#james barnes: 14

[pluvio-lj]

This might be me screaming into the void a bit here, but I have a theory!

Bucky stayed with the new team to keep everyone in check and to make sure they're not being exploited by Valentina, he's either gathering inside information or watching Val's every move to build up evidence against her.

Maybe he's let Sam know, because they are partners after all, and Sam being "mad" and suing for the Avengers name is just part of taking down Valentina.

I just don't believe in the sambucky divorce and Bucky wouldn't be that stupid (not saying in a mean way) to work under government control after everything he's been through!

*Edit: this is not an anti thunderbolts post, it's anti Valentina post, I like the team, I don't like her*

[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober 14

Kink(s): Spreader Bar (BDSM)

Pairing: Roommate Bucky x f! Roommate Reader

Tags/Warnings: SMUT, compromising situations, spreader bar, dubcon (barely), mutual pining/lusting, vaginal fingering, creampie, p-in-v (wrap it!!!), dirty talk, pet names (doll/sweetheart/dirty girl/babydoll), roomates to lovers

Not beta read

Summary: You get stuck in a compromising position but thankfully your very helpful roomie is able to "help".

Word count: 2.6 k

As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive (even though I do try to capture everything) but please read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

I hope you enjoy; comments, likes and reblogs are always welcome! Banners : @/cafekitsune

A/N: Originally, this was going to be roommate! Steve but I really liked his softness ... so duh had to make it Bucky Boy instead. This one is going to also be a drabble series probably, but not as sweet as Steve's (at first) - Love, Grem x

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You weren’t too sure  what possessed you to open your new toy as soon as it arrived nor do you know why you thought it would be a good idea to try it out  alone. But you did. And now here you are, in your new favourite lingerie, made up to the nines, legs spread and so very, utterly stuck.

You had been feeling rather blue since your break up a few months ago. Your roommate, Bucky, had been a godsend throughout it but you just had felt like shit. But when your favourite online sex shop had a flash sale the week before, you hadn’t cared how much you spent, it was the first time you had felt something other than numb or fleeting happiness in a while. And when it arrived this afternoon, you were practically ripping the box from the delivery driver.

You had planned it expertly. Bucky was out for the day so you could try out plenty of angles, positions and rooms with your phone in private.  You had showered, done your hair and make up to match the new lingerie you had bought and felt so unbelievably hot and confident – it would be a waste not to snap some pics. Then it occurred to you to snap some with the leg spreader bar. Why not go all out?

But you’d bent too far over the back of the sofa, trying to get that perfect angle that would show off your plump ass and the bar, and now your feet couldn’t touch the floor and you’d slid too far forward  but not far enough for you to reach the floor with your arms and push yourself up. Even if you did, you risked injuring yourself somehow.

And what would happen if Bucky came home with Steve and-or Sam in tow? A cold , icy tingle ran down your spine. Uh oh. You’d never live this down – it’s embarrassing enough your crushing on your hot roommate without him seeing you like this, least of all his friends. Thankfully, your phone was still clutched in your hands and you huffed as you attempted to find Bucky's name in your contacts to warn him what he’d be walking into and to please, please, please not bring any guests home.

You: Hey, so this is gonna sound weird but I’m kinda stuck right now so if you could stay out a while longer that would be grand! X

You: and please don’t bring anyone around until I am unstuck!!!

You: Sorry x

Your face flushes with embarrassment and you mutter to yourself. You’re only snapped out of your thoughts when Bucky messages back.

Bucky: Stuck? Are you okay, doll?

Bucky: I’m on my way back. I can help.

You scream into the sofa pillow. God this couldn’t get any worse.

You: No, it’s really alright. It’s pretty embarrassing, actually.

The response is immediate.

Bucky: it’s alright. I’m happy to help and I won’t judge. Promise doll :-)

Curse Bucky and his kindness and curse him for being a big, dumb, helpful idiot.

You: Fine but you need to close your eyes when you come in!!!

Bucky only responds with a thumbs up emoji and you sigh. Whatever he’s expecting to find, you didn’t know if your current position would be better or worse. You hoped better because you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about Bucky in that way. More than once. And the thought of him finding you like this would have had you pressing your thighs together – if you could do that right now.

It took about ten minutes for Bucky to arrive home and you were wriggling wildly and yelling at him to close his eyes when you heard his keys rattle in the lock.

“Alright, alright doll. My eyes are closed.” He chuckled, closing the door behind him. “Where are you?”

“On the sofa.” You reply meekly, heating flooding to your cheeks.

“The sofa?” You can hear the confusion in his voice as he comes closer. “How are you stuck on the sofa?”

“I- uhh...” You trail, realising there isn’t much of an explanation to your predicament other than the truth.  “I was trying out something and... look it’s not important just please help and keep your eyes closed.”

Bucky shook his head in disbelief even though you couldn’t see it, you knew he was smiling. “Fine. Fine.”

“I’m in the mid- oh!”

 in Bucky's blind attempt to reach you with his eyes closed, he’d managed to bump right into you hitting his shins painfully against the spreader bar with a muffled clang.

“Ow!” he yelped, eyes flaring open to see what he’d hit only to be graced with your ass covered in lace. His eyes trailed down your stocking-clad legs, eyes widening as they spread apart to make a perfect triangle  with the metal bar secured at your ankles. “Oh.”

The sound was breathless, his mind blank and jeans suddenly too tight at the sight before him. He’d dreamed of you like this before but this was almost too comical to be real. It was like you were being served to him.

“Bucky?” You asked shyly, shaking him from his stupor. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He says thickly. “Tell me what you need.”

Your heart beats at a break neck pace. He hasn't opened his eyes has he? Even so, his helpful comment has almost rendered your brain, and legs, to mush.

“I - um - just so my feet touch the floor,” You explain, wishing you were literally anywhere else. “Then I’ll die of embarrassment in my room.”

“What were you doing?” Bucky asked, shamelessly gazing at your ass whilst you still thought (hoped) his eyes were closed. He wasn't sure if he'd get an opportunity like this again. It was much better than seeing you in a towel or pyjamas and better yet than his own imagination. He could feel his fingers twitch, itching to reach out and grip your hips, but resisted; trying to remember you were his roommate and friend.

You face burns hotter and there’s a slight tingle in a place you know shouldn’t be tingling when Bucky is being so kind to help you through this embarrassing time. But explaining to him that you were taking boudoir photos is possibly your newest low.

“I was taking photos,” You admit sheepishly, grateful he can’t see your face right now. Your whole body feels as if it's on fire and you don't know if it's in a good way or a bad way.

“Photos?” Bucky's mouth dries out. Photos for whom? He wished he could see them. Wished they were for him. Hell, he wished he could take them. Especially taking ones that captured the very moment you came, preferably over his cock, so he could keep it close by when either of you were away - just in case he had to rely on his imagination and needed a prompt.

You swallow thickly, the embarrassment seemingly never ending. “For me. They... God,  this is so embarrassing. They were to make me feel sexy.”

“Ah, right.” Bucky says absently, his mind only full of thoughts of pulling you against him. He pushed the thoughts away. You were his roommate. You trusted him to help. “But you are sexy.”

“Thanks,” you chuckle awkwardly. “Um, if you just grab my hips and pull me back I...” you swallow, mind racing to the gutter but before you can finish, Bucky's large hands are on your hips; half on skin half on lace. His flesh fingertips are rough and hot against your skin but the metal fingertips are surprisingly soft but cool and, coincidentally unbeknownst to you both, you and Bucky both stifle sounds of pleasure. You shiver as you feel yourself being pulled slowly backward, heat and an uncomfortable damp settling between your legs as Bucky effortlessly, though slowly, pulls you back to standing position.

As Bucky gives one final tug, there’s the click of your heels on the floor. Unfortunately, your heels rock back and you lose your  balance and to stop yourself from falling you stick your ass out on instinct, grabbing the back of the sofa to steady yourself.

Which would have been fine had Bucky not been stood behind you with a hard on. Your ass brushed past the tent in his jeans and you gasped.

That’s what broke Bucky.

“Fuck, doll, you look so good. All spread out for me.” He said gruffly, making you whine quietly.

“Buck.” You turn your head to look up at him, face flushed and wide eyed but God you look so perfect laced up, legs spread and bent double in front of him. You’re not sure what to say – what to ask – all you know is that you’ve been crushing on your roomie and he’s probably just said one of the hottest things you’ve ever heard in your life. Maybe that’s why you say possibly the dumbest thing that comes to mind.

“You were supposed to keep your eyes closed.”

A blush creeps up Bucky's neck as he looks down at you, hands still on your hips and intent on not letting go. His chest rises and falls with heavy pants and he grips your hips a little tighter. “Sorry doll, I just- shit. You look so good. I -Sorry.”

“It's not a bad thing,” you say quickly, feeling your own breathing become laboured. “I – I’m glad you like what you see.”

Bucky's eyes close and he stifles a groan. “Doll, don’t look at me like that.”

“Don’t look at you like what?”

“Like you want me to fuck you right here, like this.” He growls, eyes glowering down at you with heat so intense your body lights up. “Like you want to have me balls deep inside of you.”

Your mouth opens slightly as you stare up at him. You’d heard him curse before but not like that. You never thought that your roomie would say something like that to you. Your legs shuffle as you try once again to squeeze your thighs together, the needy ache between them becoming to difficult to ignore.

“Maybe I do.” You respond hoarsely. “Maybe I've thought about it.”

Bucky's grip on your hips becomes ever so slightly painful. “You have?”

You only nod and Bucky curses loudly.

You heard the click and clang of his belt coming undone, followed swiftly by the zipper his jeans behind you and God did it make you soaked just knowing he was about to have you. Your panties were tugged to your knees in one quick motion and before you could react to the sudden lack of clothing two of Bucky's cool, metal fingers sank inside your pussy without warning, making you moan loudly.

“That’s my dirty girl,” he praises, working your already slick cunt with his fingers with a smirk. “You’re already so wet for me, aren’t you? Feel good?”

“Yes, Bucky, yes!” You moan out eagerly, jutting your hips backwards even further into him. The metal fingers curl and scissor inside of you, stretching you open in front of Bucky, whose flesh hand squeezes the cheek of your ass roughly.

"Shit babydoll," He murmurs, moving his fingers out of you slowly, teasingly dragging them along your folds to make you whine. He looks at his glistening fingers with a satisfied smirk. "I think you're ready for my cock already."

Bucky doesn't even take the time to undress fully, his jeans hanging low on his hips as he frees his cock, tapping it against your ass cheek tauntingly. You wiggle your hips, trying to angle your legs so you could feel the thickness and heat of his cock against your skin again, but Bucky's flesh hand holds you firmly in place. You huff in frustration and can feel his tip on the curve of your ass again, this time trailing cool, sticky pre-cum.

"Excited are we?" Bucky watches you shift again, your ass looking even better covered in his pre-cum than the lace. He guides his length through your folds, sighing with delight at the silky warmth around his cock, and chuckling his tip nudges your clit making you moan his name.

"Please, Bucky." Your groan is muffled into a couch cushion. The slow torture was killing you in the best way possible and you were already desperate to have him fuck you.

"Please what, doll?" Bucky asks, repeating the motion with his cock again.

You curse loudly before gasping out, "Please fuck me."

Bucky grins triumphantly. "Oh, with pleasure, doll."

He draws his cock back up along your folds and sinks into you, hard and fast, filling you to the brim and bottoming out in one thrust. Your hands dart out in front of you to steady yourself as you make a silent oh. Bucky's metal arm circles your waist, pulling you to stand a little straighter as he waits for you to adjust.

There's a kiss to your shoulder blade. Then another. You swallow thickly, trying to regain the ability to breathe as you relax onto Bucky's cock with a long, drawn out fuuuuck. Once you relax into him, leaning further back into him, Bucky begins to thrust upwards erratically. The slapping noises of skin-on-skin are drowned by the sounds of Bucky kissing your neck and murmuring filth that makes your eyes roll in ecstasy.

“I used to hear you and your boyfriend fucking – he never could fill you up like I can, could he?” Bucky murmurs lowly, taking a moment to pull put of you slowly and back in again, appreciating how your pussy grips his cock and sucks him back in. His words make you groan out and this time you answer before you get to lost in the pleasure to respond.

"No, he c-couldn't."

Your body jerks when Bucky slams into your pussy again and this time you're sure you're seeing stars. Your orgasm isn't far and from the way Bucky's thrusts are getting sloppier, you know his isn't far either.

"Your pussy feels fucking amazing, doll." Bucky huffs, his metal hand retreating from your waist and back to your hip. "I could fuck you all day."

Your eyes roll and you can feel your pussy grip his cock tighter; on the precipice of your orgasm and desperate to take all Bucky can give. Your face flushes at his words even though they barely register in your fucked out state.

"Please," You keen at him. "I'd love you to fuck me all day."

Bucky pulls your hips to meet his roughly, making you squeak before speeding up his thrusts again. "Yeah, doll? You would?"

You barely manage out an mmhmm through your moans, your pussy throbbing greedily around his cock. "Yes, please - fuck. I'm - I'm gonna cum."

Your arms reach blindly behind you, grasping at Bucky's hips to hoist yourself just a little bit higher; letting Bucky's cock reach a new depth in your sopping cunt. You cum almost immediately with a loud, shuddering gasp and struggle to find your breath as Bucky continues to milk his cock for a few more seconds until he spills inside of you with a moan of his own.

Then the apartment is all but silent apart from your breathing.

The weight of what happened between you both setting in as you stand joined together, sweating and panting, in the living room. You think you'd laugh if you didn't think it would be so awkward. Bucky's the first to speak, clearing his throat.

"So..." He slips his softening cock from you and your eyes flutter slightly. "You needed help getting this bar off your feet?"

[bluejaywuzhere]

Collisions of Then and Now

For the Flufftober prompts: Days 4, 11, 13, 14, 18, 28, Alt 1, Alt 2, and Alt 3: Market Day; Ingredients & Spells; Attic, Cellar, Hidden Room; Fantasy AU/Mundane AU; Bewitched; Lucky Charm; “I’ve got you”; Rainy Day; “Wait, you love me?” - “I always have”

- - - - - - - - -

James Buchanan Barnes hadn't always been of the magical world. He had been normal, once. Before the war, before Hydra, before ice, he’d been a normal young man in a normal village with a normal best friend and housemate. 

Well, he supposed his housemate wasn't the most normal. Stevie had always had health problems, and despite his best efforts, it’d been hard on him and his mother’s finances. When Ms. Sarah passed (bless her soul) and Stevie needed help with managing the house, Bucky moved in to help his buddy out. Yeah, sure maybe it wasn’t the most normal of situations, but it worked for them and they were happy. And then their kingdom of America declared war and everything got a lot more complicated. 

- - - - - - - - -

Bucky said he’d volunteered (that was a lie. The royal guard had threatened his sister). He said he was fighting for his kingdom (that was also a lie. He was fighting for his sister. He was fighting for Stevie. Maybe it was selfish, but he didn't give a damn about America). He said he’d be back soon (he hadn't meant that to be a lie. It was). 

- - - - - - - - -

His entire troop was captured by the other side, instead of being slaughtered (at the time, he was thankful. But later, Bucky decided he would have preferred death to the hell they put him through). 

- - - - - - - - -

It was a league of witches, witches who called themselves Hydra. They were experimenting with spells and potions and runes,  combining all three into dangerous magics that they hoped would help achieve immortality (and if not immortality, enough power to win the war). Bucky became a test subject (it felt like they were pumping lava into his veins sometimes, turning his skin inside out other times, and some of the worst times it felt like all the warmth was being leeched from his insides. He wasn’t surprised that everyone died, he was only surprised that he had survived). 

- - - - - - - - -

Steve (brilliant, wonderful, idiotic Steve) rescued him. Steve had signed up for an American experimental program and had become extremely strong and fast and tall and healthy. Steve had barged into Hydra’s little lair and stolen Bucky away. Steve, who used to be fifty pounds soaking wet and couldn't run more than six feet before wheezing. (Stevie, who made the most fantastic paintings and had the biggest heart ever for such a tiny body. Stevie, who fought guys three times his size in back alleys, on the justification that “he was attacking her, Bucky” and “he can’t just say that about the men who’re out there dying for us”). Steve, who their kingdom called Captain and lauded with glory, who didn't care beyond the muscle and blonde hair, who girls fawned over and littered with kisses. Steve, who meant no more to America than a glorified weapon. (Steve, who Bucky knew better than himself and who he would die for a thousand times).

- - - - - - - - -

Bucky didn't know it, but Hydra had stuck magic inside him. America had done the same with Steve. Magic that would keep him alive. Through tortures, through swords, through ice. 

- - - - - - - - -

Bucky fell. Hydra found him. And this time, they made sure that he could never resist them again. 

- - - - - - - - -

Seventy years. They kept him spelled him, tested things on him, and made him a murderer. He was their puppet for seventy years. 

- - - - - - - - -

Stevie saved him. Stevie always saved him (true love broke the most powerful of curses). 

- - - - - - - - -

After everything was said and done, Bucky left America. He established his own little hut in the forest, bought spellbooks, and tried to make a living for himself. After a few years, Stevie hesitantly showed up on his doorstep. Bucky, like always, welcomed him with open arms. It was five years before anything disturbed them again.

- - - - - - - - -

After almost a decade of practicing magic (or well, ninety-something years if you counted the mindless Hydra puppet years, which Bucky did not), Bucky Barnes was getting used to being a witch. And he humbly considered himself to be fairly decent at it. So, when a traveler asked for a luck charm, Bucky deemed it an easy request to answer.  

“Steve, we’re out of yarrow again!” Bucky yells over his shoulder, frowning at the empty space where the dried yellow flowers were supposed to be. 

Steve pokes his head through the wide open doorway separating the kitchen and the sitting room, furrowing his brows as Bucky rifles through the cupboards. 

“You sure? I swear we just bought some three suns ago.” 

Bucky sighs and shakes his head, his grown-out hair swishing strangely around his face. 

“Yeah, I did! Where’s it all gone?” He complains. Steve thinks for a moment, walking into the kitchen and resting his big blonde head on Bucky’s shoulder. “Well, if we’re really out, then the market is open until sunset tonight. You have a deadline, right?”

Bucky groans, thunking his temple against Steve’s head. “Yes.” He grumbles, turning his face into Steve’s fair hair. Bucky distantly notes that it smells faintly of grass and fresh linen. “I have seven suns as of today. It takes two to brew the potion, and then it has to soak for three. ‘M already cutting it close as is.” 

Steve smiles into Bucky’s shoulder before pulling away, reaching around Bucky’s head to close the open cabinet. 

“Well then, you better get to it, Mr. Magic Man.” 

Bucky rolls his eyes and swats Steve’s shoulder, nodding towards the door. 

“You gonna come with me?” He demands, and his acerbic tone would have sounded terse and harsh to anyone else, but Steve knows it was simply Bucky’s way of hiding (whatever it was that it was hiding). Steve beams at him and whacks his shoulder as he passes. “Of course! I need to get some more sorrel anyway. I’ll grab the umbrella.” 

- - - - - - - - -

One accomplishment of Hydra’s experiments with Bucky was diluting the effects of what Hyrda dubbed ‘wasser-seele-korrosion,’ literally, ‘water-soul-corrosion’. A common consequence of gaining witch powers was that fresh or running water would erode one’s core of magic, destroying them from the inside out. Hydra’s efforts to reverse the side effects were not entirely successful, but they did manage to reduce the fatalistic nature of water to witches: instead of the water eating away at one’s soul, it would eat away at one’s skin. Thus, instead of killing the subject, it would merely cause them unbearable pain. Needless to say, Hydra saw this as an outstanding breakthrough and tested it on a live subject at the first opportunity. Specifically, the super-enhanced, bewitched live subject they had helpfully in custody.

- - - - - - - - -

When in the process of changing, Bucky resolutely avoided the mirrors. After nearly a decade of being free from Hydra’s control, he still wasn’t able to look at his patchwork of scars without feeling sick. Especially his arm- god, every time he caught even a flash of metal, he had to stop and breathe for a moment. 

- - - - - - - - -

In another one of their experiments, Hydra had turned his left arm into solid metal. They spelled it to feel normal, to move like normal, to feel no different than his arm made of flesh and blood and bone, disregarding the fact that they had irreversibly transformed skin and muscle into steel. They then made him use that arm to spatter blood and crush bone. 

- - - - - - - - -

Bucky takes a breath and pulls off his shirt, flinching as sunlight glints off the metal. He closes his eyes and breathes, feeling the air in his lungs and the wooden flooring beneath his feet. He pulls on a new shirt, the feeling of his fingers scraping over his pockmarked back sending shivers of revulsion down his spine. Eyes still closed, he grabs a glove to fit over his metal hand. Only once the entirety of his left arm, from his shoulder to his fingertips, is covered, only then does he open his eyes and breathe freely. No panic attacks, then. A good day.

