#captain hydra x Y/N

[georgiapeach30513]

Mark My Territory

Summary: You evaded him. Again. This constant game was being played of him getting closer to you before you were ripped from his grasp. Again. He won’t miss this time you sly little fox. Your scent is etched in his brain more than anything else in the world. He won’t let his handlers stop him. He will have you. And he will make sure you stay put. You are his…

Pairings: Captain Hydra/Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: dark!explicit

Warnings:  dark, explicit language, explicit sexual content, non con/dub con, kidnapping, throwing, choking, fingering, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.9K

Steve Rogers Masterlist

Captain’s dark blue eyes refocus as he removes his death glare of his next victim.  His fingers still cling to his neck, but they soften enough for a gurgling sound to emit from his disgusting throat.  Lifting his head fully up, the Captain gazes at his surroundings.  He felt it.  There was a shift.

“You fucking psycho,” the man in his grip screams, but the Captain squeezes as tight as he possibly can, cutting off all air to his lungs, before letting his lifeless body fall down to the pavement.  

Now he could focus.  Pulling his mask down, he takes a long sniff of air before his mouth turns up into an evil smirk, “Son of a bitch,” someone in the control center screams.  “He’s got that crazed look on his face.  He senses her.”

Popping his neck, he lifts his mask back up, and stalks down the road, while a team is sent in to retrieve him.  He was useless when he could feel you.  “Get someone in there now!” Nobody wanted to get in between you and the Captain.  There were always a few casualties.  A few soldiers were always lost.  Only one could ever get his focus away from you.

“He can’t find her.  We’re going to have to change her location again,” he takes a slow pause, seeing the Captain’s body cam.  “Too late,” he groans.

You stand up slowly out from under the table.  Trembling a bit, even if you had a feeling that he would never physically hurt you.  His height was vast and he was just as broad.  Terrifying and ways, and you weren’t sure what he wanted from you.  He always just stood there in front of you.  “Won’t you show me what you look like?” He shakes his head no, but extends his hand towards you.

“I don’t know what you want,” he wiggles his fingers, grunting a bit.  “Are you wanting me to hold your hand?” One nod, and another grunt.  Gulping, you step closer, tickling your fingers against his, and a shift happens to his eyes.

“Do I know you?” His free hand starts to pull down his mask as men surround you.  Jerking you away from him, and he releases an animalistic scream, throwing men aside.  And when someone grabs you from behind, dragging you his yells become growls.  

Lifting up grown men to toss onto the road.  His eyes hardly ever leave you.  You feel pity for him.  He was wanting to protect you.  He didn’t want their hands on you.  “NO!” He screams as a hand covers your mouth.  “MINE!” 

That was a turn of events.  He felt ownership over you.  Why?  Why did he feel connected to you?  He always found you.  Marching over to one man, the Captain’s fingers circle his neck as he turns back to you and your captor.  The man raises his gun pointing it at your head, and the tiniest little whimper squeaks out of your throat.

“NO!” He screams, cracking that man’s neck like it was a toothpick.  “NO hurt!” Tears drift down your cheeks, wetting the man’s knuckles.  There was something about his eyes.  “No,” he wasn’t yelling anymore he was pleading.  “Mine.”

“Soldier, we can’t take a civilian.  You have to go back,” he shakes his head no, a choked mine whispers at the man.  “She stays.”

Stays?  An option to take you wasn’t on the table.  You weren’t going anywhere.  “You might as well let him keep his little pet.  How many more missions are we going to have where he senses her?” Someone speaks into the ear of your captor.  “What’s the worst that could happen?  Might work out for our benefit if he knows he gets to go home to that piece of ass.”

“Soldier, at ease,” the soldier shakes his head no, repeating that you were his.  “At ease.  Get in the truck.  She’s coming with us.”

“No!” You wail, but the soldier walks over to you.  Lifting you up to throw you on his shoulder.  “No!  Let me go.  I am not yours!” 

“Mine!” 

Hitting him felt like he was made of bricks.  Solid and thick.  He makes no sound of distress, just keeps walking.  You could practically feel his smirk as he struts to the truck.  “Let me go!  Put me down!”

“No,” gone is the anger.  It was lighthearted.  This was sick.  This is not the way you wanted to die.  Become a play toy for this psycho that was going to do unthinkable forms of torture to you.  

——

The Captain grunts as he walks through the doors of the compound.  He had one thing on his mind, and it had nothing to do with taking his gear off, and being checked over.  A doctor comes over to his side, but he pushes him away.  

“You need to be cleaned, Captain.”

“Mmm,” he growls, continuing to his new mission.  It's what he deserved.

“Oh, let him have his fun,” an older man steps into the light, smiling at him.  “Having that stupid girl here is making things run so smoothly.  Let him pound into her tight twat.  Maybe eventually he’ll literally split her in half and we won’t have to worry about it again.  No more distractions.  Go ahead, Captain.  Fuck your girl.”

He grunts again.  He didn’t fuck you.  He owned you.  He loved you, and he could think of nothing more than sinking into your warmth.  Could already feel your velvety walls cling tight to his aching cock.  Getting out of his suit was going to be a bitch.  But you were worth it.  

He opens the door to your shared cell, and you hurl a shoe at him.  He catches it.  He always does.  Popping his neck, he curls his finger towards you, pointing at his suit, “Go to hell.”

Rolling his eyes, the Captain starts to take his suit off, with much more difficulty than if you would just do it for him.  “Just go ahead and kill me, you fucking asshole.”

“No.”

“Say something more than no or mine.”

“No.”

“Fucking brain dead asshole,” he charges towards you, slamming your body up against the wall.  Using his thick thigh to spread your own apart, he slips his hands between them, rubbing over your panty clad mound.  

“Creep.”

“Mmm,” your body betrayed you every fucking time.  If only you could see his face.  You never got to see it.  Hydra had him muzzled up like the feral dog he was.  

“Ahh,” he squeaks, pushing aside your panties.  Pushing in two fingers.  Your body hates you.  Told on you every time with its loud squelching.  “Mine.”

“It’s my pussy, you weirdo,” he pumps into you harder, hearing you whimper, and grunts at your pleasure.  “It’s mine.”

“Mine!” Slipping in a third finger in makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, and he presses his palm against your bundle of nerves.  Driving into you with such force, you couldn’t argue.  He was playing unfairly.  Your pussy didn’t have a brain.  And right now, your own brain couldn’t think.

His arm pinning you to the wall, drifts up higher.  Adding pressure to your neck as your body starts to tingle.  Pushing you further and further into euphoria before he pulls out of you, and tosses you onto the bed.

“My god!  You fucking asshole!  Quit doing that shit.  If you’re going to make me wet, let me come.”

“Mine,” he growls, pulling off his suit into shreds.  That glorious cock bounces up once free, and you have a giant urge to bite it, and also lick off every morsel of precum.  He didn’t require your mouth.  He just wanted to edge you until you passed out.  You swore he finally let your body come once your eyes closed.

“Bet you don’t even know how to make me come,” the Captain chuckles under his mask.  Stomping over to the bed.  Reaching his hand towards you, his thick fingers grab onto your ankle.  Dragging your body down, he flips you over to your knees.  Trying to get away, he smacks you hard on the ass.  “Prove it then.”

He gives your weeping cunt a few slaps before driving into your warmth.  Giving you no time to adjust.  It was an assault on your mind more than anything.  You hated him.  Hated being used as a cocksleeve, but damn if he didn’t stretch you out in the most beautiful fucking way.

Your walls hug tight to him, begging for his touch, and sucking him back into your depths every time he pulls out.  Your pussy needed him, and you hated her for it.  Hated that you knew he was close to returning because she was already pooling slick into your panties.  

As if your crooked panties were keeping you too far away from him, he rips your off own clothes, and never misses a thrust.  Grabbing onto your hips, the Captain uses you to fuck him.  You hoped you had pushed him enough to let you come because you were right there.  You are tired of his games, and just needed relief.  

Whimpering out nonsensical words when he pulls out, and flips you on your back, “Told ya, you fucking pussy.  Don’t even know how to make a woman come.  You piece of shit.”

He rips your legs apart, pinning them on the bed beside your ears and stabs into you.  His whole weight on you made you feel even more magical.  You hated him, and your body.  Hated that he was doing this to you.  You were going to die in this cell with someone who didn’t even talk.  

“You.  Don’t.  Know.  How.  To.  Make.  A.  Woman.  Come,” each word was drug out with every push into your wet heat.  You feel your juices leak down your ass and onto the bed behind you.  It was cruel.  You just hope taunting him was enough.  “Claim my pussy then.”

“Mine!” He growls, pushing into you hard.  “Mine!  Mine!��� You start to see stars.  This was it.  He was finally going to let you come.  It felt like years of no real satisfaction.  Spewing your arousal everywhere, speaking in tongues as you clench your eyes closed, but he keeps going harder.

“Mine!  All mine!” That was a new word.  He was getting somewhere.  “All.  Mine.  MINE!” You couldn’t see, but you could hear the squeak in his voice as he comes undone.  Thick ropes of his cum paint your walls, and you finally feel like you're floating.  

His thrusts slow down, and ever so gently, you reach up to pull off his mask.  Life flashes before your eyes as you stutter.  Trying to find your words.  It couldn’t be.  He had changed, and still had this weird love for you, “Steve?” 

He blinks hard, staring blankly at your face before the softest, “Princess,” whispers off his lips.

“St-St-Steve?  Steve?  Is that really you?” 

“Okay, that’s enough, soldier,” a man walks into your cell, literally pulling Steve out of you, and you sit up crying and shaking your head.  “Erase him.”

“Erase?  No!  No!” 

“Discard the girl.” 

“No!  Mine,” a needle to his neck, makes his eyes close before he’s dragged out of the room.

“I hope you finally enjoyed your orgasm.  He won’t be seeing you again,” the doctor backs out of the cell, leaving you screaming and crying.  You still felt him on every inch of his body, still had his seed dripping out of you.  What was going on.

“You bastards!  You fucking bastards!  Steve!  Steve Rogers, I love you!”

A shadow steps out of the darkness, and raises his finger to his mouth, “Shh,” and then….

Masterlist

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[rogerswifesblog]

Story idea!

@jamneuromain are working on a little story (it was mostly her amazing idea that we continued to vent about till it became a wip) but we need a title for it! We have come up with some ideas. And it’s up to you which will be the final title!

All you need to know about the story: enemies to lovers, misunderstandings, injuries and amnesia!

Okay, okay, here’s also the real summary:

This is not how you envisioned your day: Waking up at a hospital with a head injury, surrounded by strange people, and of course, you are desperate to go home.

Wait, where is your home? And more importantly, who are you??

Luckily, you have a dutiful (and handsome) fiance who expresses his regret and worry that you fell. On your head. Thus, all your memories are gone.

Amnesia is a bad thing, isn't it?

Too bad you didn’t remember you never had a fiancé.

Now to the titles

[buckysdollsworld]

Hi guys I am working on a few different projects and posting will probably get slow again but i promise new stories coming soon including Supernatural, the adventures of y/n Stark and Bucky Barnes, and many more new fanfictions to come and if anyone has suggestions for short stories or anything feel free to request them

[thinkingaboutlifefornow]

The brave little ghost

Chapter 7

Bucky x reader

Warnings - swearing, themes around SA

(( I’ve sadly been busy the last couple days with a wedding and work. This chapter does involve some themes of SA, although there is no graphic details. But those who know, know. Again any likes on this post are really appreciated ))

………

“ Ready to comply Phantom?” Sir asked.

“Yes Sir” you replied back, emotionless. You were stood on what seemed to be the bow of a mega yacht, dressed in an almost see through summer dress blowing gently in the breeze.

“Good, I have some clientele that we need your persuasion for” he grinned, like that cat that got the cream.

He held out his arm for you to link yours through, and as you did you turned to walk toward the main salon. Winter met you both as he kept watch outside the door. He looked at you with sadness in his eyes, he knew what was coming. You didn’t. You had been wiped with no memories of the times before.

…..

“No! Don’t fucking touch me!” Your voiced screamed, but you were dreaming and these were memories.

You woke as a hand touched your shoulder, without thinking your muscle memory took over. You now realised as you flipped the man over and retrieved your knife from under your pillow that it was Steve.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” Another primal scream coming from your throat before your brain caught up with what your eyes could see.

“It’s just me, I’m not going to hurt you.” He was almost playing dead, like you were a bear ready to defend herself. “It’s Steve.”

Your hair stuck to your skin, your breath deep and fast. The fight response kicked in hard while you were dreaming.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I…I” your voice trailed off, caught in your throat unlike the tears you tried to stop rolling down your cheek.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here” Steve had caught your bad dreams a few times now. He didn’t know what you went through, but he had told you about his best friend, Bucky. He was captured by HYDRA during the war and that for the short time before he died he struggled with some nightmares from his time there.

You rolled over to the side of the bed while you sobbed. Steve just held you, letting you get out your emotions that so often you didn’t show anyone. Normally after your nightmares it allowed other memories in, like the ones that you and Steve were like brother and sister. Or the time you and Natasha drank 4 bottles of red wine in the kitchen.

……

When you woke Steve was already gone, that was the normal pattern. You’d have nightmares, Steve would comfort you back to sleep and then would disappear off. As far as you could tell no one else knew about your dreams and no one knew Steve was helping you through them.

You rise from your bed, walking out the door of your bedroom into your own personal living room and through to your bathroom. Warm showers still uncomfortable for you, reminding you of times when your only use was for those of clients. The cold showers reminded you of when your only use was for death of missions. You picked a cold shower this morning, not wanting to be reminded of last nights dream.

You stepped into the shower, shivering immediately from the icy cold water pricking your skin. You grabbed the soap and a wash cloth and began scrubbing your skin. You didn’t know how long you had been going at it, your skin now very red and in some very small places the top layer of skin coming off. You still didn’t feel clean. Tears escaped your eyes yet again.

You didn’t know if you’d ever feel clean again, neither from the hands of others or the blood you spilled from others yourself.

[brunchable]

Pregnancy Pillow vs Captain America

Pairings: Dad-to-be Steve Rogers x Pregnant Reader. Themes/Summary:Light-hearted. Steve is feeling lonely on his side of the bed, and it's the pregnancy pillow's fault. A/N: I haven't been giving Steve some love lately. . . so here a cute little oneshot of how he will react when y/n brings out the pregnancy pillow. I don't own any of the images ya'll credits to their owners.

tags: @mrsevans90 @haruvalentine4321

Steve comes out of the ensuite after his shower, his white t-shirt clinging to his body and hair damp. He throws you an easy smile, the kind that makes his blue eyes crinkle at the corners, as he heads towards the bedroom. But the moment he steps inside, he halts mid-stride, staring at the bed like it’s personally offended him.

There it is again: the pregnancy pillow. An immovable, unforgiving barricade that now divides your once-cozy bed like a dam, stretching from one end to the other. Steve tilts his head, squinting at it as if that might reduce its size.

He throws his hands on his hips and sighs dramatically. 

“You know, I fought Hydra,” he says, voice dripping with exasperation. “I’ve been through hell and back. But this—” he gestures to the pillow, “—is the one enemy I can’t seem to defeat.”

You burst into laughter from your side of the bed, propped up by a series of other pillows meant to cushion every conceivable ache or discomfort. “Steve, it’s a pillow.”

“It’s a monstrosity,” he argues. “It’s like the Great Wall of China, but made out of—” he pokes at it cautiously, like it might snap back at him, “—fluffy foam and… whatever this is.” He groans, flopping down onto his side of the bed with a huff.

“Pregnancy pillows are supposed to be supportive,” you say in an exaggeratedly sweet tone, rolling your eyes.

“Supportive?” He scoffs, attempting to squeeze his hand through the tiny gap between the pillow and your hip. “It’s so supportive I need to make an appointment to get within three feet of my wife.”

You press your lips together, trying not to laugh as you watch him contort, his long arms flailing. “I know it’s not ideal, but I need it, Steve.”

“Why does it have to be so big?” He sounds like a sullen child, tugging at the end of the pillow like he’s considering wrestling it out of the bed entirely. “Can’t they make a smaller one? One that doesn’t make me feel like I’m living on the opposite side of the planet?”

You shake your head. “Trust me, if there were a way to make it smaller and still work, I’d be using it.”

Steve finally manages to get a bit of his arm over the pillow’s edge, his fingers barely brushing your shoulder. He lets out a soft noise of triumph, and then—he leans in close, his forehead almost bumping the pillow’s fabric. 

“Hey,” he murmurs, as if the pillow itself is an eavesdropper. “Wanna come over to my side?”

Your laugh breaks out fully then. “Are you trying to seduce me over a pillow, Rogers?”

“Absolutely,” he deadpans, his face all faux-seriousness. He wiggles his eyebrows and purses his lips. “I’ve got ‘plenty’ of space over here, you know. Might be a little lonely, though. Could use some company.”

You lean back into the pillow, giggling at the sight of this fully-grown super soldier pouting at a piece of fabric. “I’m not crawling over this thing. You’ll just have to wait until the baby’s born.”

Steve blinks, his face crumpling in over-the-top shock. “Wait. Until the baby is born? That’s months away!”

“Yup.” You nod solemnly, enjoying the way his mouth drops open.

“Months?” He repeats, shaking his head as if he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “I’m supposed to be a dad in a few months and I can’t even get a hug?”

You finally give in, shifting to face him. 

“C’mere, you big baby.” With some maneuvering, you manage to reach over the pillow, clasping his face between your hands. He grins triumphantly and leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed as if it’s the greatest victory he’s ever won.

Steve kisses your palm, peeking an eye open at the pillow. “We’re not done yet, pillow,” he mutters dramatically, earning another peal of laughter from you.

He straightens and stares at the pillow again, rubbing his chin like he’s trying to come up with a strategy. “Maybe… I can find a way to make this work.”

“Oh really?” you tease. “You’re gonna outsmart a pillow?”

“Absolutely.” He nods firmly. “If I can’t get past it, I’ll just have to—” With sudden determination, Steve heaves his leg over the top of the pillow, straddling it awkwardly like he’s mounting a wild horse. You raise an eyebrow, biting back a grin.

“Steve—”

He shushes you, waving a hand. “Shh. Let me have this.”

You watch, thoroughly amused, as he tries to maneuver his entire body over the pillow without crushing it—or falling off the bed. He flops, shifts, and mutters curses under his breath, but finally—finally—he makes it to your side, lying beside you with a triumphant smirk.

“See?” he pants, a little out of breath. “I did it.”

“Wow,” you say, clapping lightly. “Captain America, conqueror of pillows.”

“Damn right.” He beams at you, his face flushed from the exertion. “Now…” He reaches for you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close, despite the awkward angle. His hand, large and warm, comes to rest gently on your rounded stomach. His thumb makes slow circles over the fabric of your nightshirt, brushing against the small rise. The smile that spreads across his face is soft, almost reverent. 

“Hey there, little one.”

The teasing, playful glint in his eyes fades to something softer, more intense as he gazes down at your belly. His palm splays wide, covering the bump entirely, and he rubs with a featherlight touch. You feel the familiar flutter of movement beneath his hand, and Steve’s entire face lights up.

“Did you feel that?” He whispers, eyes wide with wonder, his breath catching.

You nod, your hand covering his, sharing the moment with him. “That’s your baby, Steve.”

He swallows hard, blinking away the sudden moisture in his eyes as he continues to trace gentle patterns on your skin. “I can’t believe it,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “I can’t believe… this is happening.”

Your heart aches at the vulnerability in his voice, the raw emotion he’s never been able to hide from you. “You’re going to be a wonderful dad.”

He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Only because you’re going to be an amazing mom,” he murmurs against your skin. His hand lingers on your stomach, his fingers spreading as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of it.

The baby shifts again, and Steve lets out a soft laugh, a sound filled with awe. “I’m pretty sure this little one already loves you more than anyone else.”

