance and you appreciated it. You had never been one to stay quiet for long around people. Eventually you’d try to get to know them. But you had changed just as times had. Even now you knew to keep your cool and to keep up with your manners. At any minute they could kill you. Or they could do something to shatter your already scarred mind. You knew you weren’t like the people who decided to suck up to them. Kissing the floor, they walked on for a little bit of clean water, or a bowl of soup that was freshly made. They were horrible to the suck ups and laughed at them as they did their best to seem appealing. You would never stoop as low to be a person who supported the people who had made this sad reality your life. Despite everything your parents had done to you, you always managed kindness. The girl who was secretly the crush of every guy because of her brains. The kind of girl that went to the library in her free time. The girl who never dated because she claimed she wanted to focus on school but could never know how to talk to guys. Went to the movies with her one friend who she cared about more than anything. The girl who made life positive because her family had always made it negative. Yes, you were over all kind but when you needed to be you could be as sharp as a spear. So, why did they kidnap you? It was simply a case of being at the wrong place in the wrong time. But that didn’t excuse their actions following the moments they walked in that bakery with their rifles held high and their voices screaming in curses. Why did they have to kill one of the most important people in your life right in front of you? Shot her straight through the heart at the bakery around the block from the school. All because she was Jewish. Their logic didn’t explain why they had the right to take her life. Her younger siblings had been complaining about food and you had an extra food stamp to use. You’d despised the stars they had to wear on their chest that prohibited them from having the normal things every person

needs. You all had practically skipped to the bakery in hopes that they’d have chocolate. It was a nice moment thinking that everything was back to normal. She had only been 21 and you 20. That was 3 years ago. Even so long after you could still imagine the events that had occurred. Her blood had splattered all over your polka dotted yellow dress. All she had asked for was food for her siblings. Sure, sweets would have been kind but you were all hungry in general. When the soldiers had come in, they’d been attracted to her star. You should have been on guard more, but you’d been naive to think they wouldn’t harm them. One had grabbed Ciera and pushed himself against her. In her reaction she’d kicked the German away and his comrade shot her. Her siblings that had been clinging to your side as they shot her cried out for their sister as she dropped to the ground. Siblings that had their throats slit as they clung to your arms. You had begged for their lives. They were just two children. You thought they would have a little mercy. You knew you would take care of them for their sister. You tried to explain that Tommy and Cassandra had been hungry, and their sister had been killed right in front of them. The trauma they had suffered was enough for their minds to endure. All of what was happening was enough to make anyone mad. It was necessary that they cry and mourn. But as heartless as they were, they showed no remorse. That two children crying for their dead sister would never and hadn’t stopped the Germans. They’d ripped the children from your hands and pressed their silver knives to their throats killed them. You wanted to fight for them. You loved them like your own siblings. They didn’t deserve the fate that had been handed to them. The third soldier had held your arms behind your back to stop you from tearing them away. You had tried to fight him, but you knew he wouldn’t let go. You watched the blood slip from their throats, and you sagged against the soldier. He had been the kinder of the three. A recruit perhaps. You didn’t realize until later that he’d held you in his embrace throughout the car ride to the place where you’d be transported. The screams that left their mouths still haunted you and you saw their terrified faces in your dreams. Sometimes they would come together as a group. Other times Tommy would visit you with blood seeping from his throat asking you for his sisters. You blamed yourself for not fighting hard enough. You watched as the life left your eyes when you knew it should have been you. You should have been dead on the ground with them as they lay dead next to their sister on the ground. Yes, life was unfair. But if life was unfair than war was no comparison.

“Gurl!” A German soldier yells pointing his finger to a spot in front of him. Most of them could barely speak English and when they did it was so slurred. Half the times you had to watch their hand motions to understand what they wanted. His eyes are locked on you from your spot by the back of the courtyard. It was a quiet place that everyone avoided because of the sun that would beam on you. They preferred the shade, but you just needed the quiet heat to cleanse your mind. You cursed and grabbed onto the chain fence behind you to lift yourself up. It bent with your weight but you knew it wouldn’t break. It was a trashy fence that if you tried to climb, you’d either be shot down or just get so scratched that you’d just end up doing more harm than good. The fence traveled around the vast courtyard that was rundown and brown. The fence had rust in certain spots from when it rained but it never did anything for the concrete. Blood stains covered the floor from where prisoners had been shot and dragged away. There were splatters and puddles all over the already dirty floor. Even on the ground leading into your cells you’d find the lengthened blood beneath your feet. The courtyard was the only time you got to see the outside world. They also had a calendar on the wall that told you what day it was. You weren’t sure why but maybe it was to bring down the spirits of everyone. You on the other hand had been there for 3 years 2 months and 25 days. Since the beginning of the German’s invasion of France. It was made up of mock punching bags filled with paper plates and hard pillows that no dared to sleep on. People sat in cliques all around speaking in different languages. Most of them spoke French and in your time there you’d picked up bits of other languages. Nothing too major but just enough to understand.

“Ve dount ave foreevare vittle gurl.” He yelled again and you picked up your pace. You didn’t want to do anything to cause any more attention to yourself. His accent sent prickles of fear up your spine and the hairs on your arms stood on end. As you walked by a few whispers drafted into your ears and people glanced away. Being called over by a soldier wasn’t a good thing and people avoided it as much as they could. There was always the possibility of someone getting shot or having to do something you weren’t mentally or physically prepared to do. So, the terror that was filling up your mind with endless possibilities wasn’t a fun thing. Anxiety tightened the space in your chest and your throat was constricted with worry. You stopped a few steps in front of the soldier who towered over you and said nothing as his eyes trailed over your body. Once upon a time you would have blushed and shifted awkwardly where you stood but now you stand still and stare straight at the wall behind the soldier to avoid eye contact. The mic on his shoulder beeps and he holds out a finger to you. You don’t respond and continue to stare straight ahead. He responds to the German voice in his native language rapidly and you fiddle with your hands behind your back. You could feel the tension rising around the two of you and it wasn’t good. His eyes had begun to harden more, and his posture grew rigid. His eyes darted around the dirt filled courtyard until he turned around and stared at a man. He had been beat up. On his eye was a purplish hue with hints of green. You saw a small limp in his walk as you turned your head in his direction. He stopped and leaned against the fence with his arms crossed a pair of tags dangling around his neck. The green Henley he wore was matted and had spatters of dried blood. His pants hung off his body, still fitting but with tears. Looking from the outside in he looked just as bad as every other prisoner of war. He had an unreadable expression as he surveyed his surroundings. You caught a small calculating look in his eyes as he scanned people that walked by. His eyes caught yours and your breath caught in your throat. He didn’t just stare at you from afar. He seemed to bare your soul out in front of everyone to see. His gaze was intense, and a hint of curiosity was in his dark eyes. The soldier beside you muttered something into his radio and your gaze snapped away from the handsome stranger and you turned back at attention. You couldn’t get the image of him out of your mind even as the soldier gave you your new group to follow to your cells. Everyone was given a number when they were placed in the camp. Each cell was alphabetized and most of the time people didn’t even pay attention to them. They did it to give themselves a feel of control. The only one you didn’t follow. You didn’t say anything back to him and when he dismissed you, you promptly walked back to your spot. You didn’t want to turn your head in the direction of the stranger you knew was walking over to you. You wanted to disappear, and you knew the moment he talked to you your tough exterior would break. There was something different about the way his head was held high and his shoulders never slumped. You could practically feel his confidence from across the courtyard and out of your peripheral vision. You slid down the fence with a sigh as you put your head in your knees. You took a few breaths to keep yourself calm as a pair of shoes came into view. They were brown and matted and looked like they’d seen better days.

“You okay?” a voice followed. It was low and soft, but it sent shivers down your spine. You slowly raised your eyes up the body that was wearing them, and your eyes widened in surprise where the man from before stood in front of you. He’s much taller than you initially realized and his eyes a deeper brown. He stares down at you with worry and you just stared at him not knowing what to do. He was around your age and it was rare you found anyone your age and that spoke a language you could speak. Sure, there were people who spoke your language and had tried to talk to you. Soon enough they stopped coming around because staying in a group too long would strike fearing the people because they wouldn’t want the Germans thinking new company meant rebellion. He moved to your side and carefully slid down the steel fence. You stared ahead at the people who stood in the middle of the courtyard.

“So, you people watch.” The stranger says motioning to the people in front of you both. You nod without looking at him keeping a close eye on the people in front of you. Something felt wrong about the gathering. It wasn’t anything good. Someone was shoved across into another person and you heard the stranger suck in a breath. He felt the sudden shift too and he pointed a finger towards a short man in broken glasses. His eyes flipped from each side of the courtyard where the two soldiers stood. His hands were clasped together, and his feet were headed in the direction of the crowd. You nudged your elbow into your newfound companions’ arm tilting your chin up in the direction of the people. The air felt stiff in the courtyard more than normal as the crowd began to step into a circle the short man now joining them. The soldiers seemed to notice it too because their gazes were hardened, and their guns were pointed. Your heart began to pound as you knew what was coming next. It haunted you every night ever since you had seen it the day you’d been kidnapped and taken to this camp. The images of Ciera’s body falling to the ground flashes through your vision and you shake your head, feeling your heart squeeze. The screams of her siblings were in the wind you closed your eyes tight and took in a deep breath. They were screaming out orders in German, but the group paid them no mind. You couldn’t breathe. Your hands rubbed against your rugged jeans completely lost to your nightmares that were coming to life. You opened your eyes slowly and looked around to see if anyone else was witnessing what was going down. A few other small groups of people watched from afar with dead eyes, but none made a move to assist. Your eyes were locked on the German soldier directly across from you that was walking towards the group. With each footstep your breathing became faster and your mind screamed for them to heed the warnings the Germans were giving. The group was large and growing by the minute which in the eyes of your captors was a bigger threat. The German nudged one of the people in the group with his gun and what happened next you had never expected. The stringy thin man with blood hair who had been poked spun around and stabbed the soldier in the neck with a foreign object and someone screamed. His hands went to his throat and he dropped his gun. The man dove for it as the soldier fell slowly bleeding out on the concrete. Everything was chaos as the gun dropped and a single bullet escaped from its chamber. The bullet flew across the courtyard and your eyes flew with it watching it impale a single child.

