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take me home J.B.
pairing: husband!bucky barnes x f!reader
wc: 1.7k
trope: secret wife / secret relationship
warnings: not proof read. rip. i'll edit the mistakes tmr lol. this is another self indulgent piece bye
timeline: idk this is not a canon event but just imagine endgame never happened. i like to imagine him with the metal arm (not the vibranium one) but i think this can be seen with any
summary: the team discovers bucky's relationship with you when bucky searches for you in the hospital after hydra attacks new york
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“we just got the last of them on the east side. does anyone need backup?” natasha’s voice rings through the comms. tony’s response comes within a few seconds.
“air is neutral up here.”
“we’re just about wrapping up here,�� steve adds on. “let’s reconvene on fifth and check in with emergency services.” he glances at bucky who stands on his left, stoically waiting for the next command. bucky nods at steve’s silent question, you ready?
they step over a pile of rubble. bucky reloads his gun, placing it back in its holster and starting a light jog as steve leads them away from the scene behind them. hydra had sent many reinforcements after the team had done a recon mission at an abandoned hydra base that was unknowingly more important to them than the avengers had initially realized. new york came to bear the consequences, just as the city always did. something about high populated cities… or whatever steve told the team as they were gearing up a few hours ago.
they turn the next few blocks and see sam land beside wanda and clint, his wings collapsing into his jet-backpack. tony joins them, already starting his updates.
“nypd called in the national guard to detain as many of the human reinforcements as they could,” he fiddles with some tech on his arm. “emt said graybar, seagram, and chanin had some pretty heavy bombings. victims are being relo-”
“chanin?” bucky cuts in. most of his teammates look at him with shocked faces. “did you say the chanin building?”
“yes, tinman.” tony retorts. “victims are being relocated to the closest hospitals in the area.”
“which ones?”
slightly annoyed, tony turns to look at him. “does it matter?”
bucky’s jaw clenches. “yes. it does.”
sam cuts in.“there’s five hospitals within a mile of here, there’s no way you’re going to know where one person went, bucky.”
“i don’t give a fuck.” he’s definitive and it shuts everyone up. “i want to know which hospitals.”
with a sigh, steve concedes and jogs over to the paramedic perched on the end of an ambulance, assisting a woman with a cut on her eyebrow.
bucky decides to make his way over too, only hearing the tail end of the conversation as steve says ‘thank you.’
“well?”
steve sighs again. “he said lagone is the closest, but frank ross hospital and tisch are taking in some too because the influx is so bad.”
bucky doesn’t even reply, jogging off in the direction of the first hospital and leaving steve in the middle of the road, stunned.
clint breaks the silence. “where is he going?”
“to the hospital, i guess?” steve sounds unsure in his response, still watching as bucky gets smaller and smaller as the distance between them increases.
“maybe we should go with him.” wanda suggests. “we still need to debrief and do our write ups.”
natasha gives her a side eye and wanda laughs.
“just following orders.” she exaggerates, teasing natasha and steve for their insistence on following the protocols.
“alright let’s go, then.” tony thrusts upward, sam following him up as everyone else begins to jog in bucky’s direction.
but bucky is fast. they don’t realize how much until they almost lose him two blocks over. they trail behind him as he bursts through the emergency room, charging towards the front desk.
“do you have a patient named y/n?” he begins to spell out your name letter by letter until the desk attendant interrupts.
“sir, i need you to step into the waiting room unless you need immediate medical care.” the room around them is a flurry of crying people, overwhelmed nurses, and helpless policeman who try to reorganize the growing number of patients.
“no, i need you to check if you have a patient under the name of y/-”
the team stands by the entrance, watching the interaction unfold but not quite understanding it.
“who is he looking for?”
everyone turns to steve assuming he knows, but his face shows just as much confusion. “i don’t know.”
“please,” bucky starts again. “do you have a patient register for today’s patients?”
with a click of her tongue, she hands bucky a clipboard with several papers on it. bucky’s eyes scan the names, worry etched on his face when he doesn’t see yours.
“sorry.” he mumbles, leaving the clipboard on the counter and turning around. he stops when he sees the team, but moves past them when he remembers what he’s doing.
anxiety is gnawing at him as he finds his motorcycle parked by the quinjet a few blocks away. he immediately drives off towards the next hospital, worried as ever that something has happened to you. you aren’t answering his calls, not texting him back, and he can’t find your location on the little app you taught him how to use. he doesn’t know what else to do.
the team can barely keep up, trying their best to help the people around them as they trail after bucky. they still don’t know what he’s doing or who he’s looking for.
by the third hospital, bucky is fed up and on the verge of a breakdown. he only has so much patience at this point, and sam is all too familiar with the signs.
“do you have a patient under the name y/n?” it’s the third time in the last hour he’s desperately asked a nurse at a front desk. he does the same thing, spelling out your name letter by letter until the nurse interrupts him.
“you’ll have to wait to check the registry list after all the patients have been attended to.”
“how long is that going to take?” his voice is laced with attitude, and he almost feels bad if not for the pit of anxiety swelling in his stomach.
“sir, you’re wasting my time.”
“bucky, c’mon, let’s go.” steve reaches to hold bucky’s shoulder, but he shrugs it off.
“no, goddammit!” he’s fuming, turning back to the nurse. “i need you to tell me if you have a patient, y/n barnes. i’m her next of kin.” he slams his fist on the counter. steve takes a step back towards sam, in shock at the information.
“does he have, like, a niece?” sam asks. “did he tell you anything about his sister? maybe she had a family after-”
“yes, i see her name listed here. only immediate family can see her.”
“i am immediate family!”
“sir, unless you are a parent or her husband, you need to wait until all th-”
“i am her husband!” he slams his ring down on the counter, gripping onto it like he depends on it, because he can’t risk losing you. “take me to see me wife right now.”
with a nod, she leads bucky down a hallway of rooms, turning left into the very first room. she makes her way back towards the front desk where steve has now approached.
“hi, ma’am. would you mind if-” steve gestures towards the room. the nurse’s jaw drops at seeing the vibranium shield, clint’s bow, and tony stark standing there with a partially deconstructed nano-tech suit.
“go right ahead.” she stutters out, watching the avengers trail after the man with the metal arm. they stop in the doorway, huddled as they watch.
“y/n?” bucky steps towards the hospital bed.
you aren’t even laying in it. you’re sitting on the edge of it staring out a window, back facing the door. at the sound of his voice, you whip around. tear streaks stain your face.
“bucky, oh my god-” you run into his chest, engulfing him in a hug. he sighs into your hair, smelling you and breathing in relief at the sight.
“you’re okay, it’s okay.” he coos, rubbing your back. “what happened? are you hurt?”
you shake your head, still nuzzled into his chest. you peer up at him, “paramedics found me unconscious. it’s just a concussion, but they brought me in anyways. i just have a couple stitches.” you gesture to your calf. “rough fall after i got knocked out, i guess.”
he nods, pulling you in for a kiss. it’s desperate and full of love and every emotion he’d felt in the last two hours.
“i thought- i thou-”
“no.” you cut him off. “i tried to find a phone but nothing was going through. i saw the weird alien dogs coming from a giant truck, and- and the hydra symbol was plastered all along the sides i thought maybe they-” you can’t even finish your sentence, too overwhelmed at the possibility.
“never.” he kisses your forehead, holding your face in both his hands. “they could never take me from you.”
you rest your forehead against his, inhaling the scent of your husband and gripping onto him because you never want to leave him again.
“so..” tony cuts in. “wife?”
“tony!” natasha scolds. “get back here!”
clint tries his best not to laugh but he can barely hold it in.
sam is next to join in. “when did this happen?” he looks at steve with a quirked brow. “did you know?”
“i swear i didn’t.”
“a wife.” sam repeats. “you didn’t know your best friend has a wife.”
“he’s a trained spy!”
“and a former soviet asset.” clint confers. “you’d think you would keep more tabs on the guy.”
steve rolls his eyes, turning his attention back to bucky.
“is she really your wife?”
bucky nods reluctantly, a little sheepish as you hold up your left hand to show them your rings.
“for four years now.”
“FOUR YEARS????”
“sam-”
“and you NEVER SAID ANYTHING?”
“guys” nat pays no mind to sam’s ramblings. “i think we can all agree how hard it is to live life as an avenger. it’s not like clint was exactly honest about his family, either.”
“i thought you were on my side!” he huffs.
“whatever.” sam pouts. “i wish i could’ve gone to the wedding.”
“we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” bucky smiles appreciatively at steve, who starts moving back towards the exit. “maybe we can talk about this when everything settles down and she gets out of the hospital.” steve looks at you, really looks at you, for the first time. deep down, he’s glad his best friend found the one thing he’s wanted his whole life. “right bucky?”
bucky nods.
“okay,” steve smiles understandingly. “debrief is tomorrow at noon. don’t be late.”
bucky turns back to you as the team leaves your hospital room.
“i guess the secrets out.”
bucky nods in agreement. “i’m really glad you’re okay.”
you kiss him again, “take me home, bucky.”
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Slowly…

Bucky and Y/N have been dating for a while, but have yet to explore anything more intimate than making out like teenagers. Maybe things will change when Bucky finally faces his fears.
Warnings: smut. Oral f!recieving. Protected p in v sex. Slight fear of intimacy. Touch starved Bucky?
The hum of the Stark Tower HVAC system was basically white noise.
Bucky Barnes sat sprawled across the couch, one arm looped loosely around Y/N’s shoulders, the other cradling a steaming mug of chamomile tea. Both of them contently sleepy. The windows stretched tall across the living room wall, casting gold-tinged light from the setting sun over the exposed brick and sleek furniture, remnants of Tony’s compulsive over-design.
Y/N, nestled into Bucky’s side with a blanket tugged over both of their legs, sighed softly. Her head was tucked perfectly beneath his chin, like it belonged there. Bucky liked that. He liked that a lot more than he’d ever admit aloud. Especially since Sam would absolutely never let him live it down if he caught wind of Bucky Barnes being the little spoon. Again.
“You know,” Y/N said, voice low and thoughtful, “you’re actually not as terrifying as everyone makes you out to be.”
Bucky huffed a laugh, lifting his mug in mock salute. “Thanks, doll. I’ll make sure to update my LinkedIn.”
She laughed against his chest, the sound vibrating into his sternum and tugging a rare, genuine smile from him. “No, seriously. You’re... sweet. You hold the door open. You bring me coffee just the way I like it. You’re weirdly obsessed with The Great British Bake Off.”
“I plead the Fifth.”
“Oh, come on. You cried when Rahul won.”
He groaned, tilting his head back against the couch and covering his face with the vibranium hand. “I didn’t cry. I just - had feelings. That’s normal. Rahul is a very talented man.”
“You’re soft.”
“I’m six feet tall and made of war crimes.”
She snorted. “You’re my soft war crime.”
“Jesus Christ.”
They lapsed into a comfortable silence. The kind that only came after months of slow trust-building, of soft confessions over late-night tea, of tentative hand-holding and the quiet awe in Bucky’s eyes when she didn’t flinch away from the cold press of metal fingers. It wasn’t perfect, Bucky still had nights where he woke up gasping, sweat-soaked and angry at ghosts only he could see, but Y/N never left. Never treated him like he was broken or dangerous. Just… human.
He hadn’t realized how much he missed being seen as human until she came along.
“You ever think about…” Y/N began, then paused, fingers tracing idle shapes along his thigh. “Us. Like, going further?”
Bucky blinked, the words taking a second to register through the sleepy haze.
“Further?”
She tilted her head to glance up at him, cheeks flushed. “Yeah. Like… more than just kissing on your couch and pretending we don’t both want more.”
Oh.
Bucky’s breath hitched, but not from discomfort. Not exactly. More like the entire world had suddenly gone still and very, very focused.
He’d thought about it. Of course he had. He was a hundred and six years old, not dead.
But there was always a wall. Not one she had built. Y/N had never rushed him, but one he’d carried with him since Hydra carved up his mind like Thanksgiving turkey. Intimacy meant vulnerability. And vulnerability had always gotten him hurt or used.
“I do think about it,” he said finally, voice soft. “All the time, actually.”
Y/N shifted slightly, giving him room to see her expression. She looked open. Patient. Like she wasn’t expecting anything except honesty. That helped. That grounded him.
“But I also think about messing it up,” he admitted. “I think about what if I freeze up? Or what if I have some flashback in the middle of it and ruin everything?”
“You wouldn’t ruin anything,” she said immediately. “You could never ruin this.”
He wanted to believe her. Hell, part of him already did. But old instincts didn’t die easily. He reached for her hand with his metal one, letting their fingers twine together. That felt real. Solid.
“I guess I just need to know you’re okay with taking it slow. That you don’t feel like you’re waiting for me to turn into someone else.”
Y/N’s smile was soft and fierce all at once. “Bucky, I didn’t fall for the Winter Soldier. I fell for the guy who leaves sticky notes on the fridge reminding me to drink water. Who calls Sam ‘bird brain’ like it’s a love language. Who watched all three Lord of the Rings movies with me even though he thought Frodo should’ve just used the eagles.”
“Don’t tell me I was wrong.”
She laughed, then leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. “I’m okay with slow. I’m okay with whatever pace you want. I’m here because I want you.”
Bucky let out a slow breath, tension he hadn’t realized he was holding bleeding from his shoulders. “Okay,” he murmured. “Then yeah. Maybe we take that step. Sometime soon.”
A beat.
The quiet stretched out like a warm blanket, thick with anticipation. Bucky’s thumb traced the line of her knuckles, and the room felt too hot and too cold at the same time. He knew he could say no. He knew she’d understand. But the way she said it - so gentle, so earnest - he couldn’t find the words to refuse.
“Soon,” she murmured, reading the hesitation in his eyes. “Whenever you’re ready. I just - I want you to know that I’m here. That I want to be there for you, every step of the way.”
Bucky nodded, his throat tight with emotions he hadn’t let himself feel in so long. It was strange, this feeling of safety, of belonging. It didn’t sit easily with him, but it was growing more familiar with every beat of her heart against his side. He swallowed hard, trying to find the right words.
“You make it easier, doll,” he said finally. “You make a lot of things easier.”
Y/N leaned into him, her arm curling around his waist. Her hair smelled faintly of coconut shampoo and mint toothpaste. The scent was comforting, like home.
“I’ll always be here for you, you know that,” she whispered, her breath warm against his neck. “For all the hard parts. And the easy ones too. For the baking shows and the bad jokes and the quiet nights just like this one. I’m all in, Bucky. Whatever it takes to help you feel whole again.”
The weight of her words settled into his chest, nestling in alongside his beating heart. It was a heavy burden, but somehow, with her, it felt lighter.
They watched the light change outside the window, the sky deepening into shades of purple and pink. The sounds of the city grew distant, swallowed up by their shared warmth. Bucky’s arm tightened around her, pulling her closer, and she curled into him, her hand coming to rest over his heart.
It was a promise. A silent vow.
He took a sip of his now lukewarm tea and sighed, the warmth of her against him a stark contrast to the cold metal of his arm. It was moments like these that made him feel alive, made him realize that maybe, just maybe, he could have a life beyond the shadows of his past.
“What’s the first thing you’d wanna do?” he asked, turning to look at her. Her eyes searched his, looking for any signs of doubt or fear. But all she’d find was the truth. The reality was that, at present, their sex life was non-existent.
Y/N thought for a moment, her expression softening into a smile. “I don’t mind….what would you want to do..?” She didn’t want to commit to something that he wasn’t comfortable with.
Bucky considered this.
"I just want to be with you," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I want to hold you, and kiss you, and just… explore. Nothing crazy, just… us. Getting to know each other that way."
Her smile grew, lighting up the room even as the shadows grew longer. "That sounds perfect," she whispered.
The air was thick with a tension that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with desire. He could feel the pulse of her heart beneath her palm, and he knew she felt his too, a steady rhythm that grew stronger with every breath they took together.
They sat for a while longer, just watching the day turn to night. Bucky's mind raced with the possibilities of what this could mean for them, but he forced himself to stay present, to enjoy the simplicity of their entwined fingers and the warmth of her body.
Eventually, Y/N sat up, her hand slipping away from his heart to rest on his cheek. She turned to face him, her eyes searching his, looking for any trace of doubt. But all she found was a man who was ready to take the next step.
“Okay,” she said, her voice steady. “Let’s go slow. We’ll figure it out together. No pressure, just us getting to know each other more intimately. I’m here, Bucky. We’re in this together, remember?”
Bucky nodded, his pulse quickening at the thought of what lay ahead. It had been so long since he’d allowed himself to be this open with someone, to let go of the fear that had become second nature. But with her, it felt possible.
They stood up, and he set the mug of tea down on the side table with a gentle clink. Y/N reached for his hand, lacing her fingers through his. She led him to the bedroom, her movements sure and unhurried.
The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn just enough to allow the fading light to cast a soft glow over the bed. Bucky felt his heart rate spike as she turned to face him, her gaze never wavering from his own. She stepped closer, her hand sliding up to his chest, then around to his neck.
Her touch was tentative at first, a gentle question. But as Bucky leaned into it, she grew bolder, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, her thumb brushing against his lower lip. He closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath, and she leaned in to capture his mouth in a kiss that was sweet and full of promise.
Her other hand slid down his side, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt. Bucky’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, the heat between them growing with every second. The kiss deepened, and he felt the first stirrings of something he’d almost forgotten - desire, untainted by fear or duty.
When they broke apart, panting slightly, Bucky opened his eyes to find her smiling up at him. She reached for the hem of her shirt, her movements slow and deliberate. He watched as she lifted it over her head, revealing the soft curves of her body.
He took a deep breath, his metal hand hovering over her bare skin for a moment before he let it rest gently on her waist.
Y/N's eyes searched his, looking for the answer to the unspoken question. Bucky nodded, his decision made.
They moved in unison, Bucky helping her to remove the rest of her clothing, his movements slow and careful, as if handling something fragile and precious. Each piece of clothing that fell away revealed more of her, and with it, a part of her soul that he hadn't seen before. Her trust in him was palpable, a silent demand that he not break her. And he knew, with a sudden fierceness, that he never would.
Her skin was warm under his touch, and she shivered as he traced the outline of her collarbone with his thumb. He felt his own heart racing, a thunderous beat that echoed in his ears.
They lay down on the bed, the mattress giving slightly under their combined weight.
Her eyes never left his, the same gentle expression on her face that had been there since the moment she’d brought it up. He felt the pressure of her hand, the softness of her skin, and the way her breath hitched as he kissed her again, his metal fingers brushing against the softness of her stomach. It was a strange sensation, this mix of cold and warm, of hard and soft, of past and present.
Bucky’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but he pushed them aside, focusing only on the here and now. He didn’t want to think about the past, didn’t want to ruin this moment with the specter of his former life. This was about them, about what they were choosing to build together.
He leaned over her, pressing tender kisses along her neck and collarbone, feeling the thrum of her pulse beneath his lips. Her skin was like silk, and her scent was intoxicating, a blend of warmth and vanilla that he’d come to associate with home. Her breathy sighs were music to his ears, each one a silent encouragement to explore further.
Her fingers danced over his shoulders, her nails lightly scraping against his skin as she guided him closer, urging him to explore. His heart hammered in his chest, a reminder of the life he had reclaimed, the humanity he had fought to keep.
Their kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as if they were both trying to convey the depth of their feelings without words. Bucky’s hand traveled up her side, feeling the curve of her hip, the softness of her skin, the warmth that emanated from her core. He was acutely aware of every touch, every breath, the way she arched into his mouth when he kissed her just right. It was as if he was mapping out a new territory, one that was uncharted and full of wonder.
The room was filled with the sound of their mingled breaths, the rustle of fabric, the quiet sighs that escaped their lips. Y/N’s hand slipped under his shirt, her fingers brushing against the warmth of his skin. He stilled for a moment, waiting, but she didn’t pull away.
Bucky felt something unlock inside of him, a door that had been sealed shut for so long he’d almost forgotten it was there. It was a rush of sensation, of need, that made his head spin and his heart race. He kissed her again, harder this time, his hand sliding down to the small of her back, pressing her closer.
Y/N’s legs parted, inviting him in, and Bucky’s heart stuttered in his chest. He’d never been this intimate with someone who knew all of him, who had seen the darkest corners of his soul and chosen to stay. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
He took a moment to breathe, to steady himself. He didn’t want to rush this, didn’t want to scare her away with his intensity. But when he pulled back, her eyes were dark with desire, matching the pulse in his veins. She didn’t look scared. She looked hungry.
They moved together in a dance that was both new and familiar, their bodies speaking a language that didn’t require words. He felt the heat of her skin, the softness of her curves, the way she molded against him as if they’d been made for this. It was a revelation, a reminder that he was more than the sum of his parts.