“And what about you?” you tease, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.

He shrugs, eyes still fixed on your stomach. “I’ll just have to win them over.” He glances up, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. “Starting with getting rid of this pillow.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Nice try, Captain. It stays.”

He sighs dramatically but leans down to kiss your belly one more time. “Okay, okay, you win,” he mutters, though the smile on his face is nothing short of blissful. “For now.”

You lean back, resting your hand atop his, and the two of you stay like that for a while—Steve murmuring quiet promises to the baby, his fingers drawing lazy circles over your belly. Even with the pillow still stubbornly wedged between you, it’s one of the most intimate moments you’ve ever shared.

Steve might be fighting a losing battle against the Great Pillow, but right now, with his hand on your stomach and your laughter filling the room, he’s never felt closer to you.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hi can I request a Bucky x yn where it was her who was knocked off the train not him and years later Bucky finds out that she’s the winter soldier and Steve wants to stop her at all costs but Bucky says she’s still in there.

It’s on the HYDRA plane where he gets through to her and they get married and have sex in the end

She’s Still In There » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!40s Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend/Agent!Female Reader with Post Serum Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x Winter Soldier!Female Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America, Sam Wilson/Falcon, and Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Summary: You fall off the train during a mission in the 1940s. Years later, Bucky has an encounter with you and does everything he can to get you back to your normal self.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, soft Smut (18+), language, mentions of death, HYDRA, nightmares, violence, blood, crying, husband!Bucky/wife!reader, kissing, hickeys, sweet/dirty talk, unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request @bladesismylife 🩵

A/N #2: Italic text is nightmares and flashbacks. Thank you to @buck-star for helping come up with some ideas for this!🩵 Bucky is still a Super Soldier and let’s pretend that Bucky doesn’t have a metal arm, he’s not the Winter Soldier, and he’s a SHIELD Agent in this. Enjoy!

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

1945

“I don’t think the guys would appreciate that we keep kissing when we’re supposed to be working.” You giggled softly.

“I don’t care.” Bucky says, pecking your lips once again.

You smiled and kissed him sweetly. The kiss was short lived when Steve pulled you and Bucky apart.

“I’m happy that you two are in love, but no kissing during missions.” Steve says.

“Yes, Captain!” You and Bucky say, playfully saluting him.

Steve playfully rolled his eyes at you guys.

“See you guys down there.” Steve says.

“We’re right behind you.” Bucky says.

Steve zip lines down to the train. Bucky zipped line behind him a few seconds after him, along with you. You three landed on top of the train. Bucky opened the hatch on the train’s roof. Steve jumped inside first, then you, and Bucky. Steve held his shield in front of himself. Bucky shielded you with his body, which you find sweet.

Steve got separated from you two when a sliding door closed and a HYDRA agent started shooting at you and Bucky. You guys dodged the blasts and shot at him, taking him down with ease. Then Bucky ran out of bullets. The sliding door opened back up and Steve tossed a gun to Bucky. He caught it and picked up where he left off. Steve used all of his strength to push something heavy into the HYDRA agent, which knocked him down.

“I had him on the ropes.” Bucky says.

“I know you did.” Steve says.

A HYDRA agent came up behind Bucky and Steve, aiming his gun at them.

“Guys, watch out!” You shouted.

They turned around to see him. Steve pushed you and Bucky behind him to shield you guys from the blast he shot at you guys, which knocked all you three to the floor and made a hole in the train’s wall. You picked up Steve’s shield and started shooting at him. The HYDRA agent shot a blast at you, sending you outside of the train. You were hanging on a handle that was about to fall off.

“Y/N, I’m coming!” Bucky yells.

You nodded. Bucky moved towards you carefully, trying not to fall off.

“Grab my hand!” He yells, extending his hand out to you.

You reached your hand out to his, your fingertips brushing lightly against his before the handle gave out and you fell off the side of the train. You screamed as you plummeted downward.

“Y/N!” Bucky screams, watching you fall.

Bucky gets back on the train with Steve’s help. He stared down where you fell. He broke down in tears. Steve put a comforting hand on Bucky’s back. Steve teared up too.

“Come on, man. Y/N would want us to finish this mission successfully.” Steve says softly.

Bucky nods and sniffles. He wiped his tears away before standing up and finishing the mission with Steve. The only thing Bucky wants to do is that he wants to take down every single HYDRA agent with his bare hands for what happened to you.

PRESENT DAY

That day of you fall off the train has haunted Bucky for years. He can still hear your scream as you plummeted down thousands of feet. Bucky was tossing and turning in his sleep, sweat covered his face.

“Grab my hand!” He yells, extending his hand out to you.

You reached your hand out to his, your fingertips brushing lightly against his before the handle gave out and you fell off the train. You screamed as you plummeted downward.

Once again, Steve had to wake up Bucky from his reoccurring nightmare. He walked over to Bucky’s bed and sat down next to him.

“Buck.” Steve gently shook him. “Wake up. You’re having that nightmare again.” He whispers.

“Y/N!” Bucky shouts when he finally woke up from the nightmare.

Steve moved back a bit to give Bucky some space. Bucky sat up, breathing heavily.

“I almost had her.” Bucky says, his voice cracking and eyes tearing up.

“I know you did.” Steve says softly, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Bucky inhales deeply and shakily exhales.

“What time is it?” Bucky asks.

“Almost 8am. Training starts in a couple hours.” Steve says.

“I’ll be ready in a little bit.” He says.

“Take all the time you need.” He says, patting his shoulder.

Bucky smiles. Steve left his bedroom so he can get ready for the day. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom to splash cold water in his face to wake himself up more before getting dressed.

Training for Bucky consists of sparring with Steve and punching at the punching bag. Today, he just punched the punching bag. He’s already on the second one after busting the first one.

“Did he have that nightmare again?” Natasha asks, standing next to Steve.

“Yes.” Steve answers quietly.

Fury walks in the gym when Bucky punched the punching bag so hard that he sent it across the gym, sand leaking out of it.

“I’ll pay for those.” Bucky says, pointing at the busted punching bags.

“Don��t worry about it.” Fury says.

Bucky nods and left the gym. Steve watched him leave, already knowing that he’s going home to think about you like he always does.

“Bucky needs to go out more instead of upsetting himself about his girlfriend’s death.” Natasha says.

“I agree.” Steve says.

Steve got to thinking. Bucky leaving the apartment more often than just going to SHIELD would be good for him.

“Where are we going?” Bucky asks, leaning forward and sticking his head in between the front seats.

“That’s for us to know and for you to find out.” Steve says.

Natasha pulled Bucky back in his seat. He sighs and looks out the window, watching cars pass by. Suddenly, a car hit Sam’s car, startling everyone in the car. A thud was heard on the roof of the car and then a hand was punched through the windshield and ripped the steering wheel out of the car. Everyone’s eyes went wide. Steve put the car in park and whoever was on the roof of the car flew off of it and landed on the road a great distance away from them. Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Natasha stared at you. They knew who you were without having to see your face. They all got out of the car, running away from you.

You shot at them, missing all of them and shooting Steve’s shield. The four of them knew what they had to do… fight back. Steve already had his shield and Natasha had a couple guns on her. Bucky and Sam knocked out a couple HYDRA agents and took their guns. You dodged the bullets with ease when they shot at you. You looked at all four of them, trying to decide who to go for first. That’s when your eyes landed on Bucky. You walked towards him. You aimed your gun at him, shooting at him. Bucky dodged the bullets by hiding behind a random car. Steve threw his shield past you to catch you off guard so Bucky could get away from you. You ended up catching his shield and threw it at Bucky. It got stuck in a nearby van. Bucky looked at the shield and then looked at you.

You got a knife out of your thigh holster and flipped it in your hand before making your way toward him. You tried to stab him, but Bucky stopped you each time. He managed to smack the knife out of your hand and ran. You chased after him, catching up with him with ease and jumped on his back. You put him in a chokehold with your arms. Bucky stumbled backwards, grabbing onto a car so he didn’t fall. He reached his hands back, grabbing onto your tactical jacket and used all of his strength to throw you off of him. Your goggles and mask fell off your face when you hit the ground. You turned around, staring at Bucky. Bucky’s eyes went wide and his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach.

“Y/N?” Bucky says with shock in his voice.

“Who the hell is Y/N?” You asked.

Steve caught up to Bucky, his eyes going wide when he seen you. Sam came flying behind you and kicked you to knock you down when you aimed a gun at Bucky and Steve. You stood up, staring at Bucky. Natasha shot at you.

“Stop shooting at her!” Bucky yells at her, smacking the gun out of her hand.

Bucky looked over to where you were standing, only to find out that you weren’t there anymore. He ran all over the place in the area to find you, but couldn’t find you. His mind was all over the place. He fell to his knees in the middle of the road. He didn’t know what to think. Steve, Sam, and Natasha caught up to Bucky.

“Bucky, are you ok?” Steve asks softly, crouching down next to him.

“She’s alive.” Bucky mumbles. “She looked right at me and didn’t recognize me as her boyfriend.” He says, his eyes tearing up.

It took everything in Bucky to not break down in tears. Tears did roll down his cheeks. He knows one thing… he’s going to go after you and try to get you to remember him.

———

You were back at the HYDRA base getting patched up. You were leaning back in the chair, staring off at the wall on the other side of the room. You were lost in your thoughts. There was something familiar about the man you fought today.

“James!” You squealed when Bucky picked you up from behind and spun you around.

Bucky put you back on your feet and turned you around so you two were face to face. He cupped your cheeks and kisses you passionately. You smiled against his lips and grasped onto his Army uniform.

“I missed you today, doll.” Bucky whispers against your lips.

“We seen each other this morning before you trained.” You say with a smile.

“That was hours ago.” He says with a playful pout.

You giggled and pecked his pouty lips softly.

“We’re going out for dinner and dancing tonight.” He says softly.

“Sounds romantic. I can’t wait.” You almost whispered, smiling up at your boyfriend.

You quickly sat up, shoving away the doctor who was patching you up. The HYDRA agents who were in the room pointed their guns at you. Alexander Pierce, Brock Rumlow, and a few other people walked in the room. Pierce motioned for the agents to put their guns down, in which they did.

“Mission report.” Pierce says.

Instead of answering him, you stared off at the wall again. Pierce smacked you across your face when you didn’t answer him. You furrowed your eyebrows, thinking about the familiar man you seen today.

“The man on the bridge…” You looked up at Pierce. “Who was he?” You asked.

“Which one?” He asks.

“The one with the long brown hair.” You replied.

“He was part of your assignment today.” He says.

“I knew him. I knew the blonde man too.” You say softly.

Pierce started talking about how you shaped the century, but you weren’t really listening. You kept thinking about the long haired man on the bridge.

“I’m going to need you to do it one more time.” He says.

You nodded, agreeing to do it again.

“Wipe her memory.” Pierce says.

The doctor nodded and pushed you back in the chair, strapping your arms down to the arms of the chair. You tried to prepare yourself for the pain that’s about to come when you get your memory wiped, even though, you know what it feels like.

———

“Bucky, you’re not thinking rationally. Y/N needs to be stopped at all costs.” Steve says.

“I don’t care, Steve. I’m going try to get her to remember the man she’s in love with.” Bucky says.

“Barnes, she’s the Winter Soldier. She can easily kill you.” Natasha says.

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.” He says.

“Buck…” Steve whispers.

“Don’t try to stop me, Steve. My mind is made up.” He says.

Steve grabbed Bucky’s arm to get him to stop walking.

“I care about her too, Buck.” Steve says softly.

“She’s still in there, Steve. I know it. Please let me do this.” Bucky says, his eyes tearing up.

Steve seen the sadness in his best friend’s eyes. He knows how much you mean to Y/N. He’s also not going to let him do this alone.

“You’re not doing this alone. You’re gonna need a team.” Steve says, referring to himself, Natasha, and Sam.

Sam and Natasha nodded in agreement, agreeing to help him out. Bucky looks at Steve and then looks at Sam and Natasha.

“I’m in charge.” Bucky says.

Steve nods.

“Suit up and get your weapons ready. Y/N needs our help.” He says.

———

Steve, Sam, and Natasha with helping Bucky get to you. Now, Bucky is standing inside of the helicarrier across from you, a few feet separating you guys.

“Please don’t make me do, doll.” Bucky pleads softly.

You stared at him with no emotion. Bucky watched as watched took a knife out of your thigh holster and flipped it in your hand. He took a deep breath before you two charged at each other. Bucky easily avoided the knife. He managed to tackled you to the ground. He yanked the knife out of your hand and threw it somewhere in the hellicarrier. He pins your legs down with his legs and pins your arms above your head, holding them down with one hand. His free hand gently caresses your cheek.

“You’re not the Winter Soldier, doll. Your name is Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.” Bucky says, trying to get through to you.

You squirmed in his hold, trying to get free. Bucky’s strength overpowered yours.

“Remember me, doll? It’s James. I’m your boyfriend.” He tells you.

You still tried to get free of his hold on you.

“This isn’t you. This is HYDRA’s control on you. You have to fight it, babydoll. Can you do that for me?” He says softly.

You used all of your strength and somehow got free of Bucky’s hold. You kneed him in the stomach to get him off of you. He groaned in pain and fell to the ground next to you. You sat up and got on top of him, pointing a gun at him.

“You’re my mission.” You growled, cocking the gun.

“Then finish it. I’m with you to the end of the line, doll. Just know, I forgive you.” Bucky says softly.

You lowered your gun, staring at Bucky in confusion and wide eyes. You were confused on why he was giving up so easily. That’s when all of your memories came flooding back into your mind like a broken dam. You dropped the gun and got off of Bucky, sitting down next to him and held your head in your heads. Your breathing became heavy and squeezed your eyes shut. Bucky sat up, keeping his eyes on you.

“Y/N?” Bucky says softly.

You finally recognized his voice. You looked up, seeing the man you fell in love with years ago.

“James?” You whispered.

“It’s me, doll.” He whispers.

You threw yourself in his arms, hugging him tightly. Tears fell from your eyes and his.

“Let’s get you out of here.” He says softly, picking you up bridal style.

———

Over a year later, you and Bucky got married and bought a house. You and him couldn’t ask for a more perfect life than this.

“Bucky.” You giggled when Bucky kissed your neck softly, his stubble tickling your neck. “Your beard is tickling me.” You say.

“You’ve never complained about it before.” Bucky says.

He spun you around and kissed you sweetly. The kiss turned heated quickly. Bucky picked you up and carried you to yours and his bedroom. He gently laid you down on the bed and hovered over you, his Army dog tags dangling above your face. Bucky smiles as he gazes down at you. You gazed up at him, moving his long hair out of his face.

“You’re unbelievably gorgeous, babydoll.” Bucky whispers before kissing you passionately.

Bucky’s hands found their way to the bottom of your -his- t-shirt and took it off of you, pulling away from your lips momentarily. His fingers traced every scar on your body before softly kissing each one of them.

Your hands tugged at Bucky’s t-shirt, wanting it off. Bucky sat back on his knees to take his shirt off. He then put his hands on the tops of your thighs, rubbing them as he gaze down at you. His hands made their way to the waistband of your leggings. He looked at you, waiting for permission. You lifted your hips as a way of giving him permission. Bucky took your leggings off and dropped them on the floor.

“How come I’m showing more skin than you?” You asked with a pout.

Bucky chuckles lightly before getting off the bed to take his sweatpants off. You took your bra and panties off while Bucky took off his boxers. He got back on the bed in between your spread legs. He leaned over you and gave you a soft kiss.

“Are you ready, babydoll?” Bucky asks softly.

“Yes.” You replied softly.

Bucky lined his hard cock at your entrance and slowly slid it in your pussy. A soft gasp left your lips. Your hands grasped onto his arms, digging your nails in his skin. Even though, you’re used to his size, it just feels different compared to what his size years ago.

“James…” You moaned softly.

“I got you, babydoll.” He almost whispers. “I’ll take care of you.” He says softly.

Bucky’s thrusts were gentle and loving, which you didn’t mind. You love it when he’s gentle and loving with you. Sometimes you want more. You and Bucky liked to switch it up between gentle and loving and quick and fast in the 40s, but now, he’s just gentle with you. He doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable in any way, even though he knows what you can handle and he’s known you for years.

“More please.” You begged softly.

Bucky complies to your soft begs. He sped up his thrusts. You threw your head back against the pillow, enjoying the pleasure you were receiving from your husband. Bucky leaned down, kissing along the column of your neck. He moved his lips to the side of your neck, his teeth nipping on your skin as he marked you up.

You and Bucky gazed at each other with love and adoration in your eyes. You grasped onto his dog tags, giving them a yank to pull him down for a kiss. Bucky’s lips felt soft against yours. Your hands found their way to his head, carding your fingers through his long soft brown hair. One of Bucky’s hands gently caressed your cheek.

“I love you, James.” You say softly and breathlessly.

“I love you too, babydoll.” Bucky almost whispers.

Your orgasm was building up. So was Bucky’s. He could sense it.

“You close, doll?” He pants.

You moaned and nodded your head in response. Bucky started rubbing your clit, your orgasm coming fast.

“Oh god!” You threw your head back against the pillow. “Fuck, James!” You moaned loudly.

“Cum for me, doll.” He says softly.

A loud moan left your lips as you came on his cock. Bucky rubbed your clit a few more times before focusing on his own orgasm, which wasn’t too far behind yours. A low moan left Bucky’s lips as he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a stop and he pulled out, laying down next to you. You snuggled yourself against your husband.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked after a few minutes.

“Anything, doll.” Bucky says.

“That day on the bridge and hellicarrier, how did you know I was still there?” You asked softly.

“I just knew when I seen you. You’ve always been the woman I fell in love with when we were in the Army.” He almost whispers.

You smiled and leaned up to kiss him sweetly.

“You’ve always been the man I fell in love with.” You whispered.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[magical-reid]

Remembering James

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Barnes!Reader (No use of Y/N, reader is referred as Mrs./Dr. Barnes)

Setting: Modern MCU timeline, Avengers Tower.

Perspective: Third Person Limited (Reader’s perspective).

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: Dr. Barnes, a super soldier with no memory of her past, is called to assist the Avengers, where she encounters Bucky Barnes, a man she feels inexplicably drawn to but doesn't remember. As she begins to reconnect with her past, she discovers a deep bond with Bucky that was lost to time and memory.

Hospitals were familiar, almost comforting in their routine. Between the soft hum of monitors and the sterile scent of disinfectant, you’d carved out a life here, even if you had no idea where you’d come from before it.

You woke up one day, seventy years displaced, with only a few clues to your identity: a simple wedding band, dog tags clutched in your hand, and the name James tattooed on the inside of your wrist. The world said you were a super soldier, part of a classified experiment during World War II, but your own memories didn’t agree—or, more accurately, they didn’t exist.

James Barnes. Who are you?

The hospital pager clipped to your scrubs buzzed sharply, dragging you back to the present.

“Paging Dr. Barnes,” the voice crackled over the intercom. “Stark Enterprises has a… situation. You’ve been requested to assist the Avengers immediately. Pack your things.”

You groaned softly. Tony Stark always had a flair for dramatics.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Meeting the Avengers

You spotted them the moment they entered the ER. Steve Rogers led the group, all commanding presence and tightly-wound charm. Behind him was Sam Wilson, cracking a grin at something Steve said. But it was the third man—the one with long, dark hair and intense blue eyes—that stopped you in your tracks.

You knew him. Or you thought you did.

You'd only remembered seeing his face on the news, plastered beside headlines of destruction and redemption. But here, in person, the sight of him struck a chord. Something inside you stirred. The name was on the tip of your tongue, but nothing came to you except a strange feeling in your chest: part longing, part ache.

“Dr. Barnes?” Steve’s voice broke through the haze, his hand extended for a handshake. “I’m Captain Steve Rogers. Tony asked us to escort you to the Tower.”