“No!” you screamed bolting up from your place by the fence. The soldiers burst into action firing down anyone who had been in the huge crowd. Everyone went running towards the inside of the prison, trying to avoid the bullets. It was pure chaos as people from everywhere were getting shot as they tried to escape the rage of the soldiers. There were screams of all different languages and you heard the cry of the mother above all. Her cries for her baby filled your ears as you raced across the courtyard toward the downed child. The man followed you close behind, and you paid him no mind as you shoved through the on rush of people. People were getting into meaningless fights as they tried to get away. A man stops in front of you making a grab for your waist. A hand presses against your chest shoving you back as the stranger jumps in front of you. He throws a hard punch at the man who’d made an attempt touch and he gets knocked to the ground. You grabbed his hand and started running again. The mother’s screams in French guided you through the crowd. You felt your foot hit something before you went flying. Your hands moved out in front of you to stop the fall by instinct and on impact you hissed in pain. You had landed hard on your free hand but was yanked back up just as quickly.

“We have to go.” The man from before whispered in your ear.

“The child needs help.” You whispered back and he didn’t say a word back as he supported you on the remaining distance. The child lay on the ground holding his mother’s hand as she screamed for help. The brown-haired man set you on the floor beside the child and you immediately began ripping your jacket off your arms. You ripped the sleeves off the jacket and used the back to apply pressure to the wound. The single bullet hole was small but on the size of the boy was enough to cause a lot of damage. You quickly felt it become wet with blood and pressed down a little harder as the boy cried out in pain.

“Mon garçon, s'il vous plaît, sauvez mon garçon.”(My boy, Please save my boy) She sobbed as her eyes covered her face. Her hands were covered in his blood and your mind flashed with the memory of your own hands covered in Tommy and Cassandra’s blood. You ignored her cries but that didn’t stop you from helping her. You kept a steady push on his leg to slow the bleeding. After a few checks you eyed the wound and you couldn’t help the feel of triumph that flowed through your heart. The slow of bleeding meant you could check the wound for any other injuries it could have caused. You ripped open his pant leg and wiped the blood away to get a good look at the wound. This wasn’t the first time you’d be a medic and it wouldn’t be the last. Your father had gotten plenty of hunting wounds and you had been the one to take care of them. His leg only held one bullet hole, but his leg was so skinny it could fit in the palm of your hand. Your heart ached that this would be the childhood he remembered and not one filled with days of running in a field with his mother or being in school with his friends. He was one of the lucky ones you had to remind yourself. He was alive and you were determined to keep him that way. Your hands moved with remarkable speed as you lifted the child’s leg and looked for the exit wound of the bullet. A small hole was in the back of his leg and you wiped it clear of blood. You lifted the sleeve from earlier to your teeth and made a big enough tear that you could rip it with your bare hands. The long piece of clothing dangled between your fingertips as you examined the length. From the way the threading looked it wouldn’t hold for long, so you’d have to find a more permanent solution. But that was later and the thin cloth would do good for now.

“How can I help?” The man whispered in your ear again as your mind whirled with adrenaline. Your instincts in healing were helping you move through the steps you’d done so many times before with ease, but you couldn’t help the storm brewing in your feelings. You were enraged, scared, and so many other feelings all at once. You had gotten lost in the moment as you rushed to save the boy that lay before you. People were still running inside, and the screams had begun to slow. The courtyard was filled with sobs of families returning to their loved one’s bodies that lay dead on the floor. The blood on the ground would haunt them for the rest of their lives as the bodies were carried away by the ‘healthy’ prisoners.

“Lift his leg carefully. I need to make a tourniquet to stop the bleeding.” You said softly showing him the places to place his hands. He placed his above and below the wound just as you’d asked and lifted slowly. The boy screamed in pain and the mother began to reach her hands out to stop you. You glared at her, but she ignored your attempts to stop her from distracting you. She was screaming at you in French, begging you to stop hurting her boy. You ignored her cries and curses and continued to work. Her hands were gripping yours now as she tightened them around your wrists, and you struggled to tie the knot.

“Si vous ne retirez pas vos mains, votre fils mourra!” (if you don’t pull your hands away your son will die) you snap back at her in French and her nails stop digging into your skin. She pulls away quickly but doesn’t move her eyes away from your face. You sigh in frustration as you tighten the knot around the boy’s leg. You can hear the boy crying for his maman and she’s trying to calm him but it’s no use. You grab the jacket and place it over the boys wound again and apply pressure. The mother is sobbing as she holds her sons face and you watch knowing that you can only help minimally. You motion for the man to lower his leg softly and he does. He watches you carefully as you wrap the torn jacket around his leg and tie it again in the back. The bleeding has slowed to minimal trickle, but you’ll have to find something to clean the wound to keep away infection. You sigh in relief collapsing on the back of your heels as the woman steps away from her boy and walks over to you. She offers a hand over to you and you stare at it not sure what to do. She smiles weakly and shakes her hand again. You realize she’s trying to get you to stand up and you take it willingly. She helps you stand up and as soon as you’ve got on your feet, she pulls you into a hug.

“You…help…. me Henry.” She whispers in your ear as she pulls away. There’s a new look in her eyes as she apologizes for hurting you in French. She pulls your wrists to her mouth and places small kisses over the crescent moon shaped marks. Her fingers run over them in a silent guilt and you pull away and give her a small smile. Her hand brushes your cheek leaving a trail of blood, but her eyes are locked on yours. She leans in placing a kiss on your cheek before releasing you from her embrace. She quiets quickly once you tell her that it’s alright and that you have something to tell her. You start to give her basic instructions that will keep her son alive. How to clean the wound and tell her the signs of infection. Her hands grip onto her fingers, and her eyes are eager to make sure she doesn’t miss a word. You tell her your cell keep so that if she may ever need your assistance, she can send someone. The man who helped you stands beside you as you give her these instructions nodding as you list off everything. Once you trust that she knows everything you bid her goodbye and tell her to stay safe. She doesn’t respond as she looks away from you down to her son whose hand is out reached for her. She rushes to her knees and grabs his hand and doesn’t give you another glance. You know she won’t leave him alone for a minute. The fear of losing her family wasn’t a good one and it had scarred her heart forever just as it did to you months ago. She would hold on tight to his hands and watch for any signs of sickness. She would not sleep through the night but would tell her boy that she did. She’d do anything to protect her last light in the dark world. Your eyes travel from their joined hands to the boys’ face. It’s pale, most likely from the blood loss but he smiles at you. He opens his mouth to say something, and just as quick as it opens it closes as a grimace of pain flashes over his face. You shake your head giving him a weak smile. You kneel beside his head and place a soft kiss on his sweaty forehead and murmur a good-bye. You give the mother and son a small wave before standing once more and turning on your heel to walk away. Your tail follows you as you make your rounds around the courtyard. People cry out to the two of you as you try your best to help anyone and everyone. Most people have died by the time you reach them, and you close their eyes for the dead to mourn. Some don’t accept that their loved one is dead and continue to scream their fury at your insistence. One man almost attacks you because he refuses to believe his wife was killed and the stranger has to stop him. Tears stream down your cheeks at the sight of each body that lies on the floor. There was so much blood on the court now that it was rare you saw an old patch that was dried. It runs underneath your shoes and covers each piece of cement with ease. It soaks the clothes of the people lying beside their families and friends crying their hearts out to someone who is no longer there. Their pain has become apart of you and you can feel the shock of it numb you by the time you reach the last patient. Your tears have dried up and your hands are covered in so much blood that pieces flake off when the wind blows through the courtyard. You stand beside the teenage girl that holds her arm limp as her companion stands nearby attempting to talk to you in German. You attempt to converse with him in French the only language you’d been able to learn in your months of imprisonment but it’s no use as he doesn’t understand you. The girl cries softly as you touch her arm trying to figure out what was wrong.

“Was ist mit ihr passiert?” (What happened to her?) your partner says in German earning a glance from the boy. He speaks faster now the urgency in his hand motions clear. You can’t help but watch in awe as the man who has been helping this whole time stays remarkably calm. He nods and continues to ask him questions and gives him responses without hesitation. He doesn’t interrupt when it becomes clear that the boy is in full out panic mode. You place your hand on the girls’ shoulder and she flinches away before you give her a small smile. She stared at you with a suspicious glare in her eyes, but you tapped your eyes and then pointed to her shoulder in hopes that she would understand. Her eyes are wide with understanding and she leans in closer to you. You press your fingertip towards the top of her shoulder, and you feel her flinch. Doing this a few more times as you examine her shoulder you realize it doesn’t look like the other. It’s bent at an odd angle and you curse yourself for not realizing sooner.

“Her shoulder is dislocated presumably from being trampled in the panic. I know how to put it back in place, but it’ll be a two person job so I’ll need your help...” you trail off not knowing your assistants name. He glances over his shoulder giving you a smile makes you look down at your hands tat have begun to fidget.

“Call me Bucky.” He winks but you can tell he immediately regrets it because he turns away and starts muttering something under his breath. You catch a small huff of frustration that he cuts off quickly with ‘idiot’ following in English. You chuckle a little and his eyes brighten at your show of emotion towards him. Besides the subtle nudges of worry from before the attack, it was the only one you’d shown. His whole demeanor changed then, and you couldn’t help but feel drawn to the sudden beam of light. He was trying to hide his ear to ear smile as he shifted in place. You shake your head slightly and notice the two people that had been forgotten for a short moment. The man from before is quiet now as the girl talks to him in a soft voice. You motion Bucky over, and he leans down to your level.

