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[madi-konrad]

Exciting news, all! One of my projects, a sapphic romantasy novelette called "The Sea" about regret, hope, and memory, is being published this May by Pink Hydra Press!!

On March 1st, Pink Hydra will start a fundraiser to publish three free magazines of queer fiction--all touched by unreality.

If you donate to the fundraiser, you'll get early access to the first five chapters of "The Sea"! You can donate early now:

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[buckyalpine]

18+ af, minors dni. Dub con elements, please ignore if it's not your thing. Back at it with a dark Bucky who has the biggest corruption kink and loves to manipulate the sweet doll across the hall who makes him have the most unholy thoughts. He can't help how badly he craves for her to take care of him, comfort him, all while he pretends he has no idea what's happening with his body after all the abuse from Hydra. His mind is too fried. He's just too innocent with so many big feelings. So many big, thick, achy, leaky feelings-

Oop-

It started off with small things. Patching him up after a rough mission. Making him dinner. Feeding him. Falling asleep in her lap. Seeking her out when he has bad dreams. Calling her mommy when he was especially needy and just wanted to be held. Feel extra close. Around her, he's just a clingy little baby Bucky who loves to nurse from his pretty mommy for comfort.

It's all perfectly innocent. Sometimes after a nightmare. Sometimes before bed. Her nipples are so warm against his tongue, his pink lips sealed around every bit of her peaked bud. Who was she to deny him with the way he cuddled his face into her chest with the quietest "Mommy, please?"

Of course she lets him take her top off, it's nothing sexual, purely to comfort him, his gentle gurgles quickly turning into soft snores within minutes.

She'd always take care of him.

Like now when you were watching tv, lounging in a loose tank top. He splays himself across your lap and you idly play with his hair while he gets comfy, only wearing his boxers. He’s so cute and precious, reaching up to latch onto your breasts, tugging at your top so you'd take it off. He nuzzles his face in, struggling to maintain his facade of just needing to be held, no longer able to ignore the way his cock needed attention too.

You're so used to letting him take what he needs, you don't notice his extra squirming, still focused on your show until he takes your hand to show you where he actually needs you.

"Mommy, it’s hard" he whines while your eyes grow wide. It's always fuckin' hard around you, pretty girl.

He’d never done that before, spreading his thighs further so you could see where he needed you most, blinking up at you innocently while his thick cock pressed against the fabric, rubbing your hand over his bulge.

"B-Baby?"

"Mommy, help" he continues to pout before going back to sucking while shoving your hand down his boxers to his achy erection. You feel your heart beat out of your chest with your hand now wrapped around his velvety shaft, absolutely torn over what to do. It wasn't his fault his body was reacting this way. He was asking the one person he felt safe around to take care of him. He obviously didn't know any better.

God, you felt awful over how frustrated he would have felt not knowing who else to turn to when he was in such a cloudy headspace. You stay frozen until he puts his hand over yours, showing you how to touch him, stroking up and down with just the right pressure.

"S-sometimes I do this by myself" He moans between tugging your nipples between his lips, lifting his hips up to take off his briefs. His balls are heavy between his thighs, full and aching after waiting months for this very moment. "It feels good, is it bad?"

"No sweet boy, it's normal" You coo, giving him exactly what he wants while his body runs hot, his hips rutting up to chase more of your soft hand, "I got you, don't worry, relax Jamie" You pet his hair while stroking his cock, his mouth working between your breasts, lost in his own world. Even now, he looked so innocent, a deep blush on his cheeks while you made him feel good, it was going to take years to help him remember-

"It feels good here mommy" He wraps your hand around his dripping, swollen head, his hips pushing up, eyes nearly rolling back at the way his cock feels in your hand. He knows he's gonna blow-

"R-right there, m'gonna-make a mess" He moans between a shy pout and of course you reassure him you'll clean him right up because he's doing nothing wrong and all of this was perfectly natural. His body was responding to touch exactly the way it had to, he was safe with you-

"MMPHHHH" He cries out as the first stream shoots out, load after load still pouring out of his stiff cock. You wipe him down and he spends the rest of the night cuddled up with soft blankets, hiding his smirk with his face tucked into your neck while you rub his back.

I could stop here but just imagine what happens when he decides to get more bold.

"Do you ever feel like this?" He asks innocently and you nearly squeak in surprise. He waits intently for an answer and you pause before answering, carefully considering your words.

"Um, sometimes baby"

Liar, he thinks. I hear you pretty girl, always playing with that pretty pussy thinking I can't hear you.

"Can I help you?" You swear his voice drops an octave and so does your stomach. It felt so fucking wrong, why were you responding to him like this, he wasn't thinking clearly and you were getting turned on-"Like how you helped me?"

"No! No Jamie, you-you don't have to"

Oh, but he wants to because you're so good to him and it's not fair he doesn't help you too. That's how he manages to get you naked and spread out on his bed, shoving his cock in your pussy.

"M'I doing it right?" He still looks at you with the sweetest lost expression but you can't help but notice there's something darker in his eyes. His whines melt into groans, his pace growing faster. "M'so hard mommy"

"J-Jamie, I-" You're so confused over what to do, moans escaping your lips, your pussy swallowing his cock back in each time he thrusts.

"Tell me to stop mommy" You swear you hear a smirk in his voice, his movements suddenly more calculated, his hips perfectly rolling to hit that spot your fingers can never reach, "Tell Jamie to stop"

"St-Jamie, oh God" You pant, your orgasm barreling towards you and you want to scream stop because something is off but his hands snake between your bodies and he finds your clit- "Please!"

"M'gonna think about this when I touch myself, mommy" He rubs you faster, needing you to cum instead of worrying your pretty head, "Can I? Can I think of you when I make a mess? M'gonna make one now, I-

He couldn't wait for you to tell him why your belly would be getting bigger and bigger over the next few months.

Lord I'm sorry.

[iamthatonefangirl]

sensitive - thunderbolts* bucky barnes

disclaimer: mentions of mental health, lots of talk of insecurities, bucky/hydra yk how it is. a lot of this is very close to home for me, so please read at your own discretion.

this came from this thought i posted about yesterday.

*written before the movie came out, no spoilers ahead*

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fuck, you could do this forever. if this was the only thing you could do for the rest of your life, you would die content. 

you wanted to devour him. 

you had him laid out on your bed, finally reciprocating the princess treatment he always gave you. that’s what you deserved, he would always tell you, only the best for you.

but now it’s your turn to do what you will with him. show him that he deserves princess treatment, even if it makes his face flush pink.  

you slowly peel his clothes off, watching like you’ve never done this before, never seen him undressed for you before. it’s been how many hundreds of times, and yet, you feel like you never get the chance to just look. you decide to take that chance now, knowing you have all the time in the world to just be in this moment, with him.

a much needed moment of reprieve to just be together, just the two of you.

his pants come off first, then his shirt, and you trail your mouth from his neck down to your chest. “such pretty tits, baby,” you say to him, partially teasing him, but you mean it with your entire heart. you leave marks all over, not letting an inch of his chest go unkissed.

“shut up,” he responds, his face going pink, but he loves it. he loves when you call him pretty, loves knowing how much you want him, even when you embarrass him with little comments like those. he soaks up every moment of it, of you on top of him, just worshipping him. 

you gently touch over his soft skin, letting him relax into the feeling; you slowly feel the tension in his body start to slip away. you know well enough by now to know that it means the anxieties in his head are calming, so you take it as a sign to keep going. 

you trail your fingers up to the scarred tissue across his shoulder, a brutal reminder of the tortures he once suffered at the hands of the cruel scientists and power-hungry motherfuckers–

your rage can wait. 

your touch is ever so delicate over his skin, cautious that you don’t hurt him in the process. all you want is to make him feel loved, cared for. teach him to associate this part of him not with what was done to him, but with the love and care you have for even the parts of himself he hates the most. 

you bring your mouth to kiss his shoulder and, of course, he tenses. but this time, it’s not as bad, you realize. it’s more of a surprise than a scare. 

joy always fills your heart when you realize that something you’re doing is working. that he’s learning to trust you, blindly. that he wants to trust you, no hesitations and no questions asked.

you card your other hand through his hair, pressing your lips to his temple before bringing them back to his scars. 

he lets you. his hands come gently to your hips, to ground himself that you’re real, that you’re there with him, that he’s not crazy. to tell himself that he’s not still stuck in hydra’s grasp, and he is most certainly not dreaming of a life he’ll never have.

because you’re real. this is the life he gets to live now, with you. 

you’re his. something real, something soft, something he wants more than anything. so he lets himself feel your skin. your lips on his scars. your hips under his hold. 

once he’s well and relaxed, keening into your touch, you keep going, kissing down his stomach. 

he doesn’t miss anything about hydra. he doesn’t miss anything about being the winter soldier. 

but if he’s honest?

he mourns the loss of the chiseled figure he once had. he wonders if you would love him more like that, pure muscle, perfectly toned. 

and then your words come to his head, reminding him that’s not real. that’s the product of the constant physical strain he was under, the lack of proper nourishment. it’s not real. 

but sometimes, that’s not enough to ease his worries of needing to be better, to be perfect for you. 

you don’t think you’ll ever convince him of how perfect he is, but you’ll spend the rest of your life trying to. 

your hands come to his waist, still not letting an inch of his skin go untouched by your soft lips.

he sighs and his hands come to your hair. “baby, stop,” he whispers. he doesn’t mean it, but he can’t stop himself from the doubts taking over in his mind. 

“what’s wrong?” you inquire. you know what’s wrong, and he gives you that look. you both know–it doesn’t need to be said out loud.

“I love you like this, baby,” you promise him with another kiss to his waist. he shifts uncomfortably. 

it breaks your heart. 

“don’t you like my tummy, baby?” you try, voice soft and sweet, voicing your own insecurities to just show him–

“yeah, but it’s sexy on you, baby,” he argues. you shake your head. fuck that.

“then why can’t I think the same about you, baby?” you try, roaming your hands over his soft skin. 

he huffs. 

“you know I’m right…” you say, punctuating it with another kiss. you keep going, and eventually his hands come to your hair, gently stroking your head and silently showing his acceptance of your affections. it makes your heart soar. 

you wish you could express to this man how much you love him, how much you trust him. there’s not a single thing wrong with him. 

for now, you’ll keep reminding him with your words and your lips, because he deserves it. all of it.

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[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Experiment: Omega | Bucky Barnes x Reader | Drabble - 788 words

You escape the HYDRA facility that created you just to be chased through the night. A mysterious Alpha finds you hiding but is he your salvation? Or your ruin?

Warnings: 18+ because HYDRA, reference to experimentation, omegaverse dynamics. If you think you've read this before, no you haven't (yes you probably have this is a repost)

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes

The wind howled around you and the rain lashed against your face like a thousand pin pricks. Every branch you ran past seemed to grab and tear at you, your already ragged clothes shredding from your frame with each frightened stride into the darkness of the woods. 

Behind you, you could hear the baying of the dogs and the tell tale crack of trees and roots as the Jeeps mobilised. 

All you needed was a chance, a place to hide. You stopped. Taking in as much of the landscape as you could through the gloom of the trees and the water dripping into your eyes. Perhaps there was a fallen tree or hollow you could hide in? Either way you’d need to keep moving, the shouts of the guards calling your name grew ever closer.

Your heart thumped wildly in your ears, your vision blurred and then, suddenly. The rain stopped, the howling stopped, and you were being dragged backwards. Your bare feet slid in the mud and then hit dry rock, your toes barked against the rough surface and you yelped in pain until you came to a stop. A large palm covered your mouth, the thumb hooked over your nose, while your assailant’s left arm remained wrapped around your waist solid and cold.

“Be quiet.” He hissed behind you, his voice gravelly. 

You attempted to speak, to ask who he was, but he only pressed his hand down harder. 

“If you know what’s good for you — be quiet.” 

He was careful to keep his voice low, so that his words wouldn’t echo as they filtered into the back of the cave. He moved you both so that you were against the wall, away from any line of sight should your captors come looking, and you noticed that his left hand was nothing like the right. Instead of skin he had layers of silver metal, over laid like scales in some places, and shifting with his own movements like muscles beneath the skin. 

Outside of the cave voices rose and fell, trailing away until all you could hear was the rain and the wind and the sound of your heart beat. 

The man let you go, and you felt cold without his body heat behind you, but now you could spin and face him. He was tall, leaning slightly to one side with the weight of the metal plates that seemed to reach up under a thick, black leather jacket that stretched over his broad shoulders and chest. Dark tendrils of hair crept over his forehead and cheeks, and a black mask that covered the lower half of his face. Above it his eyes were strikingly blue, handsome even, despite his dishevelled appearance.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and cupped your face gently, rubbing his thumb over the delicate round of your cheek and with the other pulled down his mask to reveal stubbled cheeks and full pink lips. “I’m sorry that I had to be rough, they can’t catch us here.” He whispered.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be quiet, I don’t want to go back.” You said, firmly. 

But the man was distracted, bending down to rub his nose where your neck met your shoulder, “so they did it then.” His voice was a deep growl, “you’re an omega.” You felt his teeth graze your skin and a shudder of pleasure and pain rippled down your spine. 

“Yes, but I don’t know why. They’ve never brought anyone for me to be mated with.”

Something deep inside of you preened as the man kissed up your neck and nuzzled behind your ear, pressing himself against you, a feeling that you’d desired since they’d finished their last round of experiments on you. You should have pushed him away, but it felt so good, so right to be held like this and you’d been so cold and so alone in your cell. Your body called out to his, dipping and bending, allowing him to manhandle you. 

“What’s your name?” He asked, backing you against the cold wall of the cave. Outside the rain subsided slightly, electricity filling the air. 

“I don’t remember, they just call me, Omega.” A flash of lightning cut through the cave, casting the man into silhouette, the cut of his cheekbones and the breadth of his body in stark relief. 

He hummed in answer, both hands now feeling the dip of your waist and the fullness of your hips and thighs before lifting you with ease and holding you against the cave wall with his hips. 

“What should I call you?” You asked, thunder rumbling outside. 

The man pulled back slightly, an animalistic glint in his blue grey eyes. “You can call me, Alpha.” 

[pome-seed]

The Soldier's Keeper ★ 34

Pairing: Winter Soldier!Bucky x Doctor!Reader

Summary: They found Bucky, and now you were on your way to Berlin. But just like your worst fears, you realize you might not get to him in time. Before someone else does.

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: Flashback to Winter Soldier days. Mention of torture. Violence.

Song Rec: Kolniour by Jonsi (play when you see **)

Authors Note: Thank you guys for always messaging me and commenting. I love the interactions. The flashbacks are per @justachillgirllui request. Thank you for that! I'll probably write more from your req soon. ALSO, if you want to be apart of the taglist, let me know :)

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“What’s he like?” Steve asked you that night.

He stared at you with this timid look, like he was afraid to know the answer. Not because you might say something bad, but because his own question only confirmed how far he’s drifted. He didn’t know Bucky anymore. He didn’t know the man who was once his family.

“He’s kind.” You whispered, your voice soft. “He’s stubborn, but kind. He’s still good, Steve. That good never died.”

Steve’s head drooped, a bitter-sweet smile graced his lips. “Yeah? He-” he huffed. “I knew…I knew he was still there.”

You shifted, chewing at your lip. “He told me about you.” You blurted, feeling the need to comfort him. “He didn’t talk about that part of his past much, but he told me about you.”

“He did?” Steve perked up, those blue eyes almost sparkling. 

“Yeah,” your lips curled in a timid smile. “He did. He told me about Coney Island- the hot dog stand, and the cyclone.”

Steve burst into a shocked flutter of laughter, his fists balling in his lap. “Yeah- Yeah, that sounds like him.” For a moment you could see the images flashing, like old film flickering between blinks, gone before he could grasp it. 

“He missed you, I think.” 

He looked up at you again, eyes glossed with unshed tears. His pink lips pressed together tightly, trying to control himself.

“He’d never say it, but-” you nodded. “I could see it. Whenever he talked about you, he got this look. I think he misses a lot, that time, who he was, but mostly you.”

Steve nodded slowly, pressing his knuckles to his eyes. “Yeah,” he huffed. “Me too.”

You wondered, for a moment, who they used to be together. You would never know their lives before the serum, before the ice, before time became their enemy. 

You could imagine it. Two kids in Brooklyn, fighting against the odds, against the looming horror of the world around them. A family born of a bond forged through fire and blood. 

You wondered who they’d be now, if things were different.

“A b*mb hidden in a news van ripped through the UN building in Vienna. More than 70 people have been injured. At least 12 are dead, including Wakanda's King T'Chaka. Officials have released a video of a suspect... who they have identified as James Buchanan Barnes... the Winter Soldier. The infamous HYDRA agent, linked to numerous acts of terrorism and political assassinations…”

The feeling that hit you as the news anchor went on was indescribable. Like a fist had wrapped around your ribs in a crushing grip, like threads had been sewn through your chest only to be pulled tighter and tighter. 

You physically clutched your chest, feeling the staggering rise and fall of your lungs expanding. Your bulging gaze bore into the pixelated photograph of Bucky’s blurry face. 

Vision, who you’d met days ago, was now at your side, his crimson hands steadying you. “Are you alright?”

The words scattered like smoke, fizzling into the nothingness that suffocated you. 

He didn’t do this. 

He wouldn’t do this. 

Not the Bucky you knew.

A different type of fear gripped you now. If it wasn’t your Bucky, it was him, and those people had found him. They found him, hadn’t they? They said those words, carving out the terrified creature they spent decades building. 

You had to squeeze your eyes shut, forcing yourself to look away from the video clip that replayed on the screen. 

If Bucky did this, then he’d lost. They got their precious pet back. The screams you fought so hard to bury in your darkest memories scraped their way into your ears. Into your psyche. Burning and tearing at the calm you tried so hard to cling to.

The image of Bucky’s- the Soldier’s- body seizing up and writhing in agony as they destroyed his brain. The smell of chemicals and blood. The sight of tears dripping along his jaw. 

If Bucky did this, the Bucky you knew was gone. They’d wiped him clean. 

So for once in your life, you refused to accept what was right in front of you.

The flight to Berlin was a limbo of anxiety. 

When you took a moment to see past your narrow sighted fear about Bucky, you noticed how quickly the fate of the Avengers was crumbling around you. Natasha and Tony spent almost every waking moment arguing, picking through a thick stack of papers that you came to know as the Sokovia Accords. 

You had been out of the loop for so long, that it took some adjusting for you to get what was on the table. 

The Avengers were powerful, in more ways than they knew. They were strong and fierce and fought for the good of the people. But their strength only bred further chaos.

A caged animal would claw and tear and snarl at every barrier in its path.

But a free animal, one that knew no bound, would mark and claim and destroy anything in their path, if their will demanded. 

You could see both sides of the debate, as it played out before you. Without rules, without consequences, what made the Avengers any different than those they fought? Were they just powerful people fighting according to their own agendas?

The one thing that balanced society was that no one was above the law. Or at least, it was supposed to be that way.

For you though, you always thought that people with the greater ability to handle terrifying matters should be the ones in charge of such. The confirmation of aliens and other worlds and other immense horrors only made you more sure of that. 

There were people out there capable of saving lives. Why stop that? But politics was politics. You were a doctor for a reason. You didn’t want to worry about such technical things. You just wanted to help people. 

But here you were, clinging to your seat as the jet hit the tarmac, trembling over the fate of the world.

Out of everyone involved in the current political and violent uproar, you were the least important when it came to keeping informed.

You had literally no idea what was happening. 

Straight off the plane, you, Natasha, and Tony, were taken to a large facility manned with gunmen. You almost couldn’t take it. It was too familiar. Too close to what was. 

You were led through halls that felt like a stretching tunnel system, until you found a large glass conference room. Before you could get a word out, agents in black gently escorted you away from your companions. 

It seemed that your affiliation with Bucky made you a liability. Or at least, you gathered as much when you were told to sit and wait for someone to begin your questioning. 

You couldn’t say you were shocked. You’d been in hiding with a serial assassin for over a year, only popping up right before the king of Wakanda is murdered. It was a bad look. But you just couldn’t focus on that. You couldn’t focus on your imposing criminal charges, or how suspicious they might find you.

All you could think about was what was happening to Bucky. 

They were going to take him, dead or alive. It didn’t matter. 

They were going to lock him away. They were going to kill him. 

You couldn’t bear it. Outside your glass cage, you watched soldiers and political agents fretting about computers, flickering through body camera footage. You couldn’t make sense of it. 

How could this be happening? After everything the world had thrown at you both, why this? Why were you forced to bear this weight?

Through your haze, you could see Natasha sternly speaking with a man in uniform outside the door. Their voices floated through the glass walls, but you couldn’t piece together their words. 

Natasha pushed past him and into the room. “How ‘re you doing?”

You went stiff, your scabbed hands shaking in your lap. “What’s going on?” You tried to steady your voice. 

Natasha slid smoothly into a chair close by. “Tony’s explaining your situation now. You’ll be cleared soon, don’t worry.”

You blinked at her, confusion sweeping through you at how easily they handled things. “What do you mean?”

“You’re not going to prison, Y/n,” she offered with a smile and a lifted brow.

“And Bucky?”

She sighed quietly, her gaze floating out to find Tony, who was on the phone. “That’s a bit more complicated.”

“He didn’t do this- not him.” You whispered, staring down at your shaking leg. “He didn’t.”

“It doesn’t matter now.” Natasha muttered. “Steve ’s rocked the boat, and he rocked it hard. It’s gonna take a lotta work to fix this shit.” She chuckled to herself dryly, pinching the bridge of her nose. She seemed to be thinking of something you couldn’t see. 

Something that wasn’t for you. 

“Have they found them?” You gulped.

Nat glanced back up at Tony and the agents outside the glass room. “Looks like it,” she stood. Your gaze followed hers to the many monitors and screens displaying footage of heavy duty vehicles rolling through the city. 

You shot to your feet, swaying a bit as you caught yourself. 

He’s in there.

They found him.

“Natasha-” You blurted, catching the woman in the doorway. “They won’t hurt him, right?” You kept your eyes on the armed truck as it flashed across the news. 

Natasha’s short moment of silence made you turn. “You should try not to work yourself up. It’s gonna be a long night.”

The glass door softly swung shut.

A sickness sunk through the pit of your stomach and spread in your veins. 

You couldn’t protect him from this. You couldn’t save him.

You always knew this. 

But God, why couldn’t you ever save the people you wanted to?

Bucky blinked, every flutter of his lashes heavy with the weight of exhaustion. His absent gaze swept over the cold, sterile environment around him. 

“Soldat, lay back.” A sharp voice commanded him. 

His body fell back onto the table without a fight. Tinted lights bore over him, exposing his naked flesh. He shivered as he felt the needle slide into his vein. 

After every mission, there was an in depth physical, tracking his vitals and mobility. His breath shuddered out in a cloud before him, puffing and floating. He tried to track what looked like smoke as it disappeared before him. 

His head lolled to the side, avoiding the staggering lights that blinded him. His eyes rolled shut. For a moment he thought he could fall asleep on that table, as the nurse examined his bionic arm. He could let the darkness take him, sweep him into the nothingness.

Like the calming force of the ocean, dragging his body through waves of salty ice. 

He was familiar with ice. Even now, as his body trembled from the freezing cold that seeped through the cement walls. He tried to picture the sun, tried to pretend the blinding light above him was the warm light of summer. 

He tried to remember warmth. He tried to remember the last time he was outside, free to roam. He tried to remember himself.

He was sure he was someone once. He was sure there was a before. Before the physicals, the needles, the pains, the death. There had to be.

He was young once, wasn’t he? 

Or was he truly just a weapon, built in a lab from spare parts?

A hand gently smacked his cheek, startling him awake. The older woman standing over him flicked a flashlight between his pupils. “Not yet, Soldat. You can’t sleep yet.”

His lips parted on words that wouldn’t come. He panted softly, shivering and numb as he was examined. 

Sleep wouldn’t come for him yet. 

But he was just so tired.

Steve shuffled into the glass room with an air of tense silence, Sam trailing behind him. You watched with a sense of dread building in your gut as they moved. 

They saw you and said nothing. 

“What-What’s happening? Where is he?” You tried to stand, but your weak legs trembled beneath you. 

Steve avoided your gaze, shame burning beneath his skin. 

Sam turned to you, helping you to sit down. “He’s downstairs,” he moved into the chair beside you. “He’s being psychologically evaluated.”

“Evaluated?” You frown, turning to look at Steve. “What for? They’re just-” you curled a fist in your hair. “They’re just gonna lock him up anyways.” You followed Steve’s stormy gaze to the monitors outside of the glass room. To the many images displaying Bucky, locked in a container.

A metal crate. A cage. Like an animal. 

You stifled a wrecked sob, your knuckles pressing your lips closed. 

You couldn’t handle it. The sight of him, his face, his arms bolted down, the armed guards. You couldn’t do it. 

You were struck by the sight of him alone. Blurry through unshed tears, but there. Alive. In the same building as you. So close, yet so out of reach. And there he sat, like a vicious animal, locked up.

You couldn’t imagine what he was thinking. What he felt. You thought of the day you guided him through a panic attack. You remembered the wild look in his eye, terrified and ready to fight. But now he just looked so defeated. So helpless. 

He thought he deserved this. 

Your stomach turned.

The glass door behind you swung open and a blonde woman strode in, handing Sam the receipts for his and Steve's suit. 

“Bird costume, really?” Sam huffed.

“I didn’t write it,” she rolled her eyes.

Steve glanced back at her. They shared a look. The woman's thin finger slipped onto a console in the center of the table and pressed a button. 

The TV in the corner of the room beeped, then an accented voice began speaking. “I’m not here to judge you…” You flinched, staring up at the screen. You saw Bucky, from a small camera built into his containment unit. “I just want to ask you a few questions.” A man with an accent spoke in a calm, patient voice.

“Do you know where you are, James?” Bucky was silent. “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me, James.”

“My name is Bucky.” His voice came out a rough whisper. He spoke with a gentle shame, like he could only form the words to detest his birth name, and prove who he is.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him as the questioning continued. Steve picked up the case file of the bombing and began sifting through the pictures. You refused to look at the pixelated photo that resembled Bucky.

“Why would the task force release this photo to begin with?”

“Get the word out, involve as many eyes as we can.” Sharon offered.

“Right. It’s a good way to flush a guy outta hiding.” Steve replied thoughtfully. “Set off a bomb, get your picture taken. Get seven billion people looking for the Winter Soldier.

“You’re saying someone framed him to find him.” Sharon muttered quietly. 

You shifted in your seat, looking between the blondes. It made sense. It made perfect sense. This is what you were scared of.

“Steve, we looked for the guy for two years and found nothing.” Sam sighed. You glanced at the man, your jaw clenched.

“That was different,” you whispered.

“We didn’t bomb the UN. That turns a lotta heads,” Steve lifted a brow.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t guarantee that whoever framed him would get him, it guarantees that we would…” Sharon trailed off, her eyes shifting to Steve in a sceptical way.

All eyes turned to the TV now. Something cold crawled beneath your skin. Something cold and simmering and familiar. Something that felt a lot like dread.

“Tell me Bucky, you’ve seen a great deal haven’t you?” The doctor offered, his muted voice quietly floating back to your ears.

“...I don’t wanna talk about it…” Bucky whispered.

“You feel that if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop?” The doctor turned to something on his table. “Don’t worry, we only have to talk about one…”

“Steve, this isn’t right-” You shakily rose from your chair. “This-”

The room went black. All lights and screens flickered to darkness. A red glow emitted from the emergency generated lights. 

Outside the glass room, chaos erupted. Men with guns began filtering into the hall. The air left you as your frantic eyes found Sharon.

“Sub level five, east wing,” she urgently explained. 

Steve and Sam shot out of the room in a flurry. You wavered, but Sharon caught you, holding you steady. “What’s happening?” You gasped. 

“I don’t know- but someones going through a whole lot of trouble to get to Bucky.” She helped you lean against the table. “I have to go, stay here.”

You couldn’t move as Sharon left you. You couldn’t move as the horrific thoughts filled your head. What was happening? 

The glass door swung open, Natasha popped her head inside. “Time to go, c’mon.” 

“What?” You staggered forward. “Where? What’s-”

“We don’t have time, you need to move with the evacuation. You’ll be safe with these agents, but you have to move.” She gently took your arm and led you out. 

“You’re going after him, aren’t you? He’s gotten out- he- the Winter Soldier,” you heaved, stumbling after Natasha. “You’re gonna kill him-”

“We aren’t going to kill anyone, Y/n- look at me.” Natasha gripped your shoulders. “I know you’re scared, but I need you to focus. Go with the evacuation. Let us handle this.”

Tony swept past the two of you, and without a word- only a firm look- Natasha left you with the crowd. 

The evacuation was hectic, dozens of agents and workers fleeing the building in a rush. You were swayed with the crowd, stumbling through men and women in suits. People were screaming.

Or maybe that was just the voices in your head, begging you to go, to find him. 

You stumbled outside, your thigh burning. You couldn’t catch your breath. It was the fear, you knew that, but you couldn't breathe. You never used to be so afraid. So constantly edging on anxiety. You used to be in control.

You couldn’t control anything now. You were helpless. 

“Y/n?” A voice called to you from afar. You spun on your heel, finding Sam. 

“Sam?” You gasped. “Sam- where- what happened?” You grasped his arm tightly as he clutched your shoulder 

His expression soured, then his gaze shifted to the crowd. “The doctor, it was him. He flipped the switch.”

You bit back the dry sob that wanted to escape. He did it. He said those words. He shattered the fragile wall Bucky spent so long building back up. And he ripped free something else. Something darker. Something tortured.

“Let me come with you,” you blurted. You hadn’t even realized you said the words until Sam gave you a funny look. “I can-”

“You’re staying far away from this.” Sam interjected. “You’re barely on your feet. You’re not coming.” 

“I can’t just-” You dug your hands into your hair, yanking at the strands. “Sam- I can’t leave him.”

Sam’s lips pulled into a soft frown. “You have to.”

You knew he was right. You weren’t a soldier. You weren’t an Avenger. What good could you bring? But you knew that you couldn’t turn away. You couldn’t just catch a plane back to the compound and wait it out. You wouldn’t leave him. “No, I don’t. I won’t.”

Sam steadied you with a pained look, but sighed. “You’re killing me, here.” He grimaced. He rubbed a hand down his face. “Head to the airport, we have backup coming and need someone to meet them there.”

*The old blue beetle stunk of aged leather and motor oil. The engine popped and rattled as Steve swung it into the parking garage. The normally packed garage was now empty, save for a few vehicles spotting the area. 

Bucky could only assume the airport was being evacuated. Most places were. Berlin had become grounds for the manhunt to find him. 

But he couldn’t focus on that. He could barely sit still. 

He’d become the Winter Soldier again, just like that. That man made it seem so easy, to pick him apart and reduce him to nothing but an obedient soldier. 

He’d hurt people. People were dead. And it was all his fault. 

The beetle made a screeching sound as it came to a halt, its old motor dying out. Steve and Sam climbed out, meeting a handful of others Bucky didn’t know. He didn’t move. Their voices carried against cement. Bucky stared down at his bionic fist, glaring at the shifting plates. 

“Thanks for having my back,” he heard Steve say. 

He slowly climbed out of the vehicle, rounding it to lean on the trunk as he waited.

“It was time to get off my ass.” A woman with red hair he didn’t recognize said.

“How about our other recruit?” Steve turned to Clint.

“He’s rarin’ to go. Had to put a little coffee in him,” Clint stepped back and yanked the van door open. “But, he should be good.” 

A man groaned from inside, then crawled out. “What time zone is this?” Scott squinted at the light, approaching Steve with awe.

Clint turned back to the van. He reached an arm inside, his voice low as he whispered a quick, “Watch your head.”

Bucky glanced up, like it was an afterthought. 

But then he saw it. 

Your head dipped under the van door as Clint helped you out, steadying you once you stood. 

Bucky’s breath hitched in his chest, the air around him stagnant and thin. He stumbled forward, his blue eyes wide and searching.

And then you saw him. 

Your eyes met. 

You released a sound resembling a sob. Maybe a cry. Maybe relief. 

The voices around you faded to static. The world slowed. 

Bucky’s body went rigid, like maybe this wasn’t real. Maybe it was a trick of his warped mind. Maybe it was a trick of the light, and if he moved too quickly, you might fade away.

Maybe he’d blink and none of it would be real.

But then you moved. 

You staggered forward on your bad leg, swift and unblinking as you closed the distance.

“Oh my god-” You wept, throwing yourself at him. Trembling arms wound around his back and yanked him close. Your face pressed to his shoulder as you sucked in a violent breath.

Bucky made a choked sound when you collapsed into his arms. He only moved once he felt your warmth seep through his clothes, your breath puffing against his chest through his clothes.

Then, like a thread snapping, his weight sagged into you.

He curled his flesh palm around your nape, pressing you close. His metal arm slithered around your waist, tight and unyielding. He  buried his nose in your hair. He could smell your shampoo. 

You were real.

He let out a trembling breath, his grip growing tighter. He clung to you, cradling you close to his body in a way he hadn’t in decades. You curled your fingers in his shirt, stretching the worn threads. “I thought-” He whispered, his voice rough against your crown. “I thought you-” He couldn't finish the thought.

You trembled in his arms, your fingers curling in his shirt and hair, threads and strands tugged gently in your fist. You felt the stuttering rise and fall of Bucky’s chest against yours. His heart beat. 

He’s alive.

“I almost was,” you whispered, pulling back just enough to look at him, still close enough to feel his breath. One hand, shaken with tremors, curled around his jaw, softly brushing his cheek. “I almost- They picked me up again…” You stared widely at the man who was once your safety. “I’m so sorry,” Your voice wavered.

Bucky just stared at you, his weighted left arm curling tighter around you. He watched the way your gaze flickered over his face, and the way your lips formed your frantic words. Your shoulders rose and fell subtly with each breath. You looked different. You looked sunken in, tired. You looked like you.

He felt the urge to cradle your face in his hands and touch his forehead to yours. To feel your breath on his skin. 

You were so close, but in that moment it wasn’t close enough.

“I thought they-” You pressed your mouth in a line, forcing yourself to swallow your words. “Oh, Bucky-” you blinked back the tears blurring your vision. The calloused fingers on the back of your neck dragged forward. His warm thumb swept along your cheek, brushing away unshed tears.

You took a moment to stare at him now, closer than you felt you’d ever been. He looked so different, yet unchanged. 

His long hair looked tousled and unkept. His blue eyes looked bright and tortured, shadowed by his pinched brow. His blushed lips parted on words he could never get out. His stubble had grown in, you could feel the rough drag of it beneath your palm. 

You noticed the red henley.

When Bucky didn’t respond, your expression relaxed, your lips quirked up. “You’re wearing my shirt.” You muttered, your gaze flickering down to the red henley.

He released a quick breath. You felt it fan across your cheek. His strong hands loosened, slowly releasing you. “Technically, It’s mine,” his voice was rough, but quiet.

“Technically.” You swallowed, sliding a step back. 

“Besides, I think I’ve ruined it.” He shifted his prosthetic arm towards you, showcasing the burnt black bullet holes in the sleeve.

You bit back a smile. “Dick.”

He huffed out an ill timed laugh.

A loud speaker overhead blared an alarm, a voice speaking German followed. You flinched as the sound travelled, echoing through the garage. Bucky’s hand settled on your waist. 

“They’re evacuating the airport.” He swallowed, looking back to the others, who you now realized were watching you. You flushed in embarrassment at your emotional outburst. You slowly released Bucky. 

“Stark?” Sam glanced back at Steve. The man you met in the van, Scott, echoed the word.

And then reality came crashing down on you in one heavy swoop.

“Suit up.” Steve commanded, already moving into the beetle's truck to fetch his shield. 

Your wide eyes found Bucky again. “What’s happening?” 

Those tragic blues swept over your face. “I have to go.” Those whispered words felt like another ending, wedged right into their newest beginning. 

“What?”

“There’s-” he swallowed, like he was still piecing together his mind after coming out of the controlled mind space. “There’s more Winter Soldier’s.” You gaped at him. “In Siberia.”

“Siberia? Where you were kept?” 

He nodded, glancing up to see everyone moving to start changing. “The doctor from the compound is going after them. We have to stop him.” His voice was low, barely a whisper.

“You’re going to Siberia?” You took a second to catch up. You were beyond overwhelmed. 

Steve stepped close to you, holding out a folded tactical uniform to Bucky. “We need to go, Buck.” His voice edged on awkward guilt. 

You pulled back, giving Bucky space to take the gear. You couldn’t stop this. No matter how much you wanted to. And besides, if there was anyone who was going to get this done, it was Bucky. 

Bucky took the suit, then turned back to you. “You need to get out of here.” His tone shifted to something familiar, something like the voice you heard through the radio months ago. 

“He’s right, if Tony’s here, we aren’t leaving here without a fight. Take a car and get away from the airport, understand?” Steve said gently, with that firm but kind set of his brow.

You swallowed as a set of keys were pushed into your hand. “Okay…” you whispered, the keys making a soft sound as you shook. 

To your shock, Bucky slid his palms around your face and lifted your jaw to look at him. “Be careful.” He urged, his cold metal fist soft on your skin. 

“Back at you,” you whispered, gently petting his knuckles before pulling away. “I’ll see you after this, okay?”

It felt too soon. Too quick. You had two seconds to feel him breathe beneath your hands, and now he was slipping away again. And he was leaving, charging towards danger in a way you weren’t used to. You just wanted to keep him safe.

His jaw clenched, the muscles fluttering in his cheek. He nodded firmly.

 But somehow, even as he agreed, you worried even he didn't believe it.

A/N: I am starting to regret not squishing a bunch of the earlier chapters into one to make them longer... ugh... whatever :) Hope you guys enjoyed. I also hope ya'll played the song for the reunion portion....

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One-Shots

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Last updated 03/09/2025

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Black - @jamesbuchananxsteviegrant

Reader Has To Safeword

For As Long As You Need Me - @whatthetumblfck

A recent mission turns out some unexpected results, and you end up a little (a lot) worse for wear.

Daydreamer - @imtryingbuck

Bucky marries Y/n to create an alliance between their families and kingdoms, their marriage isn’t one of love but Bucky soon finds himself falling for her.

To Mend a Soldier - @vunblr

Pressed by a worried Sam, Bucky reluctantly agrees to try an alternative -and, if you ask him, weird- therapy program: rent-a-mom. What starts as an obligation soon turns into something far more meaningful than he ever expected.

scary? my god, you're divine - @sinner-as-saint

Your marriage to Bucky Barnes was crucial in stopping the rivalry that had been getting rather violent recently between the two families. You agreed to it. But there was one little problem. Although people knew of Bucky as being a ruthless, fiercely loyal, and feared hitman, no one had ever seen his face. In the rare occasions when he’d been seen out during assignments, it was rumoured that he always wore some sort of mask which covered most of his face. So you ended up marrying a man, and had no idea what he looked like. But surely that wouldn’t be an issue. It’s not like his one touch would get you addicted. Who cared what he looked like? It’s not like you could grow to love someone like him anyway… right?

yours to hurt, yours to love - @purple-babygirl

They had a deal. She would surrender her control; he would take it. Love had no place in such a relationship, did it?

Come Find Me - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

You get left behind on a mission, and Bucky goes to save you.

★blurred lines - @ellemj

When choosing a female agent to send back in time to gain young Sergeant Barnes's trust, everyone's in agreement that it should be Sharon. Until Bucky, the man that you barely get along with, speaks up and lets everyone know that it could only be you.

Shared desires - @veltana

You and Bucky decide to explore something new with Steve.

The Push and the Pull - @delaber

There’s nothing Bucky wants more than to be with you - and for that reason alone, he has to break both your hearts.

Little Bookworm - @heytheredelulu

Your boyfriend can’t think of anything more adorable than watching you read. One night while you’re in the shower he picks up the book you left on the nightstand: “Haunting Adeline by H.D. Carlton” and thumbs through it, very quickly realizing just what kind of books his sweet little bookworm is really into.

Anywhere Away With You - @thevillainswhore

Old ghosts from your past threaten to disturb the peace you’ve made with your new life. Will temptation steer you away?

★The Ties That Bind Us - @thevillainswhore

Even though Bucky is your ex-husband, you still have to see him often because of your shared son. But the heated tension, the spark that is still very much alive after your divorce, finally reaches its peak when you come home from your date.

Warrior/Worrier - @delaber

After a mission gone awry, Bucky finds himself on your doorstep in the middle of the night.

Pink in the Night - @d0wnb4df0rf1cm3n

Some interesting rumours have been circling around about Bucky. Little do you know, it's kinda your fault.

Love Hurts - @urdepressedslut

You and Bucky get into a heated argument, things are said and done and now he won’t speak to you. You don’t think you can handle him ignoring your existence.

in losing grip, on sinking ships (you showed up just in time) - @mellowsaturns

When the Avengers pick up unusual activity, they realize that not all of Hydra was destroyed. One unidentifiable face sends the team into a frenzy but Bucky knows it. He could recognize those eyes anywhere.

I Hate You - @ellemj

After ending up on SHIELD's radar, you're moved into the tower against your will. Of course, you can't stand the one man that you have the most in common with.

One More Night - @marvelouslizzie

You and Bucky Barnes are fuck buddies for a while. The problem is you have feelings for him but you don't think he reciprocates and it just makes it impossible to continue your relationship. Little did you know how much he wants you and how hard he's trying to keep it casual.

The Things We Carry With Us - @pellucid-constellations

You were injured on a mission and didn’t tell anyone, leaving your already rocky relationship with Bucky crumbling. Was it really hate he harbored for you, or was it something else? 

Control - @bucky-bucket-barnes

John Walker makes the dire mistake of messing with Bucky’s girl. This misstep causes a major fight to break out between the two, ending in nothing but blood and rage.

I Can Save You This Time - @pellucid-constellations

It’s the 4th of July and you’ve never been more sick. Turns out you aren’t the only one in the compound that stayed home from the celebration.

Shaken Up - @jamesbuchananxsteviegrant

Steve and Bucky find their girl passed out.

Under Pressure - @banditthewriter

Y/N hides a nasty injury from the team until they know everybody is safe, and then they collapse. Bucky worries about Y/N.

Injuries - @flowinglocksofbuck

you get injured on a mission and Bucky freaks out

Wicked - @str-spangled-banner

You were injured during a mission two weeks ago and put to much pressure on your healing wounds, doing more damage than you thought possible. Bucky fears he will lose you.

Necessary Evil - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Y/N gets seriously injured and Bucky takes care of her.

fingers fantasy fulfilled - @purple-babygirl

If Bucky's doll wanted his metal fingers then that was exactly what she was going to get.

Lavender - @wkemeup

Not every nightmare is the same and Bucky doesn’t always wake up as the man you know. 

Give Me A Sign - @lostgirlmuseum

Bucky asks the universe for a reason to live. The universe delivers you.

Fulfilled Fantasy - @sergeantbarnessdoll

Y/N admits to Bucky that she wants to have a threesome so he has Natasha help fulfill her fantasy.

Hottest Night of Your Life - @bossbtch1

Bucky and Steve joined you for a night out at the club, but things took a dark turn when a stranger spiked your drink. Bucky and Steve were more than willing to "take care" of you.

Sharing is Caring - @sad-not-glad

Soft Dom! Steve x Sub! Bucky x Dom! reader

My Queen - @adrinktostopyourthirst

The post-battle energy rush needs a release. Suddenly, there's a willing soldier at your disposal.

Overreact, Overstimulate - @jamesbuchananxsteviegrant

Reader Falls Into Subspace During Sex With Bucky And Steve

all the apple cider and no more haunted houses - @witchywithwhiskey

you and bucky barnes have a love-hate relationship—you love him and you believe he hates you—but when your friends insist on going to the scariest haunted house attraction in the area, the experience ends up forcing your real feelings for each other out into light

my everything - @mrsbarnesblog

The last thing that Bucky ever expected to see was the love of his life from the past trapped in one of the Hydra bunkers in the cryofreeze chamber. Yet here he was almost two days later, staring at your still unconscious body through the window at the medical wing, imagining the horror and disgust on your face when you found out that he was no longer the innocent and happy boy you knew before.

you were mine just yesterday - @notafunkiller

It's been a while since your break up with Bucky happened, but you're still not over him. You try to move on, go out, and have fun with your friend, Steve, but you end up in the same bar you two went to often. It also just happens that Bucky is there too, with Natasha by his side. It doesn't take long for you two to end up getting into old habits.

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Pink Poodle Makeup

Let's face it. Coquette has become boring as hell. Gone are the days of tongue-in-cheek vulgarity and campy, over the top plays of femininity. I say we bring things back to the more fun aspects: garish and fun. And for this i'm taking inspiration from fabulous pink poodles. Think your grandma's kitschy pink house, bold eyes and lips and that gorgeous canine dressed in bows with a eye catching fur design. It's big, bold, glamorous and fun.

Base

A thin line between satiny and plastic. You want to have full coverage, avoid the skin peeking through, instead focus on getting a completely flawless finish. It's ok if you choose to go matte or demi-matte with foundation here as additional shine will be added later. Conceal how you normally would, but avoid harsh contour, or refrain from contour completely. This is also a great time to underpaint if you want a more kitschy look. When powdering, ensure that it's a pink or lavender loose powder. Remember: you're not trying to look natural.

Face

Blush should be bold, keep it to bubblegum pinks or peaches depending on your skin tone and apply on the apples to start then drag the blush upwards towards the cheek bone. Nyx Buttermelt Pressed Powder Blush in My Butta Half & Butta Together. This is also the step to add more shine to the face if you wore a matte foundation. Liquid highlighter is best, especially in pink/pearlescent tones. Apply to nose bridge, nose tip, brow bone, high points of the cheek and cupids bow. Try Benefit High Beam Satin Pink Liquid Highlighter or Fenty Killawatt Freestyle Highlighter in Wattabrat

Brows

You can do your brows normally, or you can go for a late 50s - early 1960s style brow. These brows are thicker, fluffier but well groomed. Don't think soap brow. Go for a relatively defined arch-- no straight brows. But the arch can be rounded or sharp depending on preference.

Eyes

Eyes are the most fun, as you can go two ways. First lets start with eyeliner, you can either simple follow your natural eyeshape with no wing (recommended if going for the first eyeshadow look) or go for again a classic cat eye. When it comes to shadow, the first option is leaning into candy colors: blue, purple and pink. Liquid eye paints like the Half Magic Chromeaddiction Matte in Sky Juice are perfect as they are vivid and don't budge. Apply all over the lid and then go in with your biggest, most flirtatious lashes.

Another option is the classic 60s cut crease. For this I recommend MAKEUP BY MARIO Master Mattes Eyeshadow Palette: The Neutrals. Start with a neutral base (relative to your skin tone), then with a cool brown shadow apply directly to the crease, wing it out if desired and again add you liner and lashes. For extra camp, apply lashes to the bottom lash as well. Be sure to blend with mascara (such as Too Faced Better Than Sex) or if forgoing lashes, apply thick coats of mascara. An eyeshadow primer is recommended.

Lips

Finally tying the look all together is the lips. My preferred look, is to do a matte cherry red like Fenty Icon Velvet Liquid Lipstick in H.B.I.C paired with the blue eye look and a bubblegum or peachy pink with the cut crease. For the truest bubblegum pink look no further than MAC Candy Yum-Yum. Or to tone it down with a classic 60s pink lip you can wear Revlon Pink in the Afternoon, famously worn by icon Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's. A nice middle ground between the two would be Maybelline Super Stay Teddy Tint in Petalcore. To avoid going too matte, top with gloss such as 3D Hydra Lipgloss in 33.

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peace - bucky barnes x reader

Plot: Bucky is finally at peace when he sleeps. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: A small mention of Bucky's past with HYDRA and his nightmares. Other than that, just sickly sweet fluff, just how I like it. If I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: So I said my writing will take a backseat for a lil bit because of my new job and that's true... but I miss soft!Bucky so much, so here's a lil something. Not beta'd, so any mistakes are my own.

Moaning softly, Y/N’s eyes flutter open, and she slowly starts to wake up. “Morning.” She whispers, turning around to where her boyfriend Bucky lays asleep beside her. But he doesn’t respond to her greeting. Bucky continues to snore softly, his eyes still closed. Instead of getting up, Y/N just lays there for a while, watching him sleep. He’s so quiet… so relaxed. Even though he’s been free from HYDRA for years now, and working through his trauma in therapy, Bucky is still haunted by what HYDRA did to him. He doesn’t like to go into specifics, but Y/N knows it still affects him. Of course, going through all of that and somehow coming out the other end would affect everyone.

But she hates seeing how it affects Bucky. How he doubts himself constantly, thinking he's still the assassin they made him. How he's always looking back, watching to make sure a HYDRA agent hasn't followed them home. And even in his sleep, he’s not safe. She has lost count of the times he has woken her up with his screaming and thrashing, fighting invisible assailants. But she has also lost count of the nights she held him close, reassured him he is safe, and reminded him she is there for him, no matter what. And she’ll continue to do that until Bucky believes it.

But now, for the first time in a long time, he’s sleeping quietly and comfortably. And the sight warms her heart. 

In his sleep, Bucky scoots closer to her, protectively slinging a hand over her body and pulling her closer. His grip is not painful. Instead, it’s a gentle, reassuring one. As if he’s telling her he’ll always be there to support and protect her, even now, subconsciously. Just like she does for him. The warmth radiates from his body, seeping into Y/N’s body and making her feel even more comforted and at home. A small smile pulls at the corner of Bucky’s lips, one matched by Y/N’s own.

As the early morning sunlight begins to stream in the window, golden beams illuminating the room, Y/N takes a moment to take in Bucky’s appearance. His nose is a light pink, and she finds herself drawing constellations with the freckles and beauty marks dotted around his face. He looks so beautiful, so ethereal as the sunlight illuminates his sleeping form. Well, Bucky always looks beautiful. But somehow now, in the quiet early morning hours, he looks even better.

For the first time in his life, Bucky Barnes looks at peace. Y/N leans in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, her lips brushing against his stubble. 

“Mmm….” Bucky murmurs, his silvery blue eyes opening. “Were you watching me sleep?” He asks, his voice husky. “Creep.” He winks. Y/N chuckles. 

“Well, you look at peace, but I just want to make sure you’re okay, Bucky.” She finds his hand under the duvet, squeezing it reassuringly. “I care about you a lot, you know that.” In response, Bucky leans in, cupping her cheeks. 

“When I’m with you, I’m always okay.” He promises, his eyes sparkling. “Well, I’m better than okay.” He kisses her softly, murmuring “I love you.” when he pulls away. “The reason I’m so happy and feel so at peace when I’m with you is because I feel safe with you.” He whispers, pecking her lips again. “After everything I’ve been through, and everything I’ve done, I thought someone would never love me again. But you love me, Y/N, and your love is all I need. You make me a better person.” Y/N’s face beams, and her stomach flutters. 

“You already are a good person, Bucky. I didn’t do that on my own.” Bucky shakes his head.

“No, you did.” He takes her hands, softly kissing her knuckles. “I owe so much to you, and I love you so much. And I’ll tell you that as many times as I have to until you believe it.” When she smiles, Bucky pulls her into another delicate kiss. “I love you so much.” He whispers. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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Lottie is so excited when Duckie joins the team! She makes sure Duckie feels welcomed and she introduces the entire team to her.

Her description of everyone is very specific and super funny!

She's like - Uncle Tony has a lotta money! He is Iron man, he wears a red suit, he looks like a coca cola can!

Uncle Steeb -He my favourite! He's so pretty and kind, he gives me piggy back rides and bringse snacks all the time!

And many more introductions of the entire team😂😭

This happens during the time that Sugar is being held by Hydra.

Introductions

Lottie had been intrigued by Bruce's new assistant. As the resident friend maker, she made it her mission to introduce herself and everyone else to you. Yes, she had met you briefly when Bruce had to run some tests on her but she didn't know you. In typical Charlotte fashion, she decided to follow you around for the day.

"Hi." Lottie sneaks up on you. Her quiet steps and soft voice pulled you from what you were focused on. "Can be your 'ssistant today?"

"Oh well," You looked around for Bruce but of course he wasn't there. Then you looked back down at the child that was staring up at you expectantly. Her bright blue eyes full of hope. "I'm not sure if you should be in here."

"No is kay. Am he-uh all the time."

You looked down at her again and noticed she had a lab coat with her name embroidered on it, safety glasses and her hair pulled back. She smiled while holding her pink teddy bear which had a matching lab coat and glasses.

"I uh-I guess."

Charlotte jumped in excitement and. "Am best 'assistant ev-uh."

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“Pipsqueak what are you doing here?” Tony asks Lottie as he walked into Bruce’s lab.

“Hi uncle Tony. Am being a ‘ssistant.” She says with a smile before turning to you. “You meet uncle Tony? He so nice, he buys pwesents, an has pawties, and sometimes is a bo-bot.”

“I’m a bo-bot?”

“Yeah, a wed one. Is so cute.”

“I’m not supposed to be cute. At least not in my iron man suits.” Tony defends himself as Lottie stands on her chair.

“Uncle Tony is cute when not a bo-bot, too.”

“That’s more like it, pipsqueak.” Tony grabs Lottie.

You smile at their interaction. Lottie was certainly a character but you could see why she was so loved.

“You know what pip? You should introduce Y/N to the whole team.” Tony smirks when you glare at him.

Other than Tony and Bruce you really hadn’t interacted with any of the Avengers, except for Steve when you found him in your lab. Tony had tried to get you to join their little get togethers and dinners but you always refused. Now with seeing Charlotte so excited you were sure you couldn’t say no.

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Charlotte pulled you along the hallway. The voices of the team getting louder the closer you got. This was not what you had planned for the day. You kept sending Tony glares but it just made him chuckle. Finally Charlotte lets you go and runs towards Steve. Her arms wrap around his neck and she presses her cheek against his.

“Habe new fwiend, Steebie.” Lottie announces excitedly as she points to you. “Say hi.”

Steve looks up to find you awkwardly standing by the entrance of the common room. A small pout on your lips and your arms crossed over your chest. It was obvious you didn’t want to be here. Still, he sends a smile and a wave your way. And at Lottie’s insistence he walks your way.

“Dis is Steebie. Is so nice an sweet. Steebie paints so nice. Is so stwong.” She lists all of her favorite things about Steve. She leans forwards and cups her mouth with her hand like she’s going to tell you a secret. “An is so old but still cute.”

“Hey, I can hear you.” Steve huffs playfully causing Lottie to laugh.

“Steebie is my best guy.”

“Hello Steve.”

“Hi.” Steve gives you a bashful smile.

“Steebie, wanna be down pease.” Lottie points at the floor and Steve puts her down. “C’mon.” Lottie grabs your hand and pulls you further into the room.

Everyone’s eyes are on you as Lottie pulls you further into to the room. She stops in front of the next person.

“Dis is Nat.” Lottie says as she pulls herself on the couch and onto Nat’s lap.

“Hi, Lots of love. What are you getting up to?”

“Auntie Nat, habe new fwiend.” She motions towards you. She smiles up at you before she starts her introduction. “Auntie Nat is so pwetty and smaht, we habe spa days and seepovers. But she kick your ask if you is bad.”

Everyone starts laughing. Lottie keeps going along the room. Every team member is excited to hear what she has to say about them.

Sam was next since he was sitting next to Nat.

“Uncle Sammy is so funny. An he boy pwetty.”

“What is boy pretty?” Sam asks, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Lots do you mean handsome?”

“Yeah, handsome.” Lottie nods her head. “Sammy is handsome. An can fly. But dada say he has biwdbwain.”

“I do not have a birdbrain.” Sam huffs.

“Is kay.” Lottie pats his forearm and moves on.

“Uncle Cint is sneaky. He wooks wike Cupid.” Lottie giggles to herself. “An he teached me how to talk with my hands. But sometimes he no wikes to wisten.”

“I’m teaching her sign language.” Clint explains before adding that he uses a hearing aid.

“Dis is Vision. Is so smaht and is a bo-bot all the time. An he is auntie Wanda’s boyfwiend.”

Vision gives a courteous hello. Then Charlotte is moving on to the next person. The team is very entertained to hear how she sees them.

“Dis is auntie Wanda. She makes wed magic. But it’s kay, auntie Wanda’s not spooky just a witch.”

“Hello Wanda.”

“Welcome to the team.” Wanda replies with a smile.

“You know unlce Buce, wight?” Lottie looks up and you nod. She leans in and cups her hand to tell you a secret. Everyone else also leans in to hear her. “No makes him mad. He goes wike dis…” Lottie bares her teeth and growls while she lifts her fists in the air and shakes them.

The rest of the adults are laughing uncontrollably at Lottie’s portrayal of the Hulk. You cover your mouth with your hand to avoid laughing at your boss. After everyone is done Lottie grabs your hand and pulls you back to the door.

“Kay bye.” Lottie waves.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Am going to show new fwiends to Y/N.” Lottie says happily.

Unfortunately you don’t have to heart to stop Lottie from going around and introducing you to everyone she knows. Steve takes pity on you after 15 minutes and distracts Charlotte with talks about a movie night. That doesn’t stop her for long though because the next day she’s ready to introduce you to everyone else that she knows within the tower.

[sad-not-glad]

Sargent Barnes’s Journey Home

A/N: so this is something I’ve had written up for literal years. I finally decided to dig it out and post it so others could enjoy my car ride fantasy Stucky story

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The bedroom light is off, but he’s not stupid. He knows that he is expected tonight, his visits have been routine and precise. The window is already open when he reaches the house. There’s a man sitting on the bed, watching out of it. When his feet hit the floor he was sure to make audible noise, not wanting to scare the person he was visiting. The bedside light flickers on and the man looks like he might cry. The soldier is quick to pull him close. Tears are shed, but tonight they’re far from sorrowful. Because tonight he will stay, tonight he will leave behind what he became and start to find himself. Tonight he starts the trip home.

“Clint’s down, I’m covering as best I can but I need backup soon”

“On my way Nat. How bad is he?”

“Broken arm, bullet wound in the shoulder, probably a concussion.”

“Got it.”

Iron Man flies over head towards the east, but the soldier hardly notices. His comms system had been disconnected and somehow the Hydra scientists disabled his arm. He was open of easy picking and knew it, but he also knew that the chances of them winning was small enough already. Another wave of enemies came crashing forward and he held his ground as best he could while praying to any God that was merciful enough.

It’s quiet when James enters through the back door. He toes off his boots and strips his Kevlar, leaving everything in the mud room to be cleaned tomorrow. With a tired sigh he steps out through the kitchen makes his way to the fresh coffee. Arms wrap around him from behind and lips press against his neck. Neither say anything, just letting the moment last as they stood there.

The soldier is diligent on his feet. Falcon is to his right currently disarmed and struggling to keep his ground. He thinks quick and plunges his knife into the man in front of him before jumping off to help his companion.

It takes longer than it should have but they manage to take out the armored men. He gives Falcon word to spread about his situation before jumping right back into the fray.

“Soldier’s arm and comms are both disabled. I can’t stay to spot him, someone needs to.”

“We’re spread thin Sam. There is nobody.”

“Clint’s being taken to medical, I’m heading south. Expect Tony over by fourth.”

“Copy that, Natasha.”

When the news spreads about the current alien invasion he doesn’t have to think twice. Baby blues watch unhappily as he armors up.

“You don’t have to go.”

James- no, Bucky looks up and can’t help the tugging at his brain when he sees the frown.

“You don’t have to redeem yourself. Stay home. Stay safe.”

“If I don’t go, people will die. I’ll be back.”

They share only a second together before he leaves.

He fights. He fights like he never has before. Not during the war, not against Hydra, not to regain his own mind. He keeps going until he can’t tell if the blood soaking through his uniform is his or not. They’re pushing him back, everyone else too. They’re cornering he and his team. A hard punch to his bad shoulder sends him down and before he can think they have him cuffed. They have him cuffed and he can’t break free. Natalia is hit with something that makes her convulse and spit blood, Tony is ripped from his suit and tossed to the fray. Bruce is weak and easily corralled, Sam’s wings are torn off and his shield is nowhere to be seen. They’re pinned. They’re going to die.

“I made pancakes.”

“Bucky it’s two in the morning. Why did you make pancakes?”

He doesn’t say anything, just pushes a pancake against those pretty pink lips. After a second they open for the food and he waits.

“It’s really good.”

“ I remembered how to make them and wanted to see.”

He gets a happy smile for that. He would do anything for that smile, and the man it belongs too. It doesn’t take much more persuading for him to put the plate on the bedside table and crawl under the covers into a warm embrace.

A scientist is coming. He knows this scientists, and it’s clear she remembers him too. He can’t do much as she jerks his chin up, smiling like the cat who caught the canary.

“Soldier, it’s been a long time. I’ll enjoy breaking you and your friends down into the weapons you were meant to be.”

He stares back challengingly. She’s about to speak again when blood sprays across his face and she’s on the ground. He can’t see who made the shot, but he already knows. There’s no way he can’t.

When the door opens the old record is still playing. Bucky doesn’t stop practicing though. He wants to dance. He wants to dance with-

“What are you doing.”

His movements halt and Bucky slowly turns, trying his best to look like a sad puppy. Because that always works.

“Will you teach me how to dance again?”

The blush he gets it bright red and the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Strong arms warp around him and then they’re dancing together. He feels happy.

There are yells and men running. Slowly they start to fall, one by one as the man with hair stained from blood makes his way through. Halfway he finds the shield and picks it up without hesitation. There is no remorse in his movements, no pity for the people he kills. The soldier watches as his lover works towards him, stopping only long enough to break the binds holding him down and pass a gun before he’s along again. Bucky understands, and stands guard around his teammates while more forces fall.

“I love you.”

It’s whispered between every kiss, between every touch. They don’t stop, he wants to go all the way. He wants to give himself up to this man and be his forever.

“I love you too. So much.”

It’s over. After everyone else has recovered enough to stand among the bodies he sees blue eyes coming towards them. Nobody speaks as the man takes off the mask across his face, the she shield at his arm. He hands it to Sam.

“It’s nice to know she still works well with me.”

It’s quiet, and he loves it. He loves this man. He loves Steve Rogers. Bucky wants to scream it from the rooftops, but settles for now with a quick kiss as his teammates try to comprehend. They don’t have long before someone speaks.

“What the fuck?”

Everyone is laughing and joking in the light air that’s settled the room. He’s sitting next to his husband, his Stevie. And can’t help but smile, because this is it. Surrounded by the people he loves. He’s finally home.

[hydra-husbands]

Hydra Husbands story submission

submission from @ex0rin

aka the first submission to open the #hydrahusbands10years event ♥

tags: blood and light gore tw hydra husbands (or my personal fave: brock n' roll) 700 words

He has to carry Rollins with him, the other man’s arm thrown over his shoulder and all of his weight pressed in against Rumlow’s side just to get to the back of the van they have waiting for them on the outskirts of the mission boundary - Rollins’ face is split open, a slice through Rollins’ lip that cuts almost up to his nose and exposes the white of his top teeth and the pink and red, so fucking red, inside of his mouth –

Rumlow doesn’t even know what hit him to cause it - the shitshow that was this mission cascading down around them in a ball of smoke and explosions and, fuck, it was supposed to be easy, it was supposed to just be recon and he has no idea how he’s going to fill out the paperwork for this once they get back to base.

If they get back to base.

He rolls his counterpart forward, dumping him down onto the metal slats that make up the bottom of the back of the van and ducks around to the side to confirm that there’s a driver and that the driver is one of theirs before shouting for it to get moving - at least they got some new Intel out of it, wads of paper rolled up and shoved into his bag, light but still weighing him down as he lifts himself up to climb aboard before dragging the twin doors shut behind him.

“Fuck,” Rumlow says, cursing under his breath and pulling Rollins upright by the straps of his tac gear; he drops himself down to his knees even as he gets the other man the rest of the way up to meet him, “fuck,” he repeats.

He pushes one gloved hand into Rollins short hair to force his head back and get a good look at the wound cutting down his face, “stay with me Jack.”

“Just a fucking face wound Brock,” Rollins manages - it’s wet sounding and it makes more blood pour down over his already slick and red chin but Rumlow still huffs a small laugh and reaches out blindly beneath the side-benches in the back of the van to find a first aid kit without looking away.

The vehicle hits a bump and he feels more than hears Rollins make a low and wounded noise with the way his second shifts forward to put a hand on Rumlow’s knee, “stich me up boss, ‘ll be fine.”

The back of the van is stuffy, air smelling like metal and sweat and the sharp, familiar tang of blood and he can’t seem talk himself out of keeping his eyes on Rollins for more than a moment even as he threads the needle with surgical wire - it’s not their first mission out but it’s early enough that he’s still learning what he can and can’t get away with and how his newly second in command reacts to certain things.

He likes Rollins - the other man is efficient and straight to the point; he’s a good at strategy and combat and even better at keeping people in their place but, jesuschrist, he’s bad at inspiring loyalty and making friends and he pushes too hard during missions, going to violence faster than Rumlow has ever seen and apparently forgetting to keep an eye on his flank in the heat of it –

“We can wait till base, there’s no antiseptic here,” Rumlow says even as he’s already tugging Rollins’ head back with the hand that’s threaded through sweat-dampened hair, his other hand holding up the needle between - he lifts an eyebrow like it’s a challenge, the left corner of his mouth pulling into a little smirk that only gets wider when Rollins matches it even though it must fucking hurt like a sonuvabitch.

“Don’t fuck up my good looks.”

“Too late for that Jack,” Rumlow starts, ignoring the flush of heat at his throat with the way their knees are touching and the way both of Rollins’ hands have shifted up to settle, heavy and too hot on the top of his thighs - it’s nothing to do with Rollins and everything to do with their close proximity and the adrenaline of barely making it through a surprisingly live combat zone, or that’s what Rumlow tells himself, “now hold still for me.”

[missvelvetsstuff]

The Wrong One

Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader met Steve while he was on the run and stood behind him through everything. Until he saw Peggy Carter.

Chapter 12: Moving Again

Warnings: swearing, angst

While they felt some relief at Steve accepting some responsibility for this mess, Y/N couldn't help but over think and worry.

"You know, it would have been better if Steve had just come and talked to us instead of getting the press involved. I mean, now the world knows there's a super soldier baby and the press knows where I live. I doubt it would be hard to figure out where she is." She ranted

"I don't trust Steve's motives, going straight to the press seems, I don't know, questionable. Like he's more concerned with salvaging his reputation with the public than actually trying to accept responsibility."

She thought for a moment. "I hate thinking like this but what if we gave Winnie a tracker chip? I mean, I might be paranoid but that way we could always find her. In case Steve or whoever tried something."

Bucky nodded "That might not be a bad idea. Now that he's confirmed everything to the world, those bad actors that are building Hydra, and other criminal organizations, back up might come looking."

He paused for a moment, nervous to broach the subject "Do you think your place is really safe? I mean, now that it's public knowledge."

She growled at him "You know we wouldn't be in the position if you and Sam could keep your mouths shut. What kind of spies can't keep one damn secret?" Her voice rose at the end and Winnie whined "Oh no baby, I'm so sorry. Your father and uncles are just dumbasses."

Bucky looked at his feet "I know, doll. I'm so sorry and plan to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I didn't think Steve would cause so many problems but I never thought he would leave you for Peggy without even telling you so I don't seem to be the best judge of who he is these days. I'll do whatever I can to fix this."

She sighed "I don't know, Bucky, you may be right.  My house might not be the safest place anymore. I need to talk to Pepper. Before I go home."

She sent a text to her friend to stop by and visit when she had the time.

They spent most of the day relaxing and bonding with Winnie. She gave Bucky smiles when she heard his voice and Y/N had never seen him light up like when she did.

Pepper stopped by at dinner time, followed by Happy who carried a number of take out bags from her favorite steak house.

Pepper set down a huge arrangement of pink roses in a crystal vase and gave them a big smile. "Look at this happy little family. We have to have some pictures done." She turned to Happy "Can you see if Peter can come by tomorrow and get some pictures?"

Happy nodded "Of course. She's beautiful."

Y/N smiled and thanked him.

Pepper set out food and made a plate for Y/N, trading Winnie between them.

While they ate, Y/N brought up her concerns about security. Pepper had seen Steves presser and had been concerned herself.

After thinking for a few minutes Pepper figured it out. "I know you don't want to move again but I think Bucky is right, your place has been exposed but I think I have a solution" she smiled "On the same property where Morgan and I are living, there's another cabin. 3 bedrooms and a fully updated kitchen, like my cabin. It's been empty for a bit so needs to be cleaned and the security would need upgrading. It's on the other side of the lake so you'd be close but still have your privacy."

She looked to Happy "Can you make some calls and get that started?"

Happy nodded and left the room.

Pepper started cleaning up their food "You should stay here in the Tower until the cabin is ready. Shouldn't be more than a week and you'll be safe here. We can take care of the move so you don't have to deal with all that."

"Pepper, I don't know how to thank you. It's so much."

Pepper shook her head "Then don't worry about it. I'm glad to help and the cabin has just been sitting there gathering dust." She smirked at Y/N "Besides, it'll be nice to have a sitter close by."

Y/N grinned "I don't know how soon I'll be up for babysitting a kid as active as Morgan but yeah, when I'm healed. Of course."

That evening Steve came by again obviously pleased with himself "Did you see it? I fixed everything so we can be happy together again."

He picked Winnie up from her bassinet, waking her up.

Bucky wanted to mention that Winnie had just fallen asleep but bit his tongue and watched to see how Steve would handle her.

Y/N shook her head "No, Steve. We won't be together again. I thought I made that clear. And while I appreciate your attempt to make things right, now everyone knows for sure there's a super soldier baby and the press knows where I live. My house won't be safe for us anymore."

Steve smiled brightly "You can stay with me. I'll protect you both." Winnie wasn't happy about being woken up and started squirming in his arms.

She sighed "It's like talking to a brick wall. No Steve we're done. I have a place to go but will be staying in the Tower until it's ready."

His smile fell "Where is it? I can go make sure it's secure." Winnie started fussing, not familiar with the scent or voice of the person holding her.

Bucky spoke up "I don't think that's a good idea. We will be here for now and can meet here for visits after that. The fewer people who know where they live the better."

Steve bristled "Why can't I ever talk to Y/N without you butting into something that's none of your damn business? You are always with her like some pathetic puppy." Winnie felt the tension and started bawling, trying to push away from him.

Bucky glared at him "It's my business because I've been here when you weren't" he quickly took Winnie from Steve and she calmed right away for him which only upset Steve more.

"She won't get used to me if you don't let me hold her." Steve snapped. "You won't let me hold her, won't tell me where they're moving to. Seems like you're working pretty hard to keep my daughter away from me. I thought we were all going to be adults about this."

Bucky smiled down at Winnie who gave him a big, drool filled, toothless grin. "You don't need to be holding her when you're all wound up like that. The rest is for their safety"

He took her hand and planted a raspberry on her palm and she laughed at him. He whispered softly "That's my girl."

Steve clenched his jaw, angry and frustrated at his own daughter preferring his friend over him. He sat on a chair in the corner of the room and sulked.

Y/N rolled her eyes at him acting like a baby but kept her mouth shut.

The next week was relatively calm. Steve stayed in the Tower too and did everything he could to get Y/N and Winnie alone. Bucky's presence alone was enough to upset Steve. He was still angry about Bucky's bond with Winnie and the tension didn't help her like him any better. He also refused to change diapers at all, something about it being womans work and even mocked Bucky for doing anything Y/N or Winnie needed.

Y/N had a discussion with Helen Cho and a tracking chip was implanted on Winnie. She only cried for a moment.

Finally it was time to move into her new house. They waited until Steve was out of town for the day in the hopes of keeping the location secret from him.

Y/N had a feeling he was closer than she wanted and would find out where she was living before too long.

Y/N was overwhelmed at the cabin. It was perfectly rustic on the outside but had every possible convenience inside. The interior was freshly painted and most of her furniture had been moved already.

Once they were settled in and everyone else had gone Y/N and Bucky took Winnie to sit on the swing that took up half of the front porch. All they could hear were crickets and frogs with the occasional owl or other bird chiming in. The sky was clear and full of stars that Winnie was staring and pointing at as Bucky named the constellations for her.

Life was relatively quiet for a few months. Bucky helped Sam on missions when needed but was always anxious to get home to his girls.

Winnie was growing quickly, already trying to crawl and getting into everything.

Y/N healed quickly and worked the baby weight off chasing after a baby that shouldn't be so mobile yet.

Y/N and Bucky were cautiously taking baby steps towards each other although they hadn't done anything more than some heated making out.

Steve finally learned how to change a diaper, since Y/N insisted he learn how to care for Winnie properly before he was allowed to take her on his own.

When she was 6 months old Steve had finally learned how to change and feed her well enough that Y/N was convinced he could care for Winnie on his own. That didn't dispel her concerns that he might try to disappear with Winnie but Y/N started letting him take her for a few hours or even an entire day but not overnight.

One weekend when Winnie was almost 8 months old, and trying to walk, Steve came to take her for the afternoon but promised to have her back before her bedtime at 7pm.

Y/N and Bucky went on a date to a nice restaurant where they were in their own little bubble for a little while. When her alarm went off they hurried to meet Steve at the tower only to find he wasn't there yet, even though they were almost 20 minutes late. Y/N tried not to panic.

Bucky squeezed her hand "I'm sure they got caught up in traffic or something. Steve was always a stickler for punctuality so I'm sure he will be here soon."

Y/N nodded hesitantly, it had taken a lot of time and counseling for her to trust Steve with Winnie away from her. She laughed nervously "I know, we've been doing this for 2 months and he's always here on time so maybe I should trust him but it's hard and she's everything to me."

"I know doll, just give him a little longer and she'll be back in your arms where she belongs." Bucky tried to reassure her even though he was getting nervous too.

When she looked up and saw it was over an hour since their scheduled time, Y/N started to panic.

Bucky tried to soothe her with little success so decided to call Steve and see what was holding him up. His heart stopped when the recording told him the number was no longer available.

Y/N looked to him hopefully but her stomach fell when she saw the look on his face "What's wrong Buck?"

He shook his head and stammered "Says the number isn't available."

Her eyes grew and tears started to gather right away. "No, no, he wouldn't hhe he promised. Maybe he blocked you or..." She tore through her purse in a panic, looking for her own phone. Maybe she missed his call.

When she found her phone she saw there were no calls or messages and quickly hit Steve's name on her contacts. Bucky knew from her face that she got the same recording and he pulled her close.

He was going to kill Steve when he found him.

Chapter 13

[thewintersoldier111]

"Oh come on!" You pouted as you tried to reach up and put the one dollar bill in the vending machine. You're just a sweet five year old. Your mother is sick in bed while sleeping in the hotel room just a floor above you. Your dad is at work and your mother has a hard time taking care of you due to how sick she was.

Your huffed, stomping your foot. You threw your teddy bear down and jumped up, trying to put the dollar bill in, but it's no use. You stared up at the slot where the dollar was supposed to go and then at the various amounts of food in the machine. You were very hungry, but you knew that you had to take care of your Mama too. So you had another dollar bill in your pocket.

You looked around yourself, thinking you could find someone that could help you, but it didn't exactly help that it was getting late, and everyone was basically asleep by now. *I could get the staff* You thought, but you shook your head to yourself. It was hard to trust strangers, and you knew that you couldn't because your Mama taught you that.

You then looked back at the food in the machine for a moment, and then made your decision.

Bucky Barnes came into the hotel, putting his umbrella down and he closed it since it was raining out. He sighed, taking off his jacket. He was on a trip with Steve to another Hydra base so they could take it down. Steve already booked them both a room on the first floor. Bucky then starts walking down the hallway to his left, wiping his wet phone off and putting it back into his jeans pocket.

He continues to walk when he hears a small whine. At first he thought it was his imagination, but he takes two steps back and then looks to his right and says a very small, short, fragile little girl.

"Ugh!" You whined, a tear slipping down your face. You sniffled and looked around again for maybe a chair or anything that you could stand on, but couldn't find any. You sobbed again, but a little louder this time. Bucky frowns and makes his way over to the little girl. "Hey..." He says softly. You turn and look at him with tears streaming down your face.

Bucky crouches down and then looks up at the vending machine and then to you. "Do you need something?" He says as he points at the machine and at the food. You sniffle, swallowing and nod your head as you rub your pink eyes from crying. "Hey now... Don't cry" He says softly. "Here" He says and gently wraps his arms around you, picking you up and holding you. He then sees you holding a dollar and he gently grabs it out of your hand and puts it in the slot.

After a moment, he then says, "Alright... Pick whatever you want doll" He says gently as he looks into your sweet, sweet eyes. You sniffle once again and you point at the number 3 so you could get the bag of chips. Bucky nods and gives you a smile and pressed the three button. After a few seconds, the vending machine makes a buzzing noise and you watch as the small twirly ring slowly twirls and then the bag of chips drop at the bottom of the machine.

You gasp in excitement and bucky chuckles. He sets you down on your feet and you grab the bag of chips. "Wait" you say in your sweet voice. Bucky looks down at you. "Need another?" He says kindly as he ruffles your hair. You smile for the first time and nod your head. "For my Mama... She' not feeling good" You say with a frown. Bucky frowns as well and nods in understanding.

He gets you another bag and hands you it. "Alright little one... Your all set" He says with a smile. You look up at him, and then you wrap your arms around his leg, hugging it since you couldn't reach up and hug him normally. Bucky sighs, and softly smiles. He crouches down for the last time and hugs you, wrapping his arms around your tiny waist.

You lean your head against his shoulder and smile. "T'ank you" You say softly. Bucky closed his eyes for a brief moment, and then slightly pulls away. He looks into your eyes and smiles. "Take care of your Mama... Okay?" He says softly and kisses your forehead.

You nod your head and give him a kiss on the cheek. Bucky chuckles and ruffles your hair. "It was nice meeting you little one" He says softly. You smile and nod your head. "You to" you say. Bucky stands up and looks down at you once more, and honestly almost feels sad that you were going to leave and go back to your room.

"bye bye" you wave, looking up at him one last time before turning and walking to the stairs and up them. Bucky feels a warmth in his chest, feeling happy that he helped the little girl. He turns around and jumps. "Jesus! Really! You had to scare me" Bucky says and takes a deep breath, shaking his head.

Steve chuckles and wraps and arm around bucky's shoulder while walking back to their room. "That was a good thing you did" Steve says and pats Buck's back. Bucky smiles and nods his head, feeling happy.

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OMG THIS IS SO ADORABLE!

[itwasthereaminuteago]

¦¦ The Hand That Feeds ¦¦

Bucky Barnes x Brock Rumlow

Tags/Warnings: Hydra Trash Party, Using the Winter Soldier as a plaything, Non-Con oral sex, mentions of abuse, brief blood and violence, happy ending! :D

Also on AO3 for those that prefer it!

When the command came to sit, he got to his knees and waited. The order could be followed up by a number of possible different scenarios, or none at all. Just a test of endurance as the cold from the concrete flooring seeped into his bones.

In the shorter periods between missions when he wasn't being stored in the deep freeze, Hydra's agents got to let loose on the Asset. The Winter Soldier. Anything went really, as long as it wouldn't ultimately compromise his functionality. You might be surprised at how huge a window that left for the things that could be done to him.

From the rhythmic taps and slaps on the cell door as the keycode was punched in, he knew that today it was Rumlow, one of his main handlers, and that he was in a good mood.

“Hi honey I'm home,” he hollers as he enters, “did ya miss me?”

The soldier bit his tongue just in case he ever answered in the affirmative. After all, Rumlow was the gentlest with him and he knew it. He treated him with some amount of respect while the others just used him like the tool he was supposed to be. In spite of his accelerated healing capability, Jack Rollins had still left him shitting blood for a day after one of his ‘recreational’ visits.

Brock swings around the metal folding chair he's carrying, snapping it open in front of the soldier and sitting down in front of him.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.” He drawls.

The soldier had noticed Brock using this nickname for him more recently. He didn't like it. It made his head swim and hurt. 

“What a day… what a fucking day!” Brock is grinning widely as he leans back in the chair and the metal creaks under his muscled bulk. 

The soldier remains still and silent, though when he hears the sound of the zipper his mouth floods with saliva. He likes to think that it's a conditioned response but he's actually not so sure anymore.

Rumlow eases his cock out of his pants and the soldier has nowhere else to look but straight at it, watching as he runs his hand slowly up and down the thick-veined length of himself a few times as he looks down into the blank blue eyes before him. When he pauses his movements and gives a nod of his head the soldier leans forward to wrap his lips around the tip of him, his tongue pressed up wet beneath the bulbous pink head, a bead of precum searing across his tastebuds. Rumlow groans, a low chuckle bubbling out of him as he closes his eyes and lets him get down to it. He trusts him enough not to bite his dick right off. There was a time early on in his conditioning when he would have, Brock was grateful he wasn't that guy, but that nasty little habit was electrocuted out of him soon enough.

Rollins claimed he had trained the gag reflex out of him, although Brock had joked it couldn't have been that hard given the small size of Rollins’ dick. Regardless, the Winter Soldier sucked cock like he was born for it. 

“Fucking hell…” Brock groans as he watches him take him fully into his hot mouth  “I said it before and I ain't afraid to say it again, you're better than any woman I've had, Jesus Christ!” 

Rumlow liked to talk. It was a reliable indication of when he was going to finish when the filthy words just kept spewing out of his mouth like a river. But for now he was just getting warmed up.

“Ohh yeah, there we go. Fuuuuck me.” Brock purrs as the soldier gradually takes him deeper, sucking his entire length down his throat, drool starting to drip from his chin. “You get to be the fucking cherry on top of my glorious day, you know that?”

The soldier shifts on his knees, metal hand sliding to the base of his handler’s thick cock to cup his balls. He knows he likes the feel of the cool plates against them. His flesh hand sneaks down between his own legs, tugging at the canvas tac pants to give his own erection some room to swell. Rumlow is the only one that tolerates him touching himself. Every other basic need of his is taken care of, albeit in a regimented, carefully controlled way. This is the only part he has any modicum of autonomy over. He might be a legendary assassin but his body still yearns for carnal release sometimes.

Brock pipes up again between the echoing slurps and gruff groans they trade. 

“Oh yeah, such a good fucking day. I got to kick your little boyfriend’s all-American ass up and down the compound, and it ain't often - fuck - that a guy can say that!” 

The soldier didn't answer, kinda difficult to with a cock stuffed in his mouth anyway but he'd often hear Rumlow and the others refer to this person; ‘his boyfriend’, ‘Cap’, but to him he was just another target. Enhanced like he was, but just another target to take down when ordered.

Rumlow continued, his fingers combing through the soldier's lank hair. “God damn, if he knew I got to come back to this, oh yeah, I don't think he'd be too happy.” He laughs again, his hand gently guiding the man between his thighs as he swallows his cock down to the hilt and makes a strangled moan as the tip of him hits the back of his throat. “Not too happy at all.”

Rumlow grits his teeth as he feels himself getting close to going off. “Such a perfect fucking slut mouth on you, mm! Fuck it ain't gonna be long today, you ready for it, huh?”

Whether he's ready for it or not doesn't really figure into anything. The soldier turns his watery eyes up to meet Brock’s blown out dark brown stare, humming around him in answer, almost gagging as the man starts pumping his hips up off the chair, fucking his thick shaft down his abused throat, chasing his impending release. 

“Oh shit, yeah yeah that's fucking right! Man if Steve fucking Rogers could see this… see his good ol’ pal Bucky taking my load like a fucking bitch-” 

Steve . The soldier turns the name over in his fractured mind as everything else fades into the background. Why does it sound familiar, why does he feel the essence of it in his bones? No other names he had heard in his decades of service had shone out of the dark like this one did.

He's whipped back to the present. Rumlow’s face contorts as he starts spurting his warm salty cum over his tongue with a loud shout.

Then, something's different. Clearer.

He's standing at the open cell door, looking back at Rumlow screaming on the floor in a puddle of crimson clutching at his groin. Somehow this feels like the way it's supposed to go. 

Bucky spits out the blood and cum, wiping his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. He twists his foot, the plastic and wires of Brock’s communicator crushing to trash under his boot before he turns and stalks down the corridor.

He sharply rolls the shoulder of his left arm as he walks, the plates rippling into place all the way down, resetting. Everything is clicking into place. Just like his brain. 

If he's lucky he's bought enough time to pay a visit to Rollins and the others before the alarm is raised that something has gone terribly, terribly wrong.

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His eyes have yet to open, but when he hears the familiar shuffling of footsteps, the crinkling of a bag and its contents, and the little wet steps that he could only assume came from a Simipour, his head turns slightly.

"Beebles?" He weakly calls out. He couldn't see or move his body, all he could do was call out to her and hope she heard him.

And she did; from across the pod where Cheren was, Bianca was making her rounds throughout the mechanisms, making sure that everything was accounted for and she could pull Cheren out of the dream machine without consequence.

She only knew a bit about how the machine worked, however- she used it for dream travel many a time, but she was never the one behind the panel, pressing buttons and working her magic- that was Amanita's thing.

"Hydra," Her Simipour looks up at her at the mention of her name. "Go to Cheren's side. Remove those little, um, things on his arms and legs. The plug-like things,"

She salutes and chitters happily as she makes her way to Cheren. Her presence seems to soothe Cheren, and he finds himself relaxing back into the pod, drifting off to a dream.

Bianca smiles a little bit, but she resumes in her task.

There was no telling when Colress would be back. She needed to act quickly, gather necessary documents and evidence, and find a way to escape.

She could only hope that the intruders she heard that broke in were her allies- or at least, help that would assist her and Cheren in getting out of the Frigate.

Cheren does not make any sounds of pain as those little things attached to him were removed one by one; Simipour is even kind enough to roll down the sleeves of his shirt and pants as she does so, and scurries about looking for his coat.

Bianca takes a glance above the monitors, finding it had shut off completely- no longer showing her that display of an empty field of red spider lillies.

She's about to make her way to her friend at last, when she hears something from underneath one of the panels.

She doesn't hesitate to take Musharna out of her ball.

"Mums, help me out here!"

The pink Pokemon does a cry, weeding out all what was hidden from her sight; pens that have clattered to the floor, paper cups that rolled out of sight..

And a young girl in a familiar hat and bubblegum pink hair, similar to the picture Rosa had shown her before.

She does a terrified squeak when Musharna lifts her up in the air, hugging her bag close to her chest; when its contents spill out, Musharna is quick to pick those up too, gently guiding them down on the table in front of Bianca.

She sees a planner, an Xtransceiver, several markers of varying colors, and a red apple.

The last item makes her freeze.

Still, she instructs Musharna to gently lower the girl back on the floor as she sends out her Serperior to coil around her; not too tightly, but not loose enough to let her escape either.

She's not fond of such tactics, but if this girl was part of Team Plasma, she couldn't hold back- not when her friend's life was on the line again.

"Not too tight, Dahlia," She says. Her Serperior huffs, but complies.

The girl looked so utterly terrified, Bianca couldn't help but feel bad, even if she knew for a fact that she and that other child- the one with the spiky green hair, were the reason she and Cheren were here in the first place.

They couldn't be bad; they just couldn't.

Hilda would have told her otherwise.

"Hydra, Mums, go help out Cheren, okay? I'll be with you in a sec,"

She approaches the scared girl, reminding herself to not let herself get lost in her own fears.

Don't lose your heart.

"Nancy- no, that's not who you are," Bianca shakes her head. "Yancy. You're Rosa's friend."

She doesn't answer with anything else but a scared whimper.

She doesn't have a hazy look in her eyes, not like Cheren had two years ago.

What she did have was the same hurt and apologetic expression as Anthea and Concordia had, like she was a Herdier being yanked around on its chain.

If she never wanted to hurt anyone, Bianca could help her.

"I won't hurt you," She assures, crouching down to her level. Dahlia looks at her incredulously, which Bianca ignores. "Really, I promise! Look at you, you're just around Rosa's age, aren't you? Maybe a little older? Goodness, you should be in school, or traveling.."

Her eyes water a little a bit.

"You don't have to explain everything to me right now, but I need to know; are you doing all of this against your will?"

She gets the answer she expects.

Yancy stiffly nods.

"Then that's all I need to know. I'll need you to come with me so we can help you. Dahlia," The Serperior huffs, but Bianca pouts her cheeks and stomps on the floor a little. "She's just a little girl, let's let her go."

Before the serpent could uncoil, the mechanical doors suddenly open, and a wave of electricity sends Hydra flying against one of the screens, cracking them.

"Ah-! Mums! Psyshock!"

"Noise, Flash Cannon."

"Dahlia, help Mums out! Dragon Tail!"

"Beam, Psychic."

Dahlia unwraps herself from Yancy, slithering away to strike the Magnezone that attacked her allies.

Bianca grabs Yancy by her wrist and runs to the opposite end of the room, far from the battle that takes place and to where Hydra had flown.

She recalls her back to her ball as she immediately makes her way to the pod, trying to finish off the job herself by frantically removing everything she can off of Cheren.

"You know, Miss Alabaster," Colress speaks, his glasses shining underneath the lights. "We're discovering things. Great things. I don't get why you're so opposed to the idea when you yourself seek the truth of the legends."

Yancy looks up at Bianca in worry.

She does not pay him any mind; with all the strength her body could muster, she tries to carry Cheren out of the pod before her knees buckled.

She wasn't Hilbert, who could lift his body with ease- so she settles with wrapping his arm around her. She would get them out of here no matter what.

"If you are willing to help Team Plasma's cause, I suppose I can offer you an incentive to do so," Colress strides past the battlefield, an aura of Protect surrounding him as he walks. "I can make no promises, but if you help us with trying to harvest memories out of your friend, I can return you the body once we're done. Consider it a souvenir."

"You're not serious about that, are you? What kind of person will accept that offer?"

"I make no jokes," He stops his tracks. "You are the Scholar of Truth. You should be elated; if we are able to extract his memories as The Heart, we will be able to finally have a complete, unbiased version of events."

"And who can say you'd stop at Cheren?" Her voice is shaky, but she tries to remain firm. "Because that's not enough. You'll definitely do the same to me, to Hilda, to anyone else, because the legends don't just end there! We'll never be able to find out the whole truth, because we can't feasibly get everything we need from just a few people!"

Yancy sees one of Bianca's hands palm over a Pokeball on her belt.

Colress' expression does not change, but he sighs. "This is as close to the truth as you can get, but you're denying the opportunity for sentimentalities."

"You can look down on me and what I do all you want, but I would never trade my friend for anything."

Such a statement makes Colress raise an eyebrow.

"Denying the truth again, aren't you? Your friend has died two years ago. The person he is now and is acting in his conscious is a shell of who he once was."

"I don't care! Cheren is Cheren, and nothing you say will ever change that!"

"Is that so?"

He flicks his finger.

Another Pokemon bursts into the lab, crashing through the metal walls without so much as a struggle. Its body was a shimmering silver as opposed to the usual blue that Bianca knew most Metagross had.

"Tomb, Earthquake."

She expected this.

She throws another Pokeball up in the air, and a Swoobat comes flying out. "Azalea, Telekinesis!"

A pink aura surrounds Bianca and all of her allies. Azalea cries as she uses all of her power to lift all of them off the ground as the Metagross' earthquake hits Beheeyem and Magnezone, which holds onto dear life thanks to the Focus Sash tied around it.

Colress stares as the attack pierces through the rest of the lab, breaking a huge chunk off of the wall and exposing them to the sky.

The pull of air is simply too much, and Bianca finds herself and her allies thrown off the ship while Colress and Metagross stay in place due to Magnet Pull.

His eyes never leave her, Yancy, or Cheren for a moment, even as his experiment is ripped away from his grasp.

As Bianca falls, she recalls Dahlia back into her ball and steels her resolve; Yancy is screaming and crying for help, and Cheren is unconscious.

She hopes that their power is enough; at least, enough to cushion them to safety.

"Mums, Azalea, Psychic!"

Both Pokemon make strained cries as they pull themselves together to surround the falling trainers with a pink energy, brighter than any they've made before.

And suddenly, Bianca finds herself almost floating in the sky as their fall becomes slower and slower.

From above, the ship of the Plasma Frigate seems to have been badly affected by Colress' reckless attack, and was steering itself to land into the forests of Giant Chasm.

She spots silhouettes flying out of the ship as it slowly collapses on the ground; two of belonging to bird Pokemon, one belonging to a dragon, and another belonging to a Jellicent.

She sighs in relief.

When she feels the sand crunch under her feet, she finds Yancy clinging onto her jacket for dear life, still shaken and sobbing while Cheren is laid on the sand, unmoving and still.

"It's okay," Bianca says, trying to calm her own nerves as she pulls Yancy closer to her. "You're safe now, both of you are."

And for the first time, Yancy says something to her.

"He's going to punish Curtis," She says through sobs. "And he's going to kill my Togetic,"

"Hey, hey, ssshh, it's alright, he won't do any of that! We won't let him, okay? We'll save Curtis," She supposes it was the other idol kid that the kids befriended. "And your Togetic. Okay? He won't scare you anymore, okay? We'll protect you."

It's not much, but Yancy seems to feel safer now; instead of using this chance to run away and hide forever, she remains in Bianca's hold, almost desperate for any sort of comfort she can cling to.

Though the adrenaline slowly starts to wear off, Bianca knows the battle is far from over. All she can do is wait for Hilda and the Aspertia Trio to update her on their next course of action as her legs give out in exhaustion.