“Of course,” you said, plastering on a professional smile, though your gaze flickered back to the man Steve hadn’t introduced. He stood stiffly, his expression unreadable, but his eyes stayed glued to you, like he was memorizing every detail.

“And you are?” you asked, directing the question to him.

“James,” he said softly. Then, louder: “Bucky Barnes.”

You froze. Your breath hitched as the dog tags hidden beneath your scrub top suddenly felt unbearably heavy.

James Barnes. My James?

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

A Familiar Stranger

The ride to Avengers Tower was uneventful, though Bucky’s presence loomed in the confined space of the Quinjet. He sat across from you, his gloved hands gripping the edge of his seat. Every now and then, you caught him glancing at you before quickly looking away.

When you arrived, Tony wasted no time giving you a tour of the medbay, but your attention kept drifting back to the Winter Soldier. He hovered at the edge of your vision like a shadow. Something about him felt… familiar.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Bucky’s Plan

Bucky clenched his fists to hide their trembling.

She didn't remember him.

When Steve had first read Dr. Barnes' profile aloud the name had nearly floored Bucky. Seventy years and a broken mind hadn't dulled his memory of her: his wife. Bucky’s memories of you were sharp, even after decades of Hydra’s brainwashing. The night he’d met you—the base nurse who’d patched up his wounds with a quick wit and an even quicker smile—was etched into his soul. Marrying you, even in the chaos of wartime, had been the best decision of his life.

And yet, when he saw you today, you looked right through him, now you didn’t remember him.

The thought was unbearable. But Bucky had a plan. If you didn’t remember him, then he’d make sure you noticed him now.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Operation: Get Her Attention

Day One: The Phantom Bruise

Bucky sauntered into the medbay with a practiced limp. “Hey, Doc, think I twisted something.”

You raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “I watched you spar earlier. You didn’t limp then.”

He shrugged, his lips twitching into an almost-boyish grin. “Better safe than sorry.”

You rolled your eyes but motioned for him to sit. As you examined him, your hand brushing his leg, he couldn’t help but smirk. He caught your hand lingering on the dog tags peeking out of your shirt before you tucked them away.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Day Three: The Paper Cut Incident

“What is it this time?” you asked, folding your arms as Bucky entered the medbay again.

He held up his finger, a comically tiny paper cut visible. “Could be infected,” he said solemnly.

You sighed but grabbed some antiseptic anyway. “You’re worse than the interns.”

His smirk only grew. “I like the personal touch.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Day Five: The Classic “Accident”

During training, Bucky deliberately let himself take a tumble—hard enough to make Steve wince.

You appeared a few minutes later, muttering under your breath about reckless super soldiers. “Did you do this on purpose?” you asked as you examined his bruised ribs.

“Would I do that?” he asked, his voice teasing.

“Absolutely.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The Dog Tags

One day, you caught him staring at you in the gym, his focus unwavering. You were sparring with Natasha, and though you didn’t have the same bulk as Bucky or Steve, your strength and agility had Natasha on the defensive.

When you landed a sharp jab, your dog tags swung free of your shirt. You saw Bucky’s eyes narrow as they caught the light.

After the match, he approached you, his expression unreadable. “You always wear those?”

“Always.” You tucked them back into your shirt, your voice soft. “They mean something.”

“To you or to him?” His voice was almost bitter.

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing.” He turned and walked away before you could press further.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The Gala

Tony’s party was as over-the-top as expected. You didn’t often dress up, but tonight you’d chosen a sleek black gown with a high slit that revealed just a hint of leg. The dog tags hung openly around your neck, their weight grounding you.

You spotted Bucky across the room, leaning against the bar in a dark suit. He wasn’t looking at you; he was staring.

“Careful,” Natasha teased, nudging him as she joined him at the bar. “You’ll scare her off if you keep looking at her like that.”

“She’s wearing them,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Natasha’s sharp eyes narrowed. “Dog tags? Thought so. What’s the story there, Barnes?”

“Long one.”

Natasha smirked. “You should tell her.”

You caught his eye, and this time, you didn’t look away. Slowly, you walked across the room, your dress swaying with every step. When you reached him, you tilted your head.

“Care to dance?”

He hesitated, then nodded. “Always.”

As you danced, your hand slipped to your wrist, brushing the tattoo.

“I remember,” you whispered.

His breath hitched. “You… do?”

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Took me long enough, huh?”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The Morning After

The smell of coffee led you to the kitchen, wearing nothing but Bucky’s shirt and your wedding band shining proudly on your finger. Your hair was a mess, your makeup smudged, and the dog tags were finally out in the open.

Natasha was the first to notice, her smirk widening as Bucky walked in behind you.

“Well,” she drawled, “looks like the happy couple had a good night.”

Steve coughed awkwardly into his hand. Sam burst into laughter.

Bucky blushed furiously and buried his face in his hands, but you just grinned, leaning into his side. For the first time in decades, everything felt right, and this time he wasn't letting go.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Sex pollen!Steve Rogers x Reader

Here's a little oneshot I came up with! Word count: 3018

Y/N and Steve were on a mission to retrieve a rumored bioweapon from an off-group of Hydra.  There was very little information on what it was or what it did, but they had followed some leads to find the Hydra agent heading toward a resort in Malta to a big buyer.  They had arrived a few days prior to the agent, playing the part of a newly married couple on their honeymoon.  Y/N had enjoyed the vacation part of the trip, being by the pool, exploring the little island’s sights and selfishly indulging in the faux affection between her and Steve in public.  She had feelings for her Captain.  Who wouldn’t?  With that handsome face, which for some inhumanly ridiculous reason looked even more handsome with the beard he grew, the longer hair he’d grown out, looking sun kissed on the Maltese beaches and cobblestone streets, and those deep blue eyes that made her weak in the knees.

“The fun has arrived,” she said quietly, her sunglasses hiding her gaze.

Steve was laying on his stomach on the beach chair next to hers, his head lifting slowly when she spoke.  “Hm?” he replied.

“Two o’clock,” Y/N murmured.  Steve got up from the chair like he was going to resituate himself, subtly looking at the agent.  He stretched and took a drink of the beer he’d ordered, then sat next to her on her chair.

He leaned forward, caging her to the chair with his huge arms, and kissed her cheek, his lips traveling down her jaw to her ear.  “So who's our buyer?” he whispered in her ear.

Y/N tried to concentrate on the agent moving amongst the guests sitting around the pool, Steve’s lips trying their best to distract her.  The agent stopped in front of a couple of young men laying out on chairs, greeting them jovially with wide spread arms.  They all got up and greeted him equally, with one of them shaking his hand and speaking quietly to him.  “Frat boy number 3,” she whispered in his ear. 

Steve’s hands moved to grip her thick thighs, sliding his palms up to her hips as his head moved further down to her collarbone.  “Any others?” he asked.

Y/N watched the men from the corner of her eye as she leaned her head back, her hand moving up to run through Steve’s hair and the other gripping his shoulder, feeling down his muscled back.  “No, the rest are just the trust fund baby’s bodyguards,” she breathed, scratching his scalp.

“Good girl,” Steve replied, nipping at the swell of her breast before pulling away.  If she didn’t know any better she would have thought the look he gave her when he brought his face back to hers was adoring as he leaned in and nuzzled her nose.  “Let’s go plan our next move.”

Y/N smiled at him and nodded.  He stood and held his hand out to her, helping her stand up from her chair, then held that hand as he led her away from the pool and back to the resort.  They didn’t speak again as they rode the elevator up to their room, still holding hands, but the moment they were behind closed doors they let go and walked their separate ways.  Y/N quickly covered her swimsuit-clad body with a robe as Steve put on his shirt.  

“They’ll be at the resort ball tonight,” Y/N started, sitting down and pulling out the little screen from her purse.  The screen projected a holographic map of the resort layout, focusing on the ballroom.  “There’s multiple rooms they could go to just off the ballroom to meet in and do the exchange,” she said, pointing at the different rooms.  

“So we’ll just need to be paying close attention,” Steve said, sounding annoyed as he sat across from her, looking at the map intently.

“Or,” Y/N said suggestively, “I could cozy up to Frat boy.”

Steve’s eyes darkened.  “On our honeymoon?”

Y/N rolled her eyes.  “I won’t initiate it, just be in the right place at the right time,” she said.  “Don’t get jealous now, fake husband.”

Steve rolled his eyes.  “Just don’t wanna blow our cover, fake wife.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Y/N reassured him.  

***

That night Y/N headed towards the ballroom alone.  She wanted to give off the idea that she was alone at first, giving the Frat boy false hope.  She placed herself in his line of sight, sipping on a glass of champagne.  She’d gotten dressed and left before Steve was ready or could see her.  She had a feeling that if he’d seen this dress she’d have gotten a Captain-ly talking to.  The dress was blood red with curve-hugging ruffles that moved with her like waves as she walked.  It had a thigh high slit running up her left leg, and a low bust line that she had to use boob tape to keep in place, showing way too much cleavage.  The Frat boy’s eyes found her quickly, widening then darkening as he eye-fucked her.  She gave him a flirty smile, turning back to the bar and jutting her hip out, showing off the loose strapped-up back of the dress.

Within moments she felt fingers tickle up her spine.  “Hey beautiful,” the Frat boy greeted her, his fingers moving from her back to down her arm.

“Hey,” Y/N replied, keeping a smile.

“I’m Jack Malick,” he introduced himself, reaching out for her hand.

“Tess,” she replied easily, shaking his hand.

“No last name?” he probed.

“You’ll have to earn that,” she teased.

Jack chuckled and lifted her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles.  “Oh I plan on it,” he said.  “Though I could have sworn I saw you at the pool earlier today with someone.”

Y/N smirked at his reaching.  “Yes, my husband.  We’re on our honeymoon.”

“And where’s said husband now?” Jack said, glancing around.

“Oh, having a pity party in the suite upstairs,” Y/N waved noncommittally.  “Married squabbles.”

“Aw, I’m sorry to hear that,” Jack smirked, not looking the least bit sorry.  “How about I buy you a drink?”

“Thank you,” Y/N nodded.

She spent a good amount of time schmoozing Jack, and he brought her back over to his group of other frat boy-looking bodyguards.  She flirted with him, waiting for the Hydra agent to appear.  Thankfully she didn’t have to wait long, seeing him coming close with a small silver case.  “Ah, there you are,” Jack greeted him.  “Come on, beautiful,” he pulled her up and led her towards one of the side rooms, the agent following him while the bodyguards stayed put.  She followed him, taking a quick look around.  She saw Steve watching her from the bar, a scowl on his face.  She winked at him and saw him start moving along the edge of the packed dance floor.  Jack guided her into a conference room with the agent and locked the door behind him.  “You just stand over there looking pretty while I handle some business real quick,” he said to her.

Y/N nodded and stepped to the other side of the long table while Jack turned to the agent and talked to him quietly.  She tried listening but could only get snippets of the conversation before she glanced and saw the exchange of the agent’s case while Jack typed into his phone.  He took the case from the agent then shook his hand, the agent walking out and Jack locking the door again.  He approached Y/N with the case, opening it and pulling out a small vial.  “You up for a real party, Tess?” he asked, opening the vial.

Her eyes widened at how nonchalantly he handled the bioweapon.  “What is it?” she asked.

“The best aphrodisiac on the planet,” he replied.  He wound an arm around her waist, pulling her against him as he lifted the vial to her mouth.

“I don’t take random drugs,” Y/N said, trying to push away.  

“You’ll like this, beautiful,” Jack said, handling her more harshly.  “Pleasure beyond control.  I’ll have you sucking me off for hours.”

He shoved the vial to her mouth.  Y/N tried to keep her lips closed, but he was faster and forced it past her lips.  She yelped as the liquid in the vial hit her tongue while Jack held a hand over her mouth to stop her from spitting it out.  A loud wrenching sound came from the door and Steve barrelled in, a murderous glare on his face as he zeroed in on Jack.  “Get your hands off my wife,” he growled, nearly throwing himself across the room and tackling Jack away from Y/N.  She fell back, giving a wide breadth to Steve as he quickly knocked Jack unconscious.  She tried spitting out the liquid, but it felt like it was absorbed into her tongue, leaving a minty burning sensation.  

“Are you okay?” Steve asked, hurriedly moving to her, holding her face in his hands.

“It’s in me!” Y/N said frantically, her eyes wide as she gripped his wrists.  “He forced me to drink the bioweapon.”

Steve’s eyes widened and he frowned.  “Fuck,” he swore.  He grabbed the empty vial and put it back in the small silver case, closing it and grabbing her hand, pulling her off the floor.  “Let’s get back to the room.”  

Y/N nodded absentmindedly.  She didn’t feel any different so far.  Well, she was feeling hot, but then again it could just be the rush of adrenaline from what had just happened, or her fear at what could happen to her from the bioweapon.  They knew so little about it that the information Jack had given her was all they had to go off of.

“He said it was the best aphrodisiac on the planet,” she said quietly once they reached the elevator.  Steve looked down at her worriedly.  “He called it ‘pleasure beyond control,’ and that he would have me sucking him off for hours.”

Steve’s frown deepened, his jaw ticking.  She stared at his jaw.  God thats so fucking hot.  “What?” he asked, looking surprised.

“What?” Y/N replied, looking at him confusedly.

“You just said…nevermind,” Steve said, shaking his head then pulling her out of the elevator to their room.  She stumbled to the couch in the main room of the suite, fanning herself with her hand as Steve double checked the vials in the case.  He walked over and kneeled in front of her, his hands going back to her face.  “How are you feeling?” he asked, looking her over carefully.

“Hot,” Y/N said, her breathing getting heavier.  “Is the heat on?”

Steve shook his head as he held the back of his hand up to forehead.  “Jesus, you’re burning up,” he whispered.  He went to the little kitchen area and grabbed the ice in the freezer of the refrigerator, bringing it back and holding it against the back of her neck.  Y/N sighed at the cool ice on her scorching skin.  The ice melted fast.  

“Fuck, I’m…everything feels like it’s burning,” she whimpered.  She shivered when the first wave of pleasure wracked through the lower half of her body.  “Holy shit!”

“What?  What’s wrong?” Steve asked, sounding more worried by the second.  

Y/N started shaking as what felt like a small orgasm rippled through her pussy.  “Oh my god,” she moaned.  Steve looked at her incredulously.  “Please don’t judge me,” she whined as she peered up at him.  He shook his head.  “I’m…fuck, I’m so horny it hurts,” she huffed as her pussy fluttered around nothing.

“You’re…I’m sorry, what?” Steve frowned.

“Steve!” she cried out as she nearly came again.  She laid back against the couch.  “Please, get this off,” she said, pulling at the straps of the dress, freeing her breasts that were feeling more sensitive and sore by the second.

“Jesus, Y/N,” Steve scoffed as he looked away when she started stripping herself.  “I…I don’t know what to do.”

Y/N started crying, a big, fat, ugly cry, heavy sobs making her chest heave.  She was panicking.  Steve helped her get the dress completely off, and as he helped pull down the positively soaked thong she was wearing his fingers brushed against her inner thigh and she moaned loudly.  He looked at her with a stunned expression.  “I think…I think you need to help me,” Y/N sniffled.  

“How?” Steve whispered, his eyes raking down her naked body hungrily.

“Touch me…please!” Y/N shuddered again as her pussy clenched.  Steve exhaled sharply.  “You’ve been good at it until this point pretending to be my husband.  Please just fuck me like a husband would.  God fucking dammit!” she yelled, the pain rolling in her belly.

Steve paused for just a moment then leaned down and picked her up off the couch, carrying her bridal style to the bedroom.  They’d been sharing the bed because it was a huge California King size, but never gotten much closer than they had while out in public pretending.  He gently laid her down on the bed, then stepped back and started stripping himself.  “Okay, honey,” he said lowly, using the pet name he called her as his fake wife.  “I’ll take care of it,” he huffed, kicking off his pants and boxers.  Y/N looked down and gasped.  He was huge everywhere, and she felt herself get embarrassingly wetter at the sight.  He climbed on the bed and hovered over her.  “One last time, are you sure about this?” he asked, his eyes narrowed and his lips tight.  Y/N nodded, reaching up and running her hands down his large chest.  “Words, Y/N,” he commanded, using his stern Captain voice on her.  

“YES!  Fuck!” she screamed, her voice sounding gravelly with how much she’d been grunting and fighting back moans.  “Steve please!”

Steve nodded and looked down at her pussy finally.  “Holy shit you’re soaked,” he breathed.  He gripped his hard cock and rubbed it through her lower lips, coating himself in her slick.  “You ready?” he asked.  

“Yeah…yeah yeah yeah yeah,” she begged, her hips itching to have him fill her.

Steve started to push in, moaning loudly at how wet she was and how easily he was able to slide in.  “Holy FUCK honey!” he grunted, fully filling her in one thrust. 

The pain in Y/N’s belly significantly subsided once he was inside her, and she sighed heavily.  “Fuck me,” she whined, her hands scratching down his back to his ass, pulling him into her.  

“Yes ma’am,” Steve chuckled, then snapped his hips.  Y/N was a moaning, babbling, incoherent mess, her tears finally stopping but her body shaking under him with each thrust.  Steve’s super soldier stamina came to play as he helped her cum once, twice, three times, each time as her pussy clenched around him making him shudder, but he refused to cum yet.  

After her third orgasm he moved her to lay on her side with both her legs perpendicular to his hips, entering back into her quickly.  He smacked her ass over and over again, pulling wanton groans and dirty words from her mouth.  Steve pulled her top leg up straight and hooked her foot behind his neck, creating a deeper angle to reach inside her.  His fingers expertly played with her pussy as he fucked her, flicking her clit then tapping it quickly before rubbing it gently.  The arm she had tucked underneath her moved to grip her own hair as her hand closest to him gripped his bicep holding her leg up.  “Steve…” she whispered, her eyes rolling back for the umpteenth time.

“That’s it, honey, give me more,” Steve growled, a sweat finally breaking on his brow.  “You can do that, right?  Just one more?  I’m so close.  God you’re so pretty,” he kissed her calf, nipping at her ankle.  “I’ve been wanting to do this forever, you know that?”

Y/N looked up at him in surprise.  “You have?” she panted.

“Yeah,” he smiled down at her.  He put her leg back down and leaned over her, kissing her arm and grabbing her breast closest to him, sucking her nipple into his mouth, making her keen.  He continued his kisses up her sternum to her neck, sucking at her neck and licking her jaw.  “Been wanting you for so long, honey.  Pretending to be your husband?  I wasn’t pretending,” he smirked at her.  “I volunteered to do this mission when I found out it was going to be with you.”

Y/N’s mouth was agape in shock, her brow furrowing as her pussy fluttered once again, warning about her next orgasm.  Steve shivered when he felt it.  “I wasn’t pretending either,” she whispered, looking at him hopefully.

Steve fully smiled.  “Will you be mine, Y/N?” he asked, his thrusts becoming hurried.

“Fuck yeah,” Y/N smiled back at him.

Steve repositioned himself so he could reach her lips and kissed her deeply, his hips smacking into her so his cock hit that spot deep inside just enough while his fingers flicked her clit just right and she came again, screaming his name against his lips.  Steve finally came right after her with a raspy, loud moan, filling her so much that his cum flowed from between them, making a mess on the bed.  The broiling pain and pleasure finally dimmed in Y/N’s body, and she slumped against the bed in exhaustion.  She almost passed out, and on the edges of her consciousness felt Steve kiss her cheek before pulling out of her.  He left for only a moment before she felt the bed dip and a warm washcloth against her core as he cleaned her up, wiping up what he could from the bed.  A few moments later he was climbing into the bed with her again, pulling the blanket up to cover her and him as he pulled her into snuggle against him.  “Rest honey…my wife,” he whispered in her ear. 