“She needs to lie on her back. I’m going to pull it back into place.” Bucky gives you a single nod and begins talking to her in German. She stares at him in confusion but then as he explains it even more, she begins to nod her head in understanding reaching out to her boyfriend for assistance. He grabs her lifted hand and Bucky grabs her waist. Her boyfriend kneels beside her and the two exchange soft words that you don’t attempt to hear. Yes, there were things worse than what she was going through but what you were about to do wasn’t about to be as painless as she’d think. Besides the love that you could see when they looked at each other felt like you were intruding every time they looked at each other. When both men have settled, they both slowly lay her down onto her back, but your eyes don’t miss the flinch she gives once Bucky goes near her and her partner has stepped away. You slightly nudge Bucky out of the way and lightly grab her arm. You can see the gratitude in her eyes, and she tries to grab your hand most likely to thank you in the only way she knew how. You gave her a small nod and remained silent because somethings were better left unsaid. As you go through the steps you tell Bucky what you’re doing and in turn he translates. She doesn’t take her eyes off her partner the entire way as you begin to move her. Her arm is causing her a lot of pain, so your touches are featherlight. She is squeezing his hand and you take a lot of breaks to offer her some relief. Once her arm is outstretched towards you, you place your foot underneath where her shoulder is. You take a deep breath and without warning pull her arm at the same time as you push into her side. A loud pop sounds from her arm and you immediately stop pulling on her arm and let it sit on your lap. A blood curdling scream leaves her mouth and she begins to sob in pain. You can see her body shake as her free hand covers the tears that stream down her face. The three of you aren’t the only ones that heard her of course and a German soldier runs over to you all and starts yelling commands that you don’t understand. The girls companion starts responding to him much quieter than before most likely being careful with what he says. Even with the man explaining the soldier still has his eyes locked on you with a hatred you’d never seen before. It’s as if the soldier doesn’t care that you helped her and that she’d be better off in pain. You glare right back at him without a second thought before he turns his gaze away. He doesn’t respond to the boy before walking back to his post near the corner a few feet away from you. You let a breath you didn’t know you were holding in as he leaves the four of you alone on the courtyard again. You look down at the blonde girl who lies with her hair matted in blood from the concrete. She looks at you with a blank expression on her face that soon turns into gratitude. It’s not the first you’ve gotten but something about the way she put her trust in you makes your heart jump for joy. She lifts her arm into the air slowly but gives you a thumbs up, which in turn makes you laugh a little. She grins at you as you return her thumbs up right back and she looks away reaching out to her lover. He grabs her hands quickly and helps her to her feet. It’s a slow process as she slowly tries to get a handle on her pain tolerance, but eventually she stands up. She holds onto his hands to balance herself and gave her shoulder a roll. She let out a soft laugh in triumph and glanced over to where you and Bucky stood. Her eyes warm with happiness that would only last in the moment but were well deserved. She directed her eyes to Bucky and gave him a small smile as she spoke to him in German. You took the chance to finally look at the man who’d introduced himself to you. Here he was in the middle of a war willing to trust you and take care of all these people and be your assistant and he didn’t even know your name. You could tell by the hard built of his shoulders and the way his jaw tensed was because he was strong. Not in a physical way but in

a mental was as well. He could be one to give support and be just as willing to take it away. He was strong but not with many walls. He was determined but not without conscious. He was a good man. A handsome one at that you think before turning away and blushing. Here this man was helping you as a translator and you were thinking about how strong and physically built he was. You shake your head biting on your bottom lip to avoid the smile that wants to appear on your face.

“What have I got something on my face?” he jokes placing his bloody hands to his mouth. You shake your head but can’t help the small laugh that leaves your mouth. Even as a good guy who’d helped you save 20 people who were either bleeding or needed something fixing, he was a dork. The couple gives you a wave before walking off the courtyard towards the yelling Germans. It was time to go to your designated area. The cell of which you’d have to stay in until mealtime which would be in about an hour. As if on cue your stomach growls extremely loud and you place a hand over it. Usually you could hold your hunger over with some water, but it didn’t seem like there would be anything clean for a little while. The usual stream that came out of a hose was used to clean the victims’ blood away. You turned towards the hose where it had only on clean spot on the concrete. Today had been horrible and you knew there would be more days just like this to come. You still felt the ache for the people you couldn’t save and how their blood was still on your hands. You looked down at the floor and your eyes connected with the blood that covered your shoes. You felt the sudden urge to rinse it off and clean them with bleach, but you knew they would never truly leave. The stains would wash off physically, but it would stay with you forever and trap you in its horrors.

“Don’t let it scar you more than it already will.” He whispered into your ear. You didn’t have the strength for words as the day’s exhaustion hit you. You felt your knees buckle and Bucky’s arm wrapped around your waist quickly, keeping you up. All the adrenaline was dying out and you could barely keep your eyes open as he attempted to have you walk. You couldn’t though and it made your feet hurt 10 times more. You groaned and forced him to stop for a minute. You were blinking rapidly as your vision faded in and out.

“I got you.” He murmured placing an arm under your knees and swooping you into the air. His arms pulled you closer to his chest and you placed a hand on your stomach. You wanted to say thank you, but the words wouldn’t come. You were burnt out of all your energy and your eyes lazily rolled over the man who was walking you across the courtyard. He looked straight ahead, and his gaze sharpened at the people who passed by. It was clear he didn’t trust the people around you. It wasn’t something anyone should ever give out willingly but the thought that he had given you such a fragile thing made your mind whirl with possibilities. You kept staring at him in wonder and you weren’t sure if it was from the lack of food and water, but you felt a sort of friendship growing with Bucky. He made you feel safe and he hadn’t abandoned you as you fell but instead, he’d picked you up. He’d let you work and hadn’t tried to take over either. Your hand gravitated towards his cheek and you held it there. Something about the action felt right and it comforted you. From what you saw it had the same effect on him. He looked down at you with a sincerity in his eyes and a small smile formed on his lips. It warmed your heart that you were able to get that reaction from him after such a long day and you couldn’t stop the smile you returned. He looked up and his gaze sharpened once more but there was something else displayed across his face. It was more lie… astonishment. You turned your head in confusion to see what had made him look such a way and you let out a small gasp. The area around the only source of water wasn’t crowded like it had been when you’d glanced at it. The people had made two lines directly to the water hose. You recognized these people as the ones you’d helped. Men and women who’d lost their loved ones and had found some broken but ready to be helped had stepped aside so that you could get some water.

“No.” you croaked nudging Bucky. You needed them to know you weren’t any special. You weren’t some savior. You’d been able to save them, but you couldn’t save your best friend and her siblings. That their ghosts still haunted you in the depths of the night. You began to squirm in his arms your energy suddenly making its way back into your body. He glanced down at you as you struggled to get down. He lowered your legs and planted them on the floor without a word, but his arm didn’t leave your waist. You were glad because if it weren’t for the support you were sure to fall. You pointed to the hose and Bucky nodded and began walking the two of you towards it. The area was clear as the people watched you from the sides. You could feel your terror rising as you looked to the guards that watched from afar. Your heart was beginning to pound with anxiety. You didn’t want another shoot out. Too many people had died already, and you wouldn’t let any more die. You urged Bucky forward and soon you reached the front to where the boy, Henry stands as his mother washes his wound. He looks up at you and gives you a small wave and begins tapping his mother. She looks up from her action with a look of annoyance, but it vanishes the minute she notices you. Her gaze softens and she smiles urging you forward. You kneeled beside them and murmured a silent hello as Henry proudly held back the torn-up pant leg. He was telling his maman in French about how he would be a strong boy and protect them both from harm. She said nothing but only let a smile and a few laughs through her tough exterior as she let you inspect the wound. There never was a lot of talking in the prison except for the quiet whispers between the terrified families. People weren’t the chatty types when they’d be kidnapped out of their homes and forced away from their families. You shook your head as images of Jews being thrown out into the street and onto a bus in your hometown flashes across your mind. Just like you couldn’t save Ciera and her siblings you couldn’t even save them. But you could save these people. Some part of you hoped that you could help push the everlasting guilt away, but you knew you would always feel that pain. So, you internalized it and turned to the wound on the boys’ leg again. The flesh surrounding the wound looked clean which was already a very good sign. You checked along his leg for any red lines that would travel up. It was a common sign of blood poisoning but seeing as he had none you knew he would be alright for the time being. If there were any of the blood red veins trailing along his pale skin, it would be a sign of infection and with no antibiotics would be the death of him. She pulls the pant leg away from the boy at your request because he dances away from your touch. He giggles because your touch is warm against his cold skin and you smile at her and her boy. Giving her the good news is probably a moment you’ll never forget as she wraps her arm around her son tightly. You can tell from the way she’s beaming at being able to stay with her son for more time means that in some way they’ll get through this together. It makes your heart jump for joy and you can’t help but let the happiness consume you. The mother hands her son to Bucky and he kneels on a rock nearby holding the child. At one point while the mother washes a wound you catch Bucky letting the boy squeeze his cheeks and pull at them every which way. He doesn’t let this stop him from tickling the boy and the sight is so pure that you’re smiling for the rest of the time. More and more patients leave to go towards their cells after you give them direct instructions. They all come to the water and you and the mother wash out their wounds and they walk away. It’s a process that soon you start to do without realizing how many people you’ve helped. Some were far worse than her son with multiple wounds that fill with blood at the touch. It takes a lot to break a person and seeing multiple scrapes and bullet wounds would make anyone sick. After about the 15th person she ran away to throw

up because of the smell of cooking flesh from the sun above. Bucky immediately took her place in helping you clean the wounds. You looked over at the woman in concern but found her son rubbing her back as they sat on the concrete holding each other. You felt for her because this scenario was nothing good or that pleasing to see. Knowing all these people were hurting and that the men who guarded you all watched from afar and refused to help was making you feel 20 shades of green. You wanted to just react at them. To hurt the people who were hurting all these innocents. You despised them and with each wound that began receiving care by your hands the hatred began growing bigger and bigger.

“Neutralize your expression. Showing you’re angry will upset the Nazis even more.” Bucky’s hushed voice interrupted your thoughts. You lift your eyes to meet his as you turn the faucet off and dab at the patient’s jacket to dry his wound. The confusion you felt must have been visible on your face because his eyebrows raise as his head jerks to his right. Your eyes slowly follow the trail to where a German soldier stands with his gun in his hands. His eyes stare directly at your actions as if you were a criminal about to attack.

“They’ve been watching the entire time. Through the cameras in the corners. They have orders to let us be but to shoot if they see anything wrong.” You immediately drop your expression and place a blank look on your face. Bucky’s nod confirms that your expression is fine and you both help the man who’d been stabbed on the right side of his chest. The panic of knowing you were being watched never quite faded so you dived deeper into doing whatever you could for the people’s wounds. He’d been lucky for the knife to not puncture his lung because if that had happened his lungs would have filled with blood and he would end up choking on his own blood. If that had been the case, there would have been nothing for you to do at least long term. You were slowly coming to realize that all those trips spent in the library studying the multiple medical books were coming to work out in your favor. Bucky calls out the information in which you’ve told him to tell the girl who accompanies the man. She nods vigorously before grabbing his hand and helping him walk over to the opening that leads to the cells where you all would be holed up. The prison inside of the prison. How ironic. You call out for the next person to step forward but are met with silence. You look to the previous line to be met with open space.

