#doubt not. believe | bucky answered

[callumsturn]

Longing

Summary: Bucky is feeling down, and you're the only one who can bring him back to himself. Warnings: smut (18+, minors don't interact), fingering. Notes: Let me know if you'd like me to write any specific scenarios or stories :) reblogs and comments are appreciated!

Major John Bucky Egan was devastated. The news of Buck not returning from his last mission spread quickly at the base camp. You saw people try to talk to him and cheer him up in their own way, but Bucky was drenched in alcohol most of the time and with huge dark bags under his eyes. You decided it was your turn to try and bring his hopes up. Couldn't hurt.

You knocked on his door, calling out his name from the outside.

Bucky lifted his head from where he sat at the table, looking up at you with slightly bleary eyes. He cleared his throat as he pulled himself together, trying to sober up in mere seconds. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice gruff. You peered inside his room.

You knew he would brush you off if you asked if he was okay. Instead, you made him believe you needed him. "Do you mind if I come in and stay with you for a little? I can't sleep."

Bucky paused for a moment, seeming just tired enough to fall for your trick. He shifted slightly in his seat, nodding slowly as he sat up. "Yeah. Yeah, come here." he pointed to his bed. "Sit with me."

"Thanks." you spoke as you closed the door behind you and sat next to him.

Bucky watched wordlessly as you sat down next to him, leaning forward and resing his elbows on his knees. He was quiet for a moment before he spoke. "You said you couldn't sleep?" he questioned, tilting his head slightly so he could look at you.

You nodded. "Yeah... I had coffee, more than one cup."

He chuckled lightly, running a hand through his messy hair. "Yeah, that'll do it to ya. Caffeine's a cruel mistress like that."

"Well, I wanted some. So I had it."

"And now you have to suffer the consequences." he mused along, taking a few moments to look you over. "You look tired." he pointed out, as if it wasn't obvious.

"Thanks." you chuckled.

Bucky smirked ever so slightly, rolling his eyes. "You know what I mean. You look exhausted. When was the last time you got a full night of sleep?"

You looked at him for a second before answering. "It's been a while, actually. The infirmary's been a complete chaos lately."

His expression softened, a flicker of concern in his eyes. "When's the last time you clocked off?" he asked, a hint of protective tone in his voice.

You looked at him for a while. "It's been a couple of weeks, but it's alright, we're short on staff! And it's not like I haven't done it before!"

That answer didn't seem to appease Bucky at all. His lips pressed into a firm, unamused line and he fixe you with a stern look. "Bullshit. It's not alright. You're runnin' yourself into the ground. How many hours did you work this week?" he inquried.

"I'm not exactly counting."

Bucky sighed in frustration, shaking his head. "Of course you're not." He paused for a moment, studying you. You could almost see the gears turning as he thought about what to say next. "When's the last time you ate?" he finally questioned.

"C'mon John, I'm eating alright." you insisted.

The Major shot you a doubtful look, his expression serious. "I'm being serious. You look like you haven't had a proper meal in weeks. When's the last time you ate a full meal?"

"Maybe you can eat lunch with me tomorrow."

"I'm not asking that." he said with a sigh, his voice just barely above a whisper. "I want to know when the last time you ate a full goddamn meal was. Tell me the truth."

You looked at the door. "Yesterday, I think."

Bucky raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical of your response. "Yesterday?" he repeated. "You think?"

"Bucky, I'm alright. I'm just really tired."

His irritation grew tenfold at this, his patience at an all-time low. "You ain't alright, you're being reckless." he retorted gruffly. "Look at you, you look like a damn zombie. 'I'm just tired' my ass."

You let the room fall silent for a few seconds. "And how are you?" you finally decided to ask.

Bucky almost froze at the question. He was a mess, even he could see that for himself. For a moment, he thought about brushing off your question. Giving the standard, generic answer. But he couldn't. He knew how he was, and you deserved the truth more than anything. "Like garbage." he finally admitted, quietly after a few moments.

"I'm worried about you Bucky." you began. "You barely come by the infirmary anymore."

He lokoed down, docusing his eyes on his hands as you spoke. "I've been busy." he mumbled half heartedly, knowing damn well it was a blatant lie.

"Too busy to visit me?" you simply asked.

Bucky internally winced at that, his heart aching. "No." he said, his voice cracking slightly from guilt. "I- I just... it's hard, y'know?"

You nodded. "I get it. I can go by just fine without your visits." you tried to win him over with humor.

It seemed to work, even just slightly. He lifted his head, looking at you with a tired hino of playful sarcasmo in his eyes. "Is that so?" he questioned, a soft smile on his face.

"Oh I'm sure of it. It's been real peaceful without you pestering me at work."

He huffed, a soft chuckled escaping his lips. "That's rich, coming from you. You're always bugging me." he pointed out, shifting in his seat to get a different angle of you.

"But that you love."

"You're making that up." Bucky denied, though his smirk didn't falter. He tried so hard to ignore the flutter in his heart he got as he looked at you - his gaze almost involuntarily flicking down for a moment to your lips.

"I don't think I am." you smiled at him.

He paused, his heart giving another flutter as he saw you smile. It'd been a while since he'd seen that smile. He chuckled softly, shaling his head and running his hand through his hair. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"

Your expression of surprise came quickly to your face. After a few seconds in silence you spoke again. "You're drunk." You chuckled at him.

Bucky let out another soft huff at that, but he didn't deny it. "Maybe a little." he admitted, that smirk on his face returning. "And what about it?"

"You're not making sense, that's what."

Bucky raised an eyebrow at that, looking at you with an amused expression. "And what about it doesn't make sense?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. "I said you drive me crase. You do."

"Bucky..." you started but he interrupted you as he got closer to you, before grabbing your hand gently.

His calloused hand wrapping around yours like it belonged there. He was quiet for a moment, looking at you with a mixture of affection and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on. He almost looked a little nervous.

"Are you okay?" you asked.

Another loaded question.

He opened his mouth to answer but stopped himself. His gaze falls from your face down to his hand holding yours. Bucky was quiet for a few more moments, his grip on your hand almost imperceptibly tighter. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, the words stuck in his throat. He took a shaky breath, lifting his gaze back up to your face. "No. " he finally said, shaking his head slightly as he did. "I'm not okay." His expression serious. "But you make it hurt a little less."

Bucky's eyes flicked back and forth, analising your features. He sighed softly, his guard completely down. "Look at me." he softly insisted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You did as he asked, first his eyes and then his lips. God, he was handsome, specially under the dim lights of his room.

"You have no idea," he said, his voice low, "how hard it was to stay away from you the past few weeks."

His hand kept around your own as he spoke. He could be so gentle if he wanted to. Bucky softly tun his thumb in small circles against the back of your hand, trying to focus on that instead of the growing urge within himself. "I missed you so damn much." he murmered, his voice just barely above a whisper.

You cut him off by closing the gap between your lips.

He let out a soft, almost involuntary sound as he returned the kiss, his free hand moving to cup your face. His hand fently tugged you closer, as if he was afraid you'd pull away.

In turn, you grabbed his uniform's shirt tight between your fingers, pulling him closer to you.

Any thoughts of restraint or resistance melted out of Bucky's brain the moment he felt you grab him. His hand moved to your waist, his grip firm as he pulled you into his lap. "God, I missed you." he mumbled against your lips.

You didn't respond, just climbed on his lap and grabbed the nape of his neck with both your hands, never breaking the kiss you two shared.

Bucky let out another soft sound as you did. His hands sliding to your hips, the feeling of your body against his nearly overwhelming. He kissed you passionately, his tongue gently running along your bottom lip as if he was pleading for more.

He broke your kiss only to kiss your neck, your head rolled back as he catched it with one of his hands.

Bucky's kisses gently yet firm, as he moved along your skin. He could hear the sound of your breath catching in yout throat, his brain nearly short-circuiting from yout little sounds of pleasure.

One of his hands found its way under your dhirt, his fingers tracing along the warm skin of your back.

His hands were rough on your back, but you didn't mind it.

Bucky's lips returned to yours, his kisses a bit more desperate now. He wanted to be closer to you, to have your body against his. One of his hands slid up your body, gently resting against your ribcage. His thumb lightly teased against the underside of your breast.

His touch sent shivers through your whole body.

He broke the kiss for a moment, his chest heaving with want. "You're so damn Beautiful." he murmured, his hand gently gripping your hip as he kept you against him.

You moaned quietly at his words, the way he was holding you down on his lap by your hips was making you dizzy.

He noticed your reaction, the soft sounds of your monas driving him wild. He used his grip on your hip to push you down to grind against him slightly, a soft smirk on his face. "You like that?" he asked, his voice gruff.

You nodded out of desperation.

Bucky let out a soft chuckle, rolling his hips against you to give you a but more friction. "You can't even speak, huh?" he taunted you lightly.

"I can speak." you managed to say quietly.

"Then try sayin' something." he mumbled against the skin of your neck, continuing to push his hips against you ever so slightly.

"Your hands." you pleaded him.

You heard his groan, his grip on your hips tightening as he took in your request. "What about my hands?" he mumbled, his lips moving down from your neck to your collarbone.

You let go of his neck to grab his right hand and position it near your core.

He could feel the heat practically radiating from you, the thought alone nearly sending him over the edge. His fingers gently traced along the edge of your pants, as if he was silently asking you for permission to continue. You gave it to him.

Bucky wasted no time. He was a man of action after all.

He pushed your pants to the Side, his fingertips ghosting along your soaked core. He let out another soft moan against your skin, the feeling of you driving him crazy. "You're so wet, darling." he mumbled as he started to rub small circles, moving slowly to work you up even more.

Your reactions, the little sounds you were making, the way you were grinding against his hand - it was almost too much for him to handle. His fingers teased at your entrance, occasionally slipping inside to drive you absolutely crazy. "I could listen to you all night." he mumbled, his voice low and rough with want.

"John" you trailed off.

Bucky lifted his head from your neck to look at you, his fingers still working at you. "Yeah?" he breathed out, doing his damned bect to keep some control of himself.

"I need you."

Bucky practically groaned at the sound of your voice, the want in your tone nearly making his head spin with a primal need to bury himself inside you. "Say it again." he told you breathlessly, adding a second finger inside you.

You only managed to moan louder.

"God you sound perfect." his lips just below your car. "I need you so bad it hurts."

"Please" you whined quietly.

"You don't ever have to ask me please." his voice sincere.

He lifted his head to look at you, his breathing ragged. His fingers curling slightly on their own, making you let out another delicious sound.

"Make me come." the words come out of your tired mouth.

He moved his fingers faster, adding a third, knowing exactly what to do based on the sounds you were making. "I'll take care of you. "he assured you. "I'll take care of you, I promise."

And he did. In a matter of seconds, you were coming undone on top of his lap.

Bucky watched intently as you came, his fingers working you through it. He then gently removed his hand, bringin it to his mouth and licking his fingers clean with a low moan.

His free hand moved to gently brush the hair from your face, his thumb tracing your cheek as he looked at you with affection and desire.

You looked down at him after that. "What is it?"

Bucky chuckled, gently lifting your chin for you to look at him. "You look so damn beautiful when you're all flushed like this." he told you, a hino of pride in his voice as he added, "I did that."

"Yes you did." you chuckled quietly.

His smiled returned, his hand moving to cup your cheek ever so gently. He was quiet for a moment, just studying you as he tried to find the right words. "I've been a real idiot, sweetheart." he finally said, his voice soft. "I shoud've come by sooner..."

"Don't worry about that."

"I do worry. You've gotta stop lettin' me be a dumbass, you know that?"

"Me?" you chuckled. "I have nothing to do with that!"

Bucky's grip on you tightened, his expression still serious. "Bullshit." he insisted, shaking his head. "You have everything to do with that. You could set me straight if you wanted to, I'd listen to you in a heartbeat."

You smiled at him. "The I'll be wiser with my choices from now on."

John returned your smile with a smirk, his hand moving to rest against the side of your neck. "Damn right you will be." he told you, tugging you closer to him. "Gotta make up for lost time, sweetheart."

[curseofaphrodite]

A Very Sneezy Adventure

BUCKY BARNES X READER

summary: enemies to lovers in a domestic fluff setting?? yes.

The Winter Soldier saves the day, as well as two dozen kids! Some say even Starveil was spotted in the fight against the horrific minotaur.

"Fuck off!" you yelled at the TV screen, then turned it off.

You looked around the room in distaste. Your clothes were everywhere, there was an unnatural stench in the air, and your cat was nowhere in sight.

Turns out, being a witch didn't give you an upper hand when you were sick.

You laid back on your couch, the news reporter's words echoing in your ears. Being "spotted" in a fight against the villain that you were literally assigned to take down, only to have the spotlight taken away by your rival Bucky freakin' Barnes, did not feel good.

You knew the fight went down bad because you were sick, but you still pushed too hard. Hard enough for the Winter Soldier to come in from whatever the fuck he was previously occupied in and save your ass.

Did you atleast say thank you? No. You had barged off before he could even come over to your side.

As these thoughts trailed on, there was a knock at your door. You stood up groggily and went over to open it.

Bucky stood on the other side and you wondered if your sick brain had somehow conjured him up by fantasizing too much about punching his lights out.

"Hi?" he asked, making you slightly jump.

"Not a hallucination then." You remarked, sighing.

"Not last I checked," he smiled slightly. Smile? Was Bucky Barnes showing you pity?

"I brought you something," he continued, pulling his hand up to show a package. You didn't even need to ask him to know what it was. This was definitely pity with a capital P.

"What do you want?" you asked, sounding just as rude as you could be.

"Well, can't I come in? Things didn't go as planned back in 6th Avenue—"

"Look, if you came here to gloat, I'm not in the mood. I might magically make your mouth disappear."

"Threats already? I didn't even walk in the door." He smirked, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Look, I’m not here to fight—" He glanced around your disheveled living room. "Though it seems like you've been doing a good enough job of that with yourself."

You scoffed. "Let me guess. You want me to get on my knees and say thank you?"

Utter bafflement crossed his features as well as a tint of red that wasn't there before. "I mean… it wasn’t your best moment," he said, his tone uncertain, "but that’s not why I’m here. Stark sent me."

Tony Stark doesn't excuse mistakes. Happy's voice rang through your ears. He's a big risk taker but if the risk doesn't pay off, you're toast.

Great, been an avenger for two months and I'm already sacked.

"Come on in," you mumbled, stepping aside. He made no remark about the mess, but sat in the couch as awkwardly as he could.

"What did he want?" you asked, dreading what was coming.

"Answers," he said with a shrug. "He wanted to know how you were stumped against the very type of demons that you specialize to know about. Asked me if you even know mythical creatures or were those just lies."

You gasped.

"That's not the end — he thought you might even be a double-agent."

Your gasp came shrill this time. "Double agent for who? Medusa? Does he think there's a secret lair of mythical unicorns planning to overtake New York?"

"If there is, he certainly thought you had the brains to be its head, so I would take it as a compliment."

You were openly glaring when you sat opposite him. "Well, I wouldn't. Greek gods have Olympus. I doubt they'd want the trash can that is New York."

He smirked. "That sounds like what I said."

"You stuck up for me?"

"I was surprised to be helpful too, don't worry."

"What 'help' did you do if he didn't believe it?"

"Who said he didn't?"

You opened your arms and waved around as if it was obvious. "You wouldn't be here if he did."

"Oh." Realization dawned on his face. "No, no, he did believe me. I came here on my own accord."

"No, you said you're here because of him."

"Well, I am. He sent his wishes too. Said flowers would reach you in two business days."

You blinked. "Flowers?"

"I told him you were sick."

"How the fuck did you know I was sick— I'm not—!" you paused to sneeze. He raised an eyebrow. "Alright it's obvious now, but how did you know in the fight? Don't tell me you're that observant over my health."

"I'm not. It felt like you were staring down the minotaur for no reason instead of using your powers. I figured you were fighting back a sneeze." He laughed. You turned red, easily embarrassed.

"Great, I'm a joke among you guys now." You stood up, sighing. "If that's all, I'll show you to the door. Leave the mask at the table."

"What mask?"

You frowned. "The mask I lost at the fight, which is clearly in that package right now."

"Y/N," he began slowly. "Have you lost your mind? This is chicken soup."

There was a pause.

Only then did it occur to you that he came in to check in on you. To see if you were okay. And he bought chicken soup. You blinked three times before replying.

"I — thank you," you resigned, not wanting to be surprised more. You sat back down.

"Do you have bowls?" he asked, looking at the unfinished plates of chips in front of the TV. "Preferably clean ones?"

"It's in the kitchen," you waved to your left door.

"I'll get them," he said, standing up before you could.

A wave of headache hit you before you could even assess if this "niceness" was all a plan to secretly kill you inside your house. But before you could ponder on it properly, you had fallen asleep.

You woke up an hour later to a clean room and the smell of chicken soup. Plus a very comfortable Bucky Barnes in the midst of it all.

You realized you could get used to having someone to help.

"Why're you smiling at me?" he asked, looking up from his bowl. You immediately rearranged your face to a scowl.

"You used the fancy china! Stop snooping through my cupboards, you creep!"

"I was just trying to help—"

"Well, THANK YOU!" you said, just as angrily as before.

Bucky shrugged, then went back to watching TV. He was used to your mood swings. You got up, hoping the flutter in your stomach was just a side effect of being ill.

THE END

commissions | KOFI

[kurogxrix]

Rain Hell

[part one]

Viking!Bucky x Wife!reader

IN WHICH Your husband Bucky sets chaos in the village as he fails to find the midwife, in suspicion of you being pregnant.

WC: 2.6k

Warnings: pure chaos, mentions of pregnancy, FLUFF, suggestive, allusions to smut/no explicit smut, Bucky accidentally walking in on people.

It’d been a couple of days past the assumption of a possible pregnancy, albeit your husband and you had yet to do anything about it. Well Bucky had wanted to go forward with the whole midwife situation, but you’d always find some creative excuse to lure him back into the hut to sit his ass down instead of going running around the village. Sometimes you’d lure him in with the mere scent of that delicious fruit pudding you made the best, and on other days all you had to do was unravel your dress and he was a goner. 

Everything was going according to plan, your husband was either kept in the warmth of your arms inside of your beloved tent, or out hunting with the other men. You couldn’t help the pang of worry that overcame your senses at the mention of a child, and perhaps that was why you had been running from the subject for far too long. 

Yet as you dug your head further into the feather-stuffed pillow, your husband adorning his favourite spot between your legs as his arms caged your head, all of your worries and doubts completely dissipated. Your ears blocked out the sound of all outside tumult but the erotic sounds of your husband's deep breaths. You could feel the warm exhale upon your collarbone as he caught his breath, strong arms holding his sturdy frame up, above you.

You took a moment to admire the hunk hovering over you, the way his eyebrows relaxed from their scrunched up position. Sweat rolled down the side of his face as an equivalent of the absolute workout he’d put the both of you through, dampening the little hairs by his forehead. Your eyes moved simultaneously with your hands, unlatching from his shoulders and further down onto his toned stomach. Bucky shuddered as you ran your fingertips down the curve of his muscles, racking his body with goosebumps. 

Finally, he relaxed his eyelids to reveal those baby blue iris that you loved so much. 

“If i hadn’t planted a baby inside of you before, i'm sure that i did now.” he boasted, a warm smile plastered on his face. For the first time in a while, the whole baby thing hadn’t scared you. Maybe it was because you were too fucked out to even care, but a part of you screamed that you were ready. And it wasn’t like you didn’t believe his words either, the sticky feeling of your combined arousals lapped down your thighs in dismay. 

Silence burned at your tent as you allowed your eyes to look away from your husband’s awaiting iris for a second, letting the thoughts consume you before you could give a comprehensive answer back. Images of a whiny baby burned at your mind, angry as its tiny fists drummed at your chest in discontentment. Like their own father, maybe, if they’d grow up to be your child. A grumpy man who’d grow up attached to you beyond breaking after months of fighting back the feeling. 

You couldn’t wait to sit back in the thick grass as you watched your husband teach your kids how to wield a bow, making them fierce warriors for when the time was right. 

“Everything’s alright up there?” Bucky settled his entire weight down onto your body as he lied down upon you, his head tilting up to meet your gaze. A stark contrast to the Bucky that spent hours chasing down huge beasts or taking down men of opposing regions, he melted like putty in your embrace. You huffed as he got comfortable above you, squishing you down into the comfortable array of furs but you couldn’t say that you were complaining. 