[moonvis]

I NEED YOU ALIVE

Steve Rogers x F! Avenger! Reader Incl. Sam, Tony, and Bucky x Natasha Summary: Steve can't wait to propose, but when a mission goes south, he's not sure he'll get the chance after all Warnings: Angst to fluff! Some cursing. Some blood and injuries. 2.5k words.

Steve carefully opened the blue velvet box in his hand, revealing a simple yet beautiful engagement ring. Light reflected onto the golden material, a small diamond on top. Steve knew his girl liked it simple, so that was what he got. A warming smile grew on his lips as he imagined the ring perfectly fit on her finger.

Bucky gently nudged at his pal’s side, a smirk present on his face. Steve chuckled as a response, speaking in a low voice, “This is it Buck. I’m proposing tonight after the mission.” It was Y/N and Steve’s two-year anniversary after all, but unfortunately they had to go on a last-minute mission before celebrating.

“M’ happy for you pal. She’s gonna love it.”

Steve had been carrying the ring in his picket ever since he bought it, looking at it every now and then  - even at the risk of Y/N spotting him. Bucky had reminded it of such many times before, “Might put it away before your girl sees it.”

The whole team were gathered inside the jet, but luckily Y/N was sat opposite of the super soldiers, occupied in a conversation with Natasha. Steve let out a happy sigh and closed the box, “You know how it is Buck…”

Bucky did indeed understand; he understood the excitement Steve was feeling, the thought of spending the rest of a lifetime with the love of his life. The former Winter Solider had proposed to Natasha just a few months earlier anyways.  

Bucky patted the blonde’s shoulder, “One more mission, and she’s all yours.”

“Right.” The Captain put the box back in his most secure pocket and got up. Time to get over with the mission. Walking into the middle of the jet, he spoke up, “Okay team. One last recall on the mission plan.”

Y/N gave him her immediate attention, admiring Steve in his Captain America stance. Steve gave her a small smile before he continued talking, “Y/N and Nat will get the files. Buck, Sam and I will go for the hostages, while Tony-” Steve turned to the billionaire, “You work as a shield around the base. This is a last-minute mission, which means we gotta be prepared for anything. Sam will back you up if needed.”

“Dream team,” Y/N commented from beside Natasha, giving her a pound, “Let’s go.”

Tony turned in his seat and prepared the jet for arrival, just outside the Hydra base, “Check your gear everyone! We land in three.”

As the they landed, Steve guided for Y/N to come over, which se gladly did. The Captain put his shield on his back, before caressing his girlfriend’s face, his brows softening as they made eye contact, “Be careful, okay? You know I hate separating from you on missions. So please, don’t take any unnecessary risks. I need you back in one piece.”

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Steve was referring to the upcoming secret proposal, thinking of the ring hidden in his pocket. He needed his future bride to make it back from the mission alive.

“That goes both ways,” Y/N raised a brow and smiled, “But yes, I promise.” With a quick kiss, they bid each other good luck before Y/N jogged off to join Natasha.

“Come on pal, let’s go.” Bucky said form beside the Captain. Steve couldn’t help feeling a little uneasy though, watching his girl disappear out of sight. Shrugging it off, he nodded at Bucky before leading the way.

Y/N and Natasha snuck up to the first entrance where four Hydra agents were guarding the door. Y/N looked over at the redhead mouthing, “Element of surprise?”, gaining a nod in response. On three, Y/N launched forward and kicked one man to the ground, before ducking as another tried to shoot her.

Natasha was already slamming the shooter into a third Hydra agent, while Y/N knocked out the guy beneath her. Finishing off, she shot the fourth and last guy running at Natasha. The girls gave each other a pound before continuing further into the base.

“Y/N look!”

Y/N turned to face Natasha, her eyes following whatever the redhead was pointing at. A staircase, leading up to a glass covered room holding what seemed like computers.

“Just what we were searching for,” Y/N winked and ran towards the stairs, stopping when a pair of Hydra agents suddenly appeared at the top. Y/N was a quick and precise shooter when it came to guns, not arrows, that was Barton’s specialty.

Fast, she brought out her gun and shot both agents in their head before they got the chance to react. Natasha came up beside her, impressed, “Not bad, but save some for me, will you?”

“Then you gotta keep up,” Y/N teased. Natassha rolled her eyes and followed her friend up the stairs. As they reached the computer-room, the coast seemed to be clear, with no booby-traps in sight.

“Awesome. Go do your thing,” Y/N winked at Natasha who entered the room, before she spoke into the comms, “Mission report. We found the computer-room.”

“Good. Get those files and stay on guard,” Steve reported back, “We just found the hostages. Getting them out now.”   

Natasha was skilled when it came to hacking, so downloading the files were like a baby’s work. It was when they thought they were safe to leave the base, things started to heat up.

“We got the files, heading out now!” Natasha spoke into the comms, following Y/N out of the room.

“Copy that.” The Captain sounded satisfied, “And the hostages are brought to safety. Everyone return to the jet.”   

While Tony gave his own report into the comms, the ladies of the team faced a sudden surprise outside the computer-room. Out of nowhere, a gunshot sounded through the hall, followed by the sound of Natasha’s agonizing scream.

She had been hit.

Y/N was quick to react and shot the Hydra agent who had fired and felt a knot in her stomach as she watched her friend fall to the floor. “Nat, shit!” Y/N rushed over and fell to her knees, “Hold still.”

Natasha had been shot through the leg, thick blood flowing out of her wound. Y/N ripped a piece of clothing of her own suit and wrapped it around the redhead’s leg. Bringing a hand up to her comm, her shaking voice spoke up, “Nat’s been hit! We need backup asap!”

“What!?” The frantic voice of Bucky sounded through the comms, “Where are you? I’m coming!”

“We’re just outside the computer room. West part of the base. Please, hurry!” Y/N’s worried voice responded back, before she shifted her attention back to Natasha, “Hold on Nat. Bucky’s coming.”

Natasha was weak, the wound being dangerously deep. The redhead brought out her hand for Y/N to hold, which she instantly accepted. Y/N felt scared, she couldn’t carry Natasha out of there herself, nor would she leave her behind. The last thing she needed was more Hydra agents approaching them in such a vulnerable state.

As if the universe hated them, the voices of more Hydra agents could be heard from downstairs, “They’re up there! Let’s go!”

Shit.

“Guys, hurry! There’s more agents and I can’t deal with them alone with Nat like this!” Y/N yelled into the comms, readying her gun for anything. Right now, protecting Natasha was the only thing she cared about.

“On my way!” Tony said though the comms, his voice stern with a hint of concern.

Steve felt his heart twist and turn, the sickening feeling in his stomach not helping. If he knew his girl correctly, she would do anything in her power to protect Natasha. Even if it meant putting her own life at risk. “Don’t do anything stupid Y/N! We’re on our way!”

“Hold on baby, I’m on my way!” Was Bucky’s words trough the comms. Natasha let out a shaky breath at his voice, clearly getting a bit of relief from it.

As the first Hydra agent made his way up the stairs, Y/N shot him in the head, making him fall into the one coming up right behind him. Y/N got up on her feet and saw at least six more agents running up to get them, “What the fuck?”

“Y/N you need to-” Natasha spoke thought a cough, “Get your ass out of here.”

“Forget it. I’m not leaving you.” Y/N’s voice was stern, so was her stance. As more agents ran towards her, she shot them. One, two and-

Her gun was out of bullets.

In the moment of panic, she took a step back before throwing her gun at the floor. Reaching for her knife, she spoke through the comms again, “My gun’s out, and these bitches keep on coming. Hurry!”

“Fuck, we’re almost there doll!” Steve was panicking. He could run fast alright, but coming from the other side of the base was quite the long way, “Tony!”

“Almost there Cap!”

Taking advantage of Y/N’s moment of distraction, the next Hydra agent tackled her to the floor. She usually managed to take out a guy alone, but as another agent joined in to hold her down, she struggled.

Natasha noticed and couldn’t just lay and watch. The redhead gritted her teeth together and lifted herself slightly off the floor, pointing her gun at one of the agents. Trough her blurred vision, she shot him in the arm. The man screamed in pain and let go of Y/N.

Unfortunately, the Hydra agent realised Natasha was still a threat, even in such a state, and went forward to grab her instead. The man lifted Natasha by the collar and dragged her towards the stairs, pointing his gun at her, “This is what you get little bitch!”

His words grabbed Y/N attention, her eyes widening, “No!”

Everything from there happened so fast. One second she was pushing Natasha out of the way, and the next, she was falling down the stairs with a fresh bullet-wound to her side.

In the moment of tragedy, Iron Man came flying in, catching Y/N only seconds away from having her head slammed on the cold hard ground. Holding her with one hand, he blasted the last remaining agents dead, before finally landing. Tony gently put her down, his mask revealing the distressed features on his face, “My god-”

“Natasha!” The yell and sight of Bucky came in view. He spotted his fiancé at the top of the stairs, not hesitating to get to her side. Right behind came Steve and Sam, having no idea what would meet their eyes.

The exact moment Steve spotted Y/N lying beside Tony, he felt his stomach drop. The Captain rushed to her side, falling onto his knees as dust flew in the air, “Oh my god--”

As Tony put pressure on her wound, Steve brought his hand up to caress her cheek, “Oh my god Y/N, you-”

“M’sorry Stevie…”

“No, don’t you say that!” Steve was panicking, his eyes going up to meet Tony’s, “What do we do?!”

Composing himself, Tony got up from the ground, “She don’t have much time. We need to get her help, asap! I’ll get the jet ready, you bring her.”  

Steve felt his breath quickening at Tony’s words. As he watched Iron Man fly off, Steve shifted his attention back to his girl. Fresh tears streamed down his cheeks as he spoke, “I’m sorry doll, but this is gonna hurt.” Steve, as gently as he could, lifted her up in his arms, shutting out her agonizing scream to concentrate.

“Hold on doll, I’m bringing you home,” Steve promised as he ran the fastest he ever had. He watched as his girl grew heavier in his arms, her eyelids trying to fall shut. “Don’t you dare close your eyes!” Fuck he was worried.

“I’m not losing you today doll, just keep your eyes open, please.” Steve begged as he noticed how quickly his girl faded.

“M’sleepy…” Y/N wasn’t thinking clearly anymore, not feeling much either. She was just happy her last moments would be in the hands of the man she loved.

“No, I can’t let you to that. You need to stay awake, sweetheart. Please.” Steve cried as Y/N’s eyes closed, knowing there was nothing else he could do but run. “No, no, no, Y/N! Stay with me, please!”

As Y/N went completely numb in his hands, the solider screamed out in frustration. The jet was right in front of him, and as soon as he got to lay her body down, he fell to his knees, silent sobs shaking his broad shoulders.

His hand reached into his pocket, fingers tightening around the blue velvet box. She couldn’t die on him, not like this. He still had an important question to ask her.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Just like he had been doing for the last few days, Steve sat by her bedside, listening to the monitor telling him she was still alive.

Steve refused to leave her side. Sam had tried to at least make him take a shower after the mission, but he still wouldn't budge. Steve had to be present the exact moment Y/N woke up.

“Hey, pal,” Bucky entered the room, “How’s she doing?”

Steve let out a sigh, letting his eyes leave Y/N for just a moment to look at his friend, “You know… the same.”

“Hey, I could watch her for a while if you need some rest,” Bucky suggested, but the Captain only shoot his head, “You know she’s gonna be mad when she wake up and realises you didn’t take care of yourself.”

“So be it,” Steve stoke his thumb over the soft skin of her hand, “I just can’t leave her side. I thought she was gone Buck. You saw it! Her heart stopped, twice!” Fresh tears streamed down Steve’s face at the memory playing in his head.

The day on the injury, Y/N’s heart stopped twice if not more, and it scared the hell out of Steve. He had to see the world crumbling down before his eyes, only for the universe to prank him. It made him angry. Oh, how he hated Hydra, for almost taking away his future.

Bucky didn’t comment Steve’s words. It could easily have been Natasha in that situation, but Y/N had saved her without hesitation. He would be forever grateful – he just couldn’t bear the thought of his best friend losing the love of his life instead.

Luckily, Y/N was recovering.

“You look like shit…” A crocked voice came from the room. Steve’s head shot up in surprise, eyes landing on her beautiful ones looking back at him. Bucky smiled and rushed out of the room, going to get a doctor.

“Y/N? Oh my-” Steve gasped, rapid breaths escaping him, “Fuck, Y/N, I thought I lost you.” Steve reached forward and cupped her cheek, not even bothering to hold back the sobs that followed.

“M’sorry…” Y/N let out a shaky breath, still adjusting to the light and pain in her stomach, “And uh- how long was I out for?”

“Five days,” Steve responded, still in disbelief his girl was finally awake, “Thank god you’re okay, doll. I love you so damn much.”

Y/N was a little taken back by the number of days but shook it off as she watched Steve’s broken expression. She tapped at the empty spot beside her, guiding for Steve to lay down. He hesitated for a moment, scared of hurting her, but accepted when she looked at him with pleading eyes.

“How’s Natasha doing?” Y/N asked as she remembered the redhead.

“She’s okay,” Steve sounded a bit hesitant, “Thanks to you I’ve heard.”

“Steve… I’m sorry for being reckless, I just-”

Steve sighed and reassured her, “It’s okay, I’m just glad to have you back alive. We’ve been at this one before; I’d do the same for Bucky and so on.”

Y/N chuckled and rested her head against his shoulder, hearing his rapid heartbeat.

Letting out a shaky breath, Steve turned to face her properly, his eyes softening as he looked at her smile. He reached into his pocket to grab the blue velvet box he had so patiently waited to give her.

“Y/N, this is not how I imagined doing this, but-” Steve brought the box forwards. Y/N’s eyes widened at the sight, her hand coming up to cover her gasping mouth, “Steve…”

Steve opened the box to reveal the beautiful ring, his eyes plastered on her the whole time. Her widening smile and teary eyes made his heart melt, “After almost loosing you, I can’t wait any longer. Please, will you do me the biggest honour of becoming my wife?”

“Oh my gosh! Yes!” Y/N cheered with the little energy she had and let Steve put the perfectly fit ring on her finger, “It’s beautiful Steve!”

Steve let out a soft chuckle, “I know this isn’t an ideal way to propose but-”

“It’s perfect!” Y/N assured him and reached forward to press a kiss on his lips. Though as she moved, a sudden pain overwhelmd her stomach, “Fuck!”

“Shit, are you okay?” Steve went straight into being protective, watching his fiancé shut her eyes in pain. As she didn’t respond, he grew worried, at least, until she started giggling. “Fuck that hurt.”

“You scared me doll,” Steve let out a sigh and reached forward to plant a kiss on top of her head, “You sure know how to pain an old man’s heart.”

Before Y/N got the chance to respond, a doctor came into the room, Bucky following suit, “Sorry for ruining the moment, but we need to check if everything is okay.”

“That’s fine, I know you’ll take care of my fiancé.” Steve kissed the top of her head and left the bed, going to stand beside Bucky.

The brunette punched Steve in the arm, “Now you can finally stop the obsessive ring gazing. I’m happy for you pal.”

“Thanks Buck.” Steve's eyes didn’t leave her figure as he stood there. He watched as she laughed with the doctor, a smile plastered on her face, even though she just woke up from a fay day long coma. She was such a ray of sunshine – she warmed his heart.

Oh, and to believe she would be his for ever.

[winterarmyy]

Sleepy Heads

A series of random Bucky Drabbles that I can't let go but don't have the brain to make the whole complete plot of.

Summary: That time when the reader accidentally fell asleep on a stranger’s shoulder in the subway ride home. The stranger in question, however, is none other than the former Winter Soldier, Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.

Words: 1.4k++

Pairing: tfatws!bucky x female!reader

Warnings: none? just a really short fluffy moment with bucky.

Inspiration: Commuting home via train after long day of work makes me wish i had a shoulder to lean on while on the journey. And so, this idea was born from that thought.

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Y/N’s gaze was empty, staring to the distance, seemingly being swallowed by the void within her headspace. She had another long day at work; like any other weekday, grinding through the endless lines of words for each of her client’s documents until her eyes blurred.

The platform was noisy, filled with the clamour of people, the distant roar of the approaching train, and the faint buzz of conversations. The lights above her head flicker occasionally, casting brief shadows that danced along the walls. 

The subway ride home was her daily ritual, one she usually endured standing among the crowded commuters. When she saw the train coming her way, relief washed over her. “Finally, I can go home,” she thought.

The doors slid open, and she was immediately pushed by the crowd behind her. It was as if her feet were lifted in the air, her body was effortlessly being dragged into the train. Since it  was rush hour, the train car was packed. She had expected that but still, she couldn’t help but to let out a long sigh of exhaustion.

She slipped and weaved through the mass of bodies, knowing that it’ll be pointless. There’s no way she could get a seat now; she had to endure the 40 minute ride standing on the ache of her feet. 

Her thoughts immediately stopped when she unexpectedly found an empty row of seats. Well, to be fair, there was one man sitting there, but regardless, it was empty enough for her to sit.

How fortunate she was.

A passing thought echoed in her head, questioning why it was empty, but she was too tired to think too deeply about it. The exhaustion from the long hours at work had dulled her curiosity, leaving her with just enough energy to be grateful for the peace and quiet. Too exhausted to question her luck, she sank into the seat, letting out a sigh of gratitude.

As she settled in, her mind couldn’t help but to dwell on the earlier question. Why does no one want to sit next to this man? She briefly considered the possibility that he might be a weird pervert or something. Thinking about it now made her slightly uncomfortable.

However, that discomfort didn’t last long as she overheard whispers around her, saying how brave she was to sit next to the Winter Soldier. Her eyes widened in realisation, and she discreetly glanced at him, noticing the telltale signs she had missed in her exhaustion: the gloved hands, the intense expression, the aura of danger that surrounded him. 

She had heard of him. James Buchanan Barnes. 

She studied about him in history class back when she was a school girl and saw him on the news in recent years. A member of the Howling Commandos. Steve Roger’s best friend. The Winter Soldier. The victim of Hydra’s atrocities.

Perhaps it was the fatigue numbing her instincts, or maybe it was the hint of vulnerability in his eyes that contradicted the ruthless image painted by the stories. Surprisingly, there was a burning sensation in her chest the more she heard the foul whispers around her. “These people really need to shut their mouths or…”  She didn’t finish the thought.

Honestly, she was too tired to care if the man next to her was the Winter Soldier or Captain America himself. She was simply grateful that he wasn’t some sort of creepy pervert.

Next to her sat a lone man, his posture tense and his gaze averted. James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier, was accustomed to people avoiding him, their fear and whispers a constant reminder of his past. Today was no different, until Y/N sat down next to him without a second thought.

There were very few people who willingly sat this close to him: Sam, Mr. Nakajima, and perhaps his therapist. Strangers who were aware of him would never sit near him willingly. So when he saw her making a beeline towards him, he thought, “No way…” 

Now, he couldn’t help but be aware of her presence. 

Bucky straightened, expecting her to move away once she realised who he was. But she didn’t. She just sat there, her head lolling slightly as she fought to stay awake.

Bucky stole glances at her, noting the dark circles under her eyes and the way she seemed to radiate exhaustion . He noticed how her weary seemed to mirror his own, although for completely different reasons; hers from long hours of work, his from long hours of sleepless nights. 

Despite her weariness, there was a quiet beauty about her that captivated him.

His eyes widened in realisation that he’d been staring at her. He noticed the concerned looks of the people around them as they caught him, their thoughts clear on their faces.

He chastised himself for staring. “Stop it, Bucky. You’re being a creep.” But he couldn’t help it. When her head finally drooped and she fell asleep, he felt a pang of concern.

“Where’s her stop?” 

“What if she misses it?”  

“What if someone tries to take advantage of her while she’s sleeping?”