“Come here.” He urges. He’s kneeling in front of you from where you sit on the high-rise rock. You ignore the outreach of his bloody hand and you walk around him. He sighs as you reach down to the faucet. The cold water greets your fingertips and you don’t move away from it. Bucky taps your shoulder and you turn around to see what he needs. He’s staring at you like you’re the smallest child in the playground and that if you don’t listen, he’ll throw you in time out. He points to his raised knee and you scoff shaking your head.

“Either you do it willingly or I force you.” You shake your head again and he groans throwing his head back in mock pain. You giggle and lean forward to reach the faucet again but you’re swiped off your feet as hands grip your waist tightly. He sits you on his lap and you have to wrap your arms around his neck to keep from falling. You whip your head around to glare at him because you’re certain he’s a mad man and he grins leaning towards the faucet. You let out a squeal and you grip his knees as he shifts back on the rock sitting you square between his legs. You know you look beyond pissed because he avoids your eyes. He’s still grinning though at your reaction as his hands release your waist and reach towards the faucet. You move your hands away quickly and lean forward with him, eager to get the remaining blood off your skin. Bucky turns the faucet to the left and water starts spilling from it. He tuts when your hands almost touch the water and he grabs your wrists. The interaction makes your skin tingle and interlocks your fingers with his. In that moment you feel the firs spread throughout your body. Everywhere he touches you sends a different burn straight to your heart. His chest presses against your back as he washes the blood off both of your hands. When he breathes you can feel it hit your ear and it makes the hair on your skin rise. His hands caress yours as they wash 30 or more people’s blood off. His fingers slide into between yours with ease that you watch in awe as your hands become yours again. Except with his hands on yours you aren’t exactly sure where he begins and where you stop. Funny thing is, you don’t ever want to figure it out. His fingers brush over yours and they move away too soon. Before you can grasp what you’re doing you grab his hands and start the same movements. You slide your fingers against his long ones and watch as they become his just as yours were yours. You hear Bucky’s breathing grow uneven and you look over your shoulder to see what’s wrong. His eyes immediately lock on yours and you can see something that you’d never seen on his face before. You can’t read it, but you know it’s something he tries to hide because his face becomes black once more and his hands move away from yours. You gasp softly at the loss of contact and swallow the complaint that tries to force its way out. The moment has disappeared, and you can feel the slight tinge of embarrassment floating its way through your senses. You wipe your hands on your pants and the sight of you and Bucky’s hands together burns itself into your mind. You know it shouldn’t be there, but your heart holds it close and locks it away for safe keeping.

“You ready?” he whispers. His hand lays on your stomach which does a flop at the sight of it and you nod not sure if you could even get through a full sentence without stuttering. You stand up and take a step away from him. You were trying to get a grasp on your emotions but the only thing you could focus on was how his scent no longer surrounded you. Your legs wobble as you try to walk but your knees give out. Bucky grabs your hand and pulls it around his neck.

“I don’t think I can walk.” You whisper. He doesn’t respond at first but you can tell he’s debating what to do.

“Hop on my back. I’ll carry you.” You nod slowly as you walk behind him and grab onto his shoulders. His hands wrap around your thighs and he pushes you up in the air. You jump and let your legs fall around his waist and let your arms hang loose over his shoulders. His figure shakes a little as he tries to steady you and start his long walk towards the open steel doors. You place your chin on his shoulder and let out a small sigh.

“My knight in shining armor.” You tease half heartedly and he laughs. The sound warms your bones more than anything else could and you don’t catch the small smile that spreads across his face as he starts walking towards the yelling Germans. It’s time for everyone to go back to their cells and if told once more there would be consequences. Your arms become heavy and feel like blobs of jello as they swing. You can feel yourself absentmindly snuggling into the warmth of the man carrying you, but it doesn’t register as your senses begin shutting down. You blink a few times as you stared down at the dog tags that swung on top of the green Henley that adorned Bucky’s chest. The faint sunlight disappears as he enters the prisoner compound and the room becomes dark. You lift your head up as shouts erupt around you. You catch people clapping and you have the urge to tell them to stop. Drawing attention of the soldiers wasn’t a good idea because they had just witnessed what happens when you cause a ruckus. You bury your head back into Bucky’s neck as you silently wish for the cries of joy to stop. Despite all the good you’d done you still couldn’t get over all the good you could have done so many years ago. Bucky senses your discomfort and starts to walk a little faster than before.

“Get some rest. You look like you could use it.” He says softly as a metal door creaks and it gets held open for the two of you. You nod slowly feeling your eyes shut again. You listen to him this time and let the exhaustion finally take over your body.

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tuiccim · 4 years ago

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Terrigenisis (Part 7)

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Bucky Barnes X Inhuman!Reader

Words: 2086

Summary: After undergoing terrigenisis unwillingly your life is turned upside down when you are deemed too dangerous to return to life as a civilian. You are put with the Avengers team to train and rebuild. As you hone your powers and skills, you must also decide if you can find home and love again. Or is your curse to be a lonely wanderer forever?

Warnings: Fluff and SMUT (18+, NSFW) If you want to skip the smutty part scroll down to the coffee cup.

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You wake engulfed in the warmth of your two supersoldiers. Bucky to your right, his metal arm under his pillow and his flesh arm around your waist. Steve to your left, his face resting against your breast and arms around your hips. You cover Bucky's hand with your own and slide it up to rest on your breast. It's not sexual, but comforting to you. Your other hand is tangled in Steve's hair. You drift in and out of sleep laying there until you feel your breast nuzzled by a nose and open mouth. You smile and look down at Steve.

"You're so soft." Steve whispers.

"You're so hard." You whisper back, moving your leg to rub against his hard length. Steve moans quietly. His hand trails up your leg to your core and caresses you gently.

"Are you sore?" He asks quietly. "I don't want to hurt you."

"No, no, I'm okay. Don't stop." You breathe.

Steve's hand works your clit pressing a finger inside gently until you're thoroughly wet.

"Bucky is sleeping through all this." Steve chuckles lightly.

You ease yourself down to be on level with Steve. "Wanna wake him up the fun way?"

"What do you have in mind?" Steve smirks.

"You'll figure it out." You smile and turn over. Carefully, you position your mouth over Bucky's cock and position your ass in the air.

Steve groans and rubs a hand over your backside. "You're full of surprises." Steve says, getting on his knees behind you and pressing into you.

Bucky's already semi-hard and you take him in your mouth. He moans in his sleep and stirs. You take him deeper and his hips jerk.

"Let's see if we can wake Buck up." Steve's hips snap forward and you cry out around Bucky's cock. "Tell me if it's too much." Steve reassures as he runs a hand over your back. You nod your head and then relax your throat as Steve's thrusts send you down Bucky's cock.

Bucky's hands grip your hair and he looks at the sight in front of him. "Fuck. Fuck, that's hot."

"All her idea, Buck. Our Doll's full of surprises. Fuck, she's clenching around me." Steve grips your hips tighter.

"You like that, Doll. You like hearing us talk about how good you are to us. So fucking perfect for us." Bucky groans.

Steve is fucking into you and you begin flicking your tongue around Bucky's cock. Steve leans into you and begins rubbing your clit. The coil in you was already tight and the added sensation was barrelling you towards oblivion.

"Doll, I'm gonna cum." Bucky's hips buck into you as he releases down your throat. When he's spent you release him from your mouth. Bucky sits up, "You're turn, Doll." His hands grasp at your breasts and his flesh hand makes its way to your clit. Steve grabs your hips and begins slamming into you, chasing his orgasm. You are overwhelmed by sensation but stay grounded in the words of encouragement Bucky whispers to you. "Such a good girl. Made me cum so hard. Cum for us, Doll. Stevie wants you to cum all over his cock. He can feel you clenching. Wants to make you feel so good." His words send you over the edge. You cry out but Bucky captures your mouth.

Steve's thrusts become sloppy and he groans his release. He thrusts a few times in the aftermath causing you to gasp each time.

"You did so good, Doll. So good." Bucky praises.

Steve and Bucky lay you down between them. Steve caresses your face before pulling you in for a kiss.

"Mmm, good morning." You smile.

Steve smiles against your lips, "Good morning. How'd you like your wake up call, Buck?"

"Best way to be woken up I've ever experienced." Bucky grins and kisses Steve and then you. "Thank you."

"That was all her. I think she's gonna keep us on our toes." Steve says, making you giggle.

"I have no doubt you two will do the same to me." You laugh.

Later, you and Bucky are making breakfast. You sit on the counter while the muffins you had found a mix for bake. Bucky puts coffee on and moves in between your legs dangling off the counter.

"How ya doing, Doll?" He pulls you closer to him.

"I'm great. How are you?" You twine your arms around his neck.

"Happy. Really, really happy. Steve and I… we'd been talking about you, about us, for weeks. I was worried we'd scare you off."

"You could never scare me off." You shake your head.

"Last night was perfect. Everything I hoped for." Bucky leans his forehead on yours.

"Like it was meant to be." You say.

Bucky's eyes snap to yours. "Exactly."

"I love you. I really, really love you, Bucky."

"I really, really love you, too." Bucky captures your mouth. He kisses you with passion, twining his tongue with yours and pulling you tightly against him. When you part, Bucky hugs you to him and the two of you stay there until you hear Steve enter.

Your stomach drops and you pull away from Bucky. You meet Steve's eyes for a few seconds but look away to calm yourself from the bite of guilt that had brought a momentary ache.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Steve asks with concern causing Bucky to look at you the same way.

"Sorry. I just," you sigh deeply, "felt guilty for a second when I saw you while I was in Bucky's arms. Like I was cheating or something. I… It's just… There's no scorecard, right? I don't have to keep tallies of what I've given to one to ensure that the other is getting the exact same. It'll all even out in the end. I just have to realign my thought process to that. That it's okay to give myself fully to whichever one of you I'm with and to both of you when we're all together. I don't have to piecemeal myself out. Right?" You look between the two needing their reassurance.

"That's exactly how I want it to be." Steve says. "I want all of us to feel happy and comfortable. To show affection freely when any of us are together. Right, Buck?"