- - - - - - - - -

Steve smiles brightly when Bucky emerges. If he notices Bucky’s shaking shoulders and the way he grasps Steve’s arm a little too tight, he doesn’t mention it. Instead, Steve starts chattering about his paintings. Bucky knows that Steve mostly paints for himself, but he’s recently received his first commission, which he’s working on now. Steve talks about the difficulty of certain pieces and how hard it is to get the colors right, but also about how good it‘s turning out. Bucky relaxes bit by bit at the sound of Steve’s voice. Warm, familiar, soothing, and above all else, safe. Then Steve says something that makes Bucky tune back in sharply: 

“Hey, do you mind if I draw you sometime?” Bucky shoots him a sharp look, mind whirling. Steve just gazes at him, expression open, honest. Bucky doesn't know what to say. He’s… he’s thought about Steve drawing him. He’s always squashed that thought down though, because… well, that’s not really something friends do. And Bucky‘s long since buried any hope of being anything more than friends with Steve. 

“You want me to… you want to draw me?” Bucky hedges, still eyeing Steve for, well, he doesn't know what he’s expecting. Steve doesn’t seem like he’s joking, or playing some kind of prank, but Bucky can't quite believe the words coming out of his best friend’s mouth (best friend, that’s what Steve is, dammit, and that's all he’s ever going to be, Bucky has to keep reminding himself). Steve is still smiling, oblivious to Bucky’s overthinking. 

“Yeah! You have a very pretty face. I’ve wanted to draw it for a long time, but I wanted to be able to do it justice. Now, I think I can draw you right.” Steve says sheepishly, and well, how can Bucky say no to that?

- - - - - - - - -

The market is surprisingly busy, considering it’s past mid-sun and barely halfway through the lunar cycle. It is always busy on a full or new moon, or solstice, or at night, but to be this busy in the sunlight on no remarkable moon is… odd. Bucky finds himself uneasy. Something’s wrong. Steve feels it too. There’s something different in the air, and it’s making them both nervous. Instead of splitting up like they usually would, by unconscious and mutual agreement, they stick together. Bucky pays for the yarrow with quick hands and a strained smile, every hair on the back of his neck sticking straight up. When he bids hasty farewells to the yarrow seller and looks around anxiously, he accidentally locks eyes with a strangely familiar-looking guy across the square. Bucky has a moment to wonder where he’s seen him before, and then Steve brightens and hurries over, beckoning Bucky to follow him.

“Sam!” Steve whisper-yells and the guy nods tersely, glancing around. 

“Oh yeah, I remember you,” Bucky realizes, finally remembering glowing red wings that appear and disappear at will. Sam nods hello, then turns back to Steve. 

“America’s rounding up anyone magic. Everyone, actually. The king sent out the whole royal army, they’re sweeping every house within a three-sun journey. Word on the street is that we’re all gonna be killed. Be careful.” Sam warned. Steve nods seriously, sharing a nervous glance with Bucky. 

“We’ll be careful. You be safe too, okay?” He asks, and Sam smiles. “Hey, I’m not the one with a damn metal arm, for Christ’s sake.” 

Bucky tries not to flinch, Steve takes his hand, and Sam notices. “You two take care of each other now.” He says, a not-so-subtle smirk tugging at his lips. Steve, for some reason, blushes. As they leave the market, Bucky’s mind lingers on it because what the hell was that?

- - - - - - - - -

It’s a long walk back to their hut: Bucky chose a pretty secluded spot deep in the woods, which is a little inconvenient for trips to and from the market, but it’s rather protected. They have plenty of time before the soldiers get there. Nevertheless, Steve and Bucky begin preparations. There have been raids in the past, usually lawless flash mobs with torches and pitchforks. Not much danger if one knows a simple concealing spell. But the king's royal army would be a much more formidable force. Their armor is constructed to see through enchantments and their blades are sharpened to slice through any conjured barriers. No, against this foe, Bucky and Steve have but three options: they can either stay and pretend to be nothing more than simple peasants (difficult, considering they’re a fair distance from the nearest village and Bucky has a solid metal arm), they can abandon their home and flee into the woods until the guards move on (problem is, neither of them wants to leave), or they can split up, with Bucky hiding in the woods and Steve staying behind to watch the house (no way in hell). After too much time spent deliberating, Bucky finally sighs.

“Steve, there's nothing for it. We're gonna have to jump ship.” 

“Buck, we can't just leave. Our lives are here, we have to stay and fight.” Steve, unsurprisingly, is being stubborn, but Bucky’s made up his mind. 

“No, Steve, listen. I can hide the magic stuff. We can pack a bag each, fill ‘em with what we can’t leave behind, and we can go.” Steve opens his mouth to argue, but Bucky presses on, reaching out and gripping his arm. 

“Steve, Stevie listen to me. We can leave the house. The house doesn't matter, what matters is that we don't lose each other again, okay? That's what's important.” 

And well, Steve can’t seem to argue against that.

- - - - - - - - -

Bucky’s in the middle of transfiguring the cauldron when a rough thunk-thunk-thunk sounds at the door. Bucky knows that noise. It’s armor on wood. It’s the royal guard, hours early. Some bastard must’ve let slip about the witch in the woods, and now the royal army is seconds away from knocking down Bucky’s front door and he’s not ready, they aren’t supposed to be here yet, why are they here- 

“Breathe,” Steve’s voice cuts through Bucky’s panicked spiraling, and he blinks, suddenly staring into Stevie’s blue blue eyes. 

“It’s okay. It’ll be okay. We need to go, Buck,” He says, calm and sweet as molasses candy on a Sunday morning. “You’re doing great, sweetheart. Come on Buck, that’s it. One foot in front of the other.” Steve gently leads Bucky over to the back door, snagging both their bags as he goes and quietly turns the handle, slipping out into the wild as the soldiers finally break down the front door. 

- - - - - - - - -

There’s a tree hollow that they’ve hidden in before. When the nightmares were too much, when the walls were closing in, when Bucky found himself awake at night, he’d make his way out to the little tree hollow and let nature lull him to sleep. Crickets and frogs drowned out the venomous spells that slithered around in his mind, and he could finally close his eyes peacefully. He often awoke in Steve’s arms, the blonde curled protectively around him even in sleep. 

That tree hollow is where Steve and Bucky hide, trusting good old-fashioned vines and leaves to artfully hide the entrance from view. They crouch there for what feels like hours, still as stone and hardly daring to breathe as soldiers clomp and stomp and yell and grumble, searching the undergrowth for the duo, at times mere inches from the witches in question. And when the soldiers finally, finally leave, the heavens open wide and dump the heaviest rainstorm of the season. Safe to say, Steve and Bucky aren’t going anywhere.

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Bucky keeps pale blue eyes fixed on the deluge outside, hugging his knees to his chest and leaning his head on Steve’s solid shoulder. He knows Steve well enough to know that the blonde is very nervous about the sound of hammering raindrops against wood. They’re both more cautious of rain nowadays. Bucky doesn’t know what to do to help though, so he drops his soft brown head on Steve’s shoulder and breathes.

“You know I’m shit at emotions and stuff, but I’m here, okay Stevie? I’ve got you. You’re gonna be okay,” Bucky murmurs, and Steve sighs but relaxes minutely and rests his head on top of Bucky’s. 

“I know. Thanks, Buck,” 

- - - - - - - - -

Two days later, the house is more or less completely fixed, the royal army has moved on to bully some other witch, and Steve and Bucky are finally getting back to some semblance of normal. Then Bucky remembers the lucky charm he was supposed to make for the traveler and groans. 

“Steve, do you remember if we stored that yarrow?”

- - - - - - - - -

“Buck, could you grab the crushed buttercup for me?”

“Stevie, pass the hare fur.”

“Sweetheart, I needed oregano, not mint.”

“Ooh, hand me the goldenrod, doll,” 

- - - - - - - - -

Miraculously, they brew the potion, soak the charm, and have the package ready in time for the traveler to pick it up. 

Honestly, Bucky doesn't know how they did it. But hey, the traveler paid up generously (enough money for Bucky to get a nice new pack of paints for Stevie’s birthday), so Bucky wasn't about to complain over a job well done. 

After the whole soldier fiasco is over and the potion is delivered, Bucky decides to be productive and make a little hidey-hole in the cellar. When Steve comes down with a drink, a cool rag, and a few questions, he gives answers. 

“Don’t like seeing you scared. We can just hide down here next time bad guy come a-knocking.” Bucky mentions flippantly, wiping dirt off his forehead. 

Steve feels a tender warmth welling up in his chest, and he can’t contain a smile. “I love you, Buck.” 

They both freeze. 

It's the first time it’s been said out loud. 

Bucky’s heart is pounding too loudly in his throat, and he coughs, trying to dislodge it from where it’s very stubbornly hanging out by his vocal cords. 

“Wait, you- you love me?” He asks, his voice hoarse and crackly, scarcely believing what he’s hearing.

Steve swallows, and for a terrifying moment, he can’t speak. Everything freezes, his lungs seize up and his mouth won’t move. Bucky’s face shifts. He suddenly looks… frightened. Scared. No, terrified. It’s that heart-wrenching look that snaps Steve out of his frozen trance. He has to say something, anything to get that awful expression off Bucky’s face. “I- yes. God yes. Of course I love you, Buck. I always have.”

Slowly, ever so slowly, a blinding smile illuminates Bucky’s face. It's one of those rare, precious smiles that Steve treasures, hoards like valuable gold. Bucky’s sky-light eyes crinkle at the corners, his lips curl up, his skin turns a lovely shade of pink, and he smiles, brighter than the sun, moon, and all the stars in the sky. 

Steve would kill to keep seeing that smile. 

Bucky strides forward and grasps Steve’s head between his two hands, one flesh one metal, and presses their foreheads together. Steve closes his eyes, breathing in the orangy smell of Bucky’s soap, the slight tang of iron from his arm, the mildewy odor of the basement, and the woody, earthy scent of his magic that seeps from his being. Bucky’s flesh hand grazes against Steve’s jaw, and the blonde half-opens his eyes to find Bucky gazing at him, open, curious, hesitant, eager. He gently tugs Steve’s chin just a hair closer, then stops. 

Steve glances down at Bucky’s lips, red as an apple skin and half-parted. A most tempting invitation; one that Steve cannot find a single reason to refuse. 

- - - - - - - - -

A few truths of the universe:

One: Bucky Barnes has been, is, and will always be weak for Steve Rogers.

Two: Steve Rogers has been, is, and always will be weak for Bucky Barnes.

And three: strengths and weaknesses are often one and the same when it comes to Bucky and Steve.

- - - - - - - - -

Soon, the walls of Steve’s art studio are covered with Bucky’s face, in acrylic, in watercolor, in pencil, in charcoal, pale blue and chestnut, lashes, lips, eyes and a little quirk of a smile. 

Steve is in Bucky’s arms, and in Bucky’s bed and in Bucky’s heart. 

And he stays there. 

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Thank you for reading!

[wildflowersandvibranium]

Honey and Steel Series Masterlist

CEO!Bucky x SingleMom!Reader

Status: on going - Trope: slow burn / workplace - Content: fluff and angst-

Series Summary: "A chance encounter in a broken elevator ties together the lives of a hardened , emotionally closed off CEO James Barnes and a struggling single mother balancing her daughter , her new job , healing old wounds , and building something neither of them expected , a family."

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Chapter 1- The Elevator Meet

Chapter 2- Little Piggie

Chapter 3- White Wolf

Chapter 4- The Wedding

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[marcyvamp1re-blog]

Could you do platonic yandere Bucky barnes x teen reader who is a super soilder. The reader is like 13-14 and was apart of Hydra like him but escaped. After the avengers and bucky find reader, bucky takes them under is wing after the reader escaped hydra

「 LITTLE SOLDIER 」

Synopsis; Trapped in the darkness of his obsession, desperately seeks to reclaim a child lost in his past. After discovering that someone else has taken him in, his broken and twisted mind drives him to commit an unimaginable act of violence. Is it salvation, or a curse? In Bucky's mind, everything makes sense. But who is the true monster here?

Pairing ── James 'Bucky' Barnes x Super Soldier! Teen! Reader. (Platonic!)

Content. MDNI ⚠︎ ── Dark themes, violence/death, blood, insolation, invasion of privacy, kidnapping?, delusion, Angst, murdering, child abuse, Disturbing Content, Unhealthy Obsession, Gaslight, Mental Illness, Corruption, Isolation, Paranoia, Manipulation.

A/N ── English is not my first language — Spanish — Ahhh, it took me forever to post this, I know . I’m so sorry! I got so caught up in other things that I completely forgot about how the Winter Soldier was… and now that I’ve seen him again, what a nostalgia hit! It’s like time hasn’t passed, but at the same time, everything feels so different. Like every time you see him, you discover something new about him, you know?

Yandere! WS! Bucky Barnes who... observed the way your eyes filled with terror as you saw him, a mix of fear and confusion, like a creature trapped in a cage, unsure how to escape. Hydra had molded you, but it had also stripped you of your essence. Like many before you, you were a piece of a gear, meant to be used, controlled, and destroyed when no longer needed. You didn’t understand why you had been chosen for the experiments or how you had ended up here, you only knew you were fragile and that nothing in Hydra was truly "safe."

Yandere! WS! Bucky Barnes who... approached you with calculated coldness, like a shadow crawling in the dark. His gaze, initially empty due to the lobotomy, seemed to fixate on you now, as if a spark of humanity had reignited in his mind. His eyes didn’t shine with empathy, but with a dangerous curiosity. "Little one... how did you survive?" he murmured, more to himself than to you. The idea that someone so fragile could endure Hydra’s tortures, the serum, the constant pressure, intrigued him. But that curiosity soon turned into obsession. The protection he felt for you wasn’t a natural instinct, but one imposed by Hydra, who had ordered him to watch over you, keep you alive, but also keep you under control. You didn’t know that control would become your worst nightmare.

Yandere! WS! Bucky Barnes who... watched as you were subjected to more and more experiments. The nights of training were long, endless, filled with violence and blood. But the worst part wasn’t Hydra’s violence, but the way Bucky treated you. Sometimes, his low and calm voice filtered through the screams of others, speaking to you in a tone that seemed meant to be reassuring, but deep down, it chilled your blood. "Don't worry, you'll do fine. Everything will be fine, you just have to follow my orders." What else could you do but obey? Desperation, the feeling of being trapped in an endless cycle of pain and humiliation, enveloped you like a cloak. And he... he was there, always watching, always waiting. But Sometimes, when your eyes met his, you saw something else, something that made you shudder: the echo of the darkness that once was Bucky, the shadow that could no longer be erased

Yandere! WS! Bucky Barnes who... began following you with palpable obsession, as if you were his property, an object he had to protect at all costs. He no longer confined himself to Hydra’s orders. He found you in every corner of the facility, his presence a constant shadow behind you. "Don’t stray from me, do you hear?" His voice was colder, sharper. Every time you tried to escape, even in your thoughts, the fear of facing him became a constant threat. But something in his gaze had changed, and it wasn’t concern for your well-being. It was control. It was possession. And you had become just another pawn in his game, as captive to him as you were to Hydra.

Yandere! WS! Bucky Barnes who... mistreated you in ways you couldn’t comprehend, and the worst part was that after every hit, every cruel order, he would always return to you with a vacant smile, repeating the same words: "I do this for your own good." Why did he do it? Was that his way of showing you there was still some humanity left in him? Or perhaps, he could no longer distinguish between his own identity and Hydra’s orders. Every time he hit you, every time he left you marked, you could feel the confusion in his gaze, as if it wasn’t him acting, but something bigger, darker, that had taken his place.

Yandere! WS! Bucky Barnes who... after the last failed mission, when you faced an enemy stronger than you could handle, Bucky took you to his side, pressing you against his chest, soaking you in his blood and yours. "Don’t worry, I won’t let them hurt you," he whispered, his voice rough and full of desperation. The obsession he had felt for you, growing over the years, exploded in a scream. He wanted you to know that you, you alone, belonged to him. And though he feared you, that obsession had replaced everything else. Hydra had turned Bucky into a machine, but now he only wanted to have you under his control, beyond what he understood or wanted to admit.

Yandere! WS! Bucky Barnes who... was no longer just a Hydra soldier. He was a monster created by the shadows of the past, and your presence in his life was the only thing that kept him tied to something human, something he could never control. He looked at you with blind madness, he needed you, but worst of all: he feared you. And while he kept you captive with his cold hands and broken mind, what was left of his humanity slowly faded, leaving only a sick need that not even he could comprehend.

Yandere! WS! Bucky Barnes who... saw you fade into the shadows, like a whisper in the dark, escaping from his reach. Panic struck him like a torrent, but not in the way one might expect. It wasn’t just the fear of losing you, but the feeling that something had been taken from him, something he could not recover. You had escaped, and it was his fault. Hydra wasn’t going to let him go so easily. With a roar of fury, he ran through the hallways, his heart pounding. "Come back here! Don’t you dare run from me!" he would shout, but his voice only echoed in the empty corners, with no answer. He knew it was too late, that you had already escaped, and something inside him began to break, a part of his mind crumbling under the weight of his own guilt.

Yandere! WS! Bucky Barnes who... felt Hydra drag him back into their control, like a shadow that devoured him slowly. The anxiety of losing you wasn’t just a worry, but a madness that ate away at him from the inside. His superiors, with their cold and commanding voices, ordered him not to pursue you, to let you go. "You are nothing but a tool for us, Soldier. If she escapes, it doesn’t matter. You must complete your mission." But Bucky didn’t listen. He couldn’t listen. All he could hear was the sound of your breath, your distress, and how your figure faded from his reach. All he wanted was to see you again, to take your hand, and never let you go. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t escape Hydra’s grasp.

Yandere! WS! Bucky Barnes who... was once again subjected to Hydra’s yoke, as if he were a machine with no right to feel. Every attempt to escape their control was useless. Every attempt to rebel against what was expected of him only led to deeper torture. Physical pain, mental pain, it didn’t matter. He felt nothing anymore, only the constant sting of despair over your loss. Hydra had broken him once again, but this time, the feeling of losing you consumed him in a far worse way. You were gone, and he was to blame. How could he have allowed you to escape? How could he have failed to protect you?

Yandere! WS! Bucky Barnes who... in his desperation, sank into madness. He became a wandering specter within Hydra’s facility, every dark corner becoming more torturous than the last. Every second, his mind fragmented, the images of your face, your frightened eyes, repeating over and over like an echo he couldn’t silence. "You’ll come back, right? You’ll come back to me..." he whispered alone, but there was no answer. And when Hydra finally decided to send him on a mission against the heroes, his mind was on the edge of collapse. It was yet another sacrifice by the same machinery that had created him.

Yandere! WS! Bucky Barnes who... when the Avengers found him and freed him from their control, reality hit him hard. The internal war between his desire for redemption and his madness over losing you exploded in his chest, like an emptiness so deep it seemed to swallow everything. There, in the midst of battle, the truth crushed him: “I let you escape… I failed you...” Panic enveloped him, and his teammates, while helping clear his mind of Hydra’s shadows, didn’t know the truth behind his suffering. They knew Bucky had been manipulated, but they never understood that for him, the true enemy had been guilt. The guilt of letting you slip away, the guilt of not keeping you under his control, of not protecting you when it was his only mission.

Yandere! Bucky Barnes who... had spent so long, years, fighting to find something that would redeem him, something that would pull him out of the abyss Hydra had thrown him into. The Avengers had accepted him, and little by little, the darkness that once dominated his mind began to fade. He had reconciled with Steve Rogers, his old friend, his brother. The wounds of the past began to heal, and at last, Bucky could feel something close to peace. He had found a purpose fighting alongside the heroes, protecting the innocent, trying to make right all the destruction he had caused in his life. But though his soul seemed to find some calm, his heart was still a battlefield. The obsession with you never disappeared. It was something that stayed hidden in the depths of his mind, where guilt and despair never completely abandoned him. Every time someone mentioned a child or a young person with traits or abilities similar to yours, a shiver ran down his spine. What if it was you? What if he found you again? That was always his broken hope, his private demon that never stopped haunting him.

Yandere! Bucky Barnes who... walked through the city on a regular day, like any other, without expecting something so deep and disturbing to happen. The air was fresh, and the city thrummed with the normality of everyday life. Children played in the park, adults walked calmly, unaware that something sinister lurked in the shadows. It was then that he saw him. A teenager, about 13 or 14 years old, with his hair falling messily over his forehead. But it was something more that made Bucky freeze in his place: that small mark on his arm, almost faded, but unmistakable. The same Hydra mark that had been etched into your skin, the symbol that had marked him too, that had made him its own. The mark he would never forget.

Yandere! Bucky Barnes who... felt like the world was crumbling beneath his feet. His heart began to race, his breathing erratic. It couldn’t be... It couldn’t be that after all this time, after all the suffering, after the guilt he had carried for years, he would find you like this, so close, yet so far. His legs trembled, his fingers clenched into fists, trying to hold on to any semblance of sanity while the emotion drowned him. The teenager didn’t look at him, distracted by his own thoughts, but Bucky couldn’t stop staring at him, observing every small detail. Everything about him screamed that it was you. "It’s... It’s my child." He thought, but his mind was so fragmented that he didn’t know what to do with the feeling overtaking him. Terror and hope mixed like poison in his veins.

Yandere! Bucky Barnes who... began to walk slowly, as if approaching a specter, as if he feared that by getting closer, the dream would vanish. The elderly couple didn’t notice him, and the teenager remained as oblivious to his presence as if everything were in place. But Bucky knew something had changed, that this was the opportunity he had been waiting for, even though his mind was so confused he didn’t know if it was a dream or a nightmare. Each step he took toward you made him feel more and more desperate, more anxious, as if an abyss were opening beneath his feet. "Should I do it? Should I get closer? Would he want to see me?" he thought, his hands trembling with uncertainty and guilt. Time had passed, but for him, the child he had lost was still the same, and his madness made him think that maybe he could still fix it, repair what he had destroyed, as if he could take your hand again and tell you everything would be fine.

Yandere! Bucky Barnes who... finally crossed the threshold of doubt. With each step toward you, his mind emptied of logic, and the only thing he felt was a wild urgency, a deep desire for everything to return to how it was before. He only thought of the child he had let go, the child who had been marked by Hydra, the child who was now here, in front of him, unaware that his savior was also his jailer. With his heart pounding, a mixture of fear and hope, Bucky took the last step and stood before you, his gaze filled with twisted and anxious devotion, while his lips whispered almost breathlessly, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. "It’s you... it’s really you, right?"

Yandere! Bucky Barnes who... watched as your face, upon noticing his presence, transformed from a calm expression to one of pure panic. The eyes of that teenager widened as if he had seen a ghost, his body instinctively recoiling, a visceral reaction to seeing him. The fear reflected in your gaze was like a dagger stabbed into his chest. His fractured and obsessed mind didn’t understand what was happening at that very moment. He couldn’t comprehend how, after everything he had done, after the life he had stolen from you, you could still be so afraid of him.

Yandere! Bucky Barnes who... felt something twist inside him. It was pain, but also anxiety, a sensation that suffocated him when he saw you take a step back, trembling all over. And then, to his horror, something he hadn’t anticipated: you started to cry. Tears began to stream from your eyes, as if your body couldn’t contain the fear any longer, and Bucky froze at that moment. How could it be that he caused you so much pain, even now? "No... I didn’t want to scare you," he thought, but his thoughts couldn’t reach you. The horror in your face was a warning that you never, ever wanted to see that monster you once were again.

Yandere! Bucky Barnes who... watched as you turned and began to run, your figure quickly disappearing into the crowd. Anguish enveloped him, the fear of losing you again made him react in desperation. He tried to reach you, to shout at you, but his legs seemed incapable of moving quickly enough. "Wait, please!" he screamed in his mind, but the words didn’t leave his lips, they were trapped in a sea of madness. You were gone. And Bucky, with a broken heart, stood there frozen as your figure vanished before him, like an illusion he couldn’t hold onto.

Yandere! Bucky Barnes who... couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t let the tragedy repeat itself. Using his sharp tracking skills, he delved into Stark and SHIELD’s technology, recovering all available resources to follow you, to know who you were now. The Avengers helped him, yes, but what he needed most was to find an answer, a solution, something that would lead him to you. Every second that passed without knowing about you was driving him crazy, feeding his need for possession, his urgency to have you, to protect you, to reclaim you.

Yandere! Bucky Barnes who... for days, Bucky unearthed information, tracked records, and dove into the Stark and SHIELD databases. Nothing stopped him. He knew your Hydra mark would give you away, that even if the scar was almost erased, someone, somewhere, would know something. And so, it was how he finally uncovered the truth: you had been adopted by a local family in the city. In fact, they lived in a quiet neighborhood, far from everything that could have been your past. A loving family, seemingly, who had given you a home and a life he could never offer. The revelation overwhelmed him. They had forgotten you, but to him, you were no ordinary child. You would always be his child, the one he had left behind and now could not let go.

Yandere! Bucky Barnes who... felt a growing rage inside him as he clung to the new information. How could someone else take his place? How could he allow it? The people who had adopted you, those strangers who treated you as their son, didn’t know what was behind you. They didn’t know what Hydra had done to you, what he had done, what he had promised you. And in Bucky’s mind, that only meant one thing: he wasn’t going to let them go on with their peaceful life. You belonged to him, and although the idea of being a father terrified and disgusted him, to Bucky, all of that boiled down to an unhealthy obsession with possessing what he had lost. Reconciliation with his own past didn’t matter because, at that moment, only you mattered.

Yandere! Bucky Barnes who... couldn’t stop thinking about how, after everything that had happened, you could be happy with a life he hadn’t been able to give you. But the guilt consumed him. Every time he thought about the family that had adopted you, his mind filled with dark shadows, disturbing thoughts about what he could do to "protect" you from them. He knew his obsession was becoming more dangerous, darker, but he could no longer stop. He couldn’t lose you again.

Yandere! Bucky Barnes who... couldn’t bear the fact that someone else had you, someone who didn’t know your pain, your suffering, or your true story. When he found the house where you lived, his mind twisted even more. Steve’s warning still echoed in his ears, his friend insisting: "Bucky, don’t do this. You can’t go on with this madness." But the warning was useless. To him, there was no turning back. Steve’s words no longer had power over him, fear, guilt, or remorse faded into the darkness. The only thing left was the sick desire to have you back, to "save" you from those people who were "usurping" you.

Yandere! Bucky Barnes who... infiltrated the house, getting rid of any security or surveillance as if they were mere obstacles in his way. No one in the house knew what was about to happen. The darkness of the night enveloped him as his footsteps echoed silently down the hallway. He moved with the precision of a predator, his breathing calm and cold, knowing exactly what he was going to do. The first victim was the adoptive father, a man who never saw the danger coming, a lethal shadow that pounced on him, and before he could react, Bucky had already silenced him brutally. With a precise blow, the blood spilled mercilessly, staining the floor and walls as Bucky continued his mission without a hint of emotion on his face.

Yandere! Bucky Barnes who... killed the adoptive mother with the same efficiency. It didn’t matter who they were, whether they were young or old, if they had raised the child with love, their presence in the life of his child was the only thing that mattered. As his knife sank in again and again, the blood flowing from the victims formed a river of chaos and death. The rooms of the other adopted siblings became a massacre without remorse, their bodies fallen in silence, as if their lives had no value in the face of his obsession with you. The metallic shine of the blood on the walls, the way the lights reflected on the surfaces of the house, only fueled his euphoria. No one in the house survived, they all fell to his unstoppable violence.

Yandere! Bucky Barnes who... finally ascended the stairs, his mind shadowed by what he had just done, but without remorse. He reached your room and stopped at the door. You could hear his breathing, heavy but calm, as if everything was under his control. And then, he saw something that made him smile, that twisted and macabre smile only he could show: you. You were asleep, unaware of the chaos that had just unfolded downstairs. There was no way you could hear the screams, the sounds of blood being spilled. You were just there, resting as if nothing had happened.

Yandere! Bucky Barnes who... approached your bed, his hand trembling slightly as he watched you. The horror of what he had done no longer mattered. The only concern in his mind was seeing you, the child he had lost, again. You belonged to him. Madness enveloped him as he looked at your innocent face. He leaned down to you, and in a soft voice, he whispered through subtle laughs, his warm breath on your ear: "I’m so happy to see you, little soldier. You don’t have to be afraid anymore. No one will hurt you again." The softness of his words completely contradicted the sea of blood he had left behind, but to him, it all made sense. He had brought you back. Finally, after so much suffering and pain, he had claimed you.

The floor was covered in blood, the echoes of the massacre ringing in his mind, but all he could focus on was you. You, his lost child, his little soldier. He watched you while you slept, completely unaware of what had just happened around you. And despite the violence, despite how horrible everything had been, he was happy. He knew that from now on, everything he touched, everything he desired, he would steal for himself. And finally, Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, felt that his life had regained something he could never have: control.

[dameronspector]

Philophobia (Masterlist)

[ divider by @saradika; collage by me ]

Pairings: Joaquin Torres x Stark!Reader, James Rhodes x Platonic!Stark!Reader, Sam Wilson x Platonic!Stark!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Platonic!Stark!Reader

Summary: Devastated by your father’s death and cutting yourself off from everyone, you are on the road of recovery, accompanied by your uncle Rhodey. After Rhodey has finally convinced you, you agree to reunite with Sam Wilson and help him with his tech. He introduces you to another techie nerd, named Joaquin Torres, for the first time. Will you let your phobia get in the way and push away your new found family and this beautiful boy? Or will you get better and let yourself be loved once again?

Warnings: Mentions of Death and Depression/Depressive episodes, Mentions of Panic Attacks, PTSD, Abuse by a parent (not Tony), Weight loss due to stress, Nightmares, Some cursing, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Steve Rogers Slander- please don’t read this if that’s not something you’re looking for, Reader is sassy and a bit reserved because of The incident and because they’re a Stark, Reader has some phobias, Found family, (chapter specific warnings will be mentioned on the respective chapters.)

AN: apologies for any typos, grammatical errors, etc. as English is not my first language. I’m a new fic writer and this is my first ever series so mistakes are bound to happen. Please be kind <3 do like and reblog! Id love to hear your thoughts. Happy reading.🤍

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[gunsandspaceships]

MCU Timeline: Captain America: The First Avenger

March 10, 1917 - James Buchanan Barnes is born.

August 15, 1917 - Howard Anthony Stark is born.

July 4, 1918 - Steven Grant Rogers is born.

April 9, 1919 - Margaret "Peggy" Carter is born.

Why 1919 (deleted scene from The Avengers) and not 1921 (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), as stated in Wikipedia: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. is not canon for the MCU (events of the show take place in another universe, where Peggy was born in a different year and had a different background).

1934-1936 - young Peggy serves as a nurse in the British Air Force.

1936-1940 - Peggy serves in the Special Air Service.

1940:

Peggy joins the Strategic Scientific Reserve.

Howard founds Stark Industries and becomes its CEO.

May 1941 - Steven Rogers attends a Dodgers vs The Phillies baseball game at Ebbets Field, Brooklyn.

March 1942 - Red Skull invades Norway and extracts the Tesseract.

1942/1943 - The Allies receive a gift from Wakanda: Vibranium. It is given to the SSR's Head Engineer - Howard Stark.

1943:

June 14:

13:50 - Steve gets his last 4F.

And his last beating in the alley a couple of hours later.

Evening - he and Bucky go to the "World Exposition of Tomorrow", where Howard demonstrates his (almost) flying car. Steve meets Dr. Erskine and gets a (falsified) 1A.

June 15:

Sergeant James Barnes heads to Europe with the 107th Infantry Regiment.

Candidate Rogers begins his trial week for Project Rebirth at Camp Lehigh in NJ.

June 21 - Dr. Erskine makes his choice and informs Rogers. They talk about it, about the serum and HYDRA.

June 22, morning - Steve becomes a super soldier. Erskine is killed. The last vial of serum is destroyed.

June 23:

Rogers is offered a position in the USO theater (to help sell war bonds) and receives a (fake) rank of captain.

Night - SSR (including Peggy and Howard) is being retasked to fight HYDRA and goes to London, UK.

July-October - Captain America's US tour (over 200 performances).

November 3rd:

Captain America show in Italy.

Night - Steve goes behind the lines to a HYDRA camp in Austria to rescue Bucky with the help of Peggy and Howard.

November 5th - he returns with 400 (CATFA) or 163 (CATWS) liberated soldiers.

A couple of days later - SSR in London. Based on the locations of HYDRA bases remembered by Rogers, they develop a plan to combat HYDRA. Steve puts together a team.

Marvel Studios' mistake: the medals and badges Steve wears don't make any sense at this particular moment. He simply had neither the time nor the opportunity to earn the Combat Infantry Badge, or the Presidential Unit Citation Badge, nor could he receive the American Defense Service Medal.

Next day, 8 am- Steve meets with Howard and receives his vibranium shield.

1944:

November 1943 - November 1944 - Howling Commandos destroy HYDRA weapons factories.

December 1944 - January 1945 - attack on the train with Dr. Zola. Bucky falls from the train from a great height and is declared killed in action. Zola is captured.

1945:

Soon after, early January - the Valkyrie is finished and ready to attack major US cities. SSR receives information about the location of HYDRA's main base in the Alps and heads there.

Next day - SSR attacks HYDRA's main base. Red Skull teleports to Vormir. The Tesseract is lost in the Arctic Ocean. Crash of the Valkyrie. Steve goes into suspended animation.

After January 1945 - Howard Stark leads expeditions to find Rogers. He finds the Tesseract, but not Captain.

March 23, 1945 - Case №17 is opened. James Barnes "joined" the HYDRA branch in the USSR.

May 8, 1945 - VE-Day.

Spring-Summer 1945 - Howard is involved in the Manhattan Project.

1946:

December 1945/January 1946 - Peggy is assigned to the SSR office in New York.

March 1946 - events of "Agent Carter" one-shot.

2012:

Early 2012 - 67 years later, Steve Rogers is found frozen but alive.

April 2012 - Rogers wakes up in the S.H.I.E.L.D. recovery room in New York City.

MCU Timeline: The Infinity Saga

[soelstress]

Silent In the Library

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Summary: While on a mission with Bucky, both of you get creative to avoid detection.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI , nsfw , explicit sex/smut, fingering , p in v sex , unprotected sex , sex in a library , some language

A/N 1 - This is my second submission for @mercurial-chuckles Smutty September Fest. Thank you for doing this challenge, it's been fun playing around with the prompts.

A/N 2 - Prompts - Asked a friend to pick up to five prompts for me... of course I was given five so two stories it is 🙈 7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc) 14) Library sex for those dark academia vibes

A/N 3 - Do not Steal, Copy or Plagiarize any part of my work - I think the photo was from the 'Fresh' Flaunt photoshoot but I saved it from Google

A/N 4 - Please let me know if I've missed a warning, knowing me it's more than likely. Hope you all enjoy ☺️

Your limited sight in the dark night only heightened your other senses. Branches of the hedge dug into the skin of your back, scraping the exposed flesh. Warm pants tickled your ear. The smell of fresh greenery swirled with cologne, but the hand around your throat prevented you from inhaling. Your heart pounded and breaths became shorter, you couldn’t take much more.

“Come with me”.

You froze when he suddenly crumpled to the ground without a noise. Not daring to even breathe, your eyes darted around. A shift in the shadows caught your attention, moonlight softly reflecting off black and gold Vibranium to reveal the presence of your saviour. You took a deep breath in relief, the sudden rush of air triggering a coughing fit. “What took you so long?” 

A scoff reached you long before the outline of your mission partner, barely visible in his dark attire. “Despite what Sam believes, I do not have ‘cyborg x-ray vision’. Took me awhile to dodge security AND find you. In a maze. That’s out of bounds. Couldn’t have made it any easier for me, could you?” He stopped near you, pausing as your coughing fit didn’t seem to be easing. “You ok?”

You raised your arms in an attempt to ease your spluttering. After a few moments, it slowed. “Unfortunately for you, yes”. You took a few slow breaths before turning to him. “Sorry for any extra paperwork, I’m sure you’d prefer that to having to deal with me”.

“I can handle paperwork. What I can’t handle is Sam complaining if something happens to you. I wanted to throw him off the plane because he grilled me for a bruise that you got. After our last mission. Tripping over thin air”. Though you couldn’t see his face, you could feel the weight of his trademark scowl. Hopefully he couldn’t see the blush on your cheeks from his words which unfortunately were true. “So can we please try to keep you in one piece to complete the mission and the journey home?”

Right. The mission. The one requiring you to break into the mansion of a former Hydra informant to retrieve a drive that contained information on old Hydra bases and activities. The one that Sam swore would be best to infiltrate on the night of a big party to avoid rousing suspicion. The one he insisted on pairing you and Bucky together. James Bucky Barnes - tonight’s savour, the reason you had previously tripped over thin air, and ultimately your unrequited crush. Part of you wanted to kill Sam who teased you mercilessly for your crush but the other part relished the chance to work closely with the sinfully sexy Super Soldier.

The pair of you had decided to attend the party separately, providing two opportunities to grab the drive, but also separate alibis if required. On arrival, you had started by trying to sneak upstairs to the library. But one lone security guard had thwarted your effort and then proceeded to follow you. In a desperate attempt you tried to escape him in the maze but he had cornered you. He had toyed with you, threatening to take you to the host when Bucky had stepped in. 

A soft grunt interrupted your musings. Bucky had picked up the security guard and removed his phone. Walking a few strides to where two hedges met to form a corner, Bucky carefully launched the guard to land on top of the eight foot hedges so he was out of sight from anyone walking by. You couldn’t help chuckling at the sight. Together you both started to follow the path of the maze in a companionable silence. A few turns had been made and in the distance you could see pinpricks of light from the mansion. Bucky’s warm hand grabbed your wrist. “Someone’s coming” he murmured. You knew he’d be thinking about how to fight his way out as quietly as possible. But with one guard down already, you couldn’t risk attracting further attention.  And only one of you had Super Soldier speed. An idea burst into your mind as you glanced around, seeing a small path in the hedge that led to a dead end after a few paces. 

 You turned and yanked him toward you. “What -“ his question was cut off when you pulled him into a fierce kiss. Bucky froze. You were certain he’d shorted circuited and that you would end up having to fight your way through. Pulling away, you made to turn and face the approaching threat but Bucky guided you backwards towards the small path. His left arm cushioned your back from the hedge, hand cupping the back of your head. His nose and lips drifted along your neck and collarbone, growling when your hands gripped the lapels of his jacket in an effort to pull him closer. Lost in a fog of desire, you felt your body trying to meld to his. His right hand gripped your waist, your leg starting to lift up to his waist in response when he froze again. “They’re gone”. Reality washed over you like a cold tidal wave, the heat of embarrassment soon fighting with the chill you’d felt a moment ago. Though you craved so badly to stay pressed to him, you knew that he didn’t feel the same as you. Besides which and most importantly, you had a job to do. Unclenching your fingers from his jacket, you tried to lower your leg discreetly and checked your appearance as a cover. Bucky unwound his arms from around you but didn’t step back. “What was that?”

Face burning, you sidestepped him with a shrug. “All your training and you don’t know how hard it is to run in heels, let alone fight”. As you walked, you could feel heat in your belly and slick pooling in your panties. Unbelievable. You’d acted like a horny teenager - sharing one kiss and then pressing against him as he held you. How the hell had you lost control like that? There were a few moments of your footsteps before you heard Bucky’s tread catch up. Tension was thick as you silently headed towards the mansion. Leaving the maze, you saw people making their way indoors. 

You avoided looking at Bucky. “I’ll mingle”.

“I’ll hit the bar”. 

Both of you separated at the bottom of the stairs, joining the crowds to drift inside. You began to work your way around the room, spending a few minutes in various conversations and contributing noises of agreement or amusement. It would be enough for the fellow guests to notice you in the moment but difficult to remember later while also giving you a good cover in case security was watching. After thirty minutes, you walked down the hallway that led to the ladies room on the next floor but also the main stairs that led to the library on the top floor. 

“Sam’s gonna kill me, your back looks like you got in a fight with an alley cat”. The rough timbre rumbled in your ear. 

Shrugging, you cautiously began to climb the stairs. “Some guys these days can’t manhandle a woman properly. It’s not the first time I’ve been roughed up”. Bucky fell silent as you moved towards the landing of the next floor. You hadn’t noticed the scratches on your back, Bucky must have effectively shielded your back when he pushed you into the hedge. You bit your lip to hold in a soft moan at the thought. From the way the way he’d handled you and the security guard in the maze, you knew that his version of roughing up would be very different.

“Hold up, doll. Security’s sweeping the stairs. Just lean over and wave like you’ve seen someone”. Doing as instructed, you leaned against the railing. Somehow your gaze landed on Bucky at the bar. A choked gasp escaped your mouth at the first clear sight of him. You knew he wore black from his camouflage trick in the maze. But this was something else. Dressed in a form fitting black suit with tousled hair and stubble dusting his cheeks, he had your heart and mind racing. “See something you like, toots?” Caught in a blue gaze, you blinked before waving. Bucky raised a crystal glass of amber liquid, the black jacket looking snug against his beefy arms and broad chest. 

Taking that as a signal to start moving again, you quietly hurried back along the corridor. “Almost didn’t recognise you without that scowl Barnes. You actually look decent”. 

A soft chuckle sounded through the comm, sounds of movement following. You figured Bucky had left the bar. “Well you clean up nicely too. Almost mistook you for a dame in that dress” he teased. As you crept up the final stairway, a mirror was placed opposite the steps and you took a moment to admire the dress you wore. A black velvet maxi dress that was strapless and had a slit up the left side hugged your body. Blushing slightly, you couldn’t help feeling pleased that he had noticed. Reaching the top of the stairs, you moved towards the correct door. 

You glanced behind you before carefully opening the door to the library, slipping inside before you closed it and looked around. Two walls were lined with books, every floor to ceiling shelf filled carefully and pristinely kept. The door you had just walked through was also framed with shelves of books. A giant rustic stone fireplace dominated the fourth wall to your left, a roaring fire illuminating an abstract painting mounted above it. Chesterfield seats were scattered through out the room. A pleasant smell of old books and leather soothed your nerves and you found yourself relaxing. Approaching the fireplace to examine the painting closely, you were suddenly yanked backwards into the left corner of the room near the door. As you wriggled, you managed to elbow your assailant before being restrained. “Calm down toots! It’s me” Bucky grunted in your ear before letting you go. 

“I thought men from the forties were gentlemen?” Grumbling, you turned and straightened your dress before looking at him to see him rubbing where you’d jabbed him. “Gotta say Barnes, grabbing a lady like that tarnishes your reputation as a charmer”. 

Bucky smirked, his face half hidden in darkness. “Depends on your definition of lady, doll. Besides you’re the one who said about being poorly handled in the maze”. You flushed, earlier thoughts of him handling you resurfacing. “Anyway, come look at this”. He pointed towards the left side of the fireplace. On closer inspection you noticed that the fireplace was not built flush into the wall but instead the stone sides jutted a few feet into the room. Before you could ask if the old man needed his eyes checked, he gently took your elbow and led to you the right side of the fireplace. A little corner nook was formed where the fireplace wall met the bookshelf of the adjoining wall. Near the corner a bookshelf slightly wider than Bucky was built in. “There’s an electronic book safe a few shelves up”.

Glancing around, you saw a rolling ladder on a track. You made to move when Bucky beat you to wheeling it as close as possible, but there was a small gap between the shelf and the ladder. Frowning, you glanced at Bucky who nodded and moved to hold the ladder on one side. As you climbed carefully up the rungs, you heard him move to hold both sides to stop the ladder from rolling. Carefully opening the safe cover, you saw the electronic key pad with the spaces for a five digit number flashing. Looking at the buttons, you could see five buttons had been pressed more frequently than others. As the possibilities for the code ran through your head and you eliminated any as a birthday or memorable date, you thought about how the owner of this mansion had become involved, anything you could remember about his background - of course. You scoffed softly and entered the code. 4-9-3-7-2. The lock clicking open echoed in the quiet room. Shaking your head, you reached into the safe and pulled out a small drive the size of a quarter before sealing the safe and replacing the book cover. You began to descend the ladder, carefully feeling for each step before moving. 

Reaching the last rung, you felt Bucky behind you. Inhaling deeply you slowly turned, using the rungs for support until you found yourself eye to eye with him. Without a word he took the drive from you and slipped it in his breast pocket. His flesh hand cupped your cheek. Blazing blue eyes searched your soul before his lips brushed over yours. Warmth rushed through every fibre of your body. As he pulled back slightly, you ached with want, with need. Lifting your right hand from the rung you caught his stubbled chin and pressed a kissed to the dimple before ghosting a kiss at each corner of his mouth. With a sharp inhale Bucky kissed you softly, almost reverently. He deliberately took his time, a sharp contrast to the fierce kiss in the maze. This was so much better than you had ever imagined, his lips firm and soft though roughened by the stubble peppering his face. You gasped when his tongue traced the seam of your lips, seeking access to your mouth. Once granted his tongue carefully tasted and teased, licking along your teeth and sending shivers down your spine. His tongue brushed yours and you could taste the whiskey he had been nursing earlier. Your thighs pressed together at his luscious licks, imagining that wicked tongue somewhere else. The hand holding his chin moved to drift through his hair while the other arm wrapped around his thick frame. Chests pressed together your leg slowly slid up and wrapped around his waist, grinding against him as you captured and sensually suckled his tongue. With a groan Bucky lifted you off the ladder and held you close. Your other leg wrapped around him as you continue to rub against him. 

Bucky’s lips moved to leave  a wet trail on your face, neck and chest. His right hand moved down your dress and snuck in along the slit. Cerulean eyes widened when he found how wet you were for him.

“The maze” you whisper, answering his unasked question.  

Nuzzling your neck, his fingers slid under the material and glided through your soaking folds. You bit back a moan when he brushed over your clit. One thick finger pushed  inside you, causing you to arch into him. “Fuck… so tight, baby”. As he moaned in your ear, another finger entered you. His thumb brushed your clit as his fingers curled upward. “Squeezing me so tight… God you feel so good”. The only sound that you could hear was your panting and the sound of his fingers fucking you. A burning pressure began to build.

“Barnes” you whimpered, humping his hand frantically. 

“That’s it sweet girl, cum for me”. Bucky’s smile widened as you clamped down on his fingers, his mouth swooping down over yours to catch any noise. 

Using his Vibranium arm to lift you higher, Bucky’s flesh hand fumbled to undo the waistband of his trousers. The sound of a zipper opening reached your ears. Searching blindly your fingers grasped his hot velvet flesh and gently squeezed the tip.

“Been hard since I first saw you in this dress earlier today”. Your eyes widened at the understanding Bucky had wanted you before leaving for the mission. “I wanted to break the fingers of that asshole who dared to touch you”. 

Longing flooded you at the dark threat. “Want you so much. Bucky… Please” you whimpered.

As he rubbed the head of his cock through your folds and over your clit his gaze burned into you, marking you. Lowering you slowly onto his cock, both of you groaned as the thick flesh stretched you deliciously. Once his groin met yours, you let out a small whine at being filled so deeply. 

Before he could move the door to the room opened, chatter and light filling the quiet space. Bucky quietly pushed the ladder back toward its original position before pressing you against the fireplace wall, only the length of the fireplace wall and shadows caused by the fire hiding your presence from the newcomers. Bucky’s eyes never left yours but you could tell his attention was elsewhere. Annoyance swept through you at the second interruption of the night chased by desire. Right now, you didn’t care that your mission was to infiltrate the home of a Hydra agent to steal essential intelligence. Right now, all that mattered was that Bucky - the man who you’d wanted for so long -  was here with you, inside you. These people could notice you at any moment, could catch Bucky balls deep inside you… 

At the thought, your core clenched around him which caused Bucky to let out a muffled curse. His dark brow raised in silent query. You’d never felt so exposed, so reckless and you wanted him in it with you. Rocking your hips, you tried to start moving against him. Bucky’s hold on you tightened as he shifted. A whimper escaped you as he nudged your clit with his movements. His flesh hand covered your mouth, both of you straining to hear any hints that you had been detected. But the chatter carried on, ignorant to the raw exhibition only a few feet away. 

Bucky placed a single finger against your lips in warning. You gently licked his finger before nipping the tip and sucking it into your mouth. Jaw dropping, he inhaled slowly before he began to move. Tongue swirling around the digit, your sucking matched the pace of his slow and steady thrusts. As his body temperature began to rise you were caught in a delightful concoction of senses - Bucky’s scent of sandalwood mixed with the smell of the library, drowning in the depths of his loving and lustful gaze, tasting the slight tang of your arousal on his finger and the feel of his body caging you as you clung tightly to Bucky, trying to pull him even closer. Cautiously he positioned you against the shelf, leaving you immobilised and unable to do anything except continue to take his measured movements. He began to roll his hips and pulled back before repeating the motion. As a wave of heat began to build, you could swear you felt his cock harden further. “Cum” he breathed in your ear. The dam broke and the tidal wave of pleasure overwhelmed you. Feeling a cry rise in your throat you kissed Bucky desperately. With a gasp he twitched inside you, filling you as he rolled his hips to prolong the pleasure as long as possible.

Distantly, you heard the door open and close. Only the gentle crackling of the fire and soft panting filled the room now. Bucky lowered you till you stood on slightly wobbly legs and slowly pulled out of you. Removing a handkerchief from his pocket, he carefully wiped between your legs before doing the same to himself. Eyes locked with yours, he tugged your underwear and dress back into place before tucking himself back into his pants, placing the folded handkerchief into his pants pocket. Leaning forward he caught your mouth in a soft tender kiss. “That should’ve been our first kiss” he murmured. 

“So what happens now?” You hated to think that this had only happened because of the mission, that nothing had changed. When his fingers entwined with yours, you were surprised to see him smiling softly.

“Long term? I want to court you baby, for you to be my girl and me to be your guy. But now? We leave, head home and handover the drive”. A twinkle danced in his eye as his smile changed to a smirk. “And then I want to hear you all night. No interruptions. No being quiet.” His brow puckered in confusion when you giggled. “What?”

“Looks like we’ll both be giving Sam something to complain about”.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hey! I wondering if you could write an imagine where Bucky has a teenage daughter he never knew about because he was taken by Hydra. Later on, he learns about her and works to form a relationship with her. The daughter might even try to play matchmaker and get him to reconnect with her mom (his ex-girlfriend, the reader).

Daughter and Match Maker » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Thunderbolts/Ex Boyfriend/Dad!Bucky Barnes x Ex Girlfriend/Mom!Reader with teen daughter Kenzie

Summary: Bucky finds out he has a teenage daughter with his ex girlfriend, you, and while him and her are working on forming their father daughter relationship, she plays match maker to get you and Bucky back together.

Warnings: tiny bit of Angst, Fluff, language, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckyys-babydoll / divider made by me

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

Bucky was going to a local coffee shop in Brooklyn to get coffee before he goes to the office. You and your 14 year old daughter Kenzie are standing in front of him in line. You ordered your usual coffee order and Kenzie got her favorite breakfast sandwich before you took her to school. Bucky furrows his eyebrows when he heard your voice. Something about your voice sounds all too familiar to him. You and Kenzie went to the end of the counter to wait for yours and hers orders. Bucky ordered his usual coffee and then went to the end of the counter. He got a good look at you, making his eyes widened.

“Y/N?” Bucky says.

You froze when you heard Bucky’s voice for the first time in 14 years. You haven’t seen or heard from him in years.

“Bucky?” You say.

“How are you?” He asks.

“I’m good. How are you?” You asked.

“I’m good too.” He replies.

“You should be good, considering the job you have now.” You say.

“Y/N, what happened years ago wasn’t in my control.” He says.

“That’s what everyone says.” You say.

Kenzie watched the whole interaction between you and Bucky.

“Mom, who is he?” Kenzie asks.

You went quiet when Kenzie asked who Bucky is. You would tell her that he’s her father, but that’s not something you want to do while you two are in public. Bucky’s eyes went wide when he heard Kenzie call you mom. Kenzie took it upon herself to introduce herself to Bucky.

“I’m her daughter Kenzie.” Kenzie introduces herself, holding her hand out to Bucky.

“I’m James, but everyone I know calls me Bucky.” Bucky introduces himself, shaking her hand.

“Are you a business man or something?” She asks, referring to his suit.

“Kinda. I’m a congressman.” He tells her.

“That’s cool.” She replies.

Before Kenzie could say anything else yours and hers orders were ready.

“I have to get you to school.” You say.

You and Kenzie grabbed your orders before walking out of the coffee shop. Bucky’s coffee was ready as well. He picked up his coffee and quickly followed you out to your car.

“Y/N, wait please.” Bucky pleads.

“I don’t have time to talk, Bucky.” You say.

“At least take this.” He says, heading you his card that has his name and phone number on it.

You ignored him and got in your car.

“I’ll take it for her.” Kenzie says.

Bucky gave Kenzie a smile as she took his card. He stood on the sidewalk as he watched you drive away.

“What’s the story with Bucky?” Kenzie curiously asks you.

“He’s my ex boyfriend.” You tell her.

“Why did you guys breakup?” She asks.

“He left me without saying a word.” You say.

The guilt was eating you alive. You hate keeping something as important as knowing who your daughter’s father is without telling her. You hate keeping it from Bucky too.

After you dropped Kenzie off at school, you looked down to see Bucky’s card on the passenger’s seat. You picked it up and looked at it. You sighed and dialed his number, calling him. Bucky answered after it rang a couple times.

“Hello?” Bucky answers.

“Hey, Bucky. It’s Y/N.” You say.

Bucky stopped what he was doing to give your call his full attention.

“I was wondering when you were going to call me.” He says.

“Can we talk?” You asked. “It’s important.” You say.

“Yes, of course. You can come to my office.” He says.

“Ok. I’ll see you in a little bit.” You say.

“See you then.” He says.

You hung up the phone and drove to the building Bucky’s office. You walked inside the building to the secretary’s desk.

“Can I help you?” The secretary asks.

“I’m here to see Congressman James Barnes.” You say.

“Do you have an appointment to see him?” She asks.

“No.” You answered.

“I’m afraid you can see him then.” She says.

“It’s fine. I told her to come here.” Bucky says as she approaches the secretary’s desk.

The secretary nodded. You followed Bucky to his office. He closed and locked the door so no one would interrupt yours and his conversation. You looked around his office for a moment.

“So this is what life is like for you?” You asked.

“Pretty much.” Bucky says. “You said you wanted to talk about something important?” He asks.

You sighed softly before turning to face him. You nervously fidgeted with your fingers.

“Remember my daughter Kenzie?” You asked.

“Yes. She seems like a nice kid.” Bucky says. “What about her?” He asks.

“It’s about who her father is.” You say.

“If you’re going to ask me what I think you’re going to ask me, the answer is no. Those days are over. I don’t do that anymore.” He says.

“I wasn’t going to ask you to track him down.” You say.

“Then why are you telling me about Kenzie’s father?” He asks.

“That’s why I asked you if we could talk.” You begin. “You’re Kenzie’s father.” You tell him.

Bucky’s eyes grew wide at the surprising news.

“What?” Bucky asks, making sure he heard you right.

“You’re Kenzie’s father.” You repeated.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

“Yes I’m sure, Bucky. You’re the only guy I’ve slept with.” You say.

“How old is Kenzie?” He asks.

“14.” You tell him.

“14? Wow.” He says, completely speechless.

Bucky took a moment to process the fact that he has a 14 year old daughter.

“Look, Bucky, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but you left me without saying a word.” You say.

“Like I said earlier, Y/N, nothing was in my control 14 years ago.” Bucky says.

“I know.” You say.

Silence filled Bucky’s office for a moment.

“Would you like to meet her after she gets out of school today?” You asked softly.

“I would love that.” Bucky says softly with a smile.

A few hours later, you invited Bucky over to meet Kenzie. You just got home from picking her up from school. Bucky came over to your house a few minutes after you and Kenzie got home. If Bucky is being honest, he’s nervous about meeting his daughter. He’s scared that she might not want anything to do with him. Bucky pushed all of the negative thoughts aside and kept his hopes high.

“Are you nervous?” You asked.

“Yes.” Bucky answers.

“It’ll be ok, Bucky.” You say softly, giving him a smile.

Bucky followed you to the living room.

“Kenzie, I need to talk to you. It’s important.” You say.

Kenzie shut the TV off and gave you her full attention.

“What’s your ex boyfriend doing here?” Kenzie asks.

“That’s why I need to talk to you.” You say.

“Ok…” She says, waiting for you to continue.

“Remember you asked me a few times about who your dad is?” You asked.

Kenzie nodded.

“Well, umm- this may come as a surprise to you…” You began. “Bucky is your dad.” You tell her.

Kenzie stared at you in silence. Then looked at Bucky. Bucky’s nerves were through the roof, waiting for Kenzie to say something. He decided to speak up first.

“Please don’t be mad at your mom. I got hit with the same news today too.” Bucky says.

“I’m not mad.” Kenzie says.

“You’re not?” You asked.

“No.” She says.

Kenzie stood up and walked over to Bucky.

“So you’re my dad?” Kenzie asks.

“Yes I am.” Bucky answers.

Bucky had a strong feeling that Kenzie was going to say that she wasn’t nothing to do with him, but it was the total opposite. She hugged him. Bucky smiles and hugs her back. He felt a new warmth in his heart. A warmth he’s never felt before.

“So when can we spend time together?” Kenzie asks, looking up at him.

“Oh- umm-” Bucky looks at you, not sure how to answer her question.

“You guys can spend the weekend together if you two want.” You suggested.

“Yes that’s what we want! Right, dad?” She says excitedly.

“Of course, kiddo.” He smiles.

Kenzie squeals in excitement and runs to her bedroom to pack a bag for the weekend. You and Bucky smile at how excited she is.

“Thank you for this, Y/N. It means a lot to me.” Bucky says.

“You’re welcome, Bucky.” You say. “You’re not mad at me are you?” You asked.

“I should be, but I’m not. Besides, I can never be mad at you.” He says.

You smiled and hugged him. He hugs you back. You two almost forgot what it was like to hold each other in each other’s arms. Kenzie walks in the living room to see you and Bucky hugging. She grins to herself as an idea came to her mind.

“I’m ready, dad.” Kenzie says.

“Alright then. Let’s go to my place, kiddo!” Bucky says.

“See you later, mom.” She says, hugging you.

“See you later, sweetie. Be good for your dad.” You say.

“You know I will.” She says.

Bucky was expecting the car ride with Kenzie to be filled with silence, but it wasn’t. Kenzie asked Bucky every question she could think of to get to know him, which he happily answered. Bucky asked Kenzie questions to get to know her as well, which she happily answered.

“I have another question for you.” Kenzie says as her and Bucky walked inside of his apartment.

“Ask away, kiddo.” Bucky says.

“Why did you leave my mom years ago?” She asks curiously.

Bucky sighs. He knew she was going to ask that question. He just didn’t know she was going to ask it today.

“Nothing was in my control back then, sweetheart.” He says.

“Like what?” She asks.

How does Bucky tell his teenage daughter that he was under HYDRA’s control and was the former Winter Soldier around the time you were pregnant with Kenzie?

“Sit down.” He says, gesturing to the couch.

Kenzie sat down. Bucky sat down next to her. She looked at her dad with the look of curiosity on her face.

“Bad people had me under their control and made me do things I should have never done. I left to protect your mom.” Bucky tells her.

“I’m sorry you went through that, dad.” Kenzie says.

Bucky gave her a smile.

“Can I ask you another question?” She asks.

“Go ahead.” He says.

“Are you still in love with mom?” She curiously asks.

“I never stopped loving her.” He answers honestly.

Kenzie thinks to herself. Since Bucky is still in love with you and if you feel the same way about him, then there’s a possibility that you and him could get back together.

———

It’s been a couple months since Bucky found out he has a daughter. Him and her have formed an amazing father daughter relationship. You and Bucky have figured out a schedule where Kenzie can spend time with him and spend the night at his apartment. Meanwhile, Kenzie has been working on a plan to get you and Bucky back together. She started off with small things so you and Bucky wouldn’t notice right away. Now, she’s making it obvious.

“You know what you should do?” Kenzie says.

“What might that be, sweetheart?” Bucky asks.

“You should ask mom out on a date.” She says.

“I would love to, kiddo, but she probably doesn’t feel the same way about me.” He says.

“She’s still in love with you.” She tells him.

“What?” He asks.

“I asked mom the other day if she’s still in love with you and she said yes.” She says.

“Wait, really?” He asks.

“Yes.” She says.

Bucky smiles to himself, happy to know that you’re still in love with him.

“So does that mean you’ll ask mom out on a date?” Kenzie asks.

“I’ll think about it.” Bucky says.

Kenzie grins to herself when an idea popped into her head. The next day, she went to the nearest floral shop and bought your favorite bouquet of flowers. She also forged her dad’s handwriting to get you to believe that he’s the one who bought the flowers. Yes, forging someone’s handwriting is bad. Kenzie knows that. All she wants is for her parents to get back together. Anyways, she walked in yours and her house with the bouquet of flowers.

“Mom, I’m home! Dad dropped me off!” Kenzie says as she walks in the house.

“Did you have fun with your dad?” You asked.

“Yes I did.” She smiles.

“What’s with the flowers?” You asked curiously.

“They were in front of the door when I got home.” She makes up.

Kenzie hands the flowers to you. You seen a card in the midst of the flowers. You took it out of the flowers and read it.

“The flowers are from your dad. He asked me out on a date on Friday night.” You say.

“Oh my god! Really? That’s amazing, mom!” Kenzie exclaims excitedly.

“You think so?” You asked.

“Yes! Dad is an amazing man who loves you, mom.” She says.

“Then I should call him and tell him that I’m looking forward to the date.” You say.

Kenzie grins to herself when you said that. Her plan is going great. Meanwhile, you called Bucky to let him know that you’re looking forward to yours and his date on Friday night. Little do you and Bucky know that Kenzie planned this.

“Hey, Y/N. What’s up?” Bucky says when he answers your call.

“I wanted to thank you for the bouquet of flowers.” You say.

“What flowers?” He asks in confusion.

“The bouquet of daisies you left in front of the door before you brought Kenzie to my house.” You say.

“I didn’t buy you daisies.” He says.

“Then why is there a card with your name on it that says we’re going on a date Friday night?” You asked.

That’s when Bucky figured it out.

“I’m pretty sure our daughter bought daisies when I wasn’t paying attention and asked you to go out on Friday night to make it look like I bought them.” He says.

“I should’ve known she did this.” You say with a small giggle.

“So are we going out on Friday night or not?” He asks curiously.

“I would love to go out with you, Bucky.” You smiled.

“Great! I’ll text you later and we’ll figure something out.” He says.

“Sounds good to me.” You say.

“Me too. I’ll talk to you later.” He says.

“Talk to you later.” You say before hanging up.

When Friday finally arrived, you spent all day thinking about yours and Bucky’s date. Kenzie helped you get ready by helping you pick out an outfit.

“Dad is going to think you look absolutely beautiful.” Kenzie says.

“I hope so.” You say.

The doorbell rang, letting you and Kenzie know that Bucky is there.

“I’ll get it!” Kenzie says.

Kenzie sprinted out of your bedroom to the front door.

“Hi, dad!” She says excitedly and hugs him after she opened the door.

“Hi, princess!” Bucky smiles.

Kenzie stepped aside to let him in the house. They went to the living room and sat down on the couch.

“Mom is almost done getting ready.” She says. “Where are you two going on your date?” She asks.

“We agreed to get drinks.” He says.

“That sounds like fun.” She says.

You walked in the living room a moment later.

“You look pretty, mom. Doesn’t she, dad?” Kenzie says.

“You look gorgeous, Y/N.” Bucky compliments.

“Thank you, you two.” You smiled.

Bucky continues to admire your beauty. He wonders to himself why the hell he left a woman like you behind.

“Ready to go?” Bucky asks.

“Yes.” You replied with a smile.

“Have fun, you two!” Kenzie says as you and Bucky walked to the door.

“Oh and by the way, kiddo, me and your mom know about your little plan.” Bucky says.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, dad.” Kenzie says and giggles.

Yours and Bucky’s date consisted of drinks , talking about Kenzie, and catching up with each other.

“Our kid is a master mind, isn’t she?” You smiled.

“She is.” Bucky smiles.

Bucky sighs softly.

“You know, when I left without telling you.” He begins.

“I really don’t want to get into that.” You say.

“I just wanted to apologize. I should’ve left a note or something. I’m sorry for putting you through that and I’m sorry that I left you to raise our daughter alone.” He apologizes sincerely.

“That means a lot, Bucky.” You say softly and smiled.

Bucky smiles and reaches across the table, gently grabbing ahold of your hand.

“I’ll do everything I can to make it up to you and our daughter.” Bucky says softly.

“We’d love that.” You say softly.

Bucky, being the gentleman he is, lifted your hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it, making you smile.

Meanwhile, Kenzie is at home, trying to contain her excitement about her parents being out on a date right now. She practically jumped off the couch when she heard a car door and ran to the front door, peaking out of the small window on the door to see you and Bucky walking to the door.

“I had a great time tonight.” You say softly with a smile.

“Me too.” Bucky smiles.

Bucky cups your cheeks and kisses you passionately. His lips are still soft. Kenzie smiles to herself, happy that her plan worked perfectly.

“Yes!” Kenzie cheers to herself.

Kenzie ran back to the living room and stay down on the couch. Little does Kenzie know that you two heard her footsteps as she ran away from the door. You and Bucky went in the house a moment later.

“How was your date?” Kenzie asks as you and Bucky walk in the living room.

“It was great.” You tell her.

“That’s great!” She exclaims happily.

You and Bucky sat down on couch on either side of her.

“We know about your plan, sweetie.” You say.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, mom.” Kenzie says mischievously.

“We heard you run away from the door.” Bucky says.

“Ok, fine!” She gives in. “I planned all of this! The flowers, everything!” She confesses. “Did it work though?” She asks, looking from you to her dad.

You and Bucky smiled at her and nodded your heads yes. Kenzie pumped her fist in the air, happy that her plan worked.

“Does this mean you guys are getting back together?” Kenzie asks.

“Only if your mom wants to.” Bucky says, looking at you.

“I would love that, Bucky.” You smiled.

“To answer your question, Kenzie, me and your mom are back together.” Bucky says with a smile.

Kenzie squealed and hugged you two.

“I’m going to text my friends and tell them my plan worked!” She says.

Kenzie stood up from the couch and ran to her bedroom to text her friends.

“We have a great kid.” Bucky smiles.

“We do.” You agree, kissing his lips softly. “I love you, Bucky Bear.” You almost whispered.

“I love you too, doll.” He almost whispers.

“I love you guys!” Kenzie shouts from her bedroom.

“We love you too, sweetheart!” You and Bucky shouted back with smiles on your faces.

-Bucky’s Doll

[tinydefector]

Learning How 1

Bob reynolds x trans Male reader

Warnings: cursing, talking about trauma and mental health (classic thunderbolts warning)

Word count: 2.8k

It's like 11:30pm I'll upload this to AO3 tomorrow.

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“Barnes!” Y/n calls out sounding rather annoyed and he marches his way towards the man. “James Buchanan Barnes!” he continues while pointing a finger right into the man's chest. “What the actual fuck is that?” He huffs while pointing at the Avengers tower, only for Bucky to let out a deep sigh. 

“Look I'm sorry but I need someone I can trust. Sam isn't talking to me which in turn means everyone else is also ignoring me.” Bucky starts hoping he gets a chance to explain the situation before Y/n interrupts him again. 

“No shit?, your currently occupying what was once Stark tower what do you expect?” Y/n snarks at him folding his arms with a raised eyebrow. “Come on I'm waiting for an explanation, because last time we talked you were going after ‘Evidence’ for Congress and now I hear your mates with Valantina!” Y/n hisses at him. 

“I Am not friends with her!” The brunette snaps. “Shit went south and she's tried to twist it to her advantage, look I know it's been 14 months and I'm not exactly easy to reach, but I need your help” he sighs while pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. 

“OH, I see I'm backup when shit hits the fan Barnes, very convenient.” Y/n huff not believing how this is how the situation has turned out. “Let me guess one of your new team-mates has it out for you and you need me to pull you out of a fucked situation again?” He asked walking away from Bucky intending to just leave the lobby of the tower. 

“No! Y/n. Look, I need your help the same help you gave me when I was still having Hiccups with what Hydra did to me” he explains. 

 it makes Y/n stop in his track hearing that. He lets out a deep sigh before turning around and shooting Bucky a glare that could kill a man. “Is Hydra back?” He asked softer. He may have his up and downs with Bucky same as Sam did but Y/n wasn't going to turn his back on Bucky if the man was struggling again. 

“it's not Hydra or me. You saw what happened on the news. People disappearing into the darkness getting turned to shadows. Well the man responsible for it happens to be part of my team” he finally states before continuing hoping Y/n didn't just book it and leave him standing there. “he's.. he struggles with alot of mental health issues, withdrawals and paranoia. We have been trying, trying to get him the help he needs, he's doing better than what he was but he's petrified of it happening again and In turn its leading up to him having another mental break.” Bucky moves to sit down on one of the lobby seats, resting head in his hand. 

He takes a moment before looking up at Y/n again. “we have gotten him Psychologist, psychiatrist, meds, everything I can physically think of. I've tried using the techniques you used on me but it's hard, hard on all of us. And I need help and your the only person I truly trust to be around him” 

Y/n moves to sit down beside Bucky, he's quiet for a long moment, glancing over at ex-hydra Assassin. “That bad huh?” He asked while resting a hand on the other man's knee. He hadn't seen Bucky this bad since before his time in Wakanda. 

Barnes only nods, the two sit together in the quiet for a long time. “He has abilities, it's like he can touch you and send you back to the worst most despicable piece of your past and make you relieve it over and over. And he doesn't know how to control it, and the episodes. He's struggling so are we, and he feels like he's a burden becuase of it. We want him safe, to feel safe and I told the others I had someone who might be able to help” 

“Really dragging me into this aren't you Buck.” Y/n shakes his head and pats his friends leg. “ Wanda would have been better for this” he starts only for Bucky to cut him off. 

“No, he'd be able to put her back to the experiments done on her, or fuck the moment her brother died. Its the reason I needed someone who doesn't have powers but has knowledge of how to handle half brainwashed Super soldiers. I can't promise you he won't make see things you wish you could forget” it sounds almost like a plead. 

“Buck, anything he does won't be worse that what sleep already does to me, the fuckin joys of being a vivid Lucid dreamer is how real everything feels, and how my brain likes to play tricks. I have a lovely thing called Desensitisation” he jokes softly to his friend. His face becomes more somber after that waiting for some sort of reaction out of Bucky.  

“When do you want me to meet him?” Y/n inquiries, it's basically him saying he will do it, if it gives Bucky some sort of peace of mind, to take something off his plate. 

“Probably now, he's having a good day today and I'd rather you meet him while he's not in a worse state.” Barnes turns to look at Y/n with a look that could probably make woman melt. 

“Fuckin hell don't look at me like that, you look like a kicked puppy, a kicked steroid injected puppy” Y/n huffs Standing up and ruffling his friend's hair. 

Bucky stands following that trying to fix his hair with a shake and he walks beside Y/n towards the elevator. The Watchtower looked like a husk of what it once did, even with all of the renovations it still screamed mimic, almost but just not quite. Y/n had never actually been here but he'd seen enough photos, and videos to know that Stark tower, the Avengers tower, the Watchtower was a hollow shell of what it once was. 

“So what's the plan, you going to be keeping me here, or am I going to need clearance to come and go?” He hums while leading against the wall of the elevator as Buck presses for the floor they wanted and he scans a card. 

“I'll have to get you clearance but I'd prefer you stayed here, mainly because Bob's episodes are spur of the moment, randomly triggered and I would feel safer having an extra set of hands around just incase. I'm not expecting him to go full void but, I'd rather be safer than sorry” Bucky closes his eyes for a moment as the doors close and the lift begins assending. 

“Bob.. seriously the man who turned New York dark is called Bob?” Y/n gives Barnes an incredulous look. as If wanting more information about just who the hell he was going to be looking after. 

“His name is Robert Reynolds, but he prefers Bob, don't ask me why. Walker called him Robby once and it got him thrown across the room. Anytime anyone calls him Robert he thinks he's in trouble. So yea Bob or if he trust you enough Bobby” the brunette informs Y/n. “He's a quiet and sweet guy just troubled” 

The elevator door dinged softly, signaling their arrival as Y/N’s sharp voice cut through the air. “Why do I feel like there’s more you’re not telling me?” His eyes narrowed at Bucky, suspicion practically radiating off him.

Bucky stepped out, his pace unwavering as he made his way down the hallway. “Because there is,” he replied dryly, not bothering to look back. 

Y/N scoffed, rolling his eyes as he followed closely behind. “Real reassuring, Barnes. Love working with a paranoid cryptid who can’t even give me the full picture. Just like old times, can't wait to be thrown from the back of a truck again”

Bucky didn’t answer, his head tilting slightly as they neared the common area. The door ahead slid open to reveal the mix of bar, kitchen, and lounge room that had been cobbled together from the overly minimalist modern look. The bar had old Oak cupboard set up looking out of place against the backdrop. The fridge was modern while the old chest freezer looked like it had seen better days. A large dining room table is littered with weapons, bag, armour, laundry, paperwork, books as if it was where everyone just dumped stuff there. The lounge room was cobbled together with mismatched couches around a large coffee table, beanbags, a pull out bed. And then there's at little book nook against the window with piles of books surrounding what looked liked someone's pillows cushions and blankets and a night stand with cups stacked inside each other.  

The moment they entered, all eyes in the room turned toward them. Y/N’s gaze darted around, taking in the mismatched group. An impossibly large and imposing man, leaned casually against the bar with a beer in hand, his broad frame practically eclipsing the counter. Beside him stood a smaller blonde woman in a baggy hoodie, her sharp eyes narrowing at the new arrival. Another woman with dark hair lingered near the lounge, and over in the little book nook sat a young man with a messy mop of hair who looks up when he hears movement. 

But before he could focus on everyone else, his attention snapped to the man sitting in the far corner, casually nursing aprotein shake like he didn’t have a care in the world. Y/N’s lip curled in recognition.

“Fuck you, Walker,” Y/N called, his voice cutting through the silence. “Can’t believe they didn’t lock your insufferable ass up, Sergeant Yank.”

John Walker’s brow arched, and he smirked lazily as he set his drink down. “Well, hello to you too, Sunshine. Still bitter I kicked your ass last time?”

Y/N barked a laugh, stepping further into the room. “You kicked my ass? Please. The only thing you kicked was a vending machine when it ate your dollar. And you lost that fight, too. Was rather funny watching you stub your toe”

The room was silent for a beat before Alexei let out a booming laugh, clapping his hands together. “I like this one! He is sharp-tongued, yes? Like little Yelena!” 

Yelena shot her father a glare, muttering something in Russian that made Alexei laugh even harder.

 Walker, on the other hand, leaned back in his seat, clearly unbothered. “Cute. You’ve been working on your material, huh? Or did Bucky write that one for you?”

Bucky exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose as he muttered, “God, I hate this already.”

Y/N grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “Nah, Barnes doesn’t have a sense of humor. He just stands there brooding and occasionally grunts in agreement. Like a depressed NPC.”

This earned a snort from Ava, who had been watching the exchange with keen interest. “oh I like him,” she said, her smirk widening. “He’s got guts.”

“Guts and a death wish, Stop tormenting Walker ” Bucky muttered, shooting Y/N a side-eye. “Let’s keep the introductions moving before this turns into a bar fight.”

Y/N finally turned to the others, his gaze sweeping across the room. “Fine, fine.”

Bucky gestured to each of them in turn. “Alexei, Yelena, Ava… and Bob.”

Y/N’s brow furrowed as his eyes landed on Bob. He blinked, momentarily at a loss for words. This wasn’t at all what he’d been expecting. Bob had been described as someone who needed help during his more difficult days, someone who required patience and understanding. Y/N had pictured a middle-aged man, maybe balding, with a permanent frown and a bad attitude mainly because of the name.

Instead, Bob was… well, pretty. His dirty blonde-brown hair was slightly tousled, and he wore a soft sweater and fluffy pants, and mismatched socks that made him look more like someone who belonged in a coffee shop than a tactical team. For a moment, Y/N’s brain short-circuited.

“You’re Bob?” he blurted out before he could stop himself. 

Bob blinked, looking mildly amused as he nodded. “Uh… yeah. That’s me.”

Y/N’s gaze flicked to Alexei, then back to Bob. “I thought he was Bob.”

Alexei chuckled, shaking his head. “No, no. I am Alexei. But thank you for thinking I look like someone named Bob. Very… American.”

Bucky sighed, clearly regretting every life decision that had led to this moment. “Y/N, focus.”

Y/N shook his head, muttering under his breath before stepping forward. He offered Bob a hand, forcing a polite smile. “Y/N. Nice to meet you.” The moment Bob’s hand touched his, the room collectively panicked.

“Wait, don’t—” Yelena started, but it was too late.

Y/N’s eyes unfocused, his hand still clasped in Bob’s as his mind was suddenly overwhelmed by a strange, foggy sensation. Images flickered in his head—shame, regret, guilt—all swirling together in a disorienting haze. It was like standing in the middle of a storm, every negative emotion he’d ever felt crashing over him at once, and the room he was in felt dreary and faded. it was easy to tell the difference between It and real life, it wasn't the same as when having a nightmare or dream where you feel just to slow. But there was just enough for him to know. 

And then, just as suddenly as it started, it was over.

Y/N blinked, his hand slipping from Bob’s as he stepped back. The room was silent, everyone watching him with varying degrees of concern and curiosity. “Oh,” Y/N said after a beat, his voice calm. “So that’s why I was told not to shake your hand.”

Bob winced, looking genuinely apologetic. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“Nah, it’s fine, I already had my own idea of what would happen, different tho its.. very hollow” Y/N interrupted, waving him off. It had left Y/n feeling slightly dizzy and nauseous but outside of that it wasn't far off reacuring nightmares. 

Ava leaned against the counter, watching Y/N with a curious expression. 

Y/N voice softened as he asked, “Can you tell me about the… void episodes?”

The room grew quiet, the casual banter fading as the weight of the question settled. Bob shifted uncomfortably, his hands tugging at the hem of his sweater. His gaze darted briefly to Yelena, who gave him an encouraging nod, her hand still resting lightly on his arm. 

Y/N held his ground, his tone staying gentle but firm. “I’m not trying to push, Bob. I just want to understand. I know it’s hard—believe me, but the more I know, the better I can help.” Bob hesitated, his shoulders hunching slightly. He wasn’t non-verbal, not yet, but Y/N could see the signs. The way his breathing had grown shallow, the way his hands fidgeted nervously. He wasn’t sure if Bob would answer, but he didn’t press, giving the young man the space to decide.

Finally, Bob exhaled shakily and looked up, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s not easy to explain.”

“Take your time,” Y/N said softly. 

Bob nodded, his fingers still gripping the edge of his sweater. “It’s… like a spiral,” he started, his words slow and deliberate, as if he was trying to piece them together as he spoke. “Sometimes, it feels like everything’s too much, like I’m drowning in all the emotions at once anger, sadness, shame, everything. And other times, it’s the opposite. It’s like… nothing. Like I’m empty.”

“a hollow void,” Y/N said quietly, and Bob nodded.

“Yeah. Void.” He glanced at the floor, his brows knitting together. “When I’m in it, it’s like… I’m not even here. Like I’m watching everything from far away, but I can’t feel anything. I can’t connect to anyone. And no matter how much I want to, I can’t pull myself out of it. It’s like I’m stuck. And the sometimes i wake up from it not remembering thing, have days disappear from memory loss”

Y/N nodded, his expression calm and understanding. “That sounds exhausting.”

“It is,” Bob admitted, his voice breaking slightly. “And it’s scary. Because sometimes, I don’t know how long it’ll last. I don’t know if I’ll ever feel normal again. And fighting it makes it worse, so does ignoring it”

Yelena shifted closer, her hand squeezing Bob’s arm gently. “But you do come back,” she said firmly, her voice filled with quiet determination. “You always come back.”

Bob gave her a small, grateful smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah. Because of you guys. If it weren’t for you, I don’t know if I’d—” He cut himself off, shaking his head as if to banish the thought.

“That’s brave of you,” Y/N said softly. When Bob looked up at him, confused, he continued, “Letting people in like that. Letting them help. That’s not easy.”

Bob shrugged, his cheeks flushing slightly. “It’s not like I had a choice. They didn’t exactly give me one. They charged in and dragged me back out and have refused to give up” he finishes his words soft, slightly hopefully. 

[satanforbrains]

Are You Sure?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (she/her)

Summary: Bucky has some pre wedding jitters.

Warnings & Features: Soft Bucky, Maid of Honour!Yelena, Best Man!Sam, Bridesmaid!Ava, the nicknames "babydoll," and "baby," anxious Bucky, groom!Bucky, bride!reader, kissing, little bit of pining

Word Count: 2,046

A/N: I fell in love with this idea the second it popped into my head, I think it's so cute. I like writing soft Bucky a lot. This is set post-Thunderbolts but before the post credit scene; set sometimes in the 14 months between those two for the sake of the characters but there's no spoilers. Enjoy!! <3

The morning is hectic. You're supposed to be getting married today. You and your husband-to-be decided to keep it traditional, and not see each other before the wedding. Ava had yet pick your dress up like she said she would and the caterers were running late. Those three things combined made you less than happy, but, you didn't want to be a "bride-zilla" and ruin your own wedding day.

You're sitting in the hair and makeup chair when someone knocks on the door. "Who is it?" You shout.

"It's me," Sam, Bucky's best man calls from the opposite side.

"Excuse me for a moment?" You ask the woman doing my makeup. She nods and you open the door to my hotel suite, where we all were getting ready. "Is everything okay?" You ask as you step out into the hall with Sam.

"Slow your roll," he says, noticing how tense you are. "Everything's just fine. I was just sent to give this to you."

"Oh?" You ask as you take the envelope that Sam handed to you. "This is from Bucky?"

"No, it's from an alien," Sam says, deadpan, earning a chuckle and a playful eyeroll from you.

"Thank you."

You glance down at the envelope as Sam walks away. It had your name written on it in handwriting that couldn't possibly be anyone else's but Bucky's. Smiling to yourself, you go back into the hotel room and open the letter as you sit in the hair and makeup chair to finish your glam.

"Babydoll," the letter reads, instantly putting a smile on your face.

"I miss you so much. I can't wait to see you, and I can't wait for you to be my wife. I bet you look amazing.

Be good.

Love,

Buck."

You smile to yourself, letting your eyes flick across the words on the paper, scrawled in black ink, in Bucky's handwriting.

"Can you get me a piece of paper, a pen, an en envelope?" you ask Yelena. "Please? I have some in my purse in the closet."

She nods and wordlessly goes to get what you'd asked for. She hands it to you and you start writing a note of your own to your husband to be.

"James," you write in your own handwriting that Bucky had come to adore. He's obsessed with every. single. thing. about you. Once, you'd caught him practically ogling at you with hearts in his eyes, even though all you were doing was reading a book. He kissed the ground you walked on and it was all he'd ever need to die happy. His words, not yours.

"I can't wait to be your wife. You've no idea how long I've been dreaming of this. I'm so excited to see you. Hang tight, and don't cause any trouble.

Yours,

Y/n."

You know exactly what you're doing, ending the letter with "yours." It was a subtle detail, but one you know Bucky would deeply appreciate. Any time you called yourself his, at any capacity, it drove him mad.

You finish writing the note, put the in the envelope, address the envelope, and hand it to Yelena.

"Will you deliver this to Bucky, please?" You ask, looking up at her.

"Of course," she nods and heads to deliver your note to the groom's suite, on the opposite side of hotel floor.

"Thank you!" You call as she leaves.

When your Yelena walks out, Ava finally comes in with your dress.

"I'm here!" She shouts as she walks into the suite, holding your dress and her own.

"I was starting to think you weren't coming!" you tell her as she comes to stand next to you in the chair.

"I will always come," she with a slight smirk.

"Thank you for getting my dress."

--

While you, Ava, and the rest of your bridal party continued to get ready, Bucky, Sam and the his groomsmen were getting ready, too.

Bucky's morning was a lot more docile, but, as the hours ticked by, he grew more nervous.

"Man, sit down," Sam urged him as he paced across his suite, making it impossible for his hairdresser to fix his hair. "You're gonna make yourself late to your own wedding."

Bucky sighs and sits down, letting his hairdresser fix his hair.

"What if this is a mistake?" He asks, looking up at Sam with some vulnerability in his eyes he very seldom showed.

"What the hell do you mean, 'what if this is a mistake'?" Sam retorts, raising an eyebrow.

"I mean, what if she can do better? What if I hurt her? What if I'm not what she needs?"

"She loves you, man. You're perfect together. She needs you just as much as you need her. I get why you're in your head, but, you don't have to be," Sam tells him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Before Bucky could respond, someone knocks on the door of the groom's suite.

"Who is it?" Bucky calls.

"Yelena! I have something for you."

Bucky doesn't say anything else but he gets up to answer the door.

"Y/n asked me to give this to you," Yelena tells Bucky as she hands him the envelope with the note you wrote to him in it.

Bucky softens immediately as he looks at the envelope. You'd written "James," on it in big, elegant handwriting that you saved for special occasions.

"Thanks," he says with a slight smile, closing the door after Yelena nods and starts to head back to the bridal suite.

"What's that?" Sam asks, nodding to the envelope in Bucky's hands.

"It's from y/n," he mutters as he opens it carefully. Sam all but deadpans him.

"You're worried about being good enough for her, yet here you two are treating me and Yelena like homing pigeons," Sam chuckles, his statement blunt, although not harsh.

Bucky doesn't say anything else and just rolls his eyes as he unfolds the paper, reading the note. Despite himself and his anxiety, he softens slightly at your words scrawled across the page.

Coupled with his anxiety, he's also vibrating with excitement, not only at seeing you, but finally making you his wife, too. He hadn't seen you in what felt like a hundred years. The next time he did, you'd be his wife. He knew he wanted to marry you from the second he laid eyes on you.

Sam plucks the paper from his hands after his eyes flick over the words a few times, as if he was stuck on them ~ stuck on you.

"See this?" Sam asks, waving the paper.

"Give it back," Bucky grumbles, snatching the paper from Sam.

"She's obsessed with you, man. You've got nothing to worry about."

Bucky shrugs as he reads the note one more time, simply enamoured, before folding it and tucking it into the watch pocket of suit coat.

"It's almost time. You've got to get out of your head."

"Alright, alright, I get it," Bucky mutters as he puts on his watch and cuff links.

Despite telling Sam his nerves are settled, he still paces across the room as he fixes his collar for what feels like the thousandth time.

Sam grabs him by the shoulders, stopping him in his tracks in an attempt to ground him.

"You have to relax. She wouldn't have agreed to marry you if she didn't think you were good enough for her."

"I know, Sam," Bucky replies, his tone almost annoyed.

"Then act like it," Sam tells him.

Bucky opens his mouth to reply but the wedding coordinator knocks on the door to let him, Sam, and the other groomsmen know that it's nearly time to head to the venue.

At that time, you had already gotten there, to make sure that the two of you don't run into each other before the first look.

--

You'd asked for some time alone in a room off to the side of the venue whilst you waited.

Everything was perfect. You and Bucky decided to keep it small and intimate; neither of you were big on extravagance, but, it was very elegant, nonetheless.

You and Bucky stuck to natural colours, with white ribbons, fairy lights and white wisteria flowers. You looked around quickly when you'd arrived; it was everything you've ever dreamed of. You looked like a princess in your dress and you could not wait to show Bucky.

Your bridal party helps to make sure everything is set up before heading to a room to wait in before the ceremony starts.

During the ride to the venue, 20 minutes after you and your bridal party had arrived, Bucky's more anxious now, than he was ever was. His knee bounces faster than the speed of light as he adjusts and readjusts his watchband.

Of course, Sam does his best to calm Bucky's nerves, but, that doesn't go as well as he wishes it did.

As soon as the car Bucky and Sam arrive in stops, Bucky bolts.

"Where are you going?" Sam asks, but, Bucky's already way too far away to be able to hear.

"Where is she?" He frantically asks the wedding coordinator.

"But, Mr. Barnes-." The coordinator starts, but, he cuts her off.

"I don't care, please just tell me where y/n is," he says, his voice softer and more intense.

The wedding coordinator nods and leads him inside.

"Down this hall, the last room on the right," she tells him, pointing down a corridor.

"Thank you," Bucky says and heads down the hallway.

You're clipping your veil in when you hear a knock at the door. Not thinking anything of it, you open the door and freeze when you see Bucky standing on the other side.

It takes you a few seconds before you quietly scold him. "Bucky! You're not supposed to see me yet!"

His jaw falls open upon seeing you in your dress with your hair and makeup all done. He doesn't even process your words because all he can focus on is how perfect you look - how you're the perfect bride.

"James!" You say a bit louder and gently push on his shoulder. This causes him to snap out of his daze, and that sense of urgency returns to his voice.

"I know, babydoll, I'm sorry, I just... I needed to see you."

You could immediately tell that something was wrong and soften immediately, stepping aside to let him in the room.

"Hey, it's okay," you assure him softly and take him to go have a seat. "What's wrong?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Your eyebrow flies to your hairline at his question and you lean in to cup his face in your palms. "Do what?"

"Marry me."

"I've never been more sure of anything. Why? Are you having second thoughts?" You ask, trying to hide the way your heart dropped at the thought.

"No, never," he says quickly, knowing that the thought would rip you to shreds. "But what if I can't be the husband you need to be? What if I hurt you?"

"Oh, baby," you say softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "All I need you to be is yourself. You don't have to be anything but you. I love you unconditionally, exactly as you are, and nothing in the world could change that. I want nothing more than to become your wife today. As long as you're you, I'll be the happiest woman alive."

"What if I hurt you?"

"What if I hurt you? I'm no less capable of it than you are. If it happens, it happens. I know you'd never do it on purpose, arguments are inevitable sometimes, and I trust that we love each other enough to work through whatever happens."

"Really?"

"Yes, really, baby," you assure him again before placing another kiss to his forehead. "I love you so much."

"And I love you, babydoll."

"I can't wait to be your wife."

"I can't wait to have you as my wife," he mumbles softly, turning his head to place a kiss on your hand.

"Let's go get married now, hm?" You ask, with a playful smirk on your face.

"Yes. Let's go get married."

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Chapter 15 - Wait For It

Series Masterlist - Main Masterlist

Author's Note: Bucky about to take the gold in his favorite sport (glaring).

Chapter title from Amsterdam by Imagine Dragons

Word Count: 7.8k

Chapter Summary/Warnings: Bucky worries, and you have a meeting. Usual warnings.

Tags: Bucky Barnes/Female Reader, enemies to friends to lovers, canon divergence, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff

Chapter 14 - Chapter 16

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There were a lot of things about this situation that Bucky hated.

To start, traffic had been shit. He hadn’t gotten the chance to eat, because he usually ate with Her. The day was too damn sunny, but Bucky would sound like an asshole if he said that out loud. Finally, his phone was almost dead, and Sam’s waiting room didn’t have one fucking outlet.

If She called him, he needed to be able to respond. He shouldn’t even be taking a day off anyway. Bucky could think of a hundred damn reasons he should be with Her, not halfway across the city. But every time he’d thrown one at Her, she’d shot it down with sharp accuracy and a flat tone. 

“You could have another Hydra run in-“

“I’m not going to leave my apartment.” She’d shrugged, not looking away from Her computer. “And Happy upgraded my security. I’ll be fine.”

Bucky had scoffed, leaning further over the desk. “Thing is, you’re sayin’ you’re not going to leave your apartment, but the last time you did that, you left your apartment-“

“I won’t this time.”

“I don’t believe you-“

“James.” She’d finally turned to face him, and there had been a heavy exhaustion on Her face that hadn’t made Bucky more eager to leave Her.

It had really been sinking into Her features, lately. A sort of gauntness that made Bucky’s jaw clench and his gut turn. The Moon was shrouded in Her eyes, Her hair had flyaway strands, and several of Her nails had chipped.

It was all that, combined with a million small things that told Bucky She wasn’t okay. Whenever She’d smile at a suit it was all overdone sweetness, but without the usual, slight hint of teeth. She seemed to be floating through the day rather than carving at it. Bucky had passed Her a coffee in the car that morning, and She’d just held it. 

Completely still in the passenger’s seat. Answering Bucky with Her usual jokes, but all of them too soft. When they’d parked, and Bucky had let the song playing run all the way to the end, She’d just stared ahead with a blank expression. 

Whatever this was looked like more than the sickness. That always made Her colorless, but not dead. And some part of Her always seemed a little more tired than Bucky liked—if it were up to him, She’d rest every single night, maybe next to him, with his arm around Her shoulders and Her voice smooth in his ear—but all Her movements seemed to be animated. When She walked it wasn’t the purposeful, well-designed strut She seemed to have mastered, but a mechanical movement that only Bucky seemed to see the difference in. Less hips, and the same rhythm a beat behind, with no ease. 

Her voice was missing something, too. As She’d looked at Bucky with tight features and all that exhaustion, he’d really fucking heard it. There was nothing musical in the tone. It was just goddamn flat.

“I’m not going to leave my apartment.” She’d said, holding his gaze. “And if you don’t meet with Sam, we won’t know if he’s onto us.”

Bucky had sighed. “He’s not onto us, Butterfly-“

“We don’t know that.”

“Maybe, but I know Sam-“

“I know him too.” She’d raised Her brows in a silent challenge. “And we need to be sure he doesn’t know. We’re fucked if he does.”

“Yeah, I know that, but he might be okay with it-“

“No, he won’t be.”

“Fine, he’ll be pissed at me, but not you-“

“He’ll take you off my detail.” She’d snapped, and Bucky had stilled. “If Sam finds out you’ve been encouraging me to deal with this, he’ll move you to work on the case because you’ve got the info, and separate us.” She’d taken a long, slow breath, and the venom in Her voice had made Bucky sit a little too tall in his chair. 

He’d muttered Her name, and She’d shaken her head.

“Please just go to the meeting, Buck. I-“ She’d run a hand through Her hair, Her voice fading into something far too soft. “I’d like to keep you with me.”

She’d sounded like She cared. And She’d wanted to keep him. 

Bucky. 

Of all damn people, Bucky got to be the one She wanted to keep with Her. 

And the heat in his body—dimmed to a flicker, as his gut had been aching as he tried to figure out what the fuck was wrong with Her—had flared back up with a roar. 

He wouldn’t just bend to Her orders. If anything, the annoying feelings had made him more determined to match Her pace for pace, shove for shove, bite for bite. 

But She’d had a damn good point. Bucky couldn’t protect Her, or help Her, or make sure She didn’t eat herself from within if Sam moved him away from Her. He didn’t really want to be anywhere but Her anyway. 

So Bucky had folded.

Mostly.

“You have to promise you’ll rest.” He’d muttered, and She’d sighed.

“Fine.”

Bucky had blinked, the furrow of his brow deep enough for him to feel. He’d expected Her to argue. To negotiate. 

But She hadn’t.

And goddamnit, that was sitting and rotting in his stomach, giving him yet another reason to hate being here. Something was wrong with Her. It had been wrong with Her, since She’d gotten back from that party Miles had dragged her to. She’d apologized to him for letting Miles be rude—which was stupid, that hadn’t been Her fault by a long shot—and then started to shrink back into Herself.

There were moments where She’d seem okay. If Bucky made Her move. If he ordered food and let Her paint on his arm, or sat next to Her and asked her for help with a course on Stark’s stupid program. When he made Her think, or let Her make something that he studied after, to see exactly what She liked enough to create.

But if he let Her sit in Herself for too long, that was when She started to fall apart. So Bucky should be with Her. Making sure She didn’t hurt herself, or something—someone—else got Her. 

Because he had eyes. 

He’d seen the way She’d grown small and nervous the moment Miles had stepped into the apartment. The way She’d obeyed his every word, even when it was something Bucky was certain she wouldn’t actually agree with. Miles had spoken to Her like she was a dog, asked Her to dress up like She was a toy, and it had made Bucky’s fists curl and his attention sharp.

Because he recognized the stance She’d adopted. Eyes down, speaking only when spoken to, with as few words as She could manage.

The Soldat had been scratching at the back of his skull, at the sight of it. 

That was how he had stood. For decades. The slow, careful movements of someone who knew that a foot out of line would result in losing a toe. The words of a person who had said the wrong ones in the past, and paid heavily for it.

And Bucky had a theory. A theory he didn’t know how to ask Her about, or how to test. One he was desperately hoping was wrong—he never saw bruises, but She was also good at hiding things, and Miles didn’t seem like enough of a dumbass to do something obvious—but couldn’t afford to count out. Not with Her.

It was, really, the only reason Bucky was here. He didn’t give a shit about lunch with Sam. He probably could have pushed a little harder, and stayed where he wanted to be. With Her, in Her apartment now that Miles was back out of town, making Her try the new spice he’d found at a market down-town and watching the Princess Bride movie.

Looking at Her, trying to work out if there was anything about Her that wasn’t made like art, and coming up empty-handed. When he’d been there yesterday, She’d given him more coins for laundry and a handful of rocks.

He hadn’t been able to fight his smile. “The hell am I supposed to do with these.”

“They’re for science, James.” She’d sighed. “Geology.”

“I don’t know a single thing about geology.”

“Then you can learn-“

“Or you,” he’d passed than back into Her hands. “Could paint them.”

She’d stared at him for a second, Her voice dropping to something soft. “Do you want me to paint them?”

Bucky had shrugged—although nothing sounded better in the world than Her, painting rocks just for him—and She’d nodded slowly. 

“You have to do one too.”

“Alright. Deal.” He’d held out his hand, She’d shaken it with a worryingly determined expression, and Bucky wanted to be at Her apartment, painting rocks like a goddamn idiot.

Steve had liked to paint rocks. And Bucky had done it with him, when they were kids. And he’d gotten pretty damn good at it, enough to maybe impress Her, and Bucky shouldn’t care about impressing Her, but he did.

He wanted to keep being the person She kept around. Wanted to watch Her eyes get wide, and then have Her ask him a million questions, and maybe hand Her to rock and have Her keep that too. 

He’d been feeling disturbingly like a goddamn kid lately, whenever he was around Her. Falling for the doe-eyed girl sitting across from him, eating Her lunch and talking too fast, wearing a pretty dress and letting Bucky stand between Her and the bullies. 

She’d been less doe-eyed lately. It was just another part of whatever the hell was happening with Her.

So Bucky was here. He didn’t want to be. But it was that damn theory that was making the Soldat scratch up and down his skull. And Sam—who was fucking late, the asshead—might have an answer.

The clock was taunting him again. Ticking and ticking, like a bomb set to go off that Bucky didn’t have the time to clean up. Hydra could be making steps as he just sat there. She could be running around, and fall over a trap—or just Her own feet—and Bucky wouldn’t be able to catch Her. Miles could get back again, while Bucky wasn’t there-

She’d be fine.

He could check the cameras. But She said she was at her apartment. And checking them for worried reasons but not real reasons felt like an invasion. 

She’d call if She needed him.

She would.

She’d been letting Bucky help, so She would call-

Tick. Tick. The gas in Her office had a similar sound. 

Tick. The tap of Her fingers on the keyboard did too. 

Tick. So did the sound of polished shoes on a floor, crossing over to Her and wrapping around her like She was something to be suffocated, rather than the most air Bucky had ever breathed maybe in his whole life-

There was a whine from the wood of Bucky’s chair, and he’d almost snapped the arm clean off. Shit.

His name was James Buchanan Barnes. It was going to rain later, because the air had that sticky quality that came with a storm. Sam’s office still had that ugly, gray carpet. 

He liked that Sam at least texted to say he was running late, and would be up in a few minutes. He didn’t like that he wasn’t with Her, but he’d been thinking about that all morning, so he also didn’t like how he couldn’t think of a real reason to text Her.

He needed to yell at Sam later, about replacing that goddamn clock.

He wanted to just ask the question right away, when Sam got off the elevator with a wide grin and open arms. Bucky wanted to cut into it, and make sure he wasn’t right.

God, he really didn’t want to be right.

But he had to do the whole dance. Drop across from Sam in the office with a grimacing smile, settle in best he could, and ask about Sarah like a normal person-

“Man, you don’t care about that.” Sam gave him an amused look, leaning forward. “Sarah’s back home, last time you saw her was the last time I did too. But you know who I do know you care about?”

Bucky’s jaw clenched. “Sam-“

“I heard about how you’ve been bullyin’ Happy Hogan-“

“It’s not bullying.”

“Fine, harassing-“

“I’m doing my damn job, Sam.” Bucky snapped, and Sam snorted.

“You got blocked.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“Means you were goin’ way overboard. And if you say for a job, I swear to god, Buck, I’m gonna punch you in the face-“

Bucky scowled. “She’s my friend. You wanted us to be friends, and now we are, so shut up. Didn’t you want to talk to me about something-“

“Yeah,” Sam shrugged. “Progress report on Hydra, nothing. We’ve got jack shit. And I saw you guys at lunch, you weren’t talking like friends. You were actin’ like you’ve been married ten years-“

“We haven’t.”

“Yeah, but you wanna be, don’t you-“

“Sam.”

“C’mon, Bucky.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Do we gotta do this again? I’m joking about the marriage, but she stayed at your apartment. If you think there’s nothing there-“

“She has a boyfriend.” Bucky muttered, and the word felt sour in his mouth. 

He might have made a face too, because Sam raised his brows. “She does. You got any feelings about that?”

“He’s a dick.” 

Sam snorted. “Yeah, he is. I mean- Jesus, man. You have no idea.”

Bucky sat up taller at that. He didn’t have an idea. 

He really needed to, though.

“How did…” Buck paused, frowning at the air as he searched for the normal, casual, tactical way to bring this up. “That even happen.”

“I wish I knew.” Sam sighed. “She’s never really told me either. When we got blipped I’d been on the run a few years, but I’d still been sending her postcards, and she’d write back about how her siblings were doing. I’d ask if she was going to settle down herself and she’d dodge the question. Then I get back and she’s working for the Stark Foundation and dating the biggest asshole I’ve ever met in my life.”

Bucky grunted. “She ever mention how they met?”

“Nope.”

Fuck. “How about-“

“You never answered my question, Bucky.” Sam cut him off with short words, and Bucky swallowed. “You got feelings about her having a boyfriend?”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “No. We’re not talking about this.”

“About what, Bucky?” Sam’s grin was shit-eating. This had been a horrible idea. “How that old heart of yours is finally pumping-“

“Sam-“

“I wouldn’t be against it.” Sam said quickly. “Miles is a dickbag.”

Bucky was going to break his teeth. “I know that-“

“I mean, I don’t ever really see him, and she doesn’t talk about him, but- Shit, Buck, he doesn’t even like her cat.”

Bucky frowned. “He doesn’t?”

“Nope. And I’ve never seen her like someone that didn’t like her cat. That thing has been with her as long as I’ve known her.”

Bucky paused. If Sam knew something about his theory, he would’ve said it here. Hell, now that Bucky was thinking about it, there was no way Sam would’ve known and let it continue. Sam did only see Her whenever he was in the city, and She was good at wearing all those masks and dancing through the world like it was all beneath Her, even when Bucky could see it crushing on Her shoulders. 

And the Boy. 

His name. Combined with the fact that—if Bucky’s math was right—he shouldn’t be half as young as he seemed.

There wasn’t a better time to ask.

“You know the Boy’s real name? Behemoth?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, why?”

“Isn’t that the name of one of the Hydra projects?” Bucky said pointedly, and Sam sighed.

“Bucky, don’t tell me you think she’s fucking Hydra again-“

“No. That was- I don’t.“ Bucky let out a slow breath. “Just odd. Not a common name.”

“She’s not a common person. And I asked her about it, long time ago, and she said he just is the Behemoth.”

Bucky frowned. “The?”

“She was nine, man, I don’t think it’s that serious.”

“But-“

“Bucky. From what we’ve found, the Behemoth project got cancelled. Merged. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll go to her apartment right now and make sure they didn’t put doomsday in a cat-“

Bucky scowled. “Shut up.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Sam grinned, pushing up from his chair. “Let’s go, old man. You owe me a lunch.”

Bucky didn’t owe Sam anything. But he did want to talk to Sam about normal things for maybe twenty minutes—steering the conversation away from Her, all while only ever thinking of Her—and the sooner he finished up here, the sooner he could get back.

To Her.

If Sam pushed him about it—like the asshole tended to do—Bucky would make it real damn clear that he didn’t think She was guilty of anything. He looked at Her too much for that to be true. 

Bucky could recognize a guilty person. A truly guilty person, who didn’t think they were doing a single thing wrong. They had a sort of indifference that Bucky was pretty sure She couldn’t fake if she tried.

Even with that dead-man-walking, tired, heavy air She seemed to carry with Her all the time lately, there was this something in Her. Emotion. Care. 

The Moon, hidden but turning. She was still working Herself into the dust, and going on all Her business trips, no matter how many times Bucky and Sam tried to talk her out of public appearances. 

“Have you tried to-“

“Yes.” Bucky grunted over lunch, glaring down at his sandwich. “She said no.”

Sam sighed. “She always says no, Buck. You gotta push it-“

“I do push it, when I think she’ll listen. But she won’t.”

“You ain’t gonna know that ‘till you push it-“

“Do you want to push it?” Bucky raised his brows, and Sam grimaced.

“Hell, no.”

“So-“

“Yeah, yeah, I get your point. You know better than good ol’ Sam, who’s basically her brother, and it’s not like we’ve known each other longer or something-“

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

“Is she at least working less?” Sam said, his voice a little softer than before. “I mean, I know she ain’t gonna stop, but Hydra tried to kidnap her and then camped outside her apartment, that’s gotta at least earn her a weekend.”

“She was working less.” Bucky muttered. “Then Miles stopped back in last week, and now it’s all she does.”

Sam made a sour expression, his eyes narrowing at his burger. “He still in town?”

“No.” 

“Good. Fucking dipshit.”

Bucky nodded, but that might be a generous title for Miles. 

He was a hell of a lot more than a dipshit. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to check the cameras or just ask Her to make sure he was wrong. That he wouldn’t have to introduce the man to a crash course of how much a vibranium punch could hurt. How it could—if tested—cleave right through someone’s chest.

And even if he was wrong, Bucky might just do that anyway. 

He’d never seen Her move this little. He’d checked on Her, before he left for Sam’s office, and She’d bene curled up on the couch with Her laptop, loud music blaring from the TV. The only difference when he got back was that the Boy had settled himself near Her feet, and was glaring at Her as she typed away. 

She didn’t even look up when he walked inside and kicked off his shoes.

Bucky grunted Her name, moving to lean over the couch. “You eaten today?”

She hummed, still not looking at him. “Had the sandwich you brought me.”

“It still in you?”

“That’s disgusting, James. I’m not that type of girl.”

He gave Her a flat look, biting the inside of his cheek. This was serious. There was less color in Her face than when he’d left. “You know that’s not what I meant, Butterfly.”

“Do I?”

“Yeah, you do.” Bucky reached over Her to grab her laptop, and she let out the highest, most adorably frantic sound Bucky had ever heard, pulling Her laptop right into her chest.

“Bucky, I’m busy-“

“You’ve been busy all fuckin’ morning-“

“Because I have things to do-“

Bucky grunted Her name, not releasing his grip on the computer. “You promised me a movie.”

She blinked up at him with the doe-eyes, and the heat was settling a little deeper than just his skin. Bucky couldn’t grab Her chin and tip it further. Couldn’t keep Her gaze trapped on his and lean down to kiss her, right until she let out another pretty sound and all that life rushed back into Her features. Until She looked more like a bright, loud bird of paradise again, and less like something aimless and half-dead, floating through the air as if She was a ghost.

If Bucky got to have Her, he’d never let Her look like a ghost. He’d keep Her right at his side, and listen to her all the time, and right now he’d distract Her with teasing kisses all over her face until she was letting out that all-consuming and drug-like giggle, and her grip slackened on Her laptop. Then maybe he’d climb over Her and kiss her into the couch, and She’d relax below him because She’d trust Bucky to take care of Her.

Control was slipping too far out of his reach, because She did trust Bucky to take care of Her. More than anyone else, at least. 

And despite what Sam claimed, he would push it.

He gave a slight tug of the laptop again and raised his brows, and She pouted but released it. 

That shouldn’t make him feel like he was glowing. 

It did.

“You suck.” She mumbled, crossing Her arms over her chest, and Bucky laughed. 

“I’ve heard that before. Last time it was cause I wouldn’t let you drive-“

“I’m a good driver-“

“Sure, Butterfly.”

She stuck Her tongue out at him. Bucky wanted to pull it between his teeth. “So smooth, James-“

“Only for you.”

Bucky didn’t flinch when she slapped his shoulder, and this was the only reason he hadn’t grabbed Her face between his hands and demanded to know what was wrong. In these moments—when it was just them, and She didn’t look lost enough that Bucky was worried he’d touch Her and she’d fall apart—She was herself. Still a little soft and quieter than Bucky would like, but Herself. 

And the movie was fine, but Bucky would probably need to rewatch it later, when She wasn’t there. When She was next to him, paying attention to anything else was impossible. It was exactly what he’d wanted—Her settled deep into the couch, their knees brushing and a million bolts of lightning rushing through his blood whenever She smiled—but if She asked him a single question about what was happening, he wouldn’t be able to answer.

That had been true of most things, lately. When the movie finished and they ate dinner, Bucky had to force himself not to stare at Her lips, in a slightly pucker as she ate a noodle. Her knee was bouncing under the table—that was a good sign—and She’d gotten sauce on Her face he wanted to wipe off with his thumb, but that wasn’t a friend thing.

He was pretty sure.

He wouldn’t wipe sauce off Sam’s face, and he wouldn’t have wiped it off Steve’s face, but Sam would punch him and Steve had never gotten sauce on his face, so-

“Bucky?” She was waving a hand in front of his face, and he blinked at Her. “Sargent Bucky Barnes-“

He caught Her hand—it fit pretty damn well in his—and dragged it down to the table. “What?”

“You were ignoring me-“

“I was thinking.”

She hummed. He was still holding Her hand. “About what?”

Her. Kissing Her. Launching himself over the table and trying to find out how loud he could make Her whine his name, and if She’d give him doe-eyes when he was buried inside of Her and worshipping Her like the strange, alien deity she was-

“James.”

Fuck. Control. “Nothin’.”

She frowned. “Liar. What were you thinking about?“

“Noth-“

“Don’t say nothing.” She snapped. “Or I’ll punch you.”

Bucky snorted. “Alright.”

There was a short silence, and She was glowering at him like she really did want to land that punch. Bucky really needed to teach Her how to do that. If not for his own, rotten, selfish, not-very-friend-like reasons—he’d get to touch Her, and stare at Her, and maybe She’d lean into him or leave a bruise on his skin—so for his fucking sanity. If She was going to keep running that smart, pretty mouth of Her’s—which She was, because She was infuriating and magnetic and loud—Bucky needed to know She could back herself up. 

He shifted that somewhere around in his log, as She kept glaring at him. He needed to make sure She could fight.

Maybe not now, though. Given the death-glare he was getting, later seemed like the best course of action. 

“Are you not going to say anything?”

Bucky shrugged, giving her a small grin. “You said you’d punch me, sweetheart, I’m defending myself.”

“We both know you’d be fine-“

“Do we?”

She scowled, and noodle whacked Bucky right in the face. “I hate you.”

“Yep.” He ate the noodle, and just kept grinning at Her. Jesus, She was pretty. “You wanna hear what Sam said?”

Her nose wrinkled, but She nodded. “Yes, please.”

“Such good manners-“

“Shut up.”

Bucky laughed again, and She wasn’t actually mad at him. Bucky could recognize Her real fury from anywhere. Sometimes he could swear he felt it spike over his bones. Right now She was only an angry cat, biting at his ankles to try and make him play.

He’d like to play with Her. However She let him. On the table, or against the wall, or even in a bed he hadn’t slept in for over eighty years-

Focus.

Friends. They were friends. And She a boyfriend Bucky needed to be watching more carefully, because the mission was keep Her safe, not fuck Her.

He cleared his throat. “He doesn’t know anything. Even said they didn’t have any new leads. It’s just us, Butterfly.”

She hummed, still watching him so carefully. “Just us?”

“Yep.”

“Okay.” She twirled Her fork, the spaghetti moving into that strange pattern she always made. “Good.”

Bucky grunted an agreement, and the heat seems to be living everywhere. He felt a little like a volcano, and one wrong brush of Her bare skin, one word that wasn’t mocking, but sincere, would set him off.

Just us.

He was torturing himself.

Every goddamn second, Bucky was torturing himself. When he got home and he kept wanting to call Her, just to talk. When he’d walk past his empty bedroom, and fail to not glance in to check on Her, when she wasn’t even there. When he read another book She gave him, and tried to figure out why She liked it. 

He really wanted to know what made Her like something. If Bucky could be something She liked enough to be loud and immovable about. 

If She’d ever want to come back to his apartment, now that he had a carpet and blanket and singular painting of a city skyline on his wall. 

She’d like the painting. He’d bought it because She’d like it. 

It was getting a little pathetic, how Bucky was staring to shift everything around in hopes She’d want to rest at his side. 

But it made him better. Everything looked better, and tasted better, and felt better. Just because of Her.

Even silence was better. Just as long as Bucky was sharing it with Her. 

“Do you like blue or purple more?”

Bucky glanced up from his computer—they’d been sitting in the office for damn near two hours without a word, and he’d been alternating between more classes and watching Her work like a creep—and She was looking at him like his answer would be the most important thing in the world. 

“For napkins,” She added, and he blinked at Her.

“What.”

“I’m making final calls about decoration shit,” She waved a hand to Her computer, frowning slightly at the air. “Apparently everyone can figure out catering and speakers by themselves, but napkins need my opinion.”

Bucky was pretty damn sure everything should need Her opinion, but he also knew that if he told Her that, She’d do something stupid like try to plan the whole thing herself. “Uh- Blue.”

She hummed, nodding slowly. “Good.”

“Good?”

“That was what I would’ve said too.” She shrugged, and Bucky raised his brows.

“Were you testing me, Butterfly?”

“I- No-“ She shook Her head, her words almost frantic. “I just don’t think I should be the only person to make the choice.“

“They’re napkins.” Bucky’s voice was flat, and She shook her head.

“They’re expensive napkins.”

“Then get cheaper napkins.”

“I can’t. If I get cheap napkins, all the donors will somehow smell it, and they’ll all be offended we didn’t respect them enough, and we won’t raise enough money to do the prosthetics and vaccine-“

Bucky muttered Her name, and it shouldn’t feel so good that She snapped her mouth shut. “Deep breathes.”

“I am breathing-“

“Not deeply.”

She glared at him, but took a long, slow breath, and Bucky kept talking.

“I know Wakanda. T’challa’s a good man, if you ask him to help you fund some stuff, he’ll do it-“

“But I don’t want a discount-“

“And,” Bucky kept his voice firm, holding Her gaze. “I was joking. I know you wouldn’t test me like that.”

She paused. “You do?”

“Yeah. You’re not exactly subtle when you do test me.”

She sighed, pouting slightly and mumbling under Her breath. “I don’t mean to-“

“I know. ’S alright.” He liked being tested. It gave him something to do. More chances to show Her that he could keep Her safe. More opportunities to get closer to Her, until he’d earned Her trust. “I don’t mind.”

“Oh.” She whispered, Her eyes wide on his, and the Moon was glowing. 

Bucky really wished he could figure out what the hell that meant. 

But She slumped into Her seat with an easy, slow breath, and that was enough.

“Better?”

“Yeah,” She grumbled, shredding at one of the papers on her desk. “Thanks.”

He snorted. “Say it like you mean it, sweetheart-“

“Thank you, Sargent Barnes.” She leaned forward, smiling too sweet and speaking too soft. “I’m never going to be able to make it up to you, and I’d fall apart without you. You saved me-“

“Alright.” He pushed the words through his teeth, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Smart mouth, Butterfly.”

She hummed, the smile on Her face wide and toothy and real, and Bucky never wanted to see anything else on Her face again. 

Once this was sorted out—Hydra and, hopefully, Miles—maybe Bucky would get to see nothing else. Maybe he’d prove himself enough that She’d want to keep him as more than a bodyguard or friend. He couldn’t think of a better place to be.

But for now, they had to sort this out.

She’d given them a damn good reason to be calling with Wakanda. Her schedule was marked yellow for vaccine meeting, and Grace had strict orders not to let anyone bother them. The meeting was so late because of the time difference, and they’d be calling Shuri’s lab to cover all remaining tracks. 

They’d stop being careful once they could be. Once they had something that could only be dealt with via guns and muscle, when Bucky would have to pass himself over to Sam with the information. She’d agreed to that. Promised that, once they had some solid ideas, She’d sit back and let them handle it.

This would, hopefully, be a step towards that. Bucky standing awkwardly over Her as they waited for the meeting to start, Her fingers shredding at paper and her leg bouncing under Her desk. Zemo would have information for them, they’d be closer to being out of this mess—closer to Her being safe—and Bucky could focus on Her. 

“Bucky.” She was tipping Her head back in her seat, frowning up at him, and he nodded for Her to continue. “You ready?”

“Course I’m ready.” He muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. “Nothin’ he can do to me across the ocean.”

She frowned. “Yeah, but-“

Bucky grunted Her name, his hand moving to grab Her by the chin. Keep their eyes connected, so She’d be able to see that he meant every word his was saying. 

It was a stupid move. Little rushes of lightning were shooting up his arm, he was sort of falling into Her beauty, and She wasn’t swatting him away. She should be. Things would be so much easier if She did. 

“Buck?” She whispered—he’d been staring at Her too long—and he coughed. 

“Don’t worry about me,” he muttered, scanning over Her features carefully. She, at least, looked okay. “I’m fine, Butterfly. And they’ll be keepin’ him in line on their end. We’re asking the questions, he’s giving the answers. That’s it.”

She swallowed, Her voice still too soft. “What do I do if he asks me a question?”

“Ignore it.”

“But-“

“Bucky Barnes.” 

Bucky’s gaze shot up to the screen, finding a very amused Shuri looking between Her in the chair, Bucky over Her, and his hand still on Her chin.

She still wasn’t pushing him away.

It felt like he’d been branded on his fingertips, when he let go.

Shuri said Her name with a smile, and She nodded quickly, sitting a little taller.

“Your majesty, it’s an honor-“

“It should not be.” Shuri shrugged, still giving Bucky a shit-eating grin he really didn’t need right now. “If this is an honor, your life sounds quite boring.”

She frowned. “I mean- It kind of is. My life.”

“Ah. Honest.” Shuri grinned at Bucky. “I like her.”

Bucky liked Her too. 

He just grunted, and lowered himself more into the screen. “Good. Shuri, I’m grateful for this, but we’re on a clock-“

“I know. You get an hour, starting when I move your call to his cell. Ayo is with him for immediate action, but we have more of the Dora Milaje on standby if they are needed-“

“They won’t be.” Bucky cut Shuri off with a shake of his head. Zemo was a manipulative shithead, but nothing he said could affect Her and Bucky, and the Dora Milaje weren’t exactly weak-minded women. “Seriously though, Shuri. Thank you.”

Shuri just shrugged. “Do not bother with thanks. You are my friend, and I am bored. I am hoping you’ll have a puzzle for me to solve.”

“We’ll call you if we do.” Bucky gave her a tight nod, and Shuri beamed.

“Lovely, White Wolf. Have fun.”

The screen went dark for a second, and She glance back up. 

“White Wolf?”

Bucky sighed. “I’ll tell you later. You want to do the talking, or-“

“James.” 

He needed to pay more attention to the screen. To drag his gaze away from Her and focus on the actual meeting. 

Maybe then he would have been ready for the chill that rushed his body at that voice. 

He fucking hated that Zemo could still do that to him. It lit some of that useless anger all over his bone and in his gut, made him fists clench and his stomach turn. He’d let go. He was supposed to have let go. Zemo couldn’t hurt him. 

Couldn’t hurt Her.

“Zemo.” He muttered, giving the man a grimacing smile through the camera, and Zemo grinned right back.

“You look healthy. Your hair, it is nice longer. Always was nice longer, though I understand wanting to dodge public attention-“

“Yeah, we’re not here to talk about my hair.” Bucky braced his hands on the back of Her chair. “We’ve got some questions for you. All you gotta do is answer.”

“By we,” Zemo drawled, his gaze falling onto Her, and Bucky’s grip tightened. “I presume you mean the woman between us who you have yet to introduce me to? That is not very polite, James-“

“Thinking I’m going to speak for her isn’t exactly chivalrous either.” Bucky grumbled, and Zemo’s brows raised.

“You are protective of her.”

In and out. Breathe in and out. He couldn’t do the exercise right now, but he had to breathe. 

Zemo wasn’t in his head. He couldn’t be. And Ayo was watching silently in the corner. Everything was fine.

“We’re asking the questions.” She said, before Bucky could respond. “You’re Baron Zemo?”

“I believe I am.” Zemo hummed, and Bucky couldn’t smash the camera to stop him from looking at Her. That would be expensive, and detrimental to the whole process. “Who are you? Forgive me for being curious, but James doesn’t exactly make friends.”

She said Her name, and Bucky didn’t like it. He’d told Her not to answer questions, but he should’ve known better than to think She’d listen. They would’ve had to tell Zemo Her name anyway—Hydra was after Her—but it still made him sick, the way Zemo repeated it back, looking at Her so carefully. Like he was estimating the cost of Her cage. 

“I recognize that name.” Zemo hummed, and Bucky was going to break the fucking chair. It couldn’t be that fucking easy. “I have seen you. On the TV. You had a very familiar face, when Stark presented you. His diamond, found during that horribly named blip.” Zemo tilted his head at Her. “How did you fall into this sort of a company?”

It wasn’t that easy. 

Fuck.

“Bucky’s helping me.” She muttered, Her words slow. She was being careful.

Good.

“He’s my friend.”

“Friend.” Zemo’s eyes glided back to Bucky. “You have been busy, James.”

“You have no idea.” He muttered, before raising his voice back up. “You really don’t recognize her. And don’t lie. It won’t help you.”

Zemo sighed. “I am past helping myself. I know I will be here for the rest of my life, and it is not the worst fate. Wakanda treats their prisoners quite well. I get cable TV. And I have watched you many times.” He nodded to Her. “You are very magnetic. A good speaker. A shame to waste it on a Stark organization.”

She tensed, but Bucky kept pushing. They’d talked about this. They had questions set up, as well as a plan—She’d made questions, and Bucky had decided which ones would be best to ask—and Bucky could do this. Ignore to fury, and how he wanted to wrap around Her and shield her from Zemo’s view. 

They just needed fucking something. 

“You really don’t recognize her from anywhere else.”

Zemo gave Bucky an amused look. “I do not know. Should I?”

“How about old Hydra files.”

“James, I have said this many times. I was never involved with Hydra. Everything I know was released by the Black Widow. It is public knowledge.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “We both know that’s not true.”

“It is not my fault others do not share my curiosity.” Zemo shrugged. “If you are looking for a decryption, I am afraid I do charge-“

“What about numbers?” She cut in with soft words. “Would you recognize those? From the files?”