As the train jolted, her head swayed dangerously close to the pole beside her. Instinctively, Bucky’s metal arm shot out, catching her head before it hit. She didn’t stir, her breathing steady and soft; he could feel how close her body was to his own.

Bucky froze, his body tensing as he tried to process the situation. His eyes widened; he didn’t know why but he felt his heart racing in his chest. 

Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, her head lolled to the opposite side, landing gently on his shoulder. He felt a surge of panic, his breath hitching, but then she snuggled closer, her hands roamed along his right hand until her arms wrapped around his like he was a pillow. 

Bucky’s heart continued to race, violently.

He felt a blush creeping up his neck, his eyes widening in surprise. His fists balled up into tight, clenched knots as he felt the softness of her breasts gently squishing his biceps in between them. “Oh god, what do I do now?” he panicked.

But time passed, feeling her steady heartbeat and the warmth of her body pressed against him, he found himself relaxing. 

He began to notice the faint scent of vanilla that clung to her, a soft contrast to the sterile, metallic smell he had grown used to. Her breathing, initially steady, became slower and deeper; a rhythmic sound that somehow soothed his frayed nerves. He could see the faint traces of paper cuts on her fingers, remnants of a long day at work.

Despite her obvious fatigue, there was a certain grace in the way she moved, a gentle determination that intrigued him. Her soft, steady breathing started to sync with his own, creating a strange sense of calm that he hadn't felt in a long time. He admired the delicate curve of her eyelashes, the way her lips parted slightly as she went deeper into slumber. 

This simple act of trust, falling asleep next to him, a man feared by so many, stirred something deep within him. It was a small, fleeting moment of normalcy that he found himself cherishing against his better judgement.

He relaxed into the seat, allowing himself to savour the unexpected comfort of her presence and touch. He decided to let her sleep. As the time passed, the crowd around them began to lessen.

The previously hostile atmosphere of the train car softened, and the once frenetic energy of the rush hour turned into a more subdued, calming environment. The stares and whispers faded into the background as Bucky's attention became entirely focused on the woman resting beside him.

His own fatigue began to catch up with him, his eyes grew heavy, a rare sensation for him these days. And before he knew it, his cheek was resting gently against her head, and he was drifting off too. His plans and destination were long forgotten, overshadowed by the soothing presence of the woman clinging to his arm. 

He didn't mind if they both missed their stop; the thought of walking her home crossed his mind. Maybe he could introduce himself properly, maybe ask her out on a date, and see if she wouldn’t mind spending more time with him.

The idea, though fleeting, brought a sense of warmth and contentment he hadn’t felt in years. When his consciousness drifted further into the dreamland, a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his heart lighter than it had been in a long time.

And in the end, as the train continued its journey, people left the sleepy heads in their peaceful slumber, content in the rare moment of tranquility they had found together. End.

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A/N: Thank you for reading this very short drabble! Hope you enjoyed it ♡

[buckysdollsworld]

The Adventures of Y/n Stark and Bucky Barnes Chapter three (Untitled) | Buckys Doll

Warnings: Medical equipment, Weapons, cursing, unsafe (forced) environment, (Forced) surgery, scars

Content: !8+ MDNI, Adult topics, Forced surgery

Pairings: ReaderxBuckyBarnes, Readerxkidnapper, Readerxex-boyfriend, ReaderxHydra

Word count: 982

Mentions: @baw1066

Link to full story (still in the works): https://www.wattpad.com/story/370679883?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=gothhasarusrex

A/n: Omg hi everyone!!!! I know it's been a while I have been super busy working on irl projects. I hope you will enjoy this chapter and hopefully, more consistent posts will happen!!! byeeeee!

You wake up laying on the floor handcuffed to a chain on the wall your vision not yet clear as your eyes flutter. Once your eyes are completely open you sit up and look slightly disoriented.

"Hi sleepyhead glad you finally decided to join us" Rowan grins 

"Us?" Rowan nods with that evil grin on his face. We had company, and suddenly, people in lab coats came forward. Instantly you back yourself up until you hit a wall you were afraid. 

"Rowan, please, let's talk about this." My voice shook despite my efforts to hide it, and its scared tone was as clear as the night sky.

"Sweetheart, it's too late for that now. Be a good girl and stay still." The people I assumed were doctors started to get closer, as did Rowan with his piercing grin. How could he be happy hurting someone he once claimed to love? I can't back away as much as I'd like. I looked at Rowan, the fear clear in my gaze. He walked closer, as did the others. He crouched down in front of me and reached into his pocket.

"Now, Y/n, are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?" he asks, pulling out another vial from his pocket. It was another sedative of some kind. I looked at him. I was in no place to protest, so I held out my arms, knowing the next step. Rowan looks at me approvingly.

"Good girl" he praises pulling out the syringe pulling between his fingers poking the needle into the vial and bringing the drugs into the syringe. I remember now this is where my fear of needles came from, the pinch of the needle piercing my skin, the sharp sting of whatever Rowan decided to drug me up with.

"Just a pinch sweetheart" he always told me I felt sick my stomach churning forming more knots than before. I was too immersed in my thoughts to realize he had already stuck the needle in the drug coursing through my vein my thoughts started to disappear as my mind grew more foggy the sedative working fast and before I knew it my eyes fluttered shut. Rowan then takes the key to my restraints and unlocks it my body was limp and lifeless at that moment. He motions the doctors over to my lifeless body.

"Take her to the table strap her down make sure she can't move a muscle" he demanded Rowan Pierce was not the one to mess with especially when it came to his little experiments so they complied one of the male doctors picked my limp body up and throwing me across his shoulder the other doctors preparing for the surgery. I was laid down on the metal table my body held down by the safety straps. Who knows what Rowan was planning to do with me but the thing that was certain it wouldn't be good.

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Bucky was pacing the hotel room, his mind racing with thoughts of you and what could be happening to you. Just then Bucky's phone buzzes, a text from an unknown number.

"Hey there, soldat. I heard you're looking for me...well, Y/N, don't worry. We're taking good care of her, see?" A picture of you strapped to a medical table is sent to his phone.

"Where is she? What are you doing to her?" Bucky's fingers tap on the phone screen quickly.

"She's safe. We're just getting her ready for her new home, even though I'd much rather keep her; she isn't mine."

Bucky was puzzled by the text's meaning: "New home." She was his girlfriend, not some piece of property. He was about to reply when Sam walked into the room.

"Who's that Buck?" Sam questioned but Bucky just slipped his phone back into his pocket.

"Nobody important, now how are we going to save my girl"

"Don't worry we have a plan it just might not be easy"

"Well, what is it? We don't have much time"

"There's the auction in Madrippoor, she'll be there Selby will sell her off get her money's worth off your pet" Zemo cuts in from in the kitchen. Bucky's attention goes toward Zemo although he didn't have a fond expression on his face it was the familiar grumpy look he often had.

"Are you suggesting we buy my girlfriend back?" Bucky furrows his brows and Sam can sense Bucky's obvious disapproval so he speaks up.

"Look man I don't like the idea either but it's the only plan we have right now at least it's something" Sam places a hand on Bucky's shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. Sam knew Bucky was desperate to get Y/n back even though he'd never admit how upset and torn apart he was.

"When is it? The auction" Bucky sighed he knew it was all he had right now Sam was right at least we had some sort of plan.

"I'm not certain but I can find out" Zemo replies taking a sip of his Cherry Blossom tea.

"You don't even know?" Bucky huffs he is getting more annoyed and  impatient 

"Ok ok let's not fight guys let's just find out when the auction is" Sam replies quickly before Bucky and Zemo start fighting. "We'll find Y/n as long as we don't kill each other first. Now Zemo how do find out about this auction?"

"Well my friend I know a few people around I can get intel on where this auction is being held"

"Then let's go," Bucky says plainly already grabbing his jacket. Bucky was determined to find Y/n he would risk his own very life on it.

So off they went grabbing all of their weapons because you never know what will happen then the three men got in Zemos private jet and went to get the intel needed to save Y/n.

[thinkingaboutlifefornow]

The brave little ghost

Chapter 4

Bucky x reader

Warnings - Violence, swearing

((Hope you enjoy this next part and I hope it’s moving at the right pace for everyone. I’ve got so many ideas in my head and I’m trying hard to flesh it out a bit more. But for your reading pleasure here you go 😊 ))

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The sirens ringing all around, red warning lights flash. Panic had set in around the base, bodies running fanatically down the halls ways.

You’re running, you have to guard Sir and make sure he gets to safety. It’s Winter’s mission too, but in this situation you have to always assume the other is already dead, and your mission is always priority.

Shooting is now blaring out around the base, you have no emotions you have to make sure Sir gets out safely.

You’re right around the corner from Sir’s office when you hear foot steps running down the hall behind you. You spin, pulling your knife from your thigh in the same motions. You’re now facing a middle aged man with a bow and arm, aimed at you.

He pauses, confusion in his face. “Holy shit, you’re aliv..” you cut him off, lunging at him with your knife aiming for his heart. He blocks you just as quick, using his bow to stop the knife getting any closer.

“Okay well I guess we are doing this now, no hello how you been?” His voice shocked. I guess anyone would be shocked being stabbed at by you.

You pop your arm back and in that motion throw your knife to your other hand, then going low and slicing at his lower leg. He collapses, you stand back up turning and running down the hall.

You reach Sir’s room as the door flys open, Winter is exiting using his arm as a shield for Sir.

“вертолет” Helicopter. The only word he says. You nod and take the rear, Sir now in the middle, both of you are human shields.

You’re all moving as quickly as you could, the mission must be completed or your life is worth nothing. You reach the Helicopter pad on the top of the base, ushering Sir onto it as quickly as you could. Winter was just stepping onto the helicopter as a blonde well built man with a shield burst through the roof doors.

“Go!” You screamed at Winter. His eyes misting over, even in your wiped brain you could see his emotions. He hadn’t wiped for a while you realised as the helicopter took off.

“Y/n” the blonde man called, shock in his voice except you hadn’t tried to stab him yet. He moves towards you carefully, like he’s trying not to spook a lion. Like any minute you might pounce and he would be eaten alive.

You didn’t know who he was calling for, but assuming it was his backup you took a fighting stance, your knife firmly in your grip ready to fight for your life.

“I’m not going to hurt you Y/n” he put the shield on the ground and held his palms towards you.

You ran towards him, knife ready to sink into his skin. You tried to slice his stomach as you got close enough to him, he managed to push your arm away. He was as strong as Winter and you. You pushed the thought aside. You went in for another slice of his thigh, but his suit was too thick to get through.

You raised your knife over your head going for his shoulder.

He grabs your wrist and squeezes.

“Drop it” his voice deep and only loud enough for you to hear. Winter had done this once, you learned to not give up the knife so much so that he once crushed the bones in your wrist but with the help of the scientists here you healed within a couple of days.

You paused, and you suddenly realised you were surrounded by about 3 others. You were captured, but Sir and Winter got away. They were safe.

You let the knife clatter to the ground. The man let go of your wrist and you sunk to the ground, kneeling with your palms in your lap facing upwards. This was how you had to sit sometimes to have punishments inflicted when you hadn’t done good enough on a mission. This position ingrained into your mind.

You felt one of the people around you move closer, it wasn’t a person it looked a robot until it opened like a suit and another middle aged man with dark hair stepped out.

He was crying, coming towards you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

“Don’t get too close Tony, we don’t know what frame of mind she’s in” a women’s voice said

“She’s my fucking daughter, and she’s alive” the mans voice wobbled with emotions. The next thing you knew was his arms wrapped around you, pulling you up from the ground. His head on top of yours, he was crying you could feel the tear drops on the top of your head. He was stroking your hair. You were frozen with fear. You didn’t want to move. Any moment now they might strike and kill you.

[imtryingbuck]

Saving Sergeant Barnes

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: she’s trapped just like the winter soldier, she tries to get him out and safe.

Word count: 6,981

Warnings: angst. fluff. swearing. slight domestic abuse. nicknames (bear - Bucky & dove - reader). don’t follow the films.

Masterlist

The only sounds made were from her heels as she walked down the empty dark grey walled corridor, the walls were once white though over time they became darker from years of neglect.

Like most things in this place.

Navigating through the hallways became easier now that she had been doing it for ten years, day in day out. Her father laughed at the fifteen year old after she had gotten lost and had a panic attack because she couldn’t find where she needed to be.

Straightening her white jacket drawing in a deep breath before slowly exhaling she turned the corner coming face to face with four agents standing guard. They stepped aside, one opening the door for her. Her stomach churned at seeing all of the agents with their guns pointed at the man in the chair.

“But I knew him” the man famously known in the base as the Winter Soldier said.

“Prep him-“

“Sir-“

“I told you to prep him Y/n. Do not make me tell you again”

“B-but he’s been out of-“

“Y/n, do as he says” Rumlow mumbled under his breath.

Stepping forward slowly she walked over to the man telling him to lay back watching as he did, she hated this part. No matter how many times she was forced to do it. “I’m sorry” she whispered before flicking on the switch, pressing a few buttons. Flinching as his screams rang out in the room, flinching even more when she felt an arm wrap around her waist tugging her backwards.

“You did a good job baby” the voice murmured into her ear.

She was ordered to turn the machine off and follow the agents as they dragged the Winter Soldier to his cell. Keeping her head down she followed behind them. Sighing, closing her eyes as the agents dropped the man carelessly on the dirty cold ground, shutting the cell door behind the two agents who she couldn’t remember the names of she turned her attention back to the man on the ground.

“I-I’m s-so sorry, I h-hate hurting you”

“W-wh-who are you?”

“I’m Y/n. I promise I’m not going to hurt you anymore”

“D-Dove?”

Choking back the sob at the nickname he had given her five years prior she nodded with a small smile. “T-the man on the bridge? Do you know-“

“Blond”

“He was blond?”

Nodding he looked around the room as if he was trying to find something but she couldn’t figure out what as his room was bare apart from a stained ripped mattress and a toilet that was dirty in the corner.

“D-do you remember him?”

Nodding again his eyes bounced around more quicker, the blue of his eyes turning dark with unshed tears. “D-Dove?”

“I’m here”

“I-I-I’m scared”

“I k-know Bear-“

“Bucky”

“What?”

“T-the man on the bridge? Said Bucky”

“Do-do you think that’s your name?” 

“I-I don’t know Dove”

“That’s o-okay. Bear what are you looking for?”

“I-I don’t know” sighing he looked up at her, a small shy smile on his lips he shrugged “h-he had a shield”

“A shield?”

“I-it was red a-and silver l-like my arm and blue”

She knew who exactly who he was talking about. Captain America a man who should have died when he crashed the plane into the icy water of North Atlantic. When she heard that he had finally been found after over sixty years she couldn’t take her eyes away from the tv screen as the news broke.

Nodding slowly she knew she had to do some research in hopes to understand how Captain America knew the broken man in front of her. “I-I’m going to help you Bear, I promise. Just hold on for a little longer for me okay?”

“O-okay. I tr-trust you Dove”

Y/n knew she had to be careful, be smart about how she was going to get Hydras best Asset out of the base. She knew that she couldn’t draw attention to herself.

Though that was easier said than done.

“I’ll see you soon Bear, behave and you won’t get hurt okay”

“Dove-Dove don’t leave me pl-please” his whimpered whisper broke her heart.

“I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep, I promise” he nods and crawls on to the broken mattress, her heart breaks at seeing the six foot super soldier trying to make himself small by curling up, trying to pull his knees closer to his chest.

Moving towards him she ran her fingers through his greasy hair, scratching his scalp lightly she watched as his eyes began fluttering closed.

“I promise I’ll get you out. I promise”.

“Y/n you’re late.”

“Sorry father”

Sitting down she kept her head down as her father continued talking to the man on her left, her stomach flipped when she felt his hand on her thigh. Over the past four years she’s perfected acting as if the touch of the mans hands touching her didn’t affect her, even if she wanted to be sick.

Her father sat at the head of the dining table, he was laughing about something that Nick Fury had said in a meeting. Alexander Pierce was smug about being able to infiltrate SHIELD, them unknowingly helping Hydra.

Growing up with Pierce being her father was a truly an unfortunate fate. He was incredible at playing the doting, caring father around others but behind closed doors he was cold, vicious. When Y/n was younger she swore she would get whiplash from his behaviour, never truly knowing what was happening, one minute he was so loving in front of others even in front of other members of Hydra but the moment they were alone he didn’t want anything to do with her.

For years she couldn’t understand what was wrong with her. For years she always wanted her father’s approval. For years she wished her mum was still alive.

Four and a half years ago Pierce went into the west wing of the mansion that was Y/ns part of the home disturbing her peace, telling her that she was going to be getting married. Leaving no room for argument. Three weeks later she was getting married to the man now on her left.

Brock Rumlow.

No one battered an eye at the fact that he was nearly twenty years older than her. No one cared that Y/n cried throughout the whole ceremony. No one cared enough to ask her if she was okay as she sat there in a tight dress looking visibly uncomfortable.

Y/n couldn’t complain too much as Brock was almost never home, always busy with god knows what or with who. Luckily for her when he was home he tend to leave her be, the only time she couldn’t escape him was a night in bed.

“-Y/n are you even listening? Rumlow sort your wife out.” Her father’s voice pulled her out of the void she was falling into. Pierce always seemed to address her as ‘Rumlows wife’ never as his daughter, something that she had become accustomed to in the four and half years she was forced to marry Brock.

“Baby, it’s important that you listen-” Brock tries before Pierce interrupts him, telling him that he needs to be firmer in controlling his wife. Y/n took a deep breath exhaling just as Brock’s hand comes into contact with her cheek. Again, Pierce instructed him and of course he listens.

“Good. Now where was we? Oh yeah, Soldat needs to be wiped aga-“

“Father we can’t. We do-“

“Brock.” Is all he says, and she knows what’s coming. Deep breath in, slowly exhaling. Three times, after each hit.

“We are wiping the asset again Y/n-“

“B-but if you do he will die a-an-and then we won’t have the deadliest assassin in the world doing our bidding” god she hated saying we and our, she wanted no part of Hydra, she despised them with every fibre of her being. But she knew in order not to be hit again she needed to seem like she was happy to be a part of the organisation. Act as if her throat wasn’t closing up to keep the bile down.

“Brock-“

“Sir she has a point, we can’t afford to lose him right now”

Sitting silently for the longest thirty seconds of her life Pierce nodded “Very well. But the moment he starts acting out he’s going straight in the chair” Begrudgingly nodding Y/n kept her head down as she pushed her food around the plate blanking out the rest of the conversation that her father and Brock was having.

Not long after dinner Y/n was left alone with Brock after he led her up the stairs to their part of the home, keeping his hand on her back the moment the door closed Brock gripped her face gently in his hands gazing on the damage he had done to her cheek during dinner.

“Baby… baby I’m so sorry”

“It’s okay”

“No it’s not baby, I’m sorry but you know I had no choice, you know how your father is”

Keeping quiet she nodded lightly, her finger twisting around her diamond ring. This always happened, Pierce would order Brock to hurt her and then once they were alone Brock would apologise.

The only problem with him apologising is that it didn’t just stop at him verbally saying it. No. No to Brock he had to make up for what he did by being on top of her, both naked.

And that night was no different.

Closing her eyes she saw the bright blue eyes belonging to her Bear.

The Winter Solider was back out on a mission so therefore she didn’t need to be in the base, and since everyone else was busy it meant that she could use the computer freely, as long as she made sure she deleted the history. Otherwise she’d be in trouble. Something she definitely didn’t want to happen again.

Typing in Captain America she found out a lot about him, how he went from a skinny, ill guy to the bulky super soldier that somehow managed to survive sixty plus years by being frozen. She learned about his best friend that he had lost whilst they were on a mission during World War Two. Seeing the photo of them both her heart stilled at seeing Bear. Though he looked younger, cleaner despite he was in the middle of a war, short haired. Even though the photo was in black and white she knew it was him by his eyes.