"Exactly." Bucky says.

"That's going to be difficult while our relationship is a secret. I'll only be with Bucky when the team is around. I hate the thought of you not being equal there." You say.

"We'll tell the team sooner than later." Bucky says. "We just need some time to work up to it."

You nod and look at Steve. You reach up and cup his face staring into his beautiful blue eyes. "I need to say something to you. I said it to Bucky earlier and I need you to hear it too. To hear it and understand that I mean it. I love you. I really, really love you."

"I love you, too, Doll. With all my heart." Steve says, pulling you into a tight embrace.

The three of you spend the morning relaxing at the cabin, talking, and making plans. You agreed to three months before telling the team about the three of you. None of you wanted it to go on longer than that. This was enough time to ensure the relationship between the three of you worked. You and Bucky seemed to have no doubts, but Steve was more cautious. He didn't take lightly his responsibilities as Captain America.

On the way back you rode with Steve for the majority of the trip. Your arms were wrapped around him and occasionally hands would drift across his chest, his thighs, and a few feather light touches over his bulge. You were teasing him and he knew it.

“You’re going to make me wreck this bike.” He said over his shoulder at one point.

“But what a way to go.” You sassed and he chuckled.

About 10 miles from the compound, Steve pulls over. “We should switch you to Bucky’s bike.”

There’s a hint of sadness in Steve’s voice, you tell him, “Take off your helmet.” When he complies, you pull him in for a deep kiss. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready. I don’t care what anyone thinks of me or us. I just want to be with the two of you.”

“I know, Doll. I promise, it won’t be long.” Steve gives you a peck and you get on Bucky’s bike while the two switch the cooler over to Steve’s.

Back at the compound, you go to find Wanda who had taken care of Dizzy while you were gone. You had texted her the evening before explaining that you all had lost track of time and found a place to stay for the night. She was gracious as ever and agreed to watch Dizzy. Now, you knew when you saw her you would be bombarded with questions but you were prepared. She was in her room with Nat.

"Have a good ride? Or a few?" Natasha smirks.

"We had a great time. Hey Dizzy." You say.

"If you think that's all you're giving us you are sorely mistaken. Why do you think Nat's been hanging out in my room half the day?" Wanda raises an eyebrow.

You roll your eyes, "My two best girlfriends are such gossips!"

"What are your two best boyfriends?" Nat laughs.

"You mean my boyfriend and our best friend? They're two great guys." You try to hold in your smile but the two's reaction has you giggling.

"What?!? Tell us everything." Wanda yells.

"Which one is which?" Nat demands.

"Bucky and I got together and it's good. Steve is really happy for us." You hated telling the half-truth, but you'd agreed to it for now.

"I win!" Wanda exclaims, holding an open palm out to Nat.

"You guys did not bet on me dating Bucky." You look between the two.

Natasha places a twenty in Wanda's hand, "I was betting on Steve."

Technically, they had both won, but they could figure that out later. You shake your head at the two. You take Dizzy out for her evening walk and then go to the kitchen for some dinner. Most of the team is there doing the same thing.

“Hey Doll.” Bucky sees you and pulls you in for a quick kiss.

“Hey.” You say.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. When did that happen?” Sam looks between the two of you.

“Yesterday.” You and Bucky say in unison and laugh.

“Nice going, Buck.” Sam smirks at the two of you.

You pass Steve moving around the kitchen. Where no one can see you grab his hand and give three quick squeezes. A way of saying I love you in secret.

“Called it!” Wanda says to Sam.

“She has been saying that you two were perfect for each other.” Jarvis says from beside Wanda.

“Hopefully as perfect as you two are together.” You reply.

“Hopefully so.” Wanda says wistfully while looking at Jarvis.

“It is.” Bucky says while wrapping his arms around you from behind. You smile and lean into him.

“Ugh, all the couples! Steve, man, we are going to have to go out and find some ladies.” Sam says.

Steve scoffs, “I’m good.”

“Come on, man. You just need to have me as your wingman.” Sam whines.

“Too busy.” Steve calls as he disappears into the pantry to get away from Sam’s line of conversation.

“Where’s Nat and Bruce?” You ask Wanda, attempting to distract the conversation.

“They went out. Don’t worry. They’re not going far. I’m sure they’ll make it home tonight.” She smirks at you.

You feel a small blush creep up. “Glad they’re taking some time together.”

"So, how did this happen?" Wanda points a fork at you and Bucky. "You never got around to telling Nat and I."

"We stopped for lunch in a wooded area. We were under this huge oak tree and I decided to climb it. When I came back down, I don't know, Bucky just walked up to me and…" you falter and look at Bucky.

"I told her I had feelings for her and asked her to give me a chance." Bucky smiles and delivers a swift kiss.

You smile at Bucky. Steve is sitting on your other side and you feel three squeezes on your knee. Your hurt at not being able to acknowledge him eases feeling his reassurance. The next three months weren't going to be easy, but you'd get through it.

Part 8

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selina-kyle89 · 6 years ago

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Fml

No One Else

Hey, hey! This is my entry for @littledarlinhavefaithinme’s writing challenge!

My prompt was “because I care about you!” with Bucky & stripper/undercover au

Warnings: just a bit of angst, smut

The bass thrummed in your veins. It wasn’t ideal, that’s for sure. But these men needed to be taken down and unfortunately for you, you were the only female on the team available for the mission.

Three weeks of hell.

Absolute hell.

Sweaty hands on you. Men staring at you. Begging for five minutes of your time. And the private lap dances…they made your stomach turn. They weren’t allowed to touch, but somehow always tried.

And Bucky would toss them happily out on their asses.

Bucky. You hated being stuck on missions with him. The two of you fought like cats and dogs. Oil and water. Constantly butting heads. He drove you insane.

Luckily you could avoid each other on this mission. He’d been assigned bouncer duty and it kept him busy. The Black Cat was packed every night. Drunk men constantly being thrown out. Got too handsy, thrown out.

The music started up and you let out a heavy breath. Another damn night of shaking you ass for a bunch of strangers. The lights dropped and you stepped out, wrapped in a black silk robe. Too focused on just getting through it, you didn’t see the way Bucky looked at you.

The way his eyes darkened. A hint of lust behind his blue eyes. A hint of jealousy. Anger at the men eager to get close to you. He had to fight the urge to beat them all. Keep you protected, safe. You deserved better.

He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He needed to be focused, keep his eyes on the men that you were here for. Illegally selling weapons. Laundering money.

You dropped the robe, leaving your body practically bare. The lacy lingerie left very little to the imagination. Spinning around the pole, the men moved closer, tossing cash onto the stage. Lights flickered, red, green. Purple. Your eyes met Bucky’s.

His mouth was open just a bit, a beer in his hand. He couldn’t look away as you hung upside down, your breasts threatening to spill from the black lace bra. He wondered briefly what your skin felt like. Soft, heated. Hell, he wanted to touch.

The song ended, and you gathered up your robe, rushing back to your room. You were eager to shower and change. Wash away the night. Wrapped up in a towel, you heard the soft knocking on the door. Sighing heavily, you held the door open and he pushed his way inside.

“Sure, Barnes,” you said sarcastically, “come on in.” He looked at you, taking you in. “Put some clothes on,” he growled and you shook your head. “You came here, why in the hell should I? What do you want?”

Your frustration grew. You never knew what to make of him.

“Steve said they got enough to get these guys. Maybe two more nights and we can go home,” he said casually, picking up the cash from the table and throwing it back down, disgusted look on his face. “You’re better than this, Y/N…”

You raised a brow as you reached for your clothes, putting them on under the towel. “It’s a job. Just a mission, Barnes,” you replied and he shrugged a bit. “Still. I’m no fan of watching you shake your ass for these pigs every night.”

Your annoyance grew. “What difference does it make? Hmm, Barnes? Not like you and I are exactly good friends. Shit, we’re barely teammates. You treat me like I’m a child. Like I’m so god damn insignificant,” you told him. The floodgates were open.

“You’re only here because Steve made you. I heard you before we left. Telling him that you didn’t want to work with me. I’m not deaf, old man! You coulda wormed your way out of this one. Yet here you are! Why is that, Barnes? Why are you here?”

His face contorted into something else, a hint of sadness, but he said nothing. And it only pissed you off. “Yeah! Go radio silent, Barnes. That’s what you do. You can talk to everyone on the team but me. Treat me like I’m nothing! Fuck you, Barnes! Why are you here?,” you repeated, your blood boiling.

“Because I care about you!,” he blurted out, panicking once he realized what he said. Your jaw dropped. That was honestly the last thing you expected to hear. Ever. “Shit…fuck!,” he swore, rubbing his face. “I hate seeing you go out there every night. Those assholes beggin’ to touch you. Thinkin’ they have a chance!”

“You deserve better, Y/N! Those barely-there outfits. You’re so much more than that. I wish I could make you see!”

You stood, stunned. You could barely believe what he was saying. “I avoided you because I was scared,” he held up the metal arm, “I don’t wanna hurt ya. And I’m a mess,” he pointed to his head. “Steve knows…how I feel. That’s why he pushed me into doin’ this. That maybe I’d get smart enough to tell you how I felt.”

You couldn’t believe it, still trying to comprehend what he said. You stepped forward and grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him hard. A “hmph” escaped his lips, but he didn’t resist. Instead, he backed you against the door and deepened the kiss.

“Tell me to stop, Doll,” he whispered against your lips. “Tell me to stop and I will. But of you don’t, I doubt I can control myself,” he said, his hands gripping on your hips.

“God dammit, Barnes,” you sighed, “don’t stop. I want you.”

He growled and pulled his shirt up over your head and attached his mouth to your breasts. “Perfect…,” he hummed against you. “I knew you would be. Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about what you felt like.”

You moaned, desperate for more. “I got you,” he chuckled when you bucked against him. “Be patient.” You groaned, unbuckling his belt. “I don’t wanna,” you sighed against his lips. “I need it.”

He roared, pulling your shorts and panties from you and lifted you up. Releasing his cock, he pushed into you with one roll of his hips. “So wet…,” he moaned, doubling the grip on your thighs. “So tight. So good for me.”

“Wanted you for so long,” he groaned as he fucked into you deeper. “You’re mine now, understood?” You nodded furiously, so close to the release you desperately needed. “No one else sees this,” he went on, his lips pressed against your neck. “No one else touches.”