“Everything’s alright…Maybe we should call the midwife to confirm if you’re right or not.” you whispered the last part out, as though scared to even utter the words. Your nails ran lightly down his back as the tip of your fingers felt around for the battle scars that he’d acquired over the years. You could feel Bucky’s body stiffening at the sound of your words, making you groan in unease as he pressed you further down into the soft fabrics. 

Rolling off of you, Bucky stared at you for a quick second before recovering and rising into his elbows for proper leverage. He wasn’t a daft man by any means, it was easy to read somebody’s body language and mannerisms when you’d spent so many years together. He’d never missed the ways your shoulders would tighten as the mention of the midwife, or how you’d always find something to do coincidently every time he asked you if you wanted to go get checked out for your potential pregnancy or not. 

He’d known that the prospect of children scared you…terrified you even, and if there was anything that Bucky wanted for you, it was to feel unsafe. He’d seen what could and had happened to the early mothers and their children, their equipment and techniques were still underdeveloped, it was bound to fail at most occasions. 

If you weren’t ready for the risks then he’d stop nagging you with that everlasting dream of his, and if you said that you weren’t ready yet then he’d wait until his very own end for you. Although now, to hear you talk about wanting to confirm this pregnancy on your own accord made Bucky feel like he was dreaming. 

“Pray that you’re serious right now, or I swear to the gods above that I'm going to take a walk outside and once I'm back you won’t even be able to feel those legs of yours.” your heartbeat picked up at the husky sound of his so said ‘threat’, knowing damn well that he was not one to forswear. 

Plus, how could you renounce your decision at the sight of those hope filled eyes. You braced yourself for the possible prospect of his dream getting crushed, tainting your husband’s happiness in its route. Though you had this nagging feeling at the back of your head that it was true, that you were going to extend that family of yours in just a few months and you’d be damned for wanting to know just a little bit before you could potentially start to show. 

“I am.” you smiled up at him, simply. The look on your husband’s face was enough to have your stomach churning, but not with apprehension. Suddenly, you kinda wished he’d take you upon that threat he’d just promised you of, and you thought of lying for a second to get your way with him.

Nevertheless, with a quick kiss on your forehead and a promise to be back soon, the bulky viking was soon out of the tent, and onto his search for the midwife. 

-

Disaster, chaos and confusion. That was all that Bucky had experienced in the past hour that he’d left your shared tent. So far all he’d managed to do was step into a poor old lady’s flower garden, accidently set a half of the cattle free and low and behold, accidently walked in on a neighbouring couple.

Bucky winced at the memory, still fresh on his mind as he was set on finding that damned midwife. It hadn’t necessarily been on his agenda to just barge in on the poor couple like this. Plus, he’d be damned if this was some sort of fucking mating season for the women because fuck, from every hut that he’d consult, all he’d get for an answer was that “she’s probably with-“ and then the name would change every single fucking time. 

‘How many goddamn women did the midwife need to consult today anyways?’ Bucky thought as he stomped away. 

He was dead worried about you, alone in your little home wondering where he’d run off to, because he sure as hell couldn’t be out looking for that lone midwife in that tiny village of yours for a whole hour. 

He worried if you were ok, if you and the baby needed anything. Stupidly, he was already sure that you were carrying his child, and like any stubborn man, he wanted to prove it right to you. 

Bucky’s heavy weight dragged on with his boots, carving deep boot marks into the thin layer of snow that covered the ground. His thick beard and tied up hair were collecting snow the more he stood outside, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. He was a hunter after all, he’d been out in harsher weathers for longer periods of time. 

He thought back at you again, and how soon the village would have to move with the arrival of snow to make it back to the main village where you could all refuge back under the comfort of your longhouse, and for most, their own familial huts. 

Bucky shook his head, deciding that he’d focus on such matters once he’d made his way back home to his wife. Nevertheless, he felt uneasy as he approached the last tent for the day. Sure the village wasn’t big, but it felt like such a chore going from tent to tent while the whole village was busy and active. It was tiring moving through and questioning the restless crowd, and truly, he was just afraid of falling on another unexpecting couple like he had just done…

Now standing right before the entrance of the tent, Bucky allowed himself to relax, and take a minute to make peace with his surroundings. From a very young age, Bucky’s mother had noticed how his

abilities had been heightened from the other boys his age. He was smarter, stronger and had developed senses more intense than the men around him. He was taller and also seemed to heal slightly faster than the men that he’d grown up with, and that earned him an adequate place amidst the fighters. 

Almost like he had been granted some sort of

super-human gift from the above.

He’d often struggled with the concept of having grown with such unprecedented abilities, and for a while, all that life had been for Bucky was putting his gift to use by helping the ones around him. To this day he bore scars that proved his good favours, and he’d once lost himself along the way, stuck in an endless loop of violence and self-loath. 

Then… you came along, and everything that he’d ever known had flown straight out the window. You showed Bucky a soft side that only his mother and sister ever had, and banished every memory of his father’s cruel touch. You’d saved him, and for that he'd love you forever. 

He’d long since retired from a fighter to a hunter since they hadn’t had much confrontations as of recently, and he prayed for your sake that it stayed in such a way. He begged for you to continue and live in a healthy environment, and if you were to welcome a child of his in this world, then gods would he pray on his knees night and day for things to remain the way they were. 

Nevertheless, Bucky took a moment to stay out. Closing his eyes, the (in all hopes) soon-to-be father tilted an ear out to the world around him. He could hear the neighbours chanting, some jolly and some simply drunk at the hour. He could hear the children running around, entertaining themselves as best as they could while being away from home, and an unexpected smile rose upon his lips.

And then-

“-ould stay out of the tent a little, some fresh air should do you some good.” 

The midwife, Andora. Lord knows what she’s been conversing about, but Bucky knew that it had

to have been her. She was the lone midwife in their tribe and it was hard to mistake her for another. Yet as Bucky outstretched the flaps of the tent’s opening apart, the frown on his face reappeared at the unwelcoming, unfamiliar faces before him. 

Disappointed, he’d left the tent silently, offering no explanations and no excuses to the offended neighbours. 

-

Devastated as he dragged his feet back home,

Bucky didn’t allow it to show on his face. Sure if someone were to acknowledge him on his frustrated walk back home, they’d just assume that he was angry and to just leave him alone. By the way that his eyebrows were furrowed into that usual angry angle, it was obvious that he shouldn’t be messed with at the moment. 

Bucky was simply done for the day, sick of all of his misfortune and needing to have you near to ground him like you always did. It didn’t mean that he wasn’t ashamed of facing you, after being out for what felt like hours just to come back home alone. It felt like one of those deceptive hunts where he’d come back empty handed, ashamed and waspish as he stood under the people’s disappointed glances. 

He couldn’t remember the time he’d last had felt as conflicted as then, standing before the entrance of his own home. His displeased expression further stretched out on his face at the sound of your voice, which would normally bring him joy, was now conversing to someone he couldn’t quite make out who. 

He wasted no time pushing his large stature through the door, the thick fabric of your tent pushing back against his broad shoulders in resistance. Suddenly, Bucky froze at the sight before him, baby blue eyes wide at the sight of you all cozied up on your makeshift bed all while Andora sat besides you.

She was talking to you and you had been listening intently before both of your attentions had been derived by the sudden arrival of your husband. A smile lifted upon Andora’s face as did you, delighted that he’d finally made it back home. 

“Got lost out there?” you teased, giggling at the sight of that semi-permanent frown that he wore. Bucky should’ve been mad, really, he’d spent the whole evening frustrated trying to find that god damned midwife that had just seemed to have disappeared from all sights, just to find you and herself in his own tent conversing. 

“Can’t lie and say I didn’t.” he grumbled, amidst the way he eagerly made it back to you. Under all the annoyance that Bucky had lived through that evening, he was all the most happy to see that at least you’d managed to have a moment with the midwife, and now you didn’t need to delay the check up that you were bound to receive. 

Baby blue iris were bound, stuck on you as Andora shuffled in the corner of his eye. He couldn’t even seem to care for what she’d said, probably muttering a farewell as she exited the premises of your home. 

Then the question had left him, sounding muted to his own ears as all he could hear was the excited beating of his heart. He couldn’t focus on anything else but that gigantic smile you wore on your face, a blurry memory of you standing and embracing him like you did whenever he came back from a hunt, him wrapping his arms around you after coming back to his senses, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around all while indulging in the sweet symphony of your roaring laughter. 

Words, kisses and even tears had been shared that night and amongst the instances of exhilaration, the sight of a green blanket appeared in Bucky’s line of sight. There, in that instant, Bucky had vowed that  if even the gods above couldn’t shelter you, he’d rain hell on whoever would try to endanger his little family… 

His little family of 3 this time. 

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hey babes, sorry that this took so long so come out:( Anyways, you’ve probably forgot about this fanfic already but i’m still tagging everyone who asked for it since like last year😭

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[winterarmyy]

Behind The Facades | Part I

An unrequited pining over a certain super soldier.

Summary: In which Y/N is pining over Bucky while she watch him wrap his arms around someone else.

Navigation: Part I || Part II || Part III (end)

Words: 1.2k++

Pairings: avenger!bucky x female!reader

Warnings: angst. just pure angst and pain.

P/S: i'm feeling melancholy all of the sudden, therefore this idea was born. It's a very short one but I hope you enjoy!

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"Never let your true feelings show." was one and if not the most important lesson Y/N learned from where she was trained before becoming an agent under the avengers program.

It was so deeply etched within her very being, that the habit had became as natural as breathing the air into her lungs.

"Keep that mask on, and no one will be able ever break you." They said.

So, she did exactly that.

She giggled when Bucky told her about how he managed to make a fool of himself when he attempted to flirt a girl that he had fallen for at that bar he regularly went to.

He really shouldn't read those random top 10 pickuplines articles on Google anymore.

Tears were threaten to fall, as her shoulders shook in silent laughter, "Really, Barnes? I thought you were the ladies man back in the 40's"

"Exactly. 'Were' . Now, I am clearly not. Urghh, I can't believe I let that birdbrain convince me that these 'pickuplines' would do the trick."

Despite his gruff annoyance towards Sam, she could see a tinge of red shade on Bucky's cheek; probably feel embarrassed from what happened.

Gulping down whatever drink he had in his glass Bucky huffed, "Honestly, I don't think any sane person would even consider to approach me, let alone date me." His sharp gaze wavered into something more vulnerable.

Though he didn't mention anything about his history but when he shifted his view to the metal of his left hand, Y/N knew what he meant.

Y/N gaze softens, "I'm here with you. Am I not?" Her nails dug into the skin of her thighs as she held back from wanting to touch him, kiss him, hold him; to whisper sweet nothings in his ears in hopes that it would shut whatever doubts he has of himself even for just a moment.

There was a swift glaze over Bucky's eyes. As if he realized something but his words seems to deny his revelation, "I said 'sane person', Y/N."

Y/N gasped with an exaggerated perplex on her expression, "Sargent James Buchanan Barnes..." she purposely called him by his title, hoping it will remind him that he should have the reputation of a respectful man, "... are you accusing me of losing my sanity?"

Bucky shrugs with a face of pure innocence, "In this tower? We all are. But, especially you." a playful smirk tugged the corner of his lips as he waited to witness her reaction.

She stifled a laugh when she heard a knock on her door and then greeted by what looked like a mountain flower, and in between them was Bucky.

He had impulsively bought almost half a dozen bouquet of flowers because he couldn't decided which one of them is pretty enough for his date.

He shyly laughed it off when she told him "You could've face-timed me at the shop instead of ended up buying this much of flowers, Buck."

"God, you're right, doll. Why didn't I thought of that?" He frowned as he sighed.

"Because you're old and forgetful, that's why." Y/N teased as she leaned to the door frame, arms folded across her chest.

Bucky rolled his eyes before sending a glare towards her, "You're not going to stop mentioning my age in everything, are you?" he grumbled.

He might not know it but Y/N managed to noticed a tiny pout on his lips; something only, as they said, Steve can notice. That slight difference on his lowers lips; a very minimal protrude, barely noticable.

But secretly, she can see it too. And it was something she wished she could brag about, something she could tell the world; how lucky she was to be able to notice those little things about him.

She chuckled with an answer, "Never."

Another grumble escaped from Bucky somewhere behind the bouquets, before he presented a particular set towards Y/N, "Anyway, this is for you." He acts reluctant but she knew he was always sincere with actions.

Her eyes skimmed through the gorgeous arrangement of daisies; her favourite.

For a mere second, she let her heart flutter and a genuine smile bloomed on her lips; however the truth was not supposed to surface.

If Bucky was not blinded by the bouquet, he would've seen how the joyous glint her eyes faded even if her smile was still intact.

"Bribery is an act against the law, you do know that right, Sargent?" Nevertheless, her hands reached out to take the gift.

Bucky chuckled in response, "Yes, ma'am. I do."

She smiled when Bucky's love-struck gaze shines when he told her about his first kiss with that lucky lady, during one of those midnight coffee trips she share with him at the pantry.

He should've seen how beautiful he looked that night; free of worries and caught in pure joy.

"It was..." Bucky sighed in content; he was so happy he lost his words. As he tried to find the right description of the kiss, she could see his gaze softens.

Y/N knew he was recalling the kiss, but she couldn't help but to fall for him all over again; not that it's not a recurring event everyday but she really did felt as if her heart stopped for more than necessary.

'He's so happy.' She thought to herself. 'Then, I should be happy for him too'

So she did exactly how it supposed to be done.

"Mirror their feelings; that way your true feelings will never show."

Y/N did exactly that.

That one habit that had lead Y/N to countless of undercover missions.

The same missions that left Y/N with one of the highest rate of successful inflitration, unharmed.

And yet, the facade she wore seemed to failed her this time.

Why didn't work?

Why does it hurts?

The longer she kept the mask on, the more it burns from within.

"Keep that mask on, and no one will be able ever break you."

Then, why does her heart aches as if it was falling apart?

Y/N could feel how weak her knees were becoming, she had to lean on counter tops for support. The slow ballad filling the living room, leaking to the pantry from where she stood and watched.

Oh, she loved this song.

She wrapped her shivering hands around the warm cup of coffee that she made as she watched the couple danced. And the longer her longing gaze linger on Bucky, the blurrier her vision get.

"Y/N..." Natasha softly grazed the side of Y/N's arm. How could she not notice Natasha coming in. Must have been her widow effect.

"You're breaking, honey." Natasha was meaning to imply about Y/N's heart but she was so set on hiding her feelings she thought Natasha meant differently, "I know." She replied as she sipped on the warm drink.

Her facades are breaking.

Her hazy vision remained on the, now shadows of the dancing couple, "I will put up a new one." She didn't even notice how her own voice cracked.

Tears overflowed from the corner of her eyes, "Just let this one crumble." Her lips trembled as she told the truth, "Cause I don't think I can fix this."

Part II >>

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A/N: I'm thinking to have more of this couple; should i do it? Any thoughts?

[intrepidacious]

about that night (the bugs and the dirt)

summary: You never talk about that night, and Bucky never asks. Even though he can't help but suspect something is wrong.

pairing: bucky barnes x witch!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: past character death and vague mentions of blood (yk, spooky stuff); there's no actual dialogue in this and the characters are worse for it 💛 please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

a/n: it only took me three years but i finally managed to finish a fic in time for halloween 😌🎃 i genuinely don't know how to describe the vibes of this except buffy the vampire slayer season six meets "if lisa frankenstein was a drama" meets hozier's like real people do. have fun 🫶🏼

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Something’s wrong.

Something’s been wrong for a while, but Bucky can’t quite put his finger on it. It’s a fragile thing, this knowledge, this certainty, lingering at the back of his mind like the dim light of a forgotten lamp, shimmering, seeping through the cracks.

Whenever he asks you, you tell him that everything is fine, and he wants to believe you, desperately. You wouldn’t lie to him, you with your luminous eyes and your soft smile. Deceptions would taste foul on your lips.

But something’s wrong.

It’s all wrong.

He’s always been too smart for his own good, and he’s going to find out, you know he will, but that’s precisely why you can’t let him. He’s going to know how far you’ve fallen, and he’s going to despise you for it.

So he forgets.

Sometimes, when he wakes up, his tongue is heavy with bile and dirt, his eyes crusted shut with something worse than bad dreams. Sometimes, when he listens closely, he can hear the air humming with lost hymns that are not from this earth.

Maybe he should’ve gotten used to that, by now; your walls have always had ears and mouths and eyes, after all. That’s the price for loving a witch, you’d say, back in the days when your smiles came easy. Wherever you are, you’re never alone.

It’s different than he remembers, though, even through the cracked and blurry pictures of his memories, his foggy mind, but he can’t put his finger on why. Darker. Colder. Damp. It’s like something has left.

Doubt follows his every waking hour, even more so when he tries to think of that night.

That night.

Oh, that night.

The taste of blood on your lips when you kissed him, desperately, like you hadn’t seen him in months. The muddy streaks on your arms when he looked at you in the pale moonlight, the scrape of dirt underneath your fingernails. It had been raining. You smelt like pain.

What had you been digging?

He needs to forget about that night and what it actually was you’d dug up, then. You’d told him you’d had to bury an animal that had gotten lost and died in the garden, and it was a half-truth even by the most generous account.

Dark, evil things happened that night, and no matter their intent, you were the sum of them.

You’d sacrificed a lamb to dig up a wolf.

He doesn’t remember your answer now, but it must’ve been enough for him, then. It must have been.

So he doesn’t ask again, no matter how hard uncertainty tugs on his lungs.

On that old, familiar path, he follows you home and feels like a stranger.

The blood itself was the easiest to wash off, and maybe that was the worst part. In the human world, crime rarely disappeared without a trace, but magic always left its mark.

You remember tumbling on your way back, almost tripping over your doorstep, a sudden pulse of energy pulling the breath from your lungs. These were your own four walls, the ones you’d blessed yourself, tended to and looked after for years, and they seemed to recoil.

Bucky caught your arm without even looking, catching you like he always had, and you crossed the threshold together. You looked at him, then, for the first time since the graveyard. You could feel his pulse under your grip, his heartbeat strong and loud enough to be mistaken for your own, but his gaze so uncertain, like he wasn’t sure he actually belonged here.

With you.

You made up your mind right then and there. He could never know.

You stir your tea as you always do, and you’ve set out his cup on the kitchen table. Alpine paws at it before he can pick it up, a fierce growl accompanying the sound of smashing porcelain.

She’s been angry with both of you, and he doesn’t know why. She keeps hissing at him, and she refuses to sit on your lap when you study your books next to the fireplace like she always used to. Like she’s punishing you in whatever little way she can for a crime he doesn’t understand.

You sigh, and you repair the cup with a flick of your wrist, and then you don’t reach out to pet that spot behind Alpine’s ears.

It’s little things like that.

And it’s your tired eyes.

Of course, no one else can know either; it’s not a risk you’re willing to take.

If Bucky notices the phone’s been unplugged all this time, he’s never said a word. He’s never been much for talking, anyway, but he does it even less so these days. You’ve both turned quiet around each other, but the only thing that matters is that you’re both still here.

Even now, you can feel the dark powers humming through your veins, just like you could that night. You hear the whispers calling out your name and see the shadows at the very periphery of your vision. They follow you into your dreams until you give up on them, slipping out of the warm embrace of your bed to hunch over the tome again, again, just a little more.

Perhaps you should worry about repercussions, but what for? After all, everything you did that night, you did out of love.

Everything you’ve done, you’ve done for him.

Sometimes, he doesn’t notice them for a very long time, and then it hits him all over again just how exhausted you look. When he wakes up in the middle of the night, your side of the bed is empty and the roof of his mouth tastes like ash and decay. In those moments, he thinks he might still be dreaming; his bones are heavy and cold and unyielding, and he lies there like something forgotten, and all of his thoughts revolve around you.

He’s so worried about you.

He wants to ask if it’s something he’s done. He wants to know if he can make it better, make you smile again like you always did at the sight of him, every time. But he’s afraid of the answer.

You’ve not been yourself and you know it, but at this point, you feel unable to stop it. It’s too late, anyway. The dead already walk to earth, and you’re the one to blame. You’re the one to thank.