Maybe if she had Captain Americas help she could get Bear to safety, she thought to herself as she paced around her bedroom. Bear-James Buchanan Barnes she found out, said that Steve called him Bucky which obviously meant that the other super solider remembered Bear.

He was bound to help. Surely. Hopefully.

Now the only problem was how was she going to get to New York without being seen or caught by her father, Brock or the rest of Hydra.

Two weeks after finding out the real identity of the man she affectionately named Bear, two agents came into her office to get her informing her that the asset was misbehaving. Running into his cell she sees Brock using the electric shock rod on Bear-James. “Brock stop! Stop it. I c-can talk him down”

“Do it then otherwise I’m telling Pierce”

“You all need to leave-“

“No. No I’m not leaving you in here with him”

“He won’t hurt me. I promise”

Brock’s eyes went to the solider back to her and huffed knowing what she was saying true, their asset for some reason never showed any violence towards her. And honestly that pissed him off. He wished just once the asset would harm her so he could step him and save her, maybe that would make her love him. “Fine. But we’ll be outside”

“O-okay” sighing a breath of air once the door was closed behind Brock she moved quickly to James pulling him into her arms “it’s okay now I’m he-“

“Y-y-you pr-promised”

“I know-“

“You promised they wo-wouldn’t hurt me if I-I behave a-and I was I swear”

“Oh, oh Bear-“

“It’s Bucky. My names Bucky”

“You remember?”

“Ye-yes. I had to fight Captain America an-and he knows me Dove. How does he know me?”

“From a long time ago Bucky-“

“Bear”

“What?”

“You call me Bear”

“Okay. Okay you knew him a long time ago Bear and-“

“Times up Y/n. He needs to go back in the chair” Brock said interrupting her. His brown eyes focusing on her hands holding his, feeling disgusted at the fact that she could happily touch a monster but not him. In their four and half years of marriage he had only held her hand once and that was at a charity event that Hydra was hosting, the second people turned their attention to Pierce she pulled her hand away from his.

“N-no you promised you wouldn’t tell him”

“I didn’t. He wants it done so move aside”

“It-it will kill him Brock and you know this”

“Move Y/n”

When she didn’t move away like he told her to do he stomped over grabbing her by her arm in a painful grip pulling her up, pointing his gun at Bucky when he moves closer to Y/n. She knew if Bucky/the winter soldier sensed she was in pain it was going to be game over for all eleven agents cramming themselves into his cell.

Knowing if she complies with Brock it wouldn’t end in a bloodbath, standing up she tells Bucky to stand down and to comply. Even if she hated what was to come she couldn’t let him be killed because she wouldn’t listen.

Both of them were walked down to the room where the scientist where getting the chair ready. Brock whispered ‘I’m sorry’ in her ear, thinking it was because of how he grabbed her arm she just nodded.

“What’s going on?” She whispered as soon as they reached the room.

“I told you. I’m sorry” Brock says, his eyes finding the ground more interesting.

Inside the room was the chair that she would be made to order Bucky to sit in and to turn on, the same chair that made him release the most gut wrenching scream that haunts her nightmares every night. She had seen it so many times she had lost count, what she hadn’t seen before was the chair next to it.

It looked exactly the same on its right. But newer, free from the scratch marks from Bucky’s nails. Free from the pain it was a part of.

The door came open and in walked Pierce fixing his suit jacket smiling at Y/n. A swivel chair was pushed forward by an agent, Pierce thanked him and sat down. It was that one word that she knew something was wrong. It was him saying ‘thanks’ to an agent that makes her realise that something was very wrong. Pierce never said thanks or please to anyone, let alone to an agent.

Pierce looked at Rollings who had Bucky by the arm, then moved his gaze towards Y/n. Rollings pushed Bucky forward towards the chair, ordering him to sit. Bucky’s eyes went straight to Y/n silently asking if he should, he doesn’t move until she nods at him.

“You know. You know what I hate the most about you Y/n? It’s that you never seem to want to follow in my footsteps. I have done everything for you since your mother met a very painful ending, oh shit yeah I never told you how she died did I? Well it’s quite funny actually, you see the bitch was trying to leave, trying to escape from me. ME! The one who gave the ungrateful cow everything I had, she was trying to leave with you so I… do you want to guess what I did? Answer me, do you want to know?”

“W-what did-“

“I ordered your Bear to kill her. You was five? No six? Yeah you was six and I made you watch as your precious Bear kill your mummy. He crushed her windpipe and well… he kind of got carried away, how you ask? He bashed her skull in. You were crying so much that you puked up.”

“S-Sir-“ Brock weakly attempts. He had never knew of how Y/n’s mum had died, hearing it and hearing his wife’s muffled sobs caused him to say something.

“What Rumlow? It’s true. It’s about time she wakes up and realises that her Bear isn’t good, he took her mummy away” Pierce snaps back, his tone mocking towards the end of his sentence. “Anyway. You need punishing so, Brock strap your wife into the only available chair”

“N-n-no plea-Dad! Please-“ her pleads fell on deaf ears as Pierce just stared at her showing no emotion or remorse for what he was going to do. Strapped in the chair she looked over at Bucky seeing his chest rise and fall in quick succession “Bear it-it’s okay. Calm down”

“Rumlow your wife keeps making a fool out of you. Shame really. Now let’s get this over and done with, I have a meeting with Fury”

Her eyes stayed on Bucky’s, even when the metal pads came down and he was forced to look ahead, her eyes never left his face. Her heart rate skyrocketing as it was her turn to stare ahead. Bucky chose to stare at the ceiling whilst she stared at her father.

With the blood roaring loudly and painfully in her ears she didn’t register the scientist counting down from ten - just like Pierce had told them too. She didn’t flinch at hearing Bucky’s screams as they filled the room.

The loud noise of the machine pierced through the roaring. Her eyes scrunched closed. Her throat almost felt like it was being ripped out as she released a deafening scream.

Everybody flinched. Even Pierce.

Once it was over she started coughing violently as blood poured out of her mouth. She locked eyes with Pierce before her vision blurred and everything turned black.

After slowly gaining consciousness she awoke in the arms of Brock, he spent several minutes running his fingers through her hair, apologising for not stopping Pierce. Playing the dotting husband by helping her stand and staying by her side until she could stand up on her own.

Brock knew it, Y/n knew it, everyone around them knew that she did not love him. He was actually surprised that she hadn’t tried to kill him in his sleep or “accidentally” push him down the stairs. Hell she had the chance, many times throughout their marriage. Brock tried to convince himself that she would eventually come around to the idea of them being together, finally feel the same for him as he did for her though he knew it was wishful thinking.

At first he was against marrying her but over the course of their marriage he had grown to fall in love with her. Only once did he stray from their marriage and to say he was a heartless man when it came to his job he felt truly guilty for what he had done, for weeks he didn’t touch her and whilst he missed her touch he knew she was happier throughout that time.

A month had gone by since Y/n had her mind wiped and in that month Brock had to admit he hated the new Y/n. She was more distant than before, she flinched every time he touched her, she never made eye contact with him. She had gone back to being how she was when they first got married.

“I’m going to New York in two days, would you like to come with me?” He asked one night as they sat down to eat dinner.

“Oh o-okay” Once again Brock was left disappointed by her head casted downwards and her hands twisting together.

He didn’t realise that by mentioning New York it brought back the memories of Bucky, her plan of saving him, she needed to find Steve. Her eyes moved around the table as the memories came flashing back.

Two days later they were in New York, Y/n was happy that Brock wasn’t around so she could create a plan on how to get to Steve. She couldn’t risk being seeing with him in public, going to SHIELDS headquarters were definitely out of the question.

And she hadn’t heard about Bucky or the asset as they called him. She didn’t even know where or how he was. In that month that has passed after her father had her memory wiped she hadn’t even seen Pierce let alone talked to him. Brock made no comments about Bucky either.

On the fourth day of arriving in New York Y/n decided to take a walk after finally being able to pull her aching eyes away from the laptop screen. After putting on her shoes and coat she headed outside, as she walked around the corner she bumped into a body “Sorry, I’m so sorry”

“It’s okay ma’am, are you okay?” she looked up, her eyes going wide at the man in front of her. “Miss?”

“You-you’re Steve, Captain America…”

“See Steve, told you every woman wants you” the woman to his left chuckled.

“No, no it’s not like that. You know Bucky, don’t you?”

“H-how do you know?”

“Because I know him, he’s the Winter Solider-ow get your hand off me” she tries to pull her arm away from the red head as she drags her down an empty alleyway.

“How do you know him?” Steve asks with his hands on his hips.

“I-I work for Hydr-wait it’s not like that” She panics when Natasha reaches for something from the back of her. “I don’t agree or like what they do, I’m trying to get Bucky out of there b-but I don’t know how”

“Why do you work for them if you don’t like what they do?” Steve questions.

“I’ve been forced to, just help me get him away from them please, he’s a good guy I swear – he’s being made to do all the bad things that Hydra wants him to do.”

“Steve we can’t trust her, it could be a tra-“

“It’s not I swear!”

“We should take her to Sam’s and she can help us”

Half an hour later she was sat on the couch nervously bouncing her leg up and down as Steve, Natasha and Sam all stared at her waiting for her to begin, but the truth was she didn’t know where to start from. She knew that she couldn’t admit that Pierce was her father. She knew that she would eventually but she just wanted to delay that until Bucky was safe. Just as she went to open her mouth there was a knock at the door, Natasha went to answer as Steve sat there and mouthed ‘its okay’.

Her whole body stiffened as a man in a black leather trench coat walked in. “This her?”

“Yeah”

The man nodded and sat down in the chair, looking her up and down. “I’m-“

“Nick Fury, yes I know who you are. There is no need to try and intimidate me, I came here willingly.”

“Willingly?  So... how do you know about Sergeant Barnes?”

“I work for Hydra and I ha-have to press the button for the chair”

“What chair?”

“It wipes his memories, I don’t know how exactly but-“

“That’s why he didn’t recognise me, isn’t it?” Steve cut her off.

“Yes but he did when he got back to the base.”

“Where is this base?” Fury asks.

“In Siberia, it’s hard to find if you don’t know where to look.”

“You’ll take us there, yes?”

“No! No I can’t! Also Bucky isn’t there; I don’t know where he is”

“Why can’t-hold on” Fury’s phone began ringing so he stepped outside. When he got back inside he looked annoyed. “Who are you? And don’t try and bullshit me”

“I-I told you…”

“No. Who are you really?”

“I’m… my name is Y/n Rumlow, maiden name Pierce.” All four of them pull a face at hearing the name, she couldn’t fault them.

“So who are you then?”

“Pierce’s daughter, Rumlow’s wife. But I swear I’m not like them, I swear”.

“Wait, Alexander Pierce?” Fury asked.

“He’s the head of Hydra.” She whispered her eyes lowering as she sees Fury’s jaw clench.

“Why are you willing to help?” Steve asked after a moment of silence.

“Because I don’t agree with what they-“

“You already said that” Natasha cut her off.

“And it’s the truth, I don’t, I don’t like what they do or what they’ve done.” Picking at the skin around her nails a soft sigh falls from her lips. “I will give you any information you need to bring Hydra down but you have to help me get Bear, I mean Bucky out.”

“He’s here, in New York.” Fury informed. “I ran into him, I managed to get away.”

“Guys… you need to see this.” Sam said bringing their attention from Fury to the tv screen where the news was reporting an attack, Y/n jumping up off the sofa when she sees Bucky.

Minutes later they were climbing into Sam’s car minus Fury as he needed to be elsewhere, Y/n clung on to the door handle as Sam sped towards the chaos. Innocent people that were going about their everyday lives were now screaming whilst running in shear panic trying to get away from the heavy gunfire between the police and men dressed in all black.

“Stay in the car.” Steve ordered her, silencing her attempt to argue by giving her a deadly glare, nodding weakly with her bottom lip jutted out which resembled a child being scolded by their parents.

As she sat inside the car her heart ached at seeing the chaos that her father was behind, she kept an eye out for Bucky because she knew that he was most likely there, doing the bidding for Hydra. Just as she sees him pushing his way through the agents she sees a child, no older than ten, alone with tears streaming down his face, without thinking about the consequences of defying Steve’s order she jumps out of the car and runs over to the child. “You’re okay, I’ve got you, you’re safe.”

“M-my da-daddy, I-I can’t-“

“It’s okay, it’s all going to be okay, we’ll find him I promise.” Picking the child up she covers his face to spare him from seeing more than he already has, she goes to back towards the car, only to stop as something gets thrown through the window and the whole thing blows up. “I-I think I’m going to be sick.” She mutters, gripping the boy in her arms a little tighter. “Okay. Okay. Let’s not go that way.”

Further down the street she sees a police officer waving civilians towards safety, running closer she was about to hand the child over to the officer when a man starts desperately calling out a name. “D-daddy!”

“Is that him?” He nods whilst wiping away the fresh tears that had fallen. “Sir! Sir I have him, he’s safe.”

“Thank you! Thank you!” Y/n shakes her head and offers the man a small smile. Turning around she ran back towards the destruction, ignoring the yells coming from the police officer, she guided people towards safety as well as trying to find Bucky, Steve, Sam and Natasha.

“Y/n?” The blonds shield had just knocked a Hydra agent to the ground when he sees her standing behind the man now unconscious on the floor. “I told you to stay in the car!”

“It got blown up.”

“What?”

“The car, yeah? It got blown up.” Steve rolls his eyes at her as she mimics an explosion.

“Right… stay by my side at all times.”

“Can I have a gun?”

“Do you know how to shoot?”

“No, not really.”

“Then no.” Y/n huffed as she scrunched up her face at his response, Steve wanted to laugh and he would have if he wasn’t trying to protect her from the rain of bullets.

“Y/n?” Brock whispered when he sees her wrapped up in one of Steve’s arms whilst the other held his shield blocking the onslaught of bullets coming from Hydras guns. “Y/n! Fuck!” He yelled, his eyes wide and frantic as he looked around to find a way to get to her. “Make sure you don’t hit her!” He ordered the men, smiling when he laid eyes on the Winter Solider who was currently fighting with the Black Widow, his jaw clenching when he sees Y/n’s hand in Steve’s as they ran towards a car.

Hand in hand Steve practically dragged Y/n leading her towards a car. “Stay here!”

“I need-“

“To stay put!”

“No I need to get to Bucky!”

Steve sighed as his shield kept being hit with bullets. “We will get him later, I promise.”

Neither of them noticing the Winter Soldier throwing Natasha across the bonnet of a destroyed car, nor knowing that Brock had told Bucky to get Y/n away from Captain America because the hero was hurting his Dove. Before she could argue with Steve about leaving Bucky behind the man she was worried about appeared seemingly out of nowhere, grabbing Steve by his neck and throwing him to the ground then grabbing her arm and pulling her close to him.

“Bucky! Bucky stop!” She begged. “Please! You know him! He’s your friend!”

The blond gets up with a strained cough, his eyes were wide at once again coming face to face with the man he had called his best friend for so many years, the same man he thought had died when he fell off the train. Peggy had tried to reassure him that it wasn’t his fault that Bucky had died but he didn’t believe it or want to hear her words, because to him it was his fault, he shouldn’t have let Bucky or his unit go with him on that mission, it was his fault for not being fast enough to get to him when he was dangling outside of the train, it was his fault for not being strong enough to lift his best friend, his only friend, his brother, to safety.

Steve could hear Y/n frantically begging Bucky but he couldn’t make out what her words were, he was just standing there frozen as he desperately searched Bucky’s eyes in hopes that there was some part of his best friend still in there somewhere. He didn’t even realise that Bucky was pointing a gun at him until the brunettes arm went down, his heart stuttering when he sees Bucky dragging Y/n away. “Y/n!”

“It-it’s okay I’ll be fine!”

“Goddamit!”

The pain in her arm increased with each step she took as Bucky continued to drag her away from the destroyed street, away from Steve, she had no idea where he was taking her and she guessed that he didn’t even know where he was taking them both as he carried on dragging her down the train tracks. “Stop Soldat!” Her skin crawled at hearing her own voice. “That’s an order.”

“No.”

“No? Rude.” She whispered. “Please Bucky stop.”

“No!” He yelled, finally facing her. “No! He hurt you.”

“Who?”

“Captain America.”

“No he didn’t? He was trying to protect me.”

“That’s not what Rumlow said, he said that Captain America was hurting you, that I needed to protect you.”

“He was lying!” She flinched as his metal hand punched a door handle, then wincing at the loud squeak of the hinges as he pushed the door open. Inside the room was dark and empty aside from a desk and a chair that had definitely seen better days. “What are we doing here?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“We need to go back to Steve, he can help us.”

“Who’s Steve?”

“Captain America, his name is Steve, you know him.”

“Right.”

“Do you remember him?”

“I think so.” He shrugged. “I need to get you to Rumlow.”

“No you don’t, Bucky you can’t take me back to him.”

“If I don’t I will be punished.”

“You’ll be punished even if you take me back.” She quickly responded, closing the gap between them and putting her hands in his. “I promised you that I would get you away from Hydra and I will, I am, if only you come with me to find Steve, he’ll help you I’m sure of it.”

“But what if he doesn’t?”

“He will, and if he doesn’t then we’ll go away, just me and you, and we’ll find somewhere safe, safe away from Hydra.”

Bucky stood there searching her eyes, finding nothing but honesty in them. “Just me and you?”

“Just me and you.” She repeated, a warm smile appears on her face as he nods slowly. “Now we just need to find a way to get to Steve.”

When it was dark enough outside the pair left the room and made their way on foot to the only place she could think of, Sam’s house. Y/n could feel the tension radiating off of Bucky the whole time they walked through the quiet streets, she could only give him a reassuring smile when they made eye contact. It was early hours in the morning when they showed up at Sam’s, giving the man to her left another reassuring smile, which looked more like a grimace, she looked up at the house that had all its lights off, she knocked on the door a few times.

Relief washed over her as the hallway light came on and Sam’s face came into view. “Y/n?”

“Is Steve here?” Hearing the door unlock she smiled softly at Sam when he opened the door, her eyes shifting to the blond standing behind him. “Can we come in?”

“We?” Steve frowned in confusion, his blue eyes widening as Bucky stepped into view. “Buck.”

“It’s okay.” She whispered to Bucky when she felt his hand grip the back of her jacket. “So, can we come in?”

Sam nodded whilst stepping aside to let the pair inside. “Yeah, yeah of course.”

Sam had gone to wake up Natasha as Y/n along with the two super soldiers stared at each other, the blond wanting to say something, anything, to get his friend to remember him whilst the brunette stood protectively in front of her, keeping an eye on the other man, silently daring him to try and hurt his Dove.

Natasha gave Y/n a nod and a slight squeeze on her hand, looking between the two super soliders and Sam. “What happens now?”

“We need to get him to Fury, he’ll know what to do.” Steve finally spoke. “Do you remember me?”

“Yes.” Bucky whispered, his metal hand forming into a fist then opening. “Your mum was called Sarah, and you use to put newspapers in your shoes.” He chuckled softly, Steve’s cheeks going red whilst Sam, Natasha and Y/n tried to hide their own amusement. “You was my best friend, my brother.”

Steve went to step forward but stopped when he saw Bucky flinch. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything.”

“It’s fine.” He muttered, Steve shook his head and was ready to argue that it wasn’t fine but Bucky spoke again. “Will Fury help?”

“Hopefully.”

An hour after Natasha rang Fury, the man showed up, at first Bucky refused to speak to him but after Y/n promised that everything will be okay, he told everyone what he knew, what he remembered, everything that he was made to do. By the time he was finished it was nearly nine in the morning.

“We need to bring Hydra down.” Fury stated the obvious. “Are you willing to give up your father and husband?” He asked Y/n.

“Yes.” Bucky squeezed her hand softly. “What’s going to happen to him?”