Bucky’s hand slid up her thigh, his thumb brushing against the lace of her underwear. He felt her shiver and knew that she was just as ready as he was. He took a deep breath, trying to slow his racing heart. This was it. The moment he’d feared and craved in equal measure. But with her, it didn’t feel scary. It felt right.
Y/N’s hand reached for the hem of his shirt, her eyes never leaving his. He raised his arms, letting her pull it off. The cool air of the room kissed his bare skin, making him shiver. She traced the lines of his abs with her fingertips, her eyes taking in every inch of him with a mix of awe and affection.
“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, her voice a warm caress against his ear.
Bucky felt a blush creep up his cheeks, a rare and welcome sensation. He’d never been one for compliments, but coming from her, it felt like the most profound truth he’d ever heard. He kissed her again, his hand sliding up to cup her breast, feeling the weight of it in his palm.
They moved together, exploring each other with gentle touches and whispered sighs. Bucky’s mind was a blur of sensation, each new discovery a revelation. The way she tasted, the way she felt, the way she made him feel. It was like coming home after a long, cold war, finding warmth in the most unexpected of places.
He felt her hand on the elastic of his sweatpants, and he stilled for a moment. This was the part that had always been a minefield before. But she didn’t look up at him with fear or hesitation. Just love. So he let her continue, his breath catching in his throat as she touched him, skin to skin.
Y/N’s hand was warm and sure, and Bucky couldn’t help but gasp as she touched him, her thumb rubbing against the sensitive skin just beneath the waistband. The fabric was the last barrier between them, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear.
With a trembling hand, Bucky reached down to help her, his heart racing as he pushed his pants down. The coolness of the air against his skin was a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies, and he watched as she took him in, her eyes wide and filled with a hunger that made him feel alive in a way he hadn’t been in decades.
They kissed again, a kiss that was more than just a meeting of lips, it was a declaration of trust, of love, of the shared hope that this could be the start of something beautiful. He felt her hand slide down, her fingertips dancing against his skin, until she reached the bulge in his boxers, and he let out a soft groan that seemed to resonate through the very core of his being.
Her hand was tentative at first, exploring his hardness with gentle strokes. But as Bucky’s grip tightened on the sheets and his breathing grew ragged, she grew bolder. Her touch was a whispered promise of what was to come, a gentle reminder that she was here for him, that he wasn’t alone.
He slid his hand down to cover hers, their fingers intertwining as they found a rhythm that sent shockwaves through his body. The warmth of her hand, the softness of her skin, the way she looked at him - it was almost too much to handle. But he didn’t pull away. He leaned into it, craving more.
With a tremble, Bucky reached for the clasp of her bra, his metal digits fumbling slightly. But she was patient, smiling up at him as he finally managed to free her from the garment. Her breasts were perfect in his eyes, the soft mounds fitting perfectly into his palms. He brushed his thumbs over her nipples, watching as they pebbled beneath his touch, and she gasped into his mouth. The sensation of skin against skin was electric, sending currents of pleasure through him that he hadn’t felt in what felt like an eternity. He’d been so afraid of this moment, but here it was, and it was nothing like he’d feared. It was gentle, it was kind, it was everything he’d hoped for.
He broke the kiss to kiss his way down her neck, her chest, her stomach. He took his time, savoring each new inch of her that was revealed to him. Y/N’s breath hitched as his mouth reached the apex of her thighs, his tongue tracing a line along her inner thigh before dipping closer to where she was wet and waiting for him. He felt a small twist of doubt and self consciousness, he hadn’t actually done this since the 40s.
Her legs fell open to encourage him, and Bucky took a moment to breathe her in, to appreciate the trust she was giving him.
“It’s okay, sweetheart.” She assured. He kissed her gently, his tongue teasing against her slit, her taste a rich mix of sweetness and desire. Y/N’s body arched off the bed, and she let out a soft moan, her hand sliding into his hair to guide him, to show him just how she liked it.
Bucky took his cues from her, his touch gentle and explorative. He’d never been with someone who knew the extent of his past, who had seen the monster he’d been made into. But here she was, her body open to him, welcoming him in. Her thighs trembled around his head as he worked his way down. His tongue found the spot that made her gasp. She was wet, slick against his mouth and he groaned, his cock pulsing with every soft whimper she made.
He could feel the tension coiling in her, tightening like a spring. Her hips began to move in time with his strokes, her breath coming in short and sharp gasps. He didn’t know how to do this, not really. But he knew he wanted to make her feel good. So he listened to her body, her sounds, her whispers of need. He focused on her reactions, learning what she liked, what made her squirm, what made her moan.
Small, quick flicks of his tongue over her clit seemed to send her reeling.
Y/N’s hands tightened in his hair as he worked her over, her body shaking with the force of her restrained pleasure. He could feel it building, the way she moved against his mouth, her legs tightening around his head, her breaths turning to pants. Her nails scraped against his scalp, a delicious pain that only served to drive him on, to make him want more, to make her feel more.
And then she was coming, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm, her muscles clenching around his tongue. Bucky felt a surge of pride, of accomplishment, of pure, unadulterated joy.
He pulled back, kissing his way back up her body, feeling her pulse throb against his lips. She was beautiful, so beautiful, laid out before him like this. “Bucky,” she breathed, her eyes half-lidded and glazed with pleasure. He leaned over her, his forehead touching hers. “You’re sure?” he whispered. She nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips.
Bucky reached for the bedside drawer, his hand shaking slightly as he pulled out a condom. He’d had them there for months, hopeful and terrified, but they’d remained untouched. The foil packet crinkled in the quiet room, a sound that seemed unnaturally loud in the wake of their shared intimacy. Y/N watched him, her eyes never leaving his face, her trust in him unwavering. He rolled it on, feeling the familiar tightness in his chest, the echoes of fear that had haunted his every intimate moment. But as he positioned himself over her, her legs wrapping around his waist, he knew he could do this. For her, with her, he could overcome his worries.
He pushed inside her, slowly.
The world outside the window had gone dark, but the room was bathed in the warm glow of the bedside lamp. Her eyes were wide, watching him with a mix of excitement and concern, and he knew he had to get this right. For her, for them. Her heat enveloped him, and he felt his own walls crumbling, the last of his barriers falling away. He’d never felt this connected to anyone before, not like this. It was as if they were two lost pieces of a puzzle finally finding their place.
Their movements grew more frantic as the passion built, their kisses deep and desperate. Bucky felt the ghosts of his past trying to claw their way back in, but he pushed them away, focusing solely on the woman beneath him. Her nails dug into his back, her legs tightening around him as she matched his rhythm, urging him on.
The sounds of their bodies moving together filled the room, a symphony of sighs and gasps and moans. Each thrust was a declaration of his need for her, each kiss a promise to keep her safe. Bucky’s heart thudded in his chest, a drumline of hope and desire. He’d been so afraid of this moment, but here it was, and it was nothing like the horrors he’d anticipated. It was raw and real and everything he’d ever dreamed of.
Her nails scored down his back as she arched up to meet him, her breaths growing shallower, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. Bucky felt the tension in her body, the way she tightened around him, the soft mewling noises that escaped her throat. He’d never felt so alive, so present in the moment. Each stroke was a promise, a declaration that he was here, with her, and nothing else mattered.
Their bodies moved in harmony, a dance that transcended the chaos of the world outside. His metal hand found hers, their fingers entwining as if to anchor themselves in the present. He could feel her pulse racing beneath his touch, the way she clung to him as if he were her lifeline. And maybe, in a way, he was.
The world narrowed down to just the two of them, the only sounds the slap of skin and the harsh pull of their breathing. Bucky’s eyebrow was furrowed. He watched her face, the way her lip got pulled between her teeth in concentration, the softness of her cheeks flushed with passion.
Her breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as she neared the precipice again.
Their passion was palpable, a force that transcended the physical, reaching into the depths of their souls.
Her eyes flew open, meeting his, and in that moment, something changed. He saw her, not just the woman he desired, but the person who had seen his darkest moments and chosen to love him regardless. And she saw him, not as the damaged soldier, but as the man who had fought to survive and come back to life.
Their movements grew more deliberate. Bucky’s rhythm slowed, his strokes deepening, as if trying to etch himself into her very being. He felt her inner walls quiver, a sign that she was close, and he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. But he wanted to give her everything she needed, to show her just how much she meant to him.
Y/N’s breath was a pant on his skin, her chest rising and falling rapidly. He leaned in, pressing kisses along her jaw, her neck, the soft skin of her collarbone. They were both hurtling uncontrollably towards the edge…
Her body tensed around him, a silent plea, and Bucky knew he couldn’t hold back anymore. He thrust into her, feeling her nails dig into his back as she cried out his name, her body shattering into a thousand pieces. He watched her come undone, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure that sent him over the edge.
With a guttural groan, he followed her, his orgasm tearing through his muscles, leaving him trembling and spent. He collapsed onto her, his heart hammering against hers, their breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath. The warmth of her body was like a medicine to his soul, a gentle reminder that he was more than just a weapon, that he was loved.
They laid there for a few moments, their hearts beating in sync, the only sound in the room the gentle rustle of the blanket around them. Bucky felt the warmth of her skin, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, and the reality of what they had just shared settled heavily on him. It was a moment that had been months in the making, a moment where fear had been vanquished by love and trust.
He leaned up on his elbow, looking down at her. Her eyes were closed, a soft smile tugging at her lips. He couldn’t help but trace the curve of her cheek with the back of his hand, feeling the heated skin under his fingertips. He’d never felt more alive, more human, than he did in that moment.
“You okay?” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him with a softness that made his chest ache. “More than okay,” she said, her voice a whisper.
He leaned down to kiss her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her lips. Her hand slid up his chest, her touch featherlight and reverent. It was as if she knew just how much this meant to him, just how much of a milestone it was.
They lay there, tangled in the sheets, their bodies still slick with sweat. Bucky’s mind was racing, but in a good way. He’d done it. He’d faced his fears and come out the other side. And she was still here, her arm wrapped around his waist, her breathing evening out as she snuggled closer to him.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice still rough from their earlier exertions. Y/N opened her eyes and gave him a sleepy smile. “For what?” “For making it okay,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “For making me feel like I can do this. Like I’m not just some… some broken toy that nobody wants to play with anymore.”
Her eyes had a glassy pain in them. “Bucky, you’re so much more than that. You always have been. And I want to play with you.”
He couldn’t help but laugh, the sound low and warm. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
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A small gift 🎁🫶 (We’re ignoring mistakes)
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Deserve you | Drabble
Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: fluffffff
A/N: Heres the sweet one. 🫶🏻 debating on doing an angsty one lol Happy valentines day 💞
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The first thing you notice when you wake up is warmth.
Not just the cozy kind from the blankets wrapped around you, but a warmth that settles deep in your chest, the kind that only comes from Bucky pressed up against your back, his arm draped lazily over your waist. The slow, steady rise and fall of his breath against your skin is hypnotic, anchoring you in the quiet, golden glow of early evening..
You both got back late or was it considered early from a stake out, not that it mattered.
Outside, the world is still and heavy with fresh snow, the soft hush of it settling against the windowsill. The setting sun filtering through the curtains casts everything in a muted glow, turning your shared space into something dreamlike, something sacred.
You shift slightly, and before you can get too far, a strong arm tightens around you, pulling you flush against his chest.
“Mmm, don’t move,” Bucky mumbles into your shoulder, his voice thick with sleep, gravelly in a way that makes something in your stomach flip.
A soft laugh escapes your lips as you lace your fingers through his, feeling the contrast of warmth and cool metal against your skin. “You say that every time.”
“‘Cause it’s true,” he grumbles. His lips brush against the nape of your neck, a lazy, featherlight kiss that lingers longer than necessary. His smile is slow and content against your skin.
It’s these moments that make your heart ache in the best way, the way he clings to you in the early hours, the sleepy, half-mumbled words that slip past his lips, the way he holds you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.
“You’re warm,” he murmurs, lips grazing the shell of your ear.
“You’re clingy,” you tease, though you don’t move away. You never do.
His grip tightens just slightly, as if in silent agreement. “’S’only ‘cause I love you.”
You feel those words settle inside you, low and deep, like they belong there. Like they were always meant to. No matter how many times he says it, it still sends a rush of warmth through your chest, still feels like something you’ll never get tired of hearing.
You roll over, finally facing him, and your fingers reach up to smooth the dark strands of hair away from his forehead. He looks utterly at peace like this, eyes still heavy-lidded with sleep, but there’s something else there too. Something softer. Something real.
“And I love you Bucky Barnes.”
“Can't believe that, never can.” His lips twitch into the laziest smile, the kind that makes your stomach flip, the kind he only ever gives you. His fingers trace slow, absentminded patterns along your spine, grounding himself in you, in this.
“Stay in bed with me,” he whispers, barely brushing his lips against yours, stealing the words from your mouth before you can say them first.
You pretend to hesitate, to consider it but you both know the answer is already yes.
Because there’s nowhere else you’d rather be than here, wrapped up in him.
And so, you stay.
His fingers trace gentle, meandering lines across your bare shoulder, his touch so impossibly light that it makes your skin hum. He’s watching you again, really watching you. Like he’s memorizing every detail, like he’s trying to commit you to memory just in case this moment vanishes.
There’s something unspoken in his gaze, something heavy beneath the softness.
Then, barely above a whisper “I never thought I could have this.”
Your breath catches.
The words slip out like a confession, like they’ve been sitting on his tongue for a long time, waiting for the right moment to break free. His fingers still against your skin, as if speaking them aloud makes them real.
“Bucky…”
His hand finds yours beneath the covers, his fingers lacing with yours like he’s afraid to let go. A sharp inhale, the kind that makes his chest rise and fall just a little too quickly.
“I spent so long thinking…” He swallows, eyes flickering downward, like he can’t quite bring himself to look at you when he says it. “Thinking I wasn’t meant for this.”
The words are careful, like they’re fragile, like he’s still afraid they might shatter in his hands.
“I always wanted this but after everything I knew, I felt like I wasn’t supposed to have this.” His voice is quiet but firm, raw in a way that makes your heart twist. “The lifetime with Hydra, the things I did… even after Steve got me out, I still felt like—” He exhales sharply through his nose, jaw tightening. “Like I didn’t deserve anything other than what I’d already been given.”
You shake your head instinctively, already about to argue, but before you can, he squeezes your hand.
“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice rough around the edges. “Let me finish.”
There’s no frustration, no sharpness, just quiet determination. He needs to get this out.
“You changed that for me.” His voice wavers just slightly, his fingers coming up to cradle your face, thumb sweeping along your cheekbone with a tenderness that nearly undoes you. “You make me feel like I deserve to be here. That I deserve more than just surviving. That I actually deserve you. That I deserve something even after everything that I—he did.”
His voice cracks, just a little.
And then, softer
“But I would endure all of that again in any lifetime if it meant I got to have this with you.”
The air in your lungs disappears.
A single tear slips down his cheek before he can stop it, and for a moment, he looks almost embarrassed like he’s not used to being this vulnerable, this open. But you reach up before he can turn away, brushing the tear away with your thumb, letting your fingers linger on the rough stubble of his jaw.
“Because you do deserve it, Bucky,” you whisper.
Your voice is steady, but the emotion behind it is anything but.
“You deserve all of this. To be happy. To be loved. To wake up in the morning and not feel like you have to fight to exist.” Your fingers tighten in his hair as you hold him closer. “You deserve to be here. With me.”
His throat bobs as he swallows hard, his blue eyes impossibly bright. But he doesn’t look away.
He won’t look away.
“I love you so much,” he breathes, voice barely above a whisper.
A tear slips free, rolling slowly down the bridge of his nose, and you don’t stop yourself from catching it with your lips as you press the softest, most reverent kiss to his cheek.
“I love you too.”
And then you kiss him.
Slow. Deep.
Like you’re trying to kiss away every dark thought, every lingering doubt, every cruel whisper that ever told him he was unworthy of love.
Bucky sighs into it, pulling you impossibly closer, like he wants to breathe you in, like he wants to carve this moment into eternity.
When you finally break apart, his nose nudges against yours, his lips brushing over your cheek, down to your jaw. His breath is warm against your skin as he murmurs, “I know we have that double date with Sam, but… just stay a little longer.”
You smile, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
A small pause. A soft, content sigh.
Then, in that same sleepy, gravelly voice…
“Oh, by the way….Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”
You laugh softly, shaking your head, pressing another kiss to his lips, just because you can.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Bucky.”
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Cradle
Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Mom(Post-Partum)!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Starts off on a bit of a scary note, Fluff, lot’s of it, reader went through a C-Section, and there is a reference to that, there is accidental swearing, and once again Bucky is just a super soft sweet boi being his sweet boi self…But all in all, very fluffy, very cute, just pure vibes.
Authors Note: This is connected to ‘Forwards Beckon Rebound,’ it’s a little bit of a continuation of sorts but it’s more of a blurb, there’s not a lot connected, this could be read as a standalone too though, I think. Also, Adrianne Lenker has really been a mood for me lately, and thank god she has so many beautiful songs because this one was so frickin fitting.
Word Count: 3,443
Taglist: @sleepysongbirdsings (y’all I’m so mentally old I’m slowly getting used to what to do for these posts lol, so if anyone wants to be part of my Taglist I mean…Give me a shout :))
The last thing you remembered before going under was Bucky’s voice. His large hands framing your face, his thumbs running along the bags under your eyes.
”I promise I’ll be here when you wake up…” His voice was cracking, fear breaking through his words. He was terrified, you could see it in the way his dark blue irises scanned over your face, taking every detail in as if this could be the last time he saw you. Everything happened so quickly that neither of you had time to process anything. One moment you were in the hospital bed getting checked, the next they were preparing you for an emergency C-Section. You were panicking, scared for the baby, scared for yourself even.
You reached up and squeezed his fingers tight–a desperate goodbye you didn’t want to be saying–nodding through the tears that streamed down your face, then the cool oxygen mask slid over your mouth and nose, and you were taken under a sea of black.
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Coming back to consciousness felt like being dragged through wet cement. Your limbs were heavy and numb, as if they were being pinned down by invisible weights. Your throat was burning and your mouth was dry, you assumed it was probably from the tube they had put down your throat during the surgery to make sure your breathing was controlled, you heard them mention it in the chaos of them preparing you for the C-Section…At least you thought you did.
Thankfully there was no immediate pain, just a deep, tight ache that buzzed in your lower abdomen reminding you of what just occurred two and a half hours ago.
You felt like you were floating, half-aware, but half-asleep, until the sound of voices pulled you closer to the surface.
“You’re doing perfect hun,” A soft, coaxing voice said, you assumed it was a nurse. Her tone was patient, and warm, almost motherly even.
”I’m…I just haven’t done this before…I don’t think I’m doing this right.” Another voice cracked out, low and thick with nerves. It was Bucky. Your Bucky…Your rock...You could feel your chest twist at the sound of him so worried, but there was such relief when you heard that voice.
“You’ve been doing great. She’s calm, she’s breathing steady. Been asleep for the past hour after that big feed. You’re keeping her warm and giving her something steady to nap on, I’d say you’re a pro.” You could feel your body immediately tense at the word she. A baby girl. You had fought to keep the gender a secret from yourself, and now knowing gave you some sort of second wind in a way, a push to try and keep yourself over the edge so you could stay at least semi-conscious.
There was a soft rustle of fabric, a faint creak of a chair, and the sound of shifting. You forced your eyes open, just the tiniest bit, fighting against the weight that was trying to pull them closed again.
The first thing you saw was him.
Bucky was sitting stiffly in the reclining hospital chair, his broad shoulders hunched slightly forward, like he was attempting to curl himself around the tiny bundle in his arms, trying to make himself seem small in a way, which was nearly impossible given the sheer size of him. His hair was pulled back in a bun, and he was shirtless, with a soft pink blanket covering a portion of his chest and midsection, containing as much warmth as possible. His vibranium hand hovered awkwardly over the fabric, resting there for support, but not fully touching, letting his other arm do all the heavy lifting. You could see the way it was wrapped around her, his enormous hand cupping nearly her whole back with the most delicate kind of softness.
Your vision was still swimming, but you could make out the faint shape of a tiny hand–impossibly small–splayed out over the center of Bucky’s broad chest. Her little fingers twitched now and then, though there were no shifts or squeals, not yet at least.
The entire sight was almost too much to take in.
You could see how tense Bucky was even from across the room, his jaw tight, his brows drawn together. It was easy to tell he was nervous and worried that he might accidentally do something wrong, and every muscle in his body showed that through the way they locked and tensed into place so that he could hold himself perfectly still.