Sometimes, the thought does hit you that there’s something a little wrong with you these days. But then he looks at you and he smiles, and you’re young and foolish and in love all over again, that weight of all those weeks of screaming and crying lifted with every glance, every touch, every kiss.

This, the uncertainty, is the worst part of it. It becomes his closest companion, and it only lifts slightly when you return to him, if only for a moment. When you do smile, when you put your hands around his neck and kiss him and he can feel real again, feel like himself again.

He barely notices that you will only look him in the eye when it’s dark, when he can lose himself in your touch, foreheads pressed together, breaths heavy and mingling, the only real creatures in the world. The sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.

Maybe you are wrong. Maybe you are wicked and evil and rotten to the core, and maybe there’ll be hell to pay for it yet.

But you’re not sorry.

hearing hozier perform "like real people do" as a duet with victoria canal changed lives y'all

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[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Krampus, 2015

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count:

Notes: Still working on my phone problems….when I tell you I freaking deleted my ENTIRE internet history…especially the research for this kinkmas series

Bucky checks the locks on the safe house one more time as you wander around, checking things out. The mission had gone perfectly, just a standard recon. What wasn’t supposed to happen was the sudden large snowstorm that blew in, the plane couldn’t take off and you and Bucky were forced to go to the closest safe house to wait it out.

Good thing it was kept fully stocked. 

You come back into the living room, Bucky is staring out the window, his arms crossed, with a frown on his face. You stand next to him, squinting at the pure white scene in front of you. 

“What’re you-“

“There’s a wolf pack. I don’t think they’ll give us any trouble… but still. I’ll get whatever wood we need and bring it in” 

“What? you don’t think I can take some wolves?” You scoff and he looks down at you, raising an eyebrow. 

“Nope” 

Your jaw drops as he walks away, grabbing his stealth jacket and zipping it up before unlocking the door.

“Don’t open this door” 

“Are you gonna lock it? You’re just getting some wood” You come over and stand behind it, peeking out at him as the wind whips his hair around, he looks…really good, in the snow. Which is actually pretty rude to think but still he’s really freaking fine. 

“Yes. It’s a safe house. You keep the door locked at all times?” He says slowly, like you need the time for your brain to catch up and you roll your eyes, closing the door. 

“I hate you” You mumble as you set to locking the door

“No, you don’t” 

You shriek and throw a punch at nothing, before spinning around and smacking your back against the wall. 

“You didn’t take your comm out, Y/N.” 

You can hear the smug smile in his voice as you stomp over to the couch and sit down to wait for him to come back in.

“Hope those dumb wolves get you” You sass and he rolls his eyes, piling the wood up in the metal arm. 

“I doubt they will” 

“Maybe I can use my secret mind powers and ask them to bite you in the ass” 

He smiles, shaking his head when you say that, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of a chuckle. 

“I don’t think talking to animals is one of your powers” 

“And just how do you know?” 

“I’m sure Tony would have told us” 

He comes back into the house, looking at you curled up on the couch for a second before he drops the pile of wood near the fireplace and starts stacking it. 

“Maybe I didn’t tell him everything,” you say, coming over and sitting on the floor next to him. Handing him a log, he looks at you again, studying your face before taking it from you and adding it to the stack. 

“Doesn’t seem possible, hiding something from him, with everything he’s got goin on to check us all out” 

“I have my ways,” You say simply and he drops the last log on top, turning to look at you.

“Yeah I’ll believe it when I see it” 

Dinner is simple, and by simple you’ve made two of the most beautiful steaks you’d ever been blessed to have in the fridge and some roasted potatoes. 

Bucky had decided to take a nap, after you profusely promised him you wouldn’t burn the house down, and that you’d get him if there were any emergencies, even then he was still reluctant as you pushed against his back to get him into the bedroom. 

You flop on the couch and pull up your telepad, scrolling through the contacts until you land on Steve’s. You get comfy on the couch while you wait for him to answer, you’re busy looking at your nails when his face pops up.

“Hey Y/N, how are things?” 

You smile as you set it down on the coffee table in front of you and curl up under your blanket. 

“Hi, Stevie! Things are good I guess, I think Bucky is still asleep, I made us dinner” 

“I don’t think he is, we’ve been texting for the past hour or so…”

“He’s awake?! That jerk! He promised he’d get some sleep!” 

Steve chuckles as he sits back in his chair, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “He’ll have plenty of time for sleep trust me. We don’t know when that storm is gonna let up enough to come get you two… it could be a couple days” 

“A couple days?” You gasp and he nods “If I go missing, it’s because I annoyed that man too much”

“You know we’ll never find you right?” 

“Oh, I know. The good news is, I don’t think he cares for me all that much, so personally I think I have a chance” 

Steve looks at you weirdly for a moment and you look at him back

“What’s with the face?” 

“You don’t think he likes you?” 

You shrug and look down at your hands “I mean, I think he tolerates me? Which is all I can ask for really” 

“He asked for you to be on this mission with him” 

Your jaw drops and Steve comes closer, speaking lower into the camera

“Said you really knew your stuff when it came to recons like this. Wanted you specifically, wouldn’t go with anyone else” 

“What about you?” 

“I mean I don’t think I count, do you?” 

No, he didn’t. You knew he didn’t. So what the hell? Why did he want it to be you? Sam could have gone… in fact, you were surprised he didn’t.

“Don’t- don’t tell him I told you okay? I just wanted you to know he likes you. He doesn’t just tolerate you.”

“I want to say I believe you, Steve, really. And it’s nice that you’re trying to make it better. But Bucky doesn’t have to like me just because we’re on the same team you know?” 

“I just don’t like understand-“

“He literally has nothing to do with me outside of missions? We don’t talk, we don’t hang out one on one like he does with everyone else, it’s always in a -“

“Have you made an effort to talk to him alone?” 

You stop, your mouth opening and closing and he shakes his head smiling 

“Seems like the perfect opportunity for you to get to know him too. Maybe past hallway pleasantries” 

Your head turns back as Bucky comes out of the bedroom, his hair is pulled back out of his face, and his arm in his hand. You’d seen him with his arm off. That was fine, but his hair? His soft, fluffy, hair pulled back in a half up half down ponytail situation??? 

“Uhhh hi?” he stops walking, you and Steve are staring at him. Steve ends the call and you whip your head around. 

“Traitor!!” You shake your telepad and toss it aside before getting up 

“Sorry I was gonna wake you, I just-“

He sticks his arm back on, swinging it around to re-lock it and you blink, he gives you a weird look before going into the kitchen and lifting the lid to look at the steaks. 

“Sorry I’ll uh, I’ll put that on in the room next time” 

He mumbles it, trying to be as nonchalant as possible as he gets you both plates and you rush over 

“No- no let me! I- no” your voice trails off as he turns to face you, you look up at him, a light blush on your cheeks

“I’m sorry if- if my uh- staring? Made you uncomfortable. I’ve just never seen you put the arm on you know?” 

“It’s okay, I know it can be a little…jarring” 

“Are you kidding me?!” You put a stupid amount of potatoes on his plate and a piece of steak and hand it to him, before putting some on your plate and handing that to him too so he could go sit down with them 

“That was like, the coolest, hottest, thing I’ve ever seen!” You grab the bottle of apple juice and pour it into two cups before coming over to the table 

“Hottest?” He pushes your plate toward you and you push your potatoes around with your fork, your cheeks flushing

“Yeah. I’ll admit it, I’m man enough!” 

“Whatever you say doll” He chuckles, stabbing his fork into the potatoes.

Dinner is freaking good, like really good. And the company is even better. Steve was right, once you finally got to talking to him Bucky was sweet, he was funny, he was interesting…

He was really…really attractive. 

And it wasn’t that he never was, because he’s fine as hell, that’s clear. But he’s charming, he’s got jokes, he’s got- 

It’s not until you’re back on the couch after dinner with a glass of wine in your hand, his arm around your shoulders as you lean into him that you realize it. 

“Hey!!” You suddenly yell, your wine sloshing in the glass with your movements “Are you flirting with me?!” 

Bucky looks at you from over his glass, an incredulous look on his face

“A-are… are you kidding me?” 

During dinner, he’d gotten closer, literally. He scooted his chair closer to yours, telling you how impressed he was by your cooking, he didn’t know you could cook. You smiled at him excitedly, telling him all about how you loved to cook! You loved to crochet too, you offered to make him a bunny and he smiled, graciously accepting it, on the condition he could name it after you. He listened to every single ADHD thought to go through your brain, easily following you from story to story. 

And it’s just dawning on you how much you were talking, and how much he was absolutely eating it up. How he’d coaxed you over to the sink, washing dishes while you dried them, how he’d poured you a glass of wine, occasionally tipping it up for you to drink more. How that asshat took your hand, leading you over to the couch to “get comfy” 

Your mouth falls open and you turn to him slowly “James Buchanan Barnes. Were you trying to get me tipsy?!!!”

“No?” He says it in kind of a high-pitched voice and you gasp dramatically. He chuckles and sets his glass down on the table and takes yours, putting it down next to his

“I think you’ve had enough” 

“Oh, have I?!” Your cheeks are flushed from the alcohol “Mr, Get a girl drunk! What’s your next move huh?” 

He rolls his eyes “I don’t think you’re drunk doll…”

“Maybe I am. What’s your next move?” You glare at him as he studies your face, something he seems to like to do 

“Well, I’m sure as hell not gonna make any move if you really are drunk. Maybe we can just sit together, how does that sound?” 

“Sounds awful, What’s your next move?” 

You’re not dropping it and he’s starting to think maybe he did give you a little too much wine…

“Well. I’ve got you where I want you right? Alone, in my arms, relaxed” He tilts your chin up to look into your eyes and you know he’d see the blush if your cheeks weren’t already so red. 

“Maybe I’d ask you for a kiss” 

Your eyes widen, your heart rate skyrockets, and he gives you a cocky smirk, you know that he can totally tell what’s going through your mind and body. 

“A kiss?” You ask quietly and he nods, leaning in closer, you can feel his breath fan across your face as he speaks 

“Mhm” He holds your chin in his fingers, turning your head to get a look at you, but your eyes stay glued to his, soft and hazy as you stare back at him.

“Shit, I did give you too much didn’t I?” 

He pulls away all too quickly and you feel that sudden loss of warmth so painfully deep as you shake your head. 

“No-no, please! I was just being a brat I’m fine!!” 

“If you still feel that way tomorrow, fine” He gets up from the couch, checking his watch, it’s already after midnight, he takes your hand, leading you while you sulk and pout your way to the bedroom. 

He pulls you into the en suite and flips down the toilet lid so you can sit down. 

“What changed?” You ask as he grabs some baby wipes from the cabinet and sets them on the counter next to you, he raises an eyebrow and steps between your legs before opening the package 

“What do you mean?” He opens the mirror and looks around for a second before grabbing a fluffy pink headband and helping you put it on 

“Why do they have this…” He mumbles while he takes a wipe from the package and holds your chin, carefully wiping at your eyes

“I think it’s great, they know how to cater to women here. I bet Pepper had a hand in this”

“I bet she did” He moves onto your other eye and you reach out, holding onto the front of his shirt to keep steady. 

“You didn’t answer my question”

“You didn’t answer mine, what do you mean?” 

“Why are you being so… nice? All of a sudden. Not that you’re not normally… you’re very kind most times you know? Civil. But now you’re getting me tipsy and taking off my makeup… so, what changed?” 

“You’re not gonna let me forget that huh? I just wanted you to relax doll, you’re always so… geared up you know? And trust me, I’ve learned that’s not… that’s not a great way to live”

“Says the guy with at least six weapons on him right now” 

“Hey, one of us has to be the sane one” He chuckles and you hold his shirt tighter, smiling a little 

“Are you on guard so I don’t have to be?” 

He doesn’t say anything to that, but you can feel the way he shifts a little, and it occurs to you the position he has you in. You’re safe in front of him, his entire body is blocking the door, you open your eyes again while he’s busy taking your lipstick off, the mirror is angled toward the door so he can see behind him and the bathroom door is open just enough that the mirror can see everything but no one can see in. 

Everything he does is calculated.

“Can you really talk to animals?” 

He’s changing the subject and unfortunately, it’s one that really attracts your attention. You reach for the gun at his hip and turn off the safety, letting it hang from your hand but still keeping it ready.

“How long have you been wondering about that?” You giggle and he rolls his eyes, wiping at your foundation 

“We don’t need to talk about that, just answer the question” 

“What do you know about my powers?” You look into his eyes and he shrugs, watching yours glow a soft purple. 

“I know you’re a lot like Wanda, but you have a lot of differences from her too. I know Thor trusts you? And I guess that’s all we really need in the answer of you being trustworthy and a good person”

“He and Steve nearly shit their pants when I played that prank on them? Moving his hammer from his room and hiding it in the workout room? I didn’t… I didn’t realize how impossible that was” 

“I know I had a good laugh” 

You smile as he throws away the baby wipes and tosses the package back into the cabinet. 

“That wasn’t regular wine was it?” You ask quietly and he helps you up, taking his gun and putting it back on his hip 

“Nope. Steve gave it to me” 

“So you’re also aware-“

“You’re a hell of a lot stronger than they’re making you seem. I saw you get hit by that fuckin’ pipe. I nearly…“ He stops for a moment, looking at you before continuing “I was surprised when you took it and hit him back” 

He takes you over to the bed and puts his hands on the edge of your shirt, looking at you for permission. You blush and give him a little nod before he pulls your shirt off, he stops for a second, his eyes on yours. You raise an eyebrow and he lets his eyes trail down… he’d seen your clothes ripped before, hell he walked in on you out of the shower once, but this, this is different. 

He trails his soft fingers down your arm and you reach out, grabbing his metal hand and pulling it to your cheek, you nuzzle into it, giving his palm a small kiss, and his breath hitches. 

“We should probably get you to bed…” 

“Are you coming with me?” You look up at him through your lashes and he looks away, a light blush forming on his cheeks 

“I was gonna stay up…” 

“The wolves can” 

You pull away and go over to the dressers, looking for something to wear for bed and his jaw drops. 

“Wait a second-“ 

“They really like you” 

Waking up snuggled in Bucky’s arms was definitely where you wanted to be forever. He holds you so close to him, the metal arm firmly over your side, you almost feel like he locked it that way if that was even possible. You’re surprised he sleeps with it on, though this was probably a special “there’s no way in hell I’m taking it off” kind of occasion. 

You turn in his arms, lying flat on your back, and turn your head towards his. 

“Good morning” 

You squeak and go to throw a punch but he grabs your fist, blinking at your connected hands. 

“Shit. You really are strong aren’t you?” 

“Why would you scare me like that!!” 

“All I said was good morning!” 

“That’s not how you’re supposed to wake a girl up!!” 

“I mean that’s how I usually did it…” he lets go of your hand and you turn over, snuggling your back into his chest and putting his arm back over your torso. 

“Okay now you gotta be smooth with it” 

“Are you really making me redo this? We should be checking in”

“I said what I said!” 

“You know what? Fine. You want smooth?” 

He drags his hand over your hip, feeling your soft curves, and nuzzles his nose into your neck. You giggle as he leaves a trail of kisses up to your ear, he turns you slowly, sliding his hand up your torso and wrapping it around your neck. Your breath hitches and he smirks, peppering kisses over your face before finally kissing your lips. 

“Good morning beautiful” He purrs, his voice low and rough with sleep. It sends an electric shock through your body, straight to your core as he nibbles your ear. He goes to pull away and you stop him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Was that smooth enough for you?” 

He stays where you’ve trapped him, his body against yours, his hands on either side of your head. 

“Y-yeah I guess so, if ya like that sorta thing…” 

“Uh huh, that’s what I thought” He leans down, kissing you again and you cup his face, enjoying the stubble against your fingertips. 

“It’s cold,” You say when he pulls away and he chuckles, leaning his head against your shoulder. 

“The fire probably went out, I’ll go get it started again”

You stop him from moving again, running your fingers through his hair and blushing 

“I think- I think there might be a better way to stay warm?” 

“Are you… asking what I think you’re asking?” 

“How long have you liked me?” You smooth his hair back, looking into his eyes and he smiles, absolutely having been caught, not that he’d made it subtle these last few hours 

“Maybe a year or so… didn’t really think you wanted much to do with me… so I just left it alone” 

You throw little punches at his chest and he slaps your hands back, fighting with you. 

“Hey!!” 

“A year James?!?!! A freaking year?!! And you just didn’t do anything about it?!” 

“I said I didn’t think you liked me back!” 

“Why didn’t you ask?!” 

“If a lady doesn’t seem interested I’m not gonna be a creep and pursue her.”

“Okay, okay let’s talk. Can we talk?” 

“We can talk”

“So what you’re supposed to do, and I know this is gonna sound weird-“

“Smartass”

“You’re supposed to ask “hey? Are you into me?” And then- oh my god wait for it-”

“I’m already regretting this”

“You wait for their answer to make a decision!!” 

You punch his chest one more time and he rolls his eyes, grabbing your hand and tossing it to the side.

“This isn’t exactly how I saw this going alright?” 

“Wait wait wait” You giggle and he gets off of you, rolling to his side of the bed.

“You’ve thought about this? About us?” 

“Nope” 

“Are you being sarcastic?” You give him a little pout and he turns his head to look at you. You make your eyes big and watery and he sighs loudly, running his hands over his face. 

“Yes I’m being sarcastic” 

“Do I annoy you?” 

“Is that a trick question?” He gets up out of bed and you follow him, scooting to the edge of the bed and grabbing his shirt, he stops when you tug lightly 

“I-I’m sorry, if- if I’m-“

“Doll-“

“I’ve liked you too Bucky, for a long time and… and I realize I should have maybe made more of an effort to show you that” 

He cups your face, trailing his thumb over your cheekbone 

“I should have made more of an effort too” He leans down and pecks your lips, resting his forehead against yours 

“Can I make you breakfast?” He kisses you again and you smile against his lips 

“Sounds good to me” 

“Check in with Steve for us? I’ll go get the fire started and start on breakfast” 

You sit crisscross on the bed watching Bucky go, you wet your lips, your eyes drawn to the way his hips move with those stupid sweatpants. 

“I know you’re staring” 

“Shut up!!” 

You grab your telepad, call Steve, and wait, your arms crossed over your chest. You’re not surprised when he answers in his workout clothes, of course, he’s at the gym this early. 

“Did you know that bastards liked me for a year?” 

“Of course I did. I kept telling him to just freaking talk to you. But he wouldn’t” 

“Why didn’t you tell me!?” 

“How many times did I literally tell you… to talk to him?” 

“You’ve been trying to set us up!! Bucky! Buck-y” You yell and Steve face palms, dragging it down his face. 

“What?!” He yells back 

“He’s been trying to get us together!!” 

“Tell that little shit I don’t need his help!” 

“He says he doesn’t need your help” You turn back to the telepad 

“I can hear him, tell him he’s an asshole”

“Steve says you’re-“

“An asshole I know! Just find out how long we’re gonna be here for thank you” 

“So how long are we here for?” You smile brightly and Steve chuckles, going over to the weight rack to grab a couple 

“Unfortunately, probably a week… that storm doesn’t seem like it’s going to be stopping anytime soon and once it does we have to get to you, it’s gonna be a few days”

“Do we have supplies for that long?” You get up out of bed, carrying him with you, and into the living room. He blinks as you set him down on the coffee table and get comfy on the couch with a blanket. 

“You’ve got more than enough, probably enough to last a month, which hopefully it won’t be that long. But for now, the two of you just sit tight… are you wearing pants?”

“Nope! Thanks for the intel, I’ll call you later when I’m bored out of my mind” 

“Did you sleep in the same bed?” 

“….Maybe. Okay bye, Steve!” 

“Hold up-“

You rush to hit the end call button and get up, going into the kitchen. Bucky is standing in front of the stove and you wrap your arms around his waist, putting your head on his back. 

“Steve says it’s gonna be like, a week” 

He steps back a little, to keep your arms away from the heat and puts his hands over yours. 

“Sounds fun” He mumbles and you kiss his back, nuzzling your head into him 

“Guess we’re stuck together” 

“Sounds good to me. A whole week alone with you?” He turns around and grabs your waist, lifting you onto the island and stepping between your legs “Quiet, secluded… no one making us go anywhere” 

“No one making us do anything,” You sigh dreamily “A nice little vacation” 

He leans forward, kissing your neck, his hands gripping your sides possessively “Maybe get a chance to…get familiar with each other” 

“What’s for breakfast?” 

His lips don’t stop leaving hot kisses on your skin, each one more searing than the next, they send little jolts of electricity down through your core. 

“Quiche. Nat taught me” 

“That takes a bit” Your arms wrap around his neck and he picks you up off the counter, walking you back toward the bedroom. 

“Yeah I know, that’s why I did it” 

“You sure it’s not cause you suck at cooking everything else?” 

He drops you on the bed and you let out a squeak while he turns you over, his hand comes down on your ass and you yelp, trying to pull away but he holds you by your shirt. 

“I think our first step is controlling that mouth, don’t you?” 

He sits on the bed and yanks you into his lap, manhandling you right across his legs. 

“Bucky! Wait-wait I’m sorry okay! I’m sorry”

“The only thing I want to hear out of that pretty little mouth of yours is numbers. Count ‘em for me” 

He rubs the soft globe of your ass before smacking it, watching the way your cheeks jiggle.

“One” You sniffle a little, squirming in his lap and he smacks it harder this time, making you jump. You squeak and stop wriggling, hanging across his legs in defeat. 

“Bucky! That-“

He spanks you two more times, each harder than the last, you can feel the hot sting as he rubs it away gently. You’ve got little tears streaming down your face now and he tilts your chin up to look at him. 

“Are you done talking? Because they don’t stop until you are” 

You nod eagerly, begging him with your eyes to stop. His other hand slides over your ass, down to your pussy. He slides two fingers inside easily and you groan as he lets go of your face, letting you fall back forward. He pumps his fingers in and out, watching the way you stretch around them. 

You writhe in his lap, letting out soft little moans and opening your legs for him wider. One falls over the side of the bed as you start to grind into him and he watches you for a second.

“You like that, don’t you doll? The way my fingers work you…. You know what I like? Watching how desperate you are to get off. Why don’t you put on a little show for me huh? Wanna watch you get yourself off”

You blush and do as he says, rolling your hips back on his fingers, he keeps them moving, slowly in and out, curling just right to hit that soft spot inside you over and over. You grip the sheets in front of you and plant your leg a little firmer on the bed while he just sits back and lets you fuck yourself on him. You roll your hips in circles, rubbing your clit against the material of his sweatpants, the heated friction feels so good. Your hips move faster as you start getting closer, you can feel that little coil tightening, can feel his hard cock digging into your stomach as you grind down on him, your pussy drips down, leaving a wet mark on his pants but you don’t think either of you cares right now.

“Comecon, angel baby, wanna see you cum on my fingers. Bet you’re gonna look so pretty stuffed full of my cock” 

You let out a loud moan as you finish on his hand, your hips rolling erratically against him, your tight hole clenching over and over like a vice. He fucks you through it, his fingers pounding into you harder and faster as you start to come down. He finally pulls his hand away, once you’re trying to push him away from overstimulation. 

He gets up from the bed, carefully puts you down on your back licks, and his fingers clean.

“You think you’re ready for round two?” He asks as he grips your thighs and brings you to the edge of the bed. You nod yes like you even have a say in the matter as he drags the tip through your wet folds, teasing your hole and just pushing the tip in and out. 

“You know how long I’ve been thinking about doing this? How many times I’ve woken up rock-hard and jerked off to try and get you out of my head?” 

“Bucky” You whimper, your legs falling open more and he leans forward, capturing your lips in a messy kiss as he shoves his cock inside you, stretching you out fully. You moan together as he stays there for a second, just enjoying the way you feel around him. 

“Fuck you’re tight” He leans his head on your shoulder, pumping in and out slowly and gliding his hands down your thighs, he grabs your hips and turns you over, flat on your stomach, and kisses down your spine before dragging you off the bed. 

You shriek and he rolls his eyes as you place your hands on the floor “Im not going to drop you” 

“You better fucking not” You snap and he shuts you up with a harsh slap on your ass, you cry out, wriggling from the sting and he holds you steady, working you on his cock. 

“Hmmm that’s my good girl, willing to do anything to make me happy” he slams into you and your arms buckle, nearly folding completely but he keeps you up, that super serum working for both of you as he fucks you like a ragdoll. 

You whimper dizzily, this is such a specific position you know he’s really been thinking about it, he’s been thinking about taking you since the day he met you. Feeling this tight, wet, cunt wrapped around his cock, your walls fluttering helplessly, it’s so good, so overwhelming and you’re not sure just how long you can hold on before you’re exploding all over him. 

"That's it, baby girl," he pants, his hips snapping forward relentlessly. “Take my cock like a good little slut” 

Sweet curses fall from his lips in all kinds of languages you don’t understand but you’re pretty sure he’s saying the exact same thing you are 

“Holy fuck” You moan lowly, letting your head hang, your tits bouncing in your face. His harsh thrusts bang sweet little moans and whimpers from your lips as your legs spread wider, you can feel his hips stuttering, his breath shuddering as you open your legs into a perfect split. 

“Oh sweet girl, you’re just asking for me to cum in you aren’t you” He growls lowly, a deep rumbling rolling through his chest and you clench around him tighter 

“I am, please I am” you beg, rolling your hips on his cock as best you can as he pounds into your cervix. He lifts you up suddenly your back against his chest as he thrusts up harder into you, you gasp his name, clawing at his arm as you cum around his cock, your head spinning from the orgasm and suddenly being in an upright position again. 

With a final, brutal thrust, Bucky buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he empties his load deep inside you. He groans long and low, his hips jerking as he pumps you full of his cum. 

He staggers forward, putting you on the bed and pulling away with a sticky wet sound. He collapses on top of you, both of you panting together. You can feel his softening cock lying against your ass.

“Was it everything you thought it would be?” You giggle breathlessly as he stays on top of you, happy to smoosh you into the mattress

“Mhmmm, finally got you to shut up too” 

You reach back, trying to smack at him and he pins your hands down to the bed, grinding his cock against your ass. He bites your neck playfully and you squeal, trying to fight your way away from him. 

“Quit it!!” 

“You quit it” He mimics your voice and you whine, flipping him off your back. He gets tossed across the bed, reaching like a cat for the covers before he smacks into the floor. 

“Oh my god!! Bucky!” You scramble to the edge of the bed and he’s lying on his back, looking up at you 

“I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING DIFFERENT ABOUT YOU” 

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5.3 Lily

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language,

Word Count: 500

Previously On...: Bucky got a call from Lily, wanting to know where he was. He lied to her, of course. That definitely won't come back to bite him in the ass.

A/N: Sorry this is so late going up! Had a last-minute Mother's Day dinner with the family, and then some quality time with @cazellen, and when you add on an hour+ drive each way, it ended up eating my entire evening. But! I wouldn't leave you hanging, so here is today's update, just... six hours late :(

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Lily clutched her phone to her chest, shocked. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He had lied to her. She couldn’t believe it. Her best friend had lied to her about what he was doing and who he was with. 

She hadn’t planned on coming to the Compound that night– she’d realized she’d forgotten some files in her office that she needed to look over before she went back to work on Monday, and had just stopped in to pick them up. She figured, since she was there, she might as well go see what Bucky and Sam were up to. She didn’t want to crash their boys’ night, per se, but if they happened to invite her to join them? Well, how could she refuse such an invitation?

That’s why it came as such a shock when she rounded the corner to the rec room and saw Sam and Steve, in front of the large television, watching football together, and Bucky nowhere in sight. She hung back for a few moments, giving him the benefit of the doubt, that maybe he’d been in the bathroom, or in the kitchen grabbing snacks. But when fifteen minutes went by, then thirty, and Bucky still hadn’t shown himself, she began to worry.

She was about to barge into the room and demand answers from Sam and Steve, when she heard them talking during a commercial break.

“So, how do you think the date’s going?” Steve asked Sam.

“Knowing Tin Man, I’d usually say ‘terribly,’” Sam said with a laugh, “but this girl seems to actually like him, so who the hell knows? I guess it depends on what time he comes home tonight… or tomorrow morning, doesn’t it?” 

Lily brought a hand to her mouth to stifle her gasp as she backed away from the entrance to the rec room. 

No. No, no, no, no, no, she thought. He wouldn’t do this, wouldn’t just start seeing someone without telling her, warning her, would he? 

So, she’d called him. 

“I promised Sam we’d do guys’ night,” he’d told her at brunch, the lie coming so smoothly off his lips. But she’d heard a woman’s voice on the line with him.

Lies.

And then, he’d snapped “I already told you what I was doing… You don’t have to keep checking up on me.” He’d never used that exasperated tone with her before. Never. And to just hang up on her, without even a proper goodbye?

She felt hurt. She felt betrayed. In their years of friendship, Bucky had never lied to her before, had he? And why? Why now? Who was this girl, and what was so fucking special about her that Bucky felt the need to lie to his best friend about her? 

Lily felt like she was going to be sick.

She needed to find out who this mystery woman was, immediately. And she needed to do everything in her power to make sure Bucky never saw her again.

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Underworld Insomnia - 5

Character : assasin!Bucky × Psychiatrist Female!Reader

Summary: As a ruthless contract killer, Bucky is feared in the underworld of criminals. His opponents freeze when they see him, as he is feared among them. However, they don't know that he could be warm to only one person: his psychiatrist. The only person who could make him fall asleep.

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What could the CIA want from Bucky? He had never worked for them. And for someone like August to walk into a bar where contract killers gathered, it had to be something precious.

The reason must be you and Conroy. August came here to get you. Remembering how you ran from your captors to save Conroy, Bucky realized you must have been running from August, too.

“I won't give it,” Bucky said firmly. He admitted he knew what August was after but wouldn't help. Why should he? You were the answer to his insomnia.

August chuckled, a sound that held no absolute amusement. “I should’ve known. Sadly, I thought we could be partners.”

“Working with the CIA? That's a fairy tale,” Bucky replied, smirking.

“Not them. I’ve gathered talented people to make the world a better place. You're a perfect addition to the organization,” August explained, his tone growing severe.

“Greenpeace? No, thank you,” Bucky shot back, his smirk widening.

August took a breath and sighed, his expression one of exasperation. “It seems like you won't take any of this seriously.”

Bucky tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, giving a look that said, "You don't say."

Before leaving, August offered one last piece of advice. “Don't trust her that much.”

He knew it must be about you. This took Bucky's attention, and August smiled. “I knew she has a charm. But... it's not just us who wants that boy.” After August said those words, he left.

Bucky was left with lingering doubts, questioning you for a moment. But he couldn't bring himself to believe it. The CIA was known for sowing seeds of doubt to ruin someone's trust.

How could someone like you, who was willing to enter this den of killers to hide Conroy from people who wanted to get him, be anything but genuine?

That was dedication—a rare quality in this messed-up world. Bucky gulped down his whiskey, trying to forget what August had said to him.

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He returned to his place, burdened with the decision of whether or not to tell you the truth about meeting August—the person who had forced you into hiding. The moment he stepped into the house, he heard the sound of tiny footsteps. “You're back!” Conroy welcomed him, wearing only pajama pants.

You were chasing him, holding his pajama top. “Conroy, I'm not done yet. And it's impolite,” you said, putting the shirt over his head.

Conroy puffed his fluffy cheeks. Then he looked at Bucky, his head moving left and right as if searching for something.

Bucky knew what the kid wanted. He chuckled and patted Conroy's head. “You can't have chicken every day. It's not good for you.”

Conroy puffed his cheeks and grabbed Bucky's hand. Then he stopped. “You met him,” he said, running to hug you.

Bucky flinched and looked at you. You were surprised too.

“How did you know?” Bucky asked.

“His smell still lingers on you,” Conroy said, pinching his nose.

Bucky sniffed himself, wondering if it was true. But he remembered that Conroy was a ‘little Sherlock.’ What made him nervous was what you thought.

“I didn't tell him,” Bucky said.

“I know you won't,” you replied, looking at him while calming Conroy.

Bucky felt a pang of heartache seeing the little kid. “Who is this August Walker?”

"Let's sit down first." You contemplated whether to tell Bucky the truth, but knowing August had come here meant he wasn't playing cat-and-mouse anymore.

“I told you before that we came from a facility,” you said.

Bucky nodded.

“And August Walker is… how should I say this? He's the supervisor of the facility and…” you hesitated.

“And…?” Bucky prompted.

“He's Conroy's uncle,” you admitted.

Bucky widened his eyes and gasped. “Let me get this straight. Conroy and he are related, but you both hide from him?”

“Because he's a madman!” you said, glancing at Conroy, who had fallen asleep on your lap. You gently touched his cheek with your finger. You couldn't let August have Conroy.

August has this crazy idea. He planned to make a better world, but the truth is, he wanted to create the perfect soldier. That's why he wanted Conroy back. His nephew was the fastest successful human subject—high IQ, independent, strong, and never sick.

Bucky kept silent as he processed this, looking at the kid who was still sleeping peacefully. His heart ached at the thought of what Conroy had been through.

“Don't worry. I won't let them near you,” Bucky promised.

“Thank you. Thank you,” you said, tears of relief in your eyes.

Bucky nodded, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. He would protect you both, no matter the cost.

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The next day, Bucky brought you and Conroy to a kindergarten known for its safety and secrecy. It was a gray area that even other killers couldn't reach.

Conroy looked at the kids his age. He turned to the adults and asked enthusiastically, “Can I join them?”

“Sure, buddy,” Bucky said.

Conroy ran to join the other children, who welcomed him eagerly since there weren't many kids around.

You felt a wave of relief and happiness seeing Conroy so excited. Turning to Bucky, you said, “Thank you. You're a great help to us.”

Bucky felt a warm flush of shyness and something more as he looked at you. He wasn't used to such gratitude; your smile made his heart race. He was starting to have feelings for you, a realization that both excited and scared him.

“Do you want to pick him up together later?” Bucky asked.

“Of course,” you replied with a smile.

After dropping Conroy at the kindergarten, both of you went your separate ways. Three hours later, Bucky found himself at Dr. Ben's practice, eager to pick you up. He had arrived early, hoping to surprise you.

He didn't see you at the reception desk when he walked in. Perhaps you had stepped out for a moment. He glanced out the window and noticed a park across the street.

There, he saw you talking to another man, the conversation looking secretive. Being a killer made him keenly aware when someone was lying or hiding something. From what he saw in your body language, you were clearly hiding something.

Bucky's heart sank as August echoed: “Don't trust her that much.”

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But Daddy I Love Him: Pt 3 | B.Barnes

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Angst, intimacy (I dont write smut but its insinuated) 

A/N: If it wasn’t obvious But Daddy I Love Him by Taylor Swift inspired this, im so excited i have a whole story line planned which i usually just go with the flow lol

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Part One, Part Two

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The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Your breath hitched, and for a moment, everything around you blurred. You hadn’t seen your brother in years. He wasn’t a bad person—quite the opposite.

Howard was everything your father had wanted you to be: successful, brilliant, focused. The two of you had once been close, but as Howard became more engrossed in his inventions and adventures, he drifted away, no longer caring about your opinions or ideas.

When he finally left home, that was it. You doubted he even knew about the dates and the almost-arranged marriages your father had tried to push on you. The memories flooded back, suffocating you, and the room suddenly felt too small.

Bucky’s hand tightened on your knee, grounding you, pulling you back from the edge. But even his touch couldn’t stop the cold dread that began to seep into your bones.

“Why?” you managed to whisper, your voice barely audible, laced with an edge of fear.

Steve hesitated, his eyes filled with sympathy. “He’s looking for you, Y/N. He knows where you are... He said your father knows, too.”

A shiver ran down your spine as your worst fear materialized. The life you so desperately wanted, the safety you’d found in Bucky’s arms—it all felt like it was slipping away.

Bucky’s voice cut through the haze, low and dangerous. “He’s not coming near her. Not now, not ever.”

Steve shifted uncomfortably. “He said he just wanted to talk, Y/N. Howard, not your father.”

Your heart pounded as you tried to process the news. You knew Howard would never set you up. He wouldn’t have any idea about what had transpired between you and your father recently, let alone the violence that followed. You were almost able to forget about it yourself if it weren’t for the way Steve’s eyes kept drifting to your cheek.

“Doll?” Bucky’s voice was softer now, his hand warm and reassuring on your knee. “What do you wanna do?”

You swallowed hard, trying to calm the storm raging inside you. “Howie would never set me up,” you said quietly, more to reassure yourself than anyone else. “Did he say if he was coming back?”

Steve nodded. “He said he had to head into work but planned on coming back around dinner time.”

The room felt heavy with tension, a suffocating weight pressing down on you. You could see the concern etched into Bucky’s features, the protective edge sharpening in his eyes. You wanted to believe that this was just a misunderstanding, that Howard was reaching out with good intentions, but the shadow of your father loomed too large.

Dinner time. You had a few hours, but what would you say to him? Would he understand the choices you made, or would he try to pull you back into the life you’d fought so hard to escape? The uncertainty gnawed at you, the fear of what was to come clawing at your chest.

Bucky’s grip tightened on your knee, pulling you back to the present. “Whatever happens, I’m here, okay? You’re not facing this alone.”

You nodded, trying to draw strength from his presence, but the unease lingered. No matter what happened tonight, you knew things were about to change—and there was no going back.

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Hours later, a knock finally came at the door, snapping you out of your thoughts. You shot up from the couch, your heart racing, but when you didn’t move, Steve glanced at you. “Do you want me to…?” he trailed off, gesturing to the door. You nodded frantically, unable to find your voice.

As Steve went to answer the door, you started pacing, anxiety gnawing at your insides. It had been weeks since you last saw him—since everything fell apart. When Howard finally walked in, his face lit up with that same boyish grin he always had. “There she is,” he beamed, his voice as joyful as if nothing were wrong.

You forced a small wave. “Hi.”

He took three big strides and pulled you into a hug, squeezing you tightly. It took you a moment to respond, your arms slowly patting his back, still feeling awkward and unsure. When he finally pulled back, he took a long look at you, and you could see the recognition flicker in his eyes. It had been too long since he really looked at you—since he really saw you. And though you tried to cover the bruise on your cheek, it was clear he noticed.

His eyes darkened as they dropped to your cheek. “What happened?”

You ignored the question, pulling away to sit on the couch. “What do you want, Howard?”

He placed a hand on his chest, feigning offence. “I can’t come visit my favourite sister?” He took a seat on the armchair across from you.

“I’m your only sister,” you scoffed, the tension thick between you.

“Exactly,” he replied with a small smile, but it quickly faded. “But I wish I were here under better circumstances. I know I haven’t been the best brother, but I want to be—if you’ll let me.”

You studied him, searching for the sincerity in his eyes. Howard wasn’t malicious; he was kind but stubborn, loyal to a fault, arrogant, and stupidly smart—all the things that made a Stark, a Stark.

“Did you know?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Know what?” he replied, his tone guarded.

You rolled your eyes, frustration bubbling to the surface. “Don’t act dumb, it doesn’t suit you.”

His shoulders slumped, the guilt evident in his expression. “I heard rumours from friends—that he was trying to marry you off to some douchebag with money and a name.”

“Then why didn’t you do anything? You’re my big brother—you’re supposed to protect me!” Tears welled up in your eyes, your voice breaking as you stood up. “This isn’t the 1800s! I should be able to marry someone I love… someone who loves me!”

You glanced over at Steve, who was standing off to the side, leaning against the wall. “Bucky… he should be back by now, Steve.”

Steve nodded, understanding the unspoken request. “I’ll go see if I can find him, maybe he needs help with the bags?” he offered, though you both knew it was just an excuse to give you a moment alone with your brother. The door clicked shut behind him.

Your eyes darted back to Howard, determination burning within you. “I’m getting married to Bucky. I’m marrying him, Howard, and no one is going to stop me.”

Howard nodded slowly, his expression serious. “He’s going to try, darling. You know he will…” His voice trailed off, his gaze lingering on your bruised cheek. “Who did that? Don’t lie to me.”

“Who do you think?” you replied bitterly.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Father,” you said, the word heavy with pain.

Howard’s jaw clenched, his face hardening with anger as the confirmation settled in. You sighed, deflating as you sank back onto the couch.

“Do you love him?” Howard asked softly.

“With all my heart, Howie,” you whispered, the old nickname slipping out.

Howard’s exterior softened, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“Does he love you?” he asked, his voice gentler now.

Your eyes sparkled with emotion as you nodded. “He does.”

“Okay,” Howard sighed, standing up.

“Okay, what?” you asked, confused.

“Okay, you’re going to marry him.”

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”

“What did you expect? Me to kidnap you and drag you back to Dad? You’re a big girl, a smart girl—you’re a Stark, for Christ’s sake. If you love him and he loves you, then it sounds like a pretty great idea to me, And you know I love great ideas.”

A wide smile broke across your face as you jumped up and threw your arms around him, whispering, “I always knew you were my favourite brother.”

Just then, the door burst open, and both of you turned to see a dishevelled Bucky standing there, brown paper bags dropped to the floor, his forehead creased with worry. Howard set you down gently, his eyes moving between Bucky and you. He smiled, the tension easing from his features. “You’re right,” Howard said softly. “He does love you.”

Bucky’s eyes darted between you and Howard, clearly trying to assess the situation. He stepped forward cautiously, his gaze lingering on your brother before finally settling on you. “Everything okay?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

You nodded, still holding onto Howard’s arm. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”

Howard cleared his throat, drawing Bucky’s attention. “So, you’re the man who’s swept my sister off her feet,” he said, a hint of teasing in his tone, though his eyes were sharp, evaluating.

Bucky straightened, squaring his shoulders as he met Howard’s gaze. “I am,” he said firmly, without hesitation. “And I intend to keep her safe and happy—no matter what.”

Howard studied Bucky for a moment longer before nodding approvingly. “Good. Because if you don’t, you’ll have me to answer to.”

Bucky’s lips twitched into a small smile. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

There was a brief pause, a charged silence where the unspoken threats and promises hung in the air. Then, Howard broke the tension with a chuckle, clapping Bucky on the shoulder. “Alright, alright, let’s not make this too dramatic. We’re all family here, right?”

You smiled, relieved that the tension was easing. “Right.”

Howard glanced back at you, his expression softening. “You know, I’m really proud of you, Y/N. You’ve always been strong, but standing up to Father like this… it takes guts.��

Your heart swelled with emotion, and you blinked back the tears threatening to spill. “Thanks, Howie..That means a lot.”

Bucky moved closer, slipping his arm around your waist and drawing you into his side. “You’re not alone in this anymore,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “We’ll face whatever comes together.”

Howard watched the two of you with a thoughtful expression before nodding slowly. “Well, then,” he said, clapping his hands together, “I guess we have a wedding to plan.”

You laughed, feeling the weight of the past few days finally lifting. “Yeah, I guess we do.”

For a moment, it felt like everything was falling into place. But deep down, you knew that your father wouldn’t let this go so easily. There was still a storm brewing on the horizon, and you could only hope that, together, you and Bucky could weather it.

——-

You got dressed in the same dress you had worn since Friday. It was now Sunday, and you were just thankful that Bucky, your future husband, had been kind enough to wash it for you so you could finally leave the house after 36 hours.

“Good morning,” Steve’s voice boomed from the kitchen. “Coffee?” he asked, stretching out his arm to offer you a mug already filled.

You smiled gratefully as you took it. “This is why you’re my best friend, Steve.”

He laughed. “Happy to be of service. So, what’s the plan for today? Where are you headed?”

“Well, I know Bucky always spends Sunday afternoons with Becca, and he’s already done so much for me. I couldn’t ask him to bail on his sister. But it’s Sunday, and my father won’t be home, so I need to get some of my stuff before he completely cuts me off.”

“You were planning on going by yourself?”

“Well, yes.” You paused, taking a sip of your coffee.

Steve sighed, setting down his own mug before grabbing his keys. “Let’s go,” he said, gesturing to the door.

“W-what?” you stammered.

He gave you a half-smile. “You really thought I’d just let you go alone? Come on, you know me better than that.”

As you stood there, coffee in hand, Steve’s offer hung in the air. The thought of going back to that house alone had been gnawing at you all morning, but now, with Steve by your side, it felt a little less daunting.

“Steve, you don’t have to do this,” you said, though the relief in your voice was unmistakable.

Steve just shook his head with a grin. “I know I don’t have to. But we’re friends, and friends don’t let friends walk into enemy territory alone.”

You chuckled, but the anxiety still gnawed at you. “It’s not enemy territory. It’s… it’s just home.”

Steve’s expression softened. “Maybe, But it’s still not a place you should have to go alone…Especially not now.”

You took a deep breath, feeling a little more grounded with Steve’s steady presence beside you. “Okay… Thank you, Steve, Really.”

“Anytime,” he replied, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Now, let’s get this over with so you can relax for the rest of the day…. and before Bucky gets home”

As you both headed toward the door, the weight of the situation pressed down on you. The idea of facing that house, of walking through those familiar halls and confronting the memories that still haunted them, made your heart race. But Steve was right there, offering you a lifeline, and you knew you could trust him to have your back.

The drive to your father’s house was filled with tense silence. Steve didn’t push you to talk, and you were grateful for that. You needed to steel yourself for what was to come, and talking about it wouldn’t help.

When you finally arrived, the sight of the house brought a lump to your throat. It looked exactly the same—cold, imposing, and filled with a thousand memories you wished you could forget.

Steve turned off the engine and looked over at you. “You ready?”

You nodded, even though you didn’t feel ready at all. “Let’s do this.”

Together, you walked up to the front door. Your hand trembled as you reached for the doorknob, but Steve’s presence beside you gave you the strength to turn it.

The house was eerily quiet, just as you’d expected. Your father was out, and the staff was likely on their day off. Still, the silence felt suffocating.

You made your way to your room, the one place in the house that had ever felt like yours. Steve stayed close, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if he expected trouble to leap out at any moment.

As you packed your things, the memories flooded back—of arguments, of the pressure to be someone you weren’t, of your father’s expectations crushing down on you. The air felt heavy with the weight of it all.

Steve’s voice cut through the fog. “You don’t have to take everything today, Just the essentials. We can always come back later.”

You nodded, grabbing a few more things and stuffing them into your bag. “You’re right. I just… I need to get out of here.”

Once you were done, you turned to leave, but something made you pause. You glanced around the room, knowing it would be the last time you’d see it like this.

“You okay?” Steve asked, noticing your hesitation.

“Yeah,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him. “I’m okay.”

As you both walked back to the car, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were leaving more than just a house behind. You were leaving behind a life that had never really been yours.

When you got back in the car, Steve turned to you, his eyes filled with understanding. “You did good, Y/N. And you don’t have to go through this alone.”

You gave him a small smile, feeling a little lighter now that it was over. “Thanks, Steve. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He chuckled as he started the car. “Lucky for you, you don’t have to find out.”

As you drove away, the weight on your chest began to lift. The future still felt uncertain, but at least now, you knew you had people in your corner. People who cared. And that made all the difference.

When you and Steve returned to the apartment, you were met with a silence that felt unusually heavy. You hadn’t expected Bucky to be home yet, so when you stepped inside and found him sitting on the couch, his head in his hands, you froze.

He looked up as soon as the door creaked open, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of relief and anger that made your heart skip a beat. Steve quietly slipped out, sensing the tension thickening in the room.

“Where were you?” Bucky’s voice was low, but the edge in it was unmistakable.

You swallowed, stepping further into the room. “I went back to my father’s house to get some of my things, Steve came with me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice wavered, betraying the hurt beneath the surface “Why didn’t you ask me to come with you?”

“I didn’t want to bother you, Bucky. You were with Becca, and you’ve done so much already—”

“Bother me?” He cut you off, standing up, his fists clenched at his sides. “I’m your fiancé, Y/N. You don’t ‘bother’ me by letting me protect you, by letting me be there for you.”

“Bucky, I didn’t want to pull you away from your family. I thought I could handle it, I know we should have left a note but I had Steve with me, I’m fine…”

“Fine?” He scoffed, running a hand through his hair, pacing the room. “When I got home and you weren’t here, I thought—” He stopped, shaking his head as if trying to rid himself of the thought. “I didn’t know where you were, Doll. All I could think about was what could’ve happened to you, especially after everything with your father.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. You hadn’t realised just how much your decision would affect him “Bucky, I’m sorry. I didn’t think—”

“No, you didn’t,” he snapped, his voice rising. “You didn’t think about what it would do to me, coming back here and finding you gone... I was terrified, Terrified that something happened to you and I wasn’t there to stop it.”

His voice cracked, and you noticed his hands trembling. You had never seen him like this, so vulnerable, so afraid. Tears welled in his eyes, and he quickly wiped them away, as if trying to maintain his composure.

“Buck…” You stepped closer, reaching out to him, but he flinched, taking a step back.

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to feel so helpless?” His voice was barely above a whisper now, thick with emotion. “I thought I’d lost you. I’ve lost so much already, sweetheart…I can’t lose you too.”

Your own tears started to fall as the weight of his words sank in. “I’m sorry, Bucky. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just… I didn’t want you to worry.”

His shoulders slumped, and finally, he let you close the distance between you. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him tightly as he buried his face in your shoulder. His body shook with silent sobs, and you felt your heart break for him.

“I’m here,” you whispered, your hand running through his hair. “I’m here, Bucky. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, his own red-rimmed and glassy. “Don’t ever do that again, Y/N. Don’t ever leave without telling me, I need to know you’re safe.”

“I won’t,” you vowed, cupping his face in your hands. “I won’t. I promise.”

Bucky nodded, leaning into your touch as he took a shaky breath. “I love you,” he murmured, the words raw and vulnerable.

“I love you too, Bucky. So much.”

You stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, both of you needing the reassurance that the other was still there. Slowly, the tension began to ease, replaced by a sense of calm that only came from knowing you were safe, together, and finally understanding just how much you meant to each other.

You looked up, your eyes locked with his. Bucky's blue eyes were filled with so much emotion, speaking volumes without uttering a single word. You could see the love, the relief, the longing-they were all there, reflecting everything you felt inside. Your hands slid up from his waist, tracing the contours of his body until they rested on his broad chest. Then, almost instinctively, you wrapped them around the back of his neck, your fingers weaving into the soft strands of his hair.

Bucky's hand caressed your cheek, his thumb brushing tenderly against your skin before he let it drift down to your jaw. He guided you closer, his touch gentle yet firm, until your lips finally met. The kiss was slow at first, but the desperation to be closer, to melt into each other, quickly took over. Your breathing quickened, mingling with his as the kiss deepened, growing more urgent.

His arms slid down your sides, finding their way to the back of your legs. You gasped against his lips as his hands trailed down, sending shivers through you. Without breaking the kiss, Bucky effortlessly scooped you up, holding you securely against his chest. The world around you disappeared; it was just the two of you, nothing else mattered.

You began kissing down his neck, tasting the salt of his skin, revelling in the low, throaty moan that escaped him. It spurred you on, your lips moving with more fervour. Bucky's breath hitched as he stumbled slightly, his desire for you nearly overwhelming his usually steady demeanour. But he didn't stop-he couldn't.

When he finally reached the bedroom, he laid you down gently on the bed, his hands lingering on your hips as if reluctant to let go.

Your eyes met again, and for a brief moment, time stood still. There was no rush, no fear— just the two of you, suspended in a moment of pure connection.

Bucky knelt on the bed beside you, his eyes dark with desire but softened by the tenderness he always reserved for you.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice husky, full of need but laced with concern. He always made sure, always put you first.

Your heart swelled at his consideration, and you nodded, your voice barely a whisper. "I'm sure, Buck. I want this..., want you."

The words hung in the air between you, thick with promise and love. Bucky leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, his lips hovering just above yours as he exhaled shakily.

"I love you," he murmured, each word filled with unspoken vows.

"I love you too," you replied, pulling him down for another kiss, softer this time, more deliberate.

This time, as his lips met yours, the world fell away completely. There was no past, no future, just this moment, just the two of you, together — exactly where you were meant to be.

[chloe-skywalker]

My Boy - Bucky Barnes

Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,229

Summary: Bucky loves your son, Y/n has a son from a previous bad relationship. And Bucky loves him as his own.

Song: My Boy - Elvie Shane

Authors Note: This is the first song imagine I believe I have ever written. I really love this and again its essentially based off of the story the song gives. I definitely recommend listening to it.

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“So how's things going with Y/n?” Steve asks as Bucky comes to sit on the couch and join everyone.

“Great. She gets me and I seem to get her.” Bucky answered taking the water from Steve’s offering hand, leaning back into the couch.

“How’s it going with her son?” Natasha raised a brow at the super soldier. To her that was the real test. 

“Good. It seems good. He doesn’t hate me. Y/n says he’s always talking about me and when they’ll see me again.” he nodded along with a smile tugging on his lips.

“He likes you Bucky.” Wanda smiled knowingly.

“So far.” Bucky let out a relieved but stressed breath.

“Are you expecting him to hate you at some point?” Steve raised his eyebrows at his childhood friend with shock and confusement.

“I don't want him to but it’s just him and y/n his whole life. I don’t want to think I’m taking his mom from him.” Bucky told them his recently insecure thoughts.

“The kid loves you and you include him in almost everything you do with Y/n. I doubt he feels like you're taking his mom from him." Nat says looking Bucky in the eye’s to get across her words are fact.

“Bucky, you love that boy. The way you talk about him, it’s obvious.” Steve points out leaning forward.

“Why don’t you bring them over? It’s not like you don’t have the space. You have a large apartment to yourself.” Tony gives Bucky the idea. They all had their own huge apartment in the compound.

“That’d be okay?” Bucky questioned warily. He would love to have Y/n and Y/s/n over, maybe even eventually move in.

“Diffidently.” Tony nodded, he loved the idea of another kiddo running around.

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“Hey” Y/n greet’s as Bucky opens the door. He had invited them over for the day and over course they would come over. Y/s/n wanted to see Bucky really badly, not that he hadn’t seen him a day ago. Y/n was excited and slightly nervous, she knew inviting them over was a big deal for Bucky.

“Hey, welcome.” Bucly smiled, covering his nerves well.

“Bucky!” Y/s/n yells out excited to be visiting him with a huge smile on his face.

“Y/s/n” Bucky smiled at him, really glad that the boy was excited to visit him.

“So what do you think?” Bucky asked y/n as they entered his place in the compound, Y/s/n had already run off to go explore Bucky’s place.

“Its very nice.” y/n smiled back absent mindedly as she looked around.

“Its huge.” Bucky stated plainly.

“Yeah, but that’s not a bad thing.” Y/n turns to him with a smile on her lips.

“It gets lonely.” he told her admittedly.

“Well Y/s/n and I are here now. Less lonely. Right?” Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Definitely.” Bucky smiled back at her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

The 3 of them spent the day together, playing games, coloring and making lunch.

Y/s/n decided to color a surprise as he called it.

“What you got there bud?” bucky asked him as Y/s/n approached him.

“For you. Its mommy, me, and you.” Y/s/n handed the coloring picture to Bucky shyly.

As Bucky looked at the picture hennoticed a very important detail. In the picture under the drawing of Bucky Y/s/n didn’t put down ‘Bucky’ he wrote ‘Dad’.

Y/n noticed how Y/s/n handed it over shyly to Bucky and that Bucky was staring at it for a while. y/n leaned over and saw why.

“Bucky, I understand it its to soon for this-” Y/n watched him nervously, trying to find the words too explain.

But Bucky didn’t let her finish, he got up and walked over to put it up on his fridge. The only two items on the fridge was an old picture of him and Steve in black and white, and a picture of the Avengers team. Plus now y/s/n’s drawing.

“Thank you Y/s/n.” Bucky smiled, picking him up and hugging him. Maybe the kid loves him just as much as Bucky loves the kid back.

That drawing ,eant more to Bucky than he could put into words, and he loves it. Its not something he thought he could have. That he’d ever have.

From then on it became a normal occurrence for y/n and Y/s/n started staying over at Bucky’s place in the compound a lot more.

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Weeks Later

“Okay buddy time for bed.” Y/n tells Y/s/n as it was getting late.

Y/s/n mumbled under his breath not wanting to go to bed. But maybe he could work it in his favor.

“What was that bud?” Bucky asked, having heard him mumble something but couldn’t make out what it was.

“Can I sleep in your room?” Y/s/n spoke up louder this time.

Y/n goes to say no, not wanting Bucky to feel obligated or pressured by Y/s/n request. At home it was fine for y/s/n to come into bed with his mom sometimes. But before she could Bucky cut in.

“Course you can Y/s/n.” He smiled down at y/s/n encouragingly, not having a problem with him joining them in his bed.

“Can I mommy?” Y/s/n turned asking his mom to double check.

“If Bucky says so, its okay with me.” Y/n smiled down at him kissing his head to go to bed together.

Y/n wakes up to an empty bed. So she got up and followed the sounds coming from the living room. As she walked into the main area she saw Bucky and Y/s/n watching saturday morning cartoons.

“Mommy!” Y/s/n exclaimed excited;y running over to his mom, hugging her around the waist the best he could.

“Hey Y/s/n. What are you doing with Bucky?” She questioned even though it was obvious.

“Me and Daddy were watching cartoons!” Y/s/n told her excitedly to share his morning with Bucky.

“You were?” Y/n raised an eyebrow showing her son she was inturged.

“Yeah.” Y/s/n nodded smiling widely.

“Well now that mommy’s up, let's make breakfast.” Bucky spoke getting up from his spot on the couch.

As Bucky approached her and Y/s/n went to the kitchen to wait for them, y/n looked at Bucky apologetically. “I’m sorry if he’s pushing this whole dad thing on you.”

“Y/n.” Bucky stop’s her reaching forward to grab ahold of her hand, smiling at her. The look on his face made it obvious no apology was needed. “He isn’t my blood, he doesn’t have my name. But that doesn’t change anything. I feel the same. I wasn’t there for his first steps or words, but I haven’t missed a ball game yet. And that won’t ever change, I could never walk away from him or you. He’s my son, that's my choice. He’s my boy. And he sees me as his dad and I’m honored to hold that title if you’ll let me.” 

Y/n smiled at Bucky happily. “Of course.”

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[fluffysucker]

Desperate People find faith.

Bucky Barnes x reader

An accident mends your broken heart.

A/N: Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female.

I read this amazing oneshot, and I couldn't stop thinking about this idea. So I added my own twist to it. Thanks to the wonderful writer for sharing it and for inspiring me.

Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated. Opinions really matter to me

TW: Bullets and blood. Mentions of torture but nothing explicit

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You knew you shouldn't have done it. You should have stayed home. What could barely be described a home. You should have minded your business. You should have acted like the civilian you are now. You shouldn't have done it. But your loyalty to Steve wouldn't have let you

The image of the cheap copy so-called Captain America holding the shield blasting all over the news was a hit. A gut-wrenching hit. There was a guy who was taking the place of your childhood best friend, the man you called brother, the fearless leader. And he looked happy doing so. Then the blond had the audacity to say that Steve felt like a brother to him. You felt physical pain that you almost threw up.

Rationality went out the window. Before you knew any better, you were tracking down the man who was handed your friend's legacy. The man who gave it away when there was nobody more deserving than him. It wasn't hard to know exactly where Sam Wilson was. You were aware he joined the Air Force once again. So you hijacked the location of his next mission, demanding answers.

But it appeared that you weren't the only one who had the same plan. As you were talking to Sam, trying to be as nice as you could, giving him the benefit of the doubt, telling him you weren't here to judge or pick a fight. You just wanted an explanation. You heard him.

"Shouldn't have given up the shield."

His voice was filled with anger. But you could hear the sadness hidden in his tone. Sam scuffed, walking away from you as well. You turned around and you saw him. The love of your life. Quite literally.

You fail to recall a time you weren't in love with James Buchanan Barnes. Growing up together, your trio was inseparable. You would never see one without the others. From the age of three till your twenties, the three of you were more than family.

Despite loving Steve like the brother you never had, the same couldn't be said about his best friend. Your feelings for the brunette were never platonic. Neither were his. In the second grade, he promised to marry you once he got older. And he did. He kneeled to the ground with a beautiful golden ring for you once he secured a job. It was the easiest yes in your life.

Loving him came to you naturally. Stolen glances. Sweet words. Fast heartbeats. Shy smiles. Gentle touches. You were each other first everything. It was like you were made for each other. Like you were born to love him.

And he was your perfect man. Every woman envied you. Every woman hoped to have someone look at her like he looked at you. Every woman wished for a man who treated her the way he treated you. Every woman prayed for a man to love her that much.

Bucky Barnes was head over heels in love with you. And he made sure he showed it.

You were the luckiest girl.

Up until your luck ran out. War knocked on your door like a hurricane, destroying your life.

You remember the night before Bucky was shipped. When you went home after what couldn't be called a double date at Stark expo. The promises the both of you made. Your dream wedding. Your house. Your family. Your kids. All of it. Your future. And you believed him. You couldn't fathom any alternatives.

So when Steve walked in your tent where you did your job as a journalist, who was asked to cover The Howling Commandos missions and subject their heroism to the public, you knew. The look of utter defeat in his face, his glassy eyes, his red nose, the way he was trying to shrink away in his new huge body, you knew.

Your heart was ripped and broken to pieces. The pain was suffocating. You were drowning. You felt like the world ended. Life stopped.

You don't remember how things went after that. You don't remember if Steve ever said the words to you, but you remember his promise of revenge as he held your sobbing body against his chest.

And he did. He ended Hydra. But it came with a price. Very high. After Steve's sacrifice, life became meaningless. You weren't living. You were barely breathing. You were alone.

So when the government asked you to write the final article about the war, the winning announcement, you were about to turn it down. You found difficulties in everything. Leaving your bed sounded like a tiring task. Eating felt like a punishment. Functioning like a human became a burden.

But you remembered how supportive Bucky was of your career. When every man let women their abandon their dreams, Bucky helped you fight for yours. And he gave his life for this victory. Your fiancée and bestfriend. You owed it to them. To be the one to report the triumph tinted with their effort and blood.

So you put in all your strength and travelled with the small team to write the most important piece of work in your life.

However, only a number of people of the team and the article made it back. You didn't.

On your way back, you were ambushed by unknown soldiers. They took you to unknown quarters. You were so confused until you saw that cursed symbol. They weren't gone. Neither was your fiancée.

And that began a lifetime of torture and pain. They brainwashed Bucky but left you with your memories. So when they threatened to hurt him, you caved and let them do whatever they wanted to you. It was a trap they built for you, and you fell in it every time. They would hurt both of you at the end.

You endured it all. You survived it all. Except the moment they made Bucky look you in the eyes and fight you. They erased you from his mind. You saw the love of your life, and he saw nothing. He looked at you and saw either an enemy or a mission partner. And that was the most painful torture Hydra put you through.

As if this wasn't enough. You had to face a hindrance you never thought of.

After Steve rescued the both of you, after him running away from you, after spending two years making amendments with the government and helping Steve search for him, after the accords and Zemo's predicament, after he remembered you, after Princess Shuri was able to give him back his freedom, after you hugged him as he cried, after you decided to finally have that wedding, Thanos happened.

You believe you did something so terrible in another life, and you were getting punished for it in this life. There was no logical explanation as to why this kept happening to you. Why were you robbed of any chances of happiness. Why did you have to watch your man disappear right after having him back. Why you could only feel ache and misery. Why was the world so cruel.

So you kept your hopes to minimum when Steve came to your shared apartment one night, telling you that they had a plan. You agreed to join them in the time heist, ready to be disappointed.

But the second you saw Bucky standing on the sides with his machine gun, you wanted to cry. You thought it was an illusion, but these blue eyes said something else. Now, you were fighting with a strong drive and purpose.

You thought that was it. Your happy ending. You finally had him. But Steve leaving tore you apart. You were happy for your bestfriend who finally did something for himself. However, you couldn't help but feel sad. At least you and Bucky had each other.

Bucky had another thing in mind. Because, a couple of weeks after Steve leaving, Bucky broke up with. He said he needed to figure himself out and work on his pardon. You understood. But it didn't make it any easier.

So you left, giving him all the space he needed. You hadn't seen or spoken to each other since. At least he is alive. That's what you kept telling yourself to find any sort of comfort or condolence.

So this was the first time you had met. He looked different. He cut his hair. He had a scruff. He was wearing an all black outfit. He had gloves on. He had little bags under his eyes. He looked good overall. That's what mattered to you.

"Good to see you too, Buck." Sam said as he walked with intentions to move away from Bucky.

"This is wrong." Bucky didn't give him the chance as be walked beside Sam, without batting you an eye. You couldn't say that didn't hurt but you followed them anyway.

"Look, I'm working, alright. So all this outrage is going to have to wait." It was clear that Bucky wasn't here to have a civil conversation like you.

"You didn't know this was going to happen?" Bucky accused Sam.

"No, of course I didn't know that was going to happen." Sam was quick to deny Bucky's accusations.

"You think it didn't break my heart to see them march him out and call him the new Captain America." This was more directed towards you, following up to your conversation before Bucky cut in.

"This isn't what Steve wanted." Bucky wasn't going to back down.

"Oh my god. So what do you want me to do? Call America and tell them I changed my mind. " Sam's sarcastic reply did nothing but annoy Bucky's more.

"Like I told your wife. There is nothing we can do. You just couldn't wait for her to get home." You looked at Sam. It didn't appear to you that he wouldn't know.

"We broke up."

Another wave of pain hit you as you turned to look at Bucky, who was still not looking at you. How easy could he just say it with no emotions at all. You were fighting to get by every day, and he looked like he didn't care.

"What?!" Sam stopped suddenly once he heard Bucky's words, turning to the both of you.

"You,two lovebirds who literally broke laws to be together, broke up?" Sam couldn't believe his ears. He thought you would have gotten married by now. Your love for each other more epic than all the novels he read.

"Were you asked to give it up?" You changed the topic quickly, refusing to answer Sam's question or talk about your tragic love story. It hurt bad enough, and you didn't want to show it.

"Of course not." Sam heard you loud and clear. He also knew your question had pure intentions. You weren't here to offend him.

"Right, great reunion, guys. Be well." Sam turned to walk out, ending this conversation.

"You had no right to give up the shield, Sam." Bucky was angry, and he was showing it. In the wrong way.

"This is what you aren't going to do. You aren't going to come here in your over extended life and tell me about my rights." Three of you came to a stop.

"It's over." Sam added, looking at you as you came to stand next to Bucky.

"Besides, I have bigger things to deal with."

And you hadn't rest since.

It was, indeed, big thing to deal with.

You had no idea what you were getting yourself into when you impulsively followed Sam and Bucky into the plane.

It was a constant mess. The flag smashers. New super soldiers. Karli Morgenthau. Isaiah Bradley. Zemo. Madripoor. Power Broker. And the worst of them all. John Walker and Lemar Hoskins. It never ended.

All that chaos was a good distraction. You didn't have time to think about your broken heart nor to think about the current nature of your and Bucky's relationship.

It was complicated and confusing.

You fought very well together. Your combined sets of skills were lethal. Your collective training and ability to work together kicked in when needed. Away from that, the both of you barely talked. You acknowledged each other existence. That's how you would describe it.

However, you couldn't explain why Bucky refused when Raynor asked you and Sam to join them in the session in the police station. Or why he always made sure you stayed at least an arm distance away from Zemo. Or why did he choose to be the Winter Soldier for the night instead of you compromising your identity that you kept a secret all these years. Or why, that day at Madripoor, he almost took multiple bullets for you. Or why whenever John showed up, his hand would always find yours.

You were thankful you didn't have the time to think about all of this because you were sure you would have lost your mind. You barely had your emotions in checks. And there was a lot going on.

Then it all went crushing. You would never forget this day.

You followed Sam and Bucky, running out of the building into the street, only to see the calamity that just occurred.

John Walker stood proud with the blood-tinted shield above the man he just slaughtered.

Instinctively, your hand came up to wrap around Bucky's bicep, looking for any comfort for the both of you. This scene would forever be engraved in your memories.

Three of you gave John some time. You stood outside of the warehouse he was in right now. You knew if you all went angry, the results would be catastrophic.

But it was anyway.

You let Sam do most of the talking. He was the best in this. If anyone could convince John to hand over the shield, it would be him. So you stood and watched. But it appeared that the time you gave John Walker to cool down only drove him more over the edge. So, with the three of telling him to give up the shield, John Walker lost his mind.

It should have been an easy fight. A veteran and an avenger and two super soldiers. It shouldn't be hard. But neither one of the three of you was fighting was the intention to hurt John. Unlike him, John was fighting to kill. With his new powers, he was uncontrollable.

You let out a high-pitched scream once you saw John throw Bucky away, electrocuting his arm, making him lose consciousness. Then you watched as he straddled Sam on the ground. You needed to act quickly.

You groaned as you got up from the floor, looking at the cut in your arm. Nothing too bad. You told yourself as you ran toward John tickling him away from Sam.

It was just you and him, now.

And it was brutal.

You were still trying not to hurt him too much. However, he was unstoppable. So when he figured that he would lose combat with you eventually, he retrieved to other options.

Picking the shield and throwing it at you for it cause a cut in your chest was enough distraction for him to take out the gun he kept in his suit and shot you.

The bullets found their places in your stomach and legs. He aimed for places that you wouldn't recover from. You fell to the ground, coughing blood, feeling the bullets rest so deep in your body.

John walked towards you with the shield. He looked at you. His eyes were showing insanity and rage. He lifted the shield up and hit you in the chest. The pain was like no other. And you knew that was it.

It felt ironic in so many ways. Your bestfriend's shield. The shield that presented all of Steve's values and beliefs. The shield that helped once save your life. Now, it was going to be the weapon to kill you.

Of all the ways you thought you would die in, this wasn't even close. But when was life ever fair to you? At least you would have peace now. Your dying wish was for Bucky to know how much you loved him and how you wanted him to be fine and happy. Because you loved Bucky more than life itself.

You tried to distract yourself from the excruciating pain by counting how many hits of the shield would it take to end you.

You counted two.

You started coughing violently as you felt a weight got lifted off your chest. All your body going numb for seconds.

You saw Bucky was up once again, and he managed to corner John with Sam, trying to break his arm to take away the shield.

You desperately tried to get up and help them, but your whole body was on fire. Why was the serum not working?

A breath escaped you once you heard the sound of bone breaking. Only to realize breathing hurt. Everything hurt so bad.

With cuts on your arms and face, bruises on your ribs, wounds in your chest, bullets in your stomach and legs, you gave up, closing your eyes.

Because of your agonizing pain. You didn't hear Bucky beating the life out of John after taking the shield. He didn't stop until John passed out.

Bucky turned around and saw a sight that came straight out of his worst nightmares. He had seen it too many times. Woke up scared and sweating because of it. A sight that he knew would haunt him more than it already did.

Your lifeless body in a pool of blood.

He took careful steps towards you, praying it would disappear, and this would just be a nightmare of his. But the sound of your faint heartbeats made it real.

"Doll." Bucky got on his knees next to you, holding your motionless body in his arm.

You hissed in pain as you felt a movement that caused all the pain in your body to stir awake again.

"Bucky." Your voice was a whisper. You were too tired to open your eyes, but the feeling of the metal around you was familiar.

"I'm right here, doll." Bucky may not let it show in his voice, but if you opened your eyes, you would see the fear and tears.

"I need you to stay awake, okay. Can you do this for me? Please, stay awake." Bucky never felt this desperate before.

"Help is on the way." The three of you had already arranged with Torres to have an ambulance on stand-by. You had a feeling things would go bad. But not that bad.

"I'm tired." The amount of blood you were losing was making you too dizzy.

"I know, doll. But you will be okay." Bucky didn't care about the blood getting all over him as he pulled you closer to him.

"You will get better. Because you have to." He was saying it more to himself than you.

"I prayed for this." Talking was getting too hard, but you had to tell.

"What did you pray for?" Bucky was doing anything to keep you awake. He needed to listen to your voice.

"To die in your arms."

Bucky felt the tears escape his eyes, falling down freely on his face.

"You aren't dying. You will be okay." You heard it. The shakiness of his voice.

Fighting the great pain you were in, you opened your eyes to look at him. You wanted to see him one last time. This is why you prayed to die in his arms. So his face would be the last thing to see. This voice would be the last thing you heard. His arms the last thing you felt. Your farewell to the cruel world would be with the man who had been your heaven on Earth.

You lifted your arm with a moan of pain before you placed it on his cheek. You needed to say it. You needed it to be your last words.

"I love you, Bucky. I loved you my whole life."

With that, the world went dark.

You didn't get to see the mess that Bucky became as he heard your heartbeats slow down. His screams and desperate calls of your name to wake up.

He was so blinded by pain that he didn't let the paramedics near, protecting your body until he realized who they were. They didn't try to fight him when he insisted on getting in the ambulance with you.

All the time you were in the surgery, Bucky was inconsolable. He didn't care that Sam and Torres saw him as he sobbed, sitting on the floor waiting for anybody to tell you were fine. All he cared about was that he didn't say it back. You could die not knowing how much he loved you. The thought brought new tears to his already puffy red eyes

He prayed to God and anyone that would hear. If you were standing close enough, you would hear him. "Please, don't take her from me." "Please, let her be okay." "Take me instead of her." "She deserves so much better, please."

In his long life that was filled with hardships, torture, and wars, this was the worst pain he ever went through. He could feel his heart twisting and breaking. Every cell in his body was hurting. The emotional pain turning physical.

His eyes were dried up. Cheeks stained with tears. His mind going through all the worst scenarios. None of them he would be able to survive.

He jumped up from the floor when the door opened, and a doctor walked out. His heart was beating a thousand miles a second. All these prayers never leaving his mouth. His last hope.

"She is okay."

Tears of relief fell from his eyes. You survived it. You made it. The doctor talked about your injuries. With medications and the seurm, you would heal properly. Bucky didn't pay attention. His mind focused on one thing. He needed to see you.

After knowing your room's number, Bucky didn't leave your side. The doctor told him it might take a bit for you to wake up, but he didn't mind. He would stay forever.

It wasn't long before you woke up.

You opened your eyes slowly, adjusting to the bright lights. The last thing you remember was the intense pain. It didn't hurt as much now. You just felt so exhausted. You tried to move your hands, only to be blocked.

You looked down to see Bucky holding your hand so tightly and his head resting next to it. You could tell his eyes were swollen and his nose was red. But he looked peaceful sleeping. You missed him so much.

Without much thought, you moved your other free hand to his head, playing with his hair. It felt soft under your fingers. You blamed the serum that made him wake up from such a simple touch.

You smiled softly as you watched him, trying to remember where he was and what he was doing. He looked confused until he saw you.

"You are awake." Bucky got up from the seat next to the bed.

"Are you okay? Are you pain? What hurts? I'm going to call the doctor." He was frantic. He only stopped when you held his metal hand.

"I'm okay, Bucky." You reassured him with a smile.

You repeated it a couple of times before he finally sat back down on the chair. That's when you noticed he was still in his suit that was covered in blood. Your blood.

After he sat down, he looked at your intertwined fingers together and couldn't help the tears.

"What's wrong?" You asked as you moved your thumb gently on his knuckles.

"You scared the life out of me." He answered as he wiped his tears away.

"Though we were used to this, Barnes." You replied playfully, hands still together.

"Not when it comes to you. Never you." Bucky was fast to respond.

"Nothing I haven't been through before." You said it casually. You didn't miss the look in Bucky's eyes. It held too much depth to it. You couldn't put your hand on it

"Is your arm okay? Do you need to get it checked?" Flashbacks were coming back to you bit by a bit. As you touched his metal arm, you remembered what happened to him.

"You are in the hospital bed, and you are asking about my arm." Bucky's laugh was dry. He would always be in awe of how caring you were.

"I will never stop caring about, Bucky. Even if you don't want me." It was true. Nothing could make you stop caring about Bucky.

"Don't want you?" Bucky couldn't let your comment go by.

"Yeah. You don't want me anymore. It's okay. I understand."

"You understand?"

"I remind you of a bad time. The worst. And you had to move on. You had to cut ties with all parts of this time."

"Is this why you think we broke up?"

"Isn't it?"

You started telling yourself this after the breakup as a way to pick the shattered pieces of your heart. Of course, he didn't want to be with someone who held their bad time as a constant reminder on her body as scars. Or with someone who went through the same hell as him. He deserved someone better. Someone who wasn't so damaged.

And you understood.

"No, it isn't."

He was planning to tell you everything but not right now. But words just fell out from the tip of his tongue.

"I don't look at you and see bad time. I look at you, and I see all my failures."

You looked at him, baffled, not getting what he meant.

"I remember everything."

You still didn't know what he wanted to say.

"I remember what Hydra did to you. What they made you do for me. What I did to you."

"Bucky.."

"How they pushed you too far in the lies of not hurting me. How they made you watch as they erased you from my mind. How they made me fight you. Hurt you."

You were about to tell him how you didn't hold him accountable to any of this because it was never his fault. It was never his intention. You were sure Bucky would never hurt you. The Winter Soldier not too. But he cut you off.

"They took you because they knew how much you meant to me. How important you are to me. I was the reason you had to go through all of this."

"I look at you and remember how I failed to protect you. When that's all I ever wanted in life. To protect you. But I failed."

"Just like I failed today."

Before you could say anything, he kept going.

"I couldn't understand how you could still love me."

"I looked at the list of people I hurt, and your name was first. And you wanted to help me. You wanted to stay by my side. I couldn't live with the guilt. I still can't. I had to let you go despite how bad it hurts."

"But, doll, I want you to be sure nobody will ever love you half as much as I do."

It took years for Hydra to remove you from his mind. But what they didn't know was that they never fully succeeded.

At first, he would forget his name but remember his girl and everything about you. Then they become harsher, so he would only remember your face and name. Then, it became only your face. Then nothing. The blank paper for them to write what they wanted.

However, whenever Hydra made the both of you train together or go on missions, he would get this rush of flashbacks like a movie playing in his head once he was alone in his cell. It would be you. In different places and different ages. The Winter Soldier would convince himself that it must be his memories from past missions. Effects of being wiped too many times.

The soldier was never able to shake the feeling of guilt after a training session where he would be instructed to be tough with you. A feeling so foreign to him.

He remembers the first time he refused to hurt you. They made him watch from far as they tortured you. Then they wiped him again. Every time he showed any sympathy for you, he was wiped and handled roughly.

But all the efforts weren't enough. You were the first thing he remembered once he settled in Bucharest. That's when the guilt came in. It was you. The love of his love. His fiancée. And they got to you. And he couldn't save you.

Even after the blip, His thoughts kept going back to how he betrayed you and hurt you instead of protecting you like he was meant it.

But the worst part was how he thought he didn't deserve your love anymore. He thought you would resent him. So he decided to break his heart into two. He left.

You were the forbidden topic that Raynor wasn't allowed to go near despite how much she wanted. You were the centre of his nightmares. All of them. Past memories of both of you at Hydra. Missions and trainings. And the worst, losing you. Watching you getting killed. Nightmares that invaded him, and he was defenceless.

"I love you, and I'm so sorry." Bucky laid soft kiss on your hand.

"Let me ask a question, Bucky." He looked at you, tears still filling his eyes.

You didn't expect this to be the real reason why you and Bucky broke up. But you should have known. He was too good of a man.

"If it had been the other way you around, wouldn't you have done the same? Would you have hated me then?"

"I would give my life for you without hesitation. And nothing could ever make me hate you."

His answer was fast. That was the only thing he knew about himself. You come first, always.

"Then why are you surprised with what I did? You don't love me more, Bucky." You laughed softly, already feeling your ribs ache a bit.

You always had this running joke that Bucky loved you more than you did. And to a lot of the extent, it was true.

"You didn't deserve it."

"Neither did you."

You patted the spot on bed next to you, wanting him to be close to you. And he listened. He sat on the bed, hands never leaving each other.

"Haven't we been through enough? Haven't the world tore us apart too many times? Let us have this."

If he still loved you, then you should be together. You should be broken together. You should heal together. It was poetic how even in pain, you were still together.

Both of you understood each other better than anyone. You shouldn't be separated.

"You don't hate me?" It was Bucky's worst fear and biggest doubt. If the damage Hydra did was unrepairable.

"I can live hundreds of years and still be in love with you."

You squeezed his hand to make sure he knew how serious you were. "You are all I have ever known, Bucky."

With that, Bucky got up and moved so close to you. Your faces millimetres away from each other. His breath fanning over your face. His personal scent with dust and blood engulfing you. His blue eyes warming the inside of you.

"I got the best girl of them all." Bucky kissed you.

It was a soft, slow kiss. A sign of starting over. Of getting back.

You smiled in the kiss. Bucky used to say this all the time back then. You were known as Bucky's best girl. He used to call you that.