“If we can prove that he was actually brainwashed and that he was forced to do the things he’s done then maybe we can get him pardoned, maybe alright.”

Fury wanted to wait until nightfall for them to all head to SHIELDS headquarters, the less around the easier it will be he said as he got himself comfortable on the sofa with a packet of biscuits that he found in Sam’s cupboard. When Y/n tried to stifle a yawn, Steve noticed and told her to go to bed, Bucky tensed as his jaw, getting up and following her as she made her way towards the bedroom. “I’ll stand outside.”

“Why?”

“To protect you.” He said as if it was the most obvious thing. “Don’t argue with me.”

“But you don’t need to, Bucky.”

“I know but I want too. Get some sleep.”

The second her head hit the pillow she was out like a light, completely unaware of the conversation happening just outside the bedroom door.

“Buck.” The brunette frowned at the blond. “Are you- I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For everything.” Steve sighed, leaning against the wall opposite him. “I didn’t know, I thought you died.”

“It’s fine.”

“No it’s not. Nothing about this is fine and you know it.”

Bucky grinned. “Did you ever get the girl?”

“Which girl?”

“The Brit.”

“Peggy? No.” Steve smiled sadly. “No, never got her.”

“Sorry.”

“She got married, had two kids. She had an amazing life.” He shrugged, he wanted to pretend that it didn’t bother him because it did hurt finding out that the woman he was in love with had moved on but knowing that she found happiness brought him some comfort. “What about you and her?”

“Who, Dove?” Steve nodded. “She’s married to Rumlow.”

“Is she happy with him?”

A scoff with an eye roll from Bucky had Steve chuckling. “No she isn’t, she was forced to marry him.” Bucky remembers standing at the back of the small chapel and watching as tears streamed down Y/n’s pretty face. She had only perked up as the celebration went on around her when she laid eyes on him, a weak smile made its way onto her lips. He never had the heart to tell her that he was only there to stop her from running away. “Never seen a bride more miserable.”

“Does she love him?”

“No.” He might have been brainwashed and beaten into submission but he wasn’t blind, he could tell that there was no love on her end. “But Rumlow loves her.”

Steve nodded in understanding, smirking when an idea popped into his head. “When this is all over and you’re free you should ask her on a date.”

“Are you joking? She wouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because she wouldn’t.” A soft sigh fell from his lips. “She deserves someone so much better than me.”

“Don’t-“

“Just leave it Steve.”

“Sorry.” Wiping his hands down his face, tiredness began to take over, he’d only been asleep for two hours when Y/n showed up. “Listen, I’m going to be by your side through all of this, I promise Buck.”

Before Bucky could respond Steve walked off leaving him to stand guard, even if they all knew it wasn’t necessary. A few hours later, Fury was telling everyone it was time to leave, Natasha stifling her laugh at Y/n’s hair all in a mess. Maria Hill had picked them up and drove them to the headquarters, everyone was silent as they got closer to the building.

Bucky grabbed ahold of Y/n’s hand as the car went into the underground garage.

The very next day all SHIELD agents had attacked the base in Siberia whilst Steve, Sam, Natasha and Fury went to Pierce’s home, arresting him and Rumlow.

For three weeks after that night Bucky and Y/n was separated for questioning, the latter being kept longer as she had more answers. She wasn’t shocked to hear from Fury that Pierce had tried to put the blame on her, telling the man with the eyepatch that she knew everything - when in truth, she really didn’t - but what did shock her was that Brock had defended her, and even denied that she had any part in the operation of Hydra, even going as far as telling Fury that she had never stepped foot inside the base, doing this not knowing that Y/n had confessed to her role in the organisation.

A week later the door to the room that Y/n had been confined to came open, Natasha smiled warmly at her and told her to follow. “Where am I going?”

“You’ll see.”

Nat smiled once more as she pushed the door open for Y/n, she frowned as she looked around the hanger, her eyes landing finally on Fury, Bucky, Steve and Sam. “Am I going to the Raft?”

“No. I’ve put in a good word for you, told them that you’ve willingly helped us and that thanks to you we’ve found more bases that we didn’t know existed.” Fury spoke. “I’ll see you soon.” He nodded at her as he walked past her.

The confusion was written all over her face as she asked. “What’s going on?”

Bucky walked up to her and gently grabbed her hands. “Have you ever heard of Wakanda?”

“I-I think so, why?”

“Well there’s a princess called Shuri there and she said she can deprogram me, get rid of the Winter Solider.”

Her eyes widened in surprise at hearing his words. “That’s- really? That’s amazing Bucky!”

“Yeah, yeah it is. I’m allowed to go there, to Wakanda, and Shuri is going to help me.”

“That’s… I’m glad Bucky, really.”

“Will you come with me?”

“Can-” looking at Steve who gives her an encouraging nod and smile. “Are you sure you want me there?” She asked Bucky.

“I don’t want to go without you, Dove.”

A huge smile on her lips had Bucky’s heart beating a little faster. “When do we leave?”

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[holylulusworld]

A new home

Summary: He deserves love.

Pairing: Wakanda!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (Steve's adoptive sister)

Warnings: brother’s best friend trope, fluff, kind of secret relationship

Square filled for @avengers-assemble-bingo “Bucky Barnes Birthday bingo event": Square 4: Brother’s best friend

Square filled for @buckyboybingo: Square 16: Almost caught

Square filled for @fandom-free-bingo: Half-Baked Edition: Square 7: “You are so beautiful.”

Square filled for @buckybarnesbingo: C1: Wakanda!Bucky

Card: B004

Rating: Teen

A/N: In my story, the reader is Steve’s adoptive sister, which makes the story more inclusive.

Steven Grant Rogers. Captain America. A hero. The golden boy. A fugitive now. A man on the run.

Why? Because he saved his best friend. James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky to his friends.

Not only are Steve and his friends on the run. You, his adoptive sister, are on the run as well. You’re not adopted legally. Hell, his parents are long gone, and you never signed any papers.

Steve found you some years back in an abandoned Hydra base. The bastards were looking for people to experiment on, and you ended up in a cell. Steve came just in time, saving the day and you.

From that day on, he called you his little sister. Not related by blood, but a strong bond of trust, loyalty, and love.

You, along with Natasha, Sam, Wanda, Bucky, and Steve, found refuge in Wakanda. It’s not the worst place to live. The truth is, it’s so much more peaceful and advanced than the old world you were living in.

“What’s on your mind, Y/N?” Steve worriedly watches you stare in the distance. “Do you regret following me?”

“Never,” you reply without missing a beat. It’s the truth. Since the day Steve saved you, he has been nothing but good to you. He never lied or let you down. He’s, in any way, your big brother. Related by blood or not. “I just wonder what the others are doing.”

“Tony is… He gets around somehow.” He says, not convinced himself. “T’Challa checked on Rhodey’s condition for me. Clint and Lang made a deal to get out of prison. It’s not ideal, but…”

“They are free,” you end his line. “That’s good. They both have kids and all. I wouldn’t want them to end up being in prison. Our fight wasn’t their fight.”

“This fight should’ve never happened. Zemo did a good job splitting the Avengers,” Steve sighs deeply. He’s tired of saving people while hiding in the shadows.

“I understand that Tony was mad, but—” You nervously rub your face. “Bucky wasn’t himself back then. Tony should understand this. He’s a smart man.”

“One of the smartest people I ever met,” Steve says, sadness in his voice. “Maybe, one day, we can look back at that moment without anger.”

Steve walks away, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You look out of the window one last time before turning around and walking away.

He looks almost at peace when you watch him from afar. A few months ago, Shuri removed the programming controlling Bucky. No more Winter Soldier. No more being controlled by trigger words.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Bucky murmurs as you sneak inside his thatched-roof hut. He sighs because you won’t listen to him.

“I want to be here,” you reply as you sit down on the makeshift bed. “If you do not join us in the palace, I’ll stay here with you.”

“Y/N,” Bucky says as he enters the hut to sit next to you. “If Steve finds you here, he won’t like it.”

“Why?” You move a little closer to place your hand on his flesh hand. “You’re his best friend. He fought his friends to protect you.”

“You’re his sister,” Bucky softly whispers your name as he looks at you with soft eyes. “You’re so beautiful and too good for me.”

“Don’t say things like that,” you angrily reply. “Please don’t do this to yourself.”

You look at him, gently stroking his hair. It’s a little longer now; it falls past his shoulders and is slightly wavy. You press a soft kiss to his bearded cheek and giggle as his full beard tickles your skin.

Bucky softly smiles, letting you run your hands over his chest. He’s wearing a sleeveless reddish-burgundy top. The one you bought for him. Over this, he has a dark blue shawl draped loosely over his shoulders and knotted at his chest.

“I don’t deserve you.” You cup his face and lean closer to kiss him, soft and careful. Bucky is not ready yet for the next step.

“I love you,” you whisper against his lips. “I don’t care about your past. This wasn’t you, Bucky. I know the real Bucky, and Steve does too. Nothing else matters.”

Bucky sighs against your lips. He’d love to tell you that he feels the same, but this would only encourage you to stay with him. Deep down inside, Bucky believes that Steve would never accept your relationship and that you are too good for him.

“Stop thinking too much.” You press your forehead against Bucky’s. “Steve would be happy if he knew. He loves you like a brother.”

“Last time, we almost got caught. You shouldn’t stay here or be around me. Steve would turn his back on me, knowing you sleep here.”

“We are adults, Bucky,” you kiss his forehead. “And we didn’t do anything wrong. We slept together, nothing else. Even if we…” You giggle and hide your face in his neck. “You know… Steve couldn’t do anything against it.”

“He’d kill me if I did dirty things to you.”

“Dirty things,” you tease. “You want to do dirty things to me?” Lifting your head to meet his gaze, you smirk. “What kind of dirty things?”

His cheeks are shades of pink when you look at him. “I wouldn’t… I mean…”

“I was being a tease, Bucky.” You peck his lips, careful not to pressure Bucky. “Do you want me to stay? If not, I’ll go.”

“Stay.” He carefully touches your hand. “Please stay tonight.” He nuzzles your cheek. “I have a second pillow for you.”

You smile because he slowly opens up to you. Love is something Bucky hasn’t experienced in ages. But now that you all have found a new home in Wakanda, he has the chance to explore his feelings.

Both of you lie down. Bucky wraps his arms around you and allows you to rest your head on his chest. Your heart flutters as he holds you a little tighter and says, “I’ll ask Steve for an allowance to ask you out on a date.”

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[ivybucky]

First Time - b.b. x gn!reader

Summary: You have a habit of calling people by cute nicknames or monikers, and Bucky isn't sure why it made him feel so good.

a/n: I'm breaking my hiatus finally!!! this is just a cute lil fic somewhat based on first time by hozier without the thought-provoking underlying angst. 1.9k

Content/Warnings: tfaws!Bucky, fluff, pining, tfaws fight scenes, zemo mention, multiple Sam appearances, references to fights/violence, use of y/n, use of the nickname doll when referring to the reader, friends to lovers? (let me know if i'm forgetting anything)

Masterlist

Believe it or not, Bucky Barnes tried to not think about his past. 

Though his efforts to make amends were a work-in-progress, and his name was brought up in the press more often than he preferred, Bucky Barnes tried to think about his past as little as possible. 

The first time you called him James was the first time he had liked the way it sounded. You had smiled at him, sweet and welcoming, as Sam introduced the two of you.

“It’s nice to meet you, James.” God, did it fall off your tongue in the nicest way. “Thank you for looking after birdbrain over here.” You giggled at Sam’s distant-sounding protest.

Bucky cracked a sideways smile, not being able to stop himself. “You can call me Bucky, doll.”

Your smile morphed into a sort of smirk, cheeks warming at the nickname he gave you. “Is that what you prefer?”

He hadn’t given it much thought anymore. He knew James as the person who enlisted in the military, the person who fell from the train following Captain America into the throws of war. James was the person who was Hydra’s plaything, the assassin, the monster he was so desperate to forget. Bucky was the charmer, the best friend of Steve Rogers, the swing dancer who had a habit of punching bullies(justified obviously). 

Now, he didn’t feel like either. Going by Bucky was the easiest option, since it was the part of him he was desperate to gain back. Talking to you however, he didn’t think he cared what he was called anymore. 

He gave you a soft grin, one that may have held a bit more meaning than flirtation. “I don’t mind either, you can call me whatever you want.”

—

The first time you called him by any kind of nickname was the day they went to Madripoor.

“Sammy! Buck!” You called their names as you waved big at them from the small airport hangar. 

Bucky tried to slow his heart as the pair walked closer to you. Sam let out a chuckle next to him, a teasing smile thrown his way. “Hope you don’t mind the extra company, Buck.”

With a frown and a grumble, Bucky widened his gait, the toe of his shoe catching on Sam’s, causing him to trip up momentarily. “Don’t call me that.”

He reached you first, allowing his smile wider further than before. “Hi Y/N, what’re you doin’ here?”

You placed a gentle hand on his left shoulder, rubbing back and forth. “It’s good to see you too,” you chuckled. “Sam told me what you guys are doing with Zemo. He thought I might be able to provide some kind of help, right Sam?”

Sam walked up with somehow both a smirk and scowl on his face and pulled you into a quick hug. “That’s right, though I might’ve invited you along so that I’m not the only one putting up with his old ass.”

Bucky scoffed, trying to ignore the lack of warmth from your otherwise occupied hands. “Are you sure about this, doll? This is probably gonna end with all of us on a watch list.”

You nudged his shoulder, your own smirk gracing your features. “As if I wasn’t on one already.”

The boys both chuckled, before Sam spoke up. “Speaking of watchlists, he’s here.”

Boarding the private jet that Zemo just happened to have, Bucky tried to keep his eyes on you the whole time, even as you sat in the leather seat between him and the window. 

“I’m sorry, I’m just fascinated by this - I don’t know what to call it,” your brows furrowed at the sentence, at the faint smirk that rested on Zemo’s face. “But this part seems important. Who is Nakajima?”

Bucky was out of his seat in an instant, metal fingers gripped tightly around his throat. Zemo’s face wiped itself of any amusement. Bucky spoke into his ear low and gruff, but it could easily be heard throughout the plane cabin. “You touch that again and I’ll kill you.” 

He snatched the notebook back into his and heavily sat back down into his seat, hand wound tight around the small journal

Your fingers reached across his lap and wrapped around his clenched metal fist, thumb rubbing soothingly over the back of his hand. “Just ignore him, sweetheart. You and I both know nothing that man says is worth anything.” 

Bucky looked down at your joined hands, then glanced up at you with a small smile. He gave your hand a couple of squeezes, and tried to focus back on the words being said throughout the rest of the plane ride. 

—

The first time you called him “baby” was during their fight with John Walker. 

Madripoor and Latvia had been filled with silent stares, small smiles, and soft words . Fleeting “friendly” touches ensued as well - Bucky’s hand on your back drawing small circles, your gentle grasp of his hand or arm when he clenched his fist.

Bucky talked to you about Yori, about his too soft mattress, about his too shitty of a therapist, his want to get a cat. You told him about meeting Sam, your agency background, your agreement that he should totally get a cat. And now, you just wished you could have that again.

Walker was too strong, landing solid hits on both Sam and Bucky that could easily start slowing them down. He had lifted the shield over their bodies too many times, clearly holding on to the same psychotic fury he had when he killed the Flagsmasher.

To this point, you stood frozen in watch. You weren’t there when the fight started, and between Sam and John’s current focus on Bucky, you weren’t sure which side needed the most aid.

John had flung Bucky into a nearby metal utility pole for Christ’s sake, and a cry wretched itself from your lips. You ran to his side as he laid on the ground unconscious, metal arm cackling with untamed electricity. 

“Bucky,” you murmured as you checked his spine for any breaks. You could hear his breath, as shuddered as it was after an impact like that. You moved him to lay on his back, palm pressed to his cheek. “Bucky, honey, come on, wake up.”

You tapped his cheek a couple of times in slight panic, other hand unconsciously combing his hair back. A couple of moments passed before he groaned and huffed out a cough. “Bucky,” you sighed a breath of relief, eyes near tearing up as the tension left your body. “Are you hurt, baby?”

He sat up with a grimace, another groan leaving his lips. “What the fuck?”

“He took the serum,” your hands had yet to leave his face. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

He looked up at you with a wincing smile, still bright enough to make your heart stutter. “I’m okay, sweetheart.” The red gracing your cheeks could be easily based on the intensity of the fight, but it was unsaid knowledge that wasn’t the case. He touched the hand holding his cheek as you swept a thumb back and forth. A grunt from the fight crashed them both back to reality. “He’s gonna kill Sam.”

You stood up, pulling him with you by his metal arm. Bucky swung his arm around to recalibrate before jogging forward. “We gotta get the shield. Be careful, don’t let him pin you.”

____

The first time you kissed him was in Louisiana. 

You giggled from the picnic table as you watched Bucky dodge Sam’s nephews, cake in hand, as they tried to tackle him for his arm, as well as when several of the children pleading to hang off of it.

He sat next to you on the bench of the table, shoulder pressing into yours as you basked in Sam and Sarah’s storytelling. Bucky shared some bittersweet stories about Steve, drawing smiles from everyone listening. Each laugh had you leaning into him a bit more, but a complaint could not be heard, especially when your hands brushed under the table.

The evening continued on like that into the early night. Bucky entertained the masses, looking a lot like the charmer he used to be. Sam reminisced with his community, taking many photos with his local family. 

You sat on the pier, leaning back against the wooden bench as the sun set over the water’s horizon. You could faintly hear laughter behind you on the dock mixed with the sound of the stereo’s music drifting over. A smile grew on your face as a presence made its way towards you, shoes scuffing against the wooden slats. A soft hand rested on your shoulder and sent warmth through your body. “Care for some company, doll?”

You flashed Bucky a smile that had him weak as you turned back to him and patted the space next to him. He sat down close, thigh pressed against yours, shoulder to shoulder yet again. 

“What’re you gonna do now, Buck? You think you’re gonna stick around?” 

He sighed, staring down at his metal hand in contempt. “I don’t know,” his hand clenched in his lap. “I’ve been following orders for a long time now. Might be good for me to work with someone, not for. Even if birdbrain has a habit of getting on my nerves.”

You reached across his lap and gently unfurled his fingers. He wished the pressure he felt against the metal was more tangible for once, more definitive. “You should do whatever makes you feel the most free, sweetheart.” You slipped both of your hands around his, rubbing small circles with your thumb. “Whether that be with Sam or doing something else. You deserve it.”

Bucky’s eyes drifted over your face and observed its features - the small smile that curled around your lips, the kindness in your eyes. “And what about you?” he spoke softly. “Will you stay?”

You looked up to him and searched his eyes with a hopeful grin. “Are you asking?” you chuckled, using one of your hands to comb his hair back behind his ear, thumb resting on his cheek. “If I’m needed, I’ll stay.”

Bucky puffed out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding. “Well ya know,” he threw a bright smile in your direction. “Sam’s gonna need you here so he doesn’t lose his mind.”

You chuckled, leaning a little bit closer.  “And you? Do you need me?”

Bucky took in the space between you, the way your breaths mingled, foreheads near touching. “Yeah, baby,” he allowed himself to fully lean in. “I need you.”

You kissing him was like coming up for air, or finding water in the middle of the desert. It was salvation, it was required for him to have in order to survive. Your lips were soft, tasting faintly of the beer you had earlier. His mouth moved against yours like a magnet following them wherever they went. His hand drifted to your waist, moving you somewhat into his lap as you both smiled into the kiss. When you finally broke apart, it was only for the need for oxygen to fill your lungs. 

You giggled from above him, heads pressed together. Your hands locked themselves around his shoulders in an embrace that forced him to stay where he could feel the pant of your breath across his skin, not that he was complaining. “I guess I’ll stay then.”