”I-I definitely don’t feel like a pro,” Bucky muttered, “I’m scared I’m gonna hold her too tight…She’s so small.” The nurse chuckled softly, adjusting the blanket a bit higher over the baby’s back with a practiced hand, moving carefully, and reading the tension that was running all over his face. She was treating him with the same tenderness she might offer a brand-new parent, even though she knew the situation.
“She’s not little. Nine pounds, two ounces is a chunky little peanut.” The nurse teased gently, patting Bucky’s vibranium arm reassuringly, “You’re just a big ol’ mountain of a man, and you make everything look tiny.” Bucky gave a small, uncertain laugh, but it didn’t reach his eyes, even though it did ease him a bit. He continued to cradle the bundle against him, dragging his thumb along her warm skin, a small smile coming up on his lips as he looked down at a carbon copy of you, just in tinier form.
His head dipped slightly, his nose brushing against the crown of the baby’s fuzzy head, breathing in without even realizing he was doing it. His eyes fluttered closed, and for a second he looked younger and softer than you’d ever seen him before.
“Is it weird if I say she smells like spun sugar…Like Coney Island cotton candy…That real sweet, sticky kind of smell.” Bucky asked quietly, his voice rough with nerves and awe as he cradled the bundle tighter to him. The nurse let out a soft, affectionate laugh.
”Not weird at all,” She soothed, “Every baby’s got their own smell, it’s kind of like a new car smell…But for tiny humans, and you’re certainly not the first tough guy to melt over it, either.” You could see Bucky’s cheeks turn a faint red through the blurriness in your vision. You swallowed against the dry scrape in your throat, heart aching as you opened your mouth to form a word.
”Bucky…” It was barely a sound, just a breath in the air, but he had heard it. His head immediately snapped up, his wide blue eyes locking onto you from across the room, a wave of relief washing over him. His mouth parted, but no sound came out, and he looked wrecked. It was like he had heard the most important voice of his life. The nurse nudged him slightly.
“C’mon, big guy, let’s bring her to mama hm?” Bucky blinked up at her like he’d forgotten he could move, like the only thing that was keeping him focused was you and the tiny heartbeat that was pressed against his chest. Slowly, he shifted to his feet, the nurse helping guide him as he adjusted his hold on the baby with exaggerated care. You could see the way he kept his vibranium arm hovering uselessly by his side as he stepped towards you, and you could feel tears filling your eyes at the gentleness of it all.
You tried to lift your arms, desperate to reach for the both of them, but they barely twitched against the sheets. A helpless whimper tore itself from your throat.
”My arms are still numb.” You croaked, feeling the tingling heaviness that plagued your nerves. Immediately the nurse was beside you, smoothing a hand over your shoulder.
”That’s alright sweetheart, we can still get her tucked up against you, Bucky over here can climb in beside you and secure her on your chest for extra safety.” Bucky stood frozen for a second, looking down at the tiny bundle, then at you.
“I would like that.” You replied quickly. The nurse smiled at your response and held her hands out to Bucky motioning for him to hand over the bundle so he could slip onto the mattress, and fill the space beside you. The hand off was gentle, and you could see the look on his face when the soft warmth of the baby’s skin left him, like he was holding onto the fleeting moment. He kicked his shoes off and brought down the railing beside you, carefully sliding underneath the covers, the mattress shifting beneath the new weight he introduced to it. You knew it would be a tight fit, but you wanted him there with you, and no matter the close proximity, you just craved his steady presence, and he gave you that with no questions.
He slid his vibranium arm around your shoulders, curling it carefully around you, bringing you closer to him with such a protective instinct that you could feel your heart beating out of your chest, leaning into him, absorbing the warmth that radiated off his skin.
”Alright, now you’re gonna help me a little bit and just untie the top of her gown so we can get the little one tucked in.” Bucky nodded once, like he was taking orders on a mission. He reached up to the shoulders of your gown, and you could see the hesitation in his eyes, before gently pulling on the ties, loosening them slowly just enough to reveal the top of your chest. The cool air ghosted across your skin for just a fraction of a second, then the nurse carefully placed the tiny, perfect weight of your daughter onto your body.
The moment her skin touched yours, it was as if the whole world cracked open. The heat of her, the fragile rise and fall of her chest against yours, the indescribable softness of her cheek pressing into the curve of your breastbone, the way she nuzzled her little nose into you with her fists curling up tight against your body–it was overwhelming, but worth every second. You could feel the coolness of Bucky’s vibranium hand run over your bicep, soothing you the only way he could in those moments as he looked down at you, watching tears flowing down your cheeks. You were so relieved everything was okay, and now that your eyes were on her, the instinct of wanting to be closer pulled at every fiber of your being. Bucky brought his arm over her back so he could hold her closer against your chest, keeping her nuzzled on your skin so you could take in every moment, even though you couldn’t cradle her on your own yet.
“That’s perfect sweetheart,” The nurse said quietly, tucking the soft pink blanket loosely around all three of you, securing the warmth once more without actively separating everyone, “I’m going to step out and give you all some privacy, if you need anything the call button’s right on the bed rail.” The both of you nodded, but you weren’t even sure you heard her properly because you were so enamoured by the little bundle that was frowning against you.
The door clicked softly behind the nurse as she stepped out of the room, leaving the three of you wrapped in a bubble of silence. Neither of you moved at first. There was too much floating in the air around you–gratitude, wonder, a love so thick it was hard to breathe through. The only sound that could truly be heard was the tiny, steady coos of the newborn sleeping against your chest.
Slowly, Bucky shifted closer to you, and without a word he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead. It was feather-light, the kind of kiss that would’ve broken you in any other situation apart from this. When he pulled back, his lips ghosted another peck against your hairline.
”You are…Incredible.” He whispered, his voice trembling with the weight of everything he was holding in, “The strongest person I’ve ever met.” He added, another kiss landing right on your temple.
“I’m so proud of you Y/N…” You closed your eyes at his words, a fresh wave of tears burning behind the lids, as you leaned down to press your cheek against the tiny crown of soft fuzz that was your daughter’s head, breathing in to calm your heart from seizing up from the overwhelming sensation of love that coated it. You let the scent of her settle in your lungs, and it hit you that it was exactly how Bucky described it. Sweet and warm, soft and sticky like spun sugar on a summer day. You let out a little, tearful laugh against her head.
”You really are right…She does smell like cotton candy,” Bucky let out a low, broken chuckle, tightening his arm around you, his hand stilling against your bicep, shifting so he could get even closer to you.
“I thought I was hallucinating, so I’m glad you confirmed that. I assumed the nurse was just trying to ease my worries when she said it was normal.” You let out a quiet giggle, looking up at him.
”I think it was for the best. You looked so nervous…Like a gentle giant.” He blushed at the way you said it, realizing that you had been watching and listening to his interaction with the nurse for longer than he thought.
“Yeah well…I was scared,” Bucky replied sheepishly, his eyes flickering from you, down to the tiny sleeping bundle against your chest, “She’s a carbon copy of you…I didn’t want to accidentally do something wrong.” You smiled through the burning in your throat, bringing yourself even closer to him, nuzzling into the steady shelter of his body.
”You did amazing, Bucky…” You whispered. He let out a shaky exhale, as if he’d been holding his breath for hours, his forehead tipping down to bump yours. You know how much he needed to hear that, and how much it soothed the nerves that were ripping him apart from the inside. The baby cooed gently, shifting a bit against you, her tiny fist moving along your chest, like she was trying to get closer.
The both of you watched her, your chests moving in sync, taking in deep breaths, and after a while, he broke the silence.
”So…” He said softly, his thumb stroking absently along your forearm, “Have you thought about what you’re going to name her?” You could feel a smile tugging up on your lips at the question.
”I have,” You responded gently, shifting slightly so you could see his face better. He pulled back a little as well, giving you his full, undivided attention, his eyes focused on yours, scanning over your face in anticipation.
”I’ve actually known for months,” You admitted, watching as Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed. You usually told him everything, but this was a secret you kept safe until today, not wanting to be too reliant on getting a specific gender, because truly it didn’t matter, all you wanted was a healthy baby. He tried to hold himself back from looking too desperate for your answer, but you saw through it.
“I want her to have the name of the person who raised my second favourite human being in the world,” You said quietly, your voice trembling with such tenderness it almost felt like you were shaking against him. You could see the cogs turning in his head, his brows pulling together even tighter like he was trying to figure out what you meant by that. You loved seeing the confusion in his eyes in that moment, and it made you smile through the tears that began to build up in your eyes.
”Winnifred,” You whispered, “I’m naming her Winnifred.” You could feel the air get sucked out of the room, watching Bucky’s jaw go slack, blinking hard, once, then twice, like he didn’t trust himself to believe what he just heard. His throat bobbed in a rough swallow, as he took in a small breath.
”My ma…” He rasped, his voice breaking into pieces, his eyes glistening over with unshed tears as he stared at you like he was witnessing a miracle “You…You’re naming her after my ma?” You nodded, smiling through your own tears. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, like he was trying to ground himself, his forehead lowering until it rested lightly against yours, his breath shuddering out over your cheeks.
“You deserve everything good in this world, Bucky…And she would be so proud of you…I want to honour that.” You could feel him shake slightly, as he sniffled, pulling back to look at you again. The sheer sight of him wrecked you, his blue eyes swimming with tears that clung thickly to his lashes. You wished in those moments you could reach up to hold his face between your hands, but they were still tingling.
”You’re…You’re my sun, Y/N…” He whispered, his vibranium hand slipping from your bicep to cradle the side of your face with aching tenderness, “You’re the center of everything for me…I choose to be in your orbit every second of every day…And I don’t want to do anything else.” You could feel yourself choke up a little bit, as Bucky carefully leaned forward, kissing your cheeks gently, soft and slow, like he was memorizing you.
“Because I love you…So fucking much.” His breath ran over your skin as he said the words so lightly you could barely hear them over your pulse pounding in your ears. His confession hung between the both of you, filling the space and sinking into your body like sunlight after a long, brutal winter. You closed your eyes at his thumb dragging along your cheek, your breath trembling as you pushed yourself to speak.
”I love you too, Bucky…I always have.” There was a moment of silence, and you opened your eyes to look at him, seeing a small smile on his lips. It was such a relief to finally say it aloud, and it was the perfect moment to do it. He breathed you in for a fraction of a second, then without words he shifted. His hand slid from your cheek to the side of your neck, his fingers splaying out to anchor himself there. You tilted your chin, nudging your nose against his, then finally…His lips touched yours.
It was barely a kiss at first, it actually mirrored the way you had brushed the corner of his mouth with yours the night he had felt the baby kick for the first time, but only this was more like he was offering himself to you. Surrendering.
You let out a small exhale through your nose, and Bucky answered with a breath of his own, pressing a little closer, kissing you now with just the slightest bit of pressure. The softness of his lips captured yours in such an aching, and burning way…Because it was him kissing you with a kind of worship so raw and stripped down that it made your chest swell.
You kissed him back with everything you had, and with as much care as he gave you, trembling against each other with the weight of it all–the baby sleeping on your skin, the love that tied you together, the history, the hope, and the future.
When you finally broke apart, it was by small fractions, neither of you really willing to let go–your noses brushing, your breath still tangling together in the space between you.
“I’m all yours…” He whispered, letting the words fold into the fragile air, like a promise. Like a prayer. You closed your eyes for a second, breathing every inch of him in–his warmth, his steadiness, and his devotion.
“Forever and always, Bucky…Till the end of time.”
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Hello lovely,
I saw your post that your requests are open, so I will give it a try =)
Imagine Bucky and reader are best friends but they have a huge argument and now they don't talk to each other for days. She's feeling really bad, missing him. He is her most important person and now without interacting with him for days, she's feeling lost and lonely and heartbroken. Maybe she has not a super power and is only a normal human, helping the Avengers with IT or something. Due to the argument with her best friend and not talking to Bucky (Bucky ignores her completely) she begins to feel it not only mental but also physically. She can't eat probably and at the end falls deathly sick.... With a fluffy happy ending and a worried and protective Bucky
Please. That would be nice.
Take care honey
oh my goodness— my heart 😭❤️ the angst is gonna hurt, but i’m such a sucker for it. i had so much fun writing this one, thank you for requesting and i hope you like it🥰
Love Hurts
♡ Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
♡ Summary: You and Bucky get into a heated argument, things are said and done and now he won’t speak to you. You don’t think you can handle him ignoring your existence.
♡ Warnings: language, mentions of bucky’s trauma, heavy angst, malnourishment, depression, anxiety/panic attacks, minor injuries, hospitalization, suicidal ideation, self hate, literally hurt just writing this
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | MATURE CONTENT 18+
Your nails bit into your palm, denting the flesh— threatening to pierce the delicate skin. It was all to hold yourself back, distract you from the words that wanted to burst out.
It was becoming a sickening routine, Bucky was reckless and had yet another near death experience on his recent mission. The anxiety and the nerves stopping your body from functioning— the dreaded wait for his jet to arrive back at the compound. You shouldn’t have to be used of receiving the call that he had yet again made a reckless move— but you were starting to discover a pattern.
It did nothing to ease the panic that swirled in your chest every time he left for missions. You’d sob, throwing up everything you had eaten that day— unable to stomach anything with the idea that Bucky was on a mission. You never found your anxiety to be so severe— but when Bucky was even mentioned about going on a mission… it spiked.
That’s where you found yourself in his room, watching him pace the space— avoiding your frustrated stare. You weren’t angry at him per say— you were angry that he didn’t value his life.
“Seriously (Y/n)— you get so worked up over nothing. I’m here and alive— isn’t that enough?” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration.
You pressed your nails tighter to your palm, yet the pain couldn’t stop your thundering thoughts.
“You’re here and alive now, until you do some stupid shit like this again and are dead!” You hissed, trying to keep your voice low but you didn’t know how much longer you could control yourself.
He glared at you, squinting his eyes in anger and then rolling his eyes.
“Oh for fucks sake— can you stop fucking babying me? I can handle myself!” He raised his voice, his metal arm whirring.
“I’m not babying you— I’m just scared you’re gonna get yourself killed. Do you care about your life at all?” You asked him aggressively, your voice raising just a tad.
He took a long pause, staring at you with his face void of emotion— only annoyance.
“Not really.” He admitted.
You were taken back, although you had these conversations with him a time or twenty. It was an ongoing process to get him to slowly love himself— his past as The Winter Soldier torturing his soul. He was so convinced he wasn’t deserving of anything, not even a roof over his head. It was a struggle to help him, but you weren’t going to give up on him.
“You realize if anything ever happened to you I—” Your voice broke, needing a breath, “Buck I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”
You thought you saw his eyes flash with guilt, but before you could linger on the look for too long— his face was hardening again.
“That doesn’t sound like my problem.” He mumbled out, making your eyes widen.
You were extremely taken back from those words, your chest aching painfully— him not knowing what effect those words had on you.
“Are you fucking serious?” You asked him, your face morphing into a hurt expression, mixed with anger. “Can you just do your job without trying to kill yourself?”
His face grew red with rage and he was stomping up towards you— his face inches from yours.
“I am doing my job— very well in fact. Unlike you who just fucking sits here doing nothing!” He defended himself, his breath hitting your face in warm pants.
“Doing nothing? Buck— why are you like this?” You puffed your chest, not backing down from his towering form.
But your words seemed to have hit a nerve, as he shrunk back slightly, narrowing his gaze at you.
“Like what?”
You furrowed your brows, slowing your racing heart from the shouting— you weren’t sure you had said anything bad. Did you?
“What?” You squeaked out, nervous now.
“You said, why am I like this… like what?” He pushed, stepping closer to you now, his face still red with anger but you could see the hurt in his eyes.
You swallowed and wondered how to convince him you didn’t mean anything bad by what you said. But you were almost positive it would be an impossible task to get Bucky to listen.
“Buck, I didn’t mean anythin—”
“What— you think I’m not capable of doing my job? You think I’m still the monster hydra made me?” He spat, his chest rising and falling quicker.
“No, no Buck listen—”
That was definitely not what you meant, you could tell he was spiraling and you were still confused as to why. You would never make him think that.
“After 70 fucking years I finally have a job that I like— that I enjoy doing— I fucking help people! I’m finally doing some good and now you’re telling me I’m not capable of doing it?” He boomed, his chest puffing into yours and your stumbled back slightly. “You think I’m only capable of being a monster? Huh? Is that what you fucking think?”
You were growing scared now, the look in his eyes wild with something and you didn’t like how close he was to you— you knew he’d never hurt you but your fear overwhelmed your senses.
“Friday— call Steve and Sam in here now!” You shouted into the room, and Bucky’s eyes squinted painfully— his metal arm whirring again.
Bucky only saw one thing— you didn’t reassure him that he was thinking irrationally. You didn’t correct him that he wasn’t the monster. Instead you called for help, that you were clearly scared— because you thought he was a monster.
He was at a loss for words and just stared at you, almost through you— as his breathing was only getting heavier at the sight of your fearful eyes.
Not even minutes later, Steve and Sam were busting through the door, taking in the scene and separated you and Bucky.
“Hey— what’s going on?” Steve asked in between the two of you. “Buck, what’s wrong man?”
You couldn’t seem to find the words and just stood speechless as well— the fight startling you. This was one of the worst ones, and it was also one that still left you confused. You cursed yourself for not being careful enough with your words— but it was almost impossible to get through to him when he was on the brink of having an episode.
Sam walked closer to you, his facing morphing into concern as he took in your shocked expression.
“(Y/n)? You okay? Did he hurt you?” Sam whispered, keeping his words only between you two.
You slowly shook your head but still didn’t respond verbally.
“Okay, okay that’s good. You wanna go get a drink from downstairs? Why don’t we take a breather okay?” Sam suggested softly, big brother mode kicking in at the sight of your frazzled state.
Without another word, you left the room with Sam— missing the devastated look from Bucky.
Steve waited until the door shut, then his attention was back on Bucky.
“Buck, you gotta talk to me man— what happened?” He asked softly, watching his friend slowly relax, but it wasn’t from being in a relaxing mood— his body and mind were just exhausted from the argument.
“I fucked everything up. That’s what happened.” He mumbled, turning away from Steve to sit on the edge of his bed.
Steve followed behind but stood in front of him, shaking his head— ready to argue.
“You didn’t mess anything up, arguments happen. You guys will work it out. I know how much you mean to each other.” Steve pointed out, watching Bucky’s face unchanging.
“You didn’t see the way she looked at me— she’s scared of me I—” He shuttered, his breath shaky as he remembered your look, “I fucking scared her.”
Steve’s chest ached, the state of his friend breaking his heart. He knew Bucky meant no harm, and he almost for a fact knew that you knew that too. But Bucky for sure didn’t believe that himself.
“I didn’t see what you saw, but I can guarantee you that she’s not afraid of you. This is (Y/n) we are talking about. You are her world Buck.” Steve tried to convince him.
Bucky shook his head, running his flesh hand through his hair.
“I think I just need to stay away from her for awhile.” Bucky came up with instead.
Steve immediately started shaking his head, knowing that was the last thing he needed.
“Bucky I—”
“Please Steve… I just need some space.” Bucky pleaded, his body sagging in exhaustion.
Steve couldn’t find it in himself to argue with him anymore about this. Maybe he did need some time to himself, to cool down and gather his thoughts. Also Steve wasn’t going to force him to anything ever. After the years his pal went through— he would never make him do anything. He had enough things decided for him, and Steve wasn’t about to stoop to hydra’s level.
Meanwhile down in the kitchen, Sam was getting you a glass of water— standing across from your seated form at the island. He slid the cup across, sending a worried glance at you.
“(Y/n)?” Sam snapped his fingers getting your attention.
You were shaken from your state of staring, but even snapped out of the trance— the anxieties still swirled within you.
“Yeah sorry… I’m here.” You whispered, grabbing the glass and taking a tiny sip.
Sam gave you a quizzical expression, watching you start to slip back into a mindless stare— so he spoke up.
“You wanna tell me what happened?” He asked, genuinely curious what had went down.
He knew— hell everyone knew you and Bucky were extremely close. Best of friends, always there for one another— dancing on the line of strictly friends to lovers. Truthfully, Sam found it completely obnoxious and just wanted you two together already.
“I don’t really know… I think I said the wrong thing— I didn’t mean to make him upset.” You confessed, keeping your eyes on the countertop, not risking a glance to Sam.
“Hey, don’t beat yourself up— mistakes happen. I’m sure he’ll forgive you.” Sam told you.
You shook your head, gripping the cup tighter.
“God I hope so… I don’t know what I’d do without him.” You whispered pathetically, tears welling in your eyes.
Sam reached out to rub your arm comfortingly, trying to relax you so you didn’t start crying. He hated to see you cry— made his heart hurt.
“It’s been a long day for everyone, why don’t you go head upstairs and get some sleep. I’m sure things will have blown over by tomorrow.” He suggested and you finally met his gaze, smiling weakly and nodding.
Without saying goodbye, you stood up and headed to your room. Taking Sam’s words and playing them on repeat in your head.
Tomorrow is another day, tomorrow would be better.
God had you hoped that was the case— it only was the beginning on the torment.
You had slept in longer than usual, but overall felt refreshed. The first thing that came to mind when fully waking up was Bucky. Immediately you headed downstairs to find him— needing to talk with him— apologize.
Making it down to the kitchen, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in at the sight of him sitting at the island— sipping at his coffee. You furrowed your brows, thinking he'd be done with his coffee by now, since you had slept in. Your chest ached with guilt with the possibility that he didn't sleep well.
You took a deep breath before making yourself known, although you were sure be could sense you in the room— considering he was a super soldier.
"Morning Buck." You announced, walking around the island so you could face him.
He kept his gaze down at his coffee, finding the cup more interesting than you.
Okay, that’s fair. You thought, you most probably deserved that reaction.
“You sleep okay?” You asked again, picking at the skin on your nails nervously.
Again— he didn’t even lift his head. In fact, he wasn’t even acknowledging you. You waited several minutes for a response, the silence becoming thick with tension and you couldn’t stand it.
“Bucky?” You tried, and this time he lifted his head.
Your heart twinged in your chest at his bloodshot eyes, clear evidence that he hadn’t gotten good sleep. You hated yourself for causing him the stress, especially knowing he was just starting to actually get hours of sleep. It was huge progress compared to his nights either screaming awake or just staring at the walls. But now you had to go and ruin all that progress. You felt sick to your stomach— disgusted with yourself.
“I’m really sorry about last night… I didn’t like how ugly it got and I’m sorry if I said something to upset you— you know I’d never intentionally hurt you.” You told him, picking more aggressively at your nails, causing to nail beds to bleed.
You swallowed nervously when he didn’t answer right away, instead staring at you with… what was that? Disgust? You didn’t know, but you hated the look altogether.
“Bucky, please say something.” You pleaded.
Bucky lowered his gaze to his coffee again, taking a minute before he stood up and looked your way.
“I just need some space.” He told you quietly.
You were relived to have him finally talk to you, but to hear him suggest space between you two— you could almost feel the knife digging into your chest. You tried to keep a neutral expression but otherwise felt your bottom lip quiver.
Without giving you time to respond, Bucky was walking out of the room— leaving you standing there speechless, lungs begging for air. You didn’t want your mind to go immediately to that thought, but you couldn’t ignore it either— he hated you.
“Hey babe, I need you to help me out in the lab tod—” Tony came busting into the room, but immediately shut up once he saw your broken expression. “Honey, what’s wrong? You alright?”
You nodded your head, lying to him and yourself and started waving him off with the fakest smile.
“Yeah— yeah I’m good. Just need to uh— need to get some things done.” You told him, your eyes darting all around the room, the familiar feeling of panic seeping into your being.
Tony gave you a ‘really?’ look and stepped closer to you.
“(Y/n) I’m not blind— I can see you’re upset. Talk to m—”
“Seriously Tony— I’m fine! Just leave it alone!” You told him a little too aggressively.
His face was taken back and you felt guilty immediately, cursing yourself for hurting everyone.
Why are you such a fucking issue? Your mind screamed at you.
You didn’t waste another second and sped walked out of the room, needing to calm yourself down before you ran into any one else. You were spiraling and you needed to just relax— take a deep breath. Maybe you just needed one more day and things would be back to normal.
Yeah… just one more day.
You had hoped that was the case as well… but as always— things only got worse.
Bucky refused to talk to you or even look at you. He’d given you the cold shoulder for almost two weeks now. He would get up and leave the second you entered the room. He couldn’t stand you it seemed.
You couldn’t keep hiding your hurt. At first, you had done a good job at hiding how you were really feeling. Saving the sobbing and attacks for when you were alone in your room. As the days lingered on, you found yourself weak and drained— you didn’t have enough energy to put up a charade anymore.
The whole team were sending you worried looks, and attempted to talk with you. But the second they’d try— you’d bolt. The subject was too sensitive, too raw. You didn’t want to talk to anyone but Bucky— and he hated you.
You had missed so many meals, forgetting to eat with your mental struggles throughout the days. You had been getting no more than two hours of sleep. You were so stressed, so stuck in your own mind that you couldn’t function. Even when you had managed to remember to eat, your stomach would knot up to the point that you were throwing everything up. You were gaunt, basically a real life zombie. You needed help— but you needed Bucky more.
You were laying in bed staring unknowingly into space, it had been hard to focus with no food or sleep in your system— so you had only managed to lay here. Even that was exhausting, no matter how much you laid around— your mind wouldn’t stop the assault. Your anxiety had never been this bad, you were a prisoner to it.
Knocking at your door had you jumping, your heart racing— and for a moment you forgot where you were.
You’re in the compound… yeah that’s right.
You slowed your breathing and swung your legs sluggishly over the edge of the bed to answer it. You weren’t prepared for the sudden dizzy spell, your vision spotting with black and white specks. You tried to blink it off, but suddenly you were toppling to the ground.
You fell to the floor with a loud thump, luckily landing on your front, your hands somehow catching most of your fall— you could already feel the throbbing in your palms.
You didn’t hear the persistent knocking, or the door open. You didn’t even hear the voice speaking from the doorway. It was when a hand landed on your shoulder that you were gasping, forgetting your surroundings once again.
Your eyes met Steve’s and you swore your heart was about to beat out of your chest.
“(Y/n) are you alright?” He asked you, hovering his hands over you— not sure what you had hurt.
You furrowed your brows, looking him over.
“Steve what are… what are you doing here?” You asked genuinely confused.
You watched Steve’s eyes widen and he swallowed nervously— his expression growing more concerned.
“(Y/n) it’s okay… I’ve got you.” Steve hushed, and he was pulling you into his chest, hugging you protectively.
You were still confused but then you tasted one of your stray tears, and you immediately came to your senses. You were crying in Steve’s arms… but why? You were having gaps of time missing from you, this wasn’t the first time this had happened— you just didn’t seem to care.
“Steve… my head hurts.” You slurred into his chest, sagging against him.
You were grateful that he was here, you desperately needed someone around. You were just hoping that someone would’ve been Bucky.
“Okay, let’s get you to Helen. She’s gonna take care of you, okay?” Steve asked you, and you could only give a weak nod.
He knew there was no way you were walking there, so he hoisted you up into his arms, and cradled your head as he started to the med bay.
You just stared blankly at his chest, not really caring if Steve were to throw you off the roof of the building. You just didn’t care.
Steve had gotten you down to her, and she checked you out. Alerting Steve that you were extremely malnourished, dehydrated— an insomniac. She kept listing off all the things Steve was afraid to hear. The whole time he was sure you didn’t hear a thing, although you were in the room— you were just checked out.
Helen eventually left, and Steve took his opportunity to speak with you. He pulled up a chair next to the hospital bed and grabbed your hand.
“(Y/n), what’s going on? You can talk to me— you can’t keep doing this to yourself. Please… just talk to me.” Steve whispered, pleading with you that you would stop torturing yourself.
“He hates me.” You mumbled.
Steve’s eyes widened and he frowned, knowing what you meant. He knew he let this go on for too long.
“(Y/n) he doesn’t hate you. He just needed time to himself, so he co—”
“I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings, I don’t even know what I said to hurt him but I—” You rushed out, the heart monitor beeping frantically, “I’m a horrible person, I didn’t mean to— I didn’t mean to!”
You wheezed out, clutching your chest as you couldn’t catch your breath. Your cheeks glistened with a steady stream of tears, your wheezing only growing by the second.
“Okay, okay (Y/n)— I need you to slow your breathing. You’re okay, he doesn’t hate you. Just take deep breaths okay— even if you can’t just try. I’m here.” He tried to coach you, but this wasn’t his thing.
Now he was starting to get mad at his friend, Bucky shouldn’t of let this go on for this long.
You followed his chest rising and falling, staring at him as he tried to calm you down. Your breaths were heavy and painful sounding. Steve was about to say something but stopped himself when he saw your eyes look behind him.
He turned and saw Bucky standing in the doorway— his face paled. Truthfully, he looked like he was going to be sick.
“(Y/n)?” He whispered, his heart breaking at your state.
He had ran into Helen in the kitchen and was informed of your condition— he didn’t believe it and had to see for himself. He was shocked to find you like this.
Your tears only edged on from his appearance and you shook your head in shame.
“I’m sorry Bucky! Whatever I did, I’m sorry!” You sobbed and Bucky ran to the bed, kneeling down and taking your hands into his.
“Doll it’s okay, you’re okay. I’m here— I’m here. I’m not gonna leave you… I’m sorry.” He rushed out, shushing your cries, watching you slow your breathing at his words. “There we go, just keep breathing with me. I’m here, you’re okay.”
He kept repeating himself, making sure you knew he wasn’t going anywhere.
Steve knew you were in good hands and slowly snuck out of the room— knowing you two needed to talk.
Bucky tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, letting his fingers trail down your cheek to your jaw. You couldn’t help the way your face leaned into his touch, it felt like it had been forever since the last one.
Your breathing had slowed down, and now you just stared up at him— eyes glossy with more tears. You felt so many emotions. You felt relived, but also angry and hurt. Above all— you needed to know what you did to upset him. The guilt still ate away at your heart, and even just the memory of the argument had your chest aching.
“What did I do?” You whispered, making his eyes shoot up to yours, concern painting his face.
“You didn’t do anything.” He told you, and you furrowed your brows.
You were still anxious— he hadn’t answered your question. Even more so— if you didn’t do anything then why did he ignore you?
“Then why?”
“Why what (Y/n)?” He dared to ask, and you scoffed— ripping your hands out of his.
The anger was approaching.
“Why did you shut me out?” You wondered, and he only let his eyes cast down to the bed— making you angrier. “You ignored me for two weeks! Two fucking weeks you just acted as if I didn’t exist! Do you know how much that fucking hurts?”
You were breathing heavy again, but this time it wasn’t from panic— it was the full force of all your anger bursting out.
He lifted his eyes to you, and you saw how broken he looked. How your state had affected him.
“I could never do that to you Buck— I would never do that to you! You’re my everything! I don’t trust anyone as much as I trust you!” You raised your voice, while he stayed silent. “If I didn’t do anything then why would you— why—”
You broke out into a sob, covering your face with your hands. You felt good getting all the built up anger out— but now you felt extremely guilty. The pitiful face of Bucky staring at you, causing your heart to hurt all over again. It didn’t matter what happened, you always ended up hurting others.
“(Y/n) I’m so sorry I— god I fucked up. I didn’t ever mean to hurt you, please know that. You’re my other half, and no one has ever been there for me like you have.” He spoke through a tight throat, swelling with emotion.
You uncovered your face and just stared at him a little longer, still incredibly hurt from his actions— but you knew you couldn’t stay mad at him. You so badly wanted to forgive and forget— and just wrap him in your arms like you both needed.
“It’s hard to explain what’s wrong with me to someone when I don’t even understand what’s wrong with me— I just know I’m fucked up. I’m broken beyond repair.” His voice broke, his own eyes welling with tears.
You didn’t have it in you to keep up an angry facade, and so you reached out and took his hand in yours. His face almost immediately lit up, his breathing slowing at your touch.
“Try me.” You whispered, watching Bucky take a deep breath before he spoke again.
“The night of our fight…” He started, and you swallowed in having to remember that night. “I had never seen you look at me like that.”
You stayed silent, afraid to open your mouth and have a sob escape. You could feel it bubbling up— the memory playing back through your mind.
“You looked at me like you were scared. You looked at me like I was a monster.” He confessed and it all made sense to you now.
It wasn’t about what you said, it was your reaction that disturbed him to no ends. Even if you couldn’t control your reaction in the moment— you still felt guilty for causing him pain of remembering the hydra days.
“Oh Buck…” You whimpered, trying to pull him close— but he pulled away before he could reach your embrace.
“No— you don’t get to be nice to me after what I did. I promised I would never hurt you and I did— you’re in here because of me! I don’t deserve your forgiveness!” He raised his voice, and you weren’t scared of him— just concerned.
“I wasn’t scared of you Bucky, you just caught me off guard. Things were heated— I’m not afraid of you and I most definitely don’t think you’re a monster.” You tried to convince him.
“I really hope you’re not lying because if you were afraid of me… god I don’t know what I’d do. If you never wanted to see me again— that’s fine. Whatever you want, but I can’t live knowing you’re afraid of me.” He whimpered out.
“I wouldn’t lie to you.”
He nodded his head, knowing damn well you’d never lie. That was one thing he loved about you— you were so honest. Keeping it real with him, even if he didn’t wanna hear it. He could count on you for the truth.
“I still don’t deserve your forgiveness.” He argued.
“Well too bad, I’m forgiving you anyway.” You finally told him and he felt his chest expand.
Like he could finally breath.
“Why?” He wondered.
You knew it was the line you two had been dancing on forever— but you knew if there was ever a time to say it. It was now.
“Because I love you.” You admitted quietly.
His eyes widened just slightly, and his breath stuttered. He had always had a feeling what you two had was more than friends, he just never spoke up about it. Of course he loves you too— god he loves you so much. That’s why the thought of you being scared of him was enough to pull him away. He couldn’t bear being around you if you were frightened by him. He couldn’t live with himself. More importantly he now discovered, he really couldn’t live without you.
“I love you so much.” He confessed back as your tears leaked down your cheeks.
You pulled his arm, and he let you pull him to the bed— close enough where you could cup both his cheeks.
“Don’t ever do that to me again, please. I need you Bucky— life is not livable without you.” You cried, kissing his forehead to which he leaned into your lips.
“Never again— I promise.”
This time, he wouldn’t break it.
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You’re Perfect.

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader x Steve Rogers
Summary: Bucky feels down about his scars so Y/n and Steve cheer him up.
Word count: 642
Warnings: sad Bucky (major warning!!) fluff. insecurities. violence to someone who deserves it. super short.
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You both knew something was wrong the moment Bucky stepped into the apartment, at first you both thought it was because he had been on a mission but normally he would be sweeping you up in his arms the moment he laid eyes on you, taking you over to Steve to share a kiss with your boyfriend, but today he came in quietly and headed straight to the bedroom and locked the door behind him. Steve gave you a questioning look which had you shaking your head, heart aching at not knowing what was wrong with your boyfriend.
“Buck? Baby what’s wrong?” you asked leaning against the bedroom door.
“N-Nothing, I’m fine doll”
“No you’re not, Buck can you let us in please?”
“I-Is Stevie with you?”
“Of course I’m here” your boyfriend says from next to you, holding your hand.
You and Steve stood patiently waiting for Bucky to make his mind up, not long after the door locks clicked. Waiting until you heard the brunet sit back on your shared bed before opening the door. There he sat at the edge of the bed looking smaller then you had ever seen him, slowly bouncing his leg up and down, gazing down at his hand in such disgust.
Sitting on either side of him once again waiting patiently for him to talk first, knowing that it was better for him and that way he wouldn’t shut down completely and act like everything was fine. “Do-do you two think its disgusting?”
“What are you talking about Buck?” Steve asks.
“My arm an-and the scars?”
“Absolutely not! Who said that about you?” you replied instantly, not once in the three years you three finally stopped tip toeing around the bush and confessed your feelings did you think that about him. Well even way before that, you always admired his arm, always thought his scars were beautiful.
“It doesn’t matter”
“Yes it does, whoever has said something Buck we need to know” the blond says before you could reply.
“Julie… you know the agent?”
“Bucky, your arm is incredible and yours scars are beautiful, no one and I mean no one is as strong as you to have gone through all that you have and still see the beauty that life has to offer.”
“B-but she said I was a monster and she’s right”
“Stop that, don’t ever think that about yourself. You’re not a monster Bucky. You’re a beautiful person, inside and out, you’ve made amends with those who were affected by him, and you’re an amazing boyfriend and friend.”
“You have the most infectious laugh out of everyone I know, you’re kind and thoughtful, you put everyone else’s needs before your own. You give and give and never asked for anything in return, Bucky Barnes you are not a monster.” You take over from Steve. Bucky sits there and nods.
“’m not a monster”
“Say it again”
“I’m not a monster”
“Now say Y/n is the best”
“Doll… don’t make him lie”
“Wow, rude.”
Bucky chuckles at your pout, pressing his lips to your forehead, looking you in the eyes as he repeats. “Y/n is the best”
“Now, here’s the plan Buck you’re going to go and shower whilst Steve cleans up and I’m going to go and get us some food from the takeaway down the street, and then we’re all going to watch movies in bed, yeah?”
“Sounds like a plan doll”
Before you went to get the food, you made a quick detour. Getting in home Bucky and Steve were cuddled up together in bed, a film already loaded up on the TV.
“I love you both so much” Bucky mumbled as his eyes started to flutter close.
Two days later Bucky saw Julie sporting a huge black eye and a busted lip. Curtsey of his loving girlfriend.

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A Tale of Timely Interventions
Part 2
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: You were sent on a mission in the 40s. It was highly unusual and you might play a bigger role in Captain America's life than you can even remotely comprehend. You also had no clue that Steve Rogers feels strongly for you. In this journey, Tony and Steve dream share the past
Warnings: Depiction of War time nothing graphical, some curse words, slight angst, Inaccurate time travel science :D, slight pining trope. Fluff, eventual smut.
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i cant read your mind | chapter eight
Summary: Flashback to Wakanda.
Warnings: MCU Spoilers. Major The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Spoilers. Smut. Fluffy Smut. A hint of Angst at the end. Sergeant kink.
Word Count: 927
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A/N: Onto episode 4 now, most likely gonna be 3 parts for this one. I've had the idea of this chapter in my head forever and was so excited to finally write it. But, I am also excited to go back to annoyed Bucky next chapter when John's back in the picture.
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Wakanda. Six Years Ago.
The Wakandan sun had set hours ago, around the same time Bucky left to meet with Ayo for another session. You stood by the window of his hut, staring out into the evening waiting for his return. Ayo had contacted you when they had finished for the night, explaining to you that he was free. Finally free from the brainwashing that had haunted him for so long. You immediately left the room that the Wakandans had prepared for you and made your way to Bucky’s hut.
As Bucky approached the hut, he saw you waiting for him. He entered without a word, closing the space between you in a few quick strides. He cupped your face, kissing you deeply, passionately. It was filled with a mix of relief, gratitude, a raw desire.
You responded immediately, your arms wrapping around his neck, trying to pull him closer. Your bodies pressed together as Bucky's hand dropped from your face, roaming your back.
Bucky broke the kiss for less than a second, his lips finding your body again as he trailed down your neck. His breath was hot against your skin, as your fingers tangled in his hair. A soft moan escaped your lips as he placed a soft kiss against a sensitive spot below your ear. His hand found its way to the gem of your shift, lifting it effortlessly over your head and tossing it aside before finding your lips with his again.
Undressing each other in haste, your clothes were discarded carelessly onto the hut floor. His eyes filled with hunger as his gaze met yours for a moment, taking in the image of you standing bare before him.
His voice was husky as he murmured, “You’re amazing, Baby Girl,”
You smiled, sliding your hand up and down his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles and the scars on his shoulder. “And, you’re finally free, Sergeant,” you replied, your voice breathless with anticipation.
Without another word, he lifted you and carried you to the makeshift bed. Laying you down, his eyes danced over your body, taking in every inch of you. His lips captured yours in a hungry kiss and he positioned himself above you. You arched into his touch as his hand explored your body, your nails digging into him.
Your kisses grew more desperate as his fingers found their way to your inner thigh, teasing his way up to your entrance with gentle strokes. The stokes continued as he reached it. You moaned into his mouth, hips moving in rhythm with his touch.
Unable to wait any longer, he positioned himself where his fingers previously were, his gaze stayed locked with yours. And, with a single thrust, he buried himself deep inside you. You gasped at the sensation.
Once he began to move, his hips rocked against yours in a slow steady rhythm. Your back arched off the bed as the pleasure consumed you. His name fell from your lips, driving him to push harder.
Each movement was deliberate, every touch ignited the desire and longing for one another that neither of your minds let you admit. His thrusts were measured, driving deeper into your core. A chorus of moans and sighs from both your lips filled the hut.
The sensation of him filling you caused you to wrap your legs around his waist as a wave of pleasure coursed through you.