You broke away, feeling so much better now. Bucky rested his flesh hand on your cheek.

"I thought I lost you. I was so scared."

"You didn't. I'm right here."

"Though you will leave me before I say it back." You looked at him, puzzled.

"I love you, doll. You are the thing I live for. You are the purpose of my existence. I love you so much."

You didn't care about the pain as you moved up to meet his lips one more time. And he kissed you back right away.

"You owe me a ring and wedding, Barnes." You joked while you brought your other hand to hold into his suit to ground yourself.

He laughed before he moved away for a bit, and you already missed the closeness, and he wasn't far. You watched as he brought his dog tags out. You saw something bright with them but couldn't tell it was.

"Oh my god." You felt tears gather in your eyes as Bucky brought out the shiny thing closer.

It was your ring. Your engagement ring. The ring Bucky put in your finger many years ago. It was it. You thought it must have been lost that you didn't try to look for it, avoiding the disappointment.

But here it was. Bucky was able to find it. And he kept it with his dog tags. So close to his heart. Where you belonged.

Bucky got in one knee in his technical gear in a hospital room with you connected to IV.

"Doll, will you marry me?"

You laughed loudly that you felt pain shot again in your body. Bucky was next to you in an instant when your laugh turned to a cough.

"Third time is a charm." You said as you gave him your hand.

With another proposal in Wakanda before the snap, you managed to get Bucky Barnes on his knees three times for you.

He put the ring on your finger and pressed a kiss on your hand. "It will be. Mrs. Barnes." The name always had its sweet effect on you.

Bucky leaned in again to kiss you. And this kiss felt out of the world. Like a lifeboat before drowning. Water after the drought. Your rescue.

It was Bucky's promise of safety and security. Nothing and nobody was ever going to hurt you again. A promise of a safe home. Together.

You kept your forehead resting on his as your hand found its place once again on his suit.

"No to be rude, but you need a shower, babe." You could feel the dust on his face and the blood dried on his suit and skin.

"I will be okay. Probably going to fall asleep." You didn't give him a chance to protest.

"Plus, you know. I like my man nice and clean." You pecked his lips playfully.

The sound of the word "your man" falling from your lips referring to Bucky made his heart do little dances. Damn right he was your man.

"I won't take long." He kissed your hair before he got up and left to get himself presentable for his lady.

The world felt lighter, brighter, better. You felt happy. You were happy. You looked at the ring that held huge meaning for you. You weren't hurting. You were finally okay. You had your man back.

Who would have thought a near death incident would be the thing to give you back the man who always brought life to you.

[luna-rainbow]

i saw someone recently say that they preferred sambucky over stevebucky (either platonic or romantic tbh) because they felt bucky was happier not living under the shadow of his former self? suggesting that he intentionally spent most of him time post winter soldier away from steve because he didn't want to be compared to a former version of himself that he couldn't return to? I'm a big lover of stevebucky so the idea that steve wouldn't be able to stop comparing (even if subconsciously) post-ws bucky to pre-ws bucky made me question the ship slightly? or that bucky was actually happier without steve in the readjustment process bc he could become his own person without preconceived ideas of what he should be like hanging over his head. I've read a few fics about this and i kinda wanted to know what u thought - would steve's knowledge of the old bucky affect their relationship so negatively that bucky would be happier alone/with people unfamiliar with who he was before (sorry for the rambling question)

Thank you lovely for the very interesting ask! I love these kind of hypotheticals!

First and foremost, don't ever let anyone convince you that you're only allowed to ship one pairing. A lot of people DO only ship one ship, and kudos to them, but you are not a bad fan if you want to ship Bucky with multiple people. Heck, I got into Stucky via Sambucky, and uh…anyway, here I am.

The idea that "Bucky stayed away from Steve because he didn't want to be compared to old Bucky" is one of my favourite angsty "loss of innocence" tropes to explore -- because yes, that's going to be one of Bucky's major insecurities after the Winter Soldier. He isn't the same person as before and no matter how hard he tries, he's never going to go back to who he was before.

The absolutely fascinating part, then, is how a fanfic writer decides to address this. So yeah, I can see this as the jumping board for a SamBucky story (or any other non Stucky ship).

But this is also a concept that not only fits in well within the Stucky fanon/narrative, it's also crucial to explore in order to bring the two of them back together. How does Steve accept that Bucky has changed, and how does Bucky come to trust that Steve accepts this changed version of him?

The answer is, for me, this is Steve we're talking about. Steve with all his tenacity and empathy and loyalty. This is Steve who's known Bucky since childhood, who probably knows Bucky better than the current Bucky remembers himself. This is also a Steve has fought one of the bloodiest wars in history. He is young, but he's not naive. The people of his time didn't have the right words for it - but he has seen a lot of mental health issues on the field. He's come out on the other end of the war still believing in the goodness of humans (his "I'm willing to bet I'm not" speech), so I have no doubt he will look at Bucky and see that -- yeah, you've changed, you've had terrible things happen to you for well over half a century, but you are also still the same kind soul that I grew up with, and that kindness is what's most important; I can still see him in you, even if you are different, and I believe you deserve all the love I can give you.

And you know what, there IS canon evidence that Steve believes in Bucky, believes in the goodness that couldn't be burned away with 70 years of brainwashing. Sam saying to Steve - (Bucky) isn't the kind you save and he won't know you - and Steve replying without an ounce of doubt in his voice, "He will." Or Steve going after Bucky to save him from the SIT because "he'd have done the same for me".

I think another crux is that recent gif set - the "I'm following the little guy from Brooklyn" speech. That was a vow - it was Bucky saying "I loved you (platonically/romantically/wte) when you were a poor disabled scruffy kid in the dumps, and I will love you just the same even if you're a buff blue-eyed Adonis." Their story, as always, encircles each other's - it is now Steve's turn to say "I loved you when you were a nerdy protective flirt and I will love you just the same even if you're disabled and scruffy and dealing with horrendous PTSD". I think that vow also highlights just how important Steve was, even at that point, to Bucky, which means…their loyalty will always draw them back to each other. Once Bucky sees Steve has faith in him, he will have faith in himself to rebuild his identity in a way that's true to him.

It really depends on the writer, but most versions I’ve seen in which Steve and Bucky separate (over this issue) write Steve as either obtuse, selfish or emotionally immature…which is not how I read him to be. I think he has the emotional maturity to accept that Bucky will have similarities but will also have stark differences to who he once was...but then, time leaves its mark on everyone it touches, not just Bucky (I kinda touched on that concept on my "Learning to Want" fic *self plug*). It's a rough road and on some days there's going to be more setbacks than progress, and yeah on some days Steve is going to get frustrated and upset and maybe even a little defeatist, but I think both he and Bucky have that tenacious survivor streak in them that will pull them through, especially if they're together.

[iamleesi]

THE HUNTERS & THE SOLDIER

Pairing: Avenger! Bucky Barnes x OC! Avenger Reader

Summary: Crowley brings you… somewhere

Warnings: Mention of demoniac things, few demons here and there, mention of torture and some creepy (but not much) stuff. -> 18+!!

Other: I hope someone still remembers this but I’ve been busy lately so yeah. At this point there are only a few chapters left before the story ends, so enjoy. Also I think this is one of my favorite chapters of this fic so far.

-> Masterlist

-> Part fourteen ; part sixteen

-> Ready To Comply (15)

"Who ordered you to kill me?" You asked, managing to keep your voice steady and firm even though, inside, you didn't even know what you were feeling.

Dean hesitated before giving you an answer. "Fury."

Your heart sank down into the depth of your stomach at that revelation. It had been a decade since you first encountered Fury, and in that time, he had been the sole person capable of breaking through your defenses in order for you to start the healing process you didn’t even know you needed. Despite his usually cold demeanor, you saw him as a mentor and, if we want to be completely honest, even as some sort of father figure.

To discover now how he had ordered Dean Winchester to eliminate you, for reasons you still didn’t know, left you reeling. You couldn’t fathom why, considering you posed no threat to society or anyone else for that matter, you were an Avenger - and you became one because he wanted to, even. So the situation was even more absurd.

Amidst the shock, your gaze locked onto Natasha, who was as close to Fury as you were. “Nat?” You questioned, looking for an answer in her eyes.

“I didn’t know.” She responded immediately, her tone sincere. Her shock mirrored your own, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of doubt that gnawed at your mind.

If it wasn’t for Bucky’s tight grip on your hand that, somehow, managed to bring you some sort of comfort, you would have probably lost your temper not long ago. You turned your attention back to Dean. “Why did he send you?”

But before Dean could reply, Crowley interjected, his smirk was an evident sign that he was enjoying the chaos he caused. “Why listen to another word he has to say if I can simply show you?” He proposed.

“No.” Sam said firmly, shooting a lethal death glare in Crowley’s direction. “Emma, this is not what you think. You can’t let him play with your mind, we’re not the enemies here.”

You clenched your jaw at Sam’s words, and you would have believed him in other circumstances. But you wanted one thing, and the only one who could concretely tell you something was Crowley. “Show me.” You said, capturing everyone’s attention. You tried to free your hand from Bucky’s grip, but he tightened it even more.

“Gladly.” Crowley chuckled, his amusement evident as he winked at Dean before he snapped his fingers.

Bucky’s grip tightened again on empty air this time, as he stared in disbelief at the spot where you stood only moments ago. Natasha and Cassandra mirrored his shock on their faces, but the other three men looked defeated.

“Where did they go?” Bucky demanded, scanning the room for any trace of you, struggling to comprehend your sudden disappearance with a mere snap of fingers.

You, on the other hand, stumbled nearly falling gracelessly on the ground as reality seemed to shift around you. The familiar living room melted away in an instant, replaced by what looked like some kind of cavernous throne room, some of the darkness was offset by the warm glow of countless flickering candles.

The single window, positioned right below the ceiling, illuminated the imposing throne situated right in the middle of the room. The throne itself was carved from black stone and the sculptures on it were nothing more than what you believed were demoniac faces that seemed to move under the flickering lights.

The stench of sulfur lingered in the air, but for some reason that didn’t bother you as it should probably have. After you took your sweet seconds to look around you, you finally noticed you weren’t alone; in the shadows, stood humans figures with pitch black eyes. Their soulless eyes were fixed on you, but they didn’t seem ready to attack, instead they were simply studying you.

Crowley sauntered over to his throne, and seated himself with a smug, satisfied grin. The people, whom you assumed were demons, parted respectfully as he gestured for them to leave, and you two were left alone in his territory now. Perhaps you didn’t really have the smartest idea.

“Who are you again?” You asked.

“Crowley, the King of Hell. Forgive me for the mess, I didn’t expect to have guests today.” He chuckled, and only then did you notice the skeletal remains of more that one person scattered around at the front of the throne’s stairs.

“And what are we doing here?” You asked, meeting Crowley’s gaze. “I asked you to show me why Fury wanted me dead. This doesn’t give me much of an explanation.”

Crowley huffed impatiently. “I will.” He conceded with a nod. “In time. It’s a long story, and I don’t provide services for free.”

“I’ve already declined your ‘loyalty’ offer.” You reminded him, referring to the conversation from the previous night. “I’m not interested.”

He rolled his eyes at you, an exasperated sign escaping his lips. “Fine, fine. I understand your hesitance. Let me clarify: I’ll reveal everything about your past, or almost, in exchange of a small favor.”

“So you no longer want my loyalty?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

“Oh, don’t be stupid.” Crowley scoffed. “I do want that, that’s my goal. But I need to give you something, I assume, for you to see that I can be trusted. Take this as a start, we can help each other.”

You pondered his proposal, torn between your desire for answers and the logical part of your brain that urged you to walk away. But you wanted answers, and as of now he seemed to be the only one that was willing for giving you some. “What do you need me to do?”

“There’s someone who’s been a constant thorn in my side ever since your little old friends decided to meddle with my Wendigos.” Crowley confessed, his frustration evident at the mere mention of the situation. “I need your help in using one of those creatures to extract this individual’s soul for me.”

“Huh?” You frowned, bewildered by the request. “Why can’t you do that yourself? Apparently Wendigos are demoniac creatures, or that was what I was told, and you said you’re the King of Hell. Are you just some sort of cheaper version of Lucifer?”

“No, you stupid kid. And don’t give me that look.” Crowley retorted, his irritation palpable. “It’s already embarrassing that I need your help to do so, you don’t need to know why just yet. But don’t worry, this ‘someone’ isn’t a person; it’s a demon. Simply killing it won’t cut it for me, I need to personally torment his soul for all eternity to find satisfaction!”

You couldn’t help but scoff at his words, even if his reaction was quite amusing. He seemed to boil. “Torturing a soul for eternity? Don’t you have hobbies?”

Crowley’s expression darkened at your mocking tone, irritation clear on his eyes. “You find this amusing, don’t you?” He retorted sharply, his patience wearing thin. “I assure you, it’s not! Asking to a little creature like yourself for something I could have done myself if it wasn’t for— I don’t even have the words to describe how pathetic this is!”

You couldn’t suppress a small laugh at Crowley’s outburst, but it was more the exasperation operating for you than anything. “You look desperate. Why do you want to torture this demon?”

“That is none of your concerns.” He snapped. “I’ll find a Wendigo for you to control, all you need to do is give the order. It will be our little secret, will you help me or not?”

“Give me my answers first.” You nodded. “And then I’ll help you.”

“Very well.” Crowley leaned back on the throne, his muscles seeming to relax a bit as his usual grin made its way on his face again, seeming pleased with the answer. “But I need you to show you something else first, enjoy the little trip; I’ll find you in time. It was a pleasure making business with you.”

You didn’t have the time to question absolutely anything because Crowley snapped his fingers again, waving at you as you disappeared.

The world around you shifted for the second time that day, and the next thing you knew was that you stumbled into a dim alley, the scent of garbage from a nearby dumpster assaulting your senses as you tried to steady yourself on the wall next to you.

“Damn you, Crowley.” You muttered under your breath, feeling way more disoriented that the first time he teleported you somewhere.

Glancing down, you realized your clothes had changed; instead of your usual attire, you now wore a simple vintage dress, the fabric rustling against your skin - what the actual fuck.

You stepped out of the alley, thinking that for a brief second you were just going crazy for real for once, but the smell, the sounds, the view - it was all more than real. The city around you buzzed with life, the streets were crowded and people, dressed in clothes you only saw in old movies, walked past you laughing loudly. An old-fashioned car rumbled by and in the background there was an unfamiliar music coming from somewhere near you.

You started to walk, blending in the crowd. You occasionally glanced over your shoulder, scanning for any potential threats, unsure of what to expect or look for. After a few blocks, you turned a corner and spotted a newspaper stand, approaching it with the hope to find some answers.

The headline caught your eye immediately: ‘Next Moves of the Dictators.’ Beneath it, a black and white photo of Hitler and Mussolini stared back at you. Your brow furrowed as you picked up the newspaper, not understanding why would they be on the first page since those two thankfully and rightfully died a long time ago. You searched for a date to make sense of it all, but before you could find it, an old man snatched it from your hands.

“You need to buy this before reading, or get the hell away from here!” He scolded, waving the newspaper at you as if to shoo you off.

You stepped back, fighting the urge to talk back, going to God knows where. The city wasn’t familiar and it seemed rather old, but it was certainly big and you had no idea of what do to. You didn’t know why the fact that Fury sent Dean to kill you was connected to where you were now, but you were starting to think you had been fooled by Crowley. He was a demon after all, and those creatures weren’t worth the time.

As you kept walking with no idea of where you were going, a sudden scream echoed from a nearby corner. Your instincts kicked in, having the best of you, and you hurried towards the sound without a second thought. The alley was rather dark, but you were able to see three distinct figures - all men, unfortunately - standing there. Well, two of them were standing and one was on the ground.

“Pick on someone your own size!” One of the two men shouted, his familiar voice making you freeze on the spot. You saw the other man rushing past you like a coward, while the other one helped the guy get up from the ground. “Sometimes I think you like getting punched.” The same man said.

Both men didn’t seem to notice you as the taller one draped an arm around the scrawny boy and they began to walk in your direction. And exactly as you suspected, as their faces came into view, your jaw dropped to the floor.

“Hey doll, did you get lost?” Bucky fucking Barnes said, looking at you up and down with a charming smile on his face. He didn’t have the beard on like he usually did, and he seemed younger than what he looked like just half an hour ago, when you had last seen him.

Then, you eyes shifted to Steve who looked nothing like the Steve you knew: he was way shorter and looked on the verge of death, basically, compared to what you were used to. That was surely the Steve before the Super Soldier serum, which meant Crowley sent you back in time.

“What- what year is this?” You blurted out, trying to keep your voice steady.

Bucky and Steve exchanged puzzled glances at the weird question. “It’s 1943?” Steve replied, confused, his brows furrowing in concern. “Are you sure you’re okay, Miss?”

You nodded, trying to process everything with a fake smile on your face. “Yeah, everything’s fine… I’m just a bit disoriented, that’s all.”

“Well,” Bucky stepped forward, extending his hand. “I’m James Barnes, but my friends call me Bucky. And this here is Steve Rogers.”

You shook his hand, playing along. God, if it was strange. “Nice to meet you, Bucky. And you, Steve.” You tried to mask your shock, acting as if you didn’t already know them personally.

The three of you made your way out of the ally and back to the streets, Bucky at your left and Steve at your right, as you tried to make sense of this senseless situation.

“So, Emma.” Bucky said casually, a smirk playing on his lips. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing alone so late at this hour?”

You let out a nervous chuckle because you didn’t know that yourself. “I was with… a friend and he just kind of…disappeared.”

Steve frowned, his concern deepening at your words. How could someone leave a woman alone at night in a crowd full of people? It wasn’t safe. “That’s not very nice. New York can be a tough place, especially at night. Would you like us to walk you home?” Steve kindly asked.

“Uhm…” You heard raced as you tried to came up with an excuse. “No worries. I don’t live here, and I don’t want to miss the opportunity to visit New York before I go back home.”

Bucky raised a brow at your words, turning his head to look briefly at you. “Well, in that case, we definitely can’t let you wander around alone, this is your lucky night! Consider us your personal tour guides.”

Great. You didn’t know why the fuck Crowley sent you back in time, but you had a feeling that it had something to do with Bucky or Steve, because why would he send you back to the exact year where Bucky fell in Hydra’s hands? But then again, his decision seemed a bit dramatic when he could have just told you what you needed to know an just be done with the whole thing.

“I would love that.” You politely answered, as you let the men - mostly Bucky - guide you around the streets of the city. Steve stayed silent for most of the time.

Needless to say, Bucky was unrecognizable. He talked with a little charming grin always present on his face, and you didn’t miss the way he winked down at you a few times as the three of you spent time together. He was unusually chatty, talking with a confidence you had never saw in him - and then the sadness hit you. After every word he said, your heart felt heavier; that was the real Bucky, the one that wasn’t constantly worried about what people thought of him. He was the joyful man that wasn’t scared to speak his mind, nor the grumpy super soldier who stared at people until they were scared shitless. All because he didn’t know how to communicate properly.

You didn’t know what hour it was or where the men were taking you; under normal circumstances, you would never have wandered around New York streets alone with two men you had just met. But this situation was different. You knew them, they were good people, and most importantly, they were probably the only ones who could give you a clue about what was going on since everything started to lose sense ever since you met Crowley. Even long before that, if you thought about it.

It took an hour or so and an ice cream for the three of you to finally sit down on a bench, a bit away from the crowd. You took a relieved breath - those shoes were deadly, and you swore some blood was coming out from the back of your feet because of them.

All of the people around were focused on someone talking in a stage nearby, but you couldn’t clearly see who it was from where the three of you were sitting. All you heard was that he was talking about making flying cars in the future, which was amusing considering you knew for certain that something like that didn’t exist yet in your year.

“That’s Howard Stark.” Steve said, some of his ice cream falling and staining his shirt.

“Howard Stark?!” You said, your eyes searching through the crowd, trying to see his face. “The Howard Stark? Tony-” You stopped yourself before mentioning Tony’s full name, remembering he wasn’t even born yet. You never thought of being in a world without that infuriating man in it.

“The one and only. You didn’t know he would be here tonight? It’s a pretty big deal.” Bucky smiled, nonchalantly draping his arm on the edge of the bench behind your shoulders, thinking you wouldn’t notice.