Please reblog and comment! It's my first fic in *two fucking years* and i need to know that this is still good lol

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Ooo hi! Can I please request an (everyone lives au + Endgame never happened au) Avenger!Bucky X wife!reader where they got married right before Bucky went off to war, and when Bucky fell off that train (and she thought he had died), she didn’t even get the time to mourn because Hydra abducted her and brought her to where they were holding Bucky so that they would have leverage against him. They keep her under cryo the entire time Bucky was the Winner Soldier, so that alongside brainwashing him, they threatened his wife if he stepped out of line. Now present day, Bucky has joined the Avengers and they manage to find and recuse Y/n from Hydra after so long.

Ugh imagine how emotional it’d be for Bucky and Steve to see her again, and the team would make her feel safe and at home! And Bucky would be there every step of the way helping her adjust to one, being out of cryo after almost a century, and two, being in the 21st century!

You Came Back For Me » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Winter Soldier x Wife!Reader, Husband/Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America and the Avengers

Summary: After finding out his wife had been abducted by HYDRA when Bucky was the Winter Soldier, Bucky is now an Avenger and goes back to rescue you with the help of Steve and the Avengers.

Warnings: Fluff, language, abduction, HYDRA, trauma, nightmares, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵 I love how beautifully you described this and I had fun writing it!🥰

A/N #2: Italic text is flashbacks and nightmares. I used Google translate for the Russian translations.

Translations: Give her the serum - Дайте ей сыворотку

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

1943

“We just got married a couple days ago. Do you have to leave so soon?” You asked with a pout.

“I know and I’m sorry.” Bucky whispers. “Look at the bright side, I’ll be home before you know it.” He says, kissing you sweetly and passionately.

———

1945

“Bucky died?” You asked, making sure you heard Steve right.

“Yes.” Steve answers. “I tried reaching for him, but the handle he was holding on to gave out before I could get to him and he fell off of the train.” He explains.

That whole day, you tried to process the death of your husband. “Bucky is never coming home.” is the only thing being echoed in your head. That night, you laid in bed, staring at Bucky’s side of the bed with tears stained on your cheeks. Before you could even react, a hand with a white cloth was put on your mouth. You tried your best to fight off whoever was behind you, but you grew weak the more you inhaled the chloroform and you soon passed out.

SIBERIA - HYDRA BASE

Your eyes fluttered open. You groaned, squinting your eyes to adjust to the light. You looked around the room, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. This isn’t yours and Bucky’s house. It was some kind of lab.

“What the hell…” You mumbled to yourself.

You went to stand up, but couldn’t. Your arms and legs were strapped to the chair you were sitting in. You yanked at the restrains to get loose, but it was no use. The restraints were too tight for you to get free. You jumped at the sound of the door opening. You looked up, seeing a man in a suit and another man in a white lab coat.

“Good to see you awake, Mrs. Barnes.” The man in the suit says.

“Where am I? Who are you?” You asked.

“My name is Arnim Zola and you’re in HYDRA’s base in Siberia.” Zola tells you. “You are our newest addition. You’re going to help out perfectly with our Winter Soldier program.” He explains. “Дайте ей сыворотку.” He tells the man in the lab coat.

The man in the lab coat approached you with an IV that had some kind of suspicious liquid in it. You began to panic. You yanked at the restrains to get free, but it still didn’t work.

“This might burn.” The man in the lab coat said with a Russian accent.

You yelped when the needle pricked your skin. Thats when the pain and trauma began.

———

“Get the woman.” Zola says to an HYDRA agent.

The HYDRA agent nodded and went to the cell they kept you in. You jumped at the sound of the door opening. You scooted back as far as you could on the bed. The agent approached you, grabbing your arm with a bruising grip and yanked you up from the bed. He put handcuffs on you so you didn’t try to do anything. He held onto the chain of the handcuffs and lead you to where the lab. There was a man with a metal arm and long hair sitting in a chair. He’s the Winter Soldier.

There was something about the long haired man that looked familiar. His eye color, hair color, height, and facial structure was the same as your dead husband’s. That’s when it hit you. You gasped with wide eyes. The Winter Soldier is your husband Bucky.

“Bucky!” You say loudly.

The Winter Soldier furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at you.

“Bucky, it’s me Y/N. Your doll.” You tell him.

“Y/N… doll…” The Winter Soldier mumbles to himself.

His eyes widened. The woman in front of him is his wife.

“Oh my god…” He mumbles completely speechless. “Y/N!” Bucky says.

You smiled, happy to hear him say your name. Bucky went to stand up, but two HYDRA agents pushed him back in the chair. You tried to run towards him, but you were yanked backwards causing you to fall down.

“Here’s what’s going to happen…” Zola began, standing in between you and Bucky. “Soldat, I see you recognize your pretty little wife.” He said. “She’s going to be perfect leverage against you. If you overstep in any way, your wife gets it.” He explains. “Meaning, you’ll witness your wife get beaten right in front of you if you don’t do as we say.” He adds. “I’m sure you don’t want anything to happen to your wife.” He says.

Zola cleared his throat at the HYDRA agent standing behind you. He nodded and yanked you up from the floor. He then put a gun to the back of your head. Tears were streaming down your face at this point and your heart was pounding so hard that you thought it was going to burst through your chest. Bucky’s eyes widened in horror and his heart began to pound in fear.

“Do you understand, Soldat?” Zola asks.

Bucky didn’t answer. He continued to stare at you. That’s when he got smacked across his face by a HYDRA agent standing next to him.

“Leave my husband alone!” You shouted.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you heard the gun cock. You honestly thought you were going to die right then and there.

“Do you understand?” Zola repeats. “I’m sure you don’t want anything to happen to your precious doll.” He says.

“Yes, I understand.” Bucky finally answers.

“Good.” Zola said. “Wipe his memory and you’re going to watch as your husband forgets every single memory he has of you.” He says, turning to you before walking away.

You watched as one HYDRA agent pushed Bucky back in the chair and strapped his arms down to the arms of the chair. Another one put a mouth guard in his mouth and something on his head. The first HYDRA agent pushed buttons on a machine to turn it on. That’s when they began to wipe Bucky’s memory. The screams of pain coming from your husband broke your heart. You wanted it to stop.

“Stop it!” You screamed. “You’re hurting him!” You screamed again.

A yelp left your lips when the HYDRA agent standing behind you hit you with the handle of the gun, knocking you out. Blood trickle down your forehead from the gash the gun handle gave you.

“Take her to the cryogenic chamber and freeze her.” Zola tells the HYDRA agent.

The HYDRA agent nodded and drug you to the room where the cryogenic chambers are. You got out in one and they froze you in it like the other Super Soldiers. They wrote your name down on a label and stuck it to the chamber you’re in.

PRESENT DAY - AVENGERS COMPOUND

Now that Bucky has escaped HYDRA. He managed to find Steve and reunite with him. He also joined the Avengers. Bucky was beyond relieved that he doesn’t have to endure anymore torture from HYDRA. One thing does bother him… leaving you behind. He didn’t intentionally leave you behind. He wanted to find Steve and come up with a plan to rescue you. Bucky gets little to no sleep, knowing you’re still at that HYDRA base in Siberia.

Bucky managed to escape all of the HYDRA agents and ran out of the base into the cold. He came to a stop a few feet from the entrance and turned around, staring at the open doors.

“I’m so sorry, my sweet doll. I promise I’ll come back to rescue you.” Bucky says to himself, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

Bucky was tossing and turning in his sleep due to the nightmare. He was mumbling “I’m sorry, doll.”and “I’ll come back for you.” in his sleep, a thin layer of sweat covering his face. Due to Steve’s enhanced hearing and his room being next to Bucky’s room, he went to check on his best friend. Steve opened Bucky’s bedroom door, closing it behind him. He approached Bucky’s bed and gently shook him awake.

“Buck, wake up. You’re having a nightmare.” Steve murmurs softly.

“Y/N!” Bucky gasps loudly, sitting up quickly.

Steve took a couple steps back, giving Bucky some space. He turned on the light. Bucky squinted his eyes to adjust to the light. He was breathing heavily. Sweat and tears covered his face.

“You had that nightmare again didn’t you?” Steve says.

Bucky exhales shakily and nods his head yes. He leaned his back against the headboard, rubbing his hands over his face and running his fingers through his long brown hair. Bucky’s eyes were red from crying. Steve sat down on the side of the bed next to Bucky.

“We’ll rescue her. I promise.” Steve says, putting a comforting hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky gave him a soft smile. Later on that morning, Bucky, Steve, and the Avengers were in the conference room discussing the plan Bucky came up with to rescue you from the HYDRA base in Siberia.

“Can I say something?” Tony asks.

“Yes.” Bucky says.

“When we do go to the base to rescue your wife, what if she’s not there?” He asks.

“She’s there. I know she’s there. I seen her.” He claims. “I’m not giving up hope on my wife. I need to rescue her. I made a promise.” He says.

Tears brimmed Bucky’s eyes. Steve stood up from his chair, gently ushering Bucky out of the conference room and took him to the lounge room.

“You need to take a break.” Steve tells Bucky.

“I can’t, Steve! Y/N needs my help!” Bucky exclaims.

“I know you want to help her. I want to help her to. You can’t help her if you down take a breath.” He says.

Bucky knows Steve’s right. He sat down on the couch, breaking down in tears. It broke Steve’s heart to see his best friend so brokenhearted. He sat down next to him and comforted him the best he could.

“I miss her.” Bucky cries, his voice cracking.

“I do too.” Steve whispers.

Bucky’s crying died down after a few minutes. He sniffled and wiped his tears away with the sleeves of his sweatshirt. He then took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself.

“I’m in charge for this rescue mission.” Bucky says.

“You should be. It’s your plan and your wife.” Steve says.

The next day, Bucky, Steve, and the Avengers suited up and got in the quinjet, making their way to the HYDRA base you’re being kept at. Bucky couldn’t stay still the whole flight. He was pacing back and forth in the quinjet and tugging at his hair.

“I’m on my way, doll.” Bucky kept repeating to himself.

Steve approached Bucky, standing a few feet away from.

“Buck?” Steve catches Bucky’s attention. “We’re about 15 minutes out from the base.” He informs him.

Bucky nodded and went to the weapons area of the quinjet, loading his gun and putting it in the holster on his tactical pants, along with his knife. Steve got his shield and put it on his back. Everyone else got their weapons ready as well.

When they arrived at the base, everyone got off of the quinjet and walked to the base. Bucky stopped a few feet away from the entrance, staring at the door. His breathing became uneven.

“Everything’s going to be fine, Buck. You got this.” Steve says, patting Bucky’s back.

Bucky took a deep breath before approaching the door. He broke the lock off with his metal hand and opened it with Steve’s help. Everyone entered the base. Everyone split up into twos, going to the areas of the base they were assigned. Bucky is with Steve, Sam is with Wanda, Tony is with Bruce, Clint is with Natasha, and Peter is with Thor.

“Do you know where she is in here?” Steve whispers.

“No, but I heard them talking about it many times.” Bucky answers. “If she’s not in any of the cells, then she’s somewhere else in here.” He says.

Bucky and Steve checked the cell you were in before you got put in the cryogenic chamber. The door had a label with your name on it. Bucky’s breath hitched in his throat when he seen it. He then kicked the door down. Him and Steve entered the cell, looking everywhere in there, but you were in there.

“She’s not in here, Buck.” Steve says.

“She’s not in the med bay.” Natasha informs through the ear pieces.

“She’s not in any of the storage rooms.” Peter informs.

“She’s not in the labs.” Sam informs.

“She’s not in the weapons room.” Tony informs.

Bucky’s eyes teared up and he crouched down, putting his face in his hands.

“Buck…” Steve murmurs softly.

“N-No! She’s here somewhere! I know it!” Bucky says.

While Bucky was having his moment and trying to figure out where else you could be in the base, a HYDRA agent was walking by and seen the door broken down to the cell.

“What are you guys doing here?” The HYDRA agent asks, putting his hand on his gun.

Bucky stood up and approached him, knocking the gun out of his hand and slammed the agent against the wall.

“Where the hell is my wife?!” Bucky growls.

“Care to be more specific?” The HYDRA agent says.

“Y/N Barnes. Where is she?” He asks.

“Oh, her?” The agent chuckles. “Why would I tell you that?” He says.

Bucky took his gun out of his hostler and shot the HYDRA agent in his foot. The agent cried out in pain.

“Tell me where my wife is!” Bucky growls, putting the gun against the side of the agents head.

“She’s in the cryogenic chamber room.” He finally tells him.

Bucky threw the HYDRA agent to the floor and ran to the cryogenic chamber room with Steve following closely behind him.

“Which chamber is Y/N in?” Steve asks, looking at all of the cryos.

“This one.” Bucky says, walking to the one with your name on it.

Bucky looked inside of the cryo. He felt relieved when he seen you. He just needs to figure out how to get you out of it.

“There’s a button or something that opens it.” Bucky says.

Bucky and Steve looked everywhere for the button, finding it on the side of the cryo. He pushed it and it opened slowly.

“Help me get here out of this.” Bucky says.

Steve helped Bucky unstrap you from the cryo. Bucky gently eased you out of it, holding you against his body. He checked for your pulse. Bucky felt even more relieved when he felt it. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to the quinjet.

“We found her. Go back to the quinjet.” Steve informs everyone.

The flight back to the compound, Bucky held you close to him and whispered “You’re safe now.” over and over to you. Steve, on the other hand, was in shock. He can’t believe you’re alive. What he does know is that he’s happy to see you and he’s glad you’re ok.

When everyone got back to the compound, Bucky immediately took you to the med bay and got you checked out. The doctors told Bucky everything is fine with you and you’ll wake up soon. Bucky didn’t leave your side for a second and neither did Steve.

“What did they do to her?” Steve asks.

“They abducted her after they got their hands on me and put the serum in her.” Bucky tells him. “They also used her as leverage against me.” He adds.

“Leverage? What do you mean they used her as leverage against you?” Steve asks.

“They umm…” Bucky paused to clear his throat and closed his eyes for a moment, remembering that day quite well.

“I’m sure you don’t anything to happen to your wife.” Zola’s words echoed in Bucky’s mind.

“If I didn’t do what they wanted, they were going to beat her.” He finally says.

“Oh my god. That’s horrible.” Steve says.

Steve looks at you with a soft expression on his face. He furrowed when he seen a scar on your forehead.

“How did she get this scar?” Steve asks, gently tracing the small length of the scar with his thumb.

“She told them to leave me alone and to stop hurting me so a HYDRA agent knocked her out with a handle of a gun when they were wiping my memory.” Bucky tells him.

“Oh my god.” Steve whispers.

Bucky winces at the memory of it, squeezing his eyes shut and tears spilling from his eyes.

“This is all my fault.” Bucky whispers, his voice cracking.

“This is not your fault, Buck. You couldn’t have known HYDRA was gonna get their hands on Y/N after you fell off the train.” Steve says.

“I could’ve done something.” He says.

“You did do something. You went back to rescue her.” He says softly.

You heard two voices as you started to come to your senses. You stirred a bit before opening your eyes, squinting them to adjust to the light in the room.

“Buck, she’s awake.” Steve says.

Bucky looked at you and almost jumped out of his chair to lean closer to you.

“Y/N, doll, can you hear me?” Bucky asks softly.

You thought you were hallucinating at first when you heard your husband’s voice. You turned your head towards the sound of your husband’s voice. You weren’t hallucinating. Your husband is sitting by your bedside.

“J-James?” You asked hoarsely.

“Yes, doll. It’s James.” Bucky confirms.

“I-I missed you.” You murmured, your voice cracking.

“I missed you too, babydoll.” He says softly.

Bucky reached a hand up to your cheek, gently caressing it. Steve couldn’t help but let a couple tears spill from his eyes at the sight of his two best friends being reunited with each other.

“Steve is here too.” Bucky points at Steve.

“Stevie?” You asked, turning your head towards him.

“Hi, Y/N.” Steve says softly.

You reached a hand out towards him. Steve put his hand in yours, smiling at you.

“I missed you.” You whispered.

“I missed you too.” He whispers back.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, confused about where you are. It’s not the HYDRA base. This place is so much nicer than the HYDRA base.

“Where- Where am I?” You asked, looking from Steve to your husband.

“You’re in the med bay in the Avengers compound.” Bucky tells you.

“Avengers?” You asked.

“They’re the hero’s who helped me rescue you. Steve helped too.” He says.

Your eyes teased up when Bucky said him, Steve, and the Avengers rescued you.

“You came back for me?” You asked in a whisper.

“Of course I did, doll. I will never leave you behind. Never again. I promise.” He says softly.

As you adjust to lift in the 21st century with your husband, you thought it would be difficult, but it wasn’t. Bucky and Steve helped you adjust to the 21st century, along with the Avengers. Everyone has been so very helpful to you, especially Bucky. Wanda and Natasha gave you clothes that belong to them for you to wear. You quickly became friends with the Avengers. It also took you a while to get used to living in the Avengers compound.

You were tossing and turning in your sleep. You were having a reoccurring nightmare from what you witnessed in HYDRA.

“Stop it! You’re hurting him!” echoed in your mind.

Bucky felt you moving and mumbling next to him. He turned on the bedside lamp and turned to face you. Your eyebrows were furrowed and a sweating a little bit.

“Doll?” Bucky whispers, gently shaking you. “Doll?” He whispers again. “Doll, wake up. You’re having a nightmare.” He whispers.

You gasped loudly and sat up, breathing heavily and tried to gather your surroundings. You looked around the room, quickly realizing that you’re in Bucky’s bedroom in the Avengers compound, not the HYDRA base. Bucky put a hand on your back, rubbing in circles. You leaned into his touch.

“You’re ok now. You’re safe.” Bucky whispers.

You took a deep breath and nodded, closing your eyes.

“I’m going to get you something to drink, ok?” He says softly.

You quickly grabbed Bucky’s arms before he stood up, holding it with a tight grip.

“I’ll be right back. I promise.” He coos in a whisper.

You whimpered, staring in his blue eyes with your teary eyes. It broke Bucky’s heart to see you like this. He leaned towards you, kissing your forehead.

“Do you want to go to the kitchen with me?” He asks.

You nodded your head yes. Bucky stood up, holding his right hand out to you. You put your hand in his and stood up. Bucky led you to the kitchen, holding your hand the whole time. He set you up at the table and got you something to drink. Steve walked in the kitchen for something to drink a moment later, seeing you and Bucky in there.

“You two are up late.” Steve breaks the silence in the kitchen.

You stood up from the table and went over to Steve, hugging him tightly. Steve immediately hugged you back.

“What’s going on? Are you ok?” He asks.

You shook your head no. Steve looked at Bucky.

“She had a nightmare.” Bucky tells him.

Steve sat you back at the table before taking a seat next to you. Bucky sat in the chair on the other side of you. He put a glass of water in front of you. You tapped your fingers against the glass, staring at the water in the cup.

“Do you want to tell us what the nightmare was about?” Bucky asks softly.

“It’s always the same nightmare.” You mumbled. “HYDRA hurting you.” You say, tearing up.

“Oh, doll…” He whispers, pulling you close to him, kissing the side of your head. “They can’t hurt us anymore.” He murmurs.

Steve put a comforting hand on your shoulder. You turned your head towards Steve, laying your head against Bucky’s chest.

“I can’t imagine what you two went through, but none of that should’ve happened to you guys.” Steve says sympathetically.

You gave Steve a soft smile. You turned to Bucky, leaning up to kiss his lips softly. You then reached a hand out to hold Steve’s hand.

“I love you guys.” You say softly.

“We love you too.” They say in unison.

“You love me more, right?” Bucky jokingly says, making you giggle.

It warmed Bucky’s heart to hear you giggle. It warmed Steve’s heart too. It made both Super Soldiers smile.

“You know I do, sweetie.” You smiled up at your husband.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll