#isms / i knew him / bucky

[aliumisms]

tag drop  -  bucky barnes  

headcanon  /  don’t do anything stupid until i get back  /  bucky  

visage  /  show me a hero and i’ll write you a tragedy  /  bucky  

isms  /  i knew him  /  bucky  

asks  /  who the hell is bucky?  /  bucky  

musings  /  i’m with you til the end of the line  /  bucky  

headcanon  /  i think you like getting punched  /  bucky  

[thecutestlittlebunbunfairy]

Tea Party

summary: Bucky makes you a glass of iced tea, which turns out to be more than you bargained for.

pairing: Dark!Bucky x Reader

warnings/kinks: Forced Age Regression, Brainwashing, Dark!Bucky, Forced DDlg

a/n: Hi All! This is for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor‘s writing challenge :3 I had prompt 28: “Character A drinks a peculiar tea. Character A finds themself feeling odd. Character B takes advantage.” (also happy early birthday to @nsfwsebbie!)

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An evening at Bucky’s townhouse was exactly what you needed. Bucky loved being a member of the team, loved being back with his best friend, but he relished his solitude. So, he’d bought a quiet little townhouse in Brooklyn. You and Steve were the only people he gave access to. Natasha teased that it was because he liked you, but you knew that couldn’t be true. You knew guys like Bucky. They dated super models or women who looked like Nat. And…you didn’t. You were chubby, plus sized. Face it, you were fat. However, you’d long accepted it, just like your height or hair color.

But just cause Bucky was unattainable to you didn’t stop you from harboring deep feelings for him. And somehow, by some miracle, you’d managed to worm your way into his inner circle. Steve insisted it was your heart. You had a way to touch everyone you knew and make everyone smile. Plus, your incredible baking skills helped.  Bucky swears your gingerbread cookies are mana from heaven.

You, like Bucky, you valued your time away from the team. Even as just an administrator, you sometimes got more than enough of Thor’s cockiness or Tony’s ego or Strange’s know-it-all-ism. So, whenever you and Bucky needed to just take a break, you holed yourself up in the townhouse for a day or two. He strode into the room, the sun practically gleaming off him like the angel he was. Today was especially bad. In his red Henley, sleeves rolled up, and worst of all, his hair pulled back in the manbun. Your ultimate kryptonite. In his hand he had a glass of iced tea that you’d requested

“Here doll. I thought you'd like this.” He handed it to you and you took a big sip, finding it incredibly sweet.

“Holy crud muffins.” You said. “How much sugar did y’all put in iced tea in the 40s?”   He chuckled in response.

“I didn’t sweeten it all. It’s something in the tea that makes it very sweet. It’s a special type of tea that I found on a mission once.” He smirked. But you could have sworn there was something darker in his eyes. You picked up the report you had been helping Bucky edit, but soon, you found yourself unbearably uncomfortable. Your clothes itched and seemed too stiff. And all your thoughts of your work were replaced with cartoons, toys. All your favorite things from childhood.

“Bu,,,Bucky. what's happening?” You slid to the floor. Bucky only smirked.

“Nothing that shouldn’t have happened already babydoll. Special tea created by Hydra. The idea is to regress people down to a childish state to break them down and build them back up. But when it’s watered down a little due to the ice it turns you into my perfect little submissive babygirl.”

"But whyyyy?" You asked, coming out more like a childish whine then an angry demand. You tried to stand but found it easier to just stay on your knees.

“Because you're supposed to be my little girl, baby. and I'm going to be your daddy and take care of you. No more work. No more responsibilities. You can just stay here and be my little princess.”  He suddenly leaned down and grabbed you, bringing you up into his lap. “You see princess, all this time. I’ve seen all the looks you’ve given me. I know how much it excites you whenever we sit together at movie nights. I know you want me. Just like I want you.” On his last word, he booped your nose and before you could stop yourself you giggled but your rational thought broke through and you tried to push him away.

           “No, Bucky. I can’t…”

           “Shhh. Babydoll. Relax. I know it’s scary. But when I see you, all I wanna do is cherish,  love, and protect you. And this is the best way to do it. So just let daddy take care of everything.”  He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. And in that kiss, that singular moment of what you’d always wanted, even if it was being forced on you, those childish thoughts took over. Your mind awash in a colorful haze of stuffed animal, coloring books, and cartoons. Underneath you could vaguely recall your grown-up thoughts, but they didn’t matter all. You wanted to please Bucky. Wanted to do whatever he told you. Wanted to be all his. And somewhere in you, you felt a tingling. like when you thought about Bucky; who was currently grinning like he had the world in his hands. And in his dark, twisted way, he did.

           “Feel good, baby girl?” He asked and you nodded.

           “Yes daddy.” You responded, your voice sounding slightly more childish and he knew he had you. He turned you in his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist and starting to stand but you squirmed. “Daaaaddyyyyy.” You wriggled in his grasp.

           “What’sa’ matter doll?”

           “I’m...I’m too heavy…” You blushed. Bucky narrowed his eyes.

           “Little girl. I never want to hear you say anything like that again. Understood? You are my perfect babygirl. I won’t want you any other way.” As if making his point, he squeezed your butt, making you blush harder and those tingly feelings returning.

           “Yes daddy.”  

           “Such a good little girl.” He carried you through the house and up the stairs to the one room you’d never seen. The room you’d always had thought was his bedroom.

“This is your room, princess.” He opened the door to a pastel paradise. Everything was white and pink trim, with hardwood floor covered by a soft powder blue rug. Stuffies littered the floor. A TV with shelves of Disney movies lined up in a corner along with a Nintendo switch gaming system (all games rated E of course) A toy box sat in the corner and a bookcase was pushed against the wall with plenty of kids’ books. There was a small table with a cushion nearby to sit on, and on the table was a stack of coloring books.

           And up against the back wall was a bed with drawers underneath which you would soon learn were full of onesies and other clothes perfect for you, Bucky’s little princess. But as Bucky held you on his hip while you looked around, his excitement grew…and you felt that excitement.  The tingles between your legs returning, but this time, you rocked slightly against him.

           “Mmmm babygirl. Are you rubbing yourself against daddy?” You suddenly bit your lip and hid your face in his shirt.

           “No no, little girl. Look at me.” He carried you over and sat you down on the bed, making you look at him.

           “It’s…just…these clothes are itchy daddy.” You pouted.

           “Hmm, well then maybe we should get you out of them.” He pulled the vest top you’d been wearing off. “My my, what a pretty lacy bra. Who did you wear that for?” He smirked and you blushed.

           “I…I wore it for you daddy…” you admitted.

           “Awe, you shouldn’t have baby. Daddy thinks you look most beautiful in nothing at all.” He said and you tried to cover your eyes; but Bucky caught your wrists in his metal hand and pinned them above you on the bed.

“No, princess. You won’t hide yourself from Daddy. Daddy wants to see it all.” On his last word he ripped your bra off. “Mmmm, you definitely can’t hide these.” He gave a few kisses and nibbles all over your breasts, making you squirm. Then his hand moved between the two of you, unfastening your jeans and tugging them, along with your lacy panties, down. “And these panties are definitely too grown up for a baby like you.” He growled, undoing his own jeans and pulling out his cock.

           “Fuck, babygirl. I can’t wait to teach you all the ways daddy can make you feel good. But we’ll just start with this today.” He rubbed his cock against your pussy. “I know it’s been a while for you, princess. So daddy will go slow.” And as promised, he slowly pushed the head of his cock in, rubbing at your clit and getting you nice and wet.  Once he thought you were ready, he started to push in slowly. The whole-time murmuring praise you about how you were his good little girl. “Babygirl you feel so good on daddy’s cock. I knew you would. Ever since I first saw you. Knew I had to have you.”

           If any rational part of you could process that, you’d be scared. But now, it only made you wetter, happy that Daddy was happy with you. You wiggled your hips a little and he smiled.

           “Mmm you want something princess?” He asked

           “More daddy…please?” you begged

           “Such a needy baby. Are you my needy baby?”

           “Yes…yes daddy…” At that, Bucky picked up his pace and started rutting into you faster, making you moan.

           “That’s it, baby. Nice and loud for me.” He purred, pressing kisses along your neck, the bed starting to shake a little from the intensity of his thrusts.  Some kind of pressure was building in you. You thought you knew what it was, but haze you were in blanketed that thought.

           “Daddy, I feel something…” your voice pleaded.

           “I know baby. Just let it build. Tell me when you feel like you’re gunna burst.”

           “Ye…yes daddy…”  you moaned, your hands trying to grip at his wrist but the metal being too slippery. It was only a few more thrusts before you whimpered

           “Daaaddy…i’m gunna…”

           “Let go princess. Let go for daddy!” The building pressure popped and you felt like you were flying. All your nerves standing on end with euphoric pleasure.  You felt your daddy thrust a few more times before you felt something hot filling you up as Bucky stilled above you.

           “Fuck, princess.” He grunted. He gave one or two more thrusts as rode out his climax. When he finally finished, he gently lay down, not wanting to crush you but needing a moment. The two of you were breathing heavy. You couldn’t believe what had just happened. Part of you screamed but that part was silenced by the realization you were having trouble breathing.

           “Daddyyyyyy…” you whined. “You’re smushing me!” Bucky turned his head so he was facing you, but his eyes were closed. A goofy smile spread across his face as he lifted his chest slightly up.

           “Oh, but this bed is just so comfy.” He wiggled, pretending to settle down but really it just rubbed against you and made you laugh.

           “Daadddyyy ‘m not a bed.” He let go of your wrists and raised himself on his elbows.

           “You’re not? Well then what are you?”

           “I’m your little princess!” You exclaimed, this new warped reality seeping in and drowning all other parts of your brain. Bucky leaned down and kissed you.

           “Yes, yes you are, now let’s get you into some proper clothes.” He said, before slowly pulling out of you. You whimpered at the loss of him in you but Bucky smiled.

           “Don’t worry, baby. You keep being a good girl and you’ll get as much of daddy’s cock as you want.” He promised before tucking himself back in and kneeling down. He reached into one drawer and grabbed a pullout. Then he opened the one next to it. “Princesses or kittens, baby?”

           “Princesses, please!” You replied and he grabbed the onesie covered in tiaras and stars. He set it next to you on the bed as he started to put a pull up on, but you squirmed. “No, I’m a big girl!!” You protested.

           “Now baby, you might be a big girl. But even big girls have accidents.” You bit your lip with worry. “Do it for daddy? Please?” He wasn’t lying. The idea of you keeping his cum in you like this turned on him so much. And he knew the influence of the tea would make you want to obey him

           “Well, alright daddy.” You gave in and he gave you another kiss between your legs before pulling it up. Let you get a little more tingly for him for later tonight.

As Bucky fastened the buttons on your onesie, he gave a raspberry to your stomach, making you laugh. He then scooped you up and sat you down at the little table.

“Daddy has to go do some grown up things. Why don’t you color me a pretty picture?”

“Okay daddy.” You looked through the coloring books and finding a Disney one and began to color a picture of Belle and her beast. Bucky placed one more kiss to the top of your head.

He went downstairs to his laptop and opened his email. His vacation had been approved by director Fury and Tony. All thanks to a recommendation from Cap. He now had 2 months to get you acclimated to your new life. He knew you would. He opened his tablet to the camera in your room and smiled at you coloring. Once you got accustomed, you’d be able to be home alone, even cook and clean for Bucky. He just had to make sure you had a little more tea.

That night, with a dinner of chicken nuggets for you and baked chicken for him, he told you his idea for once a week tea party and movie nights. And you had squeed with happiness at the plan.

 The rest of the team took it a little hard when they read your (forged) resignation letter. Bucky regretted it slightly, but he wasn’t sure the rest of the team would understand. Maybe someday. But for right now the only one who knew was Steve, who had helped him organize the logistics of all this. Steve had had his own reservations, but Bucky was his friend. And was acting…somewhat like his old self. Besides, in the dark twisted recess of his mind, steve justified that you liked Bucky, so it would work out, right? Plus, Bucky had agreed to share you from time to time and thought definitely made Steve smile.

 Over the next 2 months, Bucky trained you to be his perfect little girl, and his perfect submissive. His training tapped into the adult parts of your brain that could cook, clean, be Bucky’s perfect little housewife, but the weekly tea parties kept your brain deep in littlespace. And soon enough, Bucky’s vacation was almost up. He was a little nervous about leaving you alone but Steve reminded Bucky that since Hydra’s downfall, they had more local missions than international. And that Steve could check on you if he was home when Bucky wasn’t. Both these thoughts helped sooth Bucky’s nerves. He trusted you with Steve ever since that one night he’d introduced you to “Uncle Stevie” and the both of them had make you cum so hard you’d passed out.      

“C’mon daddy! It’s tea party night!” you bounced up and down on the sofa.

“Yes, I know princess.” He laughed. “I could never forget my own genius idea!” He set the tray of food on the coffee table. And he handed you your special princess mug full of tea.

What you didn't realize is that Bucky stopped giving you Hydra’s tea weeks ago. Somewhere, in the weeks of coloring books, Disney movies, and orgasmic bliss that Bucky kept you in, your mind had snapped and come to accept this as reality. The Childish and Adult sides of you merged. And would never leave your daddy, even if he would let you. But still, at least once a week, you begged your daddy for a tea party.

[imagine-loki]

Loki’s Cupcake

TITLE: Loki's Cupcakes

CHAPTER NO. / ONE SHOT: 2/2

AUTHOR: Solaramoonset

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Reader and Loki try to steal food from the kitchens and you almost make it successfully until Thor catches you both. You both wind up throwing some sweets at him and bolt, leaving him shaking his head annoyed but also amused at your antics.

RATING: Teen

NOTES:These are little side stories about what the others saw and did. it's not so much a new chapter as it is a different view of the story.

– Side stories -

Steve looked around the old neighborhood. He had grown up here, but everything had changed. Little mom and pop shops changed into chain stores, some buildings gone completely; the Brooklyn he knew was long gone. It was time for him to say goodbye to the past. As he was passing an alleyway, a whimper caught his attention. Dangling from a fourth story window, was a little girl, and she looked terrified.

“Hang on doll, I'll get you down.” He was up the fire escape and at the window in a flash. He bulked at what he found. That little girl was tied to a rope hanging from the window. Someone purposely tied her up and let her hang. Steve took the girls arm,she was shaking.

“Doll, this might be a little scary for a moment. You aren't going to fall, but I have to cut the rope. It might feel like you're falling but I got you. Ok? Ready, one two-” Steve cut the rope. He grabbed her tight as she began to fall. Pulling her into his chest, he noticed her shaking getting worse. “Let's take you home ok?” The girl didn't respond. Steve gently carried her down the fire escape and entered the building. A balding man was checking his mail and notice the girl in his arms.

“I wouldn't be bringing Rebekah back, Johnson's not a good foster father, you might wanna just take her to the police and send them to investigate. Children's services works too slow.” The man turned and walked away. Steve looked at the little girl in shock.

“Did you foster father put you out the window?” Steve asked gently. The girl's eyes widened and she gave the barest nod then winced. “Alright. You're coming home with me.” Steve held her close as he made his way back to the tower. He didn't stop until he was in his apartment. He set her down on the couch and pulled out his phone, ignoring the curious glance Bucky shot him.

“Hey Pepper, I might have just accidentally kidnapped a foster kid. I need some advice, and can I get a meeting with legal?”

“Steve get up to my office now.” Even Bucky heard Pepper's voice through the phone.

“Rebekah, I've got to go out for a bit, this is Bucky Barnes. If you need anything just let him know ok? I'll be back as soon as I can.” Steve pointed over at Bucky. The girl looked back and forth between them for a moment. Once Steve left, Bucky and Rebekah just looked at each other. No mater what he said, Rebekah wouldn't talk to him. It took four hours for Steve to come back. Rebekah had stayed silent the entire time.

“So what's going on pal?” Bucky asked. Steve rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well, … I'm a foster dad now?”

“Are you asking me or telling me? What's going on?” At Bucky's loud exclamation,Rebekah disappeared down the hallway.

“Long story short, her name is Rebekah, she been in several abusive foster and group homes. Until the state can find a suitable place for her, the avengers are her legal guardians. Pepper thought it best she stay here with me and meet everyone slowly. Bucky what am I gonna do?”

“You're gonna go in there, and help a scared little girl. I'm gonna go apologize for scaring her and we are going to take this one day at a time.”

=XOX=

Steve knew Rebekah wasn't eating enough at meals, but he didn't know how to get her to eat more. Bucky was the one who realized she was sneaking out at night, to get food. They decided as long as she wasn't causing mischief, they'd let her continue her nightly wondering. Bucky of course followed to make sure she stayed safe. Steve still hadn't masted following someone like Bucky had.

By Bucky's estimate, it was the fourth night Rebekah had snuck out when something happened; it wasn't even something she did.

"I didn't know Stark allowed children in his precious tower." That was Loki. Bucky hurried to the kitchen. Loki was in one of his moods and whoever crossed his path, would take the brunt of his anger. Bucky couldn't let Rebekah taken the brunt of Loki's anger.

"Don't know... Stark." Rebekah's voice was shaking; she was scared already.

"I am Loki of Asgard." Loki waited, Bucky knew Rebekah wouldn't respond,she was too scared. He stepped up behind her. "And what is your name?" Loki hissed. Rebekah squeaked and ran into Bucky's legs as she tried to get away. Her terror filled eyes looked up into Bucky's face.

"Hey kid, hurry back to bed before Stevie notices." Bucky patted her head gently and let her pass. He listened as she hurried down the hallway. When he was sure she was out of earshot he turned on Loki.

“I knew you could be a real bastard but that? Terrifying a child? What was the fucking point? That little girl has been sent from abusive home to abusive home. Raised voices have her running for cover. And you, you think its a great time to purposely scare her? In the middle of the fucking night? What the fuck is your issue?” Bucky pushed Loki up against the wall. The god sneered at him.

“What does she matter?” Loki pushed passed Bucky and stalked away down the hall. Bucky pushed his hand through his hair. Steve was going to murder Loki when he found out.

Two nights later while Bucky was following Rebekah, Loki made another appearance. Bucky hurried closer to kick the god away when Loki did the unexpected.

"Little one, I behaved badly when we met. Here, take this... as an apology." Loki held a cupcake out to Rebekah. She took it but didn't eat it, just kinda of stared at it.

"Its alright, you're not going to get in trouble. You can eat it." Loki encouraged. Slowly she raised the cupcake to her lips, Loki nodded and she took a nibble. One bite was all it took, her eyes went wide and she scarfed downed the cupcake.

"Good night little one, and I am truly sorry for frightening you." Loki stood and started to walk away.

"Rebekah My name is Rebekah " she called out to him. He smiled at her.

"Goodnight Rebekah". No words passed between Loki and Bucky. Bucky was worried about Loki's action. Was he really apologizing? Was this just a scheme? The following night, Bucky stayed over at Steve's and shooed Rebekah back to her room. He couldn't guarantee her safety with Loki. So for the time being he'd keep them apart. The next day he was sent on a mission with Steve and Loki.

=XOX=

“Pepper please! I have a mission.” Steve begged. Pepper sighed.

“Steve, I work fourteen hour days, how am I supposed to watch her?” Pepper knew deep down, there wasn't really anyone else he could ask.

“Take one day off, please. She hasn't meet anyone besides Bucky and she's still scared of me. I can't leave her with any of the guys. I can't get a hold of Natasha.” Pepper pinched the bridge of her nose, mentally calculating how to shift her schedule.

“Alright Steve, Rebekah can stay with me until you get back. Is there anything I should know?”

“She's terrified of men. She seems to tolerate me and Bucky, but she's still scared of us. She doesn't eat a lot. No matter what I've tried. She sneaks out at night. Bucky followed her to the common room. She's been sneaking food when she thinks no one's around. The quieter she is, the more scared. Also if her fear becomes too much she runs and hides in the smallest place she can find.” Steve rubbed the back of his neck. Pepper closed her eyes and took a deep breath before answering Steve.

“I see. So just me, no Tony. When does she see a therapist?” Pepper knew the girl didn't, but maybe it was time to make Steve realize he was in over his head. She needed more help than what Steve could give her.

“Uh.. I haven't set one up yet?”

“Bring Rebekah here so you can go to your mission Steve.” Pepper used her disappointed voice. Steve winced and nodded. He was back in her office within ten minuets.

“ Rebekah this is Ms. Potts. I have to leave for work and won't be back until tomorrow. Ms. Potts is gonna watch you while ism away. Ok?”

“Yes, Mr. Rogers.” Steve gave her an awkward pat on the head and left.

“Rebekah, I have to finish up a few things then we can get out of here. Do you want to draw a picture while I hurry up?” Pepper smiled at the little girl. Rebekah eyed her before nodding slowly. Pepper handed her a few blank sheets of paper and a pen. Rebekah went to the coffee table. Pepper quickly typed two emails, one with instructions for her PAs, and the second to Tony explaining what was going on. When she looked up Rebekah was bent over the paper. She typed a quick protocol for FRIDAY to alert her if Rebekah got up in the middle of the night.

“Alright Rebekah, I'm finished. Are you ready to go?” Rebekah jumped up and hurried over.

“Yes, Ms. Potts.” Pepper spied the drawing and reached down to pic it up. It was a view of the city from her office window. The detail was incredible. It looked like a piece from an adult, not a child.

“This is beautiful. May I keep it?”

“Yes, Ms. Potts.”

“ Rebekah, you can call me Pepper if you want. Since it's just us tonight, would you like to get a pizza?” Pepper smiled at Rebekah but Rebekah's eyes grew wide and she shook her head almost violently. “Ok, ok no pizza. What about grilled cheese sandwiches?” Rebekah smiled and nodded. Taking her hand Pepper led her to the pent house. Pepper watch as Rebekah nibbled on half a grilled cheese sandwich. The situation was worse than she thought. Rebekah gave her no trouble when Pepper said it was bed time. In fact, Pepper was surprised when FRIDAY alerted her that Rebekah was headed to the front door.

“Hello Rebekah, did you need something?” Pepper smiled gently at Rebekah. Rebekah had jumped at the sound of her voice. Turning slowly Rebekah eyed the floor.

“No Ms. Potts”

“Lets go back to bed then.” Pepper held out her hand. Rebekah took it gingerly, shaking. Pepper made sure her voice and touches were soft as she put Rebekah back in bed.

The next morning, Pepper and Rebekah were waiting in the common room as Steve, Bucky and Loki came in. Rebekah calmly took Steve's hand and waved at Loki. Loki, waved back. For a moment no one moved. Loki broke the spell by heading off. Steve shook his head and headed to his rooms.

=XOX=

Loki leaned against the wall and waited for Rebekah to appear. Despite what he said that first night, and despite what the other tower residents thought of him, he really did care for the girl. He saw bits of his own miserable childhood when he saw her. And he wanted to help her. "Tell me little Rebekah, shall we sneak to the kitchen and find some sweets?" Loki smirked as he saw Rebekah enter the hallway. She smiled and nodded at him. Loki took her hand and led the way to the kitchen. Something seemed wrong to Loki. Why was the girl sneaking out to steal food?

"Dose the good Captain not feed you?" Loki asked suddenly. Rebekah stopped. Loki looked down at her wide eyes and knelt in front of her."You will not be punished for speaking. Whatever else it may be, this tower is a safe place." Loki watch as Rebekah thought over his words.

"Mr. Rogers feeds me..." Loki waited but Rebekah didn't finish her thought. He needed to probe gently so he wouldn't scare her more.

"But?" he asked softly.

"If I eat too much I'll be a burden." Loki chuckled at the thought. Captain Rogers and Sargent Barnes regularly ate more than him. An amazing feat considering that they were human.

"Little one, have you seen how much Rodgers and Barnes can put away? Trust me, you are not a burden. Let's get some sandwiches with our sweets tonight, alright?" Loki knew he had to get some real food in her or the sweets would make her sick. He hoped she liked sandwiches, it was the only midgardian thing he knew how to make.

“Sandwiches are my favorite food!” Rebekah's eyes were bright as she smiled up at him. He could practically feel her vibrate with excitement. She wasn't lying, she truly loved sandwiches. Loki took her hand again and led into the kitchen

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“will you tell me about these things called group homes? What were they like? How was it you came to be with the Captain?” Loki kept his soft tones. He made sure to use his seidr to summon items to them. Her wonder kept her fear at bay, and she answered all of his questions. He kept his anger hidden as she told him about her past. He could tell she wasn't telling him everything. But what she did tell him, what she obvious felt was normal, was horrible. Her childhood was nothing short of torture. It was in that moment that Loki vowed to himself to protect and watched over the child. She may not have been his daughter, but she would be treated as a princess. He would see to that.

“I believe I can find some cartoons on the Television to watch while we eat.” Loki held his hand out to Rebekah. She grabbed it without hesitation. Just as they turned to the doorway Thor lumbered in. Loki felt Rebekah tense before hiding behind him. Loki was happy she trusted him enough to protect her but how to get her over her fear of new people. A crazy idea popped into Loki's head. When he was a child, his mother used sweets and over the top theatrics to distract him. That might just work here.

"Oh no it's the dreaded Older Brother! We must throw sweets at it of we are to escape!" Loki made sure his moments and tone were exaggerated. Rebekah giggled softly behind him; his idea was working. Now for a little bit of fun at his brother's expense.

"Brother what are yo-" was all Thor was able to get out before a cupcake smashed into his face. Rebekah's laughter bounced around the room. Thor stiffened before wiping the cupcake from his face. Loki doubted is anyone else would have noticed his brother's shock at hearing a child's laughter. Thor turned to Rebekah, and moved ever so slowly.

"Hello there, small one. I am Thor." He gave her a gigantic smile. Rebekah didn't move. Loki handed her a cupcake. Which she gently held it up to Thor. "Thank You." he said as he took it. When nothing happened at his touch, he took the cupcake to his mouth and took a bite. The moment his lips touched the cupcake, it exploded in his face. Rebekah shirked with laughter. Loki grabbed her hand and ran down the hall continuing to throw cupcakes at Thor. It was debatable if Thor would follow them or not.

IT would seem, Thor wouldn't follow them, but they had bigger problems at the moment. Barnes was in the living room and if his rigid posture was any indication, the soldier was close to the surface. Rebekah noticed him seconds after Loki did. Her laughter stopped and she hid behind him again. Her little hand grabbed the back of his pant leg.

"Barnes the irony of our situation is not lost on me. Stop scaring Rebekah" Loki kept Rebekah behind him. Barnes had tried to warn him off the first night he had met Rebekah and now here Loki was protecting her from Barnes Barnes made his way over to them, with each step a little more of the tension leaked out of Barnes Ever so slowly, he knelt in front of Loki, never once looking at the trickster, his entire focus was on Rebekah.

"Sorry kid." Rebekah peeked her head out at him. An idea twisted in Loki's mind. He hoped it would bring her laughter out again.

"Rebekah, why don't you give Barnes a cupcake. This one is special." Loki handed her a cupcake. It looked like all the others. Rebekah inched out to stand by Barnes, holding up Loki's special cupcake. Barnes, like the innocent fool he was, took it. Loki smirked. As soon as Barnes' fingers touched the cupcake, frosting exploded all around the room. Every piece of furniture, every bit of space on the walls, everything as covered. Rebekah began laughing and twirling in the frosted room. He face filled with so much joy, even Loki's smirk turned into an honest smile.

"Tony's gonna kill you for this." Barnes leaned in. Loki had no doubt if tony ever found out he would make Loki's life as miserable as possible of the foreseeable future.

"It's worth it to hear her laugh." Loki was a but surprised that he actually meant it. He would willing face Tony's wrath just to make that little girl smile.

"Stevie should see this, she's been so timid and shy, he doesn't know what to do." Barnes stated. Loki looked at him shocked. How could they have not seen how easy it was? Could the two soldiers be so hopeless?

“Earn her trust, then he will get to see this. But if you lose that trust, you'll hurt her more than an of these foster parents.” Loki couldn't help but sneer at the term. The people supposed to look after Rebekah had not been worthy of the term parent. Barnes nodded in understanding. The two watched Rebekah go back and forth between eating and plating. Loki made sure, they never ran out of sandwiches or cupcakes. By the time she seemed to be getting tiered, the sun was rising.

"What happened in here?" Rogers entered the room, confusion on his face and in his demeanor. Rebekah glanced at him before bounding over. Loki envied her energy.

"Mr. Loki made cupcakes explode!" She smiled up at him holding up one of the few remaining sweets. Rogers was stunned by her smile, and automatically took the cupcake. With and smirk and a wiggle of a few fingers, Loki was sure Rogers would get to hear Rebekah laugh. Nothing happened until Rogers took a bit, then the cupcake exploded in his face. Cake bits and frosting coated his face and hair. Rebekah fell to the ground laughing. Loki quietly chuckled. Rogers looked down at Rebekah almost reverently, giving her the brightest smile. Loki knew from that look, Rogers would not let Rebekah go back into the foster care system. Rogers had a daughter he would protect with a ferociousness that few ever saw from the good captain. Loki smiled to himself. He would stick around to help out, but now he knew Rebekah was safe, and she finally had a home.

"I think we should thank Loki, don't you?" Rogers held a hand out to Rebekah.

“THANK THAT MENENCE? NEVER!! LOOK AT WHAT HE DID!” Tony bellowed. No one had notice him enter the room, but he had apparently seen enough. Rebekah ran from the room, pure terror on her face at Tony's outburst. Rogers turned his gaze to Tony. Barnes stepped between them.

“Easy punk.” Barnes's voice was soft.

“Dammit Tony! She was just starting to relax. She was smiling. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Rogers glared at Tony. For a moment no one moved. Steve Rogers, the one who told everyone to watch their language, just cursed. Loki waved his hand and the room was once more pristine.

“While you two settle this, I believe I will go find Rebekah” Tony grabbed Loki's arm as he tried to leave.

“You're not going anywhere. I know the kids got issues but you can't destroy the tower to make her smile.” Loki looked from Tony's hand up to his face.

“Your precious tower is fine. Look around you. As far as issues go, ask FRIDAY to play our conversation in the kitchen last night Stark. Rebekah never lied, but she never told everything either. That child has lived in hell her entire life. Everything about adults scare her, she knows how to read anger better than any I've ever known and she hides when she sees it. For a few brief moments that child was able to be a child and you, you had to ruin it. For what? A magical mess that is gone as easily as it is made?” Loki sneered and towered over tony.

“I know you aren't good with people, especially kids, but try to remember, this kid, has never had the chance to be a kid. Her entire life has been fear after fear. You want to yell and scream? Fine do so, but at least ask Rebekah to leave the room first. Tell her you aren't mad at her but you need to yell at Loki, or me, or whoever. She may not believe you, but she'll leave to room. You have to be so gentle with her.” Rogers looked sad at the end of his speech. Tony let go of Loki and looked down.

“Pepper told me I had to treat her like she might break. She showed me the reports, the child abuse charges, the neglect, the hospital visits. I read it all. I'm sorry.” Tony rubbed his hand over his face. “Maybe after I don't scare her you can bring down to the lab to meet the bots. Kids love robots right?” Loki rolled his eyes as he walked away. Steve sighed.

“yeah Tony, I think so. We have to set up some ground rules or protocols or something to keep Rebekah safe. She needs to heal and we need to make this tower a safe place for her. I thought maybe a room or something but Doctor Willis suggest the whole tower. Teacher her she's safe everywhere. Please Tony, we have to help her.” Tony met Steve's gaze and nodded.

“Alright. Lets make this place safe. FRIDAY, lets start the Rebekah Protocols. What do we do to keep her safe Rogers?”

=XOX=

For an hour Loki searched the tower. Barnes had silently joined him. Together the walked the halls. Neither thought to ask FRIDAY where Rebekah was. “Little Rebekah? It's safe!” He called. He was really starting to get worried.

“Come on sweet heart, it's just me and Loki.” Barnes called out. They stooped as they heard a shuffle just around the next corner. Rebekah's head slowly peaked around the corner. “Rebekah, honey, come one out it's ok. You're not in any trouble.” Barnes called out to her.

“But I got Mr. Loki in trouble.” Rebekah slid back towards the corner.

“No little one, you didn't. Come here. It's all right.” Loki held out his hand to her. For a moment Loki wasn't sure she was going to take it, she still looked so scared.

“Mr. Rogers is mad.” She almost disappeared around the corner.

“He's mad at Tony, not at you. Not for something like this. He's making lunch right now. Hoe does ham sandwiches sound?” Barnes took a step forward. Loki could read his desperation.

“Sandwiches?” Rebekah came back towards them.

“Yep. With lettuces and tomato.” Barnes nodded. Rebekah look at them before taking Loki's hand. She looked up into his eyes.

“Are you sure, about what you said earlier? I'm not a burden?” she whispered. Barnes stiffen at her whisper. He watched Loki closely.

“Oh I'm sure. I've seen the captain eat. If he even thinks to make a comment I'll just remind him how much he eats.” Loki winked at her, smiling gently. Barnes slowly t out a breath. It seemed Rebekah was reassured by Loki's answer. They walked in silence to the captain's apartment, Rebekah shaking the closer they got. Loki made sure he held her hand the entire way. He would give her this same bit of strength.

“Hey punk, those sandwiches ready yet? We got a hungry group here.” Barnes called going first. Loki could tell he was giving Rebekah time. He would wait right there with her until she was ready. With a deep breath She went in. the Captain smiled softy at her and placed half a sandwich at the table. she sat and nibbled. She kept stealing glancing at Loki, as if to make sure, it was really ok to eat. Before he knew it, Rebekah had eaten her half sandwich and was glancing at him again. Loki smiled at her and nodded.

“Mr. Rogers?” she called softly. Barnes and the Captain had been talking quietly. Both stopped and looked at her. “May I have some more?” nothing happened and Loki reached for his daggers. Rebekah started to shrink back from the stunned expression the Captain wore.

“Yea! Absolutely!” the Captain jumped up and quickly got her another sandwich. He had the biggest grin on his face. “ You can have as much as you want.” Rebekah looked up stunned before breaking into the biggest smile. Loki knew that was the moment she finally began to trust the Captain.

"Oh! Before I forget, Peppper mentioned you liked to draw. you can use any of my sketch pads and pencils until we get you some of your own, ok?" Loki will never forget the look of pure wonder the Captain's words caused.

=XOX=

Two weeks later Tony woke in his lab. Something was off but he couldn't figure out what it was. Shaking his head at his paranoia, he went up to the common room for coffee. He heard her laughing long before the could see her. He didn't want to scare the kid again, but if he was going to do anything close to function, he needed coffee. Slowly, he entered the room trying to remain unnoticed. The laughing continued so he assumed he'd been able to slip past. As he finally got a sip of his coffee, he heard a familiar woosh and click sound. He turned to take a better look at the room. Rogers and Barnes were no were in sight, but Dum-E and U were. His bots were out of the lab! That's what had been off. He watched in amazement as Rebekah ran between the bots, tapping U.

“Tag!” she giggled. Tony cocked his head to the side. What was going on? U reached out and slapped Dum-E. Rebekah laughed hysterically. Every so gently, Dum-E booped Rebekah's nose.

“I'm it! I'm it!” she cheered and began racing through the bots again. A hand clapped him on the back as Steve came up beside him.

“I guess you were right Tony, kids love robots.”

END

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His Second Chance Part 13

Bucky x Reader

His Second Chance Masterlist

Bucky comes back from Wakanda with Steve, ready to begin his recovery from his days as the Winter Soldier, but there’s one thing he doesn’t take into account - you.

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of sex in conversation, scars, feeling self-conscious, language, mentions of past torture and pain.

Word count: Approx 2700

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Bucky pushes himself to talk openly about an insecurity.

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“Mhm and Steve is really in love with Nat.” You giggled, laying on your stomach on your bed as Bucky twirled around on your computer chair. “He so is, did ya see the way he looked at her earlier?” Bucky grinned, stopping the chair from spinning so he could look at you. “I know, pretty sure that’s why he was so angsty about us getting together.” You smirked, rolling over onto your back, head hanging down over the edge as you looked over at Bucky. A sweet, soft smile spread across his lips as he watched you. How is she mine? She’s so cute. “He should ask her out.” Bucky concluded. “He won’t though, he’ll keep bein’ angsty about it until Nat flies off the handle at him about it.” You giggled. “He might be Captain, but he’s not as brave as you, Bucky.” You looked him in the eyes, a gentle, soft gaze.

How does she do that? How does she just melt my heart like that?

Bucky got up from your computer seat, a little dizzy from spinning, causing him to stumble across to your bed. He flopped down next to you before moving to hover above you, a lazy lopsided grin on his lips as you lifted your head to look at him. You slid back onto the bed properly, cheeks heating up as Bucky lowered himself over you, chestnut hair falling out from behind his ear as he approached. He lowered himself onto his forearms, his hair tickling your cheek, hot breath fanning across your skin. His lips brushed yours, Bucky’s calloused hand gently stroking your cheek as he captured your lips in a heart stopping kiss.

Bucky had gained more confidence recently and it certainly hadn’t gone unnoticed by you. It was especially after Bucky’s recent therapy appointment, his confidence just seemed to peak after that. Little did you know that Bucky’s confidence wasn’t just coming from his therapy sessions, the same day he’d had a little chat with Sam.

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“How do I get more confident with her Sam?” Bucky had asked, chewing his lip as the pair of them ate breakfast. “Wanna kiss her more, have more confidence to uh- do things.” Bucky had resorted to asking Sam, feeling that he was the best guy he knew in terms of confidence. While Steve was confident about most things, he certainly was not so confident about relationships. “Oh you wanna do things, huh? We talkin’ like fondue? Actually I’m not sure I wanna know what you want to do with her.” Sam chuckled. Why does everyone call sex fondue around here? Is that a twenty first century thing?

  “But uh.” He paused, shovelling fruit in his mouth and chewing. “What you have to do.” He spoke through a mouthful, Bucky looking rather unimpressed by his behaviour. Sam swallowed down his fruit before speaking again, seeing the grossed out look on Bucky’s face. “You love her right? Don’t let those stupid voices hold you back. If you’re both ready for new things, try it. She’d tell you to stop if she knew it wasn’t right. Talk about it with her, set some boundaries, communicate with her.” Sam pointed with his spoon. “Can’t do anything until you talk to her about it. You’ll feel better about it when you do, trust me.” Sam smiled. For someone who relentlessly teased Bucky, Sam was always willing to give genuine advice where he could. Despite ‘I hate you’s and telling each other to shut up, Sam was becoming quite attached to Bucky.

***

Bucky broke the kiss, leaning back and hovering above you again, his lazy grin coming back onto his lips. Gotta do it, Sam said you’d feel better if you spoke about it. “Doll, I gotta ask you something.” You smiled, looking at him as you reached up to brush his hair behind his ears again. Bucky leaned into your touch, a soft hum vibrating through his throat as he closed his eyes. Just get it out, she’ll understand. “I want to take things further, doll. Want to love you more.” Bucky wasn’t even sure if he was making sense. “I um- how would you feel if we started… Doing more serious things?” Bucky asked. “Like what Buck?” You asked, smile still on your lips, cheeks painted with a soft blush, hair tossed about on the bed above you, a few strands laying across your forehead messily. “Like um.” He paused, tugging his lip between his teeth as he thought about it. “I want to- uh.” Stop cutting yourself off, come on, you were getting so good with your confidence, you can do it Barnes. “Try new things.” He diverted. You smirked, you knew what he really wanted to say, but he was too nervous to admit it.

“Do you mean you want to make things more intimate?” You asked, eyes half lidded. Yes. “No.” Yes, you idiot. “Oh.” You sounded a bit disappointed. “Sorry, doll, I meant yes.” Bucky sighed. “Still not got yes or no questions down.” Bucky chuckled, making you giggle. “I just- I wanted you to know but I don’t want to just dive right in, I don’t think I can do that.” Bucky explained. “I want to do more with you, but slowly, doll.” Bucky spoke softly. You nodded, a sweet smile playing on your lips. “You set the pace Bucky, and I’ll follow.” You grinned, leaning up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. Not sure I can take it slow, I kinda just want to be with her, I should go slow though, right?

“How do you want to approach it?” You asked, genuinely curious. “Uh, I’m not sure, don’t even know where I’d start.” Bucky sighed. I just know I really want you to call me Sergeant again because oh god- it makes me so- Yep, okay, calm down. “Well, when you’re ready Bucky, we can try something. We don’t even have to do anything beyond seeing each other naked if you want. Whatever you’re comfortable with.” You smiled. Oh I’d love to go beyond seeing her naked. Shit what if she thinks you look terrible naked? This damn arm looks awful, the skin is all fucked.

“What do you say Sergeant?” You asked innocently, not even knowing what your name for Bucky did to him. “We can always try something else if you’re not comfortable.” You reaffirmed that there was no pressure.

You know she won’t judge you; she thinks you’re handsome, told you she loves you, loves your arm.

What if she doesn’t feel the same when you’re naked? She wouldn’t, she sees past that, you know she does, Barnes. You’re an idiot for doubting her.

“Thank you, pretty girl. You’re too good to me.” Bucky looked at you, dreamy eyed, like you were a cloudy vision, like you were too good to be real. “Not too good, Buck, just right.”

“How was therapy?” Steve asked, his eyes on Bucky as he greeted you with a long, gentle hug. You and Bucky had just come home from the usual therapy session and coffee. “It was good, think I’m progressing well.” Bucky smiled. You parted from Steve, throwing a sweet smile at Bucky before turning and leaving. You were so proud of him; his progress was impeccable and he was opening up so much to you. He was getting better at speaking full sentences, only cutting himself off when he was really nervous or unsure and you noticed a change in the way he approached things. He no longer paused to contemplate, fighting with the voices in his head and if he did, it was only for a few seconds at a time.

“How are things with her?” Steve asked, looking in the direction you’d gone. “Honestly,” Bucky paused, a bashful smile curving on his lips. “Amazing, she’s too good for me, Steve. I don’t deserve her, but somethin’ about me made her fall in love and m’not sure what.” He sighed, leaning up against the kitchen island. “You deserve her, Buck. You absolutely deserve happiness like that.” Steve encouraged, bumping Bucky’s shoulder gently with his fist. “It makes me so happy to see you so in love, Buck.” Steve grinned widely. “And I’m happy she found you, you really helped bring her out of her shell.” Steve clapped the back of his shoulder. I did? Maybe we’re good for each other then, and not just her being good for me. “Never thought of it like that.” Bucky sat down on the stool at the island. “You’re good for each other.” Steve reaffirmed.

“Uh, Stevie.” Bucky broke the comfortable silence in the kitchen. He hummed in response, looking up from his phone at Bucky. “You have a lot of scars, right?” He asked. “Mhm, why?” Steve nodded, locking his phone and putting it away. “You used any of those things to make them look less…” Bucky paused to think. “Bucky, is this about your arm?” Steve interrupted, stepping forwards, hand coming down on his shoulder. “Uh.” He stammered, looking away from his eyes. Fuck, now he’s probably going to dad lecture you on how you should accept yourself or something.

“M’nervous about being, y’know, shirtless or whatever.” Bucky looked away. “Oh, you wanna fondue and you’re self-conscious.” Steve smirked. “No- I’d be self-conscious if I called sex fondue, Steve.” Bucky frowned. “What is it? You learn that from the Peter kid or something?” Bucky asked, Steve collapsing into laughter. “No, no, god.” He chuckled. “It’s a Steve-ism as Sam would say.” Steve grinned widely, stifling his laughter. “A… Steve-ism?” Bucky snorted. The fuck is a Steve-ism? “Yeah, yeah, anyway,” Steve giggled to himself for a moment before composing himself. “You want some of the stuff we use? It makes the scares appear less red.” Steve explained, waving him to follow.

You had heard Steve’s laughter and poked your head out of the door of your room, silently watching as Steve handed Bucky a tub of cocoa butter. After what you’d overheard them talk about, you felt a little ache in your heart for Bucky, feeling like his scares weren’t acceptable as they were, that it made him uncomfortable. Without even thinking, you found yourself at his door, knocking and waiting.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Bucky greeted you with a lopsided smile. “Hey Sergeant.” You smirked. “Can we talk?” You asked. Bucky moved to let you enter and you walked into his room, stopping in the middle and turning to face him. “I heard you and Steve talking.” You avoided eye contact; afraid you were overstepping. Oh no, she looks disappointed, did I do something wrong? I hope I didn’t do anything wrong. “I know you’re just going through the motions and Stevie is just trying to help, but,” You paused, taking a deep breath. “I don’t care if you have loads of scars, Bucky.” You reached out and touched his metal arm. “I love you. I think you are handsome. I think you’re smart and strong and brave. Seeing you without a shirt wouldn’t change the way I feel.” You say matter-of-factly. Bucky was stunned for a moment as he took in your words, his heart warming. “I know it’s not the same, but I have scars too, I have things I hate about myself.” You lowered your voice to just above a whisper. “I have a huge mark from being experimented on, scars from being hurt, tortured, attacked and burned. It might not look the same, but I have scars too.” You almost welled up with tears as you spoke.

Bucky looked down at the tub of cocoa butter. “I’m not telling you not to use it, Buck. I just don’t want you to use it because you think I’ll like it better if you do.” You concluded, ready for the floor to just swallow you up already. She cares so much, she’s so sweet. You looked around awkwardly before shuffling to the door. You felt awful, like you’d massively overstepped, said your piece where it wasn’t wanted, where you thought it wasn’t wanted. But you couldn’t be further from the truth. “Sorry, I’ll just- that wasn’t really my place.” You huffed, but Bucky grabbed your wrist before you could reach the door. A soft smile curving on his lips as he gently tugged you over to him, the tub of cocoa butter being thrown onto the bed half-heartedly.

“You’re so damn sweet, doll.” Bucky murmured. “So sweet to me.” He smiled. “I want you to feel loved.” You whispered. “I do, I do feel loved, pretty girl.” Bucky broke out into a grin, pulling you against his chest. “I love you.” You mumbled into his shoulder, making Bucky chuckle a little. “I love you too, doll.” Bucky kissed the top of your head, lips lingering for a few seconds.

“Can I see, darlin’? Where they hurt you?” Bucky asked, hand lingering over your left shoulder. You nodded, moving to pull off your jumper. You positioned your arm at the right angle for him to see the bright red raised patch on the inside of your arm. It was a different texture from the rest of your skin and spread a few inches wide where the serum had initially burned you. “Oh pretty girl.” He whispered. “M’sorry they did that to you.” Bucky gave you a sad smile, tears welling up in his eyes as he looked down at the harsh scar. “Can I see?” You asked, looking up at him. Without a single bit of hesitation, Bucky nodded and pulled his shirt off, leaving his chest bare for you to see.

Your eyes looked on at the marred skin where metal met flesh. Ugly, monstrous, disgusting, Bucky had thought to himself each time he looked in the mirror. But not you. You saw the pain he went through, but you also saw the man he became afterwards. You had no words, no sweet assurances as your delicate fingers trailed over the angry marks that had been left. Your feather light touch almost startled Bucky, the last time anyone had touched him there was to cause him pain, but he forced himself to remain still, to take a deep breath because he knew you were gentle and he trusted you.

“Does it hurt?” You asked when you saw him flinch. “No, just sensitive.” He shook his head. You reached forwards, slowly pressing your lips against his scars. Oh my- didn’t expect that. Did not expect that. Goddammit, she’s so good to you. She loves you how you need to be loved. His scarred flesh was bumpy, raised and a shiny pink. It reminded you of hot glue almost, the texture and strange healing pattern looked similar to a trail left by a hot glue gun. “It doesn’t make you any less human, Bucky.” You whispered against his scar, pressing another kiss to the skin there. Your hot breath tickled slightly. “Doll.” Bucky breathed out. “It doesn’t make you less. It makes you stronger.” You had decided it was your mission to see that Bucky truly felt comfortable and in that moment, he did.

“It hurt so much.” Bucky murmured. “I know, Bucky, I know.” You almost began crying, heart aching for him. They hurt me so much. “They hurt you too, they hurt you and I can’t- how could they hurt you like that?” Bucky whimpered out, cupping your cheeks in his hands. “How could they do that to you?” He whispered. “You’re the sweetest gal, so soft and gentle and they hurt you.” He pulled you up against his chest, tears springing to your eyes when you realised how his concern was only for you rather than for himself.

“They can’t hurt us anymore, Bucky.” You reassured him. “We’re safe now.” You whispered. “You don’t have to worry about them hurting us again.”

I don’t have to worry about them hurting you again.

Bucky was sure of one thing – he’d never let Hydra near either of you and if they tried, he’d protect you with every fibre of his being.

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‘my new romance-obsessed friend asked me who my last date was with and i was too embarrassed to say i’ve never been on a date so i blurted your name and it turns out they know you’ au or ‘i didn’t want to tell my friend who my real date last night was so i just pointed at a random stranger (you) but now they’re storming over to interrogate you and you’re playing along??? okay’ au

//- BAAAAAAAAAABE. You’ve worked so hard this semester, and you definitely deserve a break from the world and a break from school. Thank god there’s a break between semesters, yeah??? Anyways!! This is your reward ( one of many lbr ) for finishing the semester and only having one. More. Semester. To. Go.

Proud of you & luv u c:

Pairing: Natasha x Bucky

“Please, for the love of god, just stop talking.”

It made no sense why Sam was talking so much - they were in a library. Didn’t that mean that there was generally no talking allowed? Or at least, this much talking about a topic that Bucky really didn’t want to discuss? Especially with Sam “Hot Chocolate” Wilson? As if cramming for trigonometry wasn’t difficult enough, add a guy who can’t stop talking long enough to realize which class he was in, and Barnes was having more difficulty concentrating than he cared to admit.

“I’m just sayin’, man. When’s the last time you went on an actual date?” What was his major anyways? Buck could remember that during their senior year of high school, Sam had been relatively adamant about joining the Air Force, and yet? Bucky was fairly certain he applied to the same college as him out of spite. It made sense, but at the same time, why was this his life?

“I’m trying to study.” It was a very pitiful attempt at trying to get Sam to stop, but considering this conversation had been going on for about two weeks now, Buck was feeling a little worn down from it all.

“Like you even need to study. You’ve got As across the board. Bet.” This was enough to make Buck want to curl into a ball and disappear entirely. Instead, he just focused that much harder on the information in the book. But Sam was always super distracting. It was like he knew exactly what to do and what to say to make everyone’s attention move elsewhere. And goddamn it, it was working. “You go to the occasional party, yeah - I know you’re about to say that, but really, I’m talking about an actual date.”

This was driving him crazy, and desperation forced his hand to make up a lie. A very bold lie. One that he would immediately regret.

“Jesus Christ, Sam. I went on a date last week.” This got his attention, perking up his eyebrows in almost comical curiosity.

“Oh yeah?” He wasn’t really buying it by that tone. “With who? And don’t say that blonde girl who’s here on a dance scholarship. We both know you ain’t hitting that again.”

That was enough to make Buck wince, if only because a one night stand had turned into a several night stand … which inevitably became one huge dumpster fire that he occasionally feels the roast from. It was always Sam and Steve who doled out those memories.

“It was with Natasha.” A very bold lie indeed. Natasha was in the beginnings of a long career in college considering she was a med student, which made her prioritize academics above a social life, and she made sure people knew that with the sharpest of comebacks. Buck would be lying if he said he wasn’t taken by her sharp wit or her almost unnaturally red hair or the way she smiled like she knew a secret. Buck would only be furthering that lie if he said he hadn’t thought of asking her out regardless, but chickened out completely every time he took a step in her direction.

“Natasha,” Sam countered, obviously skeptical.

“Yeah, Natasha.”

“Romanoff.”

“That’s her last name, yeah.”

“You went on a date with Natasha Romanoff.” Even just hearing the lie made Buck think about telling the truth.

“Yeah, we had dinner.” Oh god, his mouth was moving without his brain’s permission. Sam looked at him a moment longer before looking around. Oh god, why was he looking around? Why, to point at Natasha who was actually sitting across the library from them, engrossed in some book.

“You had a date with her.” Sam didn’t take his eyes off Natasha, and Buck was coming closer and closer to the realization he fucked up completely in his lie. But his silence was met only with Sam standing from their table and sauntering over to Natasha. Every part of Buck wanted to curl up into the smallest ball ever and die. Just die. He could only bring his trig book up off the table and basically cover his face, because no one needed to see just how beet red he was getting out of sheer embarrassment of his lie being found out. His lie about Natasha Romanoff.

She was going to castrate him in the most professional way ever. He was sure of this. Buck was ready for the inevitable slap and glare.

It felt like ages until Sam came back, his expression unreadable as he continued his staring contest at the would-be engineer. It wasn’t until a smile broke out over his face - like the cat got the canary - that both relief and confusion his Buck like a raging bull in Madrid. This wouldn’t bode well. Why was he smiling like that?

“Nicely done, man. Scoring a date with the pretty redhead ain’t an easy feat, I’m sure, though I’m completely offended that you didn’t tell me.”

Wait. What. The confusion only deepened.

“Well uh, she wanted to be quiet about it, and I mean - it wasn’t a big deal or anyth- …”

“Not a big deal? Dude. DuDE. Bro. Dude.” If there was some higher being, Sam would stop this broken record of “Bro-isms”. Something heard his prayers as he hid behind his hands, trying to rub the entire situation from his eyes, for Sam quit talking. This was very unlike Sam in general, who could generally talk the ears off anyone. When Buck’s hands fell away, he was met with his friend staring at someone who was standing beside the table they sat at.

One glance up, and Buck wanted to throw up everywhere.

Natasha Romanoff was standing right there, staring down at Buck. Up close, she was startlingly beautiful. Never had he seen eyes so green and sharp, or that shade of crimson in naturally wavy hair. Though she was short, she still demanded a level of respect that someone with a much prouder stature would require. She was, for lack of better terms, incredibly intimidating.

‘If I could just die right now, that’d be great,’ Buck thought to himself.

“I think I left my jacket in your car, Barnes.” Oh christ, she’s playing along. She was even doing that lopsided smile - that secret smile.

“I can uh, get it for you if you want.” For some reason, this felt oddly intense and intimate despite Sam being right there, basically watching a movie for free. All he needed was overly buttered popcorn, and he would’ve been set.

“Nah, I’ll just get it on our next date. I think you said something about making me a dinner that was better than what we had already?” This had to be a dream. Or a nightmare. Daymare. Something. Thinking and logic were well out of reach by now, and Buck was scrambling to maintain his composure.

“Oh- Oh, yeah. Almost forgot about that. Friday night? If you’re not too busy studying.” This was like being stuck in a cage with a tiger, knowing full well that any sense of panic would make the damn thing attack him. But would she attack him? While he hoped she wouldn’t- NO. Not thinking about that.

“You two are adorable,” Sam finally chimed in. “I’ma let you two hash this out like the married couple you are. I got my own study date to get to.”

Both Natasha and Buck watched Sam walk away, his head shaking in disbelief.

“You owe me dinner, Barnes.” That subtle change in tone snapped Buck back to Natasha, his jaw somewhat slack.

“Listen- you don’t have to do this. Thanks for covering for me, but- …”

“No buts. You can pay me back with a dinner. Your place on Friday, I think you said?”

What the fuck was even happening?

“Uh … sure. Yeah. Totally. Haha.”

What. The- …