But you did. And you didn’t push him away. You hated to admit that it made your cheeks heat up - you hated the feeling. Plus, you needed to remember that the man sitting next to you wasn’t your- the Bucky you knew, so you couldn’t feel that way. Still, if you could control your emotions, you would.

“I heard a thing or two.” You lied, turning your head to look at him. His eyes were set towards the stage, trying to catch a glimpse of Stark, but he couldn’t due to the crowd. You, however, were admiring his side profile - he was so pretty you almost forgot where you were, so you quickly looked away.

“Do you mind if I get back home?” Steve asked, gaining your attention. “I don’t feel well.”

Bucky turned to look at him, concerned, before a hint of of realization hit his features. “Steve.” He warned. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“You’re the one who does stupid shit.”

You fought back the urge to scold him by saying ‘language’, but that was an inside joke between the Avengers and the future Steve, so you held your tongue.

Steve got up from the bench, his ice cream dripping on the ground and onto his hands, making him swear under his breath one more time.

“You’re a punk.”

“And you’re a jerk.” Steve remarked, though it was clear from his tone that it was all in good fun. Despite the playful banter, Bucky’s concern was evident. “It was nice meeting you, miss. Hope to see you around again.” Steve added with a polite smile.

“It was nice meeting you too, Steve.”

“Bye, Stevie.” Bucky waved.

With one last nod from Steve to Bucky, the scrawny boy walked away in his oversized clothes, leaving you and the not-yet-super soldier alone.

“Why do I have the feeling he’s gonna get in trouble?” You said, once the blonde man was no longer in sight.

Bucky let out a small laugh at your comment, scooting closer to you, still hoping you didn’t notice. “Oh, I assure you he will. It almost sounds like you know him, doll.”

“Eh, almost.” You replied with a forced chuckle, playing with the hem of your dress, which left part of your thighs and legs uncovered.

Bucky’s eyes flickered briefly to your exposed legs before he quickly looked away, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. He cleared his throat, trying to keep the conversation going. “You better eat that ice cream or it’s gonna melt.”

You then remembering the food in your hand that he payed for earlier, which miraculously was still half intact. “Are you sure you don’t want one? We could go back and get another for you.”

“Nah, I’m fine.” He denied with a polite smile, as you ate your ice cream. “You seem a little lost in thought. Is everything alright? Perhaps I’m being too-”

“No, no, no, everything’s alright!” You immediately said, making some of his worries fade. “I’m just… thinking about how different everything is here. It’s like stepping into another world, compared to where I live.”

Bucky chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “But there’s something charming about it, don’t you think? Sometimes it feels like… an illusion.”

You nodded, ignoring the odd feeling you suddenly felt. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. It’s nice to slow down a bit and just be in the moment, you know.”

Bucky watched you for a moment, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I’m glad you think so. At times we get so caught up in everything that we forget to enjoy the little things.”

You felt a shiver as a cool breeze hit your skin. Bucky noticed and without a word, he slipped off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. “Here, you need this more than I do.”

“Thank you.” You said, pulling the jacket closer. It smelled faintly of him.

You both fell into a comfortable silence, the sounds of the city in the background. You took another bite of your ice cream, feeling the cold sweetness melt on your tongue. Bucky watched you, his eyes softening with each passing moments.

“You have a little…” Bucky gestured to the corner of his mouth, indicating you had ice cream on your face.

You laughed, quickly wiping it away with your thumb. “Thanks. I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, it happens to me all the time.” He chuckled, shaking his head.

You turned to face him, your eyes meeting his. “I know the question might seem odd, but do you know a certain man named Crowley?” You needed to shoot your shot.

“Crowley?” He let the name roll on his tongue. “Doesn’t sound familiar, no.”

“Mh.”

“Why?” He inquired, genuinely curious.

“Nothing serious, just… trying to understand something.”

As the sky darkened further, the soft glow of streetlights began to illuminate the square. The moment felt almost normal, if you ignored the fact that the only normal thing there was you - and that said a lot. You were completely lost: you didn’t know what you had to look for, and you were convincing yourself that maybe all you had to do was wait. Also, you believed that you made a mistake by trusting, even if for a brief moment, Crowley.

But the mistake was made and you couldn’t go back in time, so all you did was sit there and wait. Something had to happen at some point, right?

Bucky’s hand moving from the back of the bench to gently brush against your shoulder was the thing that dragged you out of your thoughts, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I know it’s only been a couple of hours…” He began, locking his eyes to his. “But I feel like I’ve known you since forever.” He said softly. “It’s strange and creepy, I know, but I can’t shake the feeling.”

And oh, if he only knew.

“It’s not creepy.” You assured him, after all he did know you. Just not in 1943, where you currently were.

Bucky’s eyes flickered to your lips, and for a moment, everything else faded away. He inched closer, his face just mere inches away from yours. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, his presence overwhelming in the best way possible and that scared you shitless, you could not feel that was about him.

And yet, you did nothing to put an end to it.

Just as he was about to close the distance, you heard a distant shout from the crowd, breaking the spell - thank to fucking God. You pulled back immediately, almost flying away and falling off the bench.

“Sorry, that was too soon, wasn’t it?” He then asked, scratching the bridge of his nose, his voice hushed.

“A bit.” You nodded, as if that was the problem. You tried to steady your breathing as you searched for a way to change the subject. Your eyes scanned the diminishing crowd, and you finally saw what was happening on stage. “Stark didn’t do a great job with that car, did he?” You said, letting out a small laugh as the car that was supposed to fly crashed to the floor.

“No, he didn’t.” Bucky replied. His tone was much colder that it had been just a moment ago. “But he was great, wasn’t he?”

You frowned as you turned to look at him. “Was?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, his eyes darkening. “Too bad I’ve killed him.”

Time froze the second he pronounced those words. Your breath caught in your throat, the playful atmosphere evaporating in an instant, almost as if it was never there. “What?” You whispered, unable to comprehend what you had just heard.

Bucky’s gaze was hard, but there wasn’t any emotion behind them; he looked like a mannequin, deprived of the humanity he seemed to have until that moment. “I killed him.” He repeated. “And I enjoyed it.”

Before you could respond, something strange happened.

Bucky’s image flickered, like a glitch in a video game. His warm, reassuring presence distorted, his face morphing between the gentle Bucky you had been talking to and the cold, emotionless mask of the Winter Soldier.

The place around you began to distort as well. The trees, the benches and the people - all started to blur and flicker, replaced by cold, sterile walls and harsh fluorescent lights you knew too well. The cheerful sounds of the square gave way to the ominous hum of machinery and distant, tortured screams.

Once the flicker stopped and you found yourself in what you were sure was a room in a Hydra base, in front of you stood the Winter Soldier, his metal arm visible due to the lack of sleeve.

“Bucky?”

Behind him stood Crowley, his hands in his pocket as he looked at you smirking. “Soldat?” He called, and you saw Bucky tensing visibly.

“готов подчиниться” The Soldier said.

Ready to comply.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Now our shadow is gone

Peter Parker X Male Rader

Request: Andrews peter Parker x male reader where reader and peter have been recently having some problems with peter always being out and peter thinks reader is cheating and they eventually both have outbursts at each other? You can end it fluff or not 🩵

You have been married to Peter for two years now. You always supported him in everything and as a hero. Peter always supports you in everything even if you doubted yourself. You and Peter have been dating since freshman year of college, then broke up for a month then got married before senior year. But you and Peter lived in a small apartment in Hell's Kitchen, for a short time then found a better place.

Everything started to go well, you and Peter were in the honeymoon phase. But that changed fast months later because Peter would stay out all night. It was every single day, you would stay up late waiting for him. When he would come back, you and Peter would argue. That made you lose trust in Peter, you don't if he is saving people or having an affair. You felt lost and unsure about everything in the marriage.

It was your wedding anniversary with Peter. He promised he would make it on time and you couldn't stop smiling about it. You got dressed and went to the restaurant to wait for him. You sent him a text to let him that you are there. An hour went by and you are still waiting for him, but he didn't text back. You kept waiting and you sighed, now you are feeling about yourself.

“Can't believe I thought he would come” You mumbled

You sent him another text but he didn't reply. You keep staring at your wedding ring and you are lost in your thoughts. You wanted to cry but you held it in, then you start to look at the ceiling for a few seconds. You waited until closing time then you went home. Peter did arrive home but at six am and you just ignored him. Peter didn't apologize and he went straight to bed.

You start to work late and Peter didn't notice. Now, you and Peter don't talk or show affection to each other. You watched Peter leave the apartment and didn't say anything. Before he would kiss then tell you what time he will be back. You look out the window and he gets in a strange car. You stare at the wedding picture of you and Peter on the wall.

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You came home with lots of bags. You went to the mailbox and tried to open it. But you dropped your phone and key on the floor.

“Ugh!” You whined.

“I will pick it up for you,” He said.

He bends down to grab your stuff and gave it to you.

“Thank you so much” You smiled.

“No problem. My name is Bucky Barnes” Bucky said.

“Oh that's right, the new neighbor. You live down the hall from me” You said.

“Yes, I do. Do you need help with the bags? I don't mind” Bucky said.

Before you can answer, He picked up a few bags. He followed you to your apartment and he put the bags by the door.

“I appreciate you helping me, Bucky,” You said.

“What’s your name? You never told me” Bucky said.

“Oh, sorry. My name is Y/n and I'm married to Peter” You said.

“It’s good to meet you. If you ever need anything, let me know” Bucky said.

“Thanks,” You said.

Peter saw Bucky come out of the apartment. He watched Bucky go into his apartment then Peter opened the door.

“Hey, Peter,” You said.

You are opening the mail but you don't smile at your husband.

“Who was that?” Peter asked.

“His name is Bucky and he lives down the hall. I needed help with the bags” You said.

“Are you having an affair with him?” Peter asked.

“Are you fucking serious!? You come home, and instead of saying hi you accuse me of cheating!?” You yelled.

“He seems your type!” Peter yelled.

“You have lost your damn mind! Wait, are you having an affair!? Because you are gone all night then you ignore me as if I'm your crappy roommate” You said.

“You are being stupid, Y/n. I'm out saving people!” Peter said.

“Screw you, Peter! You are out every single night! And when you are home, you don't bother to spend time with me. I don't even know what is like to have a husband” You said.

You and Peter go back and forth accusing each other of cheating.

“Where are you going!?” You yelled.

He didn't answer, he just left and slammed the door hard. You formed your left hand into a fist and you are breathing hard.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✫

You and Peter did agree to go to couples therapy. You went and you wait for your husband and he is late. The therapist would wait but started to write down notes. Thirty minutes went by and you got angry. The therapist started to ask you questions and you started to open up. But Peter never went or called you.

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You and Peter have been arguing non-stop, it gets worse every time. He thinks that you are having an affair with Bucky and Peter stays out all night. You and Peter haven't tried to fix the problems, mostly ignore each other.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Bucky asked.

“I’m fine. Just a long night” You said.

“I know how that feels. If you ever need someone to talk to, you can come to my place” Bucky said.

“Thanks,” You said.

You go home. Peter is home and he still thinks that you are having an affair with Bucky.

“Were you with him again?” Peter asked.

“Peter, I'm tired of this and this so-called marriage. I think you are cheating on me” You said.

“What are you trying to say?” Peter asked.

“You are living like a single man and I’m tired of trying when you don't bother to try. I think we should separate from each other and I will move out” You said.

“I'm not cheating on you, Y/n,” Peter said.

“I don't believe you at all. When I ask where you have been, we end up arguing as if I shouldn't know where you have been” You said.

“I’m tired of arguing with you every day,” Peter said.

“I feel the same way. I think separation is good for us, now you don't have to hear me nag about what you do” You said.

You walk away and went to the bedroom, you start to pack your clothes. You and Peter are feeling angry and lost at the same time. You don't tell Peter where you will stay, you left and he didn't stop you.

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Update!

The TTMAB epilogue is drafted and has already been through many rounds of edits, so get ready! I know it's been a long time coming now (compared to how quickly the rest got posted), but now I'm taking an extra day or two to make sure it's exactly what I want it to be.

I'm planning to get it out to y'all in the next few days. In the meantime, thank you so much for sticking with me. This is by far the longest thing I've ever written and the first multi-chapter fic I've managed to complete, and I hope you all have fallen in love with this story as much as I have. Here's an extra little sneak peak:

Bucky crosses his legs and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, still looking up as if he can see the entire universe if he only squints hard enough. “We’ve been through a lot together, haven’t we?” “Have we?” Bucky looks over at Gale again, scoffing in disbelief, but he finds Gale hiding a smirk as he presses his cheek to his knee, watching Bucky. His hair is messy again from running his hand through it, the gel never holding for long, and Bucky rolls his eyes, reaching a hand out to ruffle it some more.  “It’s worth it,” he says matter-of-factly, letting his eyes drift back to the stars. Gale scoots closer and lets his head fall against Bucky’s shoulder. “It’s our life,” he agrees. He doesn’t need to emphasize the our; it’s as if there was never any doubt in this universe that his life would be John’s and John’s would be his. “Sometimes I can’t really believe I made it here.” “You were never gonna take no for an answer.” Gale doesn’t know exactly which part of Bucky’s life they’re talking about. He wasn’t going to settle for less than the astronaut corps. And he wasn’t going to settle for less than Gale either.  “I said sometimes,” Bucky mutters, but there comes a point, no matter how badly you’ve always wanted something, where it doesn’t feel real anyways. He doesn’t quite know what he did right to make it to this very spot, even if he can trace his exact path, every single step and crossroads and difficult decision. Sometimes, all he feels is fucking lucky.

[serzhantkris]

Something Worth Fighting For-17

Summary: You’ve just begun to settle into life as an Avenger when a mission gone awry divides the team in half, and a familiar face shows up just in time to make you second guess your every choice. Third installment of the Worth Fighting For Series.

Words: 1292

Author’s Note: Hello. Hi. Yes, it’s me. It has been…. 3 years. Three. Years. Since I wrote this story. Yes, I know. You might be thinking, “Kris! We thought this story was over. We thought you had abandoned us!” The truth is, life got in the way. Covid happened. A new job. Another new job. Moving. You know, life. But I never ever forgot about this story or about you guys. This is my gift to all of you, for my 5k and some odd followers. For those of you who were here when this story began, for those of you discovering it for the first time.

And, yes. Because I know someone will surely ask, the answer is yes. There will be another installment in this series.

Now, without further ado. The final part of “Something Worth Fighting For.”

“Are you ready?”

The steady thrum of the monitors filled the open, empty space of the laboratory. Shuri dragged her hand across the front of the holographic projections, her focus sharp as she took in the details of each graph as it appeared before her. She was double, triple, quadruple checking every heartbeat, every brainwave, checking his blood pressure, glucose levels, pH balance— every minutiae of what made a person a person, Shuri’s eyes darted over each bit of data with precise detail, looking for any imperfections that would halt the process about to unfold it the laboratory.

T’challa rested his hand on your upper back, leaning close when you did not respond to his inquiry. Your focus was entirely on the cryogenic chamber in front of you. You reached out, your hand trembling as your fingertips touched the thick, frozen glass. “Can he hear us yet?”

“Not yet,” Shuri said, swiping the holographic screen away. She turned towards you and T’challa, plucking her tablet off the table next to the chamber. “Vitals are good. Everything’s reading normal.”

You drop your hand from the glass, looking at the tablet in her hands. “And you’re sure it worked?”

Shuri’s eyes flicker between you and T’challa. “It was difficult,” she said. “It isn’t as simple as hitting a delete button. I had to run an algorithm to flush the influence of the trigger words while retaining the core context and content of the original memories, and keeping the things that make him… him.”

“But did it work?”

Shuri scoffed, as though offended you felt the need to ask. Months of your life was spent in this very lab, the only thing separating you and her being the chamber that housed Bucky. You knew her well, and trusted that if she said he was ready, she meant it.

That didn’t stop the anxiety that had made itself a home in your gut for the past six months.

“Believe me,” she said, tapping at her table. “No one will be more disappointed than I if it doesn’t work.”

You flash her a half-hearted smile. “Somehow I sincerely doubt that,” you said. She smiled back at you, moving towards the consol that would slowly- as not to send his body into shock- wake Bucky from his six month slumber. “Do you think- Should we have woken him up sooner? When we found out-“

“You did what you thought was right,” T’challa said, nodding at Shuri. She pressed buttons on the consol, and the chamber began emitting a low hum. “What’s done is done. You cannot change it now.”

You nod, stepping away from the chamber. The ice under the glass was clearing away, the blurry image of Bucky beneath it slowly coming into focus. Your stomach churned as the anxiety started to crawl higher in your body, worming its way up your chest and creeping into your throat. Nausea rolled over you in waves, and without a moment to spare, you darted through the door into the laboratory bathroom. The door slid closed behind you automatically as you gripped the edges of the toilet, emptying the contents of your stomach. The anxiety did not go with it, instead clinging to you with newborn ferocity.

Even once the vomiting had passed, you remained in the toilet, eyes pinched shut, trying to get a grip on yourself before you exited.

You heard movement beyond the closed door, then speaking. Bucky’s voice was low and course from disuse, but distinct. Hearing him speak, you became ill again, and then everything was quiet and still.

You wiped off your mouth, rinsing it with water from the sink. You flushed the toilet, and paused for just a moment as your wedding ring glinted in the fluorescent light.

We can still have a life when I wake up.

You steel yourself, and pass through the door.

He can’t remember if he dreamed or not. He doesn’t think so- he never dreamed before, when it was Hydra on the other side of the glass. At least, if he did, he never remembered. When his eyes flutter open, awake for the first time in- however long it’s been- he almost panics, the memory of waking up a clean slate in a dirty room clear in his mind. But this room is white and open and smells like chemical cleaner, nothing like the places he used to wake up. The fear subsides, quickly, and he’s still just Bucky. For now.

It’s disorienting, waking up and trying to remember where you are, how you got there, who you are. But it comes back slowly, like trudging out of deep water. His body comes back like his memory, the feeling slowly creeping through his fingers and hands, his feet, legs, and finally, he raises his hands and grips the edge of the chamber to pull himself out.

Shuri is right next to him, looking between him and her tablet. T’challa is on the other side, offering him a hand. He takes it, his feet still unsure. “Hey there, doc.”

Shuri offers him a smile. “Welcome back, Barnes. Try not to move too quickly just yet.”

Bucky nods, still holding onto T’challa’s hand and the edge of the chamber. The world seems to tilt and slide, and his eyes squeeze closed to ward the dizziness away. He lets go of T’challa’s hand, pinching the bridge of his nose.

A violent, muffled retching sound echoes from another room. Bucky furrowed his brows, trying to pinpoint the sound, but everything was still fuzzy. Something heavy is hanging around his throat, and he grabs at it, squinting against the too-bright light of the laboratory to get a better look.

A pair of dog tags hang on a long chain, jingling against a heavy ring of metal.

His wedding ring.

“Y/N,” he mumbles, voice cracking from disuse. “Where’s Y/N?”

Shuri and T’challa exchanged glances, their lips pressed into fine lines. A mechanical whir sounded through the open air as the bathroom door slid open.

And there you were. Standing in the doorway, only steps away, a halo of fluorescent light behind you. The haze of waking and heaviness in his body seemed all the lighter for seeing you. You were as beautiful as the day he went under, as though not a moment had gone by. He could almost believe that he’d laid down and barely closed his eyes at all before waking again.

And yet, all the same, he became instantly aware that time had passed; more than weeks, less than a year. He knew this because of the swell in your stomach, your hand resting gently over your belly button.

The space between you was a long pause. Bucky’s lips parted, struck with dumbfoundedness, an utterly perplexed expression on his face. You stood, silently, heart hammering against your rib cage as you waited for him to say something, anything at all.

“You’re pregnant?”

You nod, holding your breath.

His first few steps are slow and heavy. Like a newborn foal, his legs shake under him, and then his strides are long and quick and with purpose, and when he throws his arm around you and buries his nose in the crook of your neck, you breathe again. His whole body shakes and he squeezes you tightly, his embrace swallowing you.

He’s crying when you put your hands on the sides of his face, prying him away just enough to find his lips with yours. His mouth is dry and his beard ragged, but he tastes sweet and warm and his kiss takes the breath from your lungs. You had been waiting for this moment for six months.

And now that you finally had him, you were never letting go.