“No one else but me.”

His words pushed you further and your orgasm hit. Hard. You cried out, digging your nails into his shoulder. “Fuck yeah…,” he swore, “mark me up, baby. Show ‘em all.” You dug deeper, sure to draw blood and he hissed. “Yours,” he moaned, “god, it’s all yours.” You panted, finally coming hard.

“No one else’s.”

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queenofslytherin71 · 7 years ago

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So far away

Part 4.

Pairing: Bucky x reader.

Summary: If I say anything. I’m gonna give it away.

Word count: 3194

Warnings: Violence. Swearing. Blood. Triggering. Fluff

A/N: Heyo! The last chapter of So far away is here. Hope you all like it. It was so much fun to write this. Please let me know what you think of this series and where I could improve in my writing. Love you. Xxx

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You couldn’t remember falling asleep, but when you woke up you felt even more exhausted than before. You stretched out reaching out for Bucky, but you frowned when his side of the bed was empty. You quickly got up and got dressed to go look for Bucky.

You eventually found him in the kitchen, along with Tony, Sam, Natasha and Steve. You could tell that they were in a deep discussion, judging by how they were huddled together over the kitchen counter and their hushed tones. They didn’t see you stand in the doorway. “Y/n said her name is Clarissa Pierce,” said Bucky.

“Who the hell is Clarissa Pierce?” Tony asked. But before Bucky could answer, you spoke up.

“She’s the daughter of Alexander Pierce.” Everyone turned around and faced you. They looked at you with pity in their eyes, but you didn’t want their pity, you wanted their help to find your son. Natasha came around the counter, enveloping you in a crushing hug. You hugged her tightly. “Y/N, Bucky told us everything. I’m so sorry. We’ll do everything in our power to help,” Natasha said reassuringly. “Thanks Nat.” You let go of her and you walked over to Bucky who wrapped his metal arm around your waist and you hooked your arms around his torso. Steve gave you an apologetic smile.

“Where do we start looking? I mean she could be anywhere.” Sam asked. “The one time I heard her talking to one of her guards, asking him to book her a ticket to New York, but that was like three months ago.” Tony was already busy on his tablet.

“What about the Pierce Mansion?” Bucky shook his head. “Her father lived there.” Natasha and Steve exchanged looks. “Yes, but what if she inherited it after Fury killed her father?” Sam asked.

“It’s possible,” Natasha said crossing her arms. “It’s not far from here, suit up. We leave within an hour.”

When you turned to leave, Bucky pulled you back. Your eyebrows furrowed. “Bucky what…” “Y/N I think it will be best if you stay here.” “No why?” you demanded. “Because doll, you won’t think clearly. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Bucky I’ve been on millions of missions. I’m going!”

“Yes, but things are different this time. The stakes are higher. Y/N I made a promise to you.” His eyes pleaded you to stay.

“I know. I made a promise too. But I’m going with or without your consent.” Bucky sighed rubbing his face. “God you’re so stubborn. Y/N the last time we were on a mission together, I lost you. Fuck do you know what it felt like. You were dead Y/N! I can’t lose you again.” Tears rolled down his cheeks. You reached up and wiped them away. “Its okay baby. Baby. It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

“We’re together Buck. Open your eyes.” Bucky opened his blue watery eyes. “ I’m here with you and soon we’ll be reunited with our son too Bucky. We’re going to be a family. God I love you so much. Being without you was hell. I never thought I’d see you again, but here we are.” He held you tightly to his chest.

“I love you too darling.” He kissed your hair. “If you’re going with, you’re never going to leave my sight,” he ordered.

Instead of taking the quinjet, the six of you took one of the black SUV’s. Steve drove while the rest of the team devised a plan. You sat quietly while everyone else spoke. Millions of scenarios clouded your mind. Whatever goes down today, your son is your top priority. “Steve and I will take the guards from the east wing and Tony and Nat will take the west wing,” Sam said. “Y/N and I will follow after the clearing,” Bucky said. Determination was clear in his voice. Everyone looked at you for approval. When you didn’t say anything, Bucky squeezed your hand. You looked up and nodded. He could see that you were very distracted and he was afraid that it was going to happen. He would go to any means to protect you and his son, which he didn’t even know existed until a few hours ago.

“Here you go doll.” Bucky handed you a familiar hand gun. You stared with awe at the small weapon in your hand. This was the gun you used on the last mission you were on with the avengers. “I know you love that one. I polished it early this morning. "Thank you Bucky.” He gave you a small smile. You held it firmly and you felt the familiarity of the cold metal.

Steve parked the SUV on a secluded spot to not attract unnecessary attention. On top of the high walls around the mansion there was cameras, which Nat disabled. It would only be a matter of minutes until Clarissa’s security would suspect that something is wrong. You split up into pairs. Steve and Sam went east over the wall and Nat and Tony went west, while you and Bucky waited for the signal. You heard the distant sounds of gunfire and shouting coming from the mansion. You didn’t want any harm to come to your baby boy and with every minute you waited for feedback from the team, you grew more impatient. “Bucky they haven’t responded and I’m getting worried. I’m going in.”

“Doll wait!,” but it was too late you were already busy climbing the brick wall, every step careful and precise. Bucky sighed and climbed up the wall after you. When you reached the top of the wall, you rose to your full height and your eyes raked across the neat grounds of the mansion. You turned your gaze to Bucky, his hair waved in the gentle breeze. His expression full of pain and anger. “The last time I was here, I was the winter soldier and I was working for that fuck.” Bucky clenched his fist. “Let’s get our son back.” He reached for your hand and the both of you jumped together. It wasn’t very high and when you hit the ground you fell into a muddy flower bed. The mud covered your gear, but you couldn’t care less. You and Bucky stood up and made your way towards the mansion doors, when suddenly Steve’s frantic voice filled your ears through the earpiece.

“Y/N, Bucky!” “Steve are you okay?” Bucky asked his best friend. “Yeah we’re good. Something interfered with the connection of the earpieces. We couldn’t get through to you.”

“It’s clear enough, but there is more coming. This Clarissa must be very paranoid. Get to the foyer and take the stairs to the first floor and then take the stairs up to the second floor. I believe she’s up there.” You and Bucky broke into a run. You reached the main entrance, the both of you wasted no time running up the stairs. Bucky took his gun from his back, taking the safety off and he held his fingers near the trigger.

Once you got to the first floor, the trouble started. There were HYDRA agents rushing and firing on the both of you, but Bucky shielded your body and pushed the both of you behind a wall. He was breathing hard and his pupils were black with rage. He peeked around the corner, aiming his gun at the agents, before pulling the trigger. Three shots later you rushed around the corner shooting wildly. You heard Bucky shouting at you, but the sounds of the gunfire drowned his words out. You were out of bullets. You lunged yourself at the nearest agent, twisting his gun arm in your grip. He dropped the gun, grunting in pain, but he caught you of guard when he pushed your body against the wall. He had a firm grip around your throat, blocking your airpipe. You clawed at the mans arm, drawing blood. He hissed. Through your blurring vision you could make out Bucky in the midst of the fight. The agent reached for something in his belt. When you saw the blade of his knife your eyes went wide. You brought your knee up into his groin hard. He released the grip on your throat and he staggered backward, you dived to the floor for the gun he dropped earlier and fired two shots into his heart. You took his knife from him and tucked it away in your thigh holster. There was more agents now. You relied on your strength as you fought your way through them. You were soon out of breath and your muscles ached. There was another agent coming toward you. You ducked and made a sweep movement, knocking him of his feet. It was something you learned from Natasha and now you did it like it was your second nature. He stood back up, baring his yellow teeth in anger.

You thrust your fist forward, colliding with the agents jaw. He tried to return the blow, but you swiftly moved your head away, avoiding his fist as it connected with the wall behind you. In a blink of an eye, he reached for his gun. You tried to pull the weapon from his hand, but he was just too strong. In the struggle for the gun. A bang resounded through the halls, but it wasn’t the gun in your hold that went off. The agents grip on the gun loosened and he slumped through the floor, eyes wide and lifeless. Bucky stood behind him, gun in his hand. He was covered in mud and blood, but the blood didn’t seem to belong to him. You let out a breath of relief and sauntered over to him. He held you by the shoulders. His eyes raked over your body, searching for any wounds. “You hurt?” You shook your head. He sighed, pulling you close. “Good girl.”

All around you there was bodies decorating the floor and blood splattered against the walls and the floor. It was beginning to reek of death in here. You and Bucky moved along the halls finding a second staircase to the second floor.

The second floor was deserted, no sign of any agents, but you and Bucky were both on alert, hearts beating fast. There was a light coming from an open door at the end of the corridor. You stepped inside. A nursery. Your eyes fell on Clarissa standing near the big white crib, rocking it gently. She heard you come in, but she didn’t turn around. “Y/N.” She turned around to face you, her eyes shining wickedly as her gaze fell on you and Bucky. “The winter soldier.” She smiled. “I suppose you’re here for my son.” You scoffed, clenching your fist. “Give him to me Clarissa.” She laughed. Your knuckles were white. She took out a piece of paper from her blazer. She unfolded it and started reading in Russian.

“Longing.” Your eyes went wide. “No!” You turned to Bucky. He clenched his fist looking at the ground.

“Rusted.” “Stop it!”

“Seventeen.”

“Daybreak.”

“Furnace.” “Don’t Clarissa stop!”

“Nine.”

“Benign.”

“Homecoming.”

“One.”

“Freight car.” She lifted her gaze from the piece of paper, turning to Bucky who looked like he was about to rip her head off.

“Soldier?” After a long pause, Bucky answered in Russian. “Ready to comply.” Clarissa’s cold gaze turned to you. “Your first assignment is to kill her.” Bucky turned to you. You backed up against the wall as he came closer, his metal arm outstretched. “Bucky don’t it’s me. Please baby it’s me. I love you. James I love you. This is not you,” you begged. As he closed in on you. You searched his blue eyes. It happened so fast. Bucky winked at you, yanking the knife out of your thigh holster you took from the agent earlier and turned around. He threw the knife at Clarissa. It pierced her thigh. She screamed as she fell to her knees.

You ran over to the crib. A pair of big blue eyes stared up at you. You smiled. He looked so much like Bucky, the same mop of brown hair and electric blue eyes. You lifted him up in your arms. Bucky stared in awe at the baby in your arms. “Bucky take him. Take our baby and get out of here.” You gently placed your son in his father’s arms. He stared up at Bucky with wonder as Bucky held him. “What? No Y/N let’s go now together.” “I can’t I still have to deal with her please Bucky go now. You placed a kiss on your son’s forehead. You pressed your lips to Bucky kissing him fiercely, pushing him out of the room. ” I love you.“ Bucky stared back at you, tears in his eyes.

You watched as they disappeared before you turned to Clarissa. She grit her teeth and with shaking hands she pulled the knife from her thigh. The blade shiny with blood that gushed from the wound. The knife fell to the floor with a clang. She stood up slowly, grunting in pain. She rose and stood tall. Her cold eyes transfixed on you. "You really thought triggering Bucky would work huh?” She did nothing but stand there. “You can’t take what belongs to me. You can never have Bucky or my son.” With each sentence you stepped closer. She snarled and attacked. She swung her arm. Her fingernails scratched your face. You hissed and wiped the blood away. You grabbed a fist full of her blonde hair and bashed her head against the wall. She screamed in agony and rage. You delivered a punch against her jaw. She got dizzy and fell to the floor, coughing up some blood.

You didn’t see when she reached for the knife, but she grabbed it and spun around fast, slashing your leg. You cried out as the pain seered through your entire leg and you stumbled to the ground. She sat on top of you, raising the blade above her head and brought it down, but you caught her hand, before the blade could pierce your skin. You used all your might to turn the knife away from you. “It’s all because of you. All of you! Your boss killed my father! Your team took the weapon I dedicated my life to. You made me look like a fool in front of other HYDRA representers. So I took something of yours. Your son. I fed him from my own breast. He sees me as his mother and he’ll never look at you the same way,” Clarissa spat. She was emotionally testing you and it was working. Tears spilled from your eyes. “Enough!” You let go of your grip on the knife. The blade slipped and it sliced a cut across your collarbone, but you shoved Clarissa off of you. Blood was pouring from your wound down your cleavage.

You stood up, the pain in your leg was blinding. Clarissa stood up too. She leaped forward and punched you. You returned the blow, your fist slammed into her stomach. She fell to the ground. You looked down at her and reached for your handgun Bucky gave you. “I told you one day that you would pay for the damage and pain you have inflicted.”

Her eyes were wide when she saw your gun. “Please have mercy. I never hurt him. I loved him like he was mine,” she begged. “He never was.” You pulled the trigger. You watched as the light left her eyes and the blood run down between her eyes.

Bucky held his sleeping baby against his chest, as he stood outside the gate of the mansion with the rest of the team, keeping an eye out for you. Bucky never thought that he would have a child, here he was cradling his son. “It’s been an hour Buck,” Steve said. “We’ll wait for Y/N, ” he said sternly. His gaze moved from his son to the mansion. “Y/N,” he whispered. Relief flooded his system. The team looked and saw you leaning against the door. “Natasha would you hold him please?” “Anytime,” she smiled and took him from Bucky. He ran towards you.

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath. It took you a long time to get down two flights of stairs with your injured leg. You were covered in blood and sweat and mud and all you wanted to do now was close your eyes and sleep forever. You raised your tired head and saw Bucky running towards you. You smiled when he stopped in front of you.

“Oh doll,” he cupped your face and you nuzzled into his hand.“Tell me where does it hurt baby.” “My leg,” your voice sounded hoarse. “I’m going to carry you.” That must’ve been the best thing you’ve heard all day. Bucky carefully raised you in his arms and carried you bridal style. “Is he…” “He’s safe with the team,” Bucky said already knowing what you wanted to hear. You smiled and closed your eyes.

Sometime later…

“Blow out your candles Jack.” He stood on the tip of his toes and blew out his candles happily. You caressed his dark brown hair that grew as wild as yours. Everyone clapped their hands. Bucky picked up his son and put him on his shoulders. “Happy Birthday baby,” you said to Jack who smiled with contently on his fathers shoulders.

“Presents!” Sam yelled.

“Mine first!” Tony yelled as he picked up a big box and placed it on the coffee table.

“Daddy! Daddy put me down!” Jack cried when he saw the colourfully wrapped gift and he accidentally kicked Bucky in the jaw of how excited he was. Bucky put him down on his feet. You laughed when you saw Bucky rub his jaw. “Oh baby” you teased and placed a kiss on Bucky’s jaw. He pretended to look angry, but he smiled down at you. “Don’t test me Mrs Barnes,” Bucky said. Playfulness shining in his eyes. “I wouldn’t dare,” you mocked, laughing. Bucky pressed his lips to yours and you melted into the kiss. “Mommy! Mommy look what uncle Tony got me,” Jack shouted excitedly. You and Bucky broke away from each other you turned around to see what your son was talking about.

You gasped. “Really Tony? A suit? He’s only four years old!”

“I told you she was going to freak,” Steve said to Tony, but he only rolled his eyes.

You put your hands on your hips. “Oh relax mommy it can only fly, I’ll install the more complex tech when he’s older,” Tony said. You couldn’t tell if he was serious or not. Jack studied the small suit with wonder. You relaxed knowing that Tony won’t give your son a gift that could harm him.

Bucky chuckled behind you. You turned around and faced your husband. “What?” “I love how you instantly turn into this mother wolf whenever something involves Jack. I can’t wait to see how you’re going to be with our little girl,” Bucky said, rubbing his hand over your swollen belly. You placed your hand on top of his.

“I love you James,” you said. He kissed you passionately. “Love you too,” he mumbled against your lips.

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suchababie · 3 years ago

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Sweet jesus

Thank you.

Smut ask game! Number 7 👀👀

#7: “You want your [object] back? Make me.” Title: Make Me Rating: Explicit Warnings: Dubcon, Spanking, Brat!Reader, Dom!Bucky Barnes, Aggressive Bucky (lmao)

A/N: GOD I LOVE THIS PROMPT LMAO. Omg as soon as i got this this EXACT scenario popped into my head and i knew it was the one 🤣 This is a work of FICTION, and it is Dark, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk! Minors, DNI! Enjoy 😘

Summary: You confront your inconsiderate new neighbor.

THUMP!

You sat straight up in bed, staring blearily around the room.

THUMP! THUMP!

“Wha’ time’ssit?” You mumbled, rubbing at your eyes as you groped for your phone, lost among your sheets and pillows. You groaned loudly as another apartment shaking THUMP vibrated through your bedroom, and finally you felt the cool glass of your phone under your fingertips. You winced as the bright light blinded you, and you cursed, almost dropping it.

3:08 AM

“What the fuck is he doing now?” You groaned. Your newest neighbor—newest pain in the ass, more like—had begun remodeling. You weren’t sure what he could be doing at three-oh-fucking-eight in the morning, but that had to be it. Another loud bang had you sitting back up in bed, and you threw the pillow angrily across the room. Before you’d realized it, you were shoving your feet into your ratty blue slippers, and marching across the creaky floor.

Three-oh-goddam-motherfucking-eight, you thought venomously, stalking single mindedly through your kitchen towards the front door. You’d been more than lenient when it came to your rather reclusive neighbor—when he’d moved in in the middle of the night, furniture banging up the stairwell. When he’d boxed your car in for four hours, forcing you to take a taxi to work—after leaving a polite but firm note on the windshield of his bike—you’d been understanding then, too. And it had helped to run into his cute blond friend leaving his apartment, who asked if maybe you might look in on his insular friend from time to time.

But it was three-sweet-fucking-jesus-oh-eight in the goddamn morning, and you had to be up for work in four hours—you didn’t have it in you to be tolerant, not when—THUMP!—you’d barely gotten enough sleep as it was. You tore open the door to your apartment, glaring down the hallway hatefully.

THUMP!

You clenched your fists, before taking a deep breath and knocking on the door labeled J. Barnes. You waited with baited breath for a few minutes before you knocked again, this time louder. Finally—finally—the banging stopped, and you heard an irritated sigh from the other side of the door.

“What?”

You scoffed. Unbelievable. You glared at the door incredulously. He wasn’t even going to open the damn door to talk to you after making enough noise to wake up the whole block?!

“It’s 3:08 in the morning, would you mind not hammering on the wall?” You snapped, placing your on your hips. “Some of us have to work in the morning.” You could hear the sound of the door chain being unlatched, and you stepped back a little as the door swung open.

Oh my god. He leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed over his muscular chest. You swallowed audibly, forcing your eyes to stop traveling down the light dusting of hair just below his navel. Instead, they found the welted, angry skin connecting what looked to be a Stark-level prosthetic to his shoulder. You licked suddenly dry lips. You hadn’t actually seen your neighbor before, though if you’d known he was built like goddamn Hercules, you might have been more inclined to keep a civil tongue in your head.

“What’s the problem?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at you. You hoped like hell he hadn’t witnessed the momentary departure of all of your brain function. You cleared your throat.

“It’s um, it’s late.” You stammered, cursing yourself. Get it together girl. “And you’re being really loud.” He held a hammer loosely in his metal hand, a testament to the construction he’d just been taking part in. You grew bolder. “Maybe try doing your remodeling during regular hours?” You suggested snippily, crossing your arms. His eyes traveled lower, and suddenly you were painfully aware that you weren’t wearing a bra. You were still in your pajamas, a tank-top and shorts that were probably too small to be decent. You quickly uncrossed your arms, not missing the lascivious smirk that spread across his handsome features.

“See that’s the problem doll,” He said, clearly enjoying the way you fumed at the pet-name. “I work during ‘regular people hours’.” He ran a hand through his hair, and you tried not to lick your lips as his muscles bunched and flexed under his skin. “So you can kind of see my problem.”

“You’re not the only person in the building,” You snapped. “Other people live here too.”

“And you’re the only one complaining.” He replied easily, and you fought the urge to stomp your foot. It was the lack of sleep making you tired and irritable, you already knew this, but his flippant attitude certainly wasn’t helping. You wanted to scream, but you held it in—barely.

“Look. It’s 3:08 in the morning, and—”

“3:15, actually.”

“—AND you’re making it impossible for me to sleep. My bedroom is right behind…whatever the hell you’re doing in here.” You continued, ignoring his snide interruption.

“Poor thing,” He grinned wolfishly at you, his eyes tracing the outline of your breasts hungrily through your shirt. “I’d hate to keep you out of bed.” Your face heated, and you sputtered at him.

“J-just keep it down, okay?” Your voice came out shrill and squeaky, and you winced, turning on your heel. “Some of us are trying to sleep!” You started back down the hallway towards your own apartment, feeling his eyes on your back the whole way.

You slammed your door harder than necessary, and made your way back to your bedroom, your heart pounding a little harder in your chest when you realized that only about three feet of wall separated you from your hot—irritating—neighbor. You laid back down in bed, pressing your face into the pillows.

THUMP!

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.”

You threw yourself back out of bed, forgoing even your slippers this time as you marched back down the hall. You banged on his door again, all semblance of patience gone. He opened it, smirking down at you.

“Yes?” He had the hammer in his hand again, held loosely against his hip. You said nothing as your hand snaked forward, snatching it from his fingers. He was surprised and you used it to your advantage, speeding back down the hall and locking your door as he stared at you, open mouthed.

“Poor thing,” You said mockingly, tossing the hammer onto your counter. He could have it back when he could be responsible with it, goddammit. Until then, you would be keeping it in your custody until Mr. J. Barnes could prove that he wasn’t a threat to your nightly rest. You heard him shuffling down the hallway to knock on your door rather forcefully—but you ignored him. He knocked another time, before you heard him curse loudly on the other side of the door.

“Open up, doll.”

You yawned loudly. “I don’t think I will. I’m actually about to head to bed, so…” You drawled, smirking triumphantly at him through the peep-hole. “Maybe you should too.”

“Very funny. Now open up and give me my tools back, doll.”

“Goodnight, Mr. Barnes.” A heavy thump shook your apartment, and you yelped with surprise—he’d pounded his fist heavily against it.

“This is all very funny,” He growled lowly, in a voice that told you he didn’t actually think it was funny at all. “But I’m serious now. I want my shit.” You scowled. He was the one who’d woken you at the asscrack of dawn with his very un-neighborly racket, and promptly refused to quiet down. You weren’t just standing up for yourself, no—you were making a stand for the twelve other tenants in the building too.

“You want me to give your hammer back?” You hissed through the wood. “Make me.”

The sound of splintering wood was ringing in your ears as his metal fist came easily through the thick wood of your front door, wrapping around the handle as he unlocked it. The door swung open, hitting the wall with a loud bang as you gaped at him. “Y-you can’t—!” His nostrils flared as he looked at you, sprawled on the floor in front of your—now useless—door.

He grabbed your wrist, tugging you to your feet. “Gettin’ real tired of you telling me what I can and can’t do, sweetheart.” He growled, crushing his lips to yours. You gasped in surprise, and he drank the sound greedily, groaning against you. “Fuckin tease—s’this what passes for clothes now?” His hands found your ass, gripping it tightly through the paper thin fabric of your little shorts. You squirmed against him, moaning low in your throat. He delivered a stinging slap to your ass, groaning when you yelped against his lips.

“Shhh,” He said softly, massaging the sore spot he’d just left with cool, metal fingers. He kicked the door shut behind him, walking you further into the apartment. “You’re a real fuckin’ brat, aren’t you doll?” He asked cupping your chin with firm, gentle fingers. You shook your head defiantly. You weren’t sure how this had gone from a disagreement with your neighbor about his after-hours noise level to him punching a hole in your door and then marching inside to deliver the hottest kiss of your life, but here you were. You could feel embarrassing slick gathering between your thighs, and did your best to ignore it.

“N-no! And you need to leave,” You said hotly. “Before I call—” Another sharp slap made you cry out, jerking in his arms. “Ow!”

“Bratty little girls don’t make the rules,” His voice was a low rumble in your ear. “I do.” You sucked a sharp breath into your lungs as he walked you backwards toward your kitchen table. You hated him ordering you around—and more than that, you hated how wet the calm, firm delivery of each command was making you.

“You’re the one breaking into people’s apartments,” You snapped, struggling in his grip, the warm metal whirring as you flailed. This was crazy—you were crazy. You should have been screaming down the building; calling the building manager, calling the cops—but you didn’t. His blue eyes were locked on your face, and you were almost afraid to meet them.

“Only because you stole from me.” He pulled out a chair with his free hand, seating himself. The world flipped on its head as he grabbed you, turning you face down over his lap. Your belly hit his thighs and the wind rushed out of your lungs, leaving you in stunned silence. He clucked his tongue at you as his hands began unabashedly moving over the exposed cheeks of your ass. Your shorts were barely managing to help you retain even an inch of your modesty, and you shivered as cool air moved over the damp spot of cloth covering your pussy. He groped you unabashedly, massaging the cheeks of your ass with slow, satisfied movements, as though he had all the time in the world.

“I didn’t steal from you—” You protested, but your complaint was cut off with another resounding slap that you heard before you felt it. “Ow—stop that!” You whined, kicking your legs uselessly as you tried to wriggle off of his lap.

“You want another one for lying, sweetness?” He asked, his voice low and gravelly.

“I’m not—” SMACK. “Fuck! Stop it!”

He soothed the sting with cool, gentle circles of his metal hand. He ran his fingers through your hair affectionately, wrapping a curl tightly around his thumb before releasing it.

“Now doll. You’re never gonna learn manners if I don’t punish you when you break the rules.” He spanked you again, and the pained cry that tore from your lips ended in a strangled moan. Your face heated, and you pressed it against the leg of his joggers to hide it. You could practically hear the grin dripping from his words. “Oh baby, I think you liked that one.” He chuckled, his fingers dipping between the throbbing cheeks of your ass.

“I don’t need my loud neighbor to teach me manners—hey, no, stop—!!” Your protests came too late, and his cool fingers slid wetly against the swollen lips of your cunt. You were glad that in this position, you couldn’t see the smug, knowing expression you were sure graced his handsome features.

“No?” He asked mockingly, dragging his fingers up and down your slit to collect as much of your wetness as he could. “Could have fooled me.” Your cheeks burned with humiliation, even as your pussy clenched hungrily. He slid one, thick finger into your wet heat, groaning softly. “Fucking tight, too,” He cursed. “Gonna stretch you open on my cock, brat.” He curled his finger inside you, slapping your ass again lightly with his other hand. “Nothin’ to say, huh? Figured you’d shut that smart fuckin’ mouth when I got my hands on you.”

You wanted to tell him to fuck off, that he had no fucking idea what he was talking about—but currently your mouth was busy hanging open, your eyes squeezed shut as he alternated between slipping his fingers into your eager pussy, and laying quick, stinging blows on the soft flesh of your ass. You could feel his hard cock pushing into your belly through his pants, throbbing hotly against you as you squirmed. His calloused thumb circled your clit and you whined, pushing your hips back into his hand. He flicked it and you jerked, burying your teeth in his calf. He hissed, gripping your ass hard with his free hand.

“Fuck.” He hissed under his breath as his cock pulsed against your belly. You grinned, but your pleasure was short lived as he delivered a series of harsh spanks, forcing you to cry out. You pushed at his legs, hitting at them uselessly as he held you still, his fingers still damp with you.

“Looks like nobody ever gave you a proper spanking, sweetheart,” He growled. “But I’ll fix that.” You howled with pain, uncaring if any of the neighbors heard you. When you were sobbing softly against his leg, your pussy soaked and twitching, he righted you, spreading your legs across his lap. “You ready to be good for me, doll?” He asked, tilting your chin up for another kiss. You nodded breathlessly. He reached for the waistband of your shorts, the now warm metal humming against your skin as he tore them easily. He bit his lip at the sight of you, scrubbing a hand down his stubbled chin. “Fuck.”

He didn’t bother taking off his joggers, just sliding them down far enough for the fat head of his cock to spring out, slapping against his stomach. You clenched, suddenly aware of how achingly empty you were. “You want this dick, sweetness?” He asked, tugging your top down to expose your breasts. You nodded eagerly, your eyes flicking up to his and then back down. You reached for him, your hand wrapping around the base and working up to the tip. He grinned. “Then you better ask real nice.”

You swallowed thickly. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Not good enough doll. Try again.” You pouted at him. He slid the head of his cock against you, and you hissed, sucking in a sharp breath.

“Can you please fuck me, Mr. Barnes.”

“Mmm, I like that. Say it again.”

“Please fuck me, Mr. Barnes,” You moaned as he pushed the head of his cock against you, popping it just inside. He cursed, throwing his head back as his eyes slid shut.

“God fucking damn.” He fucked up into you, expletives falling continuously from his lips as he helped you ride him. “So good,” He grunted, his fingers tightening hard on your hips. “Should’a done this weeks ago.” You felt so full, and his hands were everywhere. Ghosting over your back, tweaking your nipples and slapping your already sore ass. You already felt heat building in your belly, tension forcing you to move your hips faster, angle him deeper—and he grabbed your hips, pulling your down hard against him. He swore, pulling you off of him.

You only had time to moan once in complaint before he bent you over the table, kicking your legs apart as he fisted his cock with his other hand, lining himself quickly back up with the tight hole he’d just been occupying.

“Shi-it,” He groaned as he slid in slowly, not stopping until his hips were pressed tightly against the curve of your ass. He fucked you hard, hard enough to shake the little vase of flowers from your table and send it crashing to the floor. Your eyes rolled in your head as your pussy clenched hard around him. So close—

“You gonna cum, baby?” He asked, his hand sliding up your spine to cup the back of your neck, pressing you harder into the table.

“Oh fuck,” You mewled, nodding. “Yes, yes, yes—” You clamped down around him like a vice, fresh wetness coating his cock and the table beneath you as you came harder than you could ever fucking remember—right on your kitchen table. His cock was twitching, his hips still moving against you as you felt answering sticky heat coat your insides. He pressed his forehead to your shoulder, his lips moving silently against your skin in what you could only assume were either praises or curses.

He pulled out of you reluctantly, and it took every ounce of your strength to turn around and look at him, your head still fuzzy. He sat heavily back down in the chair, dragging a hand across his sweaty forehead.

“So…” You asked, trying and failing to stand straight on your still shaking legs. “What’s, um… your name?” You asked, and he laughed.

“Bucky.”

“I hope you’re good with that stupid hammer, Bucky,” You panted. “Because you’re gonna fix my door.”

Fin.

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