“I may. Am I permitted to ask why-“

“No.” Bucky grunted, nodding for her to continue, and she started to count off on Her fingers as she listed.

“Twenty-seven, twelve- Um, sixteen, nineteen, eighty-four-“

Zemo cleared his throat. “Nineteen eight-four is the date of Howard Stark’s murder. James, I am surprised you would miss that.”

Fuck. It was.

And that just gave him more fucking questions. 

“How about Project Ouroboros.” He muttered. “You heard of it?”

“Project…” Zemo trailed off, frowning at the air. “Interesting. How did you come across that?”

“Just answer the fucking question.” 

Zemo sighed. “I know of project Ouroboros. A hyper-secretive Hydra project, starting in nineteen nintey-nine. Short-lived. Tragic.”

“How did you hear about it?” Bucky kept his voice even, but the Soldat was starting to scratch at the back of his skull. “Your name was on the files, Zemo, so-“

“My name?” Zemo frowned. “My name should not be on any files.”

“Well, it is. So you need to start talking-“

“My first name?”

Bucky blinked. “What.”

“Was it my family name, James, or my name? My name is Helmut Zemo.”

“Uh,” Bucky glanced to Her, and She shook her head. “Family name.”

“Interesting.”

Bucky frowned. “What-“

“You look to the girl.” Zemo hummed. “For orders.”

Not useful anger. “That isn’t what should be interesting. Why is your family name on the files.”

“Oh, that isn’t interesting.” Zemo waved Bucky off with a sigh. “My father. He was often foolish. Liked to sponsor Hydra projects with what he believed to be potential. Ouroboros went under quite dramatically, as I remember. Only half in association with Hydra, mysterious funding, a gamble that did not seem to pay. And their prize, the Leviathan,” Zemo laughed, and it crawled over Bucky’s skin. “I visited with my father, once. I was interested in the science of it, and some strings were pulled for me to see the lab.”

“I thought you weren’t involved with Hydra,” Bucky muttered, and Zemo shrugged.

“It was unwise to not associate with Hydra, at the time. And I was mostly just curious of this project. A world-eater. The ultimate weapon.” Zemo laughed. “It was just as terrifying as promised. Black eyes.”

She tensed. “Eyes?”

“And glowing, white hair. Like biblical angels and demons all at once, come to bring judgement on us all.”

“So they finished the Leviathan.” Bucky could hear his heartbeat in his ears. “It’s done.”

“Yes. For over two decades. And it was all power. You could feel it, in the room. And that was in its infancy. I imagine now, it would be dreadful. Damning.” Zemo gave Bucky a small smile, his voice dropping to something soft. “You should know this, James.”

Bucky scowled, and the Soldat was banging on his skull. “Really.”

Zemo nodded. “You have met it.”

The Soldat roared in the back of his brain. And in the distance, he could sort of hear Her wrapping it up. Thanking Zemo for his cooperation—of course She would—and thanking Ayo as well. 

He’d never met the Leviathan. 

He didn’t think he had.

He had no memory of it. 

But he didn’t have clear memory of… a lot of things.

Fuck.

“White Wolf.” Ayo said, and Bucky shook himself. Focus. “I hope this was as helpful as you wished it to be.”

“It was.” He muttered, and She gave a small nod in agreement. “Could you ask Shuri to send me anything Wakanda has on Hydra or their science? I can, uh- Write an email-“

“I will pass it on.” Ayo said, Bucky grumbled his thanks, and the screen went dark.

“That didn’t go horribly.” She mumbled, and Bucky grunted. “I mean, that’s something, right?”

“Yeah.” He muttered. It wasn’t enough, though. “I’m thinking the numbers might line up with more missions.”

“Right.” She mumbled, poorly hiding a yawn behind Her hand. “Smart.”

Bucky let out a slow breath. 

The Soldat was still scratching at his head. Zemo had been a cryptic asshole, and if Bucky hadn’t been drowning in his own head, he would’ve pushed for more. More information, more leads, more anything.

They had what they had. And Bucky could deal with the itch of the Soldat himself, later. Pounding at the base of his skull, trying to rip a fog away that Bucky wasn’t even sure was real.

But She was real. Looking up at Bucky with a pretty frown, and looking exhausted again. 

He could deal with that now.

“C’mon.” Bucky started to stand, and She frowned at him.

“Buck-“

“It’s late, Butterfly.”

“You’re up too-“

“I’m a super-solider.”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s so annoying when you pull that card-“

“Yeah, I know. C’mon.”

“But we need to talk about that-“

His jaw clenched. “Tomorrow.”

“Bucky-“

He muttered Her name, holding Her gaze, and grabbing her chin again. 

She definitely should have pushed him away that time.

She still didn’t.

“Please.” He mumbled. He needed to do something. Everything was out of his hands, and a mess, and he fucking hated messes. He was so good at making them. He’d always tried to be good at cleaning them up. 

He wasn’t, though.

And She was tangible. Warm under his hands. Something he could fix. Could do something about.

She had to understand that. Her, of all people, needed to get that the Soldat was bursting and ripping in his head, and he just couldn’t.

She was scanning over him so carefully, and Bucky tried to make his features as open as possible. It wasn’t easy.

But for Her, he’d try. 

“Okay.” She whispered, and Bucky could feel his shoulders slump, the air is his lungs growing less hot in a split second. “Do you wanna eat dinner at my place?”

Bucky gave Her a small grin. He couldn’t think of a single damn thing in the world that would be better. “I’m buying.”

She scoffed, pushing to Her feet. “No, you’re not.”

“Try me, Butterfly-“

“I will.” She gave him a wide smile, falling right into pace at his side. “I’ll kick your ass.”

Not trying to make him talk about it. Or confront it. Just there, and smiling at him.

Caring.

She cared. 

Bucky knew She cared, because She didn’t waver or balk for a second. She let him drive, but stole his phone so he couldn’t buy the food. She glared at the Boy—strange, luminous eyed creature, looking at Bucky like he could see into his brain—when he jumped onto Bucky’s lap, but it was fake. 

Bucky knew when She was being fake. 

This was real. Her knee against his. Her laugh filling the air. 

And Bucky felt better. 

Good.

She was there, and even after the whole day, even with the Soldat, Bucky felt fucking good.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt good.

But he knew, looking at Her in all Her inhuman beauty and exhaustion, he’d never be able to ask to feel anything better than this. 

End Note: The plot. It thickens. The tension. It's going to snap. They both. Need to kiss.

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DAY 1 Frostbite | Steve Rogers (eta. dec 1)

DAY 2 Caroling | Elijah Mikaelson (eta. dec 3)

DAY 3 Cabin Fever | Dean Winchester (eta. dec 5)

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Bent Over

Summary- You may be Bucky’s assistant but your still is pretty wife. When the other board members take a liking to you bucky puts them in their place by showing them exactly who you belong two.

Cw- literally just smut basically, P-in-V, Unprotected, doggystyle, hair pulling, choking kink, Sargent! Authority kink, reader has long hair and wears heels, Afab reader, brief mention of drool, dirt talk, public sex, exhibitionistm kink, dom/sub, Dom!bucky, CEO!bucky, assistant reader, spanking, pet names, brief clit play, bucky fucking you raw over the meeting table with others watch. SLIGHTLY PROOF READ.

A/N this is by far the most….UNHOLY thing I’ve ever written in my 11 years of writing fanfiction and smut so i encourage you to read the content warning above and MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

ENJOY

You've worked for Bucky for hydra company since you were born. You previously worked for your father Alexander Pierce when you turned 14. But when his assistant double crossed him and killed him, that same assistant, James Buchanan Barnes took over the company at 18. At first you hated him having nothing left, not like your father was good. Of course the company should've gone to you..and well it did but at 14 years old it wasn't yours to run. 

You two would bicker and often hand in hand fight regardless of being his assistant. Many year later and many fail assanation attempts on him you married him. You've been James's assistant for 11 years, and you've been married to him for 3. Your bickering had ended in a lust induced fight that led to feeling being expressed at gunpoint then a rough night that left you partially, and deliciously crippled the next morning, which prompted Bucky to make you breakfast in bed and draw you a bath. 

Your work relationship is far different from home. At home he never lets you only want you whether that's wrapping his arms around you for a cuddle or being balls deep in your cunt. 

At work however he's the right amount of distance and so are you. It's become a mutual thing to not let anyone know in the tower that you and the big boss are married. 

You walk into the building holding a tray of coffees and an arm full of files. Your hair up in a ponytail, you wear a black knee high pencil skirt with a fairly loose but classy dark blue blouse, your black stockings paired with the jet black louis vuittons red bottoms bucky bought you last week. 

“I made the coffee run.” you say setting the tray down in the office room. 

Everyone who orders comes scrambling to their order without a thank you as usual. 

“You do a lot around her, don't you miss pierce.” you hear an older man's voice speak and you turn to see one of the board members and the other men on his team behind him. 

“Welcome Mr Cain you are early..i'll have to let mr barnes know.” you say pursing your lips in slight annoyance. 

“Yes well i'm not going to miss a chance at this pretty face now am I?” he says lifting your chin you pull away from him. 

“Excuse Me.” you say before turning back and walking down the hall area. They of course unauthorizedly follow close behind you. You stop at bucky's office doors as the desk girl presses the button allowing the doors to open you step in seeing bucky standing over to the window watching the morning view of the city as he shines up his metal hand, which your father gave him after a coup was sent on him he used bucky as a human shield. 

“Mr barnes. It appears Mr Cain has arrived early.” you says 

“Love the way you say my name sweetheart.” Cain speaks slapping your ass making you jump and wanting you punch the ever living outta him. 

“Hmm.” Bucky hums as he turns to see Mr cain. 

“Are the others here?” he asks you. 

“No sir…they will be arriving at 8. Like you asked.” you say knowing bucky will be pissed off at cain with being early and treating you as such. A small smile forming on your face. 

“You're 15 minutes early Cain. Were you offered coffee or bourbon? " Bucky says. 

“No james-” Cain begins. 

“Good.” Bucky cuts him off. He looks to you and holds out his hands for the files. You walk over to him handing them to your beloved husband. He takes a moment to look through the pages.

“Early Mr Cain but lacking in so many areas, your files aren't in the stock.” he says. 

“I had it transferred digitally.” Cain speaks proudly. Bucky tilts his head to the side slightly and nods a bit before handing the files back to you. You walk to the cabinet and bend down to sort them into the right orders. You hear a crash and a grunt knowing Cain is face down on the table and Bucky is holding him there. 

“Im old school Cain i like the files printed, i also like to be on time, not early, not late…on. Fucking. Time.” bucky huffs cain struggles against the cold black marble desk. 

“Understood?” Bucky asks. 

“Y-yes..sir..” Cain gurgles out. Bucky lets him go and stands up fixing his suit. 

“Good. I'll see you in um….10 minutes. Office room 8. y/n.” bucky says looking at you as you close the files cabinet. 

“Yes sir?” you ask completely unfazed but the situation as Cain picks himself up. 

“Send the maid in to clean up the mess and get room 8 ready for the meeting… also escort Mr Cain out and show twords the room.” he says you nod your heels clicking against the tiled floor as you walk out cain following you. 

—-------

You stand on the side of the door way welcoming the men of the board into the meeting room one by one they all join in and in some way in their own eye fuck you, or get a touch of you in some way. 

They all take their seats and bucky walks in after them. You're about to close the door when he stops you. 

“I'll need you for this one doll.” He says he never calls you his personal nickname at work. 

“S-sir?” you ask 

“Come on love.” he says, taking your hand leading you into the room. He takes a seat at the head of the table as usual and you stand beside him. 

“So I realize that we are gathered here for the section rating. How our router facilities are going and what we are going to do about the one that got taken down. Simply kill the one in charge, the router taken down, and forty the rest." Bucky begins. 

“In the budget.” someone begins. Bucky holds his hand up. 

“The budget is not the problem. The problem is that we have to much money and aren't using it to put more into the structure..but that's not the problem i want to address today no…the harassment and sexualization of my wife is getting out of hand.'' Bucky speaks and stands up pushing his chair back. 

“J-james.” you speak quietly. 

“I don't know what you men think but i think that the only one here who gets to touch her is me…don't you?” bucky speaks undoing his belt, your knees feel of jello and a shiver goes up your spine. 

Bucky pulls you to him and presses his lips to yours deeply he grips a handful of your ass before pushing you back against the table, your back laying against it he pushing up your skirt and rips open the front of your shirt. 

“I think you all need a fuckign lesson about who my assistant is and your gonna sit their like good students and fucking watch.” bucky grunts out as your laced bra is exposed he grips your neck pulling you up to him and gently takes out your ponytail letting your hair fall. 

“What do you think of these dirty old men touching you honey?” he asks you. You bite your lip making a bucky smile knowing what that does to him. 

“Your hands trails down his front to his crotch feeling the bulge already full in his pants straining against the fabric. You pull down the zipper causing him to slip out, you take him in your hand giving his length a few good strokes before he pushes back against the table he moves your panties to the side briefly only to rip them off throwing them in the room. With out warning or prep he enters you roughly you mouth falls open and a moan escapes as he begins to fuck up into you. 

“n-ngh..James.” you gasp out in pleasure. 

“Come on princess, don't hide those pretty sounds from us.” he says a violent blush fills your face but the arousal going on between your legs blurs out any embarrassment. Your husband is fucking you out silly, on the table of the meeting room infront of the entire board and you are loving every second of it. 

“Come on doll you gotta l–let em know who you belong to. You the fuck put tha pretty ring on your finger?” bucky huffs. 

“Y-you did ahh. Fu-fuck.. You did.” you maon out in fragments as he pulls you bra down exposing your tits gripping one and continuing to fuck you his thumb brushing over your hardend bud and the stimulation in you cunt is enough for you cum once. 

“F-fuck james..ah” you grip his hand as your cunt squeezes around his cock. 

“Come on love you cant keep this a secrect you fucking cumming?” he asks, already knowing the answer. 

“Y-y-yes ah..m-more please.” you ask breathlessly. He pulls out of you for a quick moment before turning you on your stomach and taking you from behind. Your nails claw at the table as he pounds into you. 

“Come on honey gotta show em your gorgeous face dont yah.” he pulls you up you back against him his left hand around your neck making your eyes roll back in pleasure and happiness on the dominance he has over you. While his other hand reaches down to your clit rubbing and playing perfectly. 

“Ah! AH” you moan out a broken gasp as your knees merge in over stimulation. 

“Come on… take it like a good girl.” Bucky groans into your ear knowing that the other men can absolutely hear him. 

Your arms reach about your head holding onto bucky as best as you can, your tits bouncing freely, men both looking away and can't take their eyes off the display right in front of them. 

“Come one baby you gonna fucking cum for me again huh?” bucky grunts. 

“Y-yes ah fuck yes.. Please i- i want it so b-bad. Please im your..ah please sargent” you beg. Bucky knowing full well he has you in the palm of his hand now with how cock drunk he's easily gotten you. 

His hold around your neck loosens and he lets you back onto the table pressing his hand onto the small of your back feeling the arch making him groan. 

“Such a good fucking girl for me huh? For everyone here being so fucking obedient.” bucky barks out sending a harsh slap on your ass for you only making  you clench around his cock. Surging pleasure though him. Skin slapping against skin as he fucks you out.

“Fuck.” he huffs. He grips your hair pulling your head back, your drunken expression facing all the men drool dripping as your tongue hangs out. The pleasurable tears stinging the sides of your eyes blurring your vision. 

“I- im gonna c-cum ah- fuck.. Please please ah..” you messily beg. 

“Come on doll cum.” he demands out from you a few more thrusts later he has you cumming for the second time. His thrusts become weaker and sloppy as he curses with a rough few thrusts in you emptying his load into your pussy filling you up. He pushes his hair back as he pulls out of you. Bucky gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before lifting you up against him your fucked you dazed happy expression is glowing for the others in the room. 

“obedience..is taught gentleman respect is earned. Any of you flaccid fucking shit faces touch her again or dare to question my authority with USLESS BOARD MEETINGS… Ill send someone to each and everyone of you and put a bullet or two right between your fucking eyes. Is that Understood?” Bucky speaks. 

“Yes sir.” they all say in broken unison. 

“Get the fuck out.” Bucky says they scramble out gathering their things and falling out the door before it's just the two of you left. You giggle out a tired giggle. 

Bucky tucks himself back into his pants, setting you down gently and brings his chair over. 

“Come here doll. You alright?” he asks you nod looking at him with lust filled eyes. 

A smile fills his face as his thumb brushes against your cheek. He sits you down in his chair. 

He takes off his jacket, placing it around you. “Come on honey imma take you home i don't think you can work today or tomorrow.” he smiles before kissing your lips. 

“W-we should do this again then yeah?” you ask as he picks you up bridal style. 

“Id be happy to fuck you infront of the presedent next week.” he chuckles. Making you laugh.

—-my requests are open—-

[myfictionaldreams]

Kinktober Masterlist 2023 😈

Hello lovely readers, Welcome to my Kinktober 2023! I will be posting every day throughout the spooky month with many different kinks so please enjoy! And also read the tags/warnings before continuing on!

main masterlists // AO3

♥ Day 1: Pegging - Mafia!Stucky ♥ Day 2: Roleplay - Steve Harrington ♥ Day 3: Handjob/Fingering - Joel Miller ♥ Day 4: Authority/Power Difference - Lee Bodecker ♥ Day 5: Sweat - Eddie Munson ♥ Day 6: Dry Hump - James Potter ♥ Day 7: Somnophilia - Winter Soldier ♥ Day 8: Breeding - Joel Miller ♥ Day 9: Size Kink - Ari Levinson ♥ Day 10: Cockwarming - Mafia!Stucky ♥ Day 11: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism - Winter Soldier ♥ Day 12: Orgasm Denial/Delay - Lloyd Hansen ♥ Day 13: Heartbeat - Vampire!Steddie ♥ Day 14: Uniform - Natasha Romanoff ♥ Day 15: Spanking/Flogging - The Marauders ♥ Day 16: Double Penetration in one hole - Mafia!Stucky

♥ Day 17: Hate Sex - Sirius Black ♥ Day 18: Sex Pollen - Bucky Barnes ♥ Day 19: Marking - Remus Lupin ♥ Day 20: Fear Play - Mafia!Stucky ♥ Day 21: Hair Pulling - Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanoff ♥ Day 22: Bondage - The Marauders ♥ Day 23: Deepthroating/Facesitting - Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson ♥ Day 24: Role Reversal (Dom/Sub) - Mafia!Stucky ♥ Day 25: Knives - Natasha Romanoff ♥ Day 26: Overstimulation - Steve Rogers ♥ Day 27: Gloryhole - Nick Fowler ♥ Day 28: Cockbulge - Lee Bodecker ♥ Day 29: Coercion/Blackmail - Dark!Marauders ♥ Day 30: Freeuse - Winter Soldier ♥ Day 31: Religious Play (Priest Kink) - Eddie Munson

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Masterlist

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Hold Me Part 2

Apology Flowers

Helping Hand

My Love Mine All Mine

Endgame

Accident

The Walking Dead:

Daryl Dixon x Female Reader

Cuddle For Warmth

Tree-hugger Part 2 Part 3

House MD:

James Wilson x Female Reader

Blue Or Pink?

Cancer

Loss & Grief

Wedding Bells Or Separations?

Pretty In Pink

Distance

Insecurities

Infertility

Internships & Relationships Part 2

Law & Medicine Part 2

Impossible Choice

Gregory House x Female Reader

Signs & Symptoms Part 2

Petri Dish

Baby Fever

Est-ce Que Je Rougis?

Nightmares

Birthday Girl

Gentle Hands

Daddy's Girl

Interesting

Life & Death

Bedrest & Complicated Cases

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Ink

Snooze

Love Story

Fast Car

Figure You Out Part 2

House of Ashes:

Jason Kolchek x Female Reader

Chemistry

Twilight:

Carlisle Cullen x Female Reader

Diamonds

Piano Keys & Love Letters

Edward Cullen x Female Reader

Daddy's Credit Card (Platonic) Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

Harm

Rosalie Hale x Emmett Cullen x Female Reader

Mouse

The Invisible String

X-Men:

Logan Howlett x Female Reader

Flowers In Bloom

Slice Of Heaven

Ultraviolence Part 2

911:

Evan Buckley x Female Reader

All Those Who Go Unnoticed

Hunger Games:

Coriolanus Snow x Female Reader

My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

Harry Potter:

Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

Honey & Lemon

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

POTS

Obsessive Compulsivity

Emily Prentiss x Female Reader

LOML

Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader

Right Where You Left Me

Vampire Diaries:

Damon Salvatore x Female Reader

First Choice

Jeremy Gilbert x Female Reader

The Scholar & The Hunter

The Last Of Us:

Joel Miller x Female Reader

Gunpowder & Grindstone

Texas Honey

John Wick:

Consequences