The tension within you grew, the pleasure building, it was almost unbearable. You were teetering on the edge, Bucky’s movement grew more urgent as your mumbled begs strained from your voice. “Please, Sergeant, please.”
“Please what, baby?” his voice whispered against your ear, his lips finding your neck again.
“Please can I finish, Sergeant?” you pleaded, your voice thick with need and desperation.
You felt his lips curl into a smirk against your skin, and he continued with his steady, hard thrusts. Each one pushed you closer and closer. He knew exactly what you needed, he could feel the tension within you reaching its breaking point.
“Let go for me,” he murmured as his grip on your hips tightened. “Let me feel you come apart, baby.”
His permission pushed you over the edge, and with a ragged cry, you shattered beneath him. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through you as he continued his rhythm.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth bored into your skin as his high followed closely behind yours. His body began to tremble with the aftershock of his climax.
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Bucky collapsed beside you, and then for a long while, neither of you spoke. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex and the only sound was your ragged breaths.
A realization washed over you like a wave crashing. For the first time, he had been gentle and tender. It was filled with emotion and connection. Something that was a stark contrast to the aggressive, rough encounters that would normally leave your body looking like you just came back from an intense mission.
The weight became too much to bear, you began to gather your clothes from the floor. The simple act of dressing provided you with a sense of normalcy.
You felt his intense gaze watching you silently.
“I… I think I should go,” you murmured, unable to turn to face him.
Without a word from him, you slipped out of the hut, leaving behind the warmth and intimacy. Instead, enveloping yourself with cool night air as tears stung at the corners of your eyes.
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The Calm After the Storm
Summary: After a grueling mission, Bucky and Y/n find solace and strength in each other's love.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader
Warning(s): fluffy fluff, mentions of a tough mission, lovey dovey things, Bucky Barnes ('cause he's just a warning himself), lemme know if I missed anything
The sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the tranquil lake as Bucky and Y/n sat side by side on a weathered wooden dock. The air was filled with a gentle breeze, carrying the scent of fresh pine trees and wildflowers. It was a moment of respite after a tumultuous mission, and the both of them relished in the tranquility that surrounded them.
Bucky turned his head to steal a glance at her. The fading light illuminated her face, highlighting the subtle freckles that dusted her cheeks and the soft curve of her lips. The remnants of worry and exhaustion were etched on her features, but they were slowly fading away, replaced by a sense of calm. Bucky couldn't help but smile at the sight.
"You okay?" Bucky asked, his voice gentle yet filled with genuine concern.
She turned to face him, their eyes meeting. She offered a small smile in return, her fingers tracing circles on the dock's worn wood. "Yeah, I'm alright. Just glad we made it back in one piece."
Bucky's metal arm brushed against her own, a silent show of solidarity. "You were amazing out there, you know. I don't know what I would've done without you by my side."
A blush crept onto her cheeks as she averted her gaze, the praise making her heart flutter. "You weren't so bad yourself, Sergeant Barnes. As always, you kicked some serious butt."
Bucky chuckled, the sound melodic and warm. "Guess we make a pretty good team, huh?"
The two fell into a comfortable silence, their shoulders touching as they watched the sun dip below the horizon. The vibrant colours of dusk reflected on the water, casting an ethereal glow that seemed to mirror the connection between Bucky and Y/n. They had been through countless battles together, their shared experiences forging an unbreakable bond.
Her fingers intertwined with Bucky's, their hands fitting together perfectly like the missing pieces of a puzzle. Bucky's touch sent a wave of reassurance and comfort through her, erasing any lingering traces of fear. It was a silent understanding, a language spoken between them without words.
"You know," she began softly, her voice laced with vulnerability, "I don't think I could've come this far without you. You've been my anchor, James."
Bucky squeezed her hand gently, his voice filled with unwavering sincerity. "And you've been mine, Y/n. You've shown me that there's still goodness left in this world, even after everything I've done."
Their gazes met once more, the depth of their feelings mirrored in their eyes. Time seemed to stand still as they leaned in, their lips brushing against each other's in a tender kiss. It was a silent promise, a shared understanding of the love and support they found in one another.
As they pulled apart, Bucky rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling. "We'll always have each other's backs, no matter what comes our way. I'll protect you, Y/n. Always."
A tear slipped down Ella's cheek, but it held no sadness. It was a tear of gratitude, of immense love for the man before her. "And I'll stand by your side, Bucky. Through thick and thin."
In that moment, as the sun disappeared beyond the horizon, Bucky and Y/n found solace in each other's arms. The echoes of their past faded away, replaced by the promise of a brighter future. Together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, drawing strength from their unwavering love and unbreakable bond.
As the stars twinkled in the night sky, the lake embraced their shared silence, forever holding their secret love story beneath its gentle ripples.
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Day 17 ~ Breakfast In Bed

How Spin the Bottle leads to breakfast in bed and confessed feelings.
“Do you guys want to play spin the bottle?” Tony asks wearing a mischievous grin. You all look at each other before looking at Tony again. “Seriously Mr Stark are we in high school.” You tease the man with a grin knowing he loves these sort of games. “I don’t see why we can’t.” Bucky says with a small smile as he shrugs his shoulders in the mood for some high school games.
All you can do is sigh because you would love the opportunity to kiss him, but what if he doesn’t feel the same. What if your brother says anything because it is his best friend? The thought of your brother not liking you together has been eating you up from inside for a while. But you know what, you are not going to screw up your only chance of kissing the man you had a crush on.
Now this caused Tony to smirk because he knows now you are going to give in, it was his plan after all to get you and Bucky to confess your feelings towards each other. “Alright let’s do this.” You say and James smiles at you with a shy grin. You take your place on the couch that formed a circle full of friends when the party started to die down a bit. Tony places a beer bottle in the middle of the group causing them all to groan but they gave in nonetheless because they know Tony will not give up. “Okay guys.” Tony claps his hands together. “Who wants to go first?" he grins at his colleagues and friends.
“Since Bucky agreed first why doesn’t he go first.” Steve grins as he is in on Tony’s plan. He really wants his best friend and sister to finally get together after years of pining. As Steve looks at James he smiles and nods towards the bottle. “Okay guys how this is going to work is if the bottle lands on you, you are going to go into that closet and do whatever you want for seven minutes.” Tony explains. “Everything is on the table” he smirked looking around the room.
Bucky sighs and moves forward to spin the brown bottle and your breath stops as the bottle starts slowing till it stops completely in front of you. “Y/N.” Natasha call you out of your daze. “Huh?” you look at the ginger and you catch the grin she sends to Steve. “Cool, cool. Ok Tin Man and Ms America it’s your turn.” Tony smirks as you and Bucky blush. Getting on your knees to stand up he follows you towards the closet. And your teams cheers all around you.
“Okay love birds when this door closes do whatever you want. You have seven minutes.” Tony said closing the door behind you and Bucky. “I’m so glad I get to do this with you.” James smiles at you “I’ve been waiting forever to kiss you so if you don’t feel the same please stop me now otherwise I will not be able to help myself.” You blush at the look on his face. “Please kiss me.” You pleaded and he pulls you into a kiss.
‘This day couldn’t possibly get any more perfect.’ you think and before you could think further he pulls away from the kiss. You smile at him and he chuckles. “Please kiss me again.” You whispered against his lips and he happily obliged. He leans forward closing the gap between your faces as he presses his lips, softly, against yours. You really love the feeling of his lips against yours.
As you guys sink towards the floor he places his hands on your hips to pull you onto his lap. You lift your hands to his cheeks rubbing softly as he moves your lips together. He bites your bottom lip as pulls away again to take a breather keeping his forehead against yours. He smiles at you in a shaky voice you begin talking. “That was better than I ever could have imagined it." He nodded pulling you in for a slow kiss before his tongue could enter your mouth the door opens.
“Times up love birds.” You hear your brother laugh as Bucky groans as he pulls away from you. “Guys.” Steve starts with a big grin. “If you wanna date go ahead. I would be happy if you guys are happy.” He smirks. “But just know if you hurt my little sister I will do nothing because she can look after herself.” He finishes as he see the look on your face knowing you are going to say something to him about looking after yourself.
“Okay guys if you will excuse us we are going to bed.” You say with a grin and the group cheered. “Finally.” They cheered again. As you blushed pulling him towards your room. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Tony called after you guys and you giggle before answering. “That is not a whole lot Tones.” He grins before yelling exactly as you and James leave the living room.
When Bucky’s eyes opened the morning he knows he is not getting back to sleep. It was only 7 in the morning so he decided to make breakfast for his newly made girlfriend. The only issue is you look so cute cuddled into him he can’t get up just yet. It took about five minutes to get out but you wouldn’t let him go. So after he got everything made he went upstairs to wake you up.
“Good morning beautiful.” Bucky greeted with a small smile. “I brought you breakfast.” He said pointing at the tray of food on you bedside table. “Good morning handsome.” You greeted with a tired smile stretching as you sit up. “So last night wasn’t a very good dream.” He smiled at you. “No sweetheart.” He said pulling you into a side hug. “Good because I would be very upset if it was.” “Now what did you say about breakfast.” You giggle when you smell French toast, as he pulls you into a good morning kiss you could not help but sigh in content. “I just wanted to say. I really do love you Y/N. I have since we were teens even though it has been a while I really am glad I get to call you my girlfriend.” He said smiling down at you. “I love you too Buck.” You smile up at the man you have loved since you were teens. “I am also really glad I get to call you my boyfriend.”
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Sneak peeks for Sacrifices - Part 4! I couldn't decide on just one, so you are getting like 4, lol:
- Vincent literally follows his dad around now as he performs his sorcerer's duties.
- Sexy time with Stephen in his favorite position as discussed in part 3 😉
- Bucky will be having a bigger part in the next couple parts.
- Bucky has developed a tendency of interrupting your naughty time with Stephen more often then your actual 5 year old. Stephen hates it.
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make-believe girlfriend J.B.
pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader, a smidge of grumpy x sunshine
wc: 3.1k
warnings: use of nickname 'peaches.' long distance relationship
summary: after a three month long mission, bucky returns and he has a girlfriend. the team doesn't believe she exists
a/n: i loooooveeee this i hope u do too ! <3
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it was supposed to be a simple mission followed by a month long sabbatical. three months steve told bucky in between sets in the training room. two months to finish the mission, one month to just… explore. you need to get out, discover, to just- i don’t know… do something else besides be a soldier.
bucky had laughed at first. “coming from you? the world’s best soldier? that’s rich.”
“i know i’m not one to talk. but i care about you, buck. wakanda was good for you, i just want you to be at peace again.”
bucky hummed. “i’ll think about it.”
steve nodded, then after a beat, added “if not for you, do it for me.”
that was two weeks ago. now, bucky can’t even believe he’s packing his bags and loading onto the quinjet. alone. for the first time in almost 70 years, he’s afraid of something. of what, he doesn’t know. that’s what’s so nerve wracking about the entire ordeal – with hydra, he’d always known who to fear, who to submit to. when he was fighting on the field, there was always a bad guy, an alien, a man with a scepter. but this was out of his experience.
footsteps sound behind him. dropping his duffel bag by his backpack, bucky turns around calmly, trying to read steve’s face.
“you can call every once in awhile… if you want to. or just- you know. don’t forget your check ins.”
bucky nods. “it’s just a couple months, steve. i’ll be fine.”
he laughs a little. “i know. i don’t want you to think i’m pushing you to get out.”
“i know you’re not.” a hesitant smile spreads on his face. steve can see right through it, but he doesn’t comment, merely offering a hug. he pats bucky on the back as they always do, and once again, bucky is alone on the quinjet.
it was scary at first. chicago is so different from his little corner in brooklyn, safe in a bubble of familiarity. his apartment came pre-furnished, and felt more home-like than his bare apartment in new york. it was easy to play along, to act like he was playing a part on a mission.
but then he met you.
the walls of his facade started to crumble, and he found himself seeping into the soft sheets of his bed instead of a thin blanket on the hardwood floor. it became harder and harder for him to convince himself that he was faking the enjoyment of this trip.
you worked at the cafe nearby his apartment. his neighbor came home one day as bucky was leaving, and the smell of her coffee coupled with the croissant in her other hand was enough encouragement he needed to try out the restaurant.
the bell at the front alerted you of a new customer. you smiled while frothing some milk for an order, “i’ll be right with you!” you chirped sweetly.
the way you moved behind the counter had bucky in a trance the first time he laid eyes on you. the atmosphere around you was bubbling; it was as if bucky had walked right into a room of sunshine, and you were the star, beautiful and gentle and sweet. he wanted more.
dusting your hands on your apron, you stepped towards the register. “what can i get for you?”
a pause. worry was etched on bucky’s face.
“have you been here before?”
he shook his head. “i don’t know what to get, i’m sorry.”
you smiled again, soft and reassuring. it melted his insides. “that’s okay. would you like any suggestions?”
he finally grew the courage to look at your eyes. his mouth went a little dry, lips parted in shock. you were just so beautiful. he couldn’t describe it. “yeah.”
another comforting smile spread across your face and it soothed him immediately.
“i think our latte macchiato is one our yummiest drinks. i usually get the peach cobbler croissant. it’s amazing when it’s warm and gooey.”
“peach cobbler croissant?”
you nodded, “house original. don’t knock it ‘till you try it,” another smile.
this time, he smiled back. “okay, i’ll have those, then.”
“great!” you finished registering his order before moving back towards the various coffee machines, lightly singing along to the music playing. a few more people trickle in and out, and bucky takes his time admiring the quaint cafe.
“hey,” you lightly call. “i never got a name for that order.” you hold a cup of coffee in one hand, a sharpie in the other.
bucky steps closer to the counter, a sudden surge of confidence rippling through him like it used to back in the 30s. “can i give you a number for it too?”
your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. with a shy nod, you place his cup on the counter and take out a notepad from your apron. he recites his phone number and, with a grateful smile, leaves the shop. his legs almost give out as soon as he steps outside. he’s never been so nervous around a girl before.
he finished his mission two weeks earlier than planned. that gave him a month and a half to do whatever he wanted in the city. what he really wanted was you. every morning, he’d try a new drink and whatever breakfast special you had that day. and every day, at the end of your shift, bucky would walk you home. or sometimes, you’d walk to the park and sit on the bench and just talk.
by the second week of this, bucky asked you out on that bench.
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stepping into bucky’s apartment, you place your keys in the bowl by the front door, and drop your apron next to your shoes. bucky lounges on the couch, a book in his lap and the tv on low.
“peaches?” he closes his book. “why didn’t you call me? i would’ve come to get you.”
you hum, sliding onto the couch beside him. “didn’t wanna bother you.”
he tsks at you before kissing your forehead, pulling you into his side. “how was work?”
you shrug. “i saw the cutest dog. i gave her some whipped cream and it was so cute.”
he smiles, squeezing you close. “wanna watch tv and order in?”
you nod, shuffling to grab the remote and putting your feet in his lap. “wanna watch gilmore girls?”
he massages your sock-clad feet and hums in approval at your question.
it’s odd how quickly he let go of his life at home. something about you made him want to be everything he thought he could be before the war, before hydra, before everything. he does miss home – new york city, the avengers compound, his clanky washing machine, steve and yes, even sam. but the longer he spends here, the more his home starts to feel like you.
“i think i love you.” the words slip out before he can register them, and his hands freeze in the middle of massaging you. you turn your head slowly, eyes softening upon hearing his words. “i’m sorry, it’s way too soon to say that i don’t even know why i-”
“i love you too.” you cut in. “i think i’m falling in love with you, bucky barnes.”
his eyes well up and he tugs you closer. “really?”
you nod, a grin breaking out on your face. “really.”
seeing your smile makes him start to smile too. “i’m falling in love with you, too.”
when he kisses you, it’s tender and caring, and his hand cups your face gently. he tastes faintly of apricot jam, and you sigh into the kiss, tugging him closer. “i don’t want you to go.”
he rests his forehead against yours, frowning. “aww, peaches.” bucky places a feather-light kiss to your cheek. “i’ll miss you so much.”
you nod in acknowledgement. “don’t know what i’m gonna do without you here.”
“i’ll visit as much as i can, honey.”
you huff, sniffing just below his jaw, inhaling his scent. “i know,” you pout. “but i really love being around you.”
bucky can’t help his smile from forming. you’re just so cute, missing him already when he hasn’t even left yet.
“good thing i have two weeks left to spend as much time with my girl as possible.”
his fingers slip down to your waist, pressing into your sides. laughter bubbles from your throat as you try to pry him off you. bucky chuckles at you, the adorable giggles spewing from your mouth are enough to make him kiss you again.
“you’re so pretty, peaches.”
you huff, out of breath from the tickling. “yeah?” it’s your turn. “you think so?”
“what are you doing…”
“…nothing…”
“peach- hey!”
you attack his freakishly hard abdomen, squeezing the muscles with all your might until bucky pulls you up and plops you into his lap, laying back on the couch. satisfied, you rest your hands against his chest.
“i wonder what stevie’ll think of you.”
your brow quirks. “you mean… captain america?”
bucky laughs, “that’s not his real name.”
you slap his chest lightly. “i know that, silly.”
“don’t know how i got so lucky.” his eyes twinkle at you.
lacing your fingers with his, you give his hand a squeeze. “me too.”
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bucky skillfully lands the quinjet on the helicopter pad at the compound. after showing you all the cool gadgets on the plane, bucky was reluctant to leave your side, but you kissed him and promised to facetime as soon as he was settled in, and bucky couldn’t say no to that, so he kissed you goodbye and waved as he took off, never having been so sad to return to his home in new york.
strolling into the compound, his backpack dangles from his right shoulder as he holds his duffel bag in his metal hand. he makes his way to his room, passing wanda and vision in the kitchen who say ‘hello’ while making some sokovian dish.
while he unpacks, steve knocks on his door despite bucky leaving it open.
“hey, buck. how was it?”
closing his dresser drawer, bucky shifts towards steve who steps into the room.
“it was good. i think… you were right. i really needed that.”
“that’s awesome, man. i’m really happy for you. maybe we can talk about it tonight, have some beers and just catch up?”
bucky nods, already grinning to himself when he thinks about telling steve about you.
he showers, facetimes you for a good hour, before friday alerts him that dinner is ready. he finishes his call with you and heads towards the kitchen, finding sam and steve spread on a table with food. natasha and wanda have taken their plates to the tv, opting to watch a new episode of some show. peter and tony are too caught up in some math problem to leave the couch.
“what’s up, terminator?”
squinting at him, bucky grabs a beer and pops it open with his metal arm, taking a seat beside steve at the round table. “so,” steve talks in between mouthfuls of food. “tell us about the trip.”
taking a gulp of beer, bucky bites the inside of his cheek. “i… met a girl.”
silence overtakes the three of them.
“what?”
“really?”
bucky nods, a blush already heating up his face.
“so… are you dating?” steve put his fork down to really look at bucky, still shocked at the sudden news. his friend nods in response.
“wow.” sam leans back in his chair. “i don’t believe it.”
“what?” it’s bucky’s turn to be shocked, eyebrows furrowing at sam’s confession. “what do you mean you don’t believe it?”
“you go on a three month long trip and suddenly you have a girlfriend for the first time in 70 years? no way.”
“sam, be nice.”
“i am being nice.” he loads up his fork for another bite. “i’m just saying i’ll believe it when i meet her.”
“well, she lives in chicago, bird-brain.”
“who lives in chicago?” natasha suddenly appears in front of them, an empty glass in her hand, presumably here to refill it.
“bucky’s girlfriend.”
“sam!” steve slaps his shoulder
natasha’s mouth drops open. “you got a girlfriend?!”
bucky’s mouth forms into a disapproving line. “yeah, and sam doesn’t believe she exists.”
she laughs at this, beckoning over wanda and tony.
bucky wants to hide in his room at the sudden amount of people staring at him.
“i’m with sam on this one.”
“really tony?” steve’s tone is teasing but he can’t help but feel bad for bucky. “you too?”
“i’ll believe it when i see it.”
“whatever.” bucky mumbles, his plate empty and beer gone. “you guys don’t have to believe me.”
“okay, buddy.” sam laughs. “good luck keeping up the act.”
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it’s been five months since bucky was first in chicago, and the team is nowhere near closer to believing in his relationship with you. they’ve walked in on him on the phone, smiling down at his text messages, him on call with you, even him calling a local flower shop in chicago to send you flowers. still, only steve believes you exist, but even he is starting to grow wary. somehow, bucky hasn’t shown any photographs of you, no letters, not even a video call to prove your existence.
“i don’t know what else to do, peaches.” bucky pouts into the phone. on the other end, you laugh softly.
“they still don’t believe you?”
“sam thought i was texting myself today. myself! i told him i don’t even know how to do that! when i tried to show him photo of you, he said it doesn’t count unless i’m in the photo with you. then he said something about shop photo.”
“... do you mean photoshop?”
“yes! that!”
you giggle at him again.
“this isn’t funny, peaches.”
“sounds awfully funny to me.” you can’t help but tease him. “why can’t you just put them on the phone?”
“they think i’m just gonna hire someone to pretend to be my girlfriend.”
you don’t respond for a second, merely humming. “i’m sure we’ll think of something.”
the conversation changes and after a few minutes, clint comes by to get bucky for training.
“hey, you’re late for training. steve is already downstairs waiting.”
“oh crap,” he pulls his phone closer to his ear. “i’m sorry, peaches. i gotta go. i love you.”
he hangs up after a moment and then moves to grab his gym bag.
“that your pretend girlfriend?” clint points to the phone.
bucky rolls his eyes. “not you, too.”
he raises his arms in defense. “sam has a good point.”
the two of them walk down the hall. “i don’t think he makes a good point.” he grumbles. clint laughs at him, entering the gym where nat and steve are sparring.
“he’s here.” sam calls out, alerting steve. “what were you doing? calling your fake girlfriend?”
“she’s not fake.”
“your make-believe girlfriend.”
“alright, sam,” steve interjects. “let’s just get started.”
by the time training ends, bucky just wants to cuddle on the couch with you and fall asleep. but you’re not here, and you haven’t texted him back since your phone call earlier. so, he’s stuck lounging on the couch, freshly showered, watching movies with the rest of the team for some “bonding” that steve insisted on.
“why wouldn’t they just exchange numbers if they clearly like each other?”
“because,” wanda turns to bruce. “she wants fate to bring them together.”
“fate is not a five dollar bill. fate already brought them together! they’re just denying it.”
before anyone else responds, friday alerts them of someone’s arrival.
“friday, who is it?” tony calls out.
“she is not in the stark catalog or the shield workforce database, sir.” she responds.
“how did she get in here, then?”
“miss potts approved of her.”
they all exchange glances until the elevator doors slide open and in it, you with your overnight bag.
stepping towards the group, you shyly call out. “bucky?”
he whips his head around, standing immediately. “peaches?”
a smile blooms across your face, dropping your bags to engulf him in a hug. he’s never hugged anyone so hard.
“what are you doing here?” he kisses the top of your head.
“i wanted to surprise you.” you speak quietly so only he can hear. “and i wanted to prove my existence” you giggle.
“who the fuck is that?”
“language.”
sam looks annoyingly at steve before focusing back on you two.
“sam…” natasha looks disappointed for him. “i think that’s bucky’s girlfriend.”
his jaw drops. “no way.” he scoffs. “no way she actually exists.”
“yeah, what?” tony looks around in shock. “and she just waltzes in here??”
you chuckle at the group of supers. “i thought you said they were smart.”
bucky laughs at your comment. “sometimes they are.”
“so you’re actually his girlfriend?” wanda studies you. “how did you meet?”
“bucky came to the cafe i work at.” you smile fondly at the memory. “we make the best peach cobbler croissants. i brought the recipe for you all to try.”
a few ears perk up at this.
“what’s bucky’s middle name?” sam quizzes. “if you’re really his girlfriend.”
bucky wants to slap his forehead.
“uhm… pretty sure bucky is his middle name.” you laugh out.
“oh.”
“that was a stupid question, sam.”
“i forgot!” he waves his hands around to dismiss what just happened. “what’s my middle name??”
“aren’t you supposed to be quizzing her about bucky?”
“not the point, peter.”
“you shouldn’t even be quizzing her.” bucky wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. “everyone, this is y/n. my girlfriend. my real girlfriend.”
the sight of affection from bucky causes a silence to settle over the group, as if that was the definitive determining factor in this whole ordeal.
“y/n, this is the team.”
you smile, waving at them.
“that’s steve.”
bucky points him out and steve immediately stands up, offering a hand. “it’s nice to finally meet you.”
you smile in response, the same soft one that had bucky falling for you in the first place.
“he’s the only one who actually believes you exist.” bucky whispers lowly into your ear, and the feel of his facial hair tickles you. “maybe we can all hang out later.” bucky announces, pulling you along towards the hallway to his room.
he shuts the door behind you, pulling you into his arms. “i can’t believe you’re here.”
you tug at his henley, dog tags clinking as you pull him closer, wanting to kiss him after being void of it for so long. “kiss me already, barnes.”
and kiss you, he does.
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Bucky x reader are having a baby but noone knows yet
Reader can feel her belly get chubby and while in the kitchen grabbing a snack, sharon and a few other agents comment on it and say if reader keeps gaining weight bucky won't be interested, reader leaves the snack and goes back thier shared room and hides away, bucky hears the quiet sobs and immediately rushes to you and asks what's wrong, you explain that you overheard someone talking about you but wouldn't say who but bucky finds out and makes a Big scene and spills the secret of your baby
Warnings: Mentions of body shaming. Major fluff.
A Secret Worth Spilling
Bucky had always been observant. Centuries of war, survival, and just existing as a man out of time had taught him how to notice things others didn’t. That’s why, despite the general hustle of the compound and the distraction of another one of Sam’s exasperated rants in the common area, he knew something was wrong before he even set foot in your shared room.
It was too quiet.
You weren’t the loudest person in the world, but you always made little sounds. The shuffling of your feet, the quiet hum of a song stuck in your head, the soft way you murmured to yourself when reading or cooking—Bucky had learned all these sounds by heart.
And right now? Nothing.
His brows furrowed, unease curling in his gut as he stepped into the room. That’s when he heard it.
A sniffle. A shaky inhale. Then, a muffled sob.
His stomach dropped.
"Doll?" His voice was soft, careful, as he shut the door behind him. No answer. Another sniffle.
Bucky immediately crossed the room, kneeling in front of where you had curled up on the bed, arms wrapped protectively around your midsection.
"Sweetheart, what’s wrong?"
You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. "Nothing. It’s stupid."
Bucky tilted his head, concern etched deep into his expression. "You’re crying, which means it ain’t stupid."
You swallowed hard, trying to suppress another wave of emotion, but your chest still trembled with the effort. Bucky reached out, his flesh hand tracing gentle circles on your knee while his vibranium fingers remained still - he always made sure to be gentle with you, no matter which hand he used.
"C’mon, baby. Talk to me."
You exhaled shakily, rubbing your hands over your arms as if to shield yourself from the words still ringing in your ears. "I was in the kitchen," you started, your voice small. "Just grabbing a snack."
Bucky waited patiently, nodding for you to continue.
"Sharon and a couple of the agents were there," you admitted, not meeting his gaze. "They…they made comments. About me. About-" Your voice wavered, and Bucky felt his jaw tighten. "About my weight."
His fingers twitched against your knee. "What did they say?"
You hesitated, clearly not wanting to repeat it. But Bucky could tell from the fresh tears pooling in your eyes that it was eating at you. He hated that.
"They said if I kept gaining weight, you wouldn’t be interested anymore."
Silence.
Bucky stared at you, unblinking, while his mind processed what he’d just heard. Then, something cold settled in his chest. A mixture of disbelief, fury, and something else—something raw.
"You believe that?" His voice was quiet, but there was something dangerously sharp underneath.
"No!" You rushed to say, shaking your head. "I mean—I don’t know. I wasn’t even thinking about it until they—" Your breath hitched. "I left the snack. I just—I couldn’t."
Bucky’s heart clenched. You were pregnant. Carrying his baby. And yet, you’d rather starve yourself than risk gaining weight because of some cruel words?
"Doll," he breathed, cupping your face with both hands. "Listen to me. And I mean really listen, alright?"
You nodded hesitantly, eyes wide.
"I love you. I love every single inch of you. Always have, always will." His thumb stroked your cheek. "And this?" He placed his vibranium hand over your stomach, the smallest of bumps already noticeable beneath your sweater. "This is the most beautiful thing in the world to me. Because it means we’re bringing a life into this world together."
Your lower lip wobbled.
"If you think for one goddamn second that I’d ever stop loving you because of some weight, then, sweetheart, we got bigger problems than a couple of bitter agents with too much time on their hands."
A teary laugh bubbled out of you, and Bucky grinned at the sound.
"Now, you’re gonna tell me exactly who said it," he continued, "or I’m gonna find out myself. And trust me, sweetheart, I will find out."
Your silence was answer enough.
Bucky exhaled through his nose, jaw clenching. "Alright then."
He pressed a firm kiss to your forehead before standing, rolling his shoulders as his expression darkened. He was going to find Sharon. And when he did?
Well. He’d always been good at making an impression.
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Bucky found Sharon in the common area, chatting with a couple of agents. They barely noticed him until he strode right up to their group, arms crossed, expression dark.
"Which one of you idiots decided it was a good idea to make my girl feel like shit?"
Silence.
Sharon’s eyes darted around slightly. "Bucky, I don’t know what-”
"Cut the crap, Carter," he snapped. "I know what you said. And I swear to god, if any of you so much as look at Y/N the wrong way again, I’ll make sure your next mission is somewhere real fun - like Siberia."
Murmurs of unease rippled through the group. Sam, who had been watching from the couch, arched an eyebrow. "Damn, Barnes. Didn’t take you for the dramatic type."
Bucky ignored him. "And for the record?" His voice carried through the room. "She’s not just ‘gaining weight.’ She’s pregnant. With my kid. She’s carrying My Baby. And if any of you have something to say, now would be the time because I’m ticked the heck off."
More silence.
Then-
"Oh," Sharon said weakly. "Shit."
"Yeah," Bucky scoffed, shaking his head. "Crap."
“Why are you…speaking like that?” One agent asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Need to practice not swearing, got a little one on the way.” He said sternly.
With that, he turned on his heel and made his way back to you without another word, not without grabbing a chocolate bar for you of course. The room remained dead silent in his wake.
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When Bucky returned, you were still sitting on the bed, eyes wide. You had heard the yelling. "You told them?"
Bucky shrugged, plopping down beside you. "They ticked me off."
You snorted. "Oh, so you just announced our baby to the whole compound?"
"Pretty much."
Despite yourself, you laughed and leaned into him. "Guess the secret’s out now."
Bucky pressed a kiss to your temple, his flesh hand settling over your stomach once more. "Damn right it is. And I couldn’t be prouder."
You sighed contentedly, letting the warmth of his presence soothe you. Bucky held you close, already planning exactly how he was going to make it up to you for even a second of doubt.
And judging by the way his fingers brushed over your skin, it was going to be a very thorough apology.
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Yours, Always | Part Twenty
Steve x reader, Bucky x reader AU
Word Count: 7.8k
Warnings: Violence, swearing, angst idk fluff lol
A/N: SORRY YALL ive had this done just had to coordinate the flashbacks and edit it but im in the process moving so im super busy! Im almost done building my new PC so im super excited
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The school hallway buzzed with the usual mid-morning chaos, locker doors slamming, voices overlapping, the occasional burst of laughter. You weren’t paying attention to any of it, focused on digging through your bag for your English notebook, when a few murmured words cut through the noise.
“Barnes is fighting.”
Your brows furrowed. Your fingers froze.
At first, you didn’t think much of it, Bucky got into trouble, sure, but fights? Not really. Not unless…
You heard it again, from another cluster of girls by the lockers.
“He’s gonna get his ass kicked.”
"Think he'll get kicked off the team?"
“God, he’s so stupid.”
“Probably over her. It’s always about her.”
That had your head snapping up. Your stomach dropped.
You barely noticed the sharp slam of your locker door against your fingers as you spun around. Pain shot through your hand, but you didn’t care. “Where?” you demanded.
The girls blinked at you, like they were surprised you were even asking.
“Out front,” one finally said, tilting her head toward the doors. Then, with a smirk, she added, “Not surprised, though. He only seems to care about you for some stupid reason, not like you’re that great, average at best.”
You rolled your eyes, already turning on your heel, already running.
Your heart pounded in your ears as you shoved through the front doors and burst outside, your breath catching at the sight of them.
Bucky and some asshole from the lacrosse team.
They were squared off, inches apart, the tension so thick it practically crackled in the air.
You barely made it onto the pavement before the guy shoved Bucky hard. Bucky didn’t move much, his frame was too solid, too steady but his jaw tightened, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
The asshole leaned in, muttering something low, something meant for Bucky and Bucky alone. Whatever it was, it made Bucky snap.
His eyes darkened, his nostrils flared, and before you could even scream his name, his fist was colliding with the guy’s jaw with a crack.
Gasps rippled through the crowd. Someone whistled.
The guy staggered back but quickly recovered, throwing a punch of his own, then another and another.
You pushed forward, shoving past people, panic gripping you as you saw Bucky’s lip split, his knuckles go red. Fists flew, bodies shoved, they still didn’t stop till, someone shouted.
“Alright! That’s enough man!!” A few members of the football team stormed in, grabbing them both, pulling them apart before it could go any further.
You didn’t hesitate.
You grabbed Bucky’s wrist, pulling him away before anyone could stop you. He let you, following without a fight, his breath ragged, his lip bleeding, his knuckles bruised.
Your hands shook as you led him toward the side of the building, away from the crowd, away from him.
“Bucky, what the hell was that?” you demanded, finally turning to face him.
His lip was already swelling, and there was a deep red gash above his brow, but he was smiling. Smiling.
He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. “What? He had it coming.”
You scowled. “Why?”
Bucky just shook his head, looking down.
You stepped closer, your voice softer now. “Buck.”
His eyes flicked up to yours.
“I’d do anything for you,” he said simply, as if that was answer enough.
Your heart squeezed. “But Bucky, I didn’t ask you to do this.”
His smile widened, slow and lazy despite the blood on his teeth. “Funny thing is… you don’t have to.” He shrugged, like it was the easiest thing in the world. “I’d defend your honor in a heartbeat.”
You swallowed, your fingers curling into fists at your sides.
Without thinking, you reached into your bag, pulling out a pack of tissue and an old water bottle. You poured some onto the tissue before pressing it gently against his lip. He winced slightly but didn’t pull away, watching you carefully.
“Well, this will have to do until we get you home,” you muttered. “You need ice. Your mom is gonna kill you.”
Bucky grinned. “Eh. I’d die for you, so it’s worth it.”
"Dramatic." You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “How's it feel?.”
"Hurts." He smirked, his tone playful. “A kiss would probably make it better.”
You froze. Your hand stilled against his lip.
He was staring at you, lips still parted, eyes still twinkling, but there was something else there, something unreadable, something that made your stomach twist.
Your breath caught, and before you could stop yourself, before you could overthink it, you leaned in.
Soft. Quick. Barely a brush, but it was enough.
Your lips landed on his cheek, lingering just a second longer than they should have. Your pulse pounded, your fingers trembling slightly against his jaw as you pulled back just enough to meet his stunned gaze.
“All better?” you whispered.
Bucky didn’t speak, didn’t breathe. He just stared.
You smiled, straightening. “Come on, Rocky.” You tugged him forward by the wrist. “Let’s get you home before your mom murders you.”
Bucky finally blinked, snapping out of whatever daze he had fallen into.
With a lopsided grin, he threw an arm around your shoulders, tugging you against his side.
“Lead the way, champ.”
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Clint’s eyes widened in horror.
“Shit—”
Before anyone could react, before anyone could breathe, Bucky was on him. He grabbed Clint by the collar, shoving him back so hard a chair toppled over, the sharp crash of glass shattering against the floor echoing through the stunned silence of the party.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
Bucky’s voice was lethal, his entire body trembling with uncontained rage. The veins in his neck were taut, his fists curled so tight at his sides it looked painful.
Steve was suddenly there, reaching for you, his hands outstretched, face pale. “Are you—”
“Don’t.”
Bucky’s voice was a low snarl, a warning, a threat, his wild, furious eyes snapping to Steve as he tossed Clint to the ground like he was nothing. He stepped in front of you, shielding you, his broad shoulders squared, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Steve stiffened. His voice was deadly quiet. “That’s my wife. Move.”
Bucky didn’t move.
His breath came ragged, his voice shaking with fury. “How the fuck have you let him treat her like this for years?”
Steve’s jaw ticked, hands curling into fists at his sides. “You don’t get to just insert yourself in my life, in our life and act like you know everything.”
“No?” Bucky let out a humorless laugh, his eyes dark and haunted. “I know what I see and I see a guy who stood by and lets her get treated like shit because he was too much of a fucking coward to do anything about it!”
Behind him, you stood frozen, shaking, your fingers fisting the back of Bucky’s shirt like a lifeline. Blood dripped from your nose, warm and sticky against your upper lip. Your first punch. A sharp, dull pain bloomed across your cheekbone, your breathing uneven as your forehead rested against Bucky’s back.
Steve’s nostrils flared. “You don’t get to come back and ruin everything! You don’t know what we’ve all lost! Clint’s been struggling, it’s not an excuse, but he’s my friend!”
“And she’s your fucking wife!” Bucky roared.
Steve flinched at the sheer volume of Bucky’s voice.
Bucky’s face twisted, something shattered and aching in his expression, his hands still clenched at his sides, his knuckles white.
“You don’t get to act like you know shit about loss,” Bucky snapped, his voice cracking.
The entire room seemed to hold its breath.
His chest heaved, his head shaking furiously, his voice wavering in a way that made your heart break.
“You don’t get to stand there and let him say she doesn’t deserve what she has,” Bucky’s voice was raw, gutted, stripped down to nothing but the wreckage of eight lost years. “I lost eight fucking years of my life in a hellhole.” His voice wavered, like he was forcing the words out past something thick in his throat.
Eight years of pain.
Eight years of loneliness.
Eight years of silence.
Steve’s face remained unreadable. But his eyes, the way his gaze flickered to you, the way something tensed in his jaw, he knew.
Bucky’s voice dropped lower, something heart-wrenchingly desperate in it.
“And if there’s anyone who deserves a fucking shred of happiness,” Bucky swallowed hard, his head shaking slightly, his voice barely above a whisper now, “it’s her.”
You felt it, felt it in the way Bucky’s shoulders curled inward, like the weight of everything was too heavy for him to carry.
Felt it in the way his voice broke. Because it wasn’t just anger fueling Bucky. It was grief, love, and a lifetime of waiting for something he thought he’d never get to have.
The room was suffocating. Too loud, too quiet, too much. The weight of it all pressed down, down, down, thick and crushing, wrapping around your chest like a vice. The tension was a living, breathing thing, heavy in the air, pulsing like a second heartbeat. No one moved. No one spoke. The world had stopped.
Except for Bucky.
His body was trembling, his fists still clenched at his sides, his chest rising and falling in uneven, ragged breaths. His jaw was tight, his face etched in fury, but it was his eyes that made your stomach turn, wild, desperate, burning with something deeper than rage. Something broken.
Sam placed a hand on Bucky's chest, he stepped between Bucky and Steve, his presence a warning. A plea.
“Come on, man,” Sam’s voice was low, grounding, but still firm. Not just to Bucky. To both of them.
Bucky swallowed hard, his throat bobbing, his breath shaking as he forced himself to step back. You could feel the restraint in him, the barely contained violence still coiling tight in his muscles, the need to lash out, to protect, to destroy, to fight.
But instead, he exhaled sharply, his hands twitching before finally relaxing, just slightly.
Sam turned to Bucky then, his expression unreadable, but something softened in his voice. Something quieter.
“Get her out of here.”
The words were simple, but they got the job done bringing Bucky back to reality. Bucky, who still looked like he was barely holding himself together, turned around fully to face you.
Your cheek still throbbed, a dull ache settling beneath your skin. The metallic taste of blood lingered on your tongue, the sharp sting of the impact still fresh.
But it wasn’t that that had you frozen in place. It was Steve. He hadn’t moved. Hadn’t said a word to you.
His face was unreadable, his lips pressed together, his fingers twitching at his sides like he wanted to reach for you because you know he did and a part of you wanted him to because it was still Steve but he didn’t know, because he didn’t know if he still could.
Bucky clenched his jaw, eyes flickering between you and Steve.
A deep inhale. A slow, measured breath, a final glance toward Steve. Before he turned, his right arm slithered around your waist guiding you away. But not before saying one last thing.
His voice was like steel, sharp, unforgiving. “Get him the fuck out of here.”
Steve exhaled sharply, his head dropping for just a fraction of a second before he turned to Clint. A long silence stretched between them. Steve didn’t say anything he didn’t have to.
The thick tension in the air said enough, the weight of what had just happened pressing down on everyone like an unbearable force. Clint’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his fingers flexing at his sides. His eyes flickered over the broken glass on the floor, the shattered remnants of the night, of a friendship that could never be pieced back together. He exhaled sharply, shoulders sinking, his face tight with something between anger and regret.
“Yeah.” His voice was hoarse. Defeated. “Yeah, I got it. Just gotta call a cab first.”
No one stopped him as he turned and walked out of the living room, his footsteps heavy, echoing in the stunned silence he left behind.
The party crumbled, guests murmured in hushed voices, exchanged glances, but one by one, they started filtering out. A few lingered, hesitant, casting wary looks between Steve and the front door like they weren’t sure if they should say something, do something.
But Steve wasn’t looking at them. He wasn’t looking at anything except the door where you’d disappeared. A deep breath shuddered through his chest, his hands running over his face, through his hair, down the back of his neck, like he was trying to ground himself, to breathe. But he couldn’t.
Because it was done.
It was done.
He didn’t even flinch when Wanda appeared at his side, her presence soft and steady, like she was trying not to startle him. She rested a gentle hand on his shoulder, her touch warm. She didn’t say anything at first, just gave a small, firm squeeze.
“I don’t know if I made the biggest mistake of my life,” Steve murmured, voice raw, “or if I did what I was supposed to.”
Wanda sighed, her heart aching at the way his voice broke, at the way his hands curled into fists like he was fighting everything inside of him.
“Maybe it’s both,” she admitted quietly.
Steve let out a hollow laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah. Maybe.”
They stood there for a long moment, surrounded by the mess of the evening, empty glasses, scattered napkins, the lingering scent of beer and something burnt from the kitchen. But all Steve could feel was the empty space where you should have been.
Wanda squeezed his shoulder once more. “You’re not alone, Steve.”
His throat tightened, his jaw clenched. “Then why does it feel like I am?”
She sighed, letting her hand drop. “Because endings always feel like that.
----
The dorm room was warm, filled with the soft hum of a record playing in the background, the scent of vanilla and coffee lingering in the air. Wanda sat cross-legged on her bed, pretending to read, her fingers absentmindedly toying with the frayed edges of her sweater. Across from her, Natasha lay on her stomach, legs kicking in the air as she flipped through a magazine, but Wanda could tell she wasn’t really paying attention..
“Would it bother you if I went for Steve?”
Wanda’s fingers twitched. The words were so light, so nonchalant, but they hit her like a punch to the stomach.
Her eyes stayed on the page, pretending to read the same sentence over and over again. “What?”
Natasha shifted, pushing herself up onto her elbows, watching Wanda carefully. “Steve, I know you used to have a thing for him.”
Wanda swallowed, her throat suddenly tight.
Used to.
She forced herself to laugh, shaking her head like it was nothing, like her stomach wasn’t twisting into knots. “I did not have a thing for Steve.”
Natasha gave her a knowing look.
Wanda smiled, too wide, too easy. “Okay, fine. Maybe I had a tiny crush on him. But that was forever ago.” She waved a hand, like she was brushing it away, like it wasn’t still sitting in her chest like a weight she never could shake. “It was nothing. I got over it before anything even happened.”
Natasha was still watching her, unreadable. “You sure?”
Wanda’s smile didn’t falter, not even for a second. “Yeah,” she said. “I’m sure.”
Wanda let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as she finally looked up at her best friend, the girl she loved just as much as she envied, the girl who was bold enough to reach for the things she wanted, the girl who would never hesitate the way Wanda always did.
“Tasha,” she said, voice light, steady. “What could a girl want more than two of her best friends to be happy? Especially together.”
Natasha’s face softened, her lips pulling into a grin. “You’re kind of the best, you know that?”
Wanda smirked, even as her chest ached. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
Natasha laughed, flopping back onto her bed, already lost in whatever thoughts were racing through her head, thoughts of Steve, of possibilities, of something that was never meant to be Wanda’s.
And Wanda just smiled, turning back to her book, pretending she wasn’t already grieving something she never even had.
Before anyone could say anything else, the door swung open, and Clint walked in, tossing his keys onto Wanda’s desk without a care. “Alright, which one of you is ordering the pizza? Because I’m starving.”
Steve followed behind him, laughing under his breath as he kicked the door shut with his foot. “You’re always starving.”
“Yeah, well, I burn a lot of energy keeping up with you, not all of us can just…look like that.” Clint flopped onto Natasha’s bed without invitation, making her grunt as she shoved him off. “So? Pizza?”
Steve shook his head, dropping into the desk chair, his eyes flicking to Wanda for just a second, just long enough for her heart to stutter. She looked away quickly, pretending to flip a page in her book.
Natasha sat up, stretching. “Yeah, we can order in. What do you guys want?”
“Not pineapple,” Steve said immediately.
Clint scoffed. “You have no taste.”
----
The city air hit your skin like a shock.
The distant hum of traffic and the faint glow of neon signs blurred together, but none of it felt real. The world had dulled at the edges, background noise to the raw, aching throb in your cheek, to the tightness in your throat, to the warmth of Bucky’s hands as they tilted your face toward the streetlight.
His jaw was tight, his breath uneven, his fingers twitching like he was barely holding himself together. Like something inside him was still coiled, ready to snap, ready to turn around and finish what Clint started.
“Are you okay, beautiful?”
His voice was quiet, but the weight behind it was anything but.
You barely had time to nod before his hands warm and calloused cradled your face. His thumbs brushed softly over your cheekbones, his touch careful despite the tension rolling through his entire body. His gaze dragged over your features, scanning every inch of you like he needed to commit this moment to memory, like he was making sure you were still here, still breathing, still here. It didn’t feel real to him, the feeling he had, the pure panic he hadn’t felt since they got captured and he realized the possibility of never seeing you again. He couldn't fathom the mere thought of you getting hurt on his watch, especially because of him.
Your chest ached. “I’m okay, Buck,” you whispered, but your voice wavered. “It was an accident—”
His grip tightened just slightly. Not enough to hurt. Never that. But enough to stop you mid-sentence.“You gotta stop making excuses for how he’s treated you.”
The words were soft, but the meaning behind them was not. The words cut, sharp as glass, lodging deep inside you.
You swallowed hard. “Bucky—”
“From what you’ve told me,” he continued, his voice a low rasp, “it shoulda been stopped a long time ago.”
You exhaled slowly, your fingers gripping at the hem of your dress. “Steve tries his best, but grief is strange.”
Bucky’s nostrils flared, his lips pressing into a thin line, his chest rising and falling in uneven pulls. His eyes burned into yours, something unreadable flickering behind them, something angry, something wounded, something like this should’ve never happened to you.
His fingers brushed against your jaw, impossibly soft, before he spoke again. “You deserve more than the best,” he murmured, voice so quiet it nearly got lost in the city noise. “You deserve the world.”
The words hurt. Not because they weren’t true, but because you weren’t sure you believed them.
A throat cleared beside you, shattering whatever had been building in the air between you and Bucky.
Sam stepped forward, holding out a wet cloth and a bag of ice.
“Here,” he said, his voice gentler than before. “Figured you’d need these.”
Bucky took both without a word, his fingers brushing against Sam’s briefly in silent thanks before turning his attention back to you.
“Sit.”
It wasn’t a request.
You obeyed without thinking, sinking onto the curb as Bucky crouched in front of you. His knees pressed into the concrete, his shoulders rigid, but his hands, god, his hands were impossibly gentle as he wiped at the blood beneath your nose.
You winced at the contact.
His eyes flickered up immediately, jaw clenching. “M’sorry,” he murmured, his voice lower now, rougher, like the words physically hurt to say. “Last thing I ever wanna do is hurt you.”
Something inside you softened at that, the raw honesty in his voice, the way his touch was so heartbreakingly careful despite the storm still raging behind his eyes.
“S’okay,” you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
Bucky just exhaled sharply through his nose, his thumb sweeping over your cheek one more time before he pressed the ice against your skin himself, refusing to let you take it.
Like he didn’t trust you to take care of yourself the way you deserved.
No one spoke as Bucky held the ice to your face. Sam was just hovering on the bench outside on the small porch, while you sat on the ledge and Bucky kneeled in front of you. Your eyes stared at the door because if they stared into Bucky's eyes any longer you knew you’d be a blubbering mess and you didn't want that, not on Steve’s birthday.
The weight of the fight still pressed against your skin, the sting of Clint’s punch radiating through your cheek and nose. The taste of blood lingered on your tongue, metallic and cruel.
You should be thinking about that.
Or maybe about your best friend sitting in front of you, taking such good care of you, his hands still twitching with the urge to do something.
Or maybe about the fact that your husband was still inside, trying to salvage what was supposed to be his birthday party, you hadn’t even given him your gift for yet.
Your bottom lip wobbled. But that wasn’t what was consuming you.
It was him.
Clint.
Because even now, even as he was leaving, he couldn’t help himself. He had to get the last word in.
“You think you’re so fucking special,” he muttered, his head shaking, his jaw clenched as he turned toward the street. “You think the whole damn world revolves around you.”
It happened fast. Too fast.
Bucky moved, the ice was placed beside you then he lunged before he even realized he was doing it, before anyone could stop him, before you could stop him.
His entire body coiled, years of trained instincts snapping to the surface. He was ready to throw a punch that would break Clint’s nose.
Your hand shot out, grabbing his wrist.
“Bucky, no.”
He turned, nostrils flaring, chest rising and falling rapidly. His muscles were rigid, his fingers twitching, his body screaming for release. His eyes met yours, saw the way your shoulders were shaking, the way you were barely keeping it together and he stopped.
You took a deep breath. Swallowed back the fury, the ache, the years of resentment clawing up your throat.
You turned to Clint. “You have no idea what I have or haven’t lost, Clint.”
Your voice was steady, but your chest was heaving, your eyes burning. “You have no idea what I went through when Bucky was gone. How I lost my best friend. How I grieved him. How I lost myself because of it and then when I finally started piecing my life back together, you treated me like shit, like I didn’t belong, like I was some placeholder for Natasha.”
You paused.
“I know I could never replace her,” you whispered, voice shaking. “I never wanted to. Because no one could ever replace Bucky. Steve never did, he never could, I would never allow that.”
Clint’s mouth opened, but you cut him off.
“You wanna know what’s not fair?” Your voice cracked.
“That you got to grieve Natasha properly. That you got to mourn your best friend because I didn’t. Because there was nothing to mourn. You got a beautiful niece out of it that looks exactly like her. I had a home I couldn’t even go to anymore!”
Your hands were trembling. “Quit feeling sorry for yourself and realize what you have. Because I know what I have!”
Clint’s face was unreadable.
His eyes were dark.
“I lost him.” Your voice broke.
“And then, by some miracle get him back, you’re acting like it’s a crime for me to be happy about it.”
Your breath hitched, your pulse roaring in your ears. “Just put yourself in my shoes.” You were breathing hard, your heart slamming against your ribs.
“I told you to leave my wife alone.”
Steve, his voice cut through the air like steel, sending a chill down your spine.
Clint turned, exhaling sharply, like he was about to argue.
Steve took a step forward. “Don’t make me make you leave.”
Clint scoffed, shaking his head, then he smirked. It wasn’t amused, It was vicious. Cruel.
“That’s your wife, huh?” His voice dripped with something toxic.
Your stomach dropped.
Steve stiffened, Bucky shifted, his entire body coiled like he was ready to snap.
Clint continued, his smirk widening. His words turned into something deadly. “You gonna tell her, Rogers?”
Clint tilted his head, mocking. “You gonna tell her about the divorce lawyer? The custody arrangements you’re already figuring out?”
Your head snapped toward Steve.
He went rigid. Jaw tight, face carefully blank.
Clint let out a cruel laugh. “Oh, wait! Of course not.”
He gestured between you and Bucky, his voice thick with mockery.
“But you did confide in the one person who’s been in love with you since we were fucking kids.”
Your heart stopped. Your head whipped toward Steve, pulse roaring in your ears.
Everything froze.
The weight of Clint’s words hung in the air, suffocating, heavy, crushing everything in its path.
Your heart pounded. Your vision blurred, your pulse roared in your ears.
Steve was silent.
Bucky was tense, his hands clenched so tightly at his sides that his knuckles had turned white.
“Clint.”
Wanda.
Her voice was soft, but the hurt in it cut sharper than any blade.
Clint’s face faltered, his jaw tightening like he was bracing himself.
“How could you?” Wanda’s voice wobbled.
Her eyes were glassy, a thin sheen of unshed tears making them shine in the dim light.
Her throat bobbed as she looked at him, as she searched for someone she no longer recognized. “Natasha’s been gone for seven years.” Her voice cracked. “We all lost her.”
The air around you was stifling, suffocating.
Steve tensed beside you.
“She was your best friend, Clint.” Wanda’s voice was thick with emotion. “And she was mine, too.”
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her hands trembling at her sides.
“Steve lost his fiancée.” She sniffled. “I lost my friend. Lily lost her mother. And yet none of us…none of us have treated anyone the way you’ve treated her.”
Her eyes flickered to you.
“Y/N lost her best friend. Just like you.” She swallowed hard. “And she has never, not once, treated anyone the way you have. She’s never turned her pain into something cruel.”
Clint’s jaw twitched, his fingers flexing at his sides.
Wanda let out a sharp exhale, shaking her head, tears welling in her eyes. “I don’t even know who you are anymore and I don’t think I wanna know you anymore.” Her voice was so quiet, but the words hit like a wrecking ball.
Clint flinched.
Suddenly outside felt too small, too fragile, too broken to fix. Wanda turned then, wiping at her cheek as she stepped toward the door.
She paused when she reached you. Her bottom lip wobbled. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered.
Your throat closed up.
Steve took a breath beside you, like he was preparing to say something.
“Wanda—”
She turned toward him, a sad, knowing smile on her face. “It’s okay,” she murmured and she was gone.
Wanda left, the echo of a cab door slamming shut lingering in the heavy silence. Clint exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face. He turned toward Steve, his expression unreadable, guilt flickering in his eyes. “I’m sorry, man,” he muttered. “And…uh happy birthday.”
Steve scoffed, shaking his head as he dragged a hand down his face. “Yeah,” he said bitterly. “Sure.”
You hadn’t moved. Hadn’t spoken. Your mind was still racing, replaying Clint’s words over and over, your stomach twisting into knots. You could feel Steve beside you, his body tense, his silence deafening.
Clint turned toward you then, hesitating, like he wanted to say something else, to fix what he’d broken and he opened his mouth.
But Bucky was already stepping forward, positioning himself directly in front of you, his voice low, sharp, deadly. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”
Clint turned, his steps heavy as he departed down the steps leaving only silence in his wake. The weight of it all settled into the air, thick and suffocating.
It was just the four of you now.
You stepped out from behind Bucky, your legs unsteady, your chest tight. Your gaze locked onto Steve’s, and your throat closed at the sight of his red-rimmed eyes, the way his lips were slightly parted like he was already bracing himself for what was coming.
“Is it true?” Your voice was quiet, broken, almost childlike.
Steve inhaled sharply. “Y/N, sweetheart, please, let’s just…let’s just talk about this.”
You shook your head. The tears you had been holding back finally broke free, trailing down your already bruised face, stinging against the raw skin. Steve’s eyes welled with his own, his hands twitching at his sides like he wanted to reach for you but knew he couldn’t.
“How could you?” Your voice cracked, splintering in the silence between you. “How could you do this before we even got to talk?” You let out a bitter, breathless laugh, your hands trembling at your sides. “I can’t believe you, Steve. I—I—”
Steve exhaled a shaky breath, his own tears finally slipping free. “How could I?” His voice wavered, thick with emotion. He ran a hand down his face, inhaling sharply before looking at you again, really looking at you. “Your best friend came back from the dead. How could I not?” His voice broke at the end, and his whole body deflated. “It’s been staring at me every second since he came back.”
He shook his head, swallowing thickly, struggling to gather his thoughts. “And look…I’m so glad he’s okay. I really am.” He sniffed, his chest rising and falling unevenly. “But, baby…” Steve trailed off, squeezing his eyes shut for a brief moment, forcing himself to say it out loud. “You love him. You love him more than you ever could have loved me.” He looked at you again, his expression filled with something final, something devastating. “And that’s okay.” His voice softened. “But we’re only hurting each other by staying in this.”
Your mind spun. Your heart pounded. His words echoed in your head, bouncing off the walls of your skull, slamming into every fragile part of you that was already crumbling.
“You don’t get to decide that for me!” The words came out raw, venomous. You stepped forward, but before you could close the space between you, Bucky reached for your arm. You ripped yourself away from him, shoving him off before turning on Steve, pressing your hands against his chest, pushing him back.
Steve let you, barely budging, his hands hovering at his sides, unwilling to stop you.
“Why does everyone think they get to make decisions for me?!” you screamed, your voice shaking, your vision blurred with tears. “Do I walk around with a fucking sign on my head that says ‘Screw me over, I can’t think for myself’?”
You couldn’t breathe. Your lungs felt like they were collapsing, like the walls of this apartment were closing in around you. Your hands fisted into your hair as you started pacing, sucking in frantic, shallow breaths. Your pulse was roaring in your ears, drowning out everything else.
“I gotta go.” Your voice was tight, strangled, your chest constricting. “I gotta leave….I gotta get out of here.”
You shoved past Steve before anyone could stop you, the air feeling thinner, sharper, suffocating as you moved.
“Y/N—”
You barely heard your name. Bucky’s voice, urgent, worried, calling after you. Steve moved to go after you, but before he could take a step, Sam grabbed his arm, shaking his head.
“Let him go,” Sam murmured. “She doesn’t need you right now.”
Steve flinched, like the words physically hurt, like they sunk into his ribs and pierced something vital.
Bucky was already gone, hot on your trail.
----
The city had always felt too loud, too fast. But after Bucky… after you lost him, it became unbearable.
You started getting panic attacks not long after he was gone. The first time it happened, you had collapsed on the floor of your dorm, your hands gripping your chest, gasping for air that wouldn’t come. You thought you were dying. You thought maybe your heart was giving out, that it couldn’t handle carrying the weight of all the grief anymore.
But it didn’t kill you. It just made everything harder.
The first time it happened when you started dating Steve, it happened in the bathroom when you stared at your reflection a little too long, and realized you were aging and Bucky never would again.
Steve had found you. He sat with you on the floor, his back against the wall, his hand resting over yours where it was clutching your ribs, fingers splayed gently across your knuckles. He didn’t ask questions, didn’t push. He just sat there and waited.
When the shaking had finally stopped, when the weight in your chest had lifted just enough to let you breathe again, he said. “I get them too.”
You blinked at him, your pulse still too fast, your breath still shallow.
Steve offered you a small, knowing smile. “Running helps.”
And it did. You weren’t sure why, maybe it was the feeling of moving forward, maybe it was the control it gave you over your own body, maybe it was just something to do but it helped.
Until the day it didn’t.
It had been an ordinary day. You had been out, walking, doing something normal for once, when you saw him.
Bucky.
Except it wasn’t him. It couldn’t be him, you knew that.
But God, it looked just like him. The same messy dark hair, the same sharp jawline, the same way he carried himself, shoulders broad and heavy with something unseen. You had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, your stomach lurching, your lungs locking up.
No. No, no, no….
You ran. You didn’t think. You just ran.
You ran until your legs burned, until your lungs ached, until your vision blurred and the city around you became nothing but flashing lights and smudged colors.
You didn’t know where you were.
You were gasping, your hands shaking so badly you almost dropped your phone when you called him.
Steve.
Your breathing was heavy and fast, his voice was alert the second he answered. “Y/N?”
“Steve, I—” Your breath hitched, your throat tightening so hard it felt like you were being strangled. “I don’t know where I am, I—I ran, I just ran, I couldn’t—”
“Okay, okay, hey, hey, I’m right here,” Steve soothed. You could hear movement, hear the urgency in his voice. “I need you to tell me five things you can see.”
You swallowed down the sob clawing at your throat, forcing your eyes open, forcing yourself to look. “A street sign, 23rd. A—A red car. A brown house with a broken step. A tree. And, um—” You blinked rapidly, searching, “A lamppost.”
“Good,” Steve breathed. You could hear the sound of his footsteps picking up, faster now. “Four things you can hear.”
You clenched your fists, focusing. “My heartbeat. Your voice. A dog barking. And… traffic in the distance.”
“I’m getting close,” Steve assured you. “Three things you can smell.”
You inhaled shakily. “Cigarette smoke. Coffee from somewhere. And… the rain on the pavement.”
His breathing was heavier now, faster. “Two things you can taste.”
You licked your lips. “Blood.” You had bitten your lip too hard. “And mint. I—I had a mint earlier.”
“Okay,” Steve murmured. His voice was so close now. “One thing you can touch.”
You saw him. Blonde hair damp from sweat, breathless from running, blue eyes frantic but so steady.
Your lips parted, your vision swimming, you ran straight into his arms.
“You,” you choked out, gripping onto his jacket like it was the only thing keeping you standing. “You, Steve.”
His arms wrapped around you, solid and unyielding, grounding you in a way only he could. “I’m here, I got you,” he murmured against your hair, pressing his palm against your back, his breath ragged. “You’re okay. Just breathe, baby. Just breathe. I’m here, I’ll always be here.”
----
The cool night air burned against your flushed cheeks, the sting of your tears cutting like glass. Your lungs ached, your legs trembling beneath you as you finally stopped running, your breath coming in sharp, broken gasps. The park was quiet. Empty. Just like it had been all those years ago.
“Y/N…”
You turned, your breath hitching, your heart twisting painfully in your chest as you met Bucky’s gaze.
He was standing there, just a few feet away, his expression unreadable at first. But then his face softened, his blue eyes sweeping over you, taking in your tear-streaked face, the way your body still trembled from the panic, from the weight of everything crashing down all at once.
You sniffled, your breath still short and heavy, wrapping your arms around yourself, trying to hold yourself together. “This is where I came when my mom told me about you.”
Bucky frowned, confused, but he stayed quiet, waiting.
You let out a shaky breath, blinking up at the stars. “I ran all the way from my dorm to here. I didn’t stop, didn’t think. Just ran and then I just… sat here for hours. I got so sick from the cold, but none of that pain felt like what I felt from losing you.” Your voice cracked, a fresh wave of tears slipping down your cheeks. “I never want to lose you again, Buck.”
His jaw clenched, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. His voice was hoarse, quiet. “You never will have to but…” Silence stretched between you, as he paused briefly. “Maybe you’re meant to be without me,” Bucky murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Your breath caught in your throat. “What?”
Bucky exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, his shoulders sinking. “Maybe that’s why we were never together. Why it never worked. Maybe we were always just meant to be friends.” His voice was quiet, but there was something else beneath it. Something broken.
You shook your head, your heart pounding. “How can you say that?”
He avoided your gaze, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “I just think… maybe we were better off apart.” He inhaled shakily. “Look at all this that I caused by coming back.”
Your stomach twisted. “Fuck you, Bucky.”
His head snapped up, his eyes wide.
Your chest was heaving now, your hands shaking. “Because we both know that’s not true! That it never was, that it never will be!” Your voice was rising, thick with frustration, thick with heartbreak.
You took a step closer, your body trembling. Your voice broke, the dam inside you shattering, again.
“I love you,” you choked out, the words ripping from you like they had been waiting years to be set free. “I have always loved you, Bucky.”
Bucky inhaled sharply, like the confession physically hit him, like he wasn’t expecting you to say it, like he thought maybe, just maybe, you never would.
Your heart was racing, your body trembling, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop.
“When you left,” you whispered, voice thick, “When you…God, Bucky, when you fucking died, I didn’t just lose my best friend. I lost everything.” Your fingers curled into fists. “I lost my home, I lost my heart, I lost the only thing that ever felt real to me.” You swallowed hard, blinking back tears. “And do you wanna know the worst part?”
Bucky was frozen, barely breathing, waiting.
“I never stopped loving you.” Your voice cracked. “Not once.”
Bucky’s jaw clenched, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.
“I tried,” you admitted, your voice trembling now. “I tried so fucking hard. I told myself I had to move on. I told myself I had to let you go. I convinced myself that if I pretended long enough, if I built a life with Steve, if I had a family, then maybe… maybe I’d stop loving you.”
Tears spilled down your cheeks, your breath ragged.
“But it never fucking worked, Bucky.” You let out a broken laugh, shaking your head. “Because no matter where I was, no matter what I was doing, no matter how much time passed… it was always you.”
Bucky’s lips parted, but no words came out. His eyes were glassy, his hands shaking at his sides.
“It was you when I said I do. It was you when I laid awake at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering what you would have said if you saw me in my dress.” You inhaled sharply, your voice barely above a whisper. “It was you every time I saw a damn shooting star, every time I heard a song on the radio that I knew you would love, every time I drove past some diner that wasn’t ours, a lake or some stupid field.”
A sob tore through your chest, a sound so deep it felt like it had been buried inside you for years, waiting for this moment to claw its way out. “It’s you, Bucky.” Your voice wavered, breaking apart like glass, raw and desperate and filled with every ounce of love you had for him. “It’s always been you.”
Bucky closed his eyes like he couldn’t bear to look at you, like the weight of your words was pressing too hard against the cracks already inside of him. His shoulders sank, his breath shaky as he exhaled, you stepped forward.
“I love you so much it fucking hurts.” Your voice cracked, your ribs felt like they were caving in, struggling to hold everything inside. “I have loved you for as long as I can remember. Through every version of us, through every almost, through every stolen moment that I thought meant something but you never let it mean anything.”
His breath hitched. His hands curled into fists at his sides like he was holding himself back. His eyes opened, and when they met yours, you felt it.
The pull. The thing that had always been there since the beginning. Since you were kids. Since the first time he stood up for you on the playground. Since the first time he made you laugh so hard you couldn’t breathe. Since every night spent side by side, under the stars, dreaming about the kind of life you both never thought you’d get to have.
“You were my first love,” your voice was softer now, but still trembling with the weight of everything, “and you are my last love. And I don’t care how messy this is, how complicated, how fucking impossible it seems because you are it for me.”
Bucky’s breath came ragged, his eyes glassy, his entire body frozen in place.
Your voice wobbled as you took another shaky step forward. “So don’t you dare stand there and tell me that we were never supposed to be together.” Your voice was barely above a whisper now, but it cut through him like a knife. “Because we both know that’s not true.”
Tears still streaked your cheeks, your breath uneven, your heart slamming against your ribs as you stared at him, waiting, searching, pleading.
Bucky looked at you like you were the most heartbreaking, most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Like you were something fragile and holy, something he wasn’t sure he deserved to touch.
You swallowed hard, trying to steady yourself. “But we need more time.”
His brows furrowed slightly, his lips parting like he wanted to argue, like he needed to argue, but he didn’t. He just let you speak.
“I need us to do this right, Bucky.” Your voice was barely there, but it held every ounce of certainty you had in you. “To finally get it right.”
You took a breath that barely filled your lungs, pressing your fingers against your temple for a brief moment before looking at him again. “I need to figure out this divorce with Steve—I didn’t even know we were getting one until now. I need to figure out Lily, everything. It’s just… it’s all happening so fast.” You sniffled, wiping at your cheek. “But all of it involves you.”
Bucky’s eyes searched yours, his expression unreadable, but his entire body was strung so tightly, like if he so much as breathed wrong, he would break.
You exhaled shakily, stepping just close enough that your fingertips brushed against his. “I know this is asking for a lot,” you whispered, voice trembling, “but… if you could wait a little longer—”
You didn’t even get the words out before Bucky moved.
He pulled you into his arms so suddenly, so desperately, you barely had time to react before you were against his chest, his arms caged around you, holding you so tightly like he was afraid you’d disappear.
You melted into him, clutching at his shirt, inhaling his scent, memorizing the way he felt, the warmth of him, the safety of him.
His breath was shaky against your hair, his fingers pressing into your back like he needed to ground himself in you, like he was afraid you’d slip right through his grasp.
"How's the nose?" He asked quietly.
"Hurts." you mumbled. "A kiss would make it better."
He smirked, shaking his head, he pulled back from the hug just enough to gently kiss your nose. His voice came, low, full of everything he had been holding in, he murmured. “Say it again, please.”
You froze before you whispered “I love you,”
His hands trembled as they reached for you, cradling your face like you are his entire world, which of course you are. His forehead pressed against yours, his breath shaky, his chest heaving.
Bucky whispered. “I’d wait a lifetime for a minute with you.”
His lips brushed against your temple, his fingers curling at the nape of your neck.
“I can wait a little longer, my sweet girl.”
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I love an insecure and clumsy reader! The whole thing is so cute!🥰
Falling first, Falling hard
pairings:avenger!bucky barnes × avenger!reader
Summary: The reader is a newbie to the team and is a nervous mess. On top of that she is falling hard for her metal armed teammate. Maybe just maybe, he may have fallen harder.
Word count: 1k+
Warnings and tags: reader insert, insecure reader, clumsy reader?, sweet bucky, he's down bad, cute fluff.
A/n: Two drabbles in one day?! I'm hustling.
You had always thought unrequited love would feel like a knife to the chest, but in reality, it was more of a dull ache—persistent, lingering, and impossible to ignore.
Being the newest member of the Avengers was already overwhelming enough. You were constantly surrounded by people who had saved the world multiple times, and despite all your training, you couldn't shake the feeling that you didn't belong. That feeling only worsened when it came to Bucky Barnes.
Because how could someone like him ever look at you the way you looked at him? You weren’t Natasha, who moved like a shadow in the night. You weren’t Wanda, who could alter reality with a flick of her wrist. You were just… you. And Bucky? Bucky was Bucky. And that meant he was completely out of your league.
The first time you met Bucky, you had been so nervous that you'd nearly tripped over your own feet while shaking his hand. He had smirked, and you had wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Since then, things had only gotten worse.
Like the time you had walked into the gym, not realizing he was shirtless and dripping with sweat, and let out an embarrassing squeak before running away like a coward. Or the time you had been sparring with Sam and Bucky had walked in just as you got distracted—resulting in Sam flipping you onto your back with an obnoxious laugh.
Or, worst of all, the time you had tried to make conversation with him over breakfast and accidentally knocked your entire plate onto his lap. That one had been the worst. You had stammered out an apology, turning redder than a tomato, while he had simply chuckled and told you it was fine. Steve had given him a weird look after that, but you had been too busy internally screaming to notice.
It wasn’t that Bucky was mean. No, he was the opposite—patient, kind, always willing to offer you advice on the field. But that kindness only made it harder, because you were convinced that’s all it was. Kindness. If only you knew the truth.

Bucky Barnes was a patient man. He had spent decades waiting for freedom, for redemption, for peace. But waiting for you to see what was right in front of you? That was torture.
Because Bucky had fallen first. And Bucky had fallen hard.
He had noticed you the moment you walked into the compound, wide-eyed and nervous, clutching your duffel bag like a lifeline. He had noticed the way you hesitated before speaking in meetings, always second-guessing yourself. The way you muttered under your breath when training didn’t go as planned. He had noticed the way you looked at him, too.
At first, he had thought he was imagining it. But then there were the stolen glances, the way your breath hitched when he got too close, the way you’d go completely red when he so much as smiled at you.
It was adorable. Painfully adorable.
But somewhere along the way, your crush had stopped being one-sided. Somewhere along the way, Bucky had found himself watching you just as much.
Noticing the way your nose scrunched up when you concentrated. The way your laughter was always the loudest in the common room. The way you always waited for him to return from missions, even if you pretended it was just a coincidence.
The way you never seemed to realize just how incredible you were. You thought you weren’t good enough. That much was obvious. But to Bucky, you were already more than enough. And now, he just had to make you see it.
You had been training in the gym, trying (and failing) to land a proper kick when you heard the door open.
"That was… somethin’," Bucky teased as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
You groaned. "Please don’t say anything."
Bucky smirked, walking over to you. "You’re overthinking it," he said, stepping behind you.
"Here, let me help." Your brain short-circuited when his hands gently settled on your waist, positioning you properly.
"Keep your balance," he murmured, his voice close to your ear.
You barely heard him over the sound of your own heart hammering in your chest. When you finally managed to execute the move properly, you turned to him, beaming.
"I did it!" Bucky smiled.
"Told ya." Your excitement faded slightly as you looked down.
"Still… I have a long way to go." Bucky frowned.
"You know, for someone as smart as you, you say a lot of dumb things." Your head snapped up.
"What?"
"You’re always puttin’ yourself down," he said, shaking his head.
"But you don’t see yourself the way I do." Your heart stuttered.
"The way you do?"
He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Doll, have you really not noticed?"
"Noticed what?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Bucky sighed. "I like you," he admitted, eyes locked onto yours. "A lot."
Your brain froze. "You—what?"
Bucky chuckled. "I like you," he repeated. "And not just in a ‘teammate’ kinda way."
"But… but you’re you," you blurted out. "And I’m just—"
"You," he interrupted firmly.
"And that’s exactly why I like you." You stared at him, completely speechless.
"You think I didn’t notice?" he continued, stepping closer.
"The way you look at me? The way you get all flustered when I’m around?" Your face was on fire.
"Oh my god, stop this is so embarrassing." Bucky chuckled, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face.
"It’s not embarrassing, sweetheart. It’s cute."
You swallowed. "You… really mean it?"
Bucky nodded. "I'm falling hard for you," he admitted softly. Your breath caught in your throat.
"And if you let me," he added, "I’d like to prove it to you."
For the first time in forever, the insecurity in your chest didn’t feel so heavy. Because Bucky Barnes had fallen for you. And maybe, just maybe, you were exactly where you were meant to be.
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I don't know if you usually take requests, but could you please write a drabble about Bucky taking care of the reader during her period? Period cramps are killing me and I just want some cuddles 🥺
aw i love this 🥹 i’m sorry your cramps have been bad, i’m sending you all the love and hugs your way💗 i hope this bucky fluff makes you feel better 🥰
Cuddles
♡ Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
♡ Summary: Bucky helps comfort you when you are having bad period cramps.
♡ Warnings: SUPER FLUFFY, light angst, period cramps, blood (duhhh), light self hate
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* i know this is mickey, but let’s pretend it’s post tfatws!bucky *
You had showered after a long day, doing your usual routine— taking your time to really treat yourself after a tough week.
Immediately after sinking into bed, the sheets feeling so good against your freshly shaven legs— it took no time at all for you to slip into a much needed slumber. You didn’t know you could sleep so soundly, so well. Most nights consisted of rolling and waking up occasionally in sweats. Tonight was the first, as you slept through the entire night, waking only the next morning.
You were excited to start off your Saturday after a good nights rest, except when you went to get up— you noticed you were still exhausted. It was then you could feel your back ache, all your limbs heavier than usual. You furrowed your brows in confusion, thinking perhaps you had gotten too much sleep. But as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, you suddenly felt something wet in between your thighs.
Glancing down, ripping the cover off— everything dawned on you at the sight of red smearing the inside of your thighs, your underwear ruined.
Fucking periods.
You knew getting that good of sleep was too good to be true. You could feel the tears working their way up, your nose burning with frustration. You had just cleaned and changed all your sheets, taken a shower. Now everything, including you were dirty again— like you had never done any of the cleaning to begin with.
You knew it was just your emotions running wild, so you willed your tears to stay away. Sucking in a deep breath, you walked to the bathroom sluggishly. You made it your mission to grab a pill before the cramps started— you had learned your lesson. Although you were starting your period, you were not going to let this ruin your weekend. You were going to have a nice relaxing weekend. Not letting the beauties of being a woman ruin your day.
If only you had kept that attitude up for the entire day. The cramps had come as you expected, but this time the pill did nothing to relieve the pain. The heating pad worked only for a few minutes before the pain came crashing in waves, your body attempting to curl in on itself from the discomfort.
You swore a ghost was digging a knife in your uterus, and right now— you’d appreciate if the ghost just ripped out your uterus completely.
You had holed yourself up in your room, only making it downstairs for breakfast before you were running back to your bathroom to empty the contents of your stomach back out. This was definitely one of the worst periods you’d had in awhile, and you just wanted to slip into a coma until it was over.
Knocking sounded from your door, and you rolled over still clutching your stomach. You looked a mess, you felt like a disaster. Periods always made you feel gross.
“Yeah?” You asked out loud, and you couldn’t hide the discomfort from your tone.
“(Y/n)? You okay?” Bucky asked through the door.
Your eyes widened at his voice, wondering what he was doing here.
You and Bucky had been dating for awhile now, and things had been great. You still managed to get flustered by practically anything he did— and he loved every second of your flustered state. There was one thing that was brought up though— and that was periods.
“Uh— yeah I’m fine! Just tired!” You shouted, nervous that he could sense your lie. He definitely could.
It’s not that you thought he’d judge you for being a woman and having a period. But you were shy to show him that vulnerable side of you. Both you and him had shown the soft sides of each other— clinging to each other when you needed each others comfort. But there was something extra vulnerable about this— and you couldn’t ignore the embarrassment you felt when you even thought of it. You didn’t want him to find you gross, or annoying as you whined.
Okay… I guess you were a little nervous that he’d judge you.
“Doll what’s going on? Can I come in?” He asked, his voice growing more concerned.
You pulled the cover over your legs, giving the room one last once over— it didn’t look terrible. You just wished you could have a minute or two to tidy up. You knew Bucky very well though, and he’d break the door down if you waited one more second.
“Of course, come in!” You announced finally, taking a deep breath, hoping a cramp didn’t hit you while he visited.
The door opened and Bucky peeled his head in first, after making eye contact with you— he sent a warm smile before heading all the way in, shitting the door behind him. He quickly made his way to the bed where he plopped down, looking over you concerned.
“Baby what’s going on? I feel like I haven’t seen you much today. You sure you’re just tired? You aren’t getting sick are you?” He rambled on, and your heart swelled at his concern.
“Buck— I’m fine really. Just didn’t sleep too good last night.” You completely lied, last night was the best sleep you had ever had. Too bad it leaked into today though.
He furrowed his brows and looked at you like he was about to figure you out— see right through you and pick out the lies. You wouldn’t be surprised if the serum gave him those abilities.
“You know you can tell me anything, right?” He asked softly, scooting closer so he could slip his hand underneath the covers to land on your bare thigh.
It was meant to be a comforting gesture, but you feared you’d get blood on him. You knew that was a silly thought— but you were paranoid.
He noticed you tense up from his touch and immediately he removed his hand, his face growing more concerned.
“Baby, what is it?” He pried, trying to look you over again— needing to know what the cause of your discomfort was.
You sighed and gave in, shoulders sagging in defeat. You didn’t want him to worry, and seeing his frantic eyes search you for a wound— you realized you were making this bigger than it needed to be. You just couldn’t ignore the embarrassment you felt.
“It’s just uh… I’m… I’m on my period Buck.” You mumbled, lowering your eyes to the bed.
His concerned expression melted away, his heart falling back into a regular rhythm. He knew he was prehistoric— but he knew what a period was. He just didn’t know why you wanted to hide it from him.
“Oh.” He finally said, “Doll— you can tell me things like that.”
“I know Buck but… it’s embarrassing and gross. I can usually deal with it and nobody ever notices— you know because it’s a normal thing.” You told him, playing with the edge of the comforter. “This one has just been pretty bad and… I just— I don’t know.”
You trailed off, avoiding his gaze. Bucky reached his hand over and tucked some stray hairs behind your ear. Tracing his fingers down your jaw to raise your chin up— that way he could look into your eyes.
“You’re not gross, okay? I’m sorry you’re in pain baby— I wish I could take it all away. It’s not fair you have to deal with this all the time.” He told you gently, and you leaned into his touch.
“It’s not usually this bad but… I don’t know, I guess it’s just a bad one this time around.” You assumed.
Before you could say anything else, you doubled over as the pain came back— stabbing into your uterus. You clutched your lower abdomen— hoping it would help relieve the pain. Bucky’s eyes widened at your whine.
“What can I do to help?” He rushed out, hands hovering over you.
If it were any other time, you’d find his protective, mama bear mode adorable. But for now— you were too busy being in pain.
“Just stay with me please? I don’t wanna lay here alone.” You admitted, your words coming out in whimpers.
Bucky wasted no time in kicking his shoes off, shimming his jacket off before he crawled back into the bed, sneaking under the covers. He leaned back against the headboard, pulling you on top of him.
“Don’t even have to ask doll, I’m staying right here. You comfortable?” He asked.
You reached down and raised your shirt just above your belly button, before you lifted his shirt the same. He furrowed his brows, wondering what you were doing. You laid down completely again, letting your skin smush against his, and because he was a super soldier and was always hot— his warm stomach felt amazing against your lower abdomen. Like a personal heating pad.
“Ahh… that feels good. You’re so warm.” You sighed, ticking your face into the crook of his neck.
He chuckled and smiled into your hair, wrapping his arms protectively around you.
“I love you baby.” He whispered to you, already feeling your breathing even out— falling asleep on him.
Your uterus calmed for now, the warm sensation soothing your pain. You could only wait until the next wave of pain came— but you knew you’d be okay with Bucky holding you.
“Love you too Buck.” You mumbled sleepily against his neck, your breath warming his skin.
He hated that you were in pain, wishing that he could take it all away— but he’d give you as many Bucky cuddles as you needed until you were sick of him.
Truthfully, you’d never get sick of Bucky cuddles.
A/N: short but sweet 